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sserpente · 1 year ago

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The Mistletoe Tradition

There was only one piece of decoration left in the box now—it was a dew-fresh mistletoe complete with a red ribbon. And you knew just where to put it.

With a smile, you danced over to Astarion and held the green plant above your head. The vampire spawn looked up, confused and flustered both at the same time.

“Wanna know what my favourite Yule tradition is?”

“I’m sure you’re about to tell me,” he purred.

“Whenever two souls are caught under the mistletoe, they have to kiss.”

A/N: I’m not sure if Christmas/Yule is a thing in Faerûn but if it wasn’t… I sure made it a thing now! Worked in some of his actual quotes for it to be even more relatable because we're all simps, lol. Also using Yule and Christmas interchangeably here because I can. Merry Christmas to you all! ♥

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Warnings: fluff

“Jingle Bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way…” Humming to yourself, you rummaged through your bag to take a closer look at the items you had snatched on your journey today. A bag full of peanuts, perfect to still your hunger on the road, a new dagger you had taken from a corpse, for your old one was falling apart at the hilt, a letter from an Iron Fist written to Lord Enver Gortash himself, and—perhaps most importantly—a little snow globe you had found in an abandoned cottage. It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing and had definitely been worth Lae’zel’s eye roll.

You were headed towards Baldur’s Gate and decided to rest in the Elfsong Tavern where Gale, Wyll, and Halsin were currently discussing the price of a room to stay in for the next couple of days. The air smelled like mulled wine and pine cones, and the tables in the tavern were decorated with tree branches, candles and sliced oranges and cinnamon sticks. The atmosphere was lovely—festive. You leaned against Astarion with your cheek against his chest, a sigh escaping your lips.

The pale elf was quite used to your—at least by his standards—unusual behaviour by now. Well… sort of. He’d expected more hostility toward him after the night he tried to bite you, that much you knew. Instead, you’d offered to help and… huh, secretly drooled all over him.

He certainly knew what he was doing and you hated that it worked. You didn’t want to turn into a giggling and blushing mess in his presence and yet… that was exactly what happened. Every. Single. Day. You tried to hide it as best as you could but at this point, you were pretty certain that he knew you were a hopeless case whenever he was near. And once you’d started sleeping with each other… you had become putty in his hands entirely, desperate for his touch even when it wasn’t sexual.

You offered him a cuddling dose daily now and you never let go until he did.

“All right, everyone. We’re settled. The owner has agreed to give us one of the suites upstairs. It has thirteen beds, its own washing area, and a fireplace. I don’t know about you but I am knackered,” Wyll announced as he cracked his bones.

“You go ahead without me. I’d like to take care of something real quick. I won’t be long,” you said, the idea thundering through your head with a start having you beam from the inside out.

Gale lifted a hand as if to raise everyone’s attention before speaking. “I hope so! I have a perfectly hearty rabbit stew planned for supper.”

It had taken the inn owner ten gold pieces and a lot of convincing to get you a Yule Tree. Was it important in midst of everything that was happening? Possibly not. Were you still humming Christmas songs yet again as you carried a small box full of ornaments and decorations up the wooden stairs to your room? Absolutely.

Gale was already cooking. They all knew the very moment you entered the room with it that the tree someone had brought up in the meantime was your doing. And now, while the others were getting ready to rest for the day, you began decorating the room as if you didn’t have a care in the world. And for just a moment, you pretended you didn’t.

You spotted Astarion glancing at you from the corners of your eye. He’d crossed his arms before his chest, looking as handsome as ever and even more so now with his hair still a little damp from getting the dust of the road off of him.

“Need something?” You smiled, noticing how he admired the pine cones dipped in molten silver and the delicious-smelling orange slices on the tree for just a second too long. The straw stars you were specifically proud of as you stood on your tiptoes and stretched to put the biggest one on the tip of the tree, completing your masterwork.

“Oh, don’t mind me… I’m just enjoying the show.”

You blinked at him, gnashing your teeth as you felt a treacherous heat creeping up your cheeks, for his gaze was by no means fixed on the tree anymore but your behind. At times it was still hard to believe this incredible elf was attracted to you of all people.

“Is this really necessary? I mean, really? You’re wasting our time and energy on decorating a tree?”

“Hey… we won’t know yet if that’s our last Christmas. I don’t mean to be pessimistic but you know just as well as I do that there is a good chance we won’t make it out of this alive. I might as well enjoy the little things until… I can’t. You never know. Besides, this is the first time in weeks we’re sleeping with a roof over our heads. We have beds and a fireplace. I would be silly not to decorate a little, especially with a recent murder right next door.”

“Well… I suppose… but don’t expect me to help you.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, oh fangy one! I’m actually done and it looks absolutely amazing, if I may say so.”

Astarion scoffed—playfully so. It was then Halsin joined, admiring your tree up close with a second portion of stew in his hands.

“Well, I think it looks beautiful. There’s no better way to get into the festive spirit than with a little bit of nature in one’s home.”

You fought hard to hide the chuckle bubbling up your throat when Astarion rolled his eyes as soon as the druid turned away again.

“The man really can’t shut up about enjoying the freedom of nature’s gifts.”

You couldn’t help it. You burst out laughing. Needless to say, your companions’ shocked expressions made you cackle even more but perhaps the surprise on Astarion’s face was what brought you even more joy than the way he had mimicked Halsin.

“In the end, it won’t be the mind flayers who kill me. It’ll be you,” you choked out, wiping your eyes with the ball of your thumb. Gods, you were actually crying from laughter.

There was only one piece of decoration left in the box now—it was a dew-fresh mistletoe complete with a red ribbon. And you knew just where to put it.

With a smile, you danced over to Astarion and held the green plant above your head. The vampire spawn looked up, confused and flustered both at the same time.

“Wanna know what my favourite Yule tradition is?”

“I’m sure you’re about to tell me,” he purred.

“Whenever two souls are caught under the mistletoe, they have to kiss.”

“Do they now?”

You grinned.

“Well… in that case, we better not risk the wrath of whatever god came up with it.”

“That would be Frigg, wife of Odin and mother of Baldur who never wanted the mistletoe to be forgotten again after Loki—“ You didn’t manage to finish your sentence for in the next moment, Astarion pulled you close and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was a promise and a reward, a display of affection… and a small gesture of care warming your heart.

“How do you always do that?” you murmured against his mouth, breaking the kiss just long enough to draw a deep breath. “Leave me wanting for more? Tempting me?”

“Tempting you, hmm? Well… You know what they say… the only way to cure a temptation… is to give in to it.”

A little squeak escaped your lips before you could stop yourself. You pressed your lips together to a thin line, eyes wide as your hand flew up to your mouth to cover it. But of course, Astarion had heard you. Amused, he quirked an eyebrow.

“What was that?”

“N-nothing.”

“Really? Because I think I heard quite the delectable little noise coming from your lips just now.”

“N-no. Oh gods, you have to stop this. I will melt, Astarion. I will literally melt and then you can go get a mop and wipe me up!”

Astarion laughed, surprise mixing with delight. “Oh, darling, I could go all night… as you well know,” he purred.

Another squeak. He’d caught on to it now, of course—that the reason for those inhumane sounds escaping your body was all his doing. Oh, for fuck’s sake…

“Okay, that’s it.” Arms akimbo, you narrowed your eyes at him. You were all but flustered when you grabbed the collar of his shirt with such vigour, the tiniest hint of surprise and hesitation flittered across his face before his smug smirk returned and you kissed him yet again, longer and more passionately this time.

“You really will be the death of me” you breathed against his lips. “It’s a nice way to go though, I won’t complain.” The urge to rip off his clothes there and then grew stronger with every passing second. You knew he wasn’t ready yet, despite his relentless teasing and you’d be the last person to push him but… judging by how he wrapped his arms around your waist yet again and pressed you closer to his body yet again, a heartfelt kiss was never off limits.

You sighed against his lips, the mistletoe dropping to the ground. Only the gods knew what would have happened if you had not been interrupted despite your fellow companions still in the room but alas, the door burst open with a bang so loud you both flinched.

“This… is… AWESOME!” When Karlach entered the room, she was wearing the ugliest Yule sweater you had ever seen. Tinsel and two baubles were hanging from her horn and in her hands, she held a massive candy cane and a mug of what you assumed was eggnog. “I LOVE Christmas! Oh, you got us a tree! We should go and buy presents for each other to unwrap tomorrow!”

“Karlach, please, it’s late and I’m tired,” Astarion complained.

“Fiiiine, tomorrow morning then. A kid downstairs just told me about this fat guy called Santa who climbs through the chimney and puts gifts under the tree if you leave him cookies and milk. Do we have cookies and milk? We have to get cookies and milk!”

You laughed. In that case… you certainly had a long night ahead of you before you could get a good night’s sleep.

Everyone was fast asleep by the time you got up and tiptoed across the cool floorboards on naked feet in the dark, past the crackling fire in the centre of the warm and cosy room, and toward Astarion’s bed. You could hear the wind blowing outside the tavern in the dead of night as you climbed under the covers and cuddled up to your lover who had, without a doubt, been expecting you. Astarion wrapped you in his arms, his lips grazing your bare neck ever so slightly.

“Hello, darling.”

At peace and content, you both listened to the instruments Gale enchanted to play quiet music to lull you all to sleep.

“Well, aren’t you brave, revealing your lovely neck to a vampire like that?”

You chuckled into his pillow, stretching even more.

“You know… I think we’re past the point now where I have to tell you each night that you can… I mean… if you’re hungry just… feed on me, alright?”

“R-Right.” For a moment, a both vulnerable and surprised expression washed over his handsome face—but it was gone before your memory could properly capture it, not to mention the darkness around you made that very difficult. He was so incredibly good at masking his feelings, that you longed to cuddle the shit out of him and tell him that it was all going to be okay. “Well… I’ve only just learned how wonderful it feels to have a choice and have your boundaries respected, all thanks to you. I’d actually prefer if you asked.”

So instead, you settled for wriggling yourself under the covers until he stirred.

“That’s… that’s good. That’s very good,” you whispered as you cuddled up to him even more.

“So? Can’t you sleep or are you just too excited until morning to see me again, love?”

You chuckled. “Your bed is more comfortable than mine.”

In the dark, it was hard to tell whether Astarion’s confusion was real or feigned. It was amusing nonetheless. “You will find that all the beds in this room are the same, pet.”

“No. No they aren’t. Mine doesn’t have you in it.”

“Oh… my cheeky little pup.”

Your chuckle turned into a childish giggle as a jolt of electricity rippled through you as if Gale had hit you with a lightning blast.

“You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” you whispered.

Astarion hummed in response. “Well… yes. Though I have to admit I have never met anyone displaying their excitement as openly as you, darling.”

“I’ll make sure to never stop. Merry Christmas, Astarion.”

The vampire spawn sighed when you shuffled even closer and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“Merry Christmas, love.”

A/N: And Merry Christmas to you all as well! ♥ I had to dedicate this year's Christmas Imagine to Astarion. I fell so hard for him thanks to Neil, it's insane. I hope you'll spend some lovely days with your loved ones! ♥

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captain039 · 1 year ago

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Drunken cuddles and midnight confessions

Astarion x reader

Warnings: AOB, fluff, light angst

I wrote this at like two in the morning lmao

‘Well hello, looking for a cuddle?’

You honestly hadn’t meant to drink this much, but it’d been a long time since you’d been at the gate. You were staggering on your feet though and Shadowheart was quite done with your lack of control when drinking. You were giggling and trying to dance with the poor half elf all night like some drunken giggly girls at a tavern. You were in high happy spirits, enjoying the smells and people. You were never really outgoing when sober, drunk though, you think you tried to talk up the alpha Druid more than once while he kindly declined and said you were drunk, to which you groaned and whined in return. You think you eventually passed out on your bedroll, sort of, you awoke in the dirt seeking warmth and comfort having forgotten your suppressants. Your body moved on its own as the pale elf laid in a mediative state. He awoke obviously sensing you as he smirked and leant back on his hands.

“Looking for a midnight cuddle?” He grinned moving his shoulders lightly. All you did was nod feeling exhausted and needy. The elf frowned taking a small sniff as you practically squashed him.

“Gods-“ he said softly as you laid on him and sighed contently.

“I didn’t mean literally, why do you smell like that?” He grunted annoyed.

“No, suppressants ‘mega, need alpha cuddles” you slurred sleepily and he tensed.

“I’m a vampire darling not an alpha, go cuddle the druid and fill your omega needs” he scoffed lightly and you made a sad noise and lifted your top half up to look at him.

“Don’t give me that look” he said eyes stern as you gave a pout and puppy dog eyes.

“I’ll leave you alone in the morning then forever, promise, know you don’t like me” you tried to compromise, you really needed this in your state your mind not entirely thinking. He frowned looking a little baffled and you felt dejected and went to stand, he was quick to grab your waist though and pull you back to him. He rolled you both to your side and tugged the blanket he had over you both. You made a contented noise snuggling in closer to smell his scent, bergamot, rosemary and brandy.

“Why do you think I don’t like you?” He asked suddenly as you were almost asleep.

“M to different, annoying, not your type” you mumbled tucking yourself more under his chin your inner omega practically purring, if you could purr you probably would. He tensed again and you grumbled softly arm going over his waist.

“I do like you” he sighed and you just said a small hm, feeling yourself drifting off to sleep.

“More than you realise little pup” he muttered, but you were already asleep. He felt himself tug you impossibly closer, hearing your content sigh and feeling you snuggle deeper into the embrace. He thought it the other way around, you were good, nice, practically humming with warmth, your smile was like the sun and he was the shadow. Lurking always ready to stab someone in the back or front if needed, obsessed with revenge and always in fear of his masters invisible collar around his neck. You deserved someone who could take care of you and your omega needs, hells you smelt like warm vanilla and honey, a scent somehow familiar to him, he just doesn’t remember where from. He wanted you to himself, as a lover, a partner and equal, he didn’t want to snuff out your sunshine, no matter how cold and cool he played it in the outside.

Everyone else had woken up before you both, Shadowheart had found Karlach staring at something. The half elf went to her and Karlach quickly shut her up before she could say anything making her highly confused before Karlach grinned a silent giggle leaving her lips as she pointed to the bed roll. Shadowheart raised her eyebrows slightly seeing you tucked securely in the vampires embrace, head under his chin, you looked so content for the first time since you travelled together. Your sweet omega scent calm and safe, you’d forgotten your suppressants, it made her smile. Wyll stood by her side a small smile on his face too as Karlach almost squealed in delight before Minsc spoke loudly to greet you.

You were the first to wake up at the loud voice of Minsc. Your head pounded, but you felt overly warm, comforted and safe in someone’s embrace, gods what did you do last night? You heard Astarions growl of annoyance and realised he was the one holding you. Karlach was huffing and groaning at Minsc while your mind reeled.

“I’m so sorry- I don’t remember-“ you went to back away from the elf, but he stopped you.

“Gods you’re stupid sometimes” he muttered before his lips pressed to yours. You laid frozen as he gave you a tender kiss before pulling away.

“What?” You said dumbly and the vampire rolled his eyes.

“Come darling, I think we need a chat” he said stretching before standing up and holding his hand out to you with a small smile. You hadn’t seen that smile before, kindness.

You took his hand.

#astarion x reader #x reader #aob #bg3 #fluff

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justporo · 1 year ago

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Because I don't have enough ideas yet, I challenged my bf to give me an out of pocket writing prompt (I was way too deep in my head today so far, so I wanted a mood change). So here is what he came up with:

Scratch ate some piece of jewellery and now Tav and Astarion have to find a fantasy vet (Halsin, it's gonna be Halsin)

So here goes nothing:

Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav (You) Wordcount: 2k

Saving the Dog in Distress

The troupe had been sitting together by the campfire enjoying the stew Gale had cooked for tonight while the wizard had kept complaining that the artifact you had handed him for his more specific hunger had disappeared without a trace. “Maybe you’re just trying to hoard up all the artifacts behind your back and this is your way to make Tav give you even more”, Astarion had quipped. “Or – even more likely – you simply forgot you already sucked up all the magic because you do too many things at a time”, Karlach had offered as an alternative. Gale had looked angrily at the both of them while you had simply shrugged and promised to try and get him something else tomorrow.

Afterwards the party had disbanded and everyone had been going about their own stuff.

Since Astarion’s confession about his feelings for you, it had become a custom for you and the vampire to snuggle up in his tent come nighttime and spend the night together with trivialities before you laid down for rest together. You usually talked a lot, used the time to get to know each other better, fulfilled some chores (Astarion had - albeit reluctantly - become the camp’s seamster and you the group’s navigator and cartographer) or you just read something together.

Tonight, Scratch had joined you when you had sauntered over to the vampire’s tent to settle down with Astarion for the night. That had significantly soured the pale elf’s mood from his usual grin when he had seen the two of you sauntering over. But you deeply adored the sweet stray which the vampire knew and so Astarion had accepted his fate that the dog would join your cuddle session tonight.

And so, the three of you laid all snuggled up: Astarion on his back, head on a pillow, one arm was holding you and caressing your back as you were snuggled up to his side and head on his chest. His other hand was holding a book in which he tried to read but he was frequently getting distracted by how Scratch was laying on his other side and kept squirming around when you kept petting him.

The dog was now laying across the vampire’s chest and stomach so he could lick your face while you tried to stop him from doing that. When Scratch jumped up excitedly and forcefully landed with his front paws on Astarion’s solar plexus, the vampire “hmpf”ed when all air was driven out of his lungs.

