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WIP Whenever/Wednesday!

Okay, so I'm late to Wednesday, but whatever!

I wanted to share something I'm working on while I'm working on my long fic With Stars to Fill My Dream- since the smut is far off, I have been enabled into indulging in an Astarion Incubus one-shot by my lovely friends, and I've been marinating it for the last couple days. All inspired by this beautiful art by @poofroom

It's going to take some heavy lifting on my part, so it will definitely not be a couple-day endeavor since it's currently sitting at 3,987 words and we've barely passed the summoning. That being said, it'll be a long one-shot in an AU of my fic's universe where Ofelia accidentally summons a... you guessed it, incubus! And it's Astarion!

Please enjoy some of this as a teaser since I'm raking myself over the coals trying to make it my best smut work! XOXO 🖤 (Putting it beneath the cut so I don't go to horny jail 🖤)

The curtain flutters away, revealing the silhouette of a man. Except it isn’t a man… As the light illuminates the hard cut of his torso, bat-like wings stretch and unfurl on either side of him, wicked horns curling up and over his silver hair. Red irises glow in the night, trained on her face, a tail swishing behind him. She doesn’t breathe, doesn’t move- her heart pounds, but her body reacts in a way she hadn’t expected. Her skin breaks out in the same feverish sweat that she’d felt before crawling into bed, her stomach aching and her breathing coming in short pants. She chances a glance in the full body mirror across the room, her cheeks flushing red at the uselessness of her night dress. The marks that had started at her neck circle her wrists and close around her thighs like bands. “Am I dreaming?” She asks softly, unable to resist the pull she feels towards him. He takes a step and she tenses, eyes admiring his broad shoulders, ornamental silver bracers covering each forearm. Most of his body is bare, save for the thin piece of satiny fabric and gilded chains covering his hips. Her eyes trace the trail of hair that disappears beneath, down until her breath chokes out of her. Her thighs press together at the hard outline beneath the loincloth, her imagination filling in the gaps- thick, straining, throbbing. Her mouth floods with saliva and she swallows thickly as the steady pulse from earlier begs for attention, her shame dissolving as his crimson gaze flows down over her exposed breasts. The sudden urge to touch him fills her mind until it’s all she can think about, even as he opens his mouth to expose sharp canines. “I’m afraid not.” His voice, smooth and velvety, covers her body like honey- sticky sweet. She shivers as he takes another step, so close now that she can see the sharp tips of his ears beneath his hair. His lips curl into a fiendish grin and she shakes her head, wanting him closer, god, she can’t take the distance anymore. Her mind roars with a desire hotter than anything she’d ever felt- wanting more than anything she’s ever wanted before. It drowns the real her out, save for a single line of curiosity. “What are you?”

I'm specifically tagging you three first because you're enablers, but I'm tagging the rest, no pressure! 🖤 @preciouslittlebhaalbae @inkymoonbunny @verbenaa @ladyduellist @khywren @bhaalsdeepbat @elinorbard

And if I didn't tag you, know that I love you and I'm the world's most forgetful person!

Flare searches for Astarion

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“Wait!” Flare called as Halsin fell back to the ground on all fours. She sang her Speak Animals charm. 

“The house is charmed, you will be safe if you stay inside,” Halsin told her. 

“I know, but please let me go with you,” Flare replied. Halsin nodded his head and then crouched low to the ground as she had seen him do at the school for the children to climb on his back. Flare had still never touched him, knowing that he was safe but unable to get her body to relax. There was more to what had happened last night than sleepwalking, but Halsin would not betray his friend’s trust; if she wanted to understand, she had to see Astarion. Flare marched forward and buried her hands in Halsin’s thick brown pelt, hauling herself up. 

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“Darling… I can’t have you afraid of me. That’s not how this night is going to go.” His soft voice makes her shiver and she’s lulled by the sound of it. She raises her head slightly, gaze growing heavier the longer he stares at her.

“How this night is going to go…?” She echoes, slow, the end shaped like a question. His tail swishes back and forth before the spade tip caresses up her calf. With him finally touching her, she gasps, the softest glance magnified like it was earlier. She shudders, pressing her thighs more tightly together, shaking her head, but her body eventually wins out.

“The terms, dear…” He murmurs, leaning forward again. Her skin is feverish when his tail draws away and he crawls over her again. She shrinks back, lying against her pillows, his thighs caging her in as his hands settle on either side of her head.

“Uh…” She stammers, trying to get a coherent thought through. He’s so close she can see the pores of his face and the soft ridges on his horns. She finds herself wanting to caress them, the thought causing her cheeks to burn. “Terms… right. The spell is making me… making my body act like this?” She whispers cautiously and he nods, encouraging her to continue. “It made these… weird tattoos show up on my skin… and you can control them?” He nods again, eyes twinkling in amusement. Her nostrils flare in irritation, but she keeps going, realization finally dawning as she approaches the conclusion.

“I… this lust… oh my god…” He tuts, smirking with satisfaction.

“You finally understand?” The growl in his voice makes her eyes flutter shut. With the answer flaring brightly behind her lids, her body opens up in a way it hadn’t before. Her thighs spread until they’re pushing against his knees, her breath leaving her in a rush. She clenches around nothing, thinking about the shape of him under the loincloth and when her eyes snap open again he laughs, deep and sugared.

“You want my body?” She asks through gritted teeth, the slip hanging over her stomach becoming itchy and unbearable. His lashes fall halfway and when his forked tongue darts across his lower lip she whimpers in response.

“Usually you call an incubus because you need relief, but… your scent is maddening and I've barely even touched you…” He purrs, lips dropping down to her jaw.

WIP Whenever/Wednesday!

Okay, so I'm late to Wednesday, but whatever!

I wanted to share something I'm working on while I'm working on my long fic With Stars to Fill My Dream- since the smut is far off, I have been enabled into indulging in an Astarion Incubus one-shot by my lovely friends, and I've been marinating it for the last couple days. All inspired by this beautiful art by @poofroom

It's going to take some heavy lifting on my part, so it will definitely not be a couple-day endeavor since it's currently sitting at 3,987 words and we've barely passed the summoning. That being said, it'll be a long one-shot in an AU of my fic's universe where Ofelia accidentally summons a... you guessed it, incubus! And it's Astarion!

