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Another breathtaking piece from @dafna-winchester 🩷❤️

I can't stop looking at their faces here. I've written so much about their relationship, and it's such a complicated situation, but I feel like I've been honored to have such an amazing artist illustrate the steps in their journey. Again, thank you Dafna. Words won't ever be enough to encapsulate the feelings your art brings me 🩷

Eternal

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.2K WC

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Warnings: yelling, Astarion being a dick, arguing, angst, hurt/comfort, #sadgirlhours @ me bitches (it’s me, I’m bitches), ends fluffy because I can't stay mad at my baby

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Astarion had been in a bad mood the whole day. You noticed it this morning when you woke up without him. You found him down by the stream, he had ignored you a bit. You left him be, thinking he was just not in the mood to talk that early. However, he seemed to be avoiding you and whenever you were in his general vicinity he seemed… irritated? You were beyond confused, everything had been going well for months, you had little bickering spats but nothing serious. Your worst fears broke into your mind; did he want to break up? No, of course not. That’s silly. You willed your feet to walk to him at the campfire. He ignored your presence until you sat next to him. Close enough to bump shoulders. Astarion shuddered away from you. That hurt, yet you persisted. You were jovial and elated, talking and laughing with the others around the fire. You turned to kiss Astarion’s cheek and hold his hand. 

He scoffed before untangling himself from you, “Gods Y/N stop! Stop being so clingy its fucking infuriating.” he said loudly. 

Camp was silent, the others looking at Astarion before looking at you. You were petrified, your breathing had stopped. You felt your eyes welling up with tears. You slowly stood up from the log and started walking to your tent.

“Y/N…” Karlach whispered. Shadowheart gently held your arm before you patted her hand, giving her the most broken smile. You kept walking until you were able to curl up in a ball, in private and let your sobs out into your pillow. 

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“What the fuck?” Shadowheart snapped at Astarion as soon as you were inside your tent. 

“What? Lovers can’t quarrel?” Astarion huffed out looking away from everyone. The ball of shame inside him started to consume him. 

“Quarrel? Yes. Yell and demean? No. You hurt them Astarion, lovers don’t do that.” Gale chimed in.

“Always tell the truth is my motto, they needed to hear it.” Astarion waved everyone off, trying his best to sound his regular posh self. 

“Yeah, well, here's a truth for you - you're an asshole.” Karlach said, glaring before her and Shadowheart sauntered off to your tent to comfort you. 

Wyll walked away shaking his head in disapproval. Gale walked to his tent but stopped in front of Astarion, softly clapping his hand onto his shoulder. “They worry you know? About everything when it comes to you two. Their thoughts about it are so loud I hear them nonstop. It's quite deafening actually. Do you want to know what I hear now?” 

Astarion’s eyes turned soft, he was almost afraid to know but nodded anyway.

“Fear. Of losing you. Of overstepping your physical boundaries. Of being kicked out of camp. Of existing… I know you feel deeply for Y/N but they do not deserve to feel this way. If you are going to treat them like this, end it. I do not like to see my friends in anguish, and right now, they are suffering. Thanks to you.” Astarion had never seen Gale so stoic, so protective. And worst of all, Gale was right. 

Astarion hung his head, he rubbed his hands over his face in frustration before pushing past Gale. Astarion quietly made his way to your tent. The sight inside broke him down completely. There you were, crying into Karlach’s chest as Shadowheart held your hand and whispered honeyed words to you. Astarion gathered some courage before taking in a sharp breath and walking in. The women immediately glared at him. If looks could kill, he’d be back in that coffin, 6 feet under. He put his hands up, showing he meant no harm. You sat up, finally looking at Astarion. You wiped your face of tears. You nodded at the women, letting them know you could hold your own in this moment. They left the tent, both of them “accidentally” shoving Astarion’s shoulder. 

Your lip was quivering and you felt a lump in your throat, you swallowed it down before saying “Say your piece.”

Scared! Run! Hide! Astarion’s tadpole wriggled and screamed at him. You really were scared of him, the thought itself killed him. 

“Little love…” he whispered, trying to take your hand. You yanked it away and scooted further away from him. Hurt flashed across his eyes and he had nobody to blame but himself. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I’m sorry…” he spoke quickly, unfamiliar still with trying to communicate his feelings. 

“Did I do something wrong?” you whispered, the lump forming again quickly. 

Astarion wanted so badly to hold you. Truth was you weren’t clingy. You were perfect. A fucking saint actually. He was incredibly lucky to have such a kind soul love him. He loved you more than anyone, anything. All the malice in his body melted away in that moment. “No, my sweet. I… Truth be told, I have been in a sour mood for a while.” he did his best to explain.

Your face dropped even further, “Do you want to break up?” your voice wavered heavily. You didn’t want to keep him trapped if that is how he felt. It would break you but not all broken things are lost. You would mend, eventually. He would be a jagged scar across your heart and soul. 

Astarion’s head snapped up, “No!” he said frantically, crawling a bit closer to you. You backed up a bit before stilling, he looked… guilty? “I… I am sorry… It’s still hard to talk about how I feel… and I am… anxious.” he forced out. 

