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my return to the writing world is still recent so 5 is almost all of my work, and its mostly smut, but hear me out -
1. Die For You
ascended astarion x fem!fighter!tav!reader (WIP) long fic, current progress chapter 8/10
at its core, it was supposed to be a angsty one shot, and after reworking the first chapter, i had a spark of creativity and it turned into a whole story with plot. i actually really got invested into it and its the fic ive spent the most time on and written the most for, i had 3 main ideas for the ending and let people decide (without giving clear info) which ending they would to guide my writing, and despite the choice i was struggling the most with won, ive been doing really great! and im so happy about where its at right now and the ending i have planned <3
i recommend this one if you are into dark romance with a love interest who progressively becomes redeemable
2. Undisclosed Desires
astarion x fem!sorceress!tav!reader, COMPLETED (part 1/2 of a series thats WIP)
"hey look another one shot that turned into a series" look- i wrote the first chapter, went to bed, woke up with an idea for a next chapter, one thing led to another and BOOM i got a series brewing up
i recommend this fic if you are into rivals to lovers, its also heavily smutty and the first part ends with hints of hope
3. Nothing But A Dream
astarion x fem!tav!reader, one shot
i ventured on the porn side of tumblr and the implusive thoughts won, i have nothing to say for my defense
i recommend this one if youre into midly dubious consent stuff
4. Midnight's Embrace
astarion x fem!tav!reader x halsin, one shot
i wrote this one while i was high......... yeah, reader is also high in this one
i recommend this one if you too wish to be fucked by your two loving boyfriends while you're high
5. Bad Blood
astarion x fem!sorceress!tav!reader, WIP current progress 1/3 (part 2/2 of the previously mentioned series)
the unexpected follow up to undisclosed desires, and it gets angsty! currently only one chapter written since ive been heavily focused on Die For You as its nearing the end, but im working on it i sWEAR
i recommend this one if you really truly love angst and wonder what would potentially happen if astarion made his "simple plan" reveal to a tav that had a history of r@pe/abuse (hint, she doesnt take it well)
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Bedhead
Pairing: Astarion/ g/n unnamed You
Tags: the fluffiest of fluff
Length: 1k words
Summary: You woke up in Astarionâs tent for the first time.
A/N: I'm really starting to enjoy this whole Fanfiction writing thing! Thank you all for all the love on my last fanfic Magpie Stash 𼚠đđ
Once again I have to thank @nyx-knox for the thoughtful beta-reading, helping me to smooth out the bumps in the story â¨
Shout out to @onlyancunin. You know why â¤ď¸
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A single strip of sunlight falls directly onto your face, waking you gently. You donât stir but slowly, you open your eyes. For a moment youâre disoriented. This isnât your tent, is it? Slowly you look around. No, itâs not. And then you remember. Itâs Astarionâs. And now that your senses catch up you feel him next to you, his arm laid sleepily across your stomach. You blink almost in disbelief at the feeling of him still beside you.
This is new. Yes, the two of you have spent many hours together, sneaking away for moments of passion both here and in your tent, out in nature, in a couple of caves and a temple even. But usually you went your separate ways afterwards. Occasionally, you had fallen asleep next to each other but you usually woke to find him gone or already awake and half-dressed, like that first morning after the Tiefling Party. Never had you woken up to feel him still slumbering beside you before. In his tent no less.
But then you remember. Arms pulling you closer as you were about to disentangle from him, a kiss on the delicate skin below your ear and a single whispered word. âStay?âÂ
So you stayed.
You turn your head to look at Astarion. But to say what you see is not what you expected would be an understatement.Â
Unable to stop it, the corners of your lips curl up in an adoring grin. Often have you seen Astarion meditate on this journey. Usually lying on his back, his head resting on a pillow, hair immaculate, the ruffles on his shirt laid out perfectly, face relaxed and his fingers doing that dainty fingertips-touching-thing youâve come to adore.
But this was not that.
Beneath a mess of tangled sheets, Astarion is lying on his stomach, one leg stretched away from him and the other at a weird but apparently comfortable angle. One arm draped over you, the other one tucked under his head, barely resting on the edge of his pillow, which has somehow wrapped itself halfway around his head. He looks completely disheveled and ⌠utterly adorable.
Itâs the light chuckle you canât suppress that seems to wake your lover. He opens his eyes groggily, their crimson color practically glowing in the strip of morning light that had also awoken you.
In the few moments before he fully wakes from his rather unusual meditation, you see it clearly on his face: a flicker of a pleasant surprise to find you still beside him. Followed by confusion. Then a moment of vulnerability. And finally you see his trademark cocky smile slipping onto his face.
 âYouâre up early, darling.â he says in a casual yet sleepy tone. âI thought Iâd all but worn you out last night.â
âGood morning to you too.â you answer back, the smirk lingering on your face. Slowly, he pulls his arm off you and turns onto his back. His slender body stretches deliciously, and you roll onto your side to face him, unable to take your eyes off all of his beautifully exposed pale skin. When he eventually sits up, you canât help but let out a giggle.
âWhat?â, he asks, looking down at you.
âIâm sorry - itâs just âŚâ You reach out your hand towards that mop of stunning white curls that look like an exploded feather-pillow, but you pause, waiting the slightest of moments before actually touching him. You realize youâve never really⌠touched his hair. Sure, you had weaved your fingers into it, tugged at it in moments of passion, but ⌠fixing these beautiful curls seems almost too ⌠familiar? You canât help but worry itâll bother him. âMay I?â you ask cautiously. Â
Astarion leans his head towards your hand ever-so-slightly, signalling you permission to touch his hair. âIâve just never seen you like this, thatâs all.â His curls are incredibly soft, even in their disheveled state. Has anyone ever seen him like this, you wonder.
âLike what?â he asks in a relaxed tone but you detect the slightest hint of insecurity. Inspecting his beautiful face for a moment longer, you notice the red skin and creases the pillow has left around his cheekbone and the drop of dried blood in the left corner of his mouth from when he drank from you.
â⌠Tousled,â you finally answer, still unsure if the word captures how endearing he looks to you in this state.
He huffs a laugh. âWell, my dear, you too are looking rather unkempt.â he says as he plucks a tiny, honest-to-god pillow-feather from the tangled mess on your own head. The two of you look at each other - all messy hair, dried blood, squished faces and sticky skin.Â
You wonder what the pale Elf is thinking, what he is searching for while he is studying your eyes so intently. Because all you feel in this moment is fondness. Fondness for him, for waking up together ⌠for whatever it is that exists between the two of you. And you think he maybe feels it, too. Because, to your delight, a smile spreads on his indented face, his fangs momentarily glinting in the morning light before the both of you let out a laugh. He is so beautiful to you in that moment. And your heart swells in a way it has not done before, to the point of aching within the confines of your chest.
Itâs Astarion who leans in first to kiss you then, running his fingers over the birdâs nest that is your hair. âI do think you look quite delicious like this, you know?â he whispers against your lips before pushing you down, pinning you back onto the bedroll as his weight comfortably settles onto you. You feel him smile into your kiss and you know itâs sincere. âSo letâs see if we can mess up this hair of yours a bit more, shall we?â
#astarion x tav#astarion fluff#astarion fanfic#ohoh âherdarkestnightelegance wrote something#living the dream#astarion x reader#astarion fic#astarion fanfiction
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Severance
Daddy!Azriel x Mommy!Reader
Summary:Â Anon Req: Idk if youâre taking requests and itâs okay if you arenât but I was rereading Feysand bonus chapter and it mentions that Feyreâs libido was heightened due to pregnancy and really wanted a fic where we see that with Az and reader bc I LOVE LOVE your daddy!Az fics and it would be funny seeing Az being a dad but also finding time to pleasure his pregnant mate due to hormones that manâs schedule would be jammed pack hahaha
Warnings: Smut, reader is pregnant, light breeding kink.
Word Count: 2061
Notes: This req is literally from a year ago today đł now that's some sort of fate (or mad laziness lol) Also, it's been a hot minute since I've written some smut hopefully it's good.
Bat Babies ages in this fic: Wren, Nyx, Gid 8, Baz 6, Zuzu 3, Jax 2, Knox and Malos in the womb.
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âWren,â you sigh exasperatedly at your eight year old, âPlease go play with your siblings. Mommy just needs a few minutes to herself.âÂ
Itâs hard to keep your tone cool and level while your core is burning, dripping for the mate whoâs stepped into the shadows whilst you bargain with your son. The both of you had snuck off for a few quick kisses that turned into something more, and itâs the first time youâve had any time to yourselves in weeks. You donât know if itâs being pregnant with two babies this time around making every single one of your senses heightened, but you donât recall being this horny for your mate during your first four pregnancies.
Oh, you were insatiable, sweetheart, your mate purrs in your mind. You can feel the smugness radiating off of him not only from the bond tethering you, but from where he stands, five feet away and shrouded in darkness. And I loved every moment of it. You did too, of course.
You shut your eyes for a long second so your oldest son doesnât catch you rolling them. I would love for you to remind me of just how much I loved it, mate, you send back, letting your frustrated desperation cling to your words, if we can ever seem to find the time.
Last week, Zuzu refused to go to Feyreâs painting class even though all of the other cousins were going in for a private session the High Lady had set up specifically so that you and your mate could spend the night alone together. She spent the entire time latched to Azrielâs leg and crying her little eyes out until the both of you gave in and let your daughter stay home. Your only saving grace that night was getting to lounge on the couch with a good bookâthat really only made you hornier for your mateâwhilst Azriel and Zuzu baked cookies in the kitchen and hand delivered them to you with a large glass of milk.
A few days ago, it was Baz who had trouble sleeping and came pounding at your door while your mate was three fingers deep into your sopping cunt. The both of you had hastily gotten dressed, grumbling the entire time you did so, and let your second oldest son into the room. Azriel swiftly avoided Bazâs questioning about why your door had been locked in the first place, and the both of you watched him crawl up onto your bed and settle in the center of the tangled sheets, looking at the both of you expectantly. Baz talked your ears off all night long.Â
And it was only last night when Jax who couldnât be consoled when he couldnât find his stuffed Suriel for bedtime. Azriel spent an hour scouring your house for the toy while you held Jax close, trying to keep your own emotions calm and serene instead of the frustration you wanted to give into, lest your son pick up on them and dampen his mood further. Even with his keen spymaster abilities and the shadows heâd released to help the cause, Azriel came up empty.
With four young children and twins on the way, it seemed as though they always knew the perfect time to interrupt you and your mate every time you tried to get close to each other.Â
Wren frowns, his head falling back on his shoulders as he stares up at you with those hazel eyes that are a gift from his father. Theyâre pleading, and he really wants to have that sleepover with Gideon and Nyx, but youâve never been a sucker for those pleading looks. If Wren thinks that huffing and puffing and making sad faces is going to change your mind, he came to the wrong parent.
Especially since heâs interrupted your fun as well.
You tap your foot, waiting your son out. He stares, and you stare back. You even cross your arms over your chest, resting them over the swollenness of your stomach, nearly two-thirds of the way through your pregnancy.
Your body goes taut at the feeling that Azriel lets zip down the bond. Itâs one of complete arousal, his obsession with you when you make that stern face.Â
It takes all of your willpower not to shift on your feet with the rush of wetness that accompanies the feeling of heat rushing through your veins. Not to clench your thighs together or glance over to where your mate stands, probably staring at you with his hazel eyes, filled with need.
Not that youâd be able to see him in the darkness anyway.
Wrenâs pleading draws your attention away from your desires and back to the matter at hand.
âPlease, mom!â
Clearing your throat so that it doesnât falter when you speak, you answer. âYou may have a sleepover with Nyx and Gideon tomorrow night if you're a good boy tonight. And that means playing with your siblings for a few minutes until I come to take Jax and Zuz for their baths.â
Youâre pretty sure you lost your eldest son when you agreed to the sleepover, and you nearly stumble when he throws himself at you, hugging you tight.Â
âThank you, thank you, thank you!â Wren screeches with excitement, and your heart grows when he places a fleeting kiss to your stomach and bolts from the room. You can hear him tearing down the halls to where Baz is loudly making the toys in the living room speak.Â
âSweetheart, are you crying?â Azrielâs voice startles you. No longer is he hiding in the shadows, but at your side, swiping a calloused thumb across your cheek, swiping away the wetness.
âHeâs just so sweet,â you gush, leaning into your mateâs arms. You press your ear to his chest, listening to the steady and strong thumping of his heart. You love this man and everything that youâve built together. Through all of the missions and worrying, to building a home and family together, you truly are grateful for the life that you live.
âYou know what else is sweet?â Azriel says, his suggestive whisper caressing the shell of your ear. It causes you to shiver, fingers curling into his shirt as he pulls you closer, lifting you easily into his arms.
âWhat?â you answer breathlessly, already losing yourself to your mateâs touch again. Namely, his thick cock brushing against your cunt with each step closer to the desk in the office he takes.
You donât even have to worry about the kids right now. You can fall into the bliss youâve been so desperately trying to find for the past week, because you noted how Azrielâs shadows trailed your son from the room, at least one always with every child at all times of the day.
âYou.â His lips slant over yours, his tongue parting your lips with ease. You meet him halfway, licking, tasting your way as his hands hike up the skirts of your dress and pull your panties to the side as soon as your ass hits the edge of the wooden desk. âTell me what you need, mate.â
There isnât time for foreplay, for teasing nips of teeth against your hardened nipples. Theyâre rubbing against the fabric of your dress just fine. No time for orgasms by his hands, his tongue. Youâd hardly be able to enjoy the view of Azriel on his knees for you with the size of your bump.
âYour cock,â you whimper, trying desperately to keep your voice low.
You shudder against the fingers he drags across your cunt, swiping through your slick. Youâre ready, more than. You need him right this instant.
Azriel swallows the plea youâre about to release, enjoying the way you tug on his hair as a way to reprimand him. It has him grinning into the kiss, his fingers quickly fumbling with his belt because heâs just as desperate as you are, having not nearly been near youâor in youâenough in the past few weeks.Â
Your pesky children are always interrupting.
âYour wish is my command,â he answers easily, and your back arches as he rubs the head of his cock across your sopping heat.
Azriel almost snarls with pleasure at the sight of your bump pressing sky-high. He leans in closer, loving the feeling of the three of you close. Youâre so fucking beautiful, and thereâs something special about how you look swollen with his child, something the both of you made.
Heâs seen it four times over by now, and it never gets fucking old. Heâll keep you good and pregnant until you tell him you donât want any more children.
And he loves the way you writhe against him, hook your legs around his waist, trying to force him closer, your cunt greedily trying to suck his cock deep into your womb. Loves the way your nails pinch into his shoulders, the way your teeth latch onto his lip to keep quiet when he pushes into you in one fell swoop.Â
Thereâs a burst of blood on his tongue but Azriel loves it, quickly pulling out and pressing back in so that youâll bite him again. When you come down from your high, youâll apologize profusely, but he doesnât care, likes a bit of pain with his pleasure.Â
Heâll revel in the redness of your cheeks when your children ask him what happened to him later, though.
âAzriel,â you cry, clutching onto your mate for dear life. You love the feeling of his thick cock stretching you, the gushing between your legs when he so easily finds that spot that has you cumming within seconds like some whore. He knows that you need this release, that the both of you need to be quick and quiet with your fucking. Your children can only be occupied for so long.
âIâll make sure Cassian or Rhys can take the children tomorrow,â Azriel promises against your mouth, smothering the sounds you make for him. Heâs just as desperate to hear you scream, the reminder of it has heat pooling in his core, his pace quickening. âThen, you can scream as loud as you want, mate, all night long.â
A second orgasm washes over you like a wave. Azriel didnât even have to stick his hands between the both of you, but he is now, wanting one more before he releases himself. Itâs brewing quickly, and he circles his fingers over your clit, skilled and an expert at everything that has to do with you.
âYes, yes, yes!â You beg, hips rolling to meet his. Azriel groans into your neck, sucking harshly and laving his tongue over the hurt.
âIâm going to cum,â he pants harshly, straightening to his full height to look down at you in all of your sexed-out glory. The way you can barely keep yourself braced against the desk, the way your mouth is parted in that perfect shape that almost makes him want to pull out and stick his cock down your throat instead. The way that your eyes are rolled so far into the back of your head that you can see the bond connecting the both of you, completely overcome with desire.
You keen your agreement, words jumbled as he takes you to your peak again, the both of you shuddering with pleasure as your orgasms overcome you.Â
He rubs you through your pleasure, rocking his hips slowly as he empties himself deeply inside of you. If you werenât already pregnant, Azrielâs sure you would be now, with how much cum heâs pumping inside of you.
Your mate hugs you close, rubbing your back until you come down from your high.Â
You lean back, blinking up at him blearily, and it makes Azriel want to take you all over again.
âIs that a promise, mate?â You ask, referring to him making sure that all of your children will be away at their aunts and uncles tomorrow night, leaving the both of you to yourselves. Well, plus the two in your uterus.
