#vault: lynn ☆

[lynnlovesthestars]

Failures- Lucanis Dellamorte

“We have to bring Rook back” Spite is screaming as Lucanis leans for support to the nearest object, person, anything.

“Lucanis, stop ignoring me” Spite growled clawing at Lucanis’ brain more and more, trying to push him to do something, to take over, anything but sit idly waiting, Spite couldn’t wait. “Rook. Back. Now” He repeated and repeated as it was all dawning on Lucanis.

Rook was.. gone.

Rook was gone and he had not told them how he felt. Gone.

His chest heaved, nausea growing in his stomach the more the seconds ticked away, and Spite did not help.

“If you won’t do anything I will” Spite yelled louder hoping that that would shake awake Lucanis, cause Rook was gone and even though he hated to admit it, he needed Rook. “I will take over and I will do it” It was like a slap in his face, the tone that Spite used, as if he physically tried to spit at him, different from his usual creepy and whiny voice.

“Stop it” Lucanis’ barely whispered, cracking for the first time in weeks. There was a time where he promised he would never sound so broken again, yet in that moment he couldn’t hold it back.

“No.” Spite insisted. “I will handle this” 

“You won’t handle shit” Lucanis had to keep his control, be smart, he couldn’t allow Spite to take over and fumble the one thing he couldn’t allow to fuck up. “I will find Rook and bring them back” He swore as he held back the lonely tear at the crease of his eye as he promised himself he would not waste any more time.

He cried later that day, when the coffee high started to fade again, and his body felt heavy. How long had it been since he last sobbed so uncontrollably and his chest ached? Since he allowed himself to feel remorse?

He should have told them what he felt, he should have kissed them when he had the chance, he should have held them when they were there.. yet he failed.

[lynnlovesthestars]

For those who asked about my baby lynn

Lynn Wisteria Felix.

The art in the center is my drawing, so credits to me for doing one good thing in life<3.

Name: Lynn Wisteria Felix.

Age: 25.

Gender identity and Sexuality: Genderfluid, bi.

Pronouns: he/them.

Race: Changeling.

Class and subclass: Sorcerer, wild magic (chaos origin in the Bellowing Wilds universe).

Appearance:

Long white hair are braided carefully while leaving his overgrown bangs to roam free on his head. his eyes are like a void that eats your soul as you stare into them. His skin is pearlescent, almost looking like a sheet of parchment.

He's fairly short, 5'1 (156cm), and has a slutty little waist.

The particularity with him is in his right hand. Since he was a newborn his curse has manifested physically as a curious type of vitiligo. It started small, just a finger, and slowly expanded until it reached his shoulder and part of his neck.

He likes rings. In fact, he keeps a golden band on his middle finger. Talking about his hands, they are slender, the hue of the blood flowing underneath is a shadow on them. He keeps his nails well curated, grown in stiletto and painted with black lacquer. He wears tightly fitting button ups that usually have frills around the cuffs, yet always makes sure to expose part of his chest by leaving a few buttons open. He wears a necklace that he- let's say found before meeting his friends. He's very attached to it because of the resemblance with him. He wears leather pants that hug his body finely, matched with a pair of leather boots that keep the cuffs of the pants secured underneath.

Likes and dislikes:

He likes writing, he has kept a diary since he has met Jenneleth, his companion in countless of quests. he likes music, and humming while trying to stay sneaky is his biggest flaw, though his companions enjou his voice before bed as he sings them all to sleep. He despises lies, dishonesty, hurting weaker beings, and abuse. He also hates pickles.

Personality:

He's a sassy, straightforward person, never shying away from putting someone in line or giving his - most of the times- unwanted opinion. On the flip side, he has trust issues. He won't open up until he can be sure he's safe and you are not going to judge him. Beyond that he's a loving man when you get to know him, if he grows to call you his friend, he will make sure he's going to protect you at the cost of his life.

He's very insecure, and he will make jokes about it without hesitation, but to truly get to know him, you gotta dig deep and earn it.

Get to know him:

What is sadder than a lonely person? A lonely person that has lost hope.

Lynn was born in a small changeling village, where everyone took care of each other. He has grown in a very loving family that reminded him daily that his curse was okay.

Was it actually ok? No, Lynn grew up being bullied by his peers, especially when it came down to magic, which was supposed to be natural to him. Yet his inability to control the energy that flows through his body made sure he could never prove himself worthy. No one ever dared to defend him, until the lovely Tryx waltzed in and took his side. Little did he know she was going to be the reason he lost it all.

Years layer, when he turned 20, he was ready to settle down, maybe have kids, or maybe just travel with his beloved, yet when he was about to reach his happiness, tragedy had to push him off the ledger.

One night, he jolts up at the smell of smoke. Everything around him was too hot. He didn't hesitate to tumble down the stairs and search for his parent, only to be greeted by their corpses at the end of the last step.

He did all he could, pulling them out of the house and trying to save their life, but it was too late.

It was too late cause he looked around him, and his home was not the only building on fire. The whole village was burning down, families were exhaling for the last time when it dawned on him.