“Alright, the two of you will have to behave now or the vampire is going to put a leash on you – the both of you”, Astarion hissed although you could hear a little bit of a chuckle in his threat. “Don’t promise what you can’t fulfill”, you teased him back and smirked at him naughtily. The vampire looked at you in annoyance while you just chuckled.

You lifted your upper body up so you could lean over him and give him a short but sweet kiss. He immediately grabbed the back of your head softly and deepened the kiss. But when you moved in closer a sudden yelp stopped you. Still leaning over Astarion you turned your head to Scratch who was suddenly sitting in the far corner of the tent, ears drooping, tail basically between his legs and heaving as if he was about to throw up.

The vampire immediately pushed up from his laying position: “Oh no no no, the dog is not going to barf inside my tent! Take him outside!” You crawled over to the white dog who was still desperately heaving and had started howling miserably.

“What is it, Scratch?”, you softly whispered to the stray and reached out to him but the dog winced and turned away even further. “Please, love, take him outside”, Astarion pleaded with you after he had changed into a sitting position. “I can’t if he doesn’t want me to. I think he’s in pain”, you replied and reached out to the dog again.

This time he let you touch him, but he still whimpered as you touched him softly. “Well, don’t you have a spell for this type of situation”, the vampire suggested. You threw him a confused look then remembered that he was right of course. You mumbled the incantation to be able to speak with animals then softly addressed the yelping pup: “What’s wrong, Scratch? Are you hurting?”

“Tummy hurts”, he blurted out. “Can’t get it out.” He was dry heaving again and a shudder moved through his whole body. Astarion came up next to where you knelt. He did not repeat his request to you but instead now actually looked kind of worried himself.

“What can’t you get out? Scratch, did you eat something you weren’t supposed to?”, you carefully asked the dog again who was panting hard. “Oh shit”, you heard Astarion let out under his breath next to you. Oh no, you both probably had had a similar thought.

“Shiny thing the wizard had”, Scratch spat out in between full body shivers. “Thought it was a treat, but it was really tough and not tasty at all”, he continued to explain.

“Oh by the Nine Hells, the dog ate the fucking magical artifact”, Astarion moaned and leaned back on his feet from his kneeling position and burrowed his face in his hands while lifting his face up to the sky. Scratch started to whimper guiltily at the vampire’s accusation. “I’m sorry, friend”, he sobbed and kept shivering, his ears drooping even more now.

When you tried to reach for him to check his stomach but he immediately withdrew and let out a howl of pain. “We need to get him to Halsin, he probably has an idea how to help him”, you said more to Astarion than to the dog. The vampire’s brows had furrowed deeply – obviously he cared more about the dog then he let on. “Should I wake the druid and get him over here?”, he asked but you shook your head. “No, we need to get Scratch out of the tent first, I guess. No way your tent will stay in one piece if you let the seven feet druid in here to deal with a majorly hurting dog”, you gave back and looked at the vampire begging.

Astarion pressed his mouth into a line – no way to argue with that logic. “Please help me, with him, Astarion. You’re stronger than me, can you carry him? I’ll go ahead and wake Halsin up!”, you explained your plan and were already scurrying out of the tent while the vampire was too stunned to reply quickly enough.

Scratch was now silently whimpering and made big sad puppy eyes at the vampire. Astarion stared at him a moment longer before he sighed in defeat. “Please don’t bite me. I’d rather not be on the receiving end”, he murmured and crawled closer to the dog whose tail started to wag weakly despite the pain he was in.

Carefully, Astarion tried to scoop up the large dog into his arms. The dog yowled but obviously heeded the words of warning by the vampire, understanding that he was about to receive help, and tried to hold still. Once the stray was in the elf’s arms Astarion awkwardly crawled out of his tent.

You had run over to where Halsin had been meditating and had quickly woken him up and started to explain what had seemingly happened to the druid who was still only half in the waking world. Once he had caught onto your meaning he had quickly gotten up and started to rummage through his stuff while mumbling about what might be the best to do in this kind of situation.

While the druid was busy you stood around anxiously before you turned around to see Astarion approaching.

For a second or two your heart stopped and your jaw dropped. There he was carrying the poor animal in his arms over to you, his hair still perfect, one curl falling into his face playfully, the muscles on his naked forearms tensed while carrying the large dog. For a second there Astarion almost looked like the perfect fairytale prince. Despite the situation you positively swooned.

You kept staring as the vampire came over and carefully set down the patient. Halsin thanked Astarion by grabbing his elbow for a second and smiling warmly at him. Then the druid got to work. With a calm voice he talked to the dog who immediately seemed much more relaxed in the druid’s presence.

Astarion came over to you: “Judging by the look you gave me I should save more animals, shouldn’t I? You were almost barking yourself.” At first you wanted to humour him but then you decided to only roll your eyes at him while he kept smirking. “Way to ruin every good thing you’ve ever done, Astarion.”

You kept watching how Halsin tended to Scratch. He was mumbling some incantation and shortly after the dog heaved again and again until something sparkly came out of him. And it was – the amulet that had been missing and was actually meant for Gale! The dog heaved one final time then shook himself and sank down on the floor again, his tail was lazily wagging again though.

Halsin happily grabbed the dog by his ears and gave him a big smooch. The druid seemed positively giddy that he had saved Scratch from his pain. He turned to you grinning: “Good thing the two of you acted so quickly. I guess our canine friend will have a stomach ache for some time longer but with some of my special porridge and a lot of water he should be his happy, tail-wagging self again very soon.” He beamed at you – it was obvious that helping creatures in need was one if not the greatest joy in life for the towering elven druid.thethe

You beamed back, it was hard not to feel warm and happy around the druid’s positive and kind aura. And you could swear even Astarion had let out a relieved sigh. “Thank you, Halsin”, you said and stepped in for a quick hug with the much taller druid.

“No need, this is my purpose. Now, I will take care of our friend and I guess the two of you will want to get back to resting”, Halsin answered and squeezed you. You stepped back and grabbed Astarion’s hand, ready to do as the druid had said.

“Wait – what am I supposed to do with this now?”, Halsin said, so you turned around once more. He was pointing at the magical amulet that formerly had been for Gale. It was full of dog spit and also probably some of Scratch’s previous meals. You couldn’t help but make a disgusted face.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll take care of it”, Astarion immediately answered with a mischievous sparkle in his red eyes. You were sure he was up to no good, but you let him do as he wished. But to your surprise he went back to his tent and only returned after a minute or two, carrying a small piece of paper. Then he grabbed the very wet amulet while gagging and making a face and snuck over to Gale’s tent.

He lifted the flap ever so silently and obviously placed the amulet back with his original owner. You watched Astarion close Gale’s tent again and he came back snickering. “What have you done, Astarion?”, you asked but still grabbed his arm to walk back to the vampire’s tent.

“Oh nothing, just returned the artifact to the supposed owner”, he replied with a wink and gave you a quick kiss.

The next morning the whole camp woke to the wizard screaming: “WHO OF YOU JESTERS DID THIS?”

He had woken up to find the amulet full of dog barf next to him on his pillow. Under it was a small note that said:

“Sowwy, I ates your treat, sir wizard. It was nat very tasty, you can has it bak now! XX Scratch”

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actuallyevilgay · 11 months ago

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Astarion walks in on Tav, checking himself out.. Shenanigans?

Minors DNI.

Some mild male nudity, fluff, comfort.

Ah, the elfsong inn. Finally, a place of privacy and.. Dividers? The camp room left a lot to be desired. Bunking out like this and still being able to hear your companions snore? The average adventurer calls that a dream. Bonding through nightly noise complaints.

Astarion had seen Tav naked before, having managed to wringle himself into his pants. During the many adventures they've shared thus far, Astarion had come forward with his own insecurities.. Towards intimacy.

To his suprise, Tav didn't seem all too bothered, in fact, he was comforted by being told the truth. Tav never initiated anything afterwards.. The situation was awkward at times. One sight at this couple and people would just call them room mates.

He wanted to kiss him so badly. It made him pace around during the night. Astarion cursed under his breath when Gale's snoring kept him from entering his trance. He was starting to feel pent up. No.. This won't do. He has to talk to Tav.

Turning his heel, he walked off to were Tav was resting. Tav's bed was surrounded by several dividers.. That's new.

Pacing.. pacing.. The vampire finally decides to peek around the dividers and sees Tav looking at himself in the mirror. He appears to be looking at a scar on his back in particular. There's a nervous expression pressing on his face.

Not noticing the pale elf due to his lack of reflection, Tav turns a bit and lifts his skin to check out another scar. "Is this ever going to heal..?" He mumbles.

"They're not that bad." Astarion interrupts the man, making him nearly jump through the roof, but instead, Tav falls against one of his dividers. It falls over, making a soft papery thud sound.

"Shit.." Tav whimpers, pulling his blanket from the bed to cover himself up. "Since when are you prude?" Astarion grins, moving over to put the divider back were it was.

Tav plops down on his bed. "It's been a while, and.. How long have you been staring?"

A suspicious look befalls Tav's face, making Astarion flinch. "Only a minute, I wanted to talk to you."

"I thought you'd trance around this hour."

"Is that why you're up right now..? Hmm.. Suspicious."

Silence.

"Did.. I do something wrong?" Astarion eventually breaks the ice.

"I.. No. I've been wondering if I did something wrong myself, but I didn't want you to be uncomfortable."

"..Right."

"Do you.. want to stay the night?" Nervously, with a small smile, Tav presses his index fingers together while he speaks. "I mean- Just.. to cuddle. I'll put my shirt back on-"

Before Tav can finish that sentence, Astarion slips into the other's bed, pressing himself against his chest. "I forgot how warm you were." He whispers.

Tav frowns. "Oh. I'll try to be a bit more memorable.."

"And here I thought I was the insecure one.. By the gods. We are a mess." The elf presses his face against Tav's sternum. "Keep your shirt off." He then gently caresses Tav's side, taking in his warmth. "Did your heart rate just spike..? Love.."

"I want to kiss you."

Astarion holds his breath. "I thought you'd never ask."

#astarion x tav #astarion #bg3 #bg3 tav #astarion x male tav #astarion x male reader #astarion x m! reader #male tav #male reader #x male reader #reader insert #gay

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batsyforyou · 6 months ago

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Squishing and Kissing the Elves Cheeks pt.2

Tags: dramatic form of affection, crack?

Author's Note: this is the current highest winning and I just decided to do Eonwe, this one as well as the pokémon one and the other. So, basiclly everything lol.

Taglist: @asianbutnotjapanese

Squishing and kissing Maeglin’s cheeks

He has a very thin face so there isn’t much to grab and pinch but when you do grab and squish his face (much to his shock and horror) he’ll gape at you. And when you kiss him? He is so caught off guard he’ll shove you away in a panic. Red finger prints on his pale cheeks and with his labored breathing he’ll look like a cornered animal.

He’ll demand to know what you were doing, “I was just trying to love on you, love.” You say.

“Oh.” He gulps, his cheeks flaring with color. “Could you, could you do that again?”

Essentially he is that meme, “What is this? Affection? Disgusting, do it again.”

Squishing and kissing Turgon’s cheeks

He is beyond embarrassed

Hates PDA so if you so much as reach to cup his face while outside he’ll flinch back so hard his face would catch fire. (blushing)

He’ll snap his head around while covering his mouth and look to see if any of his siblings saw you and if no one even glances in his direction he’ll calm down.

If you try to squish his cheeks alone he’ll be just as embarrassed so he’ll pull back some while mumbling a complaint about having to bend down so far

But don’t worry all you have to do is jut out your bottom lip and pout before he gives in.

Letting you pinch and kiss his cheeks as he listens to your giggles with red ears.

Squishing and kissing Maglor’s cheeks (Not finished)

“Magpie?”

“Yes, my dear?”

Slowly approaches, “Would you be upset if I stole a few minutes of your time?”

“Not at all!” Glancing up from his music sheets he cocked his head, “My love, I can hear your heart beating from here. What has sent your heart a flutter?”

Frowning he scooted his chair back, “Celegorm hasn’t done something has he?”

Giggling, you shook your head, “No, no! I just, you're so cute.”

He smiled, patting his lap, and you hurriedly took his invitation, lifting your skirt over his legs to comfortably settle against his chest. “I do believe that is a trait to describe you.”

Giggling, you pushed your face into the crook of his neck as he held you in his embrace. After a few minutes cuddling you pushed yourself back a little to meet his eye.

Reaching up you squished his cheeks together and kissed his nose and other random spots on his face.

With one more smacking kiss to his lips you grin, bumping his nose with yours, “I love you.”

Running his thumb over the apple of your cheeks he looked up at you with admiration in his eyes.

“I love you, enterally.”

Squishing and kissing Maedhros’s cheeks

You’ll have to wait and make sure the elf is sitting at his desk if you even want to attempt getting him with your dramatic affection. Thinking Maedhros will shove you off you act fast, giggling as you rush to his side.

“Melda? What are you-” Quickly taking a hold of his cheeks you squish them together and give him one singularly wet, smacking kiss and race off, laughter trailing in your wake.

Stunned and confused, Maedhros ponders exactly what happened, a slow smile growing on his lips.

By the next morning you were struggling to move from your bed, sitting at your bedside and staring at your bedroom floor, no thoughts were entering your mind. Seeing you on the bed Maedhros smirks, yanking on his belt to make sure it's secure he leans over to you and pinches your cheek with his one hand, leaving a passionate kiss onto your lips.

“There.” He says. “Easy pickings.”

It very quickly turns into a game of Cat and Mouse.

It’ll happen in the corridors, at the dinner table and any place that holds no political importance. Leaving his brothers to roll their eyes and groan at their brothers show of sickening affection.

And as the oldest, nothing makes him more happy, annoying his brothers and loving on his love.

Squishing and kissing Curufin’s cheeks

You slowly approached him, taking careful sure-footed steps into his office you observed his still form. The constant scratch of his quill acted as a lure to distract your husband from what was about to happen. Feeling laughter bubble inside your chest you tightly bit your lips,

So close …..

The elf grunted, “Don’t even think about it.”

Feeling your ballooned excitement pierce with a pop, you sighed, his words mimicking his brother’s skill in archery.

“How did you know?”

Crossing your arms you gave up on being sneaky, instead strutting right up to his desk and plopping your butt on the corner.

Counting his papers he licked his fingers and pulled a fresh paper from the stack, “Your first mistake was thinking that I would not recognize your presence in a room. To think I would not recognize your footfalls and the subtle minute traces of your scent, is insulting.”

You raise a brow staring at him and as the minutes ticked on he sighed, “I could hear you through the wall.”

You groan, dropping your back to stare at his intricately designed ceiling. Of freaking course he did.

“Please Curufin? Please, let me have this.”

Circling a set of numbers he marked Caranthir’s name beside it.

“No.”

You pouted, “Pretty please? I won’t ask you for anything else all year!”

“We both know that will never happen.”

“Curufin.” You beg.

Dropping his quill he rubbed at his temples, “Would it really make you that happy?”

“Yes!”

Sighing he leaned into his chair, burying his fingers into the fabric of his sleeves.

“Fine.”

Squealing you grabbed his face and planted a big fat kiss on him. Enjoying every minute he lets you squish and kiss his cheeks.

Squishing and kissing Erestor’s cheeks

Pulls away almost immediately, the elf is snapping his face anyway from you so fast you practically hear the neck snap audio.

He is so red in the face because he is so angry at himself for actually enjoying it and he feels so embarrassed over the fact that he can feel something grow in his heart. And just knowing that he likes being cooed at and loved so “Childishly” with a dramatic flair, he doesn’t want to look at himself. He is a hardened soldier who faced countless battles and struggles in his long immortal life. So being handled like that by you feels so good and so wrong at the same time.

Essentially, he is that meme where people go, “This better not awaken anything in me.” lol

Squishing and kissing Caranthir’s cheeks

Slamming the door to your shared chambers Cara grunted, yanking at his tunic and muttering under his breath.

Peeking over the sofa you watched your love with interest, setting aside the book you’d been reading.

“Cara?”

Taking his boots he stepped on the heels, slipping his feet out and kicking them to the side.

You tried again.

“Cara, my love?”

He grunted, near snorting at you as he fumbled with the buttons, struggling to pop them. His face stood as a testament to his mood, a blister red and his ears seemingly twitching at the heat.

“Oh, my sweet baby.” You call. “Come sit and I’ll help you.”

Ignoring you, he huffed and yanked at his clothes with the strength only an elf could carry. The fabric ripping off his back and shoulders, Caranthir pulled the garment from his arms and sighed.

Finally free of his clothes, save his leggings, Caranthir trudged towards your spot on the couch and climbed into your lap, hiding his face in your stomach.

Frowning, you gently reached into the small box under the side table and pulled a small brush from its contents. Humming a lullaby in a soothing tone you removed his braids and pins and brushed his hair until the tension in his back melted away.

“Hard day?” You asked.

The rumble of his voice hid itself in the folds of your shirt. “Worse than you know.”

Pushing himself onto his back he rolled over to look up at you.

“Can you?”

Grinning you tossed the brush into its box and took a hold of cheeks, “I’d love too.”

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#silmarillion #tolkien #maedhros #erestor #curufin #caranthir #maeglin #maglor #turgon #maedhros x reader #erestor x reader #maeglin x reader #maglor x reader #Curufin x reader #turgon x reader #caranthir x reader

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staytinyville · 1 year ago

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Stay Alive (27)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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Warnings: smut (MDNI), piv, unprotected sex (we don't do that here),

A/N NOT BETA. Honest opinion yall what you think of my smut lol

For some odd reason or another, you had stopped by Namjoon and Jungkook’s room to find them missing. When you went to search the other boy’s room it was the same happening. It wasn’t until you checked Jin’s that you found them all huddled up around the elf’s bed.