Azriel hums, finally pulling out of you. You gasp at the loss but his fingers are there, stuffing the leaking cum back into your cunt. Youâre not sure your legs can support you right now, but they donât need to, because youâre already rearing for another round.Â
âItâs a promise, sweetheart.â
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His Shadow: Chp 3
masterlist part 1 part 2
Azriel, secretly juggling his responsibilities and personal life, maintains a hidden relationship with YN, who works at a pleasure house in the Hewn City. She was his light, his love, his passion. Yet being his darkest secret is a hard role because life in the Hewn as a young female isn't the easiest as the two of you hold an even dark secret yet to be told...
Pairing: Azriel x reader
This series contains mature themes: Explicit depictions of violence, including physical and emotional. Themes of secrecy. Descriptions of difficult relationships, including strained familial and romantic dynamics. Mature sexual content. Themes of power, control, and manipulation within complex interpersonal relationships. Discussions of parenthood and the challenges associated with it, including postpartum experiences.
The first rays of dawn had barely brushed the horizon when Azriel slipped out of bed, careful not to wake YN or Knox. The apartment was still cloaked in the quiet calm of early morning, and Azriel took a moment to watch them both, his heart swelling with a fierce, protective love. YN was curled up under the blankets, her breathing soft and even, while Knox lay peacefully in his bassinet, his tiny fists curled beside his face.
Azriel felt a pang of guilt as he prepared to leave them behind, but he knew it was necessary. The inner circle had already been questioning his absences, his lateness, and as much as he wanted to stay, he had to keep up appearances. No one could know about Knox or YN. Not yet. It was too dangerousâtoo many uncertainties that he couldnât risk.
He dressed quietly, pulling on his usual dark leathers, his hands moving with practiced efficiency. Before he left, he leaned down to press a soft kiss to YNâs forehead, then one to Knoxâs tiny brow. âIâll be back soon,â he whispered, though neither of them stirred.
With a final, lingering glance, he slipped out of the apartment and took to the skies, his wings carrying him swiftly toward the townhouse. The cold morning air helped clear the last remnants of sleep from his mind, and he felt more refreshed than he had in days, thanks to the night of rest YN had insisted he take. For once, he wasnât late, and it felt like a small victory.
As he landed gracefully in the courtyard of the townhouse, Azriel was immediately greeted by the sound of laughterâhigh-pitched and full of mischief. He barely had time to fold his wings before a blur of movement came barrelling toward him.
âUncle Az!â
Azriel braced himself just in time as his nine-year-old nephew, Nyx, tackled him, wrapping his small arms around Azrielâs waist with surprising strength for his age. Not a moment later, another figure joined the frayâAgnar, the seven-year-old son of Cassian and Nesta, who was no less enthusiastic in his greeting.
âGotcha!â Agnar declared, his eyes bright with triumph as he latched onto Azrielâs leg.
Azriel couldnât help the smile that spread across his face as he looked down at the two boys, their faces beaming up at him. âLooks like you two have been practicing your sneak attacks,â he said, his voice filled with affection as he ruffled Nyxâs hair.
Nyx grinned up at him, his violet eyesâthe same as his fatherâsâglinting with pride. âWeâve been waiting for you! Mom said you might be late again, but youâre on time!â
Agnar nodded vigorously, his dark hair a wild mess that mirrored Cassianâs own unruly locks. âYeah! Dad said he was gonna make you run laps if you were late!â
Azriel chuckled, though he could easily imagine Cassian issuing such a threat. He knelt down to their level, pulling them both into a tight hug. âWell, Iâm here now. And it looks like you two have gotten stronger since the last time I saw you.â
The boys beamed at the praise, and Nyx puffed out his chest with pride. âDaddyâs been training us! He says weâll be warriors one day, just like you and Uncle Cassian.â
Azrielâs heart warmed at the thought, though it was tinged with the bittersweet realization that Knox, too, might one day want to follow in their footsteps. But that was a future he wasnât ready to think about just yet.
As the boys finally released him, their excitement still palpable, Azriel straightened up, his eyes scanning the courtyard. The rest of the inner circle was gathered near the entrance to the townhouse, watching the scene with smiles and knowing looks.
Rhysand stood with his arms crossed, a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips as he observed his sonâs interaction with Azriel. Feyre was beside him, her eyes soft with affection as she watched Nyx practically bounce around Azrielâs feet. Cassian and Nesta were also there, Cassianâs arm slung casually around Nestaâs shoulders, though there was a distinct glint of amusement in his hazel eyes.
âWell, well,â Cassian called out as Azriel approached, Nyx and Agnar still clinging to him like shadows. âLook who finally decided to show up on time. I was starting to think youâd forgotten what the sun looked like.â
Azriel rolled his eyes but couldnât suppress the small smile that tugged at his lips. âI didnât want to give you the satisfaction of making me run laps,â he shot back, his tone light.
Cassian barked out a laugh, clapping Azriel on the back as he joined the group. âSmart move, Shadowsinger. Iâm not sure Nyx and Agnar wouldâve let you get away without a proper wrestling match, though.â
âUncle Azriel could win!â Nyx piped up, looking up at Cassian with a determined expression. âHeâs the best fighter!â
Cassian grinned down at his nephew, his hazel eyes sparkling with pride. âHe sure is, kiddo. But even the best need their rest.â
Nesta, who had been watching the exchange with a slight smile, narrowed her eyes playfully at Azriel. âYou do look like you finally got some sleep,â she observed, though there was a hint of a question in her voice. âItâs about time.â
Azriel shrugged, keeping his expression neutral. âHad a quiet night for once,â he replied smoothly, though the truth of where he had spent his nightâwho he had spent it withâremained locked away behind his usual stoic demeanour.
Rhysand, ever the observant one, raised an eyebrow, though he didnât press further. Instead, he glanced at Cassian with a smirk. âLooks like we might not need to stage that intervention after all.â
Feyre elbowed him lightly, her own smile softening as she looked at Azriel. âWe were starting to worry, you know,â she said gently. âBut Iâm glad youâre here. On time, no less.â
Azriel nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for the concern he had caused, though he masked it well. âIâm here,â he said, his voice steady. âAnd Iâm ready to work.â
As the group turned to head inside, Nyx and Agnar finally released their grips on Azriel, though they remained close by, chattering excitedly about their latest training sessions. Azriel listened with half an ear, his mind already shifting to the tasks ahead, though part of him remained anchored to the quiet apartment he had left behind.
No one knew about Knox. No one knew about YN. And as much as it pained him to keep that part of his life a secret, he knew it was necessary. The inner circle might have noticed that he looked better, more rested, but they didnâtâcouldnâtâknow the real reason why.
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The streets of the Hewn City were as dark and foreboding as ever, their twisted architecture casting long, jagged shadows across the cobblestones. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and the faint, acrid tang of smoke from the forges deep within the cityâs belly.
YN walked with purposeful steps, her heart heavy as she navigated the maze of narrow alleys and crowded marketplaces. The cityâs bustling energy had always made her uneasy, but today it felt especially suffocating.
Knox lay nestled in his buggy, a small, sturdy contraption that allowed YN to keep him close while still moving through the crowded streets. The buggy's wheels bumped over uneven cobblestones, but Knox remained calm, his tiny form swaddled in a soft blanket, his dark eyes peeking out as he watched the world pass by. YN glanced down at him every few moments, reassured by the sight of his peaceful expression.
But despite the calm her son exuded, YN couldnât shake the discomfort gnawing at her. The Hewn City wasnât a place she ever wanted to bring her child, but she had little choice. She needed new clothes for work, and as much as she loathed the task, it was unavoidable.
Passing by gaudy displays of shops filled with shimmering silks, lace, and jewels, YN felt a pang of discomfort. The garments on display were designed to entice and seduce, and she knew all too well their purpose. They were a far cry from the simple, comfortable clothing she preferredâclothing that allowed her to disappear into the background, unnoticed and unbothered. But here, in the heart of the Hewn City, blending in meant conforming to the expectations of the lords and ladies who ruled this shadowed realm.
As she approached one of the more discreet boutiques, the door creaked ominously behind her, announcing her arrival. The shopkeeper, a tall, willowy female with sharp features and a calculating gaze, glanced up from her counter. Her eyes flicked over YN with a cold, assessing look before they landed on Knox in the buggy. A flicker of disdain passed over the shopkeeperâs face before she smoothed it away, her expression becoming a mask of polite indifference.
âMay I help you?â the shopkeeper asked, her tone clipped, though she kept her voice level.
YN lifted her chin, refusing to be cowed by the womanâs unspoken disapproval. âI need a few outfits,â she said, her voice calm but firm. âSomething for tonight, and for the rest of the week.â
The shopkeeperâs eyes lingered on Knox for a moment longer, her gaze sharp with barely concealed judgment, before she nodded and gestured for YN to follow. YN pushed the buggy forward, the wheels rolling quietly over the polished stone floor as she trailed behind the woman to the back of the shop where the more provocative garments were kept.
Each piece on display was a reminder of the life YN had chosenâor rather, the life she had been forced into by circumstance. A life where her worth was measured not by her skills or her kindness, but by how well she could please those who held power over her. It was a bitter reality, one she had long since learned to endure, but it stung all the more now that Knox was in her life.
As the shopkeeper began to pull out various garmentsâdelicate lace, rich velvets, and silks that shimmered like liquid nightâYN forced herself to focus. She needed to choose quickly, to get this over with and return to the relative safety of her motherâs home. But as she sorted through the options, the weight of the stares from other patrons in the shop bore down on her.
They whispered behind their hands, their gazes flitting between her and Knox with thinly veiled judgment. To them, she was a curiosityâa young female, barely 137 years old, already burdened with a child and working in one of the most notorious pleasure houses in the Hewn City. They probably thought she had wasted her youth, thrown away her beauty for a life of servitude.
But YN had stopped caring about their judgment a long time ago. She had learned to build walls around her heart, to shut out the whispers and the stares. They didnât know her, didnât know the reasons behind her choices or the sacrifices she had made. They saw only what they wanted to seeâa pretty face, a young mother struggling in a harsh worldâand they passed their silent verdicts accordingly.
Knox let out a soft coo, and YN instinctively reached down to brush a finger against his cheek, soothing him with a gentle touch. She made her selections quicklyâthree outfits that would suffice for the next week, each one designed to catch the eye and hold it. The shopkeeper wrapped them in crisp black paper and handed them over with a tight smile that didnât reach her eyes.
âThank you,â YN murmured as she paid, her tone polite but detached. She wanted nothing more than to leave this place, to escape the oppressive atmosphere that clung to every surface.
With the bundle of clothing tucked under one arm and Knox safely secured in his buggy, YN stepped back out onto the street. The air was thick and humid, a faint mist curling up from the damp stones underfoot. The stares followed her as she walked, the whispers fading into the background as she focused on her next destinationâher motherâs house.
Her mother lived in one of the quieter quarters of the Hewn City, a modest home nestled between two larger, more opulent residences. It wasnât much, but it was a refuge for YN and Knox, a place where she could leave her son without fear. Her mother had always been her anchor, the one person who had supported her through every trial, and YN knew that Knox was safe in her care.
The door creaked open as YN approached, her motherâs familiar face appearing in the dim light of the entryway. There was a warmth in her eyes as she took in the sight of YN and Knox, though there was also a shadow of concern that hadnât been there before.
âYou made it,â her mother said softly, stepping aside to let YN inside. She reached out to take Knox, her hands gentle as she lifted him from the buggy and cradled him against her chest. âHow is my little warrior today?â
YN managed a small smile as she watched her mother coo over Knox, the tension in her shoulders easing just a fraction. âHeâs doing well,â she replied, her voice softer now that she was in the safety of her motherâs home. âHeâs a little restless, but nothing too bad.â
Her mother nodded, her gaze lingering on YNâs face as if searching for signs of strain. âAnd you? How are you holding up?â
YN hesitated, the weight of the day pressing down on her. She didnât want to burden her mother with her worries, but the concern in her eyes was too much to ignore. âIâm managing,â she said, though it was clear that it took effort to keep her voice steady. âItâs just⌠hard, sometimes.â
Her mother sighed, the sound filled with a deep understanding that only years of experience could bring. âYou donât have to do this alone, you know,â she said gently. âIâm here for you, and so is that boy of yours.â
At the mention of him, YNâs heart twisted with a mixture of longing and guilt. She knew Azriel would do anything for her and Knox, but the secrets they kept weighed heavily on her soul. She had chosen this life, and she would bear the consequences, but sometimes she wished things could be differentâwished that she could walk through the streets without fear, without the burden of judgment and expectation.
But those were just wishes, fleeting and impossible. What mattered now was Knox, and keeping him safe. As long as she could do that, she would endure anything.
âThank you,â YN said softly, her eyes meeting her motherâs with gratitude. âFor everything.â
Her mother smiled, though it was tinged with a sadness that mirrored YNâs own. âYouâre stronger than you know, my darling,â she whispered, pressing a kiss to Knoxâs brow before turning back to YN. âNow, go get some rest before your shift tonight. Iâll take care of him.â
YN nodded, her heart heavy with love and sorrow as she watched her mother carry Knox into the cozy living room, the firelight casting a warm glow over them both. Knox settled quickly in her arms, his tiny face relaxed and content.
It was a bittersweet sight, one that filled YN with both relief and an aching sense of loss. She didnât want to leave him, didnât want to spend another night in the pleasure house, but she had no choice. This was the life she had to lead, the sacrifices she had to make.
With one last lingering glance, YN turned and headed upstairs to the small bedroom that had once been hers. The bed was simple, the blankets neatly folded at the foot, but it was enough. She would rest, gather her strength, and then face the night ahead.
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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the city of Velaris. It was a beautiful evening, the kind that often filled Azriel with a rare sense of peace. But tonight, as he made his way to the River House for a meeting with Rhysand and Cassian, a heavy weight pressed on his chest. He hadnât seen YN since the night before, and the lingering exhaustion from sleepless nights with Knox gnawed at him. The secrecy, the distanceâit was all starting to take its toll.
Azriel landed softly on the balcony of Rhysandâs office, his wings folding neatly behind him as he stepped inside. The familiar scent of leather-bound books and parchment greeted him, along with the rich, heady aroma of Rhysandâs preferred tea. Cassian was already there, leaning casually against the edge of Rhysâs desk, a half-empty glass of whiskey in hand. Rhysand sat behind his desk, his violet eyes sharp and assessing as they met Azrielâs.
âAz,â Rhys greeted, a hint of warmth in his voice. âGlad you could finally join us.â
Azriel gave a curt nod, ignoring the playful jab about his tardiness. âSorry Iâm late. Got caught up with some⌠business.â
Cassian raised an eyebrow but said nothing, his gaze lingering on Azriel for a moment before he shrugged and took another sip of his drink. âNo worries. We were just getting started.â
Azriel took a seat in one of the plush chairs by the fireplace, trying to push aside his exhaustion and focus on the discussion at hand. Rhysand began outlining the latest updates on trade routes, security measures, and potential threats from the borders. Azriel listened intently, his mind absorbing the details as he always did, but there was a part of him that remained distracted.
He couldnât stop thinking about YN. The way she had looked last night, trying to soothe Knox while surrounded by the evidence of her return to work, haunted him. He hated that she had to go back to that place so soon after giving birth, hated that he couldnât do more to ease her burden. But the reality of their situation left him with few choices. The secrecy of their relationship was paramountânot just for her safety, but for Knoxâs as well.
As the conversation in Rhysandâs office shifted to more mundane matters, Azrielâs mind began to drift. He thought of YNâs smile, of the way her eyes lit up whenever she looked at their son. He thought of the nights they spent together, hidden away from the world, and how desperately he missed those moments of peace.
ââŚwe could use a night out,â Rhysand said suddenly, his voice pulling Azriel back to the present. âItâs been too long since weâve all just⌠relaxed. Had some fun. What do you say?â
Cassian grinned, a wicked gleam in his eyes. âIâm in. Thereâs not much to do around here after dark, though. Any ideas?â
Rhysand leaned back in his chair, his gaze sliding over to Azriel, who had remained uncharacteristically quiet. âAz? Youâve got that brooding look on your face. Any suggestions?â
Azriel hesitated for a fraction of a second, his mind racing. He knew exactly where he wanted to goâwhere he needed to goâbut the thought of bringing Rhysand and Cassian there, of risking them seeing YN, made his heart pound with anxiety. But he also knew that if he didnât see her tonight, it would eat at him. He needed to make sure she was all right, needed to remind her that he was there for her, even if it had to be in secret.