He never run so fast, skipping steps as he made his way towards Tryx's bedroom, but he was once more too late.

He gathered her, cradled to his chest, and brought her out. He sobbed for hours on her corpse until he realized he was lonely.

And that's where it began. He doesn't tell the tale of his travels, or how he gifted Jenneleth a necklace, or how he almost witnessed his world's apocalypse, nor how he ended up in faerun, but he's finally taking the chance and look for himself.

Rules:

-NSFW is ok only if u have your age in bio or i know you. All nsfw asks in anon will be deleted.

-no dub/non-con, LIKE EVER. Unless it's about a backstory. I wont rp anything that will harm lynn or any muse.

-please let this be a safe space for everyone.

Where to find me:

- @lynnlovesthestars where i normally post n write fanfics.

- @ask-karlachbear my Baldur's Gate 3 roleplay account.

I hope you have a nice stay, Lynn.

[lyrakanefanatic]

UMMMMM EXCUSE ME???

U BETTER BE JOKING.

A VAULT FOR GAMES UNTOLD???? IM ACC DYING.

IM SO EXCITED YAYYYY!!!! 🤭🤭

november seriously can’t come fast enough like i can’t anymore 😭😭😤

[thejudeduarte]

Tig tumblr is gonna go crazy when the Jameson card drops

[sophiesonlinediary]

if you’re hating on jlb and saying she is milking tig just shut up and don’t read the grandest game jeez let people enjoy this universe a little while longer

[lynnlovesthestars]

Tagging: @elaineiswithyou-blog @ask-althaearoserun @bhaalsbabe @spacebarbarianweird and whoever wants to join.

From: ???? TW: smut. Still in the early writing so it's missing the extra spice

"They could barely form sentences as Astarion took Lynn with such reckless abandon, their bodies chasing each other as if it was a tango that had to end with the two of them Tangled together.

The only sound in the room was the gasps and moans of the two as they got lost in each other, in their touch, in their lips, in their possession.

They didn't care if the whole neighborhood was going to hear them as they frantically took as much as possible of each other, as if all of that was going to randomly disappear from their grasp, leaving then with the kind of ache only the other would be able to mend.

They wished they could stop time, stay in that moment in time for the rest of eternity as they gasped desperately the other's name, as their eyes locked and pleasure rippled through them. It was so much for them, almost too much, when they were close, they didn't care if it had been a minute, 5 or 10, their minds blanked out when their orgasms overtook all of their senses like a crushing wave dragging back and forth the poor kelp from the seabed.

Their names were like a plea as they fell off their lips over and over again until their bodies found themselves laying close.

Lynn cradled Astarion to his chest, one arm wrapped around his middle, and the other lost in the loose and heavy curls."

wip tag game ✍

rules: post the last 7 sentences you wrote, then tag 7 people. tagged by @daechwitatamic (who was probably not expecting this to be lore and not something more interesting)

from less of them part 2: selfish

You gesture to one of the arrow slits in the wall, where the sunlight from the mid-spring sun peeks through the thick stone. You know that he knows all this–he sat through almost as many of your father’s history lessons as you did–but it helps to keep talking.

And to his credit, Yoongi listens patiently. He follows dutifully at your side, pausing to look at things you point out and nodding along where appropriate. You can’t show him everything–that would almost be impossible as the castle grounds are so large. But you walk him through parts of the gardens (“There are over 10,000 cherry trees on the castle grounds.”), and show him the fish ponds (“The fish have been imported from the Eastern Coastlands. Some of the koi are descendants of the original fish brought in when the ponds were built 300 years ago!”). You walk past the Queen Mother’s private residence in the southern part of the castle grounds and show him the knight’s barracks and the training grounds.

tagging: @oddinary4bts, @moccahobi, @btsmosphere, @daesukiii, and whoever else would like to participate!

[lovethornes]

when your card declines at therapy so the make you read the wine cellar flashback scene in the final gambit

[two-braincells-in-total]

I saw that some people here are worried that glorious rivals might be NA, because of the deleted scene of tgg and I wanted to explain why I highly doubt it.

First off, there are different levels of YA. A book which has target audience 12 yo will be different than one with target audience 18 yo. I'm pretty sure that the tig saga in general is something in between.

This means that there are different 'spice' levels in YA (tho I wouldn't call them spice, since it's still YA). It's a wide age range, from 12-18 (correct me if I'm wrong), therefore it has different intensity levels. For example, the Shatter me series is also YA and I think we can say that it was more explicit than the deleted tgg scene of Rohan and Savannah. Even then, there are still 13 year olds reading it and it's not a problem, because it still isn't NA, the scenes don't describe the actions after make out and undressing, which is exactly what YA means. Just because the make out session is a little bit more intense and is suggesting further action, it doesn't mean it's NA unless the further action is described explicitly.

Secondly, even if she wanted to separate the two trilogies (which would be a very bad idea on her part, because she'd lose most of her audience, so I doubt it), the first book of the second trilogy (aka tgg) is still YA, she can't say "oh, you read the cliffhanger from book 1 but can't read book 2 because you're underage, even tho I said that you can read the series". Authors don't just change the age rating of the books mid series. Between series of the same saga, possibly, even if it risky (the whole losing audience thing), but definitely not in the middle of a series.