“Namjoon?” You softly called. “What's going on?”

As you walked further into the room, you took notice of Jin laying in bed looking paler than normal. He had a few tubes connected to his inner arm, giving you a reassuring smile. There was an IV drip on the other side of the bed. You began to frown deeply at his state.

“Hello, beloved.” He called to you.

“Jin!” You gasped out, rushing to his bedside. “What's going on!? Have they not given you anything!?” You cried, looking at his body for any kind of injuries or reason as to why they had to attach him to an IV.

“Hey, it's fine.” He told you, moving a hand to run through your hair. “I just need fluids.”

“Jin, you look pale.” You softly spoke, rubbing your thumb against his cheek.

“I'm fine, beloved.” He repeated.

“What happened?” You asked, turning to the others.

“They took too much blood from him yesterday.” Hoseok answered you. “He's just resting for now.”

“Blood?” You frowned. You turned back to Jin, running your hands through his hair. You remembered how Namjoon said that the company took his DNA through his blood. That must have meant he had tests yesterday.

“Have you guys not given him anything to heal?” You asked.

“I've done the best I could but for now it's just about him getting enough fluids.” Hobi answered.

“Jinnie, I'm sorry.” Tears began to well in your eyes, causing the man to look at you with wide eyes.

“What for?” He asked, reaching a hand out to wipe at your tears.

“For not being here. For not doing more.” You sniffled, dropping your head down.

“You're doing more than enough, my beloved.” Jin told you, scooting closer so he could hold onto your cheeks. “Your presence alone gives me enough joy to keep going. You mean so much to us. Don't ever think you aren't doing your best.” He told you.

“(Y/N), we promise you we are doing what we can to find a way out.” Namjoon told you softly. “Just wait for us.”

“I know I need to wait.” You sighed. “But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna cry about seeing any of you in pain.”

“It'll be worth it in the end.” Hoseok gave you a small smile.

You tried to calm down after hearing them, telling yourself you should listen to them in order to keep both yourself and them safe. They had been here longer–they knew how things went on.

“We'll leave you alone then.” Namjoon spoke up, pulling everyone along to give you time with Jin.

“Do you need anything?” You asked, coming to a stand next to Jin’s bed after the others had shut the door.

You felt anxious watching him just sit in the bed. Jin was always doing something at one point or another. The boy hardly ever rested–wanting to make himself occupied to keep from thinking about the negative of everything.

It was sad to see him lying in bed doing nothing but wait for his body to get better. He seemed fine from what you could tell. The only thing off about him was the fact that he was pale and a bit cold.

“I'm fine, my beloved.” He smiled gratefully.

“I like that name.” You chuckled lightly, sniffling. You wiped at the last of your tears, sitting down on his bed next to him.

“Do you?” He grinned. “Well then, it is yours.”

Your lips began to wobble again as tears wanted to drop from your eyes again. You moved to wipe at them, looking away from Jin.

“Don't look so sad.” Jin told you, pulling at your arm so that you would lay on him. “I'm still here.” He said, wrapping his arms around you.

You cuddled into his chest, wrapping your own arms around him. You moved your legs to between his own, allowing yourself to lay on him completely. He began to pet your head, softly massaging your scalp and neck.

“For how long?” You spoke quietly. “Even if I do wait, I worry it'll be too late.” You told him.

“Never.” He pulled your head to look up at him. “Namjoon knows what he's doing. He has everything under control.”

Jin gave you a kind smile, slowly moving his hands down to your neck. “I know you worry about us and you have feelings of anguish but you have to trust us.”

Your eyes drifted down to his lip as he talked, quickly looking back up at his eyes. “I trust all of you more than anything.” You admitted. “I want to protect you.”

“That means so much to all of us.” He dipped a finger across your forehead, softly trailing down the shell of your ear. You shivered at the feeling, pulling yourself up and closer to his lips.

“There has never been someone as kind as you. You are much too precious for anything to ever hurt you.” He lowered his head, his nose touching yours. “We want to keep you safe for all those monsters out there.”

As he finished his sentence, you leaned up to his lips. They were as soft as you had thought the first time you had met him. They covered yours completely, but it made you buzz at the feeling. Jin was not a harsh person–not unless he was scolding you. With his kisses though, he allowed you to move at your own pace. If he wanted something from you he would test the waters first. He was huge on consent it seemed.

So when he allowed his tongue to zip against your lips, you granted him the wish of exploring your mouth. You pulled yourself up from his legs, moving them so that you straddled his lap instead. Jin scooted up along the bed, leaning back on the headboard for better comfort.

Your knees were placed on either side of his hips, the thin material of your scrubs brushing up against your core as his length began to harden in his sweats. As Jin slowly moved his hands behind your back, he felt you arch away from his touch as your hips pushed forward into his.

As you moved from his lips, your mouth fell open as hot breaths came out. Jin swallowed to keep his throat from going dry as he watched your face fall into one of bliss. His fingers gripped onto your scrubs, pulling them up to expose some of your skin.

His fingers were cold but your heated skin quickly warmed them up. His fingers massaged into your sides, thumbs moving up to rest under your breasts. As you let go of his lips again, he watched with large eyes as you moved to take your shirt off, allowing him a view of your naked torso.

You giggled quietly as you watched him seem to freeze for a moment, only staring at your bra covered chest.

“Jin?” You spoke up.

“Sorry, my beloved.” He flinched for a moment, giving you a flustered smile as he looked back up. “You are just–” He paused, hands caressing you again. “Magnificent.”

You gave a smile, your cheeks starting to hurt from how much your muscles were stretching. His hands went around your back, fingers playing with the straps of your bra clip. He looked up at you expectantly, waiting for consent to take it off. When you grinned down at him, he took the chance to pull the buckles together to unfasten them.

As you took off the clothing piece, Jin didn’t look down at you, instead he pulled you closer to his body, one hand holding your back and the other on your thigh as you got comfortable. You felt his length nudging between your thighs which made you moan.

Jin’s head immediately snapped up to look at you, his hips rutting forward out of instinct. As he did that, you felt him hit your heat more. You dropped your head forward as you began to move your ips back and forth.

Jin looked down at your heaving chest, lips pulling between his teeth for a moment before he stuck out the tip of his tongue to swipe against your hardened nipple. You gasped quietly from the cold of his spit. You looked down at him for a moment, watching as his eyes looked hooded and he nosed at the skin of your chest.

You moaned out when he moved his hips upwards again, closing your eyes and shoving your chest forward. This time he didn’t bother to lightly touch you, he fully wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples. His tongue flicked the bud back and forth, your hips moving as you tried to find stimulation in your core that was heating up quickly.

Jin started to groan, his hands moving to your hips as his fingers dug into your skin. He was panting against your breasts, moving back and forth between the left and right. His hips were rubbing against you in a delicious way that had both of you panting.

When you noticed one of his hands flying down to the bed to grip the sheet and head pulled back you realized he was close. His hips began to move faster, which made you pull back from him. He gasped out when the pressure of you on top of him left, looking at you with a hurt expression.

When he watched you start to take off your pants, he was quick to remove all of his clothing as well. He growled at the IV drip that was still attached to his arm, quickly ripping it out and flexing his arm as his skin healed over quickly.

“Jin!” You screamed out, rushing to check on his arm.

When you noticed all that was left behind was a drop of blood and no bruised or cut skin you looked up at him incredulously.

He only gave you a teasing grin. “I’m fine. I wouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t.”

“But Jin–” Your eyebrows pulled together.

You squeaked as he grabbed onto your waist, pulling you onto your side and crawling on top. You panted as the bedsheets cooled your heated skin, squirming against the comforter. When Jin crawled between your legs, you felt his cock sit against your thigh, making you whine.

“I promise you. I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t fine.” He whispered, leaning forward to press his lips against yours lightly. “You give me a high rush.”

He pulled back to sit on his knees, softly running his hands along your legs. He ended at your ankles pulling them upwards and together. You leaned your head to this side to watch him, squirming from how he guided his tip along your folds. As his head got caught at your entrance, you gasped quietly, head falling back onto the pillows.

With slow movements that allowed you to feel everything, catching Jin’s attention as you seemed to cry out. Your ankles fell onto his shoulder as he moved his hands to hold your hips down. The moment his hips started moving, all the air left your lungs and you were left a moaning mess.

Everytime Jin would move back into you, you could feel your core clench around him and pull him deeper. With the small slits you could open your eyes to, you saw how Jin’s eyes were clenched shut and his mouth was hanging open as pants left him. When he opened his eyes and found you staring at him, he began to grin, leaning down to your lips.

Your thighs burned for a moment as he stretched your legs back and onto your chest, but that didn’t seem to be much of a bother as his lips wrapped around your own. The teasing kisses and sly giggles leaving his lips made your head spin. He knew what he was doing and you were living for it.

As his lips finally fell open and his eyes squeezed shut, you felt him moving faster. He shifted his hips and suddenly began pounding into your sweet spot. If you were seeing stars before, now you were seeing them explode behind your eyelids.

Jin’s pants reached your ears just as you began to clench tightly around his shaft and your orgasm hit you. As it did, Jin groaned from having to pull out quickly and allowed his cum to paint your stomach and back of your thighs. He saw some of his cum land on your core, making him breathe deeply. He moved to wipe it off you, causing you to flinch from how sensitive your entrance was at the moment.

“I’m sorry, my beloved.” Jin whispered, slowly stretching your legs out to pull them down.

“It’s okay.” You smiled tiredly at him.

With a kiss to your lips he got up to go to his bathroom to get something to clean you up. As you laid in the bed, you began to frown over the IV machine that was still there and dripping. When Jin came back, you turned to look at him.

“Jinnie,” You called to him. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

He gave you a dazzling handsome smile, nodding his head. “I’m good now.” He told you, moving in to cuddle your side.

“I might need that drip now though.”

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kat651 · 1 year ago

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hey, I got a little request for a fluffy care fic but it’s more of a sensitive topic so if ya don’t want to do it I understand but… could you do something with a female elf reader x Lindir and it’s ‘shark week’ but he’s so naïve and innocent he doesn’t realize that’s why she’s in pain until someone tells him. If this makes you uncomfortable you don’t have to.

You lay in bed, hugging your stomach. This pain was unbearable. Your world began to grow blurry and you moaned. Your stomach hurt, your back hurt, and you were hungry.

“Y/n?” Lindir slowly opened the door to your room. “What are you still doing in bed? Lord Elrond had been waiting for you for over two hours.”

“Leave me be, I’m in pain…” you whispered.

“What do you mean?” Lindir asked, walking over and pulling the blanket down so he could see your face.

You looked up at him as his face changed to one of shock and concern. “Y/n, you’re pale…what’s wrong?”

You whimpered and clutched yourself tighter. He sat and gently rubbed your back. “Do you want me to bring you some tea along with something to eat?”

You nodded and he gave your shoulder a squeeze before standing. “I’ll let lord Elrond know you’re not feeling well…” he whispered.

You moaned in response before closing your eyes.

-.-.-

Lindir placed a plate on a tray along with a small tea pot and a cup and took the tray back to your room. He slowly entered and set the tray on the bedside table before slowly sitting you up and stacking the pillows for you to lean agents. “Hey…”

You smiled as he gently brushed your hair from your face. He slowly set the tray on your lap before standing. “I’ll be back shortly, I just have to inform lord Elrond you won’t be joining us today.”

You nodded as you sipped the tea. “Thank you Lindir.”

Lindir left and entered the library.

“Did you find y/n” Elrond asked as he set a few scrolls on a desk.

Lindir looked at him. “I- she’s still in bed. She could barely move and her face was pale. I’m afraid she has an injury she’s not telling us about.”

Elrond chuckled and shook his head. “No lindir, y/n is not injured…”

“What? But- my lord I’m sure you would think differently if you saw her condition-”

“Lindir, the symptoms you’re describing are quite clear. It’s simply that time of month for her.”

“Time of month- what?”

A female elf chuckled and walked over, whispering in Lindir’s ear before taking a few steps back.

Lindir’s face and ears turned bright red. “Oh…I see…” he murmured.

The elf and Elrond began to chuckle.

Lindir turned even more red. “It’s not funny,” he grumbled before walking off embarrassed.

Lindir worked up the courage to enter your room again and he found you clutching your middle.

He frowned and walked over to you. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

You held out one arm, motioning for him to come closer. He did and you pulled him in for a hug. “Just hold me…”

He turned red again and froze for a moment before going to the other side of the bed and scooting over to you and letting you rest in his arms as he leaned agents the pile of pillows.

You buried your face in his shoulder and slowly took in his scent, relaxing a bit. He was stiff for a while but he soon was cuddling you as much as you were cuddling him. He had his cheek wresting on the top of your shoulder.

-.-.-

Lord Elrond searched all over for lindir before deciding to check your room. He opened the door slowly and a smile came to his face when he saw you asleep as lindir gently rubbed your back.

Lindir looked up when he felt eyes on him. “Lord Elrond I-”

Elrond held up his hand. “Take some time off, she needs someone by her side.”

Lindir nodded as the door closed.

You woke some time later and immediately hissed in pain. Lindir was immediately asking you what you needed and you nuzzled closer. “I need a distraction…” You mumbled.

He thought for a second before placing a kiss on your forehead.

You were surprised by his actions and looked up at him. “I…you…”

He looked away, afraid he’d done something wrong.

“You missed…”

He looked at you as his ears heated up and he placed his lips on yours.

#x reader #lindir #elrond #cute #kat651 #lindir x you #lindir x reader #lindir imagine

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bhaal-battle-beer-bard · 5 days ago

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ᘀᘗ нօʟɖ ʍɛ աɨȶɦօʊȶ ɦʊʀȶɨռɢ ʍɛ ᘀᘗ

📸: by @aristenfromwarsaw

➹pairing: Astarion x female Tiefling Durge (my bard Tav Saulus)

➹summary: Astarion gets a little bit carried away while his midnight feast, but Saulus shows him how to take it slow and what other things they can do to spend the night together. A fluff – fest! Pure pure comfort!

➹content/tags: fluff, comfort, romance, emotional support, cuddles, so much cuddles, smuty flirting, bantering

➹idea: based on pinkberrytea’s wonderful headcanon,thx again,made me so happy

➹listening while reading, inspirational song

➹word count: 10,878 ➹ao3

➹dedication: @pinkberrytea thanks for the lovely hc about them, it was the whole inspiration for this, so this one is for you

@aristenfromwarsaw because every time you make a beautiful pic or gif of Saulus&Astarion it inspires me, but most of all it gives me the burning motivation to actually dare to write something about my Tav. Those mindblowing GIFs and other stuff just making me truly create a writing that I can put it into it every time. Hoping my writing deserves containing your creations. Thank you for making my inspiration bearing fruits through your pretty photography! These GIFs really gave me enough motivation, making me start to write this in the first place! 💛🧡💛

@alpydk I've had the feeling lately that you could use some fluff&comfort at the moment. Always remember: You deserve all the fluff&comfort in every aspect!

ɦσℓ∂ ɱε ωเƭɦσµƭ ɦµ૨ƭเɳɠ ɱε - 𝒜𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓃 & 𝒮𝒶𝓊𝓁𝓊𝓈

𝒜 𝒮𝒶𝓊𝓁𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓡𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒

"I don't know if I should see it as another curse, that there is hardly any suitable prey for me to find here in these Shadowlands, or as a blessing. After all, it allows me to drink my favorite drop from your enchanting neck so often," Astarion enthused, his voice as playful as a whole string quartet.

Even if it was a bit lost in Saulus’ deep neck, in which the vampire was already lost in anticipation.

"You know that it doesn't take a shadow curse to satisfy your thirst at me. Whenever necessary," the bard answered him, even though she knew that it was just another one of Astarion's wordy banter.

"Beware darling, we don't want you to become a bloodless degenerate. After all, this operation still needs your brain. As chaotic as it may be, you've come a long way and helped us out with your mouth so far very good... All of us, of course."

Astarion laughed smugly into her neck before he started again to spread kisses on the skin there.

That was the reason why Saulus had a harder time paying attention to his words and flirtatious teasing about her persuasion skills at the moment anyway. The way Astarion drank from her had changed considerably.

A lot had changed since the evening when the pale elf had approached her with a strange expression on his face and said that they had to talk.

They had finished off Yurgir the Orthon, so that Raphael could get more information about the pact that Saulusus had already translated. At least the part that was so cruelly carved into Astarion's back and that she had seen after their first night together.

After the encounter with the blood trader Araj Oblodra, the vampire had revealed to her even more about his past or much more the mental scars and traumas it had left him with.

He wanted to be honest with her from now on. Wanted there to be a "we" a “us” and they were more. They both had to find out what this might look like. Because until before the crash of the nautiloid ship, Astarion had not had the opportunity to decide for himself, to have something for himself.

But if there was a possibility of having a place in his heart, Saulus wanted to seize this opportunity with Astarion. He should think about what he really wanted. She, on the other hand, knew from the beginning that the sharp-tongued elf occupied a place in her heart and her whole mind, which she herself had liked to suppress until now. For what good were feelings and a heart overflowing with love, if one stood alone on the edge of a cliff? Jumping only made sense if you were caught and she didn't want to throw herself into the black, yawning, empty abyss of uncertainty.

Now every moment in which she could simply hold his hand already seemed so precious. Nevertheless, it still had to become clear how real this "we" actually was for both of them. How much of the night was left when the sun rose?

Even if the sun never rose at Moonrise Towers. Not yet.

The vampire's teeth brushed over her neck. Noticeable but not hurtful.

The weight of Astarion's body on her own was just as noticeable.