âThereâs a place in the Hewn City,â Azriel said slowly, his voice carefully measured. âItâs not exactly like the taverns here in Velaris, but itâs⌠interesting. Plenty of drinks, good music. A little different from what weâre used to.â
Rhysandâs eyebrows shot up in surprise. âThe Hewn City? Youâre serious?â
Azriel nodded, his expression unreadable. âWhy not? Itâs been a while since weâve been down there, and it could be⌠fun.â
Cassian let out a low whistle. âNever thought Iâd hear you suggest a night out in the Hewn City. But Iâm not opposed to it. We could use a change of scenery.â
Rhysand studied Azriel for a moment, his violet eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to discern the reason behind the sudden suggestion. But Azrielâs face remained impassive, his shadows swirling lazily around him in a way that offered no clues.
âAlright,â Rhysand finally said, a slow smile spreading across his face. âLetâs do it. A night in the Hewn City it is. Maybe weâll stir up some trouble.â
Azrielâs heart thudded in his chest, a mixture of anticipation and dread swirling within him. He knew it was risky, knew that being in the same room as YN while hiding their relationship would be agonizing. But he needed to see her, even if it was from a distance.
As they wrapped up their meeting and prepared to leave, Azriel couldnât help but feel a knot of tension tightening in his gut. He had to be carefulâhad to make sure that neither Rhysand nor Cassian caught on to the true reason behind his suggestion. The thought of them finding out about YN and Knox, of the potential danger it could bring, was enough to make his blood run cold.
But for tonight, he would have to play his part. He would go to the Hewn City with his brothers, keep up the façade, and somehow find a way to check on YN without raising suspicion. It was a delicate balancing act, one that left him feeling more on edge than ever.
The Hewn City had never looked so alien and yet so oddly comforting. The architecture, with its dark, angular lines and oppressive shadows, felt both oppressive and familiar. Azriel led the way as he, Rhysand, and Cassian navigated through the labyrinthine streets, the trio cutting through the evening fog that clung to the air like a shroud.
The pleasure house, with its lavish façade and inviting yet illicit allure, stood in stark contrast to the grimy alleyways surrounding it. It was a place of excess and secrets, and Azriel was acutely aware of the mask he had to wear tonight. He was here to keep up appearances, to ensure that his personal life remained hidden while still satisfying his need to see YN.
As they entered the pleasure house, the atmosphere was immediately differentâlouder, more vibrant. The interior was opulent, with rich fabrics draped across the walls, low lighting casting a sultry glow, and the murmurs of patrons mingling with the strains of live music. Azrielâs heart quickened as he scanned the room, searching for a glimpse of YN.
Rhysand and Cassian were distracted by the surroundings, their eyes taking in the provocative displays and the carefully orchestrated sensuality of the environment. Azriel, however, remained focused, his gaze fixed on the server who moved gracefully through the room. It took a moment for him to catch sight of her, but when he did, his breath caught in his throat.
YN was dressed in the attire of the pleasure houseâan outfit that accentuated her features while still remaining tantalizingly understated. The black satin cowl neck crop top, dark navy jewel-encrusted pants, and black heel sock boots all combined to create an appearance that was both alluring and vulnerable. She was carrying a tray of drinks, her movements fluid and practiced, her eyes scanning the room with a practiced detachment.
Azrielâs pulse quickened as he approached her, forcing himself to remain calm. He was here on official business, after all. The act he would need to maintain was a delicate one. Rhysand and Cassian followed closely behind, their curiosity piqued by the unusual location.
When YN finally approached their booth, her gaze flicked briefly over Azriel before she began her routine of serving the drinks. It was only when she neared their table that her eyes finally locked with his. Her expression didnât change immediately; it remained a practiced mask of professionalism. But there was a brief, flickering moment of recognition that passed between themâa silent exchange of emotions that spoke volumes in an instant.
âGood evening,â YN said, her voice smooth and polite as she set down the drinks. âCan I get you anything else?â
Azriel cleared his throat, forcing himself into the role he had chosen. âThis is YN,â he said, gesturing to her with a casual air. âWhen Iâm here for business, she usually serves me.â
Rhysand raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. âWell, itâs certainly a different experience than what weâre used to. Do you have any recommendations, YN?â
YN offered a polite smile, her eyes never lingering too long on Azriel. âIt depends on what youâre in the mood for. The house special is always a good choice. Itâs popular for a reason.â
Cassian leaned back in his seat, his gaze wandering over the surroundings. âSounds intriguing. I think weâll take you up on that.â
As YN moved away to fulfill their order, Azriel watched her closely, noting how effortlessly she slipped back into her role. The act she was playing was flawlessâshe was all business, her demeanour cool and detached, just as it needed to be. But he could see the strain in her eyes, the subtle tension in her posture. It was a reminder of the sacrifices they both had to make to keep their relationship hidden.
When she returned with the drinks, Azriel allowed himself a moment of indulgence. âSo, YN,â he said, turning his attention back to her. âI havenât seen you around much lately. Where have you been?â
YNâs smile didnât waver as she set the drinks on the table. âIâve been here, just covering different shifts. We all rotate through different times, so you might have missed me.â
Azriel nodded, maintaining the pretence of casual curiosity. âAh, I see. Well, itâs good to see you again.â
YN inclined her head slightly, her gaze flicking over to him with a fleeting softness before she turned her attention back to Rhysand and Cassian. âIs there anything else I can get you?â
Rhysand shook his head, his attention momentarily diverted by the lively atmosphere around them. âNo, weâre good for now, thanks.â
As YN moved away to attend to other patrons, Azriel felt a pang of longing. The way she carried herself, the way she interacted with him while keeping her professional mask firmly in placeâit was a testament to the life they had to lead. It was a life of secrecy and sacrifice, one that left him both aching for her and filled with a deep, unspoken pride.
The evening wore on, and the pleasure house buzzed with activity. The soft music mingled with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses, creating a lively, almost intoxicating atmosphere. Azriel, Rhysand, and Cassian continued their evening, each conversation and interaction designed to blend in seamlessly with the environment. But as the night progressed, Azriel found himself increasingly distracted by YNâs presence.
He had noticed her earlier, her graceful movements now tinged with a weariness that seemed to grow with each passing hour. She was doing her best to maintain her professional demeanour, but the exhaustion was evident in the slight droop of her shoulders and the faint shadow beneath her eyes.
Azriel felt a pang of sympathy as he watched her from across the room. The sight of her working so hard, so tirelessly, while still trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy, tugged at his heart. He needed to see her up close, to make sure she was alright.
When YNâs shift brought her back to their booth, Azriel decided it was time to act. He raised a hand, catching her attention with a nod. âYN, can you come over here for a moment?â
YN approached their table, her steps steady but her fatigue evident. She offered a polite smile as she reached their booth. âYes? Is there something you need?â
Azrielâs eyes softened with genuine concern as he looked at her. âI just wanted to check in. You seem a bit tired. Howâs the shift been?â
YN glanced around, making sure there were no eavesdroppers. She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. âItâs been⌠eventful. You wouldnât believe the drama tonight.â
Rhysand and Cassian exchanged curious glances, their attention piqued by the conversation. Azrielâs lips curled into a teasing smile. âOh? Do tell. Iâm sure we could use some entertainment.â
YN sighed, her expression lightening slightly as she began to recount the dayâs events. âWell, apparently thereâs been a bit of a scandal with the staff. Some of the girls got caught up with this new money group in the areaâsupposedly theyâre making quite a stir. Itâs causing quite a bit of gossip.â
Cassian raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. âA money group? Sounds like thereâs more to it than just a bit of gossip.â
YN nodded, her smile a mix of amusement and frustration. âOh, there is. Theyâre making a lot of waves, and not in a good way. The staffâs been buzzing about it all week, and itâs starting to affect our business.â
Azriel chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and affection. âIt sounds like youâve had your hands full. Maybe you need a break.â
YNâs smile widened, but there was a hint of exhaustion still lingering in her eyes. âMaybe. But we all have to pull our weight, right?â
Rhysand and Cassian watched the exchange with growing interest. The playful banter between Azriel and YN was evident, and it was clear that there was more to their relationship than met the eye. Rhysandâs gaze flicked between them, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully, while Cassianâs curiosity was piqued.
Azriel continued, his tone softening. âHow have you been otherwise? Itâs been a while since I last saw you.â
YN hesitated for a moment before responding, her voice steady but her eyes betraying a hint of sadness. âI was actually on maternity leave. Just came back tonight. My babe is only two weeks old, so itâs been a bit hectic.â
Azrielâs heart ached at the mention of their son. He wanted to reach out, to comfort her, but he knew he had to keep up the pretence. âIâm sure itâs been a challenge. Howâs everything at home?â
YNâs smile was faint but genuine. âItâs manageable. Iâve been living with my boyfriend, and heâs been helping out a lot. Itâs just a lot to juggle right now.â
Rhysandâs curiosity was piqued by the mention of YNâs boyfriend, but he remained polite, offering a nod. âIt sounds like you have your hands full. But Iâm glad youâre back and that youâre managing.â
Cassian leaned forward, his eyes narrowing with playful suspicion. âSo, youâre telling me youâve got a little one and a boyfriend? And you still manage to look this good?â
YNâs cheeks flushed slightly, though she kept her composure. âWell, itâs not always easy, but you make do. Besides, a bit of distraction can be helpful.â
Azriel watched her, a mix of pride and longing in his eyes. The way she handled the conversation, the ease with which she maintained the façadeâit was both impressive and heart-wrenching. He wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms, to offer her the comfort and support she needed, but the world they lived in demanded otherwise.
As YN prepared to move on to her next table, Azriel reached out, lightly touching her hand. âTake care of yourself, okay? Weâll catch up soon.â
YNâs eyes softened, a brief flicker of something deeper passing between them before she nodded. âI will. Thank you.â
As YN moved away, Azriel forced himself to turn his attention back to Rhysand and Cassian. The playful banter and the hidden exchanges with YN had left him feeling both elated and frustrated. He had managed to keep their relationship under wraps, but the curiosity of his friends was a persistent challenge.
Rhysand, leaning back in his chair with a thoughtful expression, broke the silence. âSo, Az. How long have you been gathering information from this place? It seems like youâve got a regular routine going here.â
Cassian nodded, his gaze sharp and inquisitive. âYeah, you mentioned that YN usually serves you when youâre here. Is this part of your regular intel-gathering operations, or is there something specific that brought you here tonight?â
Azriel took a sip of his drink, buying himself a moment to carefully construct his response. He had to maintain the guise of a casual informant while keeping the true nature of his visits hidden.
âItâs been a while,â Azriel said, his tone nonchalant. âIâve been coming here for a few months now, usually just to pick up some intelligence on local movements and activities. The Hewn City is a hub for a lot of different groups, and you never know what you might overhear.â
Rhysand raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. âReally? I didnât realize it was such a hotspot for information. And youâve been coming here regularly for several months?â
Azriel nodded, his expression remaining carefully neutral. âYes, itâs been useful. There are always different factions and rumours circulating in places like this. Itâs a good spot for gathering intel on various interests and keeping tabs on potential threats.â
Cassianâs gaze lingered on Azriel, a hint of scepticism in his eyes. âThatâs quite the commitment. I would have thought it was more of a hit-and-miss kind of situation.â
Azriel offered a small, practiced smile. âItâs more about building relationships and understanding the dynamics at play. Sometimes you need to spend time in a place to get a real sense of whatâs happening.â
Rhysand chuckled softly, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and curiosity. âWell, I suppose it makes sense. Youâve always had a knack for finding out the details others might miss.â
Cassianâs eyes narrowed thoughtfully. âAnd youâve never had any issues with your cover? It seems like youâve managed to keep a low profile.â
Azriel shrugged, his demeanour relaxed. âIt helps to blend in. As long as you know how to keep your ears open and your presence unobtrusive, you can gather quite a bit of information without drawing too much attention.â
Rhysand leaned forward, his gaze steady as he studied Azriel. âYou seem quite at ease with the process. But I have to askâwhy this place in particular? Is there something specific youâre looking for?â
Azriel took another sip of his drink, choosing his words with care. âSometimes the most valuable information comes from the most unexpected sources. The Hewn City is a melting pot of various interests and players. Itâs a good place to keep an eye on things.â
Rhysand and Cassian exchanged a glance, their curiosity clearly still piqued. But Azrielâs calm demeanour and plausible explanations seemed to satisfy their immediate questions. They turned their attention back to the lively environment around them, their focus shifting to the various aspects of the pleasure houseâs offerings.
The music had softened to a gentle background hum, and the once bustling crowd had thinned to a few lingering patrons. Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel remained seated in their booth, enjoying the last of their drinks while keeping an eye on the winding down process.
Azrielâs gaze frequently drifted to YN, who was busy tidying up the tables and ensuring that everything was in order for the next day. The exhaustion from her shift was evident in her movements, but she continued with a practiced efficiency. Her tiredness was a stark contrast to the vibrant energy she had shown earlier in the evening.
Harvey, the flamboyant bartender who had become something of a fixture in the pleasure house, was the last to join YN in the clean-up effort. His presence was unmistakableâhis bright, eclectic attire and his easy-going demeanour made him stand out in any crowd. As he wiped down the bar, he exchanged light-hearted banter with YN, their camaraderie apparent in their interactions.
Azriel, Rhysand, and Cassian finished their drinks and prepared to leave. The pleasure house was quieter now, the ambiance shifting from its earlier, more chaotic energy to a more subdued and intimate setting. The staff moved with practiced ease, their movements synchronized as they prepared to close for the night.
As the trio of males rose from their seats, Azriel cast a final glance towards YN and Harvey. The two of them were engaged in a conversation that seemed both relaxed and comforting, a brief respite from the demands of the night. Harveyâs animated gestures and YNâs soft laughter created a small bubble of warmth amidst the fading chaos.
âLooks like YN and Harvey are the last ones here,â Rhysand remarked, his eyes following Azrielâs gaze. âTheyâre certainly putting in the extra effort.â
Cassian grinned, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. âIâm surprised theyâre still at it. They must be exhausted.â
Azriel nodded, a hint of concern in his eyes. âYeah, theyâve had a long night. Iâll make sure theyâre all right before we leave.â
As Rhysand and Cassian made their way towards the exit, Azriel lingered for a moment, watching YN and Harvey as they finished up. He walked over to where they were working, his presence catching YNâs attention.
âYN,â Azriel called softly, making his way over to the bar area. âHarvey.â
YN looked up, her expression shifting to a tired but genuine smile. âAzriel. I didnât realize you were still here.â
Azriel nodded, glancing around the almost empty room. âI thought Iâd check in before we head out. You both look like youâre working hard.â
Harvey, who had been busy restocking the bar, looked up with a mischievous grin. âWeâre just wrapping up. You know, keeping things in order for the next night of revelry.â
YN gave Harvey a playful nudge. âAnd Harveyâs making sure everything is sparkling clean. He has a bit of an obsession with the bar area.â
Harvey rolled his eyes theatrically, his smile never wavering. âSomeone has to keep this place from looking like a disaster zone.â
Azriel chuckled softly, his gaze settling back on YN. âI appreciate the hard work. I know itâs been a long night.â
YNâs smile softened, though the fatigue was evident in her eyes. âItâs all part of the job. And besides, Harveyâs great company.â
Harvey gave a theatrical bow, a playful glint in his eyes. âWhy, thank you, my dear. I do try to be entertaining.â
Azriel took a moment to watch their interaction, a mixture of affection and concern in his expression. He wanted to ensure that YN knew she had his support, even if it had to be expressed in subtle ways.
âDo you need any help finishing up?â Azriel offered, his tone genuine. âI donât mind staying a bit longer if it means making things easier.â
YN shook her head, though her smile was grateful. âNo need, Azriel. Weâve got it covered. But thank you.â
Harvey glanced at Azriel with a teasing smirk. âBesides, we wouldnât want to keep you from your glamorous night out. Iâm sure the high lord and lord of bloodshed are waiting.â
Azriel nodded, his expression reflecting a mix of reluctance and understanding. âAlright. Iâll leave you to it then.â
As Azriel turned to leave, he paused, offering one last glance at YN and Harvey. The sight of them working together, the easy camaraderie between them, was a reminder of the world YN inhabitedâa world that he could only access in fleeting moments.
âGoodnight, YN. Harvey,â Azriel said, his voice soft but sincere. âTake care.â
YN and Harvey both waved as Azriel headed towards the exit. The night had been a complex mix of professional duties and personal longing, and as he stepped out into the cool night air, he carried with him the weight of the secrets he had to keep and the brief, stolen moments of connection he had managed to share.
As he flew back to Velaris with Rhysand and Cassian, Azriel couldnât help but reflect on the eveningâs events. The pleasure house had provided both a necessary diversion and a poignant reminder of the delicate balance he had to maintain. The night was a testament to the complexities of his lifeâa life divided between duty and desire, between the public eye and the hidden realms of his heart.
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âYou Make Me Want to Live:â BG3â¨Astarion Anniversary fic
UA Astarion x f!Reader | E | 1.2 K
A gift for @nyx-knox ⨠my Spawn girlie sister
Summary: one year later, you return to the spot where you found your deceptive, handsome Vampire Rogue and commemorate in the way you love to do.