Please enjoy some of this as a teaser since I'm raking myself over the coals trying to make it my best smut work! XOXO 🖤 (Putting it beneath the cut so I don't go to horny jail 🖤)

The curtain flutters away, revealing the silhouette of a man. Except it isn’t a man… As the light illuminates the hard cut of his torso, bat-like wings stretch and unfurl on either side of him, wicked horns curling up and over his silver hair. Red irises glow in the night, trained on her face, a tail swishing behind him. She doesn’t breathe, doesn’t move- her heart pounds, but her body reacts in a way she hadn’t expected. Her skin breaks out in the same feverish sweat that she’d felt before crawling into bed, her stomach aching and her breathing coming in short pants. She chances a glance in the full body mirror across the room, her cheeks flushing red at the uselessness of her night dress. The marks that had started at her neck circle her wrists and close around her thighs like bands. “Am I dreaming?” She asks softly, unable to resist the pull she feels towards him. He takes a step and she tenses, eyes admiring his broad shoulders, ornamental silver bracers covering each forearm. Most of his body is bare, save for the thin piece of satiny fabric and gilded chains covering his hips. Her eyes trace the trail of hair that disappears beneath, down until her breath chokes out of her. Her thighs press together at the hard outline beneath the loincloth, her imagination filling in the gaps- thick, straining, throbbing. Her mouth floods with saliva and she swallows thickly as the steady pulse from earlier begs for attention, her shame dissolving as his crimson gaze flows down over her exposed breasts. The sudden urge to touch him fills her mind until it’s all she can think about, even as he opens his mouth to expose sharp canines. “I’m afraid not.” His voice, smooth and velvety, covers her body like honey- sticky sweet. She shivers as he takes another step, so close now that she can see the sharp tips of his ears beneath his hair. His lips curl into a fiendish grin and she shakes her head, wanting him closer, god, she can’t take the distance anymore. Her mind roars with a desire hotter than anything she’d ever felt- wanting more than anything she’s ever wanted before. It drowns the real her out, save for a single line of curiosity. “What are you?”

I'm specifically tagging you three first because you're enablers, but I'm tagging the rest, no pressure! 🖤 @preciouslittlebhaalbae @inkymoonbunny @verbenaa @ladyduellist @khywren @bhaalsdeepbat @elinorbard

And if I didn't tag you, know that I love you and I'm the world's most forgetful person!

(Teaser) Chapter 4: Behind a Broken Frame

Hi everyone!! Here's a teaser for tomorrow's chapter of With Stars to Fill My Dream 🖤 (and another screenshot of my girl)

“Damnable roach. Provoke the blade,” He punctuates his words with a stab as the goblin falls limp. “And suffer its sting.” He shoves the goblin’s body down into the fray, setting off the powder keg that leads into a full skirmish in front of the gate. “That was pretty cool,” Ofelia whistles and Astarion rolls his eyes. “Please. With an entrance like that, he’s sure to get himself killed. All those showy types usually do,” She stares at him incredulously, either in disagreement or for some other reason. As she begins to rise, Astarion grabs her arm, keeping her in place. “What are you doing?” He hisses. “We’ve obviously got to help them! They’re clearly outnumbered- we can help balance the fight a little.” He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You don’t stand a chance against half of those enemies, least of all the bugbear, and I’d rather not drag around dead weight while trying to stay alive.” She flinches and jerks her arm away from him before narrowing her eyes. Great. “I did just fine on the nautiloid, thank you very much. I have a crossbow, I’ll hang back-” “And what? Let Lae’zel take an arrow for you? Shadowheart? The wizard?” At his words, her eyes flare in anger and he instinctively leans back, somewhat pleased he’d drawn such a reaction out of her. Before she’s able to speak, Lae’zel cuts her off. “The teeth-lings before mentioned seeing githyanki. This appears to be their encampment- let us do battle and get inside. I would like to question them.” Lae’zel stands, forcing them to join the fray as they’ve now been spotted by the man above the gate. “Get behind me, Ofelia,” Shadowheart motions slightly and Ofelia nods, shooting a look of distaste at Astarion. He scoffs and turns away, focusing on the battlefield as he creeps up the hill and backstabs a goblin archer on the rocky outcropping above them. Lae’zel takes the bugbear by surprise, her sword catching against its right flank just as it’s about to bring its club down on the adventurer group’s ranged attacker. It bellows in pain as it whirls on her, and Shadowheart utters the incantation for Shield of Faith to help lessen the impact of its weapon against Lae’zel’s sword. As Astarion’s eyes track the impromptu battlefield, searching for his next target, he sees Gale send a puddle of acid off towards the warg and cold realization dawns over him. Ofelia isn’t anywhere- not behind Shadowheart, like the cleric had instructed, nor beside Gale or near Lae’zel. Where could she have gone? Idiot. “You gonna take out that goblin or what?” He nearly jumps out of his skin at the soft voice in his ear, turning to see her eyes flare with satisfaction. “What in the hells are you doing up here?” He whisper-shouts, watching her lean back. “I figured I'd be better off trying to take some potshots from up high. I’ll die if any of those things try to stab me.” Her voice is steady, but her gaze darts around the clashing weapons and cries below with an undercurrent of wariness. “I’m better at sneaking around if scaring the shit out of you is a good enough tell.” There’s that smug grin again and he sneers at her, unwilling to yield.

With Stars to Fill My Dream (4) - Behind a Broken Frame

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 5,833

I NEED to get more screenshots, I'm so sorry I'm letting everyone down (and by everyone, I mean me since I know it's not that big of a deal lol).

I am currently working on an incubus Astarion fic in this fic's universe (technically) so if you'd like to not wait ages for smut, I'll have that done soon! Please enjoy this chapter! I'm not the best at combat, but I had fun with it 🖤 Beginning of this one under the cut!

Perhaps Astarion had misjudged her.

Watching her drive a knife into the eye of one of those treasure hunters, a kind of blind rage boiling within, had him looking at her in a new light. Not the shell-shocked, albeit snide girl he thought- all bark and no bite. No, there’s something else… She has secrets, something to hide. He’d like to get to the root and pull all her pretty lies out, his to examine and keep in his back pocket.

The others seem to look to her enough, which is odd considering her unfamiliarity with their world. She possesses a commanding personality, that’s for sure. Her innate charms have unexpectedly worked on him a few times. But only a few. She’s snappy and irritable, though last night may have been the exception, asinine jokes aside.

When she’d answered honestly about being here, it’d been a surprise. He expected her to whine and cry about how life wasn’t fair and that she didn’t deserve this. Instead, she looked him in the eye and had been honest with him. Then she flipped the conversation on its head by teasing him. Infuriating woman.