His skin cool on her own. But the longer they lay together, the warmer it seemed to her.

He took his time, didn't just bite her.

At first, the pale elf had taken off their clothes, because he said they didn't want one of the white clothes to get bloodstains. And when they lay on top of each other in their underwear, he didn't drive his teeth into her neck, but kissed it.

His teeth became more and more noticeable and Saulus curbed her shaky breath and hold it for a moment when finally his sharp fang cut into her skin.

"Careful, darling", he whispered in her ear again.

His right hand slid tenderly from her chest, over her collarbone, to her cheek, where his thumb lingered while his fingers lightly gripped the back of her head to gently hold her.

He held her like a lover, not like an undead animal that satisfied his bloodlust on her.

Finally, Astarion bit.

The tiefling bard sucked the air in a short sharp breath, at the pain that ran through her, grimaced under the pain until... until it stopped. The pain disappeared and she only felt Astarion's weight above her, his mouth on her neck and her beating heart mixed with his now loud breathing, his scent and the slightly blurred tent. It became a little unsteady in front of her eyes. But she perceived only one thing:

Saulus heard Astarion swallow, but much more she heard him moan into her neck. After every sip of her blood, which flowed down his throat like the nectar of life that he represented to all of them in the end, the pale elf expelled the air through his nose so as not to have to take his mouth off her throat.

The bard felt Astarion become heavier on top of her, pressing harder against her and his head burying itself even more in her neck.

A deep rumble slipped from his throat and every swallow that could have tickled her ear was covered with a comforting, louder "Mhhhhhhhh" that accompanied his unsteady, trembling exhalation.

The vampire's right hand drove harder into her hair, slid up to her forehead and briefly gripped the base of her left horn before his fingers buried themselves firmly in her hair.

The elf's weight was getting more and more on her and she felt him rolling his hips against hers.

"Astarion," Saulus tapped his shoulder.

"Ah," he exhaled with a comforting sigh after he had released his mouth from her neck with a slight smacking sound. Satisfied, he pushed the air out of his lungs, licked his lips to absorb every drop of the red.

"Oh darling."

Astarion wasn't done with her yet and his tongue slid over her neck before his lips kissed gently on the bite wound for a moment. After that, he kissed her collarbone and the left side of her neck still unusually stormy and firm.

"Could it be that you enjoy this a little too much?"

Saulus carefully put a hand between them and pushed the vampire back slightly.

"Huh?"

Astarion got up from the bard and sat up and only when she looked down at him demonstratively did he understand what she meant.

"Oh..."

His underwear, which had become a little too tight, showed that his midnight feast had torn him away a bit.

The elf just shrugged his shoulders with a grin: "It's hard not to enjoy it with you, darling. You know, slowing down isn't just quite my style. And your blood is just particularly delicious and aphrodisiac to me."

Astarion could grin as much coquettishly as he wanted and wiggle his leg, but the bard in front of him didn't seem satisfied with the answer. Because she wasn't either. She looked at him in silence for a few seconds before she asked seriously:

"Do you like any of it at all? I mean, we wanted to take it slow so you can figure out what you really want. Isn't it much more due to the consumption of blood from rational beings, no matter who it is?"

"Of course I like it. And there's no question about it with you," the elf assured her and straightened his back. He seemed to have noticed that he couldn't even smile away the topic quickly. Saulus was preoccupied with the whole thing. Everything he had said to her. She wanted to learn how to treat him in a new way. That this remained beautiful between them and never reminded him of anything from back then, as it had been with Araj.

"I've told you that before," Astarion added and raised his eyebrow a little. He probably believed that she didn't know this anymore.

Yes, he had told her it was different with her. Their nights had meaning and that he had been attracted to her, that she was beautiful. Nevertheless, his first impulse had been to use his body as a kind of pledge, to instinctively deceive her... What if he instinctively did something again that he didn't really want to do?

Emotionally, he had pushed her away so far, attracted her body. Now they wanted to do it differently. But just because you wanted it didn't mean it would work. Astarion had sounded so sure that night, desperate to tell her the truth, at any cost. No matter what it meant, she should know the truth. See how he really was. And at the same time, he had never sounded more insecure, so unsure and unkowing of what he actually wanted.

"Wait, let me fix this first" The pale elf reached for a handkerchief that he had carefully laid out beforehand and carefully pressed it onto the bard's bite wound before he took the Amulet of Silvanus, which lay next to it, in his hand.

"Te absolvo", Astarion spoke the spell of the Lesser Restoration and the wound had closed when he wiped the handkerchief over her neck again and then took it away. The blood loss had been compensated for and the dizziness had vanished and thus a conversation was more decent.

"Well, when I say it's different with you, I mean it. Drinking your blood is also unlike any other," the elf continued after he had sat back down, "being with you feels very different. It's beautiful. But I just thought if we slow down in the future, I won't act again... instinctive. I don't know what else someone wants in a relationship. So far, no one has ever wanted anything else from me. Always just own myself and use my body for their pleasure or advantage. I wasn't good for more."

A deep sigh escaped his throat and he looked down at the floor, "I wish it was easier that I could just be with you the way I want to. Without... without these feelings of my life so far."

"Can I make it easier for you somehow? Would you rather stay in distance from me?"

"These horns look quite cute and you can use them well to hold onto, but sometimes they seem a bit too heavy for your head," Astarion mocked and tapped her forehead and the cheeky rogue had returned to him, "otherwise you could think better and not spend time with dumb false fantasies. You took my words a little too seriously a few days ago or didn't understand them properly."

"Astarion... don't overdo it with your cheekiness," grumbled the tiefling like a hissing kitten and the elf just laughed amused, at the stubborn face she pulled. It was actually more endearing than intimidating. Even though he knew that it might not be a good idea to irritate her unconscious before going to bed, he was still sure that her conscious was so fond of her that nothing would happen to him.

Or?

The vampire leaned towards her and his ruby eyes sparkled cat-like as always, as if he wanted to jump. His lips against her ear did the rest, not to mention his murmuring voice:

"But darling, so far I've only ever gotten the impression that you enjoy my cheekiness very much. Not to mention..."

Her fingertips on his lips silenced him and Astarion blinked confusedly and was suddenly no longer a cat, but more the deer in the bright light. Saulus had leaned back and looked at him with a crooked smile and shook her head.

Grinning, Astarion took her hand from his mouth and nodded.

She didn't want to get involved in his games. He couldn't avoid a moment of honesty.

Why did she care so much about how she treated him and how he felt?

He would not necessarily have suspected this from someone who always seemed as carefree, nonchalant and cocky as Saulus. She had looked like fun. But with both of them, the fun seemed to have won over to seriousness. Only Astarion would have thought that his confession would change more in him and not in her. But her sincerity towards him seemed to have been correctly assessed by him from the beginning.

Someone who shined all over her face when she laughed and was thus amused by their common puns and her own sayings, recognized when someone only smiled with their mouth and not also with their eyes.

And Saulus had made it more than clear to him that it wasn't his looks and body that attracted her, but his mouth that interested her. The rest was a bonus. A wonderful bonus. But until now... it had always been the other way around. His presence had only been tolerated because of his looks or his words because of the promise of what his body could do.

"You seem to have taken my words a little too seriously. I didn't think you would," Astarion spoke before he made it clear again so that his little sorrowful little bracket could understand it: "No, I don't want any distance from you, actually not in any respect."

The vampire twisted his mouth a little and fished for the right words to explain it to her: "But don't you know that feeling that sticks to you? Even for a long time afterwards with people who have nothing to do with it? Have you never slept with someone before and regretted it afterwards?"

"Hmm... I do not know. Possibly, yes. I... I can't remember what happened before the crash," the Tiefling sighed deeply as Astarion looked at her expectantly with his head tilted.

"Sometimes I see it clearly in front of me: me on the stage of the tavern and above my scrolls. And then there's just this red curtain and this red noise in my ears. It all blurs as if it had never been real, but it also shows nothing of what should be real."

She shook her head resolutely with her black and red hair. "Never mind. Explain it to me, Astarion."

"I want to be with you in this physical way, feel and touch you. It has nothing to do with the fact that I don't want it and don't enjoy it. It's just... me and my body remember all the times with others that I didn't like. Of the bad touches that you didn't really want and then put up with. This sometimes only comes up in retrospect. I want to be with you in a different way than with the people before. Nevertheless... I don't know anything else than that. And I don't want to reel off my same scheme with you anymore, I'm afraid to do that. Because then I think of...", Astarion grimaced.

Saulus knew this expression from him. He always stepped on Astarion's face when he talked about his life with Cazador so far and didn't really want to put it in his mouth anymore. On the one hand, the pale elf wanted to forget it, but on the other hand, it never let him go. He himself could not let go yet. If it hadn't been until the second Cazador had taken his last breath. Even after that, Saulus wasn't sure if Astarion could let go. With Cazador, the pain and injustice would not be buried.

"I just want to learn to be with you – in any way I can – and free from bad thoughts about the past."

The bard smiled at him. They were nice words from Astarion. Honest words. She appreciated it very much when he could be like that to her. As much as she appreciated his exaggerated appearance and sarcasm, sometimes it made her angry when the vampire almost obsessively covered up every spark of serious thoughts and feelings.

Saulus wanted to give Astarion what he wanted. That was hard for her when she had to think around a thousand corners to see what he really needed for his peace of mind. Because very often people don't want what's good for them. And Saulus couldn't stand it if she did something that would really make Astarion angry or sad.

The vampire lowered his gaze and sighed slightly, "But maybe that's only possible when he's dead once and for all... for good."

Warm hands were suddenly on his and Astarion looked into the friendly smiling face of the bard, who had sat knee to knee, very close to him.

"You weren't touched the way you really would have liked and, above all, always with the aim of sex and not getting emotionally close to you."

Taking by force.

Saulus carefully put her arms around Astarion and pulled him into her warm embrace. He felt how she gave him time to relax and let his own body flow into her gentle form.

"Then just tell me how you would like to be touched, so that your heart feels me," her words glided gently and warmly over his neck with her breath, to which her living presence was so close at the moment that she only needed to whisper softly.

"I... I...", Astarion faltered and his gaze wandered restlessly through the tent, while in reality his eyes were turned inwards and searched within him for an answer, "... I don't know."

The blazing Tiefling eyes looked at him after Saulus had leaned back a little to see his now slightly cramped face covered with gloom. He was telling the truth when he looked like that.

"You're the first to hold me without hurting me."

The eyes with the small flames looked at him in astonishment. Saulus was surprised by his words... at least as much as they stung in her chest.

Astarion was honest with her. But there was also a lot of bitterness and darkness in his eyes, with which he had spoken the words.

"Just like you would be the first to care for what I want. You're the first to want to know what I want, what I really want."

It cost the elf’s self-control not to drop the topic immediately with a sarcastic line. Especially with the expression on the bard's face. This depressed compassion... Astarion was too bitter inside and therefore couldn't decide whether he should be grateful for it or whether he should hate it.

She shouldn't feel pity for him... but on the other side, she should. Astarion wanted for others to understand his pain, to see how the world for him was the last 200 hundred years. The problem was, that in his opinion, they would never ever understand. He was alone there, no one came to save him, like he once already said to Saulus.

No heroes, no blades, no nothing.

The vampire felt the bard's face nuzzling into neck. He literally felt the loving smile on her lips. Her arms held him very close to her again. Warm and protective, although he was actually bigger and stronger than her. Even though Astarion didn't feel that way.

Saulus held him close to her, as if she wanted the hearts of both of them to melt together. Perhaps his cold, undead heart would then warm up.

Astarion closed his eyes and lowered his head. He also felt her closeness and the warmth of her cuddly body.

It was quiet. It was silent. It was beautiful.

The rogue only heard her very soft breathing, the nature around the tent and the pounding of Saulus’ heart. At that moment there were only the two of them. He could breathe her life into his lungs, which she exuded lovingly. The scent of lily, jasmine, blackberry emanating from her hair enveloped his nose benevolently. The taste of lilac, pomegranate, cocoa, gooseberries and grapes of her skin was still on his tongue and impregnated his lungs with her perfume like the air he breathes. Her essence dug under his skin, into his insides and probably for a long time into his heart. Saulus had smiled her way into his heart. Radiant as the sunshine. Laughed and cuddled like daylight on his skin.

Her head kept rubbing against his neck like a cat, brushing his skin with her forehead and nose as if she wanted to bury herself even further in it. His arms pressed her closer to him more instinctively. As if he could show her the true thoughts of his heart with it, if only she were close enough to it. Astarion would have crawled into her if that were possible. Because when he opened his mouth... then at some point it came back, this panicked untouched fuss. It meant survival for him.

Even though he saw now that she and her blood meant life to him and apparently... she seemed to wouldn't let him go again neither.

Slowly, very slowly, they leaned back a little to be able to look at each other again.

"I want this. I want you. Until now, every day of my life was just... simply not mine. You keep going and going... you just don't know how to stop", explained Astarion with lowered voice.

Saulus nodded knowingly.

"I have an idea", she smiled with the friendly smile that had Astarion made believe that she might be naïve and that made him falling for her more and more, "what if we find out together what you like. If you want to. We don't have to of course, we just can be together like... friends. No touching."

"No don't go away. I want to be near you. It feels nice," Astarion snapped immediately.

A gentle smile settled on the Tiefling's lips in response.

"But promise me to let me know, when it stops feeling nice. It is ok. We both have to learn. "

Astarion nodded and looked at her almost expectantly. In fact, he was curious to see what she would do, what she could think of his liking and bringing them closer.

It was not an easy task for him to learn to feel his body again and to discover it for himself after all the years of abuse and torture. The pale elf was grateful that Saulus was willing to walk this path so patiently with him.

The silverhead sat down quite comfortably and leaned back on the cushions. Saulus was very close to him, so close that he not only smelled her perfume, but also perceived her soft breath and literally heard the beat of her heart.

"Just tell me, give me sign, when you don't like it. Don't perform no longer. No more. Ever."

"Oh darling, but I am so good at performing", grinned Astarion like a shark.

"Leave performances to me as bard," she joked back.

"Oh dear, but I am so much better at performing."

She openend her mouth in shock about that burn and then they laughed together. The Tiefling loved his sassy cheeky punchlines. They understood the sarcastic exchange of blows for what it was.

"Let me try this..." The two then pushed the jokes aside and Saulus gently put her hand against Astarion's cheek before her fingers danced filigree to his left ear. The tips of her fingers then breathed the hint of a touch against the delicate skin on the helix of his pointed auricle.

Saulus noticed Astarion holding his breath for a moment, while her fingers continued to stroke delicately down to his Antitragus and finally lovingly caressed his earlobe.

The elf closed his eyelids and sealed his ruby vampire eyes behind them. His shoulders sank back a little further, but he didn't move his head an inch.

Her index finger gently ran back the pointed arc of Astarion's ear helix, while her thumb and middle finger followed the same path and gently stroked the skin.

Finally, her fingers continued to dance over the tip of his ear behind the crus helicis over the tragus, then tenderly stroking the arch of the antitragus and tragus at the same time. From there, her delicate fingertips glided to the inner smaller arch of the anthelix and lovingly and caressingly traced its shape.

Astarion giggled briefly and shrugged his shoulders "That tickles"

"Is it good?"

"Yes, you can endure it. It's not entirely bad," he shrugged his shoulders and wrinkled his nose playfully unaffected.

"Oh... well then" Saulus took her hand away and leaned back a little.

"Hey!" Astarion opened his eyes wide and looked at her in protest. “No! Where are you going? Don't stop!" he grumbled immediately.

Grinning to herself, she shook her head briefly: "Good."

The elf immediately posed again and closed his eyes again and Saulus continued to stroke the thin skin of the scapha of his auricle with her fingertips.

Astarion's face visibly relaxed, and the Tiefling could see his lips curling and twitching when she touched a particularly tender spot. The breath of the vampire with the white curls was calm, very careful and when he exhaled he sometimes sighed a little relaxed.

Lovingly and gently, her fingers glided again and again over the shape of his ear: downwards and upwards - the fingertips or the sides of her fingers as if they were dancing on the surges of waves or playing the strings of one of her instruments, making them sound caressively.

As quietly as possible, the bard slid to his right side to give the same attention to Astarion's right ear.

Under faltering quiet breaths of Astarion, the Tiefling bard tenderly stroked from his ear slowly down to his neck. The flames of her eyes had fallen on the bite marks on Astarion's neck.

Another trace of his past. Another scar he wore. Scars that he himself never saw in the mirror. But... did they hurt him when he touched them? Because they hurt his soul?

Saulus wanted Astarion's body to belong only to him from now on. Only him alone. No memories of anything or anyone else. He should be free. Free to live. Free to feel.

Her fingers wrote a poem on his skin. Astarion sensed that. He could not understand and read the words, but he felt them. He felt her touch of silk, in his ears and the beats of his heart a sound of an unsung song, and on his lips the memories of the taste of champagne, strawberries, honey, cinnamon, and grape lemonade.

The words of a poem that he didn't need to understand, then the words of her caressing fingers caressing the contours of his neck, excitingly touching his carotid artery, that was a language Astarion understood best.

Her fingers deliberately danced to the bite marks on the right side of his throat to caress them attentively and massage them gently. Astarion twitched very briefly and hold is breath for a second, but when the Tiefling's lips rested on the skin of his neck, a short pleasant shiver ran over his entire skin.

Saulus’ lips lovingly rested on his bite wounds and began to kiss them tenderly.

Gentle so gentle.

Again and again her full, warm lips lay on the marks... the marks of his death and possessions. With the wonderful little sound of separating skin, her soft lips parted from his pale elf skin. Short cold and then again the wonderful warmth of her kisses.