CW: Inspired by âI Want to Live,â unashamed use of lyrics, The Kneeâ˘ď¸, Romantic Missionary, L-bombs, creampie
The gush of damp air from the Chionthar River as it hits your face almost steals your breath.
You remember this place in vivid detail, those days burned in your memory for worse and for better. You look around to get your bearings, not that you can see much. The nightâs darkness is so thick on the Ravaged Beach as the teleportâs magic releases you.
A year. Itâs been one year since you woke on this shore, since the sands of this beach clung to your skin as you found your closest friends.
And your love.
Astarion takes your hand in his cold grip, squeezing you gently as he heads up the path. âI must say, itâs rather hard to find your way around now without the Nautiloid wreckage burning,â he giggles. âThis beach is rather nice without the stink of Illithid slime.â
A laugh in your throat, you just pull yourself hard against his wiry frame, your feet walking in sync to the exact same place.
The bluff where you found him, one year ago.
âRemember the way you pretended to be so fucking helpless?â you tease as you draw closer. âHello? Over here! I need help!â you mock in a whiny, high-pitched voice.
His laughter turns lower in his chest, fangs nipping at your earlobe with deadly precision even as he doesnât break stride. âI didnât know you well back then,â he muses, âYouâre just jealous I overwhelmed you enough to get a blade to your throat, darling.â
You laugh again, shoving his face in your palm as you make one final turn. âYouâre just lucky I didnât stake you that first night you came crawling to my bedroll to feed, dear.â
He smiles; even in the dark of night, his face seems to gleam with radiant happiness. His smirk twists higher as he sets down his pack and spreads out a blanket and sachets of provisions. Food for you to enjoy as you undoubtedly offer him your blood for his own hungers.
âI am lucky for many things,â he purrs, pulling you down to the blanket that heâs spread on that bluff where you met. âMost of all, Iâm lucky for you and your love, my darling.â
The starlight kisses his silver hair, the shadows in his crimson eyes draw you in until your lips work against the familiar pads of his. Your food sits forgotten, as you knew it would. There is so much more to feast on first. You force your eyes to stay open, catching glimpses of your reflection in his eyes, the brilliant night sky framing your beloved Vampire Spawn in ethereal shadow.
Shadows that are just as much a part of him as you are, he professes.
His lips trail their cool caress down your neck, and he lingers on your own set of scars from his constant year of feeding. The spot tingles as he runs the death-cold tip of his tongue over them. He teases your vein to the surface to feed. Fangs break your flesh. His bite still makes you shiver with its icy prick, and the feeling of his hands wandering to your skirts to lift them up distracts you just enough from that familiar edge of pain.
You canât pull his leathers down fast enough, your hunger of a different nature burning in your veins as he drinks from you. Lust coils in your belly, the hard planes of his core caging you in makes you salivate. And once you free his cool, rock hard cock from the band of his trousers, Astarion forgets all about the hunger in his belly too. Blood taints the pale curve of his chin and darkens his lips. His breath is death cold as he breathes in your scent, a kiss on your forehead. âYou, my darling, make me want to live,â he whispers, âto sample all that life in the shadows has to offer.â
You gasp, the feeling of his knee hooking yours still makes your belly pulse with need as he spreads you open. The slightest grind of his hips drags his cock along your seam, and suddenly the spots of light in the sky are not the only stars in your vision.
Tonight is nothing fancy, no formal celebration, no extravagant affair as he loves to attend. Tonight is just you and him under the cover of night, like that night a year ago on his grave. His first taste of freedom. Of having what he truly wants. All of it. All of you.
You taste the copper of your blood before you feel the chill of his kiss. âI want you, I want you to get me drunk on your blood, on your loveâŚâ He grinds his length against your clit, slow, sweet, measured strokes that make you lose control of your hips. âInvite me in,â he rasps. âMy only one, let me in.â
âYes,â the word leaves your lips the moment your hands find his cock, slotting it inside you as he thrusts home.
Waves of pleasure crash into you with every flawless undulation of his body. The roll of his hips overwhelms you, the wash of his cool breath in your ear deafens the rhythmic currents of the river nearby where they crash at the base of the bluff. Your arms ache from clinging around his neck, your thighs quiver as he pushes you higher and higher into your bliss. With every thrust, he hits that special spot in your walls, sending you careening towards orgasm at a blinding pace.
His arms wrap snug around your shoulders, hands press their cool touch to your back, comforting and possessive all at once. A moan escapes you, savoring the way he makes you feel his love with every caress, even if they are cold as death.
This moment is not about long, drawn out sessions of pleasure.
Tonight is about living. About resting in peace in each otherâs arms.
âI love you,â you sigh between his panting lips.
âI love this,â he hisses his reply, his body shaking as his own climax threatens to barrel through him. His pace slows, his thrusts more insistent as they plunge into you from tip to base, hard enough to brush his balls against your ass each time.
âI want it all.â Your voice breaks, and you groan as you come, a few stuttering thrusts inside you throw you over the edge. The last thing you see before you close your eyes and scream in orgasm is your own face reflected in his crimson gaze.
He slams into you, grunting and shaking as he comes deep in your cunt. You feel the warmth, the blush of life he gets from drinking your blood, it heats his body and cock and cum. A heavy breath from his lungs, and his weight covers you, the familiar comfort of his body settling into your bones.
âHappy?â you ask, slightly bloodless and breathless with the pleasure it is to still have his cock buried to the hilt inside you.
He sighs. âYes, for now, Iâm satisfied. We have all night to feel this alive.â He looks down at you as he lifts his head, silver curls mussed and sticking with sweat to his forehead. âAnd we have our whole lives to keep living.â He cocks a brow, mischievous and roguish as ever. âMaybe I should get my dagger for your throat, just for old time sakes, hmm?â
And you giggle, feeling very much alive.
âThis is what I want with you for much longer than just one year,â he whispers against your lips, palm cradling your cheek. âI want to live.â
Happy bg3 Birthday, dear readers. Thank you everyone for all the fun and love and horny indulgences youâve shared by reading my works. You make me feel alive.
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When someone inevitably gives him a copy of the Drizzt books...
Thank you @nyx-knox for this piece! I absolutely adore the vibe, the softness, everything! <3 <3 <3
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A Little Treat
(with their cheeks all flushed)
Pairing: Astarion x Evelyn (Named Tav)
Rating: Mature
Key Tags: Sweet, soft, (candy) corny established relationship fluff, Astarion being mischievous
Summary:
How could she say no when he kissed her so hungrily? When he darted away not moments after, muttering excitedly beneath his breath about thread and tulle and silk? Itâs the same reason sheâs been talked into and out of so much else: the man is a menace.
Evelyn and Astarion celebrate Harvestâs End. Astarion has a trick up his sleeve for his dearest treat.
A/N: For my dear friend @nyx-knox as part of a fall server exchange <3 Evelyn, the lovely named Tav in this fic, belongs to Nyx. I hope I did her justice! Occurs sometime after the final battle with the Netherbrain, and/or in a dream if it better suits Evelynâs story. :)
I have no idea if Halloween exists in Faerun or not, and I decided not to look it up! So weâre calling it Harvestâs End instead!
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Evelyn shivers, rubbing friction against her bare arms for meager warmth. The autumn breeze bites meaner than Astarion ever would. But heâs to blame all the same; after all, heâs the reason sheâs wearing nearly nothing, at nearly midnight, out in lantern-lit streets of Baldurâs Gate.
At least sheâs not the only one in such attire. The streets brim with a menagerie of costumed celebrants, all seemingly dressed as courtesans. Or at the very least, dressed as monsters, fairytale characters, and heroes who all moonlight as courtesans. Evelynâs eyes drift over a woman in a scaled, glimmering gown. She must be a mermaid. She trembles like the fallen leaves do as the wind rustles through her slitted skirt.
Their eyes meet unwittingly. Evelyn canât help a small chuckle of empathy. The stranger returns Evelynâs warm, knowing smile. âTis the season for showing skin, even in the cold.
Despite the late hour, the Gate is awake with boisterous laughter. Bards strum jaunty songs in every square. Every tavernâs doors are propped open to accommodate overflowing crowds. The chill is battled back by the cozy scents of pecan pie and apple cider wafting from the windows. Carved pumpkins line the cobblestones, aglow with orange candlelight.
The whole city celebrates Harvestâs End in the same manner each year. This year, Evelyn meant to celebrate it with Astarion. She still means to. She carries on down the avenue, slowing to a stop just outside the high shrubbery of the haunted hedge maze. Shrieks mingle with the giddy giggling of the stumbling passersby, but Evelyn doesnât so much as flinch.
She scans the rosy-cheeked faces for one thatâs ghostly pale. A handful of times, she catches the flutter of a dark cape. But each time she looks up, her hopes are punctured by the decidedly fake fangs protruding from some strangerâs mouth. Dejected, she heaves a soft sigh. She canât even conjure the will to laugh at the poor would-be-vampire that found his temporary teeth anchored in an apple, caramel glistening sticky in his beard.
Her vampire still hasnât found her. Or rather, she hasnât found him. The sorceress was supposed to meet him somewhere in this vicinity, about a quarter before the witching hour. Familiar chimes echo across the city, heralding its arrival.
Gooseflesh wakes along her naked shoulders. The chill seeps between her breasts, nearly spilling from the lace corset cupping them tight as a lover. But where in the hells is her lover? A small frown tugs on her lips. He wouldnât be so mean as to stand her up now.Â
Not like this, with her cheeks flushed apple red. He wouldnât.
âŚwould he? He hadnât been keen on coming from the start. Sheâd had to talk him into it. And in so doing, Astarion talked her into this.
âWhatâs this?â Astarionâs chin settles against Evelynâs shoulder.Â
She grins to the soft feel of his mouth against the slight point of her ear. For a moment, heâs silent as he skims the piece of parchment held in front of her. Sheâd seen the flier by chance out in the market and taken it with her on her way back to him.Â
âUgh,â he groans. His hands wrap her waist, squeezing her as if for comfort. âA costume party? For Harvestâs End? How utterly gauche.â
âItâs a pretty common tradition,â she snickers.Â
âExactly,â Â Astarion grumbles. âItâs common. A masquerade is a far more elegant and dignified affair. Something far more suitable for us saviors of the city.â
Evelynâs smile fades, golden eyes glazed in thought. âIt could be fun to do something common. Something normal. Not much has been, since the tadpoles. Even after them. Iâm afraid Iâve forgotten what itâs like.â
She can feel his scowl growing against her neck. Petal-soft lips lay the gentlest of kisses there. Her eyes flutter shut.
âThat sounds like a good thing, dear,â he murmurs darkly. âSomething better to forget.â
Evelyn blinks, worry creeping into her thoughts like a dark, drifting cloud. She turns in the circle of his arms, palms laid against his chest.
âWhat?â He asks, eyes narrowed against her scrutiny.
âIsâŚis Harvestâs End something you want to forget, Astarion?â
He huffs, his shoulders rolling with his eyes. âI just donât care to see all the little morsels running around with their tacky, dull little fangs and syrup for blood. I lost count of how many costumed idiots my siblings and I snatched off the streets while they were stumbling home from some tawdry tavern after a night spent pretending to be a monster.â
Evelynâs eyes widen. âI--â
âIâd much rather remember it with you,â he rasps.Â
Itâs the way he looks at her that steals her breath. That heady warmth in his eyes, as if they were bathed by a hearth. As if in her, he sees the safety of walls and a snapping fire. A shelter from the cold. A place of treasured memories. Of stories told, and laughter shared.
A home.
Itâs the look that does it. But the crush of his lips couldâve had her sworn off of breath for an eternity. Her mouth melts against his, and she wishes their embrace could last just as long.
When he pulls away seconds or hours later, Evelynâs head swirls. Her stomach swoops, as if buffeted by a sudden fall. The feeling drifts down into a lightweight sense of serenity. Evelyn can summon a tempest at her whim. But if sheâs a storm, Astarionâs the eye of it.Â
She lets out a long, contented sigh, hardly fazed or surprised when the fond gleam in his eye sharpens with cunning.
He grins. âOn one condition.â
Evelyn tilts her head, mirroring his mischievous smirk. âJust the one?â
âIâll be making our costumes,â he says, his smile growing smug. âYouâll see yours the night of the festivities. And youâll see mine when you find me there.â
âDeal,â she says at once.
How could she have hesitated? How could she say no when he kissed her so hungrily? When he darted away not moments after, muttering excitedly beneath his breath about thread and tulle and silk?
Itâs the same reason sheâs been talked into and out of so much else: the man is a menace. A heartbreakingly handsome, smooth-talking, smarmy little menace. And she loves him with every fiber of her being.
Evelyn glances down at her ensemble, shuffling her feet sheepishly. At least it has pockets. Astarion made sure of it.
âHey! Soldier!â
A familiar voice calls across the crowd. Evelyn looks up to see Karlach making her way over. Their eyes lock, and the tieflingâs widen.
 âHey, Soldier!â Karlach drawls, grinning. âLooking sweet enough to eat, I see!â
Evelyn offers her friend a half-hearted smile in return. Itâs the sort of quip Astarion could make if he were here. Probably the exact line he had in mind as he laced the corset with candy pink ribbon, and frosted it with the soft crush of cream brocade along the top. The ruffled fabric sparkles with little pastel crystals, sprinkled into the folds. A dollop of the same brocade swirls atop her headband, topped with a felt cherry. Her skirt is a short puff of delicate tulle, glistening with a sugary shimmer.
My little treat, she can practically hear him croon.Â
Karlachâs costume isnât so threadbare; Evelyn can only just see her friendâs eyes past the open jaws of the dragonâs head helm the tiefling wears between her horns. The ceremonial plate she dons is practical, though the same scales look heavy, laid along her tail.
âLet me guess,â Karlach snickers, âyouâre--â
âStood up.â Evelyn sighs, arms crossed.
âWhat? No, Fangs would never! He knows heâd hear from me about it if he did!â
Before Evelyn can utter a word in edgewise, she hears another familiar voice muttering a slew of frantic, mangled curses.
âGale?â Evelyn tilts her head, watching the wizard stumble out of the opening between the hedges. He shoots a wary glance back over his shoulder, shuddering. âAre you all right?!â
âGAH! Ah, ah, itâs only you two! Mystaâs swirling skirts,â Gale gasps, cowering. He picks his way over to them, eyes down, sheepish.
Karlach gapes at him, incredulous. âThat gods awful haunted maze has the Gale of Waterdeep quaking in his boots? The same man that faced down the Netherbrain? Are you feeling faint? Feverish, maybe? Should we fetch a cleric?â
âItâs precisely because of our prior exploits that I know the difference between fear and farce. And Iâm quite alright, thank you. My heartâs only racing faster than it has since we were fighting for our lives.â
Gale huffs, fixing the black, pointed ears protruding from his slicked hair. Evelyn decides not to tell him his whiskers are smeared across his cheeks.
âCome off it,â Karlach scoffs. âI spun through that maze earlier and it was nothing but a laugh. If I didnât crack up, I wouldâve been crying about what a sad excuse it is for a scare.â
Another scream lights the night. But thatâs not the noise that snags Evelynâs ear: itâs the pitchy, breathless bark of a laugh that follows. That feels familiar.
âIâll give it a try,â Evelyn shrugs.
âDonât say you werenât warned,â Gale says gravely. Karlach blows a raspberry back at him in response.Â
Their bickering is swallowed by the shrubbery as Evelyn steps through the spiderwebbed archway into the maze. Smoke furls across her feet, clouding the sight of them after only a few steps. The bushes rustle in a sudden flurry of movement. She tenses.
Clawed hands burst through the branches, grasping fruitlessly at empty air filled with moans and groans. Theyâre meant to be zombies, but the growls are shrill, and the hands, small and harmless, save for a wicked-looking hangnail. Evelyn muffles her laughter, dodging nimbly.Â
She takes the next turn, and then another, until the rumbling of the alleged undead dissolves to the leathery flapping of bats. Her eyes dart upwards, snagging on the dark flash of motion overhead. Her spark of excitement snuffs as soon as it came, her shoulders slumping. Surely they couldâve found some sort of caster on the streets who could do better than this shabby pair of kites passing as bats. Gale could have, had they not apparently terrified him so. Â
Evelyn heaves a soft, restless sigh. Karlach was right. This maze isnât anything special. And perhaps she was a fool to think Harvestâs End couldâve been. She can tell by straining on her tip-toes that sheâs nearly at the heart of the hedges.
And then, her heart skips like a stone across a pond.
A sharp, startled cry bursts through the bushes. Blotting it out is that laugh. Itâs a full-bodied cackle. Devilish. Delighted. Triumphant.
Evelyn hurries towards it.