“About?” you asked softly, straightening your back so you and Astarion were about an arms length away.

“I… worry. About us… after all this is over… about what life looks like. I’m… I’m afraid that if I cannot walk in the sun you will…” he stuttered out his response, fear was now his to host inside. 

“Leave?” you said with a look of surprise on your face. 

Astarion nodded, eyes flitting between yours. He looked vulnerable and subdued. 

“I will follow you anywhere. I would burn the world for you. I would slay the sun and bathe the world in darkness for you. Nothing can separate my soul from yours. I love you.” You said with confidence, and yet there was gentleness in it. 

Astarion’s eyes glossed over a bit. “I love you… it’s why I’m so scared… I don’t want to be alone again… I’m so sorry. ” he let out a sniffle. 

That was enough for you. You pulled him into a tight hug, “And you never will be, not if I have any say in the matter.”  

He hugged you back just as tight. “I love you. I love your touch. I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you.” he mumbled into the crook of your neck. 

You shushed him and kissed his cheek, pulling back to look at him. “I am yours. You are mine. From this day until my last day. The sun has no bearing on the matter.” you whispered on his lips. He nipped your lip before kissing you hungrily.

“Good…” he said in between kisses, “selfless as I am, I’m not ready to let you go.”

You giggled as he kissed over your face, his hands wandering as far as you’d allow. You drank him in, both of your worries devoured by your equal, undying love for one another.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello!!! Another little fic that popped into my head today. Work is exhausting and its only Monday :') ughhhhhhh...... might have to wait a bit to get another fic out but I hope you guy's like this one! As always - thank you for all the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests! Stay safe out there ya'll - ILYSM <3 xoxoxoxoxo

Little Mouse

Haarlep x Y/N - drabble - 753 WC NSFW 18+

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Warnings: illusions to sex, one mention of SA, Raphael (he's so sexy but fuck he is an ass), Haarlep being a sweetie, not as sad girl hours as the last few fics so yayyyyyy, fluffy af because Haarlep is baby girl

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“Make sure they learn their lesson Haarlep.” Raphael said as he left the boudoir, waving his hand dismissively.

“Of course…” Haarlep said maniacally, inches away from your face as they pinned you to the bed.

You whimpered, stray tears running down your face. Mentally preparing for whatever Haarlep was going to do to you. As soon as Raphael disappeared into a puff of black smoke Haarlep let go of you and climbed off the bed, tossing a blanket over your naked form. You looked at them confused, tightly grasping the blanket to your chest.

“You’re alright little mouse, I won’t hurt you.” they spoke softly, walking towards the large pool at the front of the boudoir.

You wrapped yourself in the blanket, cautiously walking to the pool. “Why not?” You said with genuine curiosity. Devils weren’t exactly known to be kind, or to disobey their masters. 

“I don’t enjoy hurting people. Especially ones as lovely as you.” they said, wading into the warm water. 

You sat on the edge, dipping your feet in. “As lovely as me?” You questioned, unsure of what they meant considering you two had never met. 

“Raphael wanted me to…” they gestured between the two of you, alluding to a heinous act. “so he could make love to your shape through me. I can put on a glamour of anyone I bed… but you… I’ve read his diary, he wants you because of your kindness, your innocence. He wants to feel as if he could corrupt you. Destroy you. He is most upset that you didn’t accept his deal.” Haarlep sighed, running their hands over the water causing ripples. 

“Considering his contract required I sleep with him… I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” You felt defeated in the moment, who knew denying him would cause all this.

“Raphael doesn’t like to lose. And he lost big when he lost you.” Haarlep shrugged.

“What are you going to do? When he wants to… use my form?” You flicked your eyes to their dark ones.

“Accept my punishment as I always do.” Haarlep’s facade faltered, they looked pained to even think about what creative punishment Raphael would conjure up for them.

You mulled it over in your mind. Haarlep had been nothing but kind to you. You wanted to help them. But could you live with yourself knowing Raphael could use your body? Know that at any point you could feel ghostly hands over you? 

“I don’t want to see you hurt…” you whispered. You submerged yourself in the glimmering pool. Slowly making your way to them. You held their cheek when you reached them. They flinched initially which made your heart sink. They had not known a gentle touch in a long time, perhaps ever. “Trust me?” You asked softly. 

They nodded, watching your every move. You leaned in, barely kissing them. You moved their arm to gently hold your waist. They pulled you closer ever so slightly, almost afraid they would break you. You held their face with both your hands, deepening the kiss as they reciprocated. They pulled you into their lap, you straddled them.

“Are you ok with this?” you whispered against their lips. They searched your eyes for a moment, you weren't sure what they were looking for. 

“Yes… but I… I don’t want it to be like the other times…” they rambled, you had never seen an incubus so… unsure. So human.

You nodded, leaning your forehead against theirs. “Let me love you?” you asked, barely audible.

“Please…” they whispered before pulling you into a deep kiss, full of passion. They explored you, slowly and completely, as you did them. This wasn’