Astarion wonders how she’s got any strength… It's odd. Being plucked out of Baldur’s Gate, infected with the parasite, and thrown into the wilds has proven almost more than he’s been able to handle. At least he’s vaguely familiar with the Sword Coast enough to know what they can generally expect, but to be deposited in a completely foreign land, with no background or information on where you are? The thought is almost suffocating.

There must be something else, something he’s missing. Any regular person would panic, and perhaps die within hours. Whether it’s resilience or pure luck, he’ll bet on the latter in hopes the same will extend to him.

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I just want to say- THANK YOU!!! To everyone!!! I've gotten a lot of love on this fic so far, more than I ever thought I would, and I appreciate you all so much. ❤️❤️ Waking up to AO3 email notifications literally MADE my day and I am eternally grateful. ❤️

With Stars to Fill My Dream (4) - Behind a Broken Frame

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 5,833

I NEED to get more screenshots, I'm so sorry I'm letting everyone down (and by everyone, I mean me since I know it's not that big of a deal lol).

I am currently working on an incubus Astarion fic in this fic's universe (technically) so if you'd like to not wait ages for smut, I'll have that done soon! Please enjoy this chapter! I'm not the best at combat, but I had fun with it 🖤 Beginning of this one under the cut!

Perhaps Astarion had misjudged her.

Watching her drive a knife into the eye of one of those treasure hunters, a kind of blind rage boiling within, had him looking at her in a new light. Not the shell-shocked, albeit snide girl he thought- all bark and no bite. No, there’s something else… She has secrets, something to hide. He’d like to get to the root and pull all her pretty lies out, his to examine and keep in his back pocket.

The others seem to look to her enough, which is odd considering her unfamiliarity with their world. She possesses a commanding personality, that’s for sure. Her innate charms have unexpectedly worked on him a few times. But only a few. She’s snappy and irritable, though last night may have been the exception, asinine jokes aside.

When she’d answered honestly about being here, it’d been a surprise. He expected her to whine and cry about how life wasn’t fair and that she didn’t deserve this. Instead, she looked him in the eye and had been honest with him. Then she flipped the conversation on its head by teasing him. Infuriating woman.

Astarion wonders how she’s got any strength… It's odd. Being plucked out of Baldur’s Gate, infected with the parasite, and thrown into the wilds has proven almost more than he’s been able to handle. At least he’s vaguely familiar with the Sword Coast enough to know what they can generally expect, but to be deposited in a completely foreign land, with no background or information on where you are? The thought is almost suffocating.

There must be something else, something he’s missing. Any regular person would panic, and perhaps die within hours. Whether it’s resilience or pure luck, he’ll bet on the latter in hopes the same will extend to him.

Evening reblog!!! 🙌🏼🙌🏼 I love all you peeps who have commented today, I'm gonna reply here shortly I just had the work day from hell is all 😭 Busy busy busy ❤️

With Stars to Fill My Dream (4) - Behind a Broken Frame

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 5,833

I NEED to get more screenshots, I'm so sorry I'm letting everyone down (and by everyone, I mean me since I know it's not that big of a deal lol).

I am currently working on an incubus Astarion fic in this fic's universe (technically) so if you'd like to not wait ages for smut, I'll have that done soon! Please enjoy this chapter! I'm not the best at combat, but I had fun with it 🖤 Beginning of this one under the cut!

Perhaps Astarion had misjudged her.

Watching her drive a knife into the eye of one of those treasure hunters, a kind of blind rage boiling within, had him looking at her in a new light. Not the shell-shocked, albeit snide girl he thought- all bark and no bite. No, there’s something else… She has secrets, something to hide. He’d like to get to the root and pull all her pretty lies out, his to examine and keep in his back pocket.

The others seem to look to her enough, which is odd considering her unfamiliarity with their world. She possesses a commanding personality, that’s for sure. Her innate charms have unexpectedly worked on him a few times. But only a few. She’s snappy and irritable, though last night may have been the exception, asinine jokes aside.

When she’d answered honestly about being here, it’d been a surprise. He expected her to whine and cry about how life wasn’t fair and that she didn’t deserve this. Instead, she looked him in the eye and had been honest with him. Then she flipped the conversation on its head by teasing him. Infuriating woman.

Astarion wonders how she’s got any strength… It's odd. Being plucked out of Baldur’s Gate, infected with the parasite, and thrown into the wilds has proven almost more than he’s been able to handle. At least he’s vaguely familiar with the Sword Coast enough to know what they can generally expect, but to be deposited in a completely foreign land, with no background or information on where you are? The thought is almost suffocating.

There must be something else, something he’s missing. Any regular person would panic, and perhaps die within hours. Whether it’s resilience or pure luck, he’ll bet on the latter in hopes the same will extend to him.

Annnnnd 8k! 🖤 I'm getting closer! This is DEFINITELY going under the cut! 😁

“I see I’m going to have to do all the sweet-talking, pet.” She shudders as one of his hands brushes along her trembling stomach muscles, down to her thigh, before guiding her underwear down and off. She barely registers his comment as she swallows around the saliva flooding her mouth, the urge to taste so intense that it feels like it’s written on her bones. “I… I want you here.” She mumbles, fingers tracing her face, and he laughs. “You want to see… if you can take me… in your pretty mouth…?” He whispers, thumb brushing over her lower lip. She nods, lips parting to suck him in as her body trembles in reaction to his words. His jaw tightens as he watches, her tongue swirling around his warm skin. She hums when his cock twitches, softly bumping her stomach as a quiet sound vibrates in his chest. He watches her a moment more, eyes burning, before he shifts to the side and drags her off the bed, onto the floor. She sits obediently on her knees, closing her eyes as his fingers thread into her hair. His touch is soft, and her cheeks burn as she realizes what he’s doing. He gathers the strands at the back of her head before tugging gently- just the way she likes.  She sighs, opening her eyes to shamelessly stare at him, yearning to lick the pearl of glistening pre-cum off his flushed tip. She flicks her eyes up to his and the desire she sees there lights a fire in her belly that spurs her forward, hands resting over his hips as she sets her sights and dives in. Astarion hisses when she kisses the base of him, bathing him in her attention and affectionate nips. Her thighs shiver as she continues her trail of teasing, his grip on her scalp growing tighter. She flashes him a soft smile before kissing down the weighty length of him, lips parting when she pulls away to watch him leak a silvery strand down to her breasts. She swallows a breathy sound before eagerly lapping it up, her ears ringing from the sharp inhale and throaty groan he gives her as she sucks his swollen tip inside. He fills her entire mouth before she can draw him in further and her cunt clenches with jealousy imagining him pushing inside, on her back, a bruising grip on her hips… Her fantasies play behind her closed lids as she hollows her cheeks and relaxes her jaw to swallow more, moaning lightly as he nudges the back of her throat. Tears form in her eyes as she blinks up at him, her hips restless as he tugs on her hair and pulls out of her mouth before slowly thrusting inside. “Hells…” He whispers, her mind slowly melting the longer he fucks her mouth. Her entire body aches for him, for this pleasure- she squirms and whimpers, letting him guide the pace. He’s considerate of her adjustment period until a glimmering sweat breaks out on his chest and her eyes track a drop as it follows the curve of his pelvic bone. When it meets his shaft a switch flips and she abandons all rational thought for the need to please. She struggles to take him fully, but every time he rocks his hips in and her lips meet his hips he grunts- a gravelly, greedy thing that stokes the heat in her belly until she’s whimpering. He’s making a mess out of her, and she increases the pace until he’s slipping in and out, smearing spit and slick over her chin and down until it drips over her chest. She holds her breasts aloft, thumbs swirling the fluid over her pebbled flesh as waves of pleasure shiver through her.

