Rest

Rest

Christian Yu x Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC

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Warnings: DID, Mito, depression, fluff, mention of medication, mention of vomiting, anxiety, nudity, slightly steamy?, like a cup of tea left out for a while level of steam, COMFORT, established relationship

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Your bones cracked as you stretched in your soft bed. A weight on your waist is what kept you grounded as you woke up. You finally squinted your eyes open, looking down to see Christian’s arm across you as his face was nuzzled into your side. You yawned, slowly getting out of bed, you made your way to the kitchen. You reached for yours and Christian’s coffee mugs before you felt a sluggish pair of arms wrap around you. You jumped, sucking in a sharp breath out of surprise. 

“Good morning.” you whispered as he leaned his head against the top of yours.

He didn’t respond, which you found odd, but you shrugged it off. You moved around slowly, Christian attached to your back as you waited for the coffee to finish brewing. Christian slipped his hands into yours, anxiously playing with your fingers.  You frowned a bit.

“Are you ok Christian?” you asked, turning around gently so you could remain in his arms.

His head was down but you could see the dark circles under his eyes. You reached up, tilting his chin slightly. When his eyes finally met yours they were big and glossy. They searched yours fervently. Instantly you pulled him into a secure hug.

“Mito darling…” you mumbled into the crook of his neck as his strong arms wrapped themselves around you. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Tired.” he whispered back to you. 

You nodded as you pulled away. You tilted his chin down a bit so your lips could mesh with his momentarily. He kissed you back sweetly.

“Let's get this and go back to bed? Sound good?” you asked him.

He nodded, letting go of you to carry both coffee mugs back to your shared room. You grabbed a tin of strawberries from the fridge before following him. He took his shirt off as he crawled back into bed. You picked up the shirt he flung off and slipped it on. He watched you, smiling softly at the cute action. You plopped down next to him as he wrapped his arms around you. 

“Can we stay in bed today? I don’t want to go outside.” he asked quietly as he kissed your cheek before you gave him a strawberry. 

“We can stay in bed all day on one condition.” you said to him. 

He raised his eyebrows at you as he chewed. 

“We go on a walk later, just a short one. Around the block maybe? Or by the river?” you asked hopefully. You always tried to get Mito outside even if it was only for a bit, you knew how much he liked to isolate. 

Mito didn’t respond for a moment before you pressed your lips to his shoulder, “Please?” you asked. 

He nodded, “Can we get boba on the way back?” 

“We can get whatever you want lovely.” you smiled at him. His lips twitched up softly as he pressed a strawberry to your lips. You bit off half before he took the other half. You turned on the tv popping on a movie you hadn’t seen in a bit. You weren’t really paying attention, you kept your eyes closed as you leaned against Mito. You had come to find that Mito always wanted to be with you, always wanted to be touching you. You made sure to nuzzle into him often, reassuring him of your presence. He played with your hair absentmindedly while he watched the movie. He kept his other hand on your hip, drawing lazy circles. He felt your breathing even out and smiled down at you when he realized you were asleep. 

However, the longer he was alone the darker his thoughts got. He felt his eyes narrow, tunnel vision setting in as his anxiety spiked. He got up quickly, rushing to the bathroom. He stumbled into the door before landing on his knees and retching into the toilet. 

You woke to a loud thud. You barely caught a glimpse of Mito running into the bathroom but when you heard him throwing up you knew what it was. You got up, making your way into the bathroom. You knocked quietly before going in entirely. The toilet flushed as Mito leaned back against the wall, his arms resting on his knees. He wiped the sweat off his brow before looking at you. You leaned down to sit across from him with a glass of water and a pill. 

“Just for nausea.” you reassured him as he let the medicine taste envelope his tongue before he washed it all down. “Do you want your anxiety meds? They might help.” you said as you smoothed your thumbs over his knuckles. 

Mito was hesitant to take meds after he had taken too many one time on a particularly bad day before he ever even knew you. But, he could see it in your eyes, how much you knew they would help. He nodded softly, sipping at his water while you moved around the bathroom getting his pills. You brought them back to him, placing them in his hand. He swallowed them down, cringing at the unpleasant feeling of pills streaming down his throat. 

“I’m sorry for waking you up.” he said.

You waved him off, “Wanna shower? Might make you feel better.”

“As long as you come with.” he said as he got up, slipping his pants off.