At a fork in her path, she takes the route past a gushing green cauldron, around a bend to a patch of false graves. Panting, she pauses, soaking in the scent of fresh-turned earth, and the names etched on the tombstones: Here lies Rigg. R. Mortis, Diane Rott, Rusty Kauphyn, Claire VoyantâŚ
It brings a rueful smile to her face. She canât help but think of another graveyard, filled with other names, one of them etched into her heart as much as his tombstone. Maybe Astarion would hate this farce, even with her. Maybe she shouldnât have urged him to go. Maybe--
Fluid movement seeps through her periphery, a shadow spilling over the moonlight. By the time she glances over her shoulder, itâs gone. The small, stone gazebo up ahead looks as lonely as she feels.Â
But then, she hears it again. A soft chuckle this time, buried beneath a bated breath, tumbling like the dried leaves do down the dirt path. As if in a trance, her limbs moving of their own volition.Â
Evelyn follows the sound home.Â
She gets as far as the yawning arch at the steps when her hairs stand on end. Sheâs greeted by a low, rolling growl. It thrills through her, swirling sweet, tantalizing static over her skin. If she had to guess, itâs the same sound that scared Gale shitless.
Evelyn merely clicks her tongue, peering about the gazebo. âI looked everywhere for you.â
âLook up, love.â
With a shake of her head, she does. She finds him beaming down at her with a warmth to rival the sun. Astarion sprawls beneath the domed roof, braced there effortlessly. Heâs far too tickled with his newfound ability to spiderclimb. It turns out such a talent comes naturally to any well-fed vampire spawn.
Whoosh.
The backflip down was far from necessary. But the hand he braces against the small of her back, and the other that hitches her knee against his hip, thatâs all thatâs keeping her from falling. Evelyn gasps out a giggle as he dares to dip her deeper. The graveyard sways upside down in her view: a sky full of tombstones above a sea full of stars.
âMy, my,â he purrs, breath tickling her neck. âWhatâs a delicious thing like you doing all by your lonesome?â
âIâve been waiting.â Evelyn drawls with a grin. âWaiting since the moment I first saw you.â
âHm,â the soft huff of his laugh tumbles down her collar as he pulls her upright. And now that you have me?âÂ
Blood rushes from her head, the scent of him swimming through it: the sharpness of rosemary, chased by the softness of bergamot and the richness of brandy. Astarionâs eyes flutter shut briefly, pulling in a long, satisfied breath, and pulling a blush to her cheeks with it.
Abruptly, Evelynâs eyes narrow. âYou didnât dress up!â
âNo, I didnât,â Astarion croons, unrepentant, eyes alight with mischief. âI thought you deserved the real thing, darling.â
Something real. The sentiment is a sweet one. Sheâs still giving him shit for it, though.
âAnd you thought you deserved a treat?â
Astarion arches a brow. âIsnât that the whole point of this holiday?â
The cool hand on her back wanders lower. With it, he wakes a heat across her skin, resilient even to the chill on the wind. She canât help the needy noise that leaves her lips as he cups her ass and reels her body flush with his. She canât help but tilt her head back at the mere tease of his teeth.
âI know itâs not my birthday,â he pouts, lips lingering where her pulse flutters against her neck, âbut after all, whatâs Harvestâs End without a graveyard smash?â
A/N: Divider credit for pre-story divider to @firefly-graphics. Scene break credit to @strangergraphics. End banner credit to @saradika-graphics. Credit to a cursory google search for some punny tombstone names!
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Snippet Sunday
Thank you so much @kalmiaphlox for the tag! đ
This is something I'm working on for an ask by @pebble-bb where Astarion gets to see his reflection for the first time.
@busy-baker has already posted hers because she is awesome and it's absolutely lovely! Here is the link so check it out!
"What have you got there, love?"
"Nothing!" you say a little too quickly and attempt to hide the package behind your back.
Astarion clicks his tongue and slips his long fingers under your chin, tilting your head up so you have no choice but to look straight at him.
"Tsk, cheeky pup. Lies don't become you. Out with it!" he says in a stern voice, but his eyes shine with mirth and his lips twist into a smile.
"What are you hiding that has you flustered such a fetching shade of red, hm?" he lifts his other hand to push your hair back and expose your neck. Soft digits touch skin, making you shiver.
"Nothing?" you try again, wriggling away from him, but you know it is futile. When one becomes the subject of a vampire's attention, one does not get away until the said vampire decides to set the victim free. And Astarion obviously has no intention of doing that.
"I see. Well, this nothing must be worth something, seeing as you are ready to risk baiting a predator to conceal it. Is it really a wise move to entice me when I'm itching for any excuse to devour you?"
As pleasant as that sounds, you have to be out of the inn and on your way. You have an appointment with an artificer that you must keep. It was difficult enough to convince him to take on the project, as he stated that he 'was an inventor and objects of petty vanity were beneath him'. It took coin, promises of securing rare materials, and some thinly veiled threats for the ingenious but somewhat mad artificer to begrudgingly agree to work on your project.
But you know what Astarion is like. You have to tell him something or he will not let you out of his sight at all.
"Fine. Itâs a present for you, happy? "
You give a petulant pout which only makes his smile grow wider.
"Aren't I lucky that you want to spoil me? And my goodness, how your heart flutters!" he chuckles and places a kiss over the bitemarks on your neck. "Must be a very, very special present."
"It is, but it's not done yet. So you better not try to take a peek!" you push against his chest.
"Oh my sweet, you wound me! Are you insinuating that I will try to steal it and see what is inside?"
"Not insinuating, telling you outright that you better not go snooping through my things."
"Fine!" he sighs, pretending to be hurt by your words. "I will not go through your things. Cross my heart and hope to- well, you get it," he grins and finally moves, allowing you to get up.
You have the package in your hands and clutch it to close to your chest. You can feel ruby red eyes follow your every movement and try to ignore him as you quickly dress, keeping the present close at all times lest Astarion decides to swipe it when he thinks you are distracted.
Update: here's the complete story.
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Kinky NSFW Alphabet: Mavka & Astarion
Eeee ty ty for the tag @nyx-knox! đâŁď¸â¨ This made me realize I rarely ever talk about Mav and Astarion as a couple, I should do that more often đ
Kinky NSFW Alphabet
Keeping it under the cut since this is a spicy one, so tagging folks first ⨠@zekeen, @bananasfosterparent, @honeybee-bard, @kalmiaphlox, @inkymoonbunny, @judasiskariot and @preciouslittle-bhaalbabe!
A = Aftercare (What theyâre like after sex)
Mav is cuddly. She will immediately snuggle up to his chest and wrap her tail around his leg, almost as if seeking reassurance that sheâs been good, that he wonât leave her. Astarion typically isnât, but with her, itâs differentâwhile he finds it strange, having someone else crave affection from him so badly (beyond just sex, no less), indulging her makes him feel almost powerful, like he is needed, wanted, so he will press his lips to her forehead and run his fingers through her hair until she falls asleep, and in the morning, clean her up if theyâve made too bad of a mess.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
Iâm an Astarion is an ass man truther, so he definitely has a thing for hers. Also her tailâhe thinks itâs adorable how she will unconsciously perk it up whenever he's around, like a good little pup. As for Mav, she loves his hair, how soft and fluffy it is, but itâs his lips and fangs that always get her weak in the knees, especially when he flashes her that wicked smile of his.
C = Cum (Where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum?)
Inside, for both. Astarion loves marking her as his, stuffing her full and letting her fluttering walls milk him to the last drop. Mav, too, yearns to be filled with him and his seed, as only then can she truly feel whole, safe, so he will usually only pull out come morning.
D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory: a dirty secret of theirs)
Astarion will sometimes steal Mavâs clothing itemsâoften her underwear, but anything with her blood on it will doâso he can jerk off to them later. Sheâs aware of this, and doesnât mind at all, though heâs still under the impression she doesnât know.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what theyâre doing?)
Both are very similar in that they do have experience, only this is their first time with a partner they love and who loves them back. For Mav specifically, she had never been with another fully consensually before Astarion. Laying with someone who is desperate to pleasure them back is a new and scary thing for both, and it can be in equal measure healing and even more damaging, at times. But they're working through it, together.
F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)
Missionary, for both. Feeling him pin her down under his body weight and shield her from the world around them is comforting for Mav. She craves the intimacy of it, and Astarion is more than happy to be entrusted with that control, to look into her eyes as they kiss and take in her image as she comes for him, cheeks flushed and his name on her lips.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
They aren't exactly goofy, but Astarion does tease Mav a lot. He loves watching her writhe and squirm, whine, moan, make all the cute noises, so edging and overstimulation are very typical for them.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Neither have body hair, Astarion in virtue of being an elf, and in Mavâs case, likely due to her originsâor maybe she's just like that.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
Mav tends to get emotional, and it's not uncommon for her to cry during sex. Astarion teases her about a lot of things, but not about this, since any sexual act is usually just as emotionally charged for him. Drying her tears is, in a way, like drying his own. How intense it gets varies a lot though, but even during a lighthearted quickie they both become enraptured in their own little world, where there's just the two of them, and nothing can hurt neither him nor her ever again.
J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)
During the events of the game, starting in Act 2 while they're still abstaining, Astarion makes a habit of jerking off every night while feeding on Mav. Sometimes she's awake for it, sometimes she isn't, but either way she doesn't mind. Mav rarely ever touches herself if he's not present, since Astarion is very adamant about wanting to participate, and he gets pouty whenever she comes without him being there to witness, which he's able to tell by her scent.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Oh, Astarion 100% has a choking kinkâhe takes great pleasure in squeezing Mav's neck and watching her gag, even better if she is tied up or blindfolded. Similarly, she loves surrendering control over her body to him. Needless to say, both also have a bloodplay kink, so him biting her is almost a given whenever they do anything sexual.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Neither have much of a preference, but Mav does enjoy curling up anywhere with his scent, especially if she knows he won't be there when she wakes upâso basically, their own bed, or during the events of the game, his tent.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)
For Astarion, there is no greater turn-on than seeing Mav act all shy and bashful, ears and cheeks glowing a bright red and sweet little whines falling from her lips. He will immediately pounce and ravage her whenever he works her up to that pointâwhich he can very easily do by either teasing or praising her, or maybe a mix of both. Also, again, drinking from her will inevitably cause him to pop a boner.
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
They arenât necessarily averse to it, but neither are very keen on her topping. Sometimes if feeling a little more adventurous they may decide to switch things up a bit, and Astarion does enjoy seeing Mav struggle to take the lead (especially if sheâs riding him, with the added bonus that he gets to watch her tits bounce and her body get all sweaty and flushed), but even then, nothing that involves him getting restrained (much less humiliated) in any way. Also, bringing other people into their intimacy is something they're similarly not very enthusiastic about, Astarion in particular since heâs very possessive of her.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
They both have a preference for givingâAstarion because he thinks itâs adorable how she will squirm and moan with each flick of his tongue, and also because he loves tasting her, whereas Mav finds nothing more pleasurable than making him feel good. Skill-level wise, Astarionâs is higher due to him having hundreds of years of experience, although Mavâs clumsiness is both endearing and arousing for him, especially since sheâs always so eager.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Astarion tends to like it rough, Mav prefers a more sensual pace, so they try to meet each other halfway, starting slow and intentional and then becoming more animalistic towards the end. Although this of course varies according to contextâa quickie will usually be rough all the way, and more emotional sex, gentler and softer.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
They have quickies fairly often just because Astarion has such a high sex drive and thereâs only so many hours in a day, but both prefer taking their time with it if possible, so they may enjoy exploring each otherâs body to the fullest.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
Both are fairly adventurous, especially Astarion. While Mav wonât typically make suggestions, she is always willing to try whenever he proposes something new. He is having fun exploring his newfound sexual freedom, focusing on his own pleasure instead of his partnerâs, and she has no qualms whatsoever about not always being his priority in bed.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
Astarionâs is much, much higher, but Mav does her best to keep up with him (especially since after a particularly rough session she knows that once theyâre finished he will cradle her in his arms, stroke her hair and call her a good girlâno better motivation than that!). Mav also doesnât last very long, at all, which he always teases her about.
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Other than restraints and blindfolds, not really.
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
Astarion is a relentless tease, and Mav, his helpless victim. Squeezing her bum or stroking her cunt in public, whispering obscenities in her ears, pushing his hips against her own to let her feel his hardness, pointing out how wet she already is for him; all highly effective methods he will shamelessly use to make her putty in his hands.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Astarion isnât very loud, especially once he stops performing during sex. Thatâs not to say he doesnât moan, but itâs typically low grunts that will slip from his pretty lips with every thrust, only really audible when he has his mouth close to her ears. Mav, on the other hand, does make quite a bit of noise, which he will enthusiastically coax out of her by suddenly pinching a nipple or playing with her clit while sheâs still recovering from an orgasm.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Pulling Mav to him by the tail is endlessly amusing to Astarion because the base of it is highly sensitive and vascularized, so nine times out of ten, she will let out the cutest yelp and become wet for him on the spot. He does this way too often, and it always works like a charm.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
We're all aware our boy is well endowed and has pecs for days, so honestly, good for Mavâalthough she herself was created specifically to be sexually enticing, if her round bum and perky tits are anything to go by, so good for Astarion, too!
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Astarion's is again much higher than Mav'sâhe is the one who tends to initiate most sexual interactions, but she is always receptive to him, especially since he knows exactly what gets her going (usually a balanced mix of praise and teasing, as mentioned above).
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Mav will fall asleep almost instantly once theyâre doneâsheâs not typically a fast sleeper, insomnia being usually preferable to the nightmares that plague her every night, but when in his arms, cock drunk and safe, she will allow herself the rest. Astarion also struggles to trance for similar reasons, but unlike her, he doesnât need to, so instead heâll just watch her, memorize every detail of her face, from the cute little freckles on her nose to the way her long lashes cast a shadow over her cheeks.
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WIP Wednesday
thank you @xxnashiraxx for the tag! Excited for the tadpole shenanigans!!
Heres another peek at my body Swap fic that I have lovingly titled "Damn bitch, you live like this?" until I find a proper name.
Astarion has found himself in the body of his partner Hircine (and vice-versa), and he remembers, oh yeah, she has tits, the ones he really likes to grab.
And Hircine is now much stronger than she's ever been.
Astarion looks down, worried there might be a lump nestled under his skin when all thoughts of slaad eggs invading his body are replaced with other, more lustful urges. While Hircine searches around the room, flipping over sheets and muttering angrily about their predicament, Astarion takes this opportunity to really learn his wifeâs bodyâfor his eternal obsession and her future enjoyment, should they ever return to their bodies. He loves her breasts. A lot. Theyâre perfect in every way. Impossibly soft, round, and heavy with the slightest, barely there sag that makes them even more delightful, always overflowing in his grabby hands, but not so large that they dwarf her toned body. He also can't forget the ghostly white nipples that are not too good to eat, especially since they match her pretty little mouth when her lipstick has been wiped away. He cups them, Hircine's smaller hands sinking into the malleable flesh, though the tight silk of her dress keeps them from moving around too much. There's never been a lot of thought put into how this feels for Hircine other than that it's very, very good when he's pinching or pulling on a nipple if her moans are anything to go by. The fat of her breasts being touched, it doesn't feel good or bad, mostly neutral as if he's grabbing at any other part of his body. Maybe it feels different with someone else touching them⌠Experimentation can come later if they don't change back soon. His lively heart thrums in anticipation of his next move. The pads of his fingers brush over where heâs sure her nipples lie andâ âAhhhâ!â A high-pitched whine rips past his lips as his legs squeeze together involuntarily. Gods below, that wasâ Hircine looks up from her destructive scavenge, a scowl furrowing her manicured brows, twisting her mouth down. âSeriously? Stop touching me!â She hisses. âHow do you keep your hands off yourself all day?!â Just that touch sent the most delicious tingle down to his nether regions. âI don't have much desire to touch myself,â she says, stepping beside him, âespecially while out in public.â She grabs his wrists firmly, pushing them from her breasts and Astarion yelps with shock. âOw! Can't you be more gentle?â He demands, yanking himself out of her grasp, massaging his wrists. âYou damned brute!â Red eyes blink in surprise as Hircine looks down at herâhis bodyâs hands. Oh gods, this is so confusing. His body is now hers, he needs to commit to that. She speaks quietly. âI thought I was being gentle⌠I barely touched you.â
Tagging if you'd like to share @eraserspiral, @busy-baker, @preciouslittlebhaalbae, @honeybee-bard,
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"Careful, I Bite"
My First - Part 1/3
Pairing: Astarion/ AFAB!Tav (you)
Warnings/tags: 18+, virginity, vulnerability, sexual tension, mature conversations and flirting, vaginal masturbation, explicit sexual fantasies (PiV), Act 1 spoilers
Length: ~ 5.5k words (they just keep getting longer, donât they?)
Summary: Unable to resist his charms, you grow close with your handome, vampiric travel companion. Very close. The thing is just ... you've never been with anyone before ...