WIP Whenever/Wednesday!

Okay, so I'm late to Wednesday, but whatever!

I wanted to share something I'm working on while I'm working on my long fic With Stars to Fill My Dream- since the smut is far off, I have been enabled into indulging in an Astarion Incubus one-shot by my lovely friends, and I've been marinating it for the last couple days. All inspired by this beautiful art by @poofroom

It's going to take some heavy lifting on my part, so it will definitely not be a couple-day endeavor since it's currently sitting at 3,987 words and we've barely passed the summoning. That being said, it'll be a long one-shot in an AU of my fic's universe where Ofelia accidentally summons a... you guessed it, incubus! And it's Astarion!

Please enjoy some of this as a teaser since I'm raking myself over the coals trying to make it my best smut work! XOXO 🖤 (Putting it beneath the cut so I don't go to horny jail 🖤)

The curtain flutters away, revealing the silhouette of a man. Except it isn’t a man… As the light illuminates the hard cut of his torso, bat-like wings stretch and unfurl on either side of him, wicked horns curling up and over his silver hair. Red irises glow in the night, trained on her face, a tail swishing behind him. She doesn’t breathe, doesn’t move- her heart pounds, but her body reacts in a way she hadn’t expected. Her skin breaks out in the same feverish sweat that she’d felt before crawling into bed, her stomach aching and her breathing coming in short pants. She chances a glance in the full body mirror across the room, her cheeks flushing red at the uselessness of her night dress. The marks that had started at her neck circle her wrists and close around her thighs like bands. “Am I dreaming?” She asks softly, unable to resist the pull she feels towards him. He takes a step and she tenses, eyes admiring his broad shoulders, ornamental silver bracers covering each forearm. Most of his body is bare, save for the thin piece of satiny fabric and gilded chains covering his hips. Her eyes trace the trail of hair that disappears beneath, down until her breath chokes out of her. Her thighs press together at the hard outline beneath the loincloth, her imagination filling in the gaps- thick, straining, throbbing. Her mouth floods with saliva and she swallows thickly as the steady pulse from earlier begs for attention, her shame dissolving as his crimson gaze flows down over her exposed breasts. The sudden urge to touch him fills her mind until it’s all she can think about, even as he opens his mouth to expose sharp canines. “I’m afraid not.” His voice, smooth and velvety, covers her body like honey- sticky sweet. She shivers as he takes another step, so close now that she can see the sharp tips of his ears beneath his hair. His lips curl into a fiendish grin and she shakes her head, wanting him closer, god, she can’t take the distance anymore. Her mind roars with a desire hotter than anything she’d ever felt- wanting more than anything she’s ever wanted before. It drowns the real her out, save for a single line of curiosity. “What are you?”

I'm specifically tagging you three first because you're enablers, but I'm tagging the rest, no pressure! 🖤 @preciouslittlebhaalbae @inkymoonbunny @verbenaa @ladyduellist @khywren @bhaalsdeepbat @elinorbard

And if I didn't tag you, know that I love you and I'm the world's most forgetful person!

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for tagging me, @inkymoonbunny !!

Here's a WIP for Chapter 5 of With Stars to Fill My Dream, coming out this coming Sunday 8/11!

Visions of smiles, of tears, of sitting and writing and singing and strumming fill his mind. He sees her happy again in the presence of a different boy- skin and hair and eyes to match hers. They dance in gaudy, flashy outfits amid a crowd of similarly dressed people, all regalia and loud music. It’s unlike anything he’s ever heard, the musicians dressed in black and trimmed with gold, wide hats covering their heads as violins and accordions orchestrate the pretty swirls of Ofelia’s dress. Her smile is brighter than the sun. The next scene snaps into view, devoid of all the life and merriment of the previous one. She stands in black, above a hole in the ground, rain from a gray sky pelting her scalp. Her eyes are empty and rimmed in red. No trace of her former self left.

I know it's small, I'm sorry, but I gotta keep the rest under wraps!

Tagging everyone again- don't feel pressured, I'm just obsessed with you all ❤️

@ladyduellist @preciouslittlebhaalbae @sashitf @verbenaa @elinorbard @khywren

(Teaser) Chapter 5: Close Your Eyes and Hear My Secret

Guys, I still don't have screenshots, but I SWEAR I'll have some fresh ones for the chapter release tomorrow! So please enjoy this sunrise pic of Mt. Hood from the 205 bridge!

Anyway, if you're interested on catching up, chapter 1-4 can be read on AO3 here!

Astarion’s POV

“Astarion…” A voice drags him out of the black, the world tilting and swaying. He feels hands reach for him as the person belonging to the voice comes into focus. Ofelia.

He nearly startles at her face- can see all the past versions of herself reflected there. The wide almond eyes, brown and soft and concerned, the small birthmarks that speckle her forehead, nose, jaw, cheek- he hadn’t noticed them before. His eyes drift to her shoulder, the tip of one scar poking out of her collar and he swallows thickly, seeing her even more drained and exhausted than she’d been before their link, perhaps worse off than him.

He steadies her before she falls off the stone, brown eyes half-lidded as she looks up at him.