All of a sudden, the bite wounds were no longer marks of possession, they were simply a part of his throat that was given wonderful attention.

And if it were up to Astarion, she would never have been able to stop.

He felt only her and he felt only the wonderful tenderness. The shiver and the pulses of electricity that she sent through his skin, his nerves, his whole body.

Warmth seemed to flood through him, as if her lips would breathe life into him with every kiss on his neck, on his bite marks, her life and new life for him.

The elf did not open his eyes once.

Even after Saulus had finished and looked at him expectantly, it took a few moments for Astarion to open his eyes again. A slight smile could be seen on his lips.

"I think this is something I like", he said.

"You think?"

"I am pretty sure. But don't imagine anything about the two of us, I..."

Again, the implied fingertips of Saulus on his lips silenced him. Her hand fell down, over his shoulders to his back, where she ran her hands up the ridges of his scars, over those lines of infernal letters. Carved into his skin forever.

Saulus looked at it perplex and wondering.

"What is it?", Astarion wanted to know.

"Nothing," the Tiefling quickly shook her head, knowing that it would only make him angry.

"What about my back?" the Vampire didn't let go.

"Please don't be mad at me," Saulus sighed and was already preparing to got scolded "but sometimes I just forget that the scars are there. I know you, on the other hand, you never will forget."

She already avoided his gaze: "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry," he said after a while and the bard dared to raise her head again, looked surprised into red vampire eyes.

"You're the only one of us who can see these scars, and yet they never cease to surprise you. And yes, I will never forget that they are there. I always feel it. Now the question is whether I attach too much importance to them or you too little."

A slight shadow had returned to his face. His scars continued to be a painful issue. Just as everything that had some kind of meaning to do with Cazador was painful. But Astarion hadn't shut her out this time.

The bard's Tiefling eyes looked at the scars on Astarion's back for a moment, but there was no pity, no regret or anything else in her eyes and the vampire recognized that too. He wrinkled his brow questioningly.

"Lie on your stomach," she said so suddenly that Astarion still couldn't follow her.

"I begging you pardon? What for?"

"I want to try that you might get a different relationship to your scars. You feel them differently... just feel your body again. Would you like that?"

"And what do you have in mind, Darling?" asked the silverhead after he had already laid down on his stomach and blinked up at Saulus in anticipation.

"Do you prefer it warm or cool?", Saulus’ question left Astarion no less surprised.

"Hmm... well, aince my own body is always very cold, I would prefer warm, I would think," he answered her honestly calculated and the vampire continued to watch with a puzzled look as the bard began to rummage in her utensils.

"Relax, make yourself comfortable," he heard her say in his direction and so Astarion snuggled up in the pillows and blankets and just waited.

The bard returned with brushes, her ink and paint. In addition, candles and bowls - all of which she set up next to Astarion.

The elf with the white curly head understood more or less what she was up to.

"Would it be okay for you if I traced the lines? Maybe then you can perceive them a little differently. Associate something nice with it."

"So far, you've been right. Let's try it."

The head with the silver hair now rested on his folded arms. The lit candle lingered under the bowl into which Saulus dripped her writing ink from the vial before her hand hovered selectively over her brushes.

"Say right away if you don't like it."

"I'm not that fragile, my Sweet."

"I know that you are not a rose in the rain, bending until too many raindrops smash it and scatter all its petals into the storm. Nevertheless, I want to take care of you."

"Is someone poetic again and writes the next ballad in her head? When you write about me, give due credit to my fabulousness, yes? I mean, when you look so good, it's worth a few songs."

Saulus rolled her eyes: "Astarion... I hope you don't really believe that your appearance is your only quality. Because honestly, for someone who doesn't have a mirror image, he should concentrate on something else."

"Are you getting cheeky again?"

"Excuse me, but being cheeky is my quality if you drive me to do it," the Tiefling grinned challengingly all over her face.

"All right, maybe I really overdid it and annoyed you too much. Don't let yourself be disturbed. Keep going. I'll let you know if it doesn't feel good."

The slender bard fingers with the sharpened Tiefling nails reached for the brushes. She deliberately chose a brush with scrutinizing eyes and its soft hair soon nestled against Astarion's neck, his shoulder blades and on to his back, where she first began to stroke the lines of his scars with the velvet brush hair.

The pale elf was still shivering with delicate tingling and tickling. His whole scalp seemed pleasantly stimulated, down to his hind head and finally along the neck and upper spine to his muscular shoulder area.

The fine brush hairs breathed an extraordinary feeling on the smooth ivory skin, which immediately turned into exciting waves and tingling. As if you were being massaged with pure cashmere on your bare skin. So exquisite.

"Is that good?" the bard asked.

"Mhm," the white-haired high elf nodded, only resting his head on his hands.

The brush now dipped into the warmed writing ink and then found its tip again on Astarion's skin. The infernal letters were now neatly repainted by Saulus, point by point, stroke by stroke, line by line.

The tickling brush tip with the warm ink on his cool skin felt like a gentle electrostatic discharge. The feeling was not limited to the passages of the infernal letters that Saulus warmly traced. No, the sensation of the wave flooded Astarion's whole body.

"Mhhhhmmm," Astarion sighed pleasantly in between and turned his head a little, "Is that what you do in hell? Is that some exotic infernal sex technique you got from there?" he teased her again with his playful voice.

"You know very well that I have never been to hell. The lineage of devils and demons is so long ago. Even if I did, I can hardly remember anything and seem to belong somewhere else when I listen to the little cryptic that Sceleritas Fel tells. As we know from Karlach, the smell of hell doesn't leave you so easily."

"Sceleritas?" Astarion grimaced questioningly.

"The butler I told you about."

"Ah. The little bloodthirsty butler who whispers murder in your ear. But you don't seem to be afraid of him or hate him."

"No, I actually think he's quite funny with his hat and the way he talks."

"It's funny that no one but you have seen him yet, darling." A crooked grin adorned Astarion's lips and he revealed his fangs. "Really, sometimes you could almost think you're making him up him like an imaginary friend."

"Nobody saw me kill the bard either, and yet it happened," Saulus answers matter-of-factly but a little stiffly. The thing with Alfira hung over her and no one should think that she was a bloodthirsty lunatic. Something was going on, but she didn't know what because the damn butler didn't spit out a useful word.

“Oh, I’ve seen how you can easily take out an entire bandit camp in one fight. It's more than just real how great you are with the crossbows. But instead of talking about what seems more realistic, tell me what secret tiefling sex practices you have hidden from me so far. What else are you hiding up your sleeve?"

"Astarion!", Saulus reprimanded him playfully and laughed, "Stop it! Otherwise, I'll smudge the ink."

So the pale elf just enjoyed the brushstrokes with the warm writing ink again and actually began to feel his back differently somehow. At first it had been a little strange, but only the first few seconds. But after that he had relaxed, relaxed his head, followed his body, because the skin on his back had immediately liked the caressing, gentle strokes.

So Astarion perceived only Saulus, her closeness, her touches.

The warmth in the tent and the flickering and the scent of the candles.

"Does it bother you?" Astarion asked suddenly.

"What?"

"That my body is so cold..."

"No. When we're together, you don't feel cold, I think. If so, then pleasant. And even if... Maybe I have a flame of Avernus in me after all and I'm warm enough for both of us."

Saulus smiled lovingly down at him before she rewrote the infernal pact again with complete concentration. Because for her it was that: writing.

Just as she had been able to read it from the beginning. Read what Astarion hadn't seen and didn't know what it actually was.

"Cazador made you all believe that it was a poem, you told me," Saulus said after a while in the middle of it, continuing to trace the lines on Astarion's back with precision, as if she were being paid for it, "how about... if I really write a poem on your back. You know, to symbolically paint over it, rewrite it..."

"I can follow your great theatrical bardic logic, darling. Go ahead... if you want to write a poem about me to pour out your heart and confess your infinite love for me, don't force yourself. But if you write about me, then also mention my beauty properly," Astarion concluded in a speech as theatrically emphasized as always. A stage actor had been lost in him. He just couldn't resist to tease Saulus again.

She didn't like him making jokes about love. But Saulus knew what was meant. And unfortunately Astarion was right: she liked it when he teased her and made fun of her. Saulus lived for sarcastic verbal battles.

"Of course Astarion, don't worry. You don't expect the sunset to admire you back."

"Ha exactly," he grinned contentedly like the sunset until he noticed that she might not have complimented him after all. "Hey wait!", his face grimaced gremlin like "Am I the sunset or you with your writing?"

The vampire clicked his tongue and his eyes sparkled cat-like again: "Cheeky little pupp!" It was more a praise than a reprimand from his mouth.

Thus rolled off his tongue, everything was praise for Saulus.

The man purred like a cat and his voice was ecstasy turned into words.

Saulus smiled, which Astarion of course couldn't see. She had already written poems and ballads about him. All safely stored in her bard book. Tightly closed and a secret to herself. She wouldn't put it on his nose.

Especially after some of her scrolls of poetry that she had written for bard competitions she had always participated in disappeared after Volo came to the camp...

"Done," Saulus put the last point to conclude the paragraph of the infernal pact. But it wasn't anymore. She hadn't really read it either. She had rather painted for herself. She had looked at Astarion. His back. His scars. What they meant to him. What he felt, had felt.

And always just the hope that he could now feel something different.

Warmth.

Caressing touch.

Gentle guidance.

"Oh...", Astarion needed a while before he moved again and lifted his head up.

"Have you fallen into a meditative trance?" asked Saulus.

"I relaxed."

"So it was okay? Did it feel good?"

"I already said that I am open to your exotic little Tiefling secrets," the vampire grinned.

"Stop the teasing, Astarion!", laughed the bard about the incorrigible rogue.

"Give me a moment, before I clean you up, alright?"

So the vampiric elf made himself comfortable again, while the bard put her utensils back to her writing stuff. Then she soaked a cloth with water and slowly wiped the ink off Astarion's back again and then carefully patted him dry with a towel.

A giggle suddenly escaped the white-haired vampire's throat as Saulus’ nails lightly hit his sides and he rolled around on his back.

"Wait... there are still a few drops," Saulus said and grinned from ear to ear, trying to keep a laugh to herself.

The bard gently wiped the last drops of water from Astarion's skin that had run from his sides to his belly, while the white curly head giggled softly again under the gentle touches behind pressed lips.

"You squeal at least as much as the owlbear cub when you tickle its tummy."

"Pah! Not at all," snorted the elf.

"I'm sorry, of course not." The grin on her lips, which was difficult to suppress, took the credibility out of her words. Saulus briefly tucked a strand of black hair with red interwoven streaks behind her ear, before she bent down and breathed an apologetic kiss on Astarion's belly button.

Astarion's lips pressed together in tension as Saulus suddenly slid down and lay down between his legs. With an incredible timidity, her hands rested at the sides of his hips and rested on his pale, smooth skin.

Astarion's smooth, flawless elf skin. A skin that Saulus had often admired.

Because Astarion was everything she wasn't.

He was a High elf, she was a Tiefling... somewhere a descent from the depths of the hells and in reality... maybe even worse.

But she didn't think of that. That didn't count.

It only counted the present. Only him.

Astarion and her lips on his skin.

He sucked in the air sharply as her head sank below his belly button onto his silky soft skin. Lips that nestled just as softly on it left a warm and gentle kiss on it.

That was all that Saulus did all evening:

She touched him with such care, tenderness, velvety caressing.

Fondling, kissing.

It was never there in any way to arouse him or stimulate him further.

Only tender caresses.

Tensely and attentively, he watched as the bard leisurely loosened her lips in order to deliberately press them back onto his skin a centimetre away, so that no spot remained unkissed. Her filigree fingers always lay exactly next to where her lips had been before. An interplay as if she were composing a song on his skin again, which probably only she really understood. Because Astarion could only feel it.

Felt her kisses and delicate fingers breathe a blanket of silk onto his pale, smooth skin. It was so incredibly gentle and Saulus really made an effort because every one of her elegant movements was made conscious.

Astarion saw it when she returned to his navel and kissed down, how carefully she took care not to go too far with her head and lips.

And she kissed herself again up to his sides and her hands lay with graceful fingers, with pointed nails so gently to his sides that it glided like a gentle breeze. Her lips warm on his skin, her thumbs stroking softly his skin.

It was all so harmless.

Tame.

Good-natured.

Sensitive.

Careful. Affectionate. Tender.

All words Astarion did not know in his life.

He had always been an attentive, intimate lover, yes. But only to... well....the outcome was known.

But nothing had been peaceful and velvety like Saulus’ touch. Nevertheless, so intense and electrifying. Her lips kissing a trace just below his belly button and her hands following them like the moon following the sund.

Her fingers felt like the feathers of angelic wings. How could these hands, which had literally torn another bard to shreds in an unconscious trance, be so gentle and loving? It seemed almost unreal to Astarion when he thought about it. But it was so, and for him she was always much more his angel than a violent devil. Even if he wasn't stupid enough that he didn't know that you had to keep an eye on dark tendencies. Especially when dark inclinations were accompanied by strange, invisible butlers.

It was all a bit unreal how he watched her in her tender actions and tried not to be overwhelmed by this pleasant feeling.

A smile upon her face, a gentle brush against his brow and soft kiss on his forehead – and the Tiefling bard and the pale rogue with the undead eyes sat together like the night began.

She had finished her "spoiling program" and Saulus had very much hoped to have read all his signs and body language correctly, so she could only rely on him to be honest with her.

That Astarion had really liked it and that he would have told her if it hadn't been like that. She had to be able to rely on it. Because the thought that it was different... it really made Saulus sick inside.

He laughed at her because she his words too seriously? Well, just the thought that she could be like one of his victims, people he despised and had therefore seduced and taken with him, he had endured, yes that really turned her stomach.

That Astarion would ever again do something he didn't want, that he thought as little of himself as he had spoken of himself in the night, that he should have just bitten the blood merchant for the potion. She didn't want to hear that and never wanted to see the expression on his face again. But she didn't want to see any lies on his face either. She loves his theatricality. But not the overplaying and lying. And she had noticed relatively early on that something was going on with him that he was hiding, but she had ignored it because she had trusted that he would talk to her.

Saulus looked at him suddenly unusually serious, after they sat together again.

"I assume that you will be honest with me in the future. I understand that sometimes you don't know what you really want and what is good for you. I try to understand what is good for you so that I can avoid unpleasant things right away. 'Cause hurting you in any way is absolutely the last thing I want. I never want to be the reason you feel uncomfortable. I couldn't stand that."

"My my, look who is all lovey-dovey with me," Astarion's lips pulled up in a mocking manner and his eyes flashed under his sharp-tongued comment.

"Keep up talking like that and I'll think about it again and take it back," Saulus grumbled angrily and grimaced so that her Tiefling eyes sparkled grumpily under her horns.

"Haha, that's nothing you can take back, Darling," the pale elf just laughed and was visibly enjoying himself.

The more Saulus grimaced and looked like a cross between a stubborn cat and a baby goat, the more Astarion had to laugh smugly. He found her angry face only wonderful. Nay, if she did not aim a crossbow at one, or pluck her lyra strings to let loose a malicious spell, he would find her angry face only dearest.

Even though he had a hard time trusting, he could hardly believe that this woman would ever hurt him. Someone who had a fit of laughter when someone received a real insult, but had half tears in her eyes when he didn't want to cuddle with her and the owlbear, because the cub disturbed his meditation with his whistling at night.

"Astarion, I'm serious! I just want to take care of you and I also want you to take more care of yourself. It goes without saying that I want to protect you from injury in battle. But even so, I want to protect you from unpleasant things if I can. But I can only do that if you are honest with me and I know how you feel, how you really feel. Vulnerability is not a weakness," Saulus’ words became more and more vigorous and you could see that alone in her determined, dogged expression. She was damn serious and talked herself into a bit of a rage, because she believed that Astarion just didn't want to understand her. It wasn't a joke for her.

None of that.

She didn't find anything funny about it when it came to the things that depressed Astarion. And they did. Except that after his confession, the vampire immediately put his mask back over it.

"I just want to protect you from unpleasant things, whether physical or emotional. No matter from whom, no matter how. Because that's what you do, for people that you...care for."

Saulus bit her lip hard.

She had talked herself a little too much into a rage.

She almost said 'for people that you love'. She was just able to pause.

To speak of love now would definitely be too early, she knew that. That would overwhelm Astarion.

But since his confession and his question if she really wanted to try to have something like a decent relationship with him, he had opened the floodgates for her own feelings, which she had apparently closed so carefully.

Since Astarion had seen nothing in them but a little fun, she hadn't let it mean anything more to her. At least that's what she had said to herself. Perhaps she had lied to herself more than the vampire had lied to her, if she believed this herself. She had simply ignored as long as Astarion was around every day that it was his smile that she secretly got up for every morning.

After all, she had only been waiting to end this loose game after he had spoken to her. And you could only immediately and willingly commit yourself to someone if you were already in love with him. And she has been since the first moment.

Now that she knew that her feelings were not unrequited, they were not just loitering around somewhere in her heart and in the form of songs and poems. No, Saulus was well aware that she would do anything for Astarion. Absolutely everything. Because he meant so much to her.

"Keep spoiling me like this and I don't know how to return the favor," smiled the rogue mischievously.

"Since when have you been so selfless? Besides, I've told you before that you don't have to return the favor if I do something for you. I don't expect anything in return, that's not why I do it.”

"Oh... so you are always at my service without getting anything in return? Watch out, otherwise I'll become even more self-indulgent."

He winked and before the bard had any retaliation ready, Astarion carefully pulled Saulus by her hand to him.

"Come here..."