You smiled and nodded quickly, throwing his shirt off as you turned the water on. You threw a shower bomb in, filling the bathroom with a sweet but spicy smell. You dimmed the lights before stepping in, the ambiance fitting the gloomy autumn day. Mito stood behind you, wrapping his arms around you as you both enjoyed the hot water. Mito moved you both so he could get your hair wet. He shampooed and conditioned your hair, giving you the most delicious scalp massages accompanied by occasional neck kisses. As he lathered your back in soap, he made sure to check with you before he cleaned anywhere else, ever the gentleman. You kissed him before nodding. You slumped against him, your eyes fluttering closed. His large hands gliding over your body set it alight. Everything about this moment was bubbling over with sensuality. 

“I love you Mito…” you whispered out as you placed your hands over the tops of his, moving with him as he explored your body. 

You felt him smile against your neck. You snapped out of it slightly, turning to face him. You kissed him passionately but carefully. Mito was very physical but not in the sexual sense, at least not as much as Christian was. Mito liked the comfort touch brought. 

“Love you too.” he said softly. Mito’s voice was always soft but it was deeper. Almost a growl. 

You grabbed the soap, washing him just as gently. You shampooed his hair into a mohawk, a rare toothy smile gracing Mito’s face when he saw his reflection. You finished rinsing each other off. You noticed his face was less puffy, the color slowly returning to it. 

As you both dried off you asked, “Can we take a nap?” you knew Mito’s meds can make him a little sleepy when he first takes them, and truth be told you were exhausted from the work week.

Mito nodded at you as he handed one of his oversized shirts to you. You held it close, inhaling his scent before slipping it on. You held his hand as you walked over to the bed before jumping under the covers. You giggled as you and Mito looked at each other. He leaned in kissing you until you were desperate for air. 

“We’ll go on that walk when we wake up.” he said as he kissed your head while he pulled you to rest on his chest. 

You smiled as you closed your eyes, “Good plan.” you kissed his chest before snuggling in. 

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! Hope you enjoy, thank you to whoever sent in the request, i love writing for Mito. Thanks for all the likes comments and reblogs!

Aeterna Amantes

Astarion x Y/N - Chapter 5 - 1.4K WC

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5 (you are here!)

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Warnings: mention of thinking of sex, implied blood drinking, Astarion and reader slowly falling in love, sappy af, TENSION LIKE A MF, like talk about slow and painful, yikes, pray for me y'all because its gonna get filthy next time , slightly steamy here in a victorian love kinda way

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They had never left you alone at camp for this long. You started the campfire by yourself, played with the Owlbear and Scratch until you grew tired. The sun had been down for so long and you couldn’t help but worry. You had no way to know where they had gone, Moonrise Towers was the objective for days but the new environment of The Shadow Cursed Lands was difficult to map out. You paced around camp, trying to find things to do. Practicing your writing and reading the dictionary had proven mind numbing enough that you didn’t hear the metal clinking as your companions rushed back to camp. You only realized they were back when you heard them yelling and shuffling into Shadowheart’s tent. You could see Gale and her attempting spells but fizzling out as they were so exhausted they couldn’t muster the magic. That’s when you saw it. His white curls, spattered with blood. His eyes rolled back, he was unmoving. You sprinted to Astarion, tripping over yourself in the process. Your knees were bleeding but you didn’t care, you just needed to get to him.

“What’s wrong with him?” you asked, hands shaking as you were afraid touching him would somehow worsen his condition. 

“Drow poison.” Karlach said as she doused his many cuts with antidote.

You moved close to him, holding his head still. You could see his eyelashes flutter every so often but he was growing paler by the second which was concerning given his already undead state. “Wake up.” you said as you shook him slightly. 

Nothing.

“Wake up!” you yelled as you felt tears brim in your eyes. 

Nothing.

The others stopped, completely spent from whatever had gone on that day. They all watched you with sadness growing on their faces, knowing how you had attached yourself to the pale elf. 

“Y/N… there’s nothing we can do… we just need to wait for whenever Withers shows up.” Gale said gently, trying to pull you out of the gloomy tent with the others. 

You snatched your arms back, “No!” you yelled, walking back to Astarion. Your eyes were glowing the color of freshly forged steel, a blazing shade of orange.

Gale shook his head, walking away. This would be your first encounter with death, maybe that was something you needed to experience alone. 

You thumbed over Astarion’s cold face. You wanted him back. No - you needed him back. Your heart felt as if it was vibrating due to the sheer emotion of the situation. Its glow was illuminating the whole tent. 

“Wake up!” you cried softly, “Please?”

To no avail, he remained unmoving. Golden tears streamed down your cheeks as you moved closer to his face. “I’ll find a way to bring you back, I promise.” you swore to him before swiftly crashing your lips onto his. Your lips stung as if a zap of lightning had hit you mid-kiss. You pulled away quickly. Astarion shot up, he sucked in a deep breath before coughing. You backed up, fingers flitting to your lips to smooth over them. 