“Sorry for… showing you everything. I know it wasn’t all of it but… it was probably overwhelming. I don’t know how to control it.” He continues to look at her, not letting go of her arms yet not speaking as she blinks moisture from her eyes. He doesn’t realize it, but his sting as well and he hastily closes them, the residual effects of her emotions still lingering like tethers and bonds.

He’d been… wrong. She really is just another victim of the mind flayers…

He wishes he hadn’t plunged in, hadn’t absorbed the chaos and pain of her life and memories as they slowly file into the back of his mind in neat little rows. The violence and agony had scored the inside of his chest into raw, aching wounds that he tries now to madly cover up and erase. He’ll have to be more careful next time he links with someone- the lingering dominion of her roiling thoughts and emotions are proving hard to shake, but slowly they ebb until he feels cold and shaky.

Some of the scenes had left a lasting mark on him- not entirely relatable, but just enough to have him feeling simultaneously sympathetic and appalled. She may not have been locked up in a tomb for a year, or constantly tortured, but it was still enough to remind him of his own not-so-distant past that he both pitied and looked down on her. Weak. Strong. Victimized. Brave. A multitude of contradictions- just like him. The thoughts roll around and around in his mind, unclear if his view of her has shifted… perhaps it’s better left for thinking on later when he’s alone.

Chapter title is my fave Crumb song, Locket!

With Stars to Fill My Dream (5) - Close Your Eyes and Hear My Secret

I finally have images!!! Please enjoy them throughout this post!

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 6,850

I have some screenshots! Finally! Here are some good ones pertaining to this chapter! 🖤 And thank you for coming! Opening under the cut!

Astarion had found the source of his suspicion at last. He watches Ofelia plead for the girl, her eyes glowing a soft pink. Purple light swirls around her extended fingertips, reaching for Kagha. The man, Rath, watches and doesn’t say a word. He nods to Astarion, however, allowing it if it means sparing the girl. He can tell they’re all afraid to stand up to Kagha, and Ofelia’s the perfect tool to do so. Risky, but effective.

She succeeds, and Astarion sets his jaw. So. She’s been lying about not knowing magic. What else has she been lying about? Being kidnapped? Could she be behind them being tadpoled? What an elaborate ploy, so utterly convincing that he curses himself for not seeing it.

He decides to confront her- perhaps if he gets her to confess, he can use it as leverage to keep himself safe, in the group, guaranteed a spot at the table. Maybe she’ll even let him into whatever she has planned, spare him from his illithid fate. Then he’ll be able to remove Cazador from the equation and… finally be free.

She scrambles, tears springing up in her eyes. He sneers at her in disgust, alarmed at her proficiency in playing this part so well, for turning her sobbing on him, to appeal to him. She’ll not find pity here, or compassion. It’s almost worth it, to see her snide and sour comments and expressions reduced to this- he reduced her to this.

Regretfully, he allows her one small mercy- to be in her head. Here, all of it will be laid bare. It’s better than having her tell him with her words. This way, he’ll get the raw, unfettered truth.

It isn’t what he’d expected, however.

With Stars to Fill My Dream (5) - Close Your Eyes and Hear My Secret

I finally have images!!! Please enjoy them throughout this post!

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 6,850

I have some screenshots! Finally! Here are some good ones pertaining to this chapter! 🖤 And thank you for coming! Opening under the cut!

Astarion had found the source of his suspicion at last. He watches Ofelia plead for the girl, her eyes glowing a soft pink. Purple light swirls around her extended fingertips, reaching for Kagha. The man, Rath, watches and doesn’t say a word. He nods to Astarion, however, allowing it if it means sparing the girl. He can tell they’re all afraid to stand up to Kagha, and Ofelia’s the perfect tool to do so. Risky, but effective.

She succeeds, and Astarion sets his jaw. So. She’s been lying about not knowing magic. What else has she been lying about? Being kidnapped? Could she be behind them being tadpoled? What an elaborate ploy, so utterly convincing that he curses himself for not seeing it.

He decides to confront her- perhaps if he gets her to confess, he can use it as leverage to keep himself safe, in the group, guaranteed a spot at the table. Maybe she’ll even let him into whatever she has planned, spare him from his illithid fate. Then he’ll be able to remove Cazador from the equation and… finally be free.

She scrambles, tears springing up in her eyes. He sneers at her in disgust, alarmed at her proficiency in playing this part so well, for turning her sobbing on him, to appeal to him. She’ll not find pity here, or compassion. It’s almost worth it, to see her snide and sour comments and expressions reduced to this- he reduced her to this.

Regretfully, he allows her one small mercy- to be in her head. Here, all of it will be laid bare. It’s better than having her tell him with her words. This way, he’ll get the raw, unfettered truth.

It isn’t what he’d expected, however.

With Stars to Fill My Dream (5) - Close Your Eyes and Hear My Secret

I finally have images!!! Please enjoy them throughout this post!

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 6,850

I have some screenshots! Finally! Here are some good ones pertaining to this chapter! 🖤 And thank you for coming! Opening under the cut!

Astarion had found the source of his suspicion at last. He watches Ofelia plead for the girl, her eyes glowing a soft pink. Purple light swirls around her extended fingertips, reaching for Kagha. The man, Rath, watches and doesn’t say a word. He nods to Astarion, however, allowing it if it means sparing the girl. He can tell they’re all afraid to stand up to Kagha, and Ofelia’s the perfect tool to do so. Risky, but effective.

She succeeds, and Astarion sets his jaw. So. She’s been lying about not knowing magic. What else has she been lying about? Being kidnapped? Could she be behind them being tadpoled? What an elaborate ploy, so utterly convincing that he curses himself for not seeing it.

He decides to confront her- perhaps if he gets her to confess, he can use it as leverage to keep himself safe, in the group, guaranteed a spot at the table. Maybe she’ll even let him into whatever she has planned, spare him from his illithid fate. Then he’ll be able to remove Cazador from the equation and… finally be free.

She scrambles, tears springing up in her eyes. He sneers at her in disgust, alarmed at her proficiency in playing this part so well, for turning her sobbing on him, to appeal to him. She’ll not find pity here, or compassion. It’s almost worth it, to see her snide and sour comments and expressions reduced to this- he reduced her to this.

Regretfully, he allows her one small mercy- to be in her head. Here, all of it will be laid bare. It’s better than having her tell him with her words. This way, he’ll get the raw, unfettered truth.

It isn’t what he’d expected, however.