It's okay if you're uncomfortable with higher levels of YA (which, honestly, it's looking like we'll get there in the next book, that I can't deny), but you can't say it's not appropriately rated, because she's just changing the intensity, not skipping to the next rating.

So, yeah, I don't think glorious rivals or any future book from the saga will be NA, I don't think she'd risk losing most of her audience. Even if she's targeting older audiences on purpose by potentially switching to NA, it wouldn't be in this saga, because people who read NA probably wouldn't read 5 books of YA before they get to the NA book. It would be a lose-lose for jlb to do that, so I don't think we have any reason to freak out about the age ratings.

She's just changing the intensity. Again, it's understandable if you're uncomfortable with higher levels, but it still counts as YA. YA doesn't mean only having a 1 paragraph long kiss every once in a while, for some books it means sexual tension without action, or the characters doing it, but only having their emotions described instead of the action itself (again, I'm giving Shatter me as an example of such YA book).

[lyrakanefanaticwriting]

sweet nothings - a grayson x lyra fic

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Grayson collapsed on the secluded hallway floor, gasping and panting like a dog as memories of Emily overtook him and whispered poisonous affirmations in his ear. It was all too much. It hadn’t been this bad in almost a year, but today was different. Today was October 18th. Averys birthday— and Emily’s death date. He felt every bit of control slipping out of his grasp, as Emily wrapped her arms around him. This is your fault, she whispered in a voice that would have been comforting if not for the words she was uttering. As soon as he saw memories of her crowding up his mind and blurring his vision, he escaped the party and went to the most secluded hallway in Hawthorne House, so nobody could find him. Tears started crowding his eyes as he grabbed his tie and attempted to loosen it, budge it, do anything to stop the laboured breaths from coming. Emily continued whispering, no, taunting, Grayson. Grayson, she whispered. Grayson. She continued whispering his name, each one getting louder, before he heard one last loud voice, one that wasn’t Emily’s, saying his name.

“Grayson.” A non taunting and tranquilizing voice said. Grayson looked up from his place on the ground. It was Lyra Kane, one of the contestants. She was looking down at him with wide eyes, and her lips were parted with shock and confusion. He felt an overcoming relief, and at the same time, level of distraught, that she was there. The second Grayson’s breathing starts to slow at the sight of her and his heart warms, Emily takes over. She whispers horrid words, and warns him away from Lyra, but he tries his best to push her down. For now.

“Grayson, are you okay?” She asks him, crouching down to be at his eye level. He coughs and shudders, so overwhelmed with relief that Emily had finally gone away, that he had completely forgotten about the fact that Lyra was seeing this. Seeing him, raw and horrible and trying to fight off past memories that still haunted him.

“I-I’m so sorry,” He said, still turned away, and too ashamed to look her in the eye. “You shouldn’t see this. You can leave.” Lyra made no sign of leaving, and instead, took his hand. Grayson is immediately brought back to Emily, and shudders with all her memories flooding his brain. He squeezed his eyes shut, not able to drown out the voices. Emily’s. Emily’s. Emily’s. Emily’s. And then, a new voice, warm, and strong, and soothing. Lyra’s.

“I can’t remember a lot from when I was a kid. Only some memories. But one thing that I will never be able to forget, that I remembered from start to finish, is when my father killed himself.” She says, her voice soft. Although the voices were still there, they dulled the slightest bit, and Grayson wondered if she was showing him her scars as an attempt to distract him from his own. But it was working. Emily receded slightly. Grayson was suddenly focused on the sound of her honey rich voice, and not the whispers still echoing through his head.

“I remember what happened before, and what happened then, but I tend to forget what happened afterwards. A lot of it’s a blur. And the truth is, it didn’t hit me that hard. Not at first. It’s only afterwards that grief started wearing down on me, harder and harder. I had my stepdad, but as I got older, Father’s Day became a more prominent reminder of his death. I used to avoid making Father’s Day Cards as a kid, cause trouble to get sent to the office, do anything, just so I could avoid the whole day. I never knew why before. I thought that I was just a horrible child who liked being rebellious on Father’s Day, but god, it was so much more than that. And not to mention my birthday.” Lyra said, laughing dryly as her eyes creased with sadness. Grayson stared into them, forgetting Emily’s whispers and focusing on the sparks in her deep brown eyes. It was insane, really, how she could save him from drowning, her voice an anchor that he could grab onto and never let go. She looked up at him, and Grayson suddenly felt steady and afloat.