Astarion looked around in shock, “What happened?” he said curiously.

He was back, really back. Your tears picked up again, glittering as they cascaded down your cheeks. You pulled him into a hug, nestling your face into the crook of his neck. “You died.” you mumbled. 

Astarion’s instincts took over as he hugged you back tightly. He pet your hair to soothe you, shushing you as you gasped out little whines and hiccups. He held your face gently, “Hey… hey… you know I wouldn’t leave you all by your lonesome.” he whispered as his thumbs smoothed your tears away. 

You nodded quickly before noticing his lips were slightly glowing. You reached out, softly swiping at them. The shimmer spread over him like wildfire. The glow was barely perceivable but you noticed it before it dissipated settling in his very bones. 

“What was that?” he asked, looking himself over to see what had just happened. 

“I don’t know.” you whispered.

“How did I come back?” he asked, looking around the tent, trying to find scrolls or potions. 

“I… Everyone left… You… I… I didn’t want to leave you. I told you I’d find a way to bring you back… and then I…” you gulped as the last of the sentence tumbled from your lips.

“Then I…?” Astarion said with a tinge of confusion in his voice. 

“I kissed you… to seal the promise…” you couldn’t look at him as you said any of this, embarrassment flooding into you. 

“Your magic…” he whispered to himself, “Your heart brought me back.” he said with confidence.

You looked down to the glowing infernal contraption. “Arcane magic.” he said as he placed his hand over your heart.

“What does that mean?” you mumbled, feeling your chest grow hot due to his hand resting there. 

“It… ummm… you can, well…” how does one describe arcane magic, he thought to himself. “You can manipulate energies to bend the fabric of reality, giving you whatever you desire.” he said slowly, ensuring his words somewhat made sense. 

Your eyes widened, you had no idea you wielded that kind of power. It scared you honestly. If you can bring people back from the dead what else can you do? You backed away from him, looking down at your hands, watching the golden blood pump through your veins. Your mind felt overwhelmed, every thought trying to shout over the previous one. You looked back to Astarion who was already watching you. You didn’t know what to do with how you felt, you just wanted to be alone. So that's what you did, you walked back to your tent without another word. You heard his soft steps trailing you. You covered your ears as you slumped down onto your bedroll; you just wanted to block the world out. Your eyes clamped shut, embracing the darkness momentarily.

Astarion sat next to you, he nudged your shoulder with his forehead encouraging you to open your eyes. To no avail. “Everything you’re feeling is normal. I know this is a heavy burden to bear. Power is lovely but… it's so easy to taint. To misuse. Gods knows how I’ve used my powers for absolutely sinful things.” 

You dropped your hands to rest on your knees, but your eyes remained closed. “It's too much… This is too much… Make it not true…” you gasped out, anxiety gripping you. Tears brimmed in your eyes, this amount of power was frightening. You barely knew anything of the world having been in the Arcane Tower; you were learning everyday about the world around you and who you are as a person. Having such a small grasp of the reality of total freedom to do all this. And now being told you can change the world around you, the very fabric of reality. It was suffocating, crushing. 

You leaned your head against Astarion’s, exhausted completely. You felt his cold hand caress your cheek. You peeked at him, he smiled seeing just the smallest reaction from you. “You’re going to be just fine darling. I know it doesn’t feel like it right now but you will. And I’ll be here to make sure you do. I’ll… I’ll always be here for you.” he said, whispering out the last bit, almost as if he was promising this to you. 

You tilted him up by his chin gently. His gaze was piercing; a beautiful shade of crimson that drew you in. You rested your forehead against his, lips inches away. Your breaths mimicked his after a moment, calming you and yet riling you up in a sensual way that had you buzzing with curiosity. You couldn’t stand it, you attached your lips to his. Something primal in you needing him and only him. He responded immediately, hungry for you. His hand trailed from your cheek to your throat, thumb ghosting over the two little scars on your neck he gifted you with. You moaned at the contact and it took everything in him not to take you then and there. 

“Wait… darling, we shouldn’t.” He said as he begrudgingly pulled away from you. “Not like this, not when you are this vulnerable. This is the last thing you need to be thinking about with everything you're dealing with.” he sighed, feeling guilty. 

“I know what I want.” you said bluntly, emotions might be somewhat new to you but you felt this in your bones. “You.” you said firmly. You pulled Astarion into a feathery light kiss, waiting for him to deepen it if he so desired. He indulged in you; your sweet, soft self. He wanted you in a way that burned him from the inside out.