A Taste of the Divine

pairing: Astarion/f!reader rating: 18+ MDNI word count: 1.5k tags/warnings: soft Astarion, dirty talk, blowjobs, praise kink, breast fucking, no plot; all filth summary: Typically, Astarion is the one to lavish affection on you, but tonight you're in the mood for something a little different. After all, isn't devotion best done on your knees? AO3 ┊ masterlist

Astarion barely has time to mourn the loss of your lips when you sink to your knees before him. Whatever protest he's mustered dies in his throat the moment you press your mouth against his semi-hard cock through the fabric of his pants, signaling your intentions.

Typically, Astarion is the one to lavish affection on you, but tonight you're in the mood for something a little different.

“Let me,” you insist, pushing his hands away when he reaches to untie his laces. Astarion quirks a brow, the tip of one sharp fang gleaming behind his lips as he smirks down at you.

“Eager tonight, are we? I suppose it's been a while…”

“It's been two days,” you remind him, too busy with his laces to toss him the eyeroll he deserves.

“Like I said,” Astarion drawls smugly, helping you slip him out of his clothes. “You must have missed it quite badly if –”

The sensation of your hand wrapped around his cock, thumb pressed over the tip, short-circuits his brain, and Astarion stops halfway through removing his shirt to stare down at you. His cock swells to full hardness when he sees you lick your lips, breath fanning out across his sensitive skin as you sigh contentedly.

Yes, you were more than eager – you always are for him, it seems – but there's nothing quite so satisfying as rendering him completely speechless. You remove your hand from his cock, making yourself at home between his legs upon the bearskin rug splayed out at the foot of the exquisite chaise lounge you had been sitting on only moments ago, reading your book beside the crackling fireplace.

“What was that?” you say innocently, encouraged by the way Astarion hisses through his teeth the moment your tongue presses against the base of his cock.

You flutter your lashes coyly and meet his molten gaze, licking a slow, languid stripe along the prominent vein that spans the full length of him. Astarion's eyes are half-lidded now, simmering embers that watch your every move with reverence. His shallow panting is barely audible through his shirt, which he's shoved into his mouth rather than bother with the hassle of removing it completely.

The teasing swipe of your tongue against the sensitive head of his cock sends him spiraling, fangs biting down into the linen as a needy whimper catches in his throat. Precome spills onto your tongue, salty-sweet and heady.

“Pl…ease,” he whines, voice cracking around the single syllable. He stumbles back and barely catches himself on the mantle, knees buckling when you repeat the motion. 

“I can't hear you, love,” you murmur against him, pressing a trail of featherlight kisses towards the junction of his thighs. You can feel him tremble beneath you, taken apart by the softest touch of your mouth as you continue to worship him with lips and tongue and teeth. “You'll have to speak up.”

The shirt falls from his mouth and Astarion clumsily lifts it over his head; it disappears somewhere behind the chaise lounge when he tosses it aside.

“I don't –” he tries, voice wavering. “I can't… ahh…!”

Your blunted teeth nip lightly at the soft skin of his inner thigh, and Astarion bucks his hips into the hand you've wrapped around him to replace your mouth.

“It's all right,” you coo, pumping him in your hand as you wrap your lips around the swollen pink tip and begin to suck. Gently, at first, just to tease, before you press the flat of your tongue against the slit and moan. “You don't need to do anything but relax.”

Astarion lets out a keening noise, a delicious, needy little thing that makes your toes curl. Oh how you love him like this, whimpering, writhing, and completely at your mercy. 

The only thing that matters now is his pleasure.

“Let me take care of you tonight.”

Astarion nods – or tries to, but his body responds so slowly to his commands. Your mouth leaves him only for a moment, only enough time for you to guide him back onto the chaise lounge before you are on him once more, cock plunging into your mouth as you take him deep.

You work him with both your lips and your hand, alternating pressure as you hollow your cheeks and gently caress his balls. Lips stretched tightly around him, you watch as his face contorts as each wave of ecstasy washes over him, taking cues from the noises he makes to repeat the motions he seems to like best. Astarion seems particularly fond of the way your tongue glides over him on the downstroke, the vibration of your languid moans making him shudder as he balls his fist and pleads for more, more, more .

Bracing your hands on his thighs, you swallow him to the base, tears pricking in your eyes each time his swollen cockhead bumps the back of your throat. Wetness pools between your thighs, the sound of his undiluted pleasure the sweetest symphony. Your face is just as ruined, the slick sheen of saliva covering your lips and his cock equally obscene as the wanton little noises you make for him.

But eventually you must breathe, and Astarion makes a noise of protest as your mouth slides off him with a wet pop, a silvery strand of saliva still connecting you . Hia cock still stands at attention as it bobs two and fro with every one of his shallow, ragged breaths. An idea suddenly strikes you, and you smile sweetly at him, a hint of slyness in your eyes.

“I’d like to try something different tonight,” you tell him, reaching for the hem of your nightgown and pulling it over your head. Astarion's eyes immediately widen at the sight of your breasts, heavy and full as you press them together enticingly. You know how much he loves them, how he can't get enough of kneading them with his hands and taking the pert little peaks between his teeth.

Confusion colors his expression, but when you position yourself over his cock, he knows immediately what you mean to do.

“You wicked little thing,” he laughs breathlessly, cock twitching in anticipation. Another bead of precome gathers on the tip before spilling down the shaft, glistening in the firelight. “Yes.”

Astarion is more than eager to let you slip his cock between the pillows of your breasts, aided by your spittle and his own mounting arousal. You test the motion slowly at first, pressing yourself tightly around him as you glide back and forth along his length, hungry gaze trained on the way his tip peeks out between your breasts each time he thrusts his hips up into your inviting heat. 

“More,” he groans, teeth grit before another keening whine tears itself from his throat. “I need more.”

You gladly give him what he wants, increasing the pace of your thrusts and sighing softly when Astarion cards his fingers through your hair and anchors his grip for extra leverage. His own thrusts are shallow but eager, mouth falling slack as his eyes slip halfway closed again as if in a daze.

You feel him grow tense before long, thighs trembling as his climax builds like a taut string about to snap.

He's so, so close now. He doesn't need to tell you for you to know, but he tries all the same, voice thin and strained as he fumbles for the words.

“I'm so… fuck , darling, going to… ohh… Gods, that’s –”

“You're doing so good for me, Astarion,” you say, your eyes full of nothing but affection as they sweep gently over his face. “It's okay, you can come, come for me, love…”

“He throws his head back and tightens the hand in your hair, roaring as he tumbles headfirst into a blinding, blissful climax. Thick ropes of his spend paint your throat and your breasts in milky white, and you poke your tongue out over your lips to catch a few errant drops.