A/N: It's happening! My first venture into đśď¸ territory! Please know: No PHD thesis ever had this much lively back and forth and discussion as this fic! Thank you @nyx-knox for being the GOAT of beta-readers on what is basically group-project at his point and for your constant support and reassurance đŠˇ
Taglist: @wilteddreamsofbaldursgate , @littlelovelore, @onlyancunin @chaoticbardlady99Â @ancuninfiles
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You have never felt this weird kind of nervousness before.Â
Itâs not the kind of suspense you feel before entering a dungeon full of goblins. Itâs not the kind of pressure you feel when the eyes of your companions turn to you, awaiting a decision. No. This is a different, unfamiliar kind of stimulation to your nerves. Itâs warm, yet tingly, itâs at the back of your mind constantly, making you smile one moment, then shake your head the next trying to escape the feeling. You find it increasingly difficult to think of anything else, even now while you are sitting on a log, warming yourself on your campâs little fire. This has been going on for a few days now. And itâs entirely Astarionâs fault.
Astarion. The charming, flirty and admirably witty Vampire youâve found yourself increasingly drawn to more and more with each passing day.
If youâre being honest ⌠you kinda hated him when you first met. Headbutting him in the face was less than what he deserved for putting a knife to your throat! But you quickly understood that he was simply being cautious, scared, just as youâve all been.
Everyone had been on edge the entire time as you tackled a whole cascade of challenges on your ongoing quest to find a cure: stopping druid rituals, fighting hags and harpies, vanquishing a whole camp of goblins. But throughout all of those adventures, you had noticed Astarion slowly gravitating towards you, closer and closer. And you found that you, too, were gravitating towards him. Which scared the absolute shit out of you.
When you woke up with his handsome face so close to yours that one night, you almost jumped out of your skin. His cool body hovering over yours, his breath on your neck ⌠it immediately sent your mind - and your body - into overdrive.
Honestly? When you learned he was a vampire and that he was simply trying to drink your blood, you were almost relieved. Or ⌠were you disappointed? You couldnât tell. Because what you thought was going on for a split second was that Astarion - strange, intriguing Astarion - was actually trying to kiss you. And you didnât entirely hate that thought? Right on the contrary!Â
The thing was just that, well, you have never actually been kissed by anyone before.
While you were no stranger to pleasure, knowing full well how to take excellent care of yourself, you have never been in this position. With another person this close to you while you lay on your back. So many things raced through your mind when that admittedly devastatingly beautiful man knelt so close to you. You wanted to slide out from under him as quickly as you could. You wanted to slap him for not asking to kiss you first. And you also wanted him to pin you down on your bedroll and succeed in stealing that kiss from you. So badly.Â
That thought was pushed to the side, though, when he revealed his vampiric nature to you. For the first time since you met on that beach, you felt like you were glimpsing a bit of him, the real him beneath that debonair facade. And you liked that he was confiding in you specifically. Those ruby eyes pleading for your help, his urgent voice trying to explain his situation, and his disarming charm, asking if you could trust him just a little further. Even though you were angry that he didnât ask before he tried biting you, you knew you would have said yes if he had. And then âŚ
âLetâs make ourselves comfortable, shall we?â
Your heart was racing a thousand beats an hour when you laid down back on your bedroll. You felt your cheeks flush, mixed with a tingling, cool nervous sensation on your skin. When Astarion leaned over you once more, one arm on each side of your head, you caught your breath. This felt so intimidating ⌠so intimate. You felt exposed, excited, nervous, scared. And you wanted this. This was so unlike you. It was far more usual for you to be refusing the physical advances of others. But you didnât want to refuse him. In fact, for the first time, you felt the exact opposite of your usual inclination. You wanted to allow him closer.
Astarion took up your entire field of vision, or at least it felt like all you could see was him. The way he held your gaze steadily made it impossible to look anywhere else. He had a soft, reassuring and thankful smile on his lips ⌠and next thing you knew his fangs were piercing your skin.Â
It hurt. At least for a moment. Your mind was racing, trying to take all of this in, all these new sensations: The ice-cold feeling of his fangs inside you, his body on top of yours, his cool lips touching and sucking on your warm skin, his increasingly heavy breathing so close to your ear, the pain ⌠and the pleasure.Â
When you felt him gently cupping the back of your head, you were about ready to actually kiss him. Feeling pressure building in your core, your legs began pressing together of their own volition, causing little jolts of lust to course through you as you felt a familiar heat rising between your thighs. You desperately wanted to wrap your arms around him, to sink your fingers into those beautiful white curls of his, give in to that delicious pain, wanting him to do more, to go further.
But instead you felt your head go woozy, snapping you out of your thoughts. No, this was too much. So you told him to stop, pushed him away gently yet firmly. You were panting, and so was he. He looked so radiant at that moment, so strong. It made you forget the pain in your neck, the way the world spun around you. He looked so happy, and you did that for him.
When Astarion turned around to leave, he stopped and thanked you, telling you he wouldnât forget this gift you have given him. And you knew, neither would you. How in the Hells were you supposed to sleep now? After that? After you felt the weight of his body on yours, felt his soft lips on your skin, after being so close you smelled the slight perfume of ⌠something herbal and citrusy? Gods!
You laid back down on your bedroll and for at least an hour you couldnât sleep, your companions breathing calmly around you, unaware of what had happened. All you could think about was the image of Astarion, that little smile right before he bit into your neck, his hand caressing the back of your hair ever so slightlyâŚÂ
You let out a sharp breath, feeling the slickness between your thighs. Might as well ...Â
You unlaced the front of your trousers, looking around to your sleeping companions, who mercifully had either their backs turned or at least their heads facing away from you. You would just have to get this over with quickly. Biting your lips, you made yourself comfortable once more.Â
Practiced fingers slid below the fabric and to the folds between your legs, finding them already wet and ready for some much-needed attention. You closed your eyes and sighed as you began touching yourself, massaging your clit as you had done many times before. The thing that was new, though, was the image in your mind:Â
Ruby eyes piercing into yours with a desire so fierce it almost takes your breath away. You're lying naked next to the fire, a pale, equally naked, slender body between your open legs. And then the feeling of fangs penetrating your skin as Astarionâs cock penetrates you. A delighted smile flickered across your lips, both in your dream and in real life. âLook at you, my sweet Darling.â Astarionâs voice purrs into your ear, as he thrusts himself all the way into you, stretching you deliciously. âYou are taking me so well.â Slowly he begins to roll his hips, knowing how to move just the way you want it, his thrusts quickly growing faster.
The pace of your own fingers grew faster alongside your fantasies, as you imagined what it would be like having him inside you, fucking you, filling you completely. A little whimper escaped your lips, it was hard to stay silent with your imagination running wild.Â
âGods, youâre so tight, my love,â he says as he spreads your legs even further, exposing you, watching your juices run down the inside of your thighs, angling himself perfectly to be able to fuck you even deeper, harder, more. He wants you, just as you want him. Itâs almost too much, your inexperienced body barely able to handle his expert movements. And you feel the familiar coil tightening inside you. âAstarion âŚâ you whisper, desperately holding on to his soft white curls.
âYes, my love?â, he asks, kissing the small wounds heâs made on your neck.
âCum ⌠cum inside me ... please,â you beg between his hard thrusts, as you feel yourself edging towards your climax. And just as the both of you come undone in unison, and you feel him unloading his thick seed inside of you, he bites down on your neck once more, causing you to moan out his name - and itâs music to the pale Elfâs pointy ears.
Unable to stop it, a little moan escaped you in the real world as well. Slapping your free hand over your mouth, you are pretty sure it really was his name that escaped your lips into the silent night around you. But the surprise at your own sound was swept away by the waves of your orgasm as it rolled through you, causing your hips to quiver a few times, before your breath began to calm, and you fell into relaxed bliss.Â
You pulled your hand free from your pants and wiped it on the grass next to your bedroll, feeling a lot more relaxed. Wouldnât that be something, you thought as you lay down on your side. Actually getting closer to the mysterious vampire, getting to know the person you glimpsed a bit of today. Closing your eyes, you thought that, yes, you would really like that.Â
Oh no. You felt your stomach drop in surprise and your eyes shot open in realization. You wanted to get to know the real him? You wanted to get closer to him? You wanted to be more⌠intimate with him? It was then that it dawned on you⌠you were slowly but surely starting to fall for the disarming vampire.Â
Fuck.
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His blood was just starting to slow from his hunt, but his vampiric senses were still alert, sharper than usual. So Astarionâs pointed ears heard it before he even reached the camp. The rustling of the bedroll, the rapid breathing, the suppressed whimpers. Somebody was having a bit of fun.
Making sure to stay concealed by the darkness of the treeline, he looked towards the figures lying by the fire. Oh? Not wanting to disturb the vision before him, he stopped moving. Had anyone looked in his direction, they would have seen his eyes reflecting the soft light of the camp-fire like two tiny round mirrors. What do we have here? His ruby eyes locked onto Tav as they tried to keep their pleasured movement on the bedroll to a minimum. What a delicious sight that was.Â
Astarion had known Tav had gotten quite attached to him, most likely falling for his wit and charm - and obviously his looks - as most did. Otherwise, why would they have allowed him to drink from them? And it was amazing, drinking from them, too. Astarion licked his lips at the memory. Tasting the blood of a thinking being, tasting them. It had been ⌠so intimate. Better than he had ever imagined. He usually only pretended to enjoy the closeness of other people. But not Tav. He couldnât have picked a better person to be his first.
Frankly, he even enjoyed their company, such as it was. And he knew they enjoyed his company as well. But this? This was a display he hadnât anticipated. At least not yet.
Shaking his head ever so slightly in disbelief, Astarion was almost impressed by the bold endeavor: Tav, pleasuring themselves out in the open by the campfire? Sure, everyone was asleep, but anyone could awaken any moment from their little moans and catch those fingers dancing amongst their folds. If Tav was this desperate to release their need for him after heâd fed from them earlier in the night, they must desperately want him. A scheming grin grew on his face as he realized⌠This could work.
He was sure the others in the camp would know about his condition by morning. And knowing full well that people donât trust vampires - perhaps understandably - he needed to be sure Tav was on his side. Tav was their fearless leader and fierce protector. They may have unwillingly slipped into that role, but they had sway with and the trust of everyone in camp, including him if he was being honest. If Tav kept him under their wing⌠he wouldnât get flocked or kicked out. Heâd be the first one protected, heard out in every conversation, involved in every plan the group made, and therefore⌠powerful by association. Safe.
All it would take would be what he had done for 200 years already: some casual seduction and an offer for one night of mind-blowing ecstasy to lock himself into that kind of ideal position.Â
Tavâs breathing grew faster then, the smell of their arousal and pumping blood slowly beginning to fill Astarionâs head, breaking his concentration for a moment, his attention now fully on the show in front of him. It was then, as Tav climaxed, trying to suppress a moan, that Astarion heard it. Clear as day. Between the whimpering and exhalation: His name, cried from their lips.
And just like that⌠Astarion had laid out his nice, simple plan. Oh this would be easy.
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The next morning you could barely bring yourself to look him in the eye. He was your - almost - innocent traveling companion, and you had thought of him for your dirty little fantasy. You knew this was going to drive you crazy! So you promised yourself you would stop this, trying to cushion the fall as you were definitely falling for him. But when Astarion asked you how youâve been feeling after the bite, with his trademark smile and his charming words, your nice, simple plan fell apart instantly when you heard yourself offer your neck to him again for tonight. As he happily accepted, your heart leapt in your chest.
Things only progressed from there. Between your partyâs adventures, the fighting, tending to each other's wounds, laughing with (and sometimes about) Gale, and watching Shadowheart and Laeâzel bickering with each other, you and Astarion ⌠connected. As you began to share your stories, laugh more at each otherâs quippy jokes, indulge in witty banter with every conversation that sparked between you two, you started to see more of that man that you had glimpsed that night he first bit you. Beneath the well-crafted, snarky, and charismatic facade was someone who had endured horrors you couldnât even imagine. Beneath his undeniably stunning looks, you saw the whole picture - the flawed, broken, resilient, complex person that he was. You began caring for him so deeply, more and more each day. You were falling for him⌠oh, you were falling for him hard.
Many nights you spent taking care of the desire that Astarion had been fueling inside of you. It was almost embarrassing how much you were pining for him, each night in your bedroll by the fire or in your tent, where you so often wound up with shaky legs and wet fingers. You imagined his hands were the ones roaming over your body, knowing every sensitive spot, his fingers sliding inside you, curling just right, making you gasp and shiver with pleasure. And his voice in your ear, whispering all the filthy things he wants to do to you, will do to you. He was inside your head, and you truly began to yearn for him to be inside your body, too.
Oh, how your body reacted to him whenever he was close and Gods, you really hoped he could not sense it. When he chose to sit next to you by the fire, even though there was plenty of space elsewhere, you imagined his hand sliding around your neck to pull you into a deep, passionate kiss. When he would pick pieces of foliage - or goblin guts - from your hair or stand so very close to you while helping you into your armor, you imagined him pulling you behind the closest tree and taking you right there and then. And the fact that he was so openly, outrageously flirtatious with you, and only you, saying all the right things at the right time, didnât help either. It drove you crazy with confusion, with adoration and with desire.
So when a celebration was in order after your party had succeeded in vanquishing the entirety of the goblin camp and its leaders, you found yourself sauntering over to Astarionâs tent. You were nervous, more so than ever, but there was a strange confidence roaring within you. With spirits so high, the blood still running hot from todayâs victory, you felt this might be the night. You wanted it to be. And you wanted it to be with Astarion.
You were sipping from his wine bottle to calm your nerves, when he actually, finally, suggested that the two of you could make your own entertainment. It was like the surrounding music faded away, replaced by the sound of your blood pumping in your ears. The honeyed words from Astarionâs beautiful lips promised you things that made your knees weak.This was what you wanted, what you had been waiting for.
So ⌠you agreed.Â
Part of you even appreciated that he made it clear where the both of you stood at all times. He told you that he liked you, that he came to enjoy the whole package, assured you that if you wanted to - and you did - the two of you could lose yourself in your own little piece of nowhere. But he never promised it would be a committed arrangement. And honestly, with the tadpole inside your head, the descent into the Underdark before you and with the whole party looking to you as their leader, you kind of appreciated that there were no strings attached.
When you found yourself walking through the trees and brush towards the clearing after everyone had gone to bed, you felt equal parts excited and nervous. Yes, you wanted to do this, you wanted for your first time to be with Astarion, but that didnât mean you werenât scared as all Hells. From everything heâd told you, from the way he came on to you, there was no question as to how experienced he was and what he expected to happen tonight. âAnd I do mean sex, to be clear. Weâve waited long enough.â And that you had indeed. Youâd waited long to find a man you felt this good with, this close and attracted to.Â
So when you stepped into the clearing and Astarion came out from behind the tree trunk bare chested in only his breeches, your mouth ran dry at the sight of him. Gods, he was the most beautiful person you have ever seen.
âThere you areâŚâ, he said, and your whole body trembled at the sultry sound of his voice. You could see it already - lying on the soft grass beneath him, under the stars, allowing him to kiss you, touch you, trusting him to take you places youâve only ever been in your wildest fantasies. âIâve been waitingâŚâ, he continued. â...Waiting, since the moment I set eyes on you. Waiting to have you.âÂ
His voice was so deep and sensual - but suddenly the nervousness in the back of your mind began to overwhelm you. Had he? Had he really been waiting for you? Your already pounding heart began skipping a few beats at a time, fluttering at the thought. What if ⌠you disappointed him? What if he left this clearing tonight feeling as though the wait hadnât been worth it?
And just like that, you were not so sure about this anymore. Oh no.
You couldnât do this, could you? Look at him! Heâs beautiful! Were you beautiful enough for him? Why was he even looking into your direction with Shadowheart and Wyll around? Youâre absolutely no match for them. And he clearly knows what heâs doing and what heâs expecting is likely far more than you can give. What in the Hells could you possibly offer him? What if he didnât like being with a novice like you? What if he didnât like what he saw when you lay naked in front of him? Gods, you wanted him! But how much fun and pleasure would you be able to realistically provide for him, really? After all, you had no idea what to do, you have never even kissed anyone before!
You looked up into those ruby eyes, looking for reassurance, for safety, and found them⌠painfully devoid of that spark you came to love. You froze. His beautiful words suddenly felt so flat, calculated, and practiced. You didnât know if it was your sudden wave of nerves preventing you from going through with this, but you knew then at that moment⌠this wasnât right. No, he didnât truly want this.
âHold on - Iâm not sure about this,â you quickly said. That seemed to bring Astarion back to you - but not in the way you would have liked.
âThen what are you doing here?â Astarionâs surprising shift in demeanor caught you off guard. You took a step back, not expecting him to talk to you in that tone. His voice almost sounded condescending, indignant. Just like that, your walls that the vampire had managed to take down brick by brick over the past weeks began rising back up again. âI thought we had an ⌠understanding.â You took another step back when Astarionâs whole posture changed, going from seductive to dismissive. As if, now that he couldnât have you, he had no use for you anymore and by doing so he tapped straight into your biggest worry with pinpoint precision. You felt the impossible urge to explain, to salvage whatever tonight would have been.