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Naboo's Note:

Back from the dead!! Sorry this took so long to post I was in my feels and work was exhausting I worked and 18 hour shift and that absolutely FUCKED ME. But I'm gonna try to get out a few fics even if they're smaller ones. Thank y'all for your patience, your comments encourage tf outta me <3

Aeterna Amantes

Astarion x Y/N - Chapter 3 - 1.7K WC

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3 (you are here!)

chapter 4 NSFW 18+

chapter 5

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Warnings: mention of sex, blood drinking, Astarion being smitten but in denial, Karlach being lovely

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Astarion watched you sleep for ages, your chest rose and fell with the soft golden glow of your heart rising and falling with it. You were an anomaly to him. Quite the opposite - innocent, sweet. He felt so conflicted thinking of you. He wanted you in the purest way; to nurture you and care for you. But his primal brian told him to manipulate you, use you as an advantage for himself. Every time he looked at you he couldn’t decide. You had been nothing but kind to him, it was all you knew. 

“You think a lot.” you whispered up to him.

He hadn’t noticed you wake, “Oh? What makes you say that?” he smirked down at you. Your head still rested on his chest, making his undead heart swell. 

“Your face is scrunched up.” you said, poking his forehead.

Astarion chuckled, sitting up slightly. You followed his actions. He pointed to the corner, “There are plenty of books for you to read through today, Gale even threw some in there for you.”

You ogled the stack of books, there were easily ten there. “Where will you go?” you asked as you picked the first book up, letting your fingers trail over the dusty cover. 

“Moonrise Towers, if we’re fortunate.” he said as he started to put his armor on. 

You gazed at him, never having seen another person’s body before. It was different from yours.

“Like what you see?” he teased.

You tilted your head at his remark. You did like what you saw, you just didn’t quite understand why. 

He saw the curiosity swimming in your eyes, squinting his own before the realization hit him. “Have you never seen another body before?” he asked.

You shook your head, your cheeks heating up slightly. Your general lack of knowledge around everything embarrassed you, especially things everyone else seemed to know so blatantly. You walked closer to him, gazing over the vast expanse of his strong pale chest. You raised your hand, going to touch him before stopping yourself. You remembered how he reacted the first time you touched him without asking, “May I?” you asked in a hushed whisper. 

His eyes watched you cautiously but he gave you a small nod. You felt over his chest, tracing his sharp collarbones, feeling his ribs and the muscles that lay overtop of them. You felt him shiver when your fingers hit the ridges of his scars that barely wrapped around the side of his waist. You felt his stomach and noticed the silent breath he took in when your fingers trailed over tuft of white hair leading from his belly button into his pants. 

You looked at him, “Bad?” you asked, your hand still lingering on the hem of his pants. 

“No…” he whispered, his eyes hazy while watching your every move. He never wanted you to stop touching him, even if these were just innocent little touches. All that mattered was that they came from you.

“Are you different from me?” you asked, looking between his body and yours.

“In some ways.” he mumbled, trying to relish in your gentle ambiance. 

He watched as you put his hand to your chest and yours to his. “Same. We are the same here.” you said. He felt the warmth radiating from your glowing heart.

“Astarion, come one we gotta - oh… sorry…” said Karlach as she barged into his tent breaking the tension between the two of you. Astarion pulled away quickly, slipping on the rest of his armor while you stood still, unsure if you had done something to be embarrassed of. 

Astarion followed Karlach’s lead out of his tent, “Stay safe in here and read. I’ll be back later, you can tell me everything new you’ve learned.” he smiled at you quickly before disappearing into the Underdark. 

You sighed before picking up one of the many books and started reading. 

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“Soooooo…..” Karlach said with a teasing tone as she and Astarion walked behind the others.

“So what?” he grumbled, not even sparing her a glance.

“Come on, you know what.” she said, sounding giddy.

“Haven’t the faintest.” he said monotonically. 

“Oh I think you do… fangs likes the drow.” she chidded. 

He rolled his eyes at her, not bothering with a retort. 

“And you don’t even deny it!” she cackled.

“Please, I’m a glorified babysitter. That’s all.” he waved her off dismissively.

“Really? That’s not what it looked like this morning.” she grinned at him. 

“Neither of us have heartbeats, that's all they discovered this morning,” he said.

“I bet. And I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if Gale or Wyll were to take an interest in them?” she asked.

A faint trace of jealousy crossed over his face as he shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. 

Karlach chuckled at the very obvious fondness Astarion had for you. He was stubborn and knew he wouldn’t admit it but she saw it as early as the basement. You were drawn to each other. Fate was funny like that, always unexpected but always falling in line. 

Astarion walked ahead, aching to get away from Karlach’s prying questions and accusations. Primarily because they were true and he hated having anyone other than himself be right. Especially about this. 