Saulus was about to say something and opened her mouth to counter Astarion's endless sarcasm of the evening, but when he pulled her towards him and spread his arms, she silenced.

Gently and kindly, the vampire embraced her in his arms. Astarion was always cold and yet Astarion was always warm.

The bard was probably almost as surprised as the vampire himself, a few days earlier when she hugged him during their conversation to show him without words that he was important to her.

It surprised her, because at that very moment it seemed to her, as if Astarion had forgotten what a hug was all these years ago. As if he had to learn how to do it again. After her initial surprise, Saulus snuggled into the hollow of his neck.

She felt him and inhaled his scent of bergamot, rosemary and brandy.

She stroked his skin with her nose and took everything from him deep inside her.

A hug could often be more heartfelt and intimate than sex. It was what you wanted much more, to be close to your partner.

Their hearts were close together. Astarion's undead vampire heart, which worked in its own way. In every sense.

Full of pain, hate, grief, envy, sadness, anger and yet still carrying the spark of hope and love within it. Still fighting. Always fighting. Always beating.

Next to it was Saulus’ heart, somehow forged in the fires of Avernus between Asmodeus and Zariel and perhaps even more between love, songs, flowers, blood and wine. Her head was as full of holes as it was full of songs.

All the touches...touches, caresses that didn't hurt. Nobody held him by force. Nobody held him close even though Astarion just wanted to get away, pressed him to the ground with a weight that he didn't want to feel.

No, he held Saulus close to him. Wanted to feel her body, her warmth, her closeness. He wanted to be held by her. Closer. Closer. Tighter.

It didn't hurt. It felt good.

It pushed away all the thoughts, all the memories of unpleasant touches.

Suddenly there was only her.

Her tender, loving, patient touches.

She was the first to hold him and touch him without hurting him and Astarion noticed that he wanted her to never let go.

“I may not be very seriously going through life: Laughing, joking, giggling, making love”, started Saulus to explain herself very sincerely to him, “but believe me, I will do and won't do anything for you. When you understand. Just say the word and I will burn down this world to ashes or lock myself up in a cage.” Blazing flames in the true Tiefling eyes of Saulus.

Not flames of Avernus, flames of sincerity. Her heart close to his chest, his beating yet undead heart. Brought back to life. More alive than ever, since he had known her. His cold hand on her warm dusk-gray cheek.

Nothing but truth in her expression.

She might actually burn the world down for him, or throw herself into the darkness…just to protect him. From others. Or from herself.

“Oh my dear, that we won’t my darling. Won’t we? If so, it is me that will lock you up in a cage.”

His charming voice whispered from his throat and was perhaps worse than any spell could have been. Confusing and possessing the mind forever.

“You worry about what you would be willing to do for me? That it makes you angry that someone could hurt me? Well, my cute little lamb, I'll only start to worry about that when you stop making hold to help and adopting every gnome that comes along."

"Tell me... what's it with you and gnomes?" Saulus raised a thin eyebrow and tilted her head. "Something happened, didn't it? I mean, this isn't the first time you've said something like that. Admit it... you don't like them because you had to bend down so low to seduce them and it made your knees hurt!"

Astarion had overdone the teasing for this evening and Saulus had finally had enough of not giving him a counterattack. After all, they both lived for taunting arguments. But they preferred it when they could fool others together. (Gale in particular had had to endure that many times)

"How dare you?!" Astarion stuck his chin up in the air insulted and piqued about her gnome comment. “Someone should wash out that dirty mouth of yours thoroughly.”

“Oh yes? And who should have the means to do that?”

“I know exactly how to handle bad girls, my dear,” the elf whispered in his seductive voice that was no less sweet than honey. His red eyes sparkled like an ocean of rubies, but also like a wild cat in the night. His lips now much closer to her face and her ears, his dashing smile on his elf face literally cut the tension to shreds again.

“Do I want to know?”

“Well…it depends…it depends on what you like and what you don’t like. But knowing you…you’re open to anything. Your fabulous screams should still be ringing in the ears of the priest of Loviatar,” purred Astarion.

"Or..." Saulus interjected and the Tiefling snuggled into Astarion's neck again, the tip of her nose caressing his skin, "...or we carry on with this."

The cold vampire was the warmest thing there was for her. The tent in the middle of the shadow cursed land like an enclave of light, love and warmth of heart. As if the light could shine from there into the whole world. Well, at least it illuminated Saulus' whole soul.

Finally, she laid her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed, her arms around him.

"I really like that," she just had to whisper.

"Me too," Astarion whispered back, his crimson eyes resting behind his lids with long eyelashes. His white curls rested against Saulus' head with black hair that was interspersed with red strands, making it look more violet.

Astarion didn't need his eyes to see her in front of him. Her silhouette was already burned into his mind's eye. A beautiful memory that hopefully nothing could take away from him. With his arms around her shoulders, he pulled her close to him and he just had to feel her.

Her closeness.

Her warmth.

Her affection.

All the love she showed him.

Patience.

Attention.

Her laughter.

Her nonsense. Her voice. Her music.

Her life.

Her life that she let him drink. Willingly offered.

The tenderness of her hands and even more so of her eyes. Her lips, when she sometimes said such incredibly lovable and sweet things that he couldn't believe how someone so cute and naive could still exist...or then again be so cheeky.

It was hard for Astarion to see that he deserved all of this.

200 years in the dirt.

Torture, dirt and humiliation.

Pure hatred. A circle of violence and hatred.

And suddenly he was lying here in the tent with this Tiefling bard, cuddled up together. Heart to heart. Holding her hand and not really knowing what to do with it.

With himself.

With her.

With all of this and the feelings.

So much had happened, so much in such a short time. That's how it was for all of them. Astarion was used to people always expecting things from him. But Saulus...she didn't expect anything that he couldn't give her. For her it was okay to just see what the next day brought.

So Astarion just held Saulus in his arms and let her hold him tight. Head to head.

Dream to dream.

Uncertain future to uncertain future.

Shoulder to shoulder.

Unsteady undead heart to unsteady pulsating heart.

"We should try to get some restful sleep anyway," the Tiefling remarked.

"Which is a difficult thing in these lands anyway..." sighed Astarion and the white-haired elf stretched, slid down and began to stretch on the bard's lap almost like a cat, "...with all the strange noises echoing through the darkness, nightmares are the only thing that nestle in your head."

The vampire snuggled his head into Saulus' lap, his eyes already closed again, muttering his words to himself and the bard didn't know whether he just liked to complain or whether he meant it seriously. Because Astarion seemed pretty sleepy to her, the way he had snuggled up next to her.

But...she didn't like the word nightmare. "How should someone get a good night's sleep or find a meditative trance that way," he continued to grumble.

"But..." suddenly one of the ruby-red eyes opened again with a crooked grin, "...maybe you have something up your Tiefling sleeve to calm my head and mind."

A knowing laugh accompanied Saulus' fingertips, which tapped over his forehead to his temples, then cheeks and finally carefully stroked his head, which Astarion snuggled contentedly against her.

Just as her hands carefully played around his white curls, a very quiet melodious humming gradually danced around his pointed elf ears. A melody slipped from the bard's throat and the humming made her chest vibrate gently.

As she stroked Astarion's forehead with her fingertips, lost in thought, and occasionally very carefully ran her fingers through the roots of his curly hair, her head and vocal cords remembered Alfira's song. The hummed Weeping Dawn glided through the tent.

"Are you humming The Weeping Dawn?" the elf asked in disbelief.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." he pulled her out of his thoughts and Saulus stopped immediately, "but it really is a catchy tune."

"Is that the real reason why you killed Alfira? Because you were jealous that she wrote such a beautiful song? Even if only with your help... and my present inspiring beauty of a muse, of course..." Astarion joked, grinning provocatively across his face.

"Definitely not! At least not consciously. I mean, it was an accident..." Saulus protested, but immediately pulled a face like a bear that had been caught with its paw in a jar of honey. Unlike Astarion, she didn't find what had happened funny at all.

“You sing much more beautifully than she did anyway,” Astarion shrugged his shoulders casually, snuggled up again and wrinkled his nose as a sign that he didn’t really care. Or that he wanted her to believe that.

“You think my singing is beautiful?” the Tiefling asked almost in disbelief.

"Which isn't difficult, after all she sang terribly. And yes, I think you sing very beautifully," Astarion whispered just loud enough for both of them to hear, but quiet enough for him to deny it again if she asked.

Saulus didn't mind his constant sarcasm. That was their way of dealing with each other.

A happy smile spread from her lips across her whole face at his compliment.

“Sometimes I remember a life as a bard. Music and performances.

It seems at least as real as it seems like a mirage.

And then there's this red carnage in my head and then emptiness. Nothing but blackness."

"Oh oh little love... You don't have to act even more mysterious because of me, I already like you," Astarion joked in his typical tone of voice for these kind sayings.

“We’ll find out more at some point.”

The elf snuggled back into her lap and found his perfect “meditation hollow” again.

“Sing me one of your songs instead, I’m sure I like them better anyway,” Astarion murmured with his eyes already closed.

“I don’t know. I think she did a perfect job with the song. She didn’t even need our help, the words were inside her the whole time,” Saulus had nothing but admiration for The Weeping Dawn.

“I want to hear one of your songs,” the vampire’s voice from her lap sounded a little clearer than before. His tone had become more nuanced. It might only have been half an octave lower, but it betrayed Saulus sincerity and he moved away from his banter, where you never knew how much of it was just for show and how much was actually meant.

“Gladly,” a gentle smile played around her lips. Her fingertips gently stroked Astarion's forehead and the Tiefling saw his lips and the tips of his nose curl briefly and he exhaled relaxedly. Her eyes wandered over the pale skin of his face, over bite marks on his neck.

The lids with the light eyelashes relaxed over his animalistic, crimson vampire eyes. A soft, melodic humming came from the bard's throat and remained behind closed lips.

And while her eyes looked at each of his curls, her fingers played between them as delicately as if they were the strings of her lyre. Saulus followed the wavy curve of his hair while she stroked his curls soothingly, as she had previously stroked the arches and curves of his pointed ears. Humming, she stroked Astarion's hair as if she wanted to play a duet with the waves of the sea.

The scent of the candle and her warm ink, paired with Astarion's own note, began to change. Saulus saw Astarion in her memory in the moonlight, his hair shimmering like silver, just like his words, even if the next morning they seemed like a deceptive dream that had disappeared into the halo. Her nose remembered the scent of leaves kissed awake by the bright morning sun. The rays of the sun that seemed to taste of her colors of orange and red. As if the forest had returned to her tent.

Her lips opened and Saulus began to sing the words to the melody:

„Follow me into the forest of honey golden lies

Your words like cinnamon but underneath there is a fire

Golden Dawn or is it an inferno?

Golden words blazing fire into my heart

Holding you is like holding onto a flame

Flames burning high

They say you can’t hold a flame

But what if we be both burning bright

With flames reaching the sky?

Nothing left than ashes there will be

For me all right, with you I will ever be

Dancing to oblivion into the midnight mess

The world it can forget about us

But our spark will never end

This hand will never get tired of reaching for the flames

Because holding you is all I ever will

Our flames burning high to the sky

Honey dawn

I am tasting on your lips

Forever dancing, forever burning

Sunrise of honey and cinnamon

Is it a golden dawn of your lies?

Or the start of our golden age?”

📷: aristenfromwarsaw

➹ a/n: I've been sitting on it since September.

But you know how I am: I have the dialogue and narrative perfectly in my head, but if I don't write it down right away and think I'll remember it later...of course I won't remember it later.

And if something gets lost, I get so frustrated that I don't do it at all.

And some of you know certain reasons that have come between writing 😅😵‍💫😅

As always, I am dying to know exactly what you think about it. 😬🫣😁

Even though this is supposed to be my pure hug&fluff fest fanfic, I still added a touch of head drama and worked on Astarion's trauma. Don't ask what's wrong with so many of us authors. Whenever I just want to write cuddly fics, my head screams while I'm writing "But how are they supposed to be happy and in love if they aren't first full of fear and doubting love and questioning everything? You can't be happy if you weren't unhappy before!" I don't know why that happens 😅 Readers, let me know what you think. Pure lovey dovey or emotional ballast and processing including good?

(One bard was harmed during this playthrough...sorry as always Alfira 😅)

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~ 1. Aftermath/Ambush ~

Pairing: Astarion x Zuko (Named Tav) Tw: blood, violence, mention of Cazador Word count: 1,523 Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact

It was the dead of an autumn night, the wind howled and the group that took camp within these thick woods were all fast asleep— well, all but two. The pale vampiric elf and his tiefling boytoy had snuck away to have a bit of fun by themselves and now they both laid on a blanket, panting.

"Mm, you like your tail pulled huh~?" Astarion purred, sitting up slightly to look at the satisfied Tiefling, catching the pale glint of the moon in the beads of sweat that ran down the elf's face. Slightly exhausted from their little romp through the thick trees.

Zuko's tail just swayed back and forth,while the tiefling laid on his chest with his hips up in the air, he didn't want to ruin the blanket even more- already getting some of his white sticky stuff on the cotton blanket though thankfully most of it was on Astarion's midsection. “Maybe~” Zuko answered, his tail teasingly swaying in front of the pale elf’s face.

Astarion grabbed Zuko’s shirt from the ground next to them as he softly laughed, wiping the tiefling jizz off his pale skin then he turned over to help his tiefling lover. “Well, dearest, if you’re good, I’ll pull on it some more.” Astarion said, gently tossing the shirt to Zuko for him to clean himself. The tawny beige tiefling only blushed as he grabbed the shirt and gently wiped his junk so he could rest on the blanket. “You mean when I let you drink me like a juice box? Easy”.

Astarion hummed, his face stretching into a smirk and twisting a lock of the tawny beige tiefling’s raven hair around his pale finger. “You’re not some just wimpy juice, your blood a fine wine, full bodied and aged to perfection— besides I'm not so easily pleased. I mean, I wasn't the one who came as soon as someone pulled my tail.” he gently spoke, teasing the tiefling with how easy it was to get him to climax as he moved back to his back.

Zuko playfully pouted, his throat rumbling with a purr as his tail flicked in the air. “That’s not fair~ My tail is as sensitive as those pointy ears” he huffed, his tawny beige and pale spotted face flushed red while he laid on the pale elf’s chest. A bit of blood from the fresh puncture holes trickled down on Astarion’s skin, the tiefling grabbed his pants and pushed it against the holes in his neck.

The pale elf only chuckled, his ruby eyes on the top of Zuko’s head before his eyes flicked to Zuko’s face, seeing his eyelids start to fall but he seemed like he didn't want to fall asleep. “Mmm.. Shush” Astarion mumbled as he wrapped his arm around Zuko, holding on to Zuko’s arm as he tried to comfort the tiefling so he would get the rest he needed especially after their quite intimate moment.

It didn’t take long until Zuko was snoring into the pale man’s chest, peaceful as his tail wrapped around his leg. The white haired elf gently smiled, softly planting a kiss on Zuko’s forehead before staring off into the stars. Hearing Zuko’s heart pound against his chest over his purr.

Astarion held him closer, looking at the tiefling with fondness in his eyes. His long porcelain fingers in the Tiefling's hair, playing with it as he stared at the pretty Tiefling that slept comfortably in his arms. He always enjoyed his freedom from Cazador in these quiet and tender moments.

Astarion let out a sigh, moving for the blanket as he felt the temperature drop, wanting to keep Zuko warm and away from the bitter cold.

"How can a devil be so sweet?" He muttered, playing with the tiefling’s raven locks with his finger. “I wonder.. What if we met before this tadpole…” Astarion spoke softly, going completely quiet as he remembered what happened with a certain other. He closed his tearful ruby eyes as he cuddled up closer to Zuko.

-Morning-

The sunlight peeked through the trees, the rays of light caressed the pale man’s skin as the red eyed elf watched the sun rise as he held Zuko close under the blanket. The sun slightly warmed his skin from the cold night wind.

Astarion slowly got up as carefully as he could so he didn’t disturb the sleeping tiefling next to him. Astarion gently pulled the blanket over Zuko since he still noticed the nip in the air, brushing his raven hair behind his pointed ear before he started to walk, as he wanted to find a break in the trees to bask in the sunlight that he avoided for centuries.

Astarion stretched his arms out, feeling the warm rays of the sun hit his pale chest. His eyes shut as he just basked in the warm light that the elf missed from his previous life as a high elf magistrate. His pointy ears picking up rustling behind him, hearing leaves being crunched under someone’s foot— but it sounded more like under a boot rather then barefoot.

“You’re not who I thought you’d be.'' Astarion hissed quietly as he turned to face a dirty gur. The ugly and old gur held up a white oak stake up to Astarion’s bare chest, ready to plunge it deep into the vampiric elf’s heart. Despite being threatened with a stake, the vampire’s nerves were relaxed as he saw a glimpse of a familiar tail from the bush.

“Oh the infernal back there? I figured I’d take his head in too, they pay a pretty penny for an oversized imp but they’ll pay better for your-” before the gur could explain further, the sorcerer Tiefling grabbed the gur by the ankle from the bush, and casted a spell that electrocuted him, sending volts through his body. While the gur’s guard was down for a few moments after Zuko pulled his arm back into the bush,

Astarion stabbed the gur, he took the blade out of the gur’s sheath then just stabbed him once again. The gur’s blood sprayed all over Astarion as he spat on the gur as he fell to the ground, aiming at his face. The vampire didn’t want to even lick his face, disgusted at the thought of drinking the gur— let alone being covered in the crimson liquid of a hunter.