“My father had shot himself on my birthday. From the ages 5-11, it never really crossed my mind, but the years after that, it hit me harder and harder. That excitement when I went to blow out the candles became replaced with a dreadful reminder of that fateful night all over again, and I would end every birthday crying myself to sleep. Every reminder of him stuck to my skin, and refused to let go. Every birthday became more of a reluctant celebration than one I was actually looking forward to,” She looked down again, suddenly becoming awkward and tracing her fingers on the hardwood floor. “To this day, I haven’t celebrated my birthday in years. It’s too difficult.” Grayson stopped to think, mulling over what she had said with a frown. Then, he remembered his panic attack from a mere few moments ago, and how she had saved him from the same memories that she still experiences to this day. Her voice was a river that carried him out to sea, and Grayson realized now that she had successfully managed to make Emily almost recede completely. He also realized, with a jolt, that her hand was still on his, and he suddenly held on tighter, squeezing. Lyra blinked out of her trance and stared down at their hands, her lips parting. Then, she suddenly squeezed her eyes shut and brought them back up to Grayson’s. She scooted closer on the hardwood floor, making Grayson heart pound in his chest, as she gazed up at him.

“What about you, Grayson? What happened?” She asked him. Grayson realized suddenly that Lyra had called her Grayson. Not Mr. Hawthorne, or Game Master, like she had been doing so far in The Game, but Grayson. He stared into her eyes, a sudden calm overtaking him, and forgot about Emily’s whispers. All he could feel right now was the warmth of Lyra’s hand in his, and his racing heart. As well as the fact that, although he tends to push people away, he couldn’t help but think, what if I bring her closer?

“I know grief too. Not just with my grandfather but also with… a girl I once knew.” Grayson paused there, watching Lyra for her reaction. He wasn’t sure why. Lyra didn’t give much of one, but her eyebrows did raise slightly, and she straightened the slightest bit. “Her name was Emily. I wish that I could say that she was just a normal girl, that she didn’t hurt me, but she did. She played games with me. She put me on a pedestal some days, and then acted like I was garbage others. Yet the only thing that I’m ashamed about is that I let that happen.” He finished, inhaling sharply. Her eyebrows creased, and she gazed up at him with a look that almost seemed as if she was seeing something familiar. From this close, Grayson noticed things about her that he hadn’t before. Like the way her brows furrowed when she was thinking, and how full of thought her eyes were.

“But I can’t say all memories of her were bad. There are some things that I could never forget, like those summer nights where we would invent games to play outdoors, or those times that we would have strawberries in the treehouse and just talk.” Grayson added quietly, thinking back to those days. Lyra frowned.

“But now that she’s gone..” Grayson said, trailing off. Lyra finally met his gaze, and spoke like she was speaking from experience.

“Summer nights are colder, and strawberries are less sweet.” Lyra finished for him, familiarity and guilt clear in her eyes. Grayson blinked at her with surprise, and nodded. She nodded back and expelled a breath, closing her eyes for only a moment before speaking.

“Those things aren’t your fault, Grayson. We can’t help how others affect us at times.” She said, looking up as if telling a familiar tale. Then, she turned back to him with a smile. “You know, I always knew you had that solemn streak in you, Hawthorne, but I never knew it ran that deep.” Grayson’s lips lifted by a hair, and he exhaled slowly. Finally, Grayson thought with a smile, Here comes the familiar quips and comments from her.

“Yes, well, you don’t get that monotonous on purpose.” Grayson retorted, in deadpan. Lyra blew out a laugh and her smile grew, and even Grayson was wearing one now. His hand was still holding hers, and the sudden realization of her warmth washed over him all over again. Their eyes drew towards each others again, a clash of blue on brown, and they stayed like that, close together, hand in hand, for a few moments more. Whispers echoed through his brain of the past panic attack, threats and attempts of guilt tripping from Emily, but Grayson ignored them all. Instead, he listened to his heart, and what that was saying. Without thinking, Grayson suddenly drew Lyra closer, wrapping his free hand around her lower back. Lyra seemed taken by surprise for a moment, before she raised her head, meeting his gaze. Her eyes flickered from his left to his right, before they landed on his lips.

“We really are something, huh?” She said with a snort, quickly flickering her eyes back on his and smiling to cover up her slip-up. He held her gaze, need and desire and all of these new, unexpected feelings crowding his head, before moving closer. Lyra moved with him, and all of a sudden, their lips were on each others. Her hand let go of his to wrap around the back of his neck, and Grayson abandoned all thought. He wasn’t thinking of Emily, or her hateful words, instead, all he could think about was how soft her lips were. His heart pounded in his chest as the kiss drew on, until finally, they separated. Lyra gazed up at him, an awkward and shocked look on her face, before resting her head on his shoulder. In a few minutes, they would have to get back to the party. In a few minutes, they would have to separate. But at that moment, all Grayson wanted to do was soak in the moment, as well as the sound of her heartbeat so in tune with his, and reminisce on when the next one would arrive.

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YES YES I KNOW I HAVE REQUESTS IN MY INBOX AND DRAFTS BUT I HAD THIS IDEA AND HAD TO WRITE IT RIGHT AWAY BC I LOVE THEM 💗💗💗

[gergthecat]

Jameson, filming on his phone: So, it’s like three AM here and the plane is just landing.

Jameson, turning the camera around: Um, in other news: Avery Kylie Grambs, American billionaire, has her fucking grippers out.

Avery: Don’t call them my grippers, Jameson.

Jameson, removing one sock with his other foot: Avery’s got her fucking dogs out in the open over here.

Avery: Jameson.

Jameson, now with his toes intertwined with hers: I love love.