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You fell asleep after the fifth book. It gave you much to think on, primarily because it was an anatomy book. Humans and elves are different but not very much. So now you knew what rested beneath Astarion’s pants. You also knew how reproduction worked. The whole explanation of the process seemed rather odd to you. Very… clinical. You couldn’t help but feel like the process of creating life was supposed to be more… emotional. It all overwhelmed you after reading the previous books on The Hells, Baldur’s Gate history, The Many Gods, and The Practice of Arcane Magic. The more you read the more your brain felt like it was devouring intellect and by the gods was it an insatiable beast. 

Astarion entered the tent to find you asleep, surrounded by different books. He laughed at the sight. You reminded him a lot of himself. He changed, cleaning himself only slightly as today had thankfully not been a very battle heavy one. He brought a plate of dinner to the tent for you, some sort of beef stew from what he could tell. 

You rose at the noise of him returning, “Hello.” you smiled at him.

“Hello beastie. Learn lots today?” he asked motioning to the scattered books before handing you the stew. He settled next to you, imbibing in his typical bottle of wine. 

You happily took the bowl from him, forgetting to eat throughout the day. Something you’ll have to make a mental note of - eat, regularly. “Yes! All of it was interesting… some of it was perplexing. I don’t quite understand the feelings one book described.” 

“What feelings?” he asked.

“What does sex feel like?” you asked, trying to understand the book that wouldn’t seem to leave your mind.

Astarion choked on his wine, he coughed a few times trying to regulate himself, “Where did you read about sex?” he asked.

You handed him the book. Of course it was one of Gale’s, he thought with a roll of his eyes. 

“Didn’t the book explain what it felt like?” he asked, trying to avoid the topic.

“It did but…” you sighed before you continued, “I don’t think it was right. I feel like the combining of two people in body would feel… emotional. Not just physical.” 

Astarion’s eyes widened at your explanation, perceptive little thing you were. “It… can be.” he confessed.

“What does it feel like then?” you asked while you continued to eat. 

“With the right person it can be… euphoric.” he said, trying to find the right word. He wasn’t exactly the one to answer questions on how good, healthy sex was supposed to feel. All the sex he could remember was harsh, loathsome. 

You smiled softly, “That sounds lovely.” you said, understanding the science of it all but also the beauty of the emotional aspect. “How do you know if they’re the right person?”

“You just do.” he said as he laid down.

You hummed at his answer. “When do you eat?” you asked.

“Truth be told, I haven’t eaten in a few days. The Underdark is lacking in options.” he sighed. Even the thought of blood was enough to send him reeling. 

“Do you want to eat? I don’t mind.” you smiled at him as you finished the last of your stew before leaning your neck towards him. 

He sat up, “Are you sure?” he said cautiously. 

You nodded eagerly at him, wanting to help. You laid back on the bedroll, beckoning him closer. Astarion kneeled next to you before leaning down. You could feel his cold breaths on your neck, giving you a slight shiver. 

“This might hurt…” he said before kissing your neck and sinking his fangs in. You winced a bit but it wasn’t awful. He had never tasted something so rich. Decadent and sweet. Your crimson poured into his mouth, it rolled over his tongue in waves and he cherished each little molecule of it. His hand held your waist while the other cradled your head. He straddled you to get a better angle at your neck. Your whole body felt warm, particularly between your legs. When Astarion ripped himself away from you he lapped up the rest of the blood that dropped from the puncture holes he left behind. The feeling of his tongue on you was strange but you craved it the longer it went on. He kissed over your neck a few times as an apology for the pain he caused you. It wasn’t pain you felt however, it was something else. Something carnal. You let out an involuntary but needy whine as he kissed over your neck. You both pulled away looking at each other. 

“Sleep?” you asked quietly. You felt embarrassed. Was that the feeling he was describing earlier? Did you want him in the way the book described?

“Yes, of course.” Astarion said with a breathy laugh. He settled next to you, holding you close like the night before. 

Little did you know, as you drifted off to sleep, the fantasies he was playing in his mind of the two of you were positively sinful.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! This has taken me literally all night to write but I am so sleep deprived I'm not shocked. I got called in for another overnight despite having worked 3 in a row with very little sleep - I hate being on call. But I do like this! Your guys' comments/reblogs/likes keep me super motivated so I hope I hear from you all soon! XOXOXOXOXOXO

I really like the word “smitten”. because at first glance you just think of sappy lovey-dovey stuff but also you have to remember this is a word that’s born of the word “smite.” a devastating word. a word that, summarized, means stricken. smitten means stricken as well — struck with devastating affection.