 âI-I know, Iâm sorry âŚâ, you stammered helplessly. âItâs just⌠Do you really want to do this?â Astarion tilted his head, his frown deepening.Â
âNow why would you think I didnât, after all this?â He sounded irritated as he flung his arms wide, gesturing to nothing in particular.
âI donât know. Maybe you feel like you have to do this? Like - as payback for me letting you drink from me? Because I promise, you donât have to, I donât need anything in return.âÂ
Astarion crossed his arms and cocked his hip, sneering down at you.
âListen, just say the word and we can call it a night.â You were desperately looking for the right words, only for Astarion to speak before you could say anything. âBut if you want to back out, donât use me as an excuse for it. Youâve wasted enough of my time already.âÂ
His words felt like a slap in the face.
âIâm just not sure if I can give you what you are expecting, what you want.â Gods, you hated how desperate your voice sounded.
âBut why? What exactly is your problem?âAstarion kept pushing and something inside you snapped.
âBecause Iâve never DONE any of this before, alright?!â
The words exploded right out of you. The amount of emotions you were feeling at that moment was overwhelming: anger at him, disappointment in yourself, sadness about how this night suddenly took such a turn. You stared at him, breathing hard, your cheeks flushing. Neither of you spoke, Astarion only looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face.Â
âI⌠I am going back to camp,â you eventually said before finally forcing yourself to turn and leave.Â
Gods.
This had been a disaster. This was not how this should have gone! This should have been a night - your first night - of passion, exploration and fun with this Elf you truly cared for - and who now was most certainly angry and annoyed with you for ruining his night. Did you overthink it? Should you have just gone through with it? What if whatever you and Astarion had built over the course of these last few weeks was now shattered beyond repair? How could you have pushed him away in a moment that should have been so pleasurable, so intimate?Â
Getting sleep was not easy that night. And the next day, you and Astarion didnât exchange a single word. You knew your companions noticed. They knew something was going on between the two of you - but they were kind enough to let the matter rest and not ask you about it as you packed up your belongings and headed towards the empty Goblin Camp to enter the Underdark. With all enemies already vanquished, the day was uneventful, which made the silence between you and the vampire seem even more deafening.
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How, how could he have missed that? Astarion couldnât get that question out of his head.
It was the one question that had been whirling around in his head all day while the party had continued towards the Underdark, tensely ignoring the silence between him and Tav, who usually were bantering lightheartedly all the time.Â
Astarion watched them as they suggested setting up the camp for the night, the last night under the open sky for who knew how long.
How had he not picked up on Tavâs inexperience? He normally could smell a virgin from miles away! He knew the shy looks, the aversion to touch and his advances. But Tav? They threw him for such a loop! They gravitated towards him. And honestly ⌠he liked that.
Besides, he figured virgins didnât understand pleasure, didnât know how to pleasure themselves. But Tav obviously did! He had heard them moan his name, seen proof of their knowledge of their own body with his own eye. But most importantly: proof of their desire for him.
Astarionâs mind whirled as he paced in his tent. Why did they have to tell him that?Â
It should have been so easy. It should have been a plain-and-simple, routine night of sex and pleasure for Tav. But now they had to throw him that little piece of information about themselves and⌠Astarion stopped pacing. Heâd sworn off virgins long ago. That kind of innocence, it was too rare in the world. And after stealing it once from that sweet, darling boy⌠heâd sworn heâd never steal it from anyone else ever again. So he had learned to recognize and avoid virgins. His meager, unnoticeable act of disobedience to his former Master. It was the only thing he was proud of - if he could even call it that.Â
And, gods, the things he threw in Tavâs face? Shaming them for hesitating? What the fuck was he thinking? Their fierce leader, who stormed into a hagâs swamp with no hesitation, had hesitated before him. And instead of guiding them ⌠he had scolded them, even humiliated them. Astarion felt ashamed of himself - something he had never wanted to feel again, now that he was free. But he felt it nonetheless. He had to apologize. It didnât matter that he snapped at them in frustration because he saw his plan crumble, because he was scared, because he was ⌠disappointed. If he was honest with himself.
Because he was. He was disappointed that Tav wanted to back out. The realization hit him with a force he did not see coming. Yes, seducing them was part of his plan. Yes, he had used all his favorite lines at them. And also ⌠yes, he would have liked to sleep with them. A feeling he had not felt in ⌠gods know how long.
Tav had been so nervous, their heart beating so quickly and loudly Astarion had heard it before they had stepped onto the clearing. They were opening up to him. Trusting him. And he? He would have taken that trust and used it. He truly was a monster. Tav didnât deserve this. Despite how last night went ⌠he cared for them. His eyebrows flew up as he realized just how true that thought was.
He cared for them.
Shit.
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You sit by the fire, pondering last nightâs fiasco and todayâs unpleasant silence. Seeing how youâve got the second watch, you should probably be more vigilant, but your thoughts keep going back to last night. Which is probably why you donât hear Astarion approach.
âHello, my dear.â, he says in a low, almost careful tone, pulling you from your thoughts. You look up at him, not sure what to expect. âDo you mind if I sit?â He motions towards the log you are sitting on, toward the place beside you that he took many nights. Always choosing to be close to you instead of choosing any of the free logs. You shift to the side, making room for him. Again, feeling him so close to you, his arm brushing yours, it sets your whole body on high alert. You still want him - but you arenât so sure he really wants you anymore, or if youâre ready to forget the way he spoke to you. But regardless of the horrid tone he had taken you still feel that guilt and shame for letting him down.
âIâm⌠sorry about last night.â, you eventually say, even though part of you wants to wait for him to apologize first. He turns to face you.
âWhatever are you sorry for?â he asks, a bit surprised.
âFor backing out last night. I know we had an agreement and itâs not that I didnât want to, you know? Itâs just ⌠â with a deep sigh you turn your eyes towards him, and you are glad to see that spark in them once again, that spark that was missing last night. âIâll be honest, ok? I like you. I like you a lot, and ⌠I would have loved to have spent last night with you. But ⌠I also know I don't have much to offer you, in terms of sex. Weâve all been under a lot of stress lately, so I understand you probably wanted to let off some steam ⌠and Iâm sorry I messed that up for you.â Cheeks burning with embarrassment, you turn your gaze back to the fire. You sit in silence for a moment before Astarion speaks.Â
âNo. You have no reason to apologize for anything, my dear. I was quite out of line, inexcusably so. I should have relented the moment you had any doubt. I⌠apologize.â His words make you look towards him once more. Never had you heard Astarion apologize before, to anyone at camp, for that matter. âAnd I will do my best to refrain from feeding into this ⌠thing between us, if it truly makes you uncomfortable. I will cease my flirtations, I promise.â
âWhat? No, please donât?â you say quickly, unable to stop a shy smile from appearing on your face. âI ⌠quite like your flirtations. And I wanted to spend the night with you, you know. I still do. But ⌠let me ask you ⌠â The pale Elf patiently waits for you to find the right words. âDo you really want to sleep with me?â Astarionâs eyebrows go up, that surprised expression returning to his exquisite face.Â
âDarling,â Astarionâs tone is affectionate, reassuring, and hearing him call you this pet name with that sweet voice of his makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. âAre you really asking me that, after all I did? All Iâve said to you?â There is a slight edge to his voice now, though you canât pinpoint what it is. He smiles at you with one corner of his mouth raised slightly and you half expect him to laugh, but Astarion falls uncharacteristically quiet, so you speak.
âAnswer the question.â The amused smile on Astarionâs immaculate face disappears and gives way to a look of seriousness, of sincerity.
âYes. I do,â he says in a low but firm voice. âVery much so.â
Relief floods your entire body, the tension you felt all day melting from you.
âThen ⌠may we start over?â, you ask timidly with a smile on your face. Astarion answers with a gentle smile of his own.
âMy dear. There is nothing Iâd like more.â
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Little Sneak
Daddy!Azriel x Mommy!Reader [Zuzu Centric]
Summary:Â Anon Req: What about a part 2 to Sticking Together where all the children are older and Zuzu is upset about not being able to go to the camps like her brothers and cousins. Maybe she ends up sneaking off and gets hurt or something. Some lovely angst would be appreciated. Only if you want to of course, pls and thank you.
Warnings:Â Angst, suggestions of a child going to be harmed (child is not actually harmed)
Word Count: 2,357
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âWhy must all my children defy me?â Azriel questions, pacing the length of the room. Youâre almost dizzy with it, how long his strides are and how short the path heâs making is. Heâs nearly turning in circles now, wings flared with agitation, growing larger and larger the more he works himself up. When he nearly knocks a lamp burning low with a single faelight over, you slip from the bed.
You halt your mate with a soft hand to his shoulder. His wings tuck in tight, not because youâre going to touch them, because his body automatically moves to give you room. You take it, curling yourself against his chest, hands snaking around his waist and thumbing soothing patterns across the dip of his back.
You can feel his muscles contract as he shifts his wings to cocoon the both of you. Darkness shrouds you, but the light casts red through the membranous skin.
Itâs a safe place for the both of you, tucked away from the rest of the world without actually removing yourselves from situations where youâre needed. You and Azriel had found yourselves in this position many timesâwhen you first found out you were pregnant with Wren and Azriel was worried youâd have trouble delivering a babe with wings, when Baz nearly burned his hand on an unattended fire. When you had found out that Knox wasnât going to be able to speak, and when your eldest sons wanted to be allowed to train in the Illyrian camps.
Itâs funny that you find yourself here for the exact same reason. Your daughter, Zuzu, Mother bless her, yearns to join her brothers. Both Wren and Baz have completed a year, along with Nyx and Gideon. The four have formed a group just as their fathers had, not taking anyoneâs shit no matter how much larger in size they may be. With the High Lord on their side, the young boys got away with much more than they should, though Rhysand does his best not to stick his nose into matters that should be left to camp leaders.
Theyâve found their places as young warriors, and though they often get into trouble, you and Azriel are able to spend more time in Velaris, working on a schedule with both Cassian and Rhys, so that one of them is always staying in the family cabins when the boys are in training.
The beat of Azrielâs steady heart is strong, comforting, even though you know he feels as helpless as you do. Each and every one of your children are as stubborn as their father, even the more stoic of the six, like Jax and the twins. Malos could hold a grudge for ages, even against her own siblings. And poor Azriel refuses to admit that itâs a trait heâs bestowed upon the shadowsinger clan.Â
You squeeze your mate tighter, breathing in his comforting scent. Night-chilled mist from the long fly heâd had to take when Zuzu had told him the news. He hadnât wanted to hear any part of it; his firstborn daughter wanted to train with males in the camps that will do nothing to look after her well-being. They wonât care if sheâs beaten into the snow until sheâs unable to move, if she can train as hard as the males, if she can do aerial maneuvers better than them. All theyâll see is a little girl who should be put in her place by the only means they know how.
The females wonât take kindly to her either. Theyâll likely be jealous of the girl whoâs wings are in perfect shape, who has the ability to fly and train and doesnât have to spend back-breaking hours washing or cooking. No one but her brothers and cousins will be nice to her.
But sheâs determined and headstrong. Sheâd confided in you first, and while youâd tried to talk her into joining Valkyrie training, she insisted that if there were young girls here willing to fight and join such a cause, why wouldnât they extend the opportunity to those in the mountains? Your heart aches for your little girl, who wants to see the best in people, give them the chances theyâve long since needed. If she can encourage a single girl in the camps to join them as warriors, she will be proud.
âShe means well,â you sigh against Azrielâs chest, hugging him tighter.Â
âDoes she have to mean this well?â he asks, exasperation lining the frown on his face. He rubs your back in a soothing motion, and you know itâs helping him as much as it helps you. His chin rests on top of your head and a moment of silence stretches on as his shadows crawl from the walls, whispering in his ears, reporting back to him on how all of his children are under one roof, sleeping peacefully in their beds. âIn a few years, Asteria will want to follow, and I think Rhys will actually kill me.â
âI wonât let him,â you grumble stubbornly, but it doesnât carve a smile on Azrielâs face like it normally would. âAnd neither will Zuz.â
All your mate can do is sigh and hold you closer. âI hate that theyâre growing up.â
âMe too,â you answer sadly, rocking in place with Az. He caresses the nape of your neck, tilting your face to meet his sad, hazel gaze. âWhy didnât anyone prepare us for the part where our children start growing up?â
Azriel shakes his head, dipping down to kiss you softly, tenderly. You are always his rock in the storms of his life. Always will be.
âI donât know,â he pecks you on the mouth again, and thereâs a glint in his eyes that has your body growing warm. âI do know that we can have another. Then weâll have a little babe. It will make me feel like Iâm not so old, that our youngest arenât five-years-old.â He says it with a grimace.Â
The time is flying by, watching your children grow. Wren is a teenager now. A teenager, Mother help you all. And Baz is only growing rowdier with age. Zuzu wants to join her brothers and cousins in the camps, and Jax is still the stoic little boy youâve ever seen, focused on working through his powers daily. He still struggles sometimes, needs to cuddle up with his father or you for a moment's peace, and he hasnât shown any interest in being a warrior like his elder siblings, though if Azriel allows Zuzu to join, youâre sure he wonât be far along after. The twins are as inseparable as ever, stirring up mischief with their pesky little shadows. Itâs nice to have them all still so close, but you know it wonât be that way soon.
âCan you imagine another one?â You ask, amused at the thought. More chaos, and youâre not entirely sure how your six children would react. You already have so many, what would they think?Â
âYes,â Azriel answers, tone heated. He presses his hips more firmly against your own and you can feel the hardness of his cock in his pants. It makes your thighs go molten, especially when heâs looking at you like that. Like heâs going to both devour and worship you all night long. âLetâs put this conversation on hold.âÂ
You canât disagree with that.Â
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His shadows wake him up.Â
Azriel has gotten used to their presence, but his body is accustomed to them, awakening at the slightest sort of unease from them. Like right now.
He bolts from the bed, awakening you in the process. He almost feels bad at the hammering of your heart he can feel echoing in his chest, if it werenât for the fact that heâs been alerted that one of his children is currently missing from his home, and she hasnât been located in the darkness of the camp yet.
âWhatâs going on?â Youâre alert now. Thereâs something seriously wrong, by the look on Azrielâs face. The way that itâs set in stone yet his brows are furrowed with worry. Not the kind of worry where something is amiss in Velaris, but it looks like he had when Knox had been taken from you, the horror riddling his hazel gaze makes your stomach plummet.
âZuzu isnât in her bed,â Azriel answers, and heâs already dressed and heading out into the cold. You donât expect him to wait for you, the both of you have a way of attacking these things as a team now, and youâre safer here with the rest of the children, anyway, and he curses himself once again for allowing his children to train at the Illyrian camps.
He doesnât know how sheâs managed to evade his shadows this time. His children are sneaky, quickly learning and testing how to keep from his radar, but Azriel is 500 years old and prides himself on his alertness.
Up until now.
He doesnât even know where to begin. His mind is a mess with âwhat ifâsâ and he canât allow himself to begin pulling at that thread or he might very well decimate this entire camp.Â
He very well might, anyway.
Azrielâs already reaching out to Rhysand, waking him from his deep slumber and alerting the Inner Circle. He knows the High Lord will be here within minutes on a plume of black that no one wants to see. Zuzu has been Rhysandâs favorite from the moment she decided to toddle behind him into the longest meeting heâs ever had the displeasure of attending. But Zuzu had made it bearable, sitting in his lap and cuddling up in his arms like he wasnât discussing convicts in the Prison nor how his armies might be able to help Springs.
A soft yelp is carried on a wisp of darkness from his shadows, his head whipping to where theyâre alerting him. Itâs Zuzu, and sheâs whimpering a little as sharp nails dig into her coat, despite the thick jacket sheâs pulled haphazardly around her shoulders. Her boots are untied, and the powdery snow is downtrodden with her footprints.
Azriel moves as quick as the night. Heâs known for being undetectable, a whisper of a chilled breeze chasing through the trees. Tonight, though, he doesnât mask the crunch of his boots in the snow, doesnât smother the bright blue beaming from the seven stones adorning his armor. His knives are unsheathed at his side, steel singing for the promise of blood.
Thereâs a soft sound, like his daughter's cry has been muffled, and it fuels his anger, letting his body fill with black ink. It spills off of Azriel in waves, a death god come to seek his vengeance.
The clearing is a circlet of trees and fresh snow. The moon drips down into the open field, where Zuzu scratches at her captor. The female trying to pin his little girl to the ground hisses as her skin breaks beneath Zuzuâs nails. Azrielâs heart swells with pride as his daughter fights back, but this moment alone has made him realize that she does need proper training, and if she wants to join the ranks with her brothers and show all of these Illyrian swill what sheâs made of, she will get that.