When Astarion pieces his brain back together well enough to make at least a single coherent thought, you catch him staring up at you with a strange look in his eye, caught somewhere between reverence and amusement.

“Gods,” he groans. He means to sound snarky, but he can't hide his smile. “You're going to kill me, darling.”

“Oh, hush.” You scoff and roll your eyes. “You liked it.”

Astarion helps you wipe yourself clean, distracting you both with chaste little kisses across your face along the way, but no more than five seconds after the thing is done he pulls you giggling and squirming into bed. He gathers you tightly into his arms, sighing contentedly as you make yourself comfortable against him. He presses another series of soft kisses along the nape of your neck and up to the shell of your ear.

“You spoil me, my love. And I can't wait to return the favor.”

WIP Wednesday!!

Thank you for tagging me, @khywren !! 😘🫂🫂

Please see the below WIP for chapter 6 of With Stars to Fill My Dream! BITE NIGHT, BITE NIGHT, BITE NIGHT!! 🥳🥳

FYI- WSTFMD will be going on a two-week hiatus after chapter 6 goes up this Sunday, 8/18! I'll be travelling to the east coast US for over a week long vacation and while I'm out, I'll still post wips and if time allows, be able to post my incubus fic either shortly before or after my return!

Without further adieu:

Tonight, Astarion decides he’ll risk it all for a bite.

He’d nearly limped back to camp after draining the deer, every thought fixated on her, on tasting her, of swallowing a mouthful of her blood just to see if it’d finally be what he imagined it to be, if it’d finally fill him up…

Once he’s on the outskirts of camp he sees her lying alone by the fire. Her chest rises and falls, her lashes dusting her cheeks. She’s ripe for the taking, her beating heart thundering in his ears. Her body beckons him closer until he’s standing above her, swallowing thickly. He’s so close he can almost taste it, drifting closer as his legs move on their own.

He falls to his knees, helpless to his desire. Something stirs within- trepidation. Fear of being caught… he’s fragile, weary, so hungry that he somehow feels guilty for wanting to take from her, for being sneaky like this… It must be the thirst making him feel ashamed…

There’s nothing else on his mind, nothing but the ba-dum, ba-dum in the silent night. It’s so loud, clouding his mind. He holds his breath, trying to resist, to not breathe in her scent. The strength of it transcends his barriers, and he can no longer deny himself, betting on odds that outstack him…

Tagging: @preciouslittlebhaalbae @inkymoonbunny @verbenaa @ladyduellist @elinorbard @justabiteofspite @bhaalsdeepbat @sashitf

Reblogging today and thinking about these two idiots.

I can't wait to share the next chapter- I've always been obsessed with vampires since I was a younger, so I hope I do it enough justice that smaller me would be awed and impressed ❤️ And larger me, too. ❤️

With Stars to Fill My Dream (5) - Close Your Eyes and Hear My Secret

I finally have images!!! Please enjoy them throughout this post!

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 6,850

I have some screenshots! Finally! Here are some good ones pertaining to this chapter! 🖤 And thank you for coming! Opening under the cut!

Astarion had found the source of his suspicion at last. He watches Ofelia plead for the girl, her eyes glowing a soft pink. Purple light swirls around her extended fingertips, reaching for Kagha. The man, Rath, watches and doesn’t say a word. He nods to Astarion, however, allowing it if it means sparing the girl. He can tell they’re all afraid to stand up to Kagha, and Ofelia’s the perfect tool to do so. Risky, but effective.

She succeeds, and Astarion sets his jaw. So. She’s been lying about not knowing magic. What else has she been lying about? Being kidnapped? Could she be behind them being tadpoled? What an elaborate ploy, so utterly convincing that he curses himself for not seeing it.

He decides to confront her- perhaps if he gets her to confess, he can use it as leverage to keep himself safe, in the group, guaranteed a spot at the table. Maybe she’ll even let him into whatever she has planned, spare him from his illithid fate. Then he’ll be able to remove Cazador from the equation and… finally be free.

She scrambles, tears springing up in her eyes. He sneers at her in disgust, alarmed at her proficiency in playing this part so well, for turning her sobbing on him, to appeal to him. She’ll not find pity here, or compassion. It’s almost worth it, to see her snide and sour comments and expressions reduced to this- he reduced her to this.

Regretfully, he allows her one small mercy- to be in her head. Here, all of it will be laid bare. It’s better than having her tell him with her words. This way, he’ll get the raw, unfettered truth.

It isn’t what he’d expected, however.

Furious that this song won't be in my fic till we hit 300k or something. Sharing my favorite verse for Ofelia and Astarion.

Your arms are lovely, yellow and rose Your back's a meadow covered in snow Your thighs are thistles and hothouse grapes You breathe your sweet breath and have me wait In the dark, you tell me of a flower That only blooms in the violet hour I turned the lights out, I cleaned the sheets You changed the station, turned up the heat And now you're sailing upon your chair You got me tangled up inside with your beautiful black hair

With Stars to Fill My Dream (6) - My Thoughts You Can't Decode

I have been looking forward to this chapter for so long!!! I'm so excited to share this one with you all- I worked hard, and I think it shows, and I hope it's good! 💖 Please let me know your thoughts, and have a wonderful night! 🦇

FYI- This story will be going on a 2-week hiatus as I'm going to the east coast of the US for vacation!! Please look forward to Sunday, September 8th for Chapter 7!! 🖤

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 7,184

Please enjoy some screenshots below as well as the opening under the cut! 🖤

“Ugh, what is it that you’re furiously scribbling down?” Astarion asks, folding his legs over his lap as Ofelia hunches over that journal she’d shown them the first night. She flicks her eyes up at him and he tenses.

That’s right. She’d seen a little too much today- ever since the boar she’s been distancing herself from him. It’s slight but still noticeable, and he needs to get close again or else he may lose her…

“I’m drawing,” She murmurs, uncrossing her legs to stretch and hold the book against her thigh. They sit near the fringes of camp, Gale beginning to prepare for dinner as the others set up tents and wind down for the day.

“What is it you’re drawing?” Ofelia perks up, and he mentally breathes a sigh of relief that she seems to want to engage with him again.