Zuko peeked out of the bush, before he just stood up out of the lush green bush. Wearing nothing but Astarion’s frilly collared shirt, luckily hiding his cock with the white shirt and the green shrubbery. Astarion smiled before he pulled the tawny beige tiefling into a firm embrace— his way of thanking the sorcerer without telling him. “Are you okay, Star?” Zuko cooed, a little worried about him, especially since he had nothing on and if the hunter hadn’t been near the bush, Zuko couldn’t have saved him like he had.

“Yeah.” He started, still a little stunned by the hunter catching him stark naked, with nowhere to run. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he pulled away from the hug, "is my handsome face untouched? I'd hate for that gur to leave anything that I couldn't see" he asked, his attempt to light up the tense situation. Zuko smiled as he moved his palm to cup the vampire’s cheek.

“Still as handsome as ever, Starry” Zuko cooed, gently guiding his thumb across the elf’s soft cheek. The tawny beige tiefling’s red rings looked right into Astarion’s ruby eyes as they shared a moment of blissful silence between them.

“Now, back to camp- I want to at least get cleaned up and dressed before the others get up and start asking me about the blood.” Astarion said, his pale hand grabbed the other man’s hand. HIs pale lips twisting into a small smile as he walked hand in hand with the tiefling back to the place where they slept together to get their clothes.

Zuko grabbed the blanket, throwing the red cotton blanket over his shoulder then tossed Astarion’s trousers to him. “As much as I like to see it, I don’t want other people to gawk at it. '' Zuko chuckled as he winked at the elf as he started getting his own trousers.

Astarion hummed, a playful smirk on his face. "And? What happens if I don't put them on, Zuzu? Hm?” Astarion teased as he leaned against the tree, making the piece of clothing spin around his fingers. A sly smirk across his pale face as he looked at the tawny beige Tiefling who stood near him. Astarion was obviously going to put his trousers back on, since he didn’t quite like the idea of his fellow comrades seeing his scepter and pearls but he wanted to have some fun with it with Zuko.

Zuko just smiled then started to walk away, heading straight to camp, making the vampire get his pants on as he tried to catch up with the Tiefling.

“Zuko!” The white haired vampire called as he tried to catch up with him.

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via-l0ve · 1 year ago

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Hii! Hope all is well with you! I'd love to do a 🎃 for supernatural or marvel of possible! <3

I'm so bad at describing myself, bear with me :)

Physical stuff out of the way. I'm pretty average high and weight, around 5'4 and 135. I do have hope dips and a ton of stretch marks. I have mid-length wavy brown hair and big brown eyes. I'm super pale, like ghostly pale lol. Oh and I wear glasses!

The basics! My favorite colour is lilac! My favorite season is autumn! I love Halloween and Christmas. There is nothing quite as good as that cosy, nostalgic feeling that comes with that time of year. I am in my early 20's. I'm bi (but maybe with a guy for this? :) ). I'm the oldest to 3 siblings. I've worked with kids my whole life. I suffer with chronic pain and anxiety and I want to be an addictions and mental health counselor to help people like me!

I am a huge reader! I love most genres but I'm a big dark romance, thriller and history nerd. I'm almost always reading a few books at a time lol. I'll do digital, hard copies or audio, the more the merrier.

I'm a huge history buff as well. I will learn a little about a plethora of different time periods and then deep dive into ones that peak my interest. Ancient Greece/Rome, the 40's and the Victorian period are a few that come to mind.

I love the look of the '70s as well. My style definitely has some influences from the era. I'm also a bit of a hippie. All peace and love and positive vibes here <3

I also love a huge range of music, classic rock to folk to pop to country. I listen to it all! I love my Zeppelin, Louis Tomlinson, Noah Kahan, Jake Wesley Rogers, guns and roses, David Bowie, Harry styles, imagine dragons and Mumford and Suns just to name a few!

My love language is physical touch and gift giving. I'm constantly wanting to remind my partner know I love them by holding their hand, cuddling, playing with their hair, etc. If we become friends in any regard, I will be feeding you. I'll bake homemade treats, suprise you with coffee and doughnuts on a bad day or make you a full dinner just cuz I missed you. It's just how I show I love you!

All my friends call me a grandma I'm constantly checking on my friends, I always have food and little candies in my purse in case you get hungry, I am a homebody, my family is extremely important to me, I'm learning to knit and I have to make sure everyone is good before me.

In a relationship I love little (or big) romantic gestures. Remembering my Starbucks order or building a fort for a horror movie night, etc. I find it very attractive when they get a bit over protective. I also am a sucker for pet names and all that lovey dovey stuff.

Sorry for any bad grammer or if it's just way too much! I have a bad habit of ranting. Thank you so so much in advance! Have the best day

Ps. I love your page! I stumbled on it not too long ago and I'm hooked! Keep up the fantastic work friend <333

OMG HI. IM SERIOUS I LOVE YOU IN A NOT CREEPY WAY YOURE SO COOL AND YOU LIKE LOUIS TOMLINSON AHAGSYSFWYEVDUGKVOFPEHATF PLEASE YOU SOUND AMAZINF AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE INFO IT MEANS SO MUCH I HOPE YOU ENJOY BABES!!!!!

OKAY SOOOOOO

i ship you with thor!!!

he would 100% sing along to all of your songs because he is a himbo and i love him. he also fucking LOVES your stretch marks and hip dips. pls let him kiss every single mark on your body he will do it with a smile. he plays with your hair all the time and he loves it. he has a christmas playlist for that time of year and he decorates with you and gets all cozy and makes you watch ELF every single year so he can laugh at the same parts. he’s always worrying about you and the pain you’re in but he always helps the best he can <333

he BEGS you to read some books to him and he gets really invested. he wants to tell you all about Asgard and in return you can tell him about all the history you know!! he LOVES you clothes and begs you to pick some out for him as well. he’s the type to want to match outfits. he screams Hardy Styles and Louis Tomlinson any chance he gets.

i fucking love that you’re the grandma friend i NEED one of those in my life that’s so cute.

thor loves it too. teach him how to bake please. he needs the help before he burns your house down hahah.

thor notices EVERY detail about you. your drink order, the way you like your hair, the way you focus, what movies you cry at, what your comfort movies are, a phrase you say a lot, etc. he’s very perceptive. he makes cute date nights like picnics and pillow forts so you guys can watch shrek (my perfect date ngl.) or a preferred movie.

he’s such a golden retriever bf and i think you need that bc you’re the grandma and all grandmas have cute hyper dogs so that’s my thought process!!!!!

#via’s celebration 🍄#🎃

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kaelsleftverdantsphere · 2 years ago

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Family borne of choice, not blood

Little snippets of what I have written of Voren´thal over the last few weeks, none of it was worth it´s own fic so I just compiled them!

Voren is Kael´s father figure and I will die on that hill.

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Voren´thal was an incredibly elegant man. Fragile and almost blind, but elegant. His eyes were cloudy, but piercing. And Kael'thas adored the look ever since he was a kid.

Voren'thal was a teacher, a friend and a role model for the young prince just where his own father was not present.

Kael knew of his friendship with the grand magister but never thought much of it. While Kael always spoke to Voren about all his little romances, the other was not that fond of sharing such information. Even often telling the younger man that such things fail to interest him. But that was a lie.

Voren'thal had experienced love for most of his long life just for it to be stripped away.

And now, perhaps, there is yet another person. A man, who is like a son he's never had. Yet another person for him to slowly lose.

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The younger mage was laying in bed, struggling to breathe under all the blankets, while cuddling into them for warmth. His hair was messy and unkept, his royal robes discarded somewhere on the floor of his private chamber.

"Kael, they´re waiting for you..." Voren´thal came in without knocking, looking over the mess of a bed infront of him. "Are you alright, my prince?" He closed the door and slowly, leaning into his cane, walked over to him.

"I am-..." He began to cough, turning his head away from the older elf. "I am alright-..." He almost wheezed the reply.

The seer nodded but remained unconvinced. "You look deathly pale, that does not look nor sound alright to me, Kael." He sat down on the bed next to the prince, gently placing a hand on his forehead. "And you´re like a furnace. What happened?"

"I don´t know... I think I might have been a bit too active on the battlefield yesterday and-"

"Ugh... Mana withdrawals?"

"Presumably..."

"I am going to tell Stormrage you aren´t feeling well-... And bring you some tea..."

Kael nodded, closing his eyes and burying his face in his pillow.

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"What do you know of pain, Voren'thal?" Kael snapped his head back and looked at the far older elf.

Voren took a deep breath, looking into the prince's eyes. "There is not a blood elf who has not experienced pain beyond comprehension, Kael..." He shook his head. "Yours is different, but not far greater..."

The prince scoffed, looking back at the battle map. "You know not what pains me..."

"I do not, but mayhap if you were more open, I might understand. Our work together would be far less stressful."

Kael raised a fist and hit the table below it. "I don't want to work with you if you fail to see eye-to-eye with me! I always thought the two of us thought similarly but apparently not! You're so obviously stuck in your old ways just like father!" He lifted his hand off the table and started rubbing it, the impact was apparently guite great.

"This has nothing to do with 'the old ways', you were obviously not paying attention... How typical of you."

Kael frowned. "Are you aware who you are talking to?"

"Oh stop trying to play the title game... You used to run to me to tend to your scraped knees and twisted ankles, your majesty..."

"Tsch..." He looked away.

"How very royal of you to act like a petulent child..." He shook his head but his whole body followed suit, his stance wavering as he placed one of his hands on the table to steady himself. "I tire of trying to make you see reason, Kael'thas... That man is going to be your end, I know it..."

"As if you know anything about Illidan..." He scoffed and almost chuckled. "I am doing everything to save our people, I just need time and your trust, Voren'thal..." He looked away with that sentence, trying to hold on to a powerful enough tone but ending up sounding more than desperate.

"You are leading them and yourself to inevitable doom..." The seer's gaze was fixed on the other elf, still stern as ever. "I need you to, for once in your life, take something seriously."

"I am taking this seriously!" He spat. "Of course I am taking this seriously!"

"Your attention span is worse than I ever remember it being and I've known you your whole life... And your reasoning skills used to be so sharp, yet now they're rather dull." He shook his head. "I believe you can make the right decision if you only try."

"You believe I can make the right decision? Well I believe you can stay on the right side-"

"The right side is the one losing less lives, Kael... And yours has already lost far too many because of that demon-"

"DON´T YOU DARE SPEAK OF HIM AS SUCH!"

"Screaming the second something isn´t of your liking, again, typical of the Sunstriders, isn´t it..." He rolled his eyes. "But I fear I cannot change your stance on the matter today... I shall try tomorrow."

"You´re fighting a losing battle-"

"I am?" He almost silently chuckled before walking away.

#kael'thas sunstrider #kael'thas #world of warcraft #voren'thal #sphere fics

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mentally-retired · 8 months ago

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cw for spoilers also some adult trans humour cus my character is trans

anyways, enjoy!

Gra'kuldiwiem couldn't sleep again. Maybe it was his brain parasite. Or maybe the constant impending doom he and his companions always seemed to be in. Or perhaps it was just because he was thinking about all of these reasons he couldn't sleep, pushing him further into endless restless nights with no hope of shut eye. Whatever the reason, the dreary dragonborn groaned with discontent.

The others seemed asleep. Or at least they were much better at pretending they were than him. His gaze drifted to his favourite vampire party member. Or well, there had been a bit more than just being “party members” between them. However, Gra'kuldiwiem was new to any kind of relationship, friendship or more. He was just new to society as a whole, despite living in Baldur's Gate for 14 years, his first 16 years being in the woods made certain social rules an enigma. For all he knew, perhaps all friends did this, and what he did with Astarion was purely platonic and friendly. What good pals do. Gra'kuldiwiem loved having friends.

Gra'kuldiwiem was pulled out of this... entertaining train of thoughts by the soft scritch of fingers tracing on sand. Definitely not the only one awake. Astarion must be trying to figure out that damned poem. Gra'kuldiwiem hated the poem. He didn't know what it said. Not that it looked bad on Astarion. Gra'kuldiwiem has yet to find proof that anything looks bad on Astarion. But it was driving the vampire to dangerous options. Making deals with that devil. A devil that would deal with children is more cruel than any normal one, and he was worried Mol would end up making a deal up in that tower. Everything about that vile infernal made Gra'kuldiwiem's skin crawl. Or his scales. Speaking of his scales. They were cold. Gra'kuldiwiem doesn't do nearly as much soaking in the sunlight as he'd like, he misses the heat. All his warm blooded companions seem so tempting to just… squeeze. But none of them seem like the cuddling type, especially from an 8ft tall dragonborn who dresses like he's haunting a graveyard.

However tonight, with his growing drowsiness, he is less keen in senses.

"Hey... Astarion... Hi... hello... you awake....?" He speaks to the vampire hunched over the room he traced in the sand. As the vampire turns, his smile seems forced as it spreads across his previously uneasy face.

"Hello darling.. always for you~? Anything you had in mind?" The word felt pushed out of him, like practiced lines rather than genuinely eager.

"I'm cold. There's no sun in this forest. Hard to sleep.... can I sleep in your bedroll with you" The dragonborn’s pout made his stature seems less intimidating

"Love, I am not sure if you noticed, but it wouldn't fit the one of you let alone both of us. And anyways, I am not a cuddly person."

"Then I'll just hold your bedrolll and maybe just bring mine over. This isn't a matter of cuddling this is a matter of you are all warm blooded bastards and I am freezing my dick off."

"You don't have a dick?" Astarion gave Gra'kuldiwiem a curious look, eyes glancing down in case Gra'kuldiwiem forgot where the aforementioned dick would go. "Having a dick is more of a mental state than an actual physical thing." Gra'kuldiwiem insisted "Please?"

Astarion sighed "Very well. Don't.. don't try anything. But, I wouldn't want our spellcaster to be... lethargic."

Grabbing his bedroll, he curled himself around the pale elf. His tail gently wrapped around the other like a third arm in which to seek additional warmth. Just as Gra'kuldiwiem suspected, hogging all this warm blooded heat. Not as warm as the bears he'd spend his childhood cuddled down with during those long winter nights or those wolves who huddled in a pile during bitter fall mornings. But warm. Comforting. Familiar, in a sense.

Astarion shoulders tensed. Frozen like a deer in the torchlight of an adventuring party. Low, soft rumbles started in Gra'kuldiwiem's stomach, then rumbling deep from his throat. The dragonborn's head lay atop of Astarion's, softly brushing his scaled chin through the pale elf's hair. Astarion's body started to relax in the bard's embrace. For the first time since the Absolute priestess he ate put him under with her sleep spell, Gra'kuldiwiem fell into a deep slumber.

"Darling..."

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"Dear..."

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"Love..."

...

"Oh for god's sake wake up already, I am running out of nice things to call you." With a large wrench, finally Gra'kuldiwiem blinked his eyes open.

"Mmmmm....?" He found his arms had remained tightly wrapped around the elf.

"I see why it’s Wyll's job is to wake you up. I need you to let go before the others wake up. The sun, or what version of it we have here, is going to be up soon. I think... you're good for warmth."

Gra'kuldiwiem unlatched his arms but not before leaving a kiss on the vampire's cheek, leaving a blue mark behind. "Sleep well Astarion. Well figure it out, the poem, I promise. You're not alone."

guys would anyone read a piece of writing about my dragonborn bard boy bg3 character being his silly reptile self and incidently accidentally comforting Astarion through The Horrors™️ with late night cuddles would anyone read that

edit: guys ive posted it in reblogs

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the-bee-is-lost · 4 years ago

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People had been surprised when the first man showed up. He was a tall elf, taller than professor Widogast, and his golden hair hung long over his face, so much so that it was hard to see his eyes. His skin was almost shimmering, a darker shade of copper that looked almost unnatural.

Caleb hadn't even noticed him at first, he had been so quiet when sneaking into the class that the only person that had seen him was a young halfling girl named Selina. She nudged her friend, then that friend told the next. The train of whispered continued, until the entire class was filled with quiet chatter.

"Is there a reason you are talking?" Caleb asked, raising his eyes from the spell he was working on translating.

There was a pause for a minute, then the stranger spoke. "I think that would be because of me, Professor Widogast."

With that Caleb's head shot up, noticing the voice. The copper skinned elf smirked, placing a hand under his chin, and Caleb put on an unimpressed look. "I thought I told you I was busy,"

"And I took that as an invitation," the elven man replied, making a few of the students giggle quietly.

Caleb sighed, standing from his desk, the elf following without being asked. They stepped outside of the classroom, and stayed there for about three minutes, then Caleb returned alone. He sat back down at the desk, his face showing no emotion.

Finally one of his students plucked up the courage to ask. "Did you kick him out?"

"Nein," The professor said, going back to his paper.

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That was only the first time a strange man appeared in class. The next was a pale firbolg, his hair a light blue and pink mix. Caleb studied him for a moment, this time noticing his arrival this time, as if he was expecting it.

The firbolg stayed in the back of the class, seeming to write notes about something, but he never participated when testing spells.

After class he walked to the front, sitting down on the desk right on top of a book the professor was reading. Everyone held their breath for a moment, knowing that professor Widogast got very invested in his reading (he had actually closed a book once, and looked like he might almost burst into tears. Instead he just put the book away and cuddled with one of the kittens.), but he just shoved the man off into the floor, making the class laugh. The firbolg also seemed to be laughing lightly.

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The next time was a human man, his green hair very noticeable from his place at Caleb's desk. As the students made their way to their seats, they noticed their professor standing by the door, one hand in his pocket, and the other behind him as if he was trying to be nonchalant.

Just as the last student took their place the man at the desk smirked. He stood on the desk, carefully so as to not step on any papers, and jumped off. But before he could hit the floor he vanished, in his place a bat began flapping, making its way to sit on the professor's shoulder.