Azriel doesnât recognize the female as he rips her away from his daughter by a fistful of hair. The female yelps in surprise, then screams in fear as she topples backwards, the avenging shadowsinger towering over her.
As if she thought she could get away with attempting to harm one of his children.
He feels the night air shifting behind him as he makes sure that his daughter is okay. Rhysand and Cassian appear before the female can gain her footing and take off, Cassian planting a foot in the middle of her back to keep her pinned to the frozen ground while Azriel consoles his daughter. Zuzuâs sniveling, fat tears rolling down her red cheeks as they escape. She doesnât want to cry, she doesnât want to show her father that sheâs scared, but they fall without her permission anyway.
âIâm sorry, daddy.â
Azrielâs heart cracks a little, molten lava of anger filling the cracks. This female wonât last the fucking night. And if she does, itâs because heâs going to make her death last as long as possible for even thinking of touching his daughter. For making her cry.
He hushes her, a soft noise that makes her clutch onto his shoulders tighter. Azrielâs not wearing a coat, but heâs used to the temperatures, and the adrenaline rushing through his veins helps quell the bitter chill. He sends a reassuring feeling down the bond to you and your relief flushes his body tenfold, his shoulders dropping slightly.
âAre you okay, my love?â Azriel asks her, wiping the tears from Zuzuâs eyes. He swings her up into his arms, pressing gentle kisses to her forehead as he pins the female to her spot in the snow with furious golden eyes. âAre you hurt?â
Zuzu shakes her head and his knees nearly give out with relief. He sways them back and forth, whispering reassurances into Zuzuâs ears until sheâs calmed down, before passing her off to Rhys who holds her just as tightly.Â
âUncle Rhys is going to take you back to mommy, okay, Zuz? Iâll be back in a little bit.â
She agrees, blinking up at him with her big eyes. Azriel watches her try to look over her uncle's shoulder to see the female spitting vitriol at Cassian. Rhys doesnât allow her gaze to see whatâs going on over there, instead drawing her attention to him, shifting her so she canât see, and disappearing into the night to bring Zuzu home.Â
Cassian crouches down to the female, grinding her face into the snow to stop the comments spewing from her lips. He whispers something so low that makes her entire body freeze, then thrash as if she actually has a chance of escaping.
Azriel steps up to her, a murderous look in his eyes, and he lets his blades do the talking.
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Bathing in the Sun
I was very inspired by @promtease newest fic where astarion is missing after a nights hunt and @nyx-knox sunlight , i had to sketch our beloved in this very relaxed and calm state, just letting the sun warm his soft skinâşď¸ also i am listening to @astarionposting playlists on youtube non stop while drawing , so i had to add patrick watson in thisđ
Basically u guys inspire me so much , thank you so much and i hope i inspire you tooâĽď¸
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â¨âĄď¸ âMagicalâ â¨âĄď¸
Act 3 UA Astarion x f!Reader | E | 2.6 K
đ¨ by @marimosalad | A gift for @nyx-knox đ
Summary: Lost in the vault of Sorcerersâ Sundries, you and your Vampire are trapped, not just in the maze of rooms, but by your many unspoken feelings. Itâs time to get free
CW: Implied break up with Gale, act 3 romance AU, Yearning and pining and feelings oh my, unrequited love, angst with a happy ending, biting feeding, first time as a couple, vaginal sex, creampie
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âFucking hells, weâve been here before!â that usual silken voice cracks with pissed off frustration.
Not that you blame him. Every room in this vault looks the fucking same. Sorcerersâ Sundries. Of course every g would be magically complicated.
âIt might beâŚâ you waver in your confidence. âUgh, if only Gale hadnât hurried ahead,â it pains you to say, to even mention your⌠well, your former lover.
âItâs his fucking fault we are in this mess,â Astarion huffs, cocking his hips as he scans the room. You can tell, itâs a forced air of calm. A thin veneer of that charm and fuck-all attitude you have grown increasingly dependent upon, especially with your mending heart.
Galeâs blind pursuit of ambition, of showing Mystra he was, in fact, worthy, had grown too much for your relationship to bear. So, days ago, you had ended it. Even still, you had to take him here to find the Annals of Karsus. At least Astarion had volunteered to stay by your side. His carefree approach to his problems had soothed your nerves⌠until you had learned more about his past, those details that had slipped past you, back when Gale had been your world. The vampireâs hunger, his suffering, his Master, his scars⌠his abuse.
And then, last night, his so-called siblings had come in the night. You wonât ever forget the way you woke to find Astarion prowling between you and their glowing red eyes. Protecting you. It was after fighting them off that something had⌠shifted in your companionship.
Since then, he had been your shadow, never more than a step away from you. Those crimson eyes always keeping you in their sights, or at least his periphery. And then, once the party got split in this labyrinthine mess of doors and trapped rooms, you were immeasurably thankful for his vigilance.
But it still means you are now lost in a room of glowing walls and identical doors.
Astarion snarls, fangs bared. âWhy canât I just stab something and get us out of here!â He is exasperated, and perhaps a bit⌠trapped.
You see it in the way his neck muscles strain, the way his chest rises and falls faster even if he doesnât need to breathe.
âAstarion,â you speak softly, your voices bouncing strangely around in the glowing walls. You can feel the very foundations of this vault built with magic, itâs in the air, in your lungs, and in your fingers. Made from the Weave itself. It calls to your sorcery, your magic.
He looks⌠almost helpless, those wide wet eyes that scan the glowing walls, the sweat that clings to his face.
âAstarion, speak to me,â you say gently. âItâs alright, we will find our way out, get back to the others.â
Astarion rounds on you, chest heaving as something snaps into place⌠or is it out of place. âYes Iâm sure youâre most eager to get back to the others⌠some unfulfilled need to yet prove yourself to Gale, darling? Hearts are far more fragile than necks,â he sneers, walking into the next room through a random door. You, heart aching at the accusation and mention of your old flame, hurry after him.
Itâs a large, octangular room, a chest on one side, display cases all around, shelves of scrolls all just waiting to be looted. But Astarion freezes, eyes vacant as he looks in disbelief. âI really thought this was the way back⌠that weâd get out of this maze from the hellsâŚâ
âAstarion, whatâs wrong?â You speak softly, drawing up and touching his arm. âMaybeâŚ. Would blood help?â you ask, quivering on the inside and shaking on the out as you pull at the forest green collar of your shirt. âTell me how to help you,â you watch as his crimson gaze darts over you until they look into your eyes. Then, he settles on your vein, and you can almost hear him counting your heartbeats without the tadpole connecting your brains.
You laugh gently. âItâs been a few nights since you asked or I offered to feed youâŚâ
âI mean⌠I didnât want to intrude. Youâve had a lot going on,â his voice sounds dry, his jaw clenching as you know he fights the hunger he struggles with daily.
âAnd you havenât?â You tease, gently and carefully making mention of the night's events. âWhat I went through pales in comparison. Gale and I,â you give an aggrieved sigh. âI only wish I hadnât given him as much as I did just to get him to see that he doesnât need this crown, he doesnât need to defy Mystra when he has me.â You pause, chewing your lip. âHad⌠me.â
You look into his face, those firm lines donât smile, his gaze is guarded and⌠for once you see his mouth still. Heâs listening carefully, not quipping or flirting or smiling.
âIâm⌠Iâm glad to be done with Gale in that way. Now I can just take my heart out of the mess and help him find this book.â You chew your lip again, those scarlet eyes darting from your gaze the instant your mouth worries on itself to watch.
But you keep talking. âYour strife is so much bigger, lest we forget that your siblings made a mess in our rooms⌠Iâm glad we could stave them off andâŚâ you keep biting your lip, dropping your gaze to the weird glowing pink floor, hesitating to say the next thing on your mind, âyou told me about what it was like for you as his spawn⌠about that year you spent in the coffin. Itâs no wonder youâre a bit frantic in here, feeling trappedâŚâ
You feel cool air on your neck first, his body drawing up behind you. Lips press on your vein then suck it to the surface. âI think I will indulge if you offered,â he says the words so quickly, itâs hard to make them out.
There is then, the icy breaking of your skin as he bites. A gasp slips from your lips, and youâre almost dead certain his bite is harder this time just to shut you up.
But it doesnât matter. Not the way your body instantly shivers with repressed pleasure as his lips pull your crimson, as his hands grip your shoulders back against him so you donât squirm out of reach.
âDarling,â he breathes, and that familiar moniker sounds more⌠pleading. âIâve been trapped for longer than youâve seenâŚâ You feel his hands tighten on your arms for a moment, then loosen⌠then roam up and down them.
You know he can taste it, hear it. The way your heart just jumped into your throat and the way your belly just lurched like you almost fell headlong over a cliff.
âT-trapped?â you clench your hands to keep them from shaking.
âOh yes, and itâs your fault, you know,â his lips lift from your wounds to press bloodied kisses along your shoulder. âIâve watched you and the wizard, my eyes following your every move, as your eyes followed his. I watched as your magics wove together, only to sunder apart now. At first, I didnât careâŚâ
He trailed off, moving his mouth to caress your other shoulder, nipping, not biting, the sensitive places near your short-pointed ear.
âBut the more you still cared for me, even though you and I were notâŚâ
âRomantic?â You guess.
âFucking,â he corrects with a slow, deep-bellied chuckle.
That word makes your body jolt out of control again, your own magic almost sizzling in your veins.
His laughter crescendo. âSo, you see, Iâve been trapped for a long while now. Watching you⌠waiting for you to care just a little more. Waiting for you to see yourself as worth more than being the next-best-thing that wizard could hope for. Youâre too good for that, too powerful for that.â
Gripping your waist, he spins you, and the hunger in his eyes makes you shiver, even as your blood is smeared from feeding. âDo⌠you still feel trapped?â you whisper, voice rough in your throat. As your gaze darts to his red and sticky lips. You wonder how you tasteâŚ
âDo you? Feel trapped that is?â he purrs down at you, hands winding to your back to pull you flush against him.
âNo, I feel free,â you swiftly reply, standing on your tippy toes to kiss those conceited lips. You taste metal, your blood is sticky and a bit sweet, but he barely lets the taste register before his tongue floods your mouth with it. Those movements of his mouth are familiar, nearly the same that have fed on you nightly on the road, but now⌠now they are transcendent.
You move your lips to match his, your tongue dueling with him until your head grows light. Vampires donât need to breathe, and he knows it. Itâs dizzying the way he consumes you, fierce and demanding. Like a starved man at a banquet.
Light headed, your knees buckle, and instantly his hands lock firmly to support you, bracing you against his chest. His scent fills your nose; that heady scent swallows you whole. Crisp and bright and sensual. Just like him.
He lifts you, and you jump into his arms. That well-fed vampiric strength is now a personal boon, one youâre eager to take advantage of. Magic tingles down your spine as he presses you into a column, his face pulling away, breaking the kiss, and making you whine.
âTell me you want this, darling,â he murmurs in sultry tones, those crimson eyes wide and pleading and brimming with unspoken feelings. âTell me itâs not an illusion, that you also feel the magââ
âIf you say magic right now, I might bite you back,â you tease, his obvious humor and tawdry flirtation making you giggle.
Astarion just gives that rakish smirk as he shuts his mouth and grinds his hips against your sex.
You suddenly flush, head to toe, hot and thrumming with instant need. Your mind whirs, not recalling the last time you had been with Ga⌠anyone else⌠you push the thought from your mind.
âDarling, donât wander from me in your thoughts. Just speak the magic words and Iâm yours,â he drops his voice into his chest, into that purr that makes you wet, âand youâre all mine.â Thumb and finger, so cool and callused, tenderly pinches your chin and brings your mouth to his.
You nod furiously, tears in your eyes as his mouth moves on yours, a sensuous dance that leaves you breathless. He lifts you, cradling you as your bodies lower to the floor, the shining sparkles of magic feel like static on your back. You arch, and not because of the strange floor. The way his hips lower into yours, his arms wrap around you. Heâs everywhere, the perfect crush of sinew and bone you had dreamed he would be when you werenât lying to yourself about your heart. This was right⌠this was what you craved.
âMy sweet, you have no idea how long Iâve wanted this, wanted you,â he growls into your mouth. Then he lifts away, breathless and sweating, his flawless silver curls mussed over his forehead. âTypically, I pride myself on a long first conquest, lengthy sessions of⌠stimulation⌠andâŚâ
âShut up,â you laugh, âI donât care if this last two minutes.â He swallows your giggle and girlish shrieks as he pulls down pants. âItâll be the most magical two minutes of my life.â
Astsrion tugs into your waistband and something tears slightly as he pulls them confidently and zealously to your ankles. âI promise you, little love, Iâll last longer than two minutesâŚâ
You reach to do the same for him, hand brushing the straining bulge in his leathers, making him hiss and whisper shockingly loudly.
ââŚ.Well maybe not much longer than two minutes.â
You giggle, freeing him from the fastened front. And your mouth salivates as your hand closes around it. Youâd seen his cock before, accidentally or slightly on purpose. Smooth and flaccid but definitely beautiful. But nowâŚ
âHells,â you groan, your fingers closing around it to feel just how smooth and veined and disgustingly hard it is.
âAll yours, my sweetâŚâ he chuckles, thrusting into your grip with the slightest push of his hips.
A wanton moan escapes you, unprepared as you are for that feeling.
It makes his smirk twist even more wickedly and only makes him thrust his hips again. Harder. With his eyes locked onto your face to watch the way yours flutter shut and your mouth part in another breathy moan. You open your eyes, and something seems to snap into place between you, his lips crash into yours, his hand gripping his cock at the base, teasing that flushed and leaking head against your folds.
Inch by sweet inch, he fills you, your breathing so quick and your eye so watery with unshed tears of bliss. Itâs all consuming, the way you meld into one another. You glance between your thighs, watching where his cock enters you. In⌠and out⌠every little roll of his body as you adjust to the feeling of him makes your nerves burn with static and your blood race at a gallop. Mesmerized, you lose all sense of time as he takes you, fixated on the sight of you two becoming one.
With a growl, his control slips, and he picks up the pace, lowering his body to crush you again. Faster, he drives thrust after thrust, making your vision swim. Not that you can keep your eyes open, too afraid youâll lose the feeling of him finally taking you. His lips press to your ear, rasping and husky as he speaks. âHells, youâre perfect. Tight and warm⌠better than Iâve dreamed of it.â
His words alone push you to the brink. You feel it, or orgasm, faster and harder and more insistent than any youâve ever felt before. The tightening of your belly and the blast of heat and wet that rages through you. You buck your hips, chasing it, catching the ridged head of his cock on your bundle of nerves just right.
You scream so loudly, youâre sure that these magic walls would crumble if they could. Back arching, voice breaking, you gush around him. And every thrust squelches loudly, even as they grow deeper and more erratic.
He lifts his head, those crimson eyes two pitch black centers as he growls a single worded question: âWhere?â
Lust clouds your head, thoughts too scattered by the delicious drag of him inside you for it to make sense right away. So his hands squeeze your ass, your hip.
âWhere?!â his voice breaks in desperation.
You answer, pulling him by his back to thrust into you deeper, harder, fuller. âHere,â you rasp.
The slacked-mouth smile on his face is burned forever in your memory as he lowers his head and pummels slower, more deliberate. He grunts, he gasps, louder and higher, the slightest whimper breaking from his throat as you feel him stutter and come inside you. Itâs wet and full, the way he throbs with every pulse of his cum to flood you.
A few slower drags in your walls, and all you are is wet⌠and happy.
And whole.
He kisses you gently, plush lips sucking and working yours as he grins like a fool. âDare I say⌠that was magical?â
You swat his arm, but laugh. For it was exactly that.
My lovely Nyx, thank you for trusting me your beloved Evelyn, for sheâs my spawn girlie and a treasure to write for, implied reader đâĄď¸
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WIP WEDNESDAY
Thank you for the tag, @nyx-knox!
Hereâs a bit from the sequel fic Iâm working on:
No one else is coming. Nothing else is going to happen. Thereâs no reason for the tension clawing along his shoulders and creaking down his spine.
He casts another cantrip, though between hours of the same, and her own, mortal body heat, the inside of his tent is warmer than itâs ever been. And he rather doesnât want that to end.
Yet it does, because their leader is mortal and needs to do things like walk around and eat and drink and relieve herself.
She mumbles something in her own tongue. Itâs nowhere near as elegant as his own Elvish, nor as stilted as to-the-point Common. It has its own smooth roll, though, and itâs nearly pleasant to listen to.
This man has no idea. No idea. But heâs gonna get there. Eventually.
Tagging @sasseffects @britonell @lyzelky @dajeong @simpyra
#these two shitheads#what shall we become#astarion#astarion has issues#the man is an onion#astarion x eleanor#slow burn from first to third base#theyâre both idiots#they're in love your honor#they just canât decipher their own emotions#yet
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