“I like to journal, and when I’m done I’ll fill the spaces around the page with things I’ve seen that day. Here look,” She scoots over to him and he stiffens in her presence as she thumbs through it. His eyes track over the wizard’s face, Shadowheart’s, Lae’zel’s, and even Wyll’s. There’s another form on the opposite page beside her messy penmanship, and instead of a bust, it’s the entire figure. The angles are sharp, broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs. The more time he spends looking, the realization begins to dawn on him who she’s drawn, and the ruby irises glare back at him disapprovingly.

“Oh,” He murmurs, regretfully watching her flip the page to a warg, a goblin, and Withers. There are a few spaces where she’s filled them with just eyes, more of them red than any of the others. He sees birds, the tiefling man- he snorts- depictions of the moon and different weapons. They’re impressive for just sketches, and she turns to another page where she’s been focusing on each of their heads. His breathing goes still when she shows him his.

“Sorry if it’s a little strange, I usually draw from memory or references, so I’ve been going with what’s around me, hence sketching you all.” Her smile is sheepish and fragile and he nods, not paying too close attention.

He reaches up to touch his lips- are they really that plush? Are his brows that full? Are his ears really that long, or is she exaggerating? And the dot on his cheek- there’s no way he has blemishes. What’s she playing at?

He smiles softly, covering up the warble in his voice with a slight laugh.

“Darling, my ears aren’t that big.” She chuckles.

“They’re pretty big, trust me,”

With Stars to Fill My Dream (6) - My Thoughts You Can't Decode

I have been looking forward to this chapter for so long!!! I'm so excited to share this one with you all- I worked hard, and I think it shows, and I hope it's good! 💖 Please let me know your thoughts, and have a wonderful night! 🦇

FYI- This story will be going on a 2-week hiatus as I'm going to the east coast of the US for vacation!! Please look forward to Sunday, September 8th for Chapter 7!! 🖤

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 7,184

Please enjoy some screenshots below as well as the opening under the cut! 🖤

“Ugh, what is it that you’re furiously scribbling down?” Astarion asks, folding his legs over his lap as Ofelia hunches over that journal she’d shown them the first night. She flicks her eyes up at him and he tenses.

That’s right. She’d seen a little too much today- ever since the boar she’s been distancing herself from him. It’s slight but still noticeable, and he needs to get close again or else he may lose her…

“I’m drawing,” She murmurs, uncrossing her legs to stretch and hold the book against her thigh. They sit near the fringes of camp, Gale beginning to prepare for dinner as the others set up tents and wind down for the day.

“What is it you’re drawing?” Ofelia perks up, and he mentally breathes a sigh of relief that she seems to want to engage with him again.

“I like to journal, and when I’m done I’ll fill the spaces around the page with things I’ve seen that day. Here look,” She scoots over to him and he stiffens in her presence as she thumbs through it. His eyes track over the wizard’s face, Shadowheart’s, Lae’zel’s, and even Wyll’s. There’s another form on the opposite page beside her messy penmanship, and instead of a bust, it’s the entire figure. The angles are sharp, broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs. The more time he spends looking, the realization begins to dawn on him who she’s drawn, and the ruby irises glare back at him disapprovingly.

“Oh,” He murmurs, regretfully watching her flip the page to a warg, a goblin, and Withers. There are a few spaces where she’s filled them with just eyes, more of them red than any of the others. He sees birds, the tiefling man- he snorts- depictions of the moon and different weapons. They’re impressive for just sketches, and she turns to another page where she’s been focusing on each of their heads. His breathing goes still when she shows him his.

“Sorry if it’s a little strange, I usually draw from memory or references, so I’ve been going with what’s around me, hence sketching you all.” Her smile is sheepish and fragile and he nods, not paying too close attention.

He reaches up to touch his lips- are they really that plush? Are his brows that full? Are his ears really that long, or is she exaggerating? And the dot on his cheek- there’s no way he has blemishes. What’s she playing at?

He smiles softly, covering up the warble in his voice with a slight laugh.

“Darling, my ears aren’t that big.” She chuckles.

“They’re pretty big, trust me,”

With Stars to Fill My Dream (6) - My Thoughts You Can't Decode

I have been looking forward to this chapter for so long!!! I'm so excited to share this one with you all- I worked hard, and I think it shows, and I hope it's good! 💖 Please let me know your thoughts, and have a wonderful night! 🦇

FYI- This story will be going on a 2-week hiatus as I'm going to the east coast of the US for vacation!! Please look forward to Sunday, September 8th for Chapter 7!! 🖤

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 7,184

Please enjoy some screenshots below as well as the opening under the cut! 🖤

“Ugh, what is it that you’re furiously scribbling down?” Astarion asks, folding his legs over his lap as Ofelia hunches over that journal she’d shown them the first night. She flicks her eyes up at him and he tenses.

That’s right. She’d seen a little too much today- ever since the boar she’s been distancing herself from him. It’s slight but still noticeable, and he needs to get close again or else he may lose her…

“I’m drawing,” She murmurs, uncrossing her legs to stretch and hold the book against her thigh. They sit near the fringes of camp, Gale beginning to prepare for dinner as the others set up tents and wind down for the day.

“What is it you’re drawing?” Ofelia perks up, and he mentally breathes a sigh of relief that she seems to want to engage with him again.

“I like to journal, and when I’m done I’ll fill the spaces around the page with things I’ve seen that day. Here look,” She scoots over to him and he stiffens in her presence as she thumbs through it. His eyes track over the wizard’s face, Shadowheart’s, Lae’zel’s, and even Wyll’s. There’s another form on the opposite page beside her messy penmanship, and instead of a bust, it’s the entire figure. The angles are sharp, broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs. The more time he spends looking, the realization begins to dawn on him who she’s drawn, and the ruby irises glare back at him disapprovingly.

“Oh,” He murmurs, regretfully watching her flip the page to a warg, a goblin, and Withers. There are a few spaces where she’s filled them with just eyes, more of them red than any of the others. He sees birds, the tiefling man- he snorts- depictions of the moon and different weapons. They’re impressive for just sketches, and she turns to another page where she’s been focusing on each of their heads. His breathing goes still when she shows him his.

“Sorry if it’s a little strange, I usually draw from memory or references, so I’ve been going with what’s around me, hence sketching you all.” Her smile is sheepish and fragile and he nods, not paying too close attention.

He reaches up to touch his lips- are they really that plush? Are his brows that full? Are his ears really that long, or is she exaggerating? And the dot on his cheek- there’s no way he has blemishes. What’s she playing at?

He smiles softly, covering up the warble in his voice with a slight laugh.

“Darling, my ears aren’t that big.” She chuckles.

“They’re pretty big, trust me,”