Avery: sigh

[luminewhosthat]

HUSBAND AND WIFEEEE OMGGG!!! WHY DO BOTH OF THEM LOOK SO HOT???!! FATHER AND MOTHER SLAYEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

AND THEY BOTH HAVE HEART CARDS SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

[lynnlovesthestars]

One and only.

Pairing: Astarion x fem!reader

Genre & warnings: smut and fluff, post act 3, soft Astarion, fingering, slight overstimulation and orgasm denial, unprotected sex, a lil of anxiety? and thinking but lots of love too, blood, biting.. I don't think there's more?

Words: 4.4k (damn i didn't think it was that long oof.

Healing is a slow process, but with you it's a little easier.

Astarion paced back and forth in front of the tent, weighing the words that were floating in his mind, the feeling that pooled in his stomach and shoved off the fear hidden in the back of his mind.

You were different because you cared about him. You reminded him every night before you'd close your eyes and fell asleep in his arms, and you respected him like none ever did. You reassured him whenever he'd ask you if you were still okay to wait for him until he was ready to try again with sex, and he was oh so grateful for it.

It's been around three years since you were free of the tadpole, you'd grown so much together: patching up each other's wounds while learning how to love. You taught him to be intimate without bedding you. You taught him how caresses could be so much more than sex.

He looked around the camp, you called your old companions for another adventure, helping you find a cure for vampirism, and they all eagerly accepted.

Aylin and Isobel were the only ones missing, literally.

You found a nice spot in the underdark, glowing mushrooms of pretty colors decorated all around you, and the circular cave was just perfect enough for the bunch of you.

You were fumbling around the fire, trying to roast a boar leg you got at a small merchant you found on the road.

Gale was trying to interfere with that boar leg cooking process, but you didn't want to hear him, especially after you had to live off his particularly unsavory stew for months, this time you were taking the metaphorical chef hat and feeding everyone with your newfound skills. Three years away from adventure had to be filled one way or another.

The camp was always lively, that's one of the perks of being so many.

Wyll was playing with Boo, while Minsc and Jaheira were playfully fighting over something dumb. Karlach and Halsin were fast asleep next to the fire, snoring loudly between Gale's words.

Lae'zel and Shadowheart were discussing as always and, though everyone was too distracted to hear him, Astarion was still mumbling to himself while pacing.

The dinner was great, you could see it in the eyes of everyone as they bit into the tender meat and shared stories. Minsc was deep into another tale of Boo, Jaheira and him as your eyes wandered to Astarion, which still hasn't had his dinner.

You couldn't see him, until you noticed that the oil lamp in your tent was on, and his shadow was fixing something around the tent. For what you knew he was moving the pillows scattered around, in a way that you'd be more comfortable while he fed.

They all knew at this point that you'd let him feed off you on daily basis, it started back while you were on your way to Baldur's Gate back then, and you took the habit so much that at a certain point you didn't even feel dizzy after he'd been done.

You excused yourself as you made your way to the tent, it was one of those nights where you needed an extra long hug, and a few kisses on the forehead.

When you opened the flap of the tent, he was still fighting with a pillow, trying to fluff it up just how he liked it, but failing. He was glad that he learned how to hide his emotions, shoving the tension down and away.

You kneeled next to him, placing a hand on his before taking the pillow from his grasp.

He followed your movements closely with his eyes, as you put the pillow on the floor.

He didn't know what he expected to see, but to watch you punch the pillow relentlessly, was definitely not on the list. Though after you were done, the pillow was somehow perfect. Was that how his pillow was always extra fluffy?

You gave him a soft smile before you tossed it next to the others, which you noticed were arranged differently, making something closer to a nest, than your usual layout.

You both didn't speak, you were so close that you'd know just by looking at your bodies, or the way your face crunched, and yours clearly said "cuddle".

In a matter of seconds, he pulled you in his arms before scooting closer to the pillows to rest there.

He loved the way you'd make yourself comfortable on his lap, how you wiggled for a moment before finding that nook where your head rested perfectly on his chest, and the way you would hum when you were happy with the position you chose.

He could live off just of that pretty sound that would come out of your lips.

You were so absorbed by the closeness that you didn't notice the barely perceptible hesitation in his touch, as he slowly turned your face to him, making sure you could hold eye contact for a moment.

The eagerness and the pure undevoted love were fighting with the fear, the fear of reliving those nights he tried so hard to forget, but at the end of the day, he needed you. He needed you more than he feared his nightmares, he needed to feel you around him, he needed to let you feel his love, his devotion, all of him.

If there was one person that he wanted to love so deeply, it was you.

So many times he thought of trying to have sex again just to see if he still was disgusted, but only with time he was able to realize that he wasn't disgusted by sex, he was disgusted of being stripped of his chance to back away. And the more he got to know you, the more he grew closer to you, the more he longed for you, in every way. It was no longer the need for release or just the fucking without attachments, he wanted to make love with you. He wanted to hear you moan his name like a chant, he wanted to feel your hands reach were no one was ever allowed to: tracing his back, on the dip of his lower back, around his hips, at the center of his chest, where his heart, your heart, resided.