Caleb took his place at his desk, knowing every eye was on him. He did enjoy some theatrics every once in a while, and why not include the person who continued to want to entertain his students?

At the end of the class the bat was released from its form, returning to the human form before, a pleased look on his face as he waved the students goodbye.

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Some people were pretty sure they knew what was going on. Professor Widogast had a friend who popped up in his lessons, sometimes to help teach, like the polymorph lesson, but others thought it might be a little bit more than that.

They had tried asking him, but he had given them nothing aside from a raised eyebrow and a "ja, you think so?"

So, a few, including a dragonborn girl, a tiefling, and a human boy decided they would figure out who this person was. Everyone knew it was the same person, his attitude was always the same, and Professor Widogast would always give him a fond look when he thought no one could see him.

So after class one day the three students packed up, then snuck off, following their professor as he left.

Caleb zipped and zapped all over Rexxentrum, but he seemed to be going about normal tasks, like picking up groceries. Until finally they spotted him, the copper skinned elf from the first time, only this time he had shorter hair.

The three watched as the elf and Caleb met, talking for a moment before their professor took the elf's hand, kissing the back of it before they were off again, hands interwoven between them.

The next day the students excitedly whispered the news to their friends. Professor Widogast had a secret partner, and he disguised himself around people!

The rumor spread quickly, even the other teachers hearing about it within the week. Caleb was honestly expecting people to have figured it out already, yet never confirmed anything aside from when his mystery partner showed up in class, wearing the disguise of a dark elf. Before Caleb could even ask him anything he was kissed right on the mouth, and just like that the dark elf was gone.

Caleb simply sat his head down on the desk, and closed his eyes.He had a bit of explaining to do...

Later.

#critical role #caleb widogast #teacher caleb widogast #essek thelyss #hot boi essek #shadowgast #gay #please help this mans #post campaign 2 #cr c2e141 spoilers #cr spoilers

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contorted-curruptions · 4 years ago

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*~Hello, Rabbit~*~Yandere Mirio X Tamaki.~*~Part 2~*

Note: Hello, Hello, Manic post Monday, barely made it to post this but here is the second part of The Naga God Mirio X Elven Priest Tamaki. I know I said smut in this one but once more I got carried away with this story so smut is 100% in the next one, this part is very much a cock tease but enjoy it anyway this will be the Segway into the smut. I’mma try to get the next part out tomorrow hope you all enjoy~ <3

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Warning: Contains Yandere behaviors, and Dubious consent/Non consent themes, mentions of sex, there will be many more warnings and mentions when the smut comes out.

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Mirio just got back from his time outdoors and he slithers further into the cave, Tamaki Lazily looks from his current position to Mirio who seems to be carrying quite a number of bags on him, bags that most definitely not his. Tamaki wonders if those are offerings from the villagers but they aren’t normally brought in bags so he doubts that is the case, it leaves him curious, more so than he usually is.

“You wouldn’t believe what I saw today rabbit~”

Mirio chirps and moves around the cave he places the few bags that he doesn’t recognize by the wall in the cave close by to where he is currently, Tamaki’s focus is on those bags. He stares at them and continues to question their existence.

“I saw a bunch of campers out. You know they’ve been there quite a while. I’ve been watching them and haha they were really active you know?”

Tamaki for a moment raises from his place on the pelts, his gaze moves to Mirio curious about where this story is going. Tamaki wonders if those campers are okay? Did Mirio hurt them? Are those their bags? So many questions. Despite being in this situation Tamaki still cares about those around him, other people. His dream before this was to become like his mother a kind-hearted priest who helped heal the sick and helped to protect the village. A person will welcome those who need a place to stay somewhere to call home. It’s Odd for Tamaki to have such a dream when he struggles with people and for a while, Tamaki felt too weak to protect the village but it had been Mirio who made him feel like he could be more than a weak little Elf. Even now with Mirio keeping him captive those values still didn’t die and he still wished for that dream to be true. Tamaki is still just as caring after all.

“Oh wow, a reaction. It’s been too long since you’ve moved much at all rabbit. Guess this story is interesting to you, so I’ll keep going, maybe I can even make you smile again~”

Mirio chirps as he slithers over to Tamaki who merely stares at him without a word, still giving him that curious and slightly untrusting look, however, he does nod in response to what Mirio said. that is the only response that Mirio gets from him which is enough to have him continue his story.

“Anyway what I mean by active is going at it like rabbits in the woods, haha, it seemed like they came out here to have fun and get frisky.”

Tamaki hearing this looks away and blushes, he curls up into himself a bit and hides behind his bangs which get pushed to the side by Mirio’s large hands. Mirio’s thumbs brush the skin on his face and he laughs before pinching his cheeks.

“Aw, did that fluster you Tama-chan? Come on your a rabbit too, shouldn’t come as a surprise that people were having fun like that, nothing to get shy over but I’ll admit that I love seeing you flustered. Those are really cute reactions so I’ll keep going to maybe see more from you rabbit~”

Tamaki tries to not look Mirio in the eyes, though he can’t help but glance at him and Mirio looks happier than he has in weeks of course this is the first time in those said weeks Tamaki has offered much of a reaction let alone this much movement. Usually, Tamaki just lays there staring at the cave’s ceiling only moving to eat and use the restroom. Mirio moves to wrap around Tamaki after moving to get some water for him from the flask, he hands it to Tamaki and he takes it drinking it down. Tamaki had learned long ago resisting when Mirio tries to take care of him is a stupid thing to do for Mirio will force him to accept his care and affection no matter what sometimes if he doesn’t he can get hurt when Mirio punishes him and he doesn’t want to deal with that, Mirio doesn’t punish him the conventional ways all the time which is with a bit of pain, Mirio had found that sometimes that isn’t enough Tamaki will put up with that and still act out but threats against his village do wonders for Tamaki’s attitude at times.

“Anyway I guess they weren’t just there to get frisky but that is what they had been doing, they were a traveling theater group, music, drinking, and costumes among many other things. I got to watch a few practices of theirs, you should have seen it. Was really fun.”

Tamaki listens to his story closely and wonders where it’s going, what is the point of this story, were they okay? Tamaki brings the flask away from his lips and stares at Mirio before speaking up.

“A-are they o-okay?”

Tamaki stutters out in a tone conveying concern, it has Mirio raise a brow before laughing and patting Tamaki on the head before giving him a lovely little nuzzle rubbing their noses together.

“Yeah, they are fine, I didn’t kill them if that’s what you were wondering rabbit. They just got scared. Those bags are theirs. The left in such a hurry, poor things haha. But I couldn’t have them getting too close and finding you...besides they had things I wanted.”

With those words at certain points Mirio’s voice dips to something more sinister-sounding which sent shivers up Tamaki’s spine, he isn’t sure if Mirio is telling the truth that the travelers are okay. Tamaki still feels a worry for those people who can possibly still have been killed just to get those bags Mirio had been carrying.

“I’m glad to hear you speaking again rabbit, I missed your voice. It hurts when you don’t talk to me, but of course, I try not to force you because I love you Tama-chan. Either way, those campers got me thinking. I want to try something with you~”

After saying thing Mirio gets closer to Tamaki’s face cupping it in his hand and move to kiss him so suddenly, Tamaki’s eyes widen, and his breath hitches, Mirio has been forceful with his cuddling before but never once has he so far forced a kiss on him and yet not he was doing this. Tamaki feels a blush spreading across his cheeks as his eyes flutter closed as he lets out a small moan into the kiss. He moves his hands to Mirio’s chest and lightly presses against it. Soon enough Mirio is pulling apart with a love-struck expression on his face, not only that but a look of lust that flustered Tamaki, and the blush on his face only got worse.

“M-Mirio…”

He stutters out frozen there staring at him in pure shock he doesn’t know how to feel right now, they have never kissed before not until now and it has his heart pounding a million miles a minute Mirio simple smiles and pats his head moving it right behind his ear to give a small scratch which had him let out a small moan of pleasure his ears and being pet around them, they are sensitive and they do well to fluster him even further.

“My sweet little rabbit, I want to make you mine, you’d like that wouldn’t you? I’m sure you must be just as pent up as I have been Tama-chan, if not more so. After all, rabbits are prone to near-constant breeding, how about I breed you, Tamaki?”

Mirio purrs out before kissing Tamaki’s cheek and then giving it a small lick, this had Tamaki whine, he was so flustered he was shaking in his place but he can feel himself throb unwillingly at his words, no he didn’t want this, not now, not after everything. Tamaki would push him away and fall backward out of his tail which had been loosely wrapped around him, now he lay there sprawled out with his legs slightly spread and his hands behind him which he had used to catch himself. Tamaki pants a blush on his face that spread all the way to his pointed ears and tears welling up in his eyes as he shakes his head no.

“M-Mirio, no, I- I- I’m not r-ready for that, p-please…”

Tamaki whimpers out as he starts to scoot back a bit, he scoots a good bit away before curling up in a ball and clutching himself, he sniffles as tears start to stream down his pale cheeks, he buries his face in his knees and refuses to look at Mirio who at this time is wearing a small frown from this rejection. Mirio isn’t sure why his rabbit had pushed him away but he takes a moment to think about it now and once he comes up with the answer that frown is once more replaced by a smile.

“It’s okay Tamaki, there’s no need to be so shy. I’ll be gentle, it’s your first time after all. I wouldn’t want to break my rabbit, I love you too much to do that you know.”

Mirio says as he moves closer to Tamaki again, he wraps his arms around his shoulders before nuzzling into the back of his neck and inhaling his scent, Tamaki’s scent is the most breathtaking scent to him. Tamaki’s scent always calms him down and even excites him sometimes even now it was exciting him. Mirio wants nothing more than to claim his mate at the moment, Tamaki, who he sees as his one and only. While on the other hand, Tamaki is much less certain about how he feels about Mirio. Tamaki sits there letting Mirio give him the affection he is choosing to give to him however he shakes there like a leaf nervous and feeling terrified about what Mirio will do.

“M-Mirio, p-please…”

Tamaki whimpers out before peeking up at him with teary eyes, Mirio would smile at him and pull Tamaki’s face up. Mirio licks at the tears falling from his face and lets out a small purr and groan at the taste of Tamaki’s tears on his tongue.

“Your tears taste good rabbit, I wonder what else from you tastes good~?”

Mirio smirks at him before giving him a kiss on the nose, he moves away from Tamaki and starts to slither over to the bags that he had gotten from the campers, he brought them over and sat them on the pelts before opening one of them. Mirio digs through the bag seeming to be deep in thought.

“I know I threw it in here, hold on, rabbit, I have a surprise for us.”

Mirio says as he roots through the bag all the while Tamaki sits there curling in on himself once more not bothering to look up, his mind is racing about how scared he is, how he doesn’t want to do this, but he doubts he can do much about it. Mirio has his mindset about it and usually, there isn’t much to detur him once he sets his mind to something. Tamaki knows this all too well.

“Ah-ha!! Got it, look, look rabbit. I saw them using these things when getting frisky and I knew I had to have them for you. I’m pretty sure they’ll fit. Don’t worry I cleaned everything in these bags Tama-chan, I don’t want you getting sick from deceased rabbits out there.”

Mirio smiles and he’s holding up a very special two pieces of lingerie, they were bunny-themed. The top is back with pink frills along the top and bottom, there is a keyhole on the chest in the shape of a rabbit, and at the top of the chest of that piece has pink strings similar to bikini strings to hold it up. The bottoms of the set are also black with pink frills held together with pink strings, on the front are bunny ears sticking up from piece and on the back attached to the butt of the bottoms is a black fluffy bunny tail. Tamaki at first is refusing to look at what Mirio is holding up but when he feels Mirio’s tail wrap around his ankle and tighten he finally raises his head to look and blushes a deep red at the lingerie in his hands. Tamaki uncurls a bit and raises his hands to his lips, his eyes are darting all over the place. Of course, as they do he sees a few more things that were also pulled from the bags which is a headband with realistic-looking black rabbit ears sticking straight up. There are a pair of thigh-high stockings that have little paw pads on the feet, they are back and the paws are pink. There is a pink heart lock collar with matching wrist cuffs, they look like they can attach to one another. In addition, there are also matching ankle cuffs as well all look like they can attach. The more he looks around the pelts the more horrified he becomes, another tail sat there attached is a fairly large butt plug, there along with a small metal rod with a few bumps and groves along the length of it. There is even a leash to attach to the collar.

“M-mirio, what i-is all this…?”

Tamaki asks even if he is fairly certain to the answer to it, these are the things that Mirio will be using on him today, all of them things Tamaki had no experience with. Whoever the campers were they had been very kinky and apparently given Mirio plenty of ideas he wants to try now.

“This is for our playtime rabbit, now come on strip down for me and change, I wanna see you in this, I bet you’ll look ssssuuuupppppeeerrr cute~”

Mirio laughs before giving the thumbs up along with a positive wink before shoving the lingerie at Tamaki and then also pushing over the rabbit ears to him. Tamaki sat there frozen for a long while just staring at the items and then at Mirio. Tamaki bits his lip and fidgets out of nervousness, Tamaki uncurls and picks up the lingerie in his hands and swallows hard that blush making him feel so warm right now and he swears he can almost feel his head spinning at all this. Tamaki stares over the set before once more looking at Mirio.

“D-Do I have to M-Mi-sama, I-I’m scared, I-I’ve never done th-”

Tamaki says this using Mi-Sama the cute nickname that Mirio really seems to like to hear from him, he hopes that the nickname will make Mirio reconsider his choice to have Tamaki go through with all of this right now but he’s met with Mirio placing a finger to his lips to quiet him.

“You’ll be okay Tama-chan, you’re my good rabbit and I know this is scary. It’s your first time after all, but I promise that I’ll make you feel really swell.”

Mirio says this and moves his finger to give him a gentle kiss on the lips before kissing his head. After that Mirio takes both hands and starts to scratch behind his ears, he coos at Tamaki and nuzzles him a moment. All these affections causing Tamaki’s head to swirl and he can’t help but nuzzle back letting out another small moan of pleasure at his petting hands behind his ears it felt so good and makes his cock throb slightly which flusters him and makes him close his eyes, part of him knows he doesn’t want this but Mirio being so kind to him, being the only one who touches him at all anymore, it compels him to listen to him. Tamaki does still loves Mirio or at least he thinks so. Tamaki’s eyes flutter open to look into Mirio’s bright blue pools which seem so inviting and that warm smile makes his heart flutter.

“M-mirio-sama…”

He says as Mirio pauses his affectionate scratching behind his ears, Tamaki’s mind feels like it’s floating, he almost doesn’t feel himself, like it’s not even him here in this moment anymore. It’s almost like he’s someone else, his eyes lightly glossy. Mirio moves forward and kisses him once more before letting out a small giggle.

“See all better now rabbit, now can you do what master Mirio asked of you my little rabbit?”

Mirio says as he moves away from Tamaki giving him room to do what he needs to do for him, Tamaki calms down a moment with a shaky breath. That blush doesn’t seem to leave his cheeks, he fidgets a bit more contemplating what he wants to do. Tamaki is still very uncertain, he knows he doesn’t want to but Mirio’s sweet words and kindness are making him melt. Besides does he really have a choice? His heart pounds in his chest and he raises a hand to it, he can feel the pounding against his palm. Tamaki takes another breath before giving a small yet still uncertain nod to Mirio.

“That’s my good rabbit, Master’s good boy. I’m going to turn around, rabbit, and you get changed, I wanna be surprised when I see you all dressed up for me, my sweet boy.”

Mirio once more moves forward and scratches behind his ears a moment before cooing again at him, it makes him groan and bite his lip at the action. Tamaki’s eyes shut and he can feel his body reacting to Mirio’s affection, though he would whine when Mirio stops his touching and pulls away once more giving him a tiny pat on the head while smiling before finally turning around like he said he would. Tamaki sits there a minute and stares at the lingerie once more, he takes in a deep breath before he completely uncurls his gets up on his knees, and starts to disrobe. Tamaki slowly takes off his top first he can feel the breeze coming in from above and from the entrance of the cave but it’s warm and soothing to him. From there he takes off his bottoms, soon he is left in only his tighter brief shorts. Tamaki stares down at himself a moment before finally reluctantly taking off his bottoms leaving him in nothing, his average-sized cock on full display and ever so slightly beginning to rise up but not entirely. He feels ashamed that his body even if just a little bit is reacting this way to something he doesn’t want, or maybe he does want it? Maybe Mirio is right and he’s just being shy like always. He just isn’t sure. After the thought, he begins to change into the lingerie slowly but surely getting it on tying what he needs too and moving everything into place, the idea of wearing this was partly causing him to feel arousal the embarrassment of the situation turning him on and he almost hates it. He put on everything he thinks Mirio wants him in. the lingerie, the stockings, and the rabbit ears. He has yet to put on the collar and cuffs and is not sure if mirio wants to put those on himself or not. He doesn’t know if he should ask either.

“M-Mirio u-um...I-”

Tamaki stutters out only to earn a small hum from Mirio as he turns around to see what Tamaki needs from him and what he sees takes his breath away, even if he was kneeling and he couldn’t see the outfit in its full glory what he is seeing is turning him on, not that Tamaki needs to dress up to turn him on but god damn if this didn’t have the cocks in his slit throbbing and threatening to poke out from his slit. Mirio slithers over quickly and picks Tamaki up and he yelps loudly at the sudden action. Mirio places Tamaki up on his feet and slithers back hands-on Tamaki’s shoulders looking him up and down.

“Oh darn Rabbit, you look so appetizing, I really could eat you up like this~”

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