There was no one else he desired like this, the idea of other people, or having other lovers but you, made him retch. He didn't want love unless it came from you, he didn't want sex unless it was you making him feel lightheaded. Of course it took him a lot of time to understand this, and a lot of work around his feelings, and his body, and you never shied away from any of his attempts to push his boundaries.

You helped him reshape the ideas of the smallest things, down to skinship.

Even after hours of brooding on how to ask you, he found himself speechless at the sight of your soft eyes filled with love, and the peaceful smile you gifted him. He was mesmerized.

It took him a second to just recollect, as he took his time ingraining in his mind that look he loved so much.

"My love" He whispered as he cupped your cheek, making you lean into his touch. "I've been thinking a lot" His thumb traced your cheekbone ever so slightly, drawing a delicate humm from you. He had planned a lot to say but as you leaned close, the speech was already out the window. So he just lowered you on the bed, and crashed his lips to yours.

It took you a second to process the unexpected movement, but a second later you were lost within his kiss.

Initially it was rough, the way he gripped on you, like an instinct that he could barely control, full of yearning and need, but slowly, the more you relaxed in his arms, savoring the taste of his kiss, the more he would slow down, like a love poem traced with his whole body.

His hands would graze over your hips, your shoulders, your neck, every bit of exposed skin was being caressed by his slender fingers, holding and molding your body like it was putty.

He rested his forehead against yours as he caught his breath, and allowed you as well. His eyes were closed as he was lost in your sweet scent.

It took him another long moment before being able to control his breath, regain his senses as his head was already spinning away.

"My love, allow me.." He breathed ooutsweetly as he latched his hand around yours, your fingers intertwining in his like an instinct. "Allow me to feel you." He placed a soft kiss on your cheek. "Allow me to make you mine" The words came out almost as a plea, like a starved man that was in front of a banquet and forced to resist the need. His lips traveled to your neck, resting where he'd usually drink from you.

"I'm already yours" You whimpered as you could feel his teeth graze, sending a shiver down your spine. You could feel the pit of your stomach bubbling with tenderness, as his eyes were rounder than usual, and his gaze was soft. Though there was a yearning feeling in the bottom, drowned momentarily by the adoration.

So many nights you had to leave the tent to take care of your needs, as you didn't want to burden Astarion with it. You wanted him to be fully there as he helped you release all that pent up tension, not just a shell of him. You craved his love, not his body.

You had to resist the very urge to push your hips against him, even though he was asking you already. You wanted to make sure he was truly okay before making any movement.

He groaned as he tilted your neck, pressing his lips right under your chin, and descending between your clavicle. He wanted to worship every millimeter of you, no skin would have to go unkissed.

"I want to make love to you, my one" He left a bite on your shoulder, no teeth were deep enough to draw blood, but definitely enough to steal a delicious mewl from you.

His words made your heart roar.

You raised your head enough to catch a glimpse of his eyes, now sultry, half closed as his lips still rested on your skin, dropping sweet kisses right where he was.

"Mh, you sure?" You asked as your body basked in the attention he was providing.

"Like I've never been before. I dreamt for so long to have you wrapped around me" He moved again, until your chests were against each other, and your noses were meeting. "I want no one else but you. I want to know what having the love of your life so close, so vulnerable feels like" He placed a quick kiss on your nose. "I just want to get lost in you, to hold you like I've never held anyone" his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight to him, like he wanted to merge your bodies. "I want to be one with you" He whispered as he closed his eyes again, inhaling your flowery scent mixed with his.

Your heart was pounding so loudly against your rib cage that you would have sworn he could feel it without leaning in.

You wanted to sound louder, but as your lips opened to say that yes, the sound came in almost a strangle

by all your emotions.

Astarion's eyes glimmered with a light you've never seen before resting there.

He was gentle as he undressed you, every inch that was being revealed to his eyes, was met with his yearning lips, drawing all sorts of pleading sounds from you. Your body was already shaking like a lire string as it was touched, and your lips chanting a melody for him.

His descent was agonizingly slow, but what struck you was how his movements were.

You knew he was well versed in sex, but the way he was caressing, tracing, kissing, biting, was the one of a man that was trying to listen to your reactions, to savor the tiniest sensations, to learn his lover, such a difference from the confident man that fucked you senslessly in a forest three years prior.

It was no longer about repayment for the feed or protection, it was pure undevoted love in each touch.

Just with those miniscule attentions, your heart was swelling for him, and little did you know that he was hitting him as well, all your emotions flowing around you in the small space of the tent.

Your clothes were soon on the other side of the floor and you took your time admiring him in all his beauty: the way his chest was rising, the way his skin was covered in small old marks, so carefully healed that you wouldn't be able to discern them unless you would be trying to remember his every pore.

"Gods i wish you could see yourself through my eyes right now" He sighed. "I've seen you naked so many times, but right now? No goddess could compare next to you" He kissed your navel delicately as his fingers were grazing your thighs.

You could feel your cheeks igniting at the praise. You wished for a moment you still had that tadpole eating your brain, just for a second to show him the true vision. His body was so perfect in front of you, the truly breathtaking view. You could have sworn he would have made such a perfect painting.

Before you could open your mouth though, he was praising you again.

"No words would be enough for me to explain how every curve of your body makes me ache for you, my one" He leaned forward, placing wet kisses from your neck, down to your hips, over and over again until his name was a broken mewl from you lips.

He stopped between your thighs, taking his time to spread you wide open for him. He kissed that spot that caught his mind right away, that perfect dip of your hips, where stretch marks were concentrated.

He hummed as he couldn't help but graze them with his teeth, stealing one moan that made him almost melt.

Then agonizingly slowly he kissed the inside of your thigh, trailing kisses until his nose brushed against your clit. You wanted to beg for him to eat you, but his head turned towards the other tight, repeating the tantalizing trail of kisses until he reached for your dripping cunt.

"You are so ready for me" He kissed right above your clit, teasing you more and more. "But I have to dine first" a finger gently traced the outline of your lips, taking his time before dipping it between your folds, and earning a moan. It was so long since someone touched you, you could feel your whole body clench at the smallest touch.

He kissed your thigh again, sighing at the softness of your skin. You were so wet he just inserted another finger in you and started pumping in your pussy, drawing those perfect moans from you again, music to his pointy ears.

Then as he added another finger, his teeth sank in your plush thigh. All of your senses jolted up, amplifying everything as he started drinking from you.

His slender fingers reached right where he made you cry in pleasure, as you slowly gave in to the lightheadedness.

As he kept feeding, he still worked you like he knew every movement that would make you whimper, drawing always so near to your orgasm before pulling away.

Moments later he finally let go of your thigh, his teeth slipped away from the pricks they had made home in, and licked away the rivlet of blood still spilling from the new wound, causing your body to arch even more under his tongue. You were so close, so desperate to come you'd chant his name like a prayer, just so he'd taste you.

Instead he pulled out his fingers, taking one at a time in his mouth and sucking your slick off of them.

"You are delicious, my love" He moaned as he popped each finger out of his lips.

You were on edge, so tempted to take control and ride his face until you'd come on his lips, but you had to restrain yourself, you wanted him to guide you through it, you wanted him to have full control of his and your body.

His tongue reached for the rivlet of blood on his lips before pulling you in his lap, your thighs wrapped around his hips like they were made just for that. You could feel his erection press against your folds as he pulled you closer.

His lips and yours clashed together in something that was akin to a slow dance, your arms wrapped around his neck, while his held you by your hips.

You could drink the sighs he was letting out, the smile he grew in that intimate moment, the reason why he wanted you in this position.

For months he tried to imagine how he wanted to make love to you, how he'd feel the safest, and his mind always came back at the idea of your chests against each other, your lips so close he could kiss you, but also where he could hear your moans the closest. How he wanted you to rest against him as he whispered how perfect you were for him, he wanted you. All of you. All of your warmth, all of your skin, all of your sights, he wanted to see how he was affetting you, and how you affected him. He wanted to lift your chin, to kiss your neck, he wanted the both of you to find respite in the tight hold.

Seeing you so close to him, so vulnerable just how much he would be, it was how he wanted it to go, cause this for him was like a first time. He wanted to be overwhelmed by you, as you consumed him.

He wanted to feel his home in you. In you and only you.

He took a moment, resting against you, clinging to you like you were going to disappear from his grasp.

"If you want to stop, you just have to say it, my star" You whispered as you rested a hand in his hair, drawing circles on his scalp as he breathed in your scent, that was slowly mixing with the smell of sex.

"No my love, I'm just bathing in you before doing anything else" He admitted, placing a kiss on your neck, where he was resting his head.

"I don't think I could ever exchange this for anything. No power, or castle could compare to the home I made in your heart". His words were warm, caring, just like scorching fire against ice.

"I love you" You murmured as you caressed his cheek, and brought him back to you.

"I love you too, my one" He kissed you slowly as he guided you up. Bringing you to rest your forehead against each other as you slowly sank on his length. A gasp simultaneously filled the tent, so loud it could wake up everyone, but you didn't care. The air was pulled out of your chests, as you clinged on each other.

You both waited a moment before doing any movement, both overwhelmed by the closeness and the pleasure.

You wrapped around him so perfectly, he could barely keep any control over his body, his mind or his lips.

"Mh so perfect for me" He whispered sultry, as he guided you through the slow movement, allowing him to bottom out before having your hips meet his again, stealing another breathy moan.

It was slow, tender, so much that you could feel your eyes become glassy.

Nothing could ever compare to the fire that was spreading around your body as he picked up pace, stealing everything from you. Your air, your whimpers, your heart, over and over again.

He wanted to savor every inch of you, he would allow himself to fill you to the hilt, as he threw his head back.

"M-mine" He lulled as he couldn't resist the urge to go faster, his body loosing control of his movements.

It became all so sloppy, ragged as he grasped at you ass, his nails sinking into your skin as he slapped his hips against yours.

"This is what you do to me" He rasped as he lolled his head back. His hair wild as some curls fell on his face. His mouth agape as he choked praises.

Sweet gasps echoed between the syllables of your name, as he submitted to the pleasure.

He wanted to scream, to let everyone know you were his and no one could ever coax those sounds from him like you did, so effortlessly.

Your fingers twirled naturally around his curls, pulling his head to yours as you deepened the kiss along with your movements, savoring the taste of his lips and sweat as you made him see the stars.

You drank each other's moans with your lips as you completely gave away to the pleasure, as you gave all of you to each other.

You could barely register who was directing, cause your bodies just felt like one. Molten lava simply mixing as it burned hot like the hells.

You were so close, your whole body shaking as you could barely form a proper sentence. "L-love y-you" You muttered though your tongue felt indescribably heavy and light simultaneously.

You were drunk on him, your eyes rolling back as he hit that spot that could make you come undone. He worshiped every inch he could reach with his lips, making sure your body was left with a memory of the night, of his trust, of his love.

"You fill me so well" you praised with the last bit of your sanity, stealing the most precious sound from his lips.

Euphoria washed over Astarion as he was high on the feeling of your pussy clenching uncontrollably around him.

He pumped in you insatiably as you could feel it build up, the familiar knot as your muscles tensed up, feeling the heat rise and your legs shake.

You were not sure what it was, maybe it was the moaned praises, or his touch, or the way his hair bounced as he sank in your, but you felt your body being stripped of all the flesh, pleasure taking it's place as your orgasm washed over you. Your head rested on his shoulder as he was still lost in you, so close to his own release.

You knew that the only sound in the camp was your skin slapping, and the lustful sounds you'd make for each other.

The frenzy turned into a slow-burning passion, his hips rhythmically pounding in you as his lips met again with yours in a matching kiss, your moans mixing in the middle as you could feel it again, your orgasm building so quickly you barely had time to process how sensitive you were.

You let go of his lips to admire how his mouth parted, a series of whimpered moans fell from his lips as you could feel every inch of you being dragged away in the second orgasm at the sole sight.

His hips stuttered once, twice, before the arrogant orgasm sent him to the moon, spilling all his cum in your warmth.

He stayed in you for a few more moments as he processed how elated he felt.

There was no one else in the universe that would make him feel so safe, so loved. He was gentle as he laid with you in his arms, drawing shapeless lines along your velvety skin.

He couldn't hold back the tears that were forming at the edge of his eyes, as he held this night so close to his heart. For him, this was his first time, and it was with you, his other half.

You noticed right away when the first few tears started tracing his skin. You were so afraid of his reaction that this was like a shock to you, in a way.

You prayed the morninglord he wasn't already regretting the intimacy, maybe he didn't feel what you felt: that sense of belonging, the overwhelming love.

You cupped his cheek as you caught a tear with your thumb. "Are you ok, my star?" You whispered as you took away another and another with tenderness that made Astarion even more emotional.

He slowly met your gaze, his eyes so soft and his lips curled in a tender smile as the droplets still descended down his cheeks.

"I'm perfect, my love" He rested his hand on yours, clasping at your fingers and bringing them away from his cheek.

"Why are you crying?" You offered a reassuring look, the one he learned meant that you were a safe space where he could speak his mind unfiltered.

"I dreamt of this nights for months, how I would ask you, and how I'd hope this would carry out" He exhaled for a moment as he toyed with your fingers.

"And none of those dreams could ever get close to this" His smile was getting wider, accentuating those lines you loved so much.

"I don't care for sex, unless it's with you. Unless it's loving you with every inch of me, unless it means undressing ourselves and being exposed in all our vulnerability. Unless it means I get to feel you become part of me" You were absorbed by his words and his eyes, that you didn't notice he let go of your hand to hold you closer.

"You are the other part of me", He let out shakily. "I might even say you are the best part as well." He kissed your forehead tenderly. "You are my one and only" He whispered at last as he dragged the blanket he had left on the side, on your bodies. You murmured something between a love confession and a praise as he lulled you to sleep in his embrace.

You were fast asleep as he finally remembered what he was forgetting.

He summoned a mage hand, trying to be as silent as possible. The ghostly arm reached under one pillow and pulled out the velvety box, before shoving it in Astarion's backpack and dissolving its form.

"Tomorrow" He noted in his mind. "Tomorrow I'll ask you"

[hathorneheiress]

Seems proof enough we found the surprise!

Good job everyone!!

[lyrakanefanatic]

guys did anybody pre order the special edition of games untold? idrk how it works but i do know that if i can get this book from my library (if they even get it 🙄) it’s gonna be the standard one but i REALLY wanna read the “max and hilarity” deleted scene (and ofc the grayson leather pants one) so i would love to know who preordered it and see if they can take photos of the deleted scenes and send them to me 🫶🫶 (ps. im only asking cuz im broke and also my mom doesn’t like when i buy books so i have no other choice 😢😢)

[thejudeduarte]

Okay....how old is Toby in tig? I'm asking for no reason....no reason at all....🤭

[sophiesonlinediary]

i hope jennifer lynn barnes does something before tgg like a guide to the game i feel like that would be cool and we can get answers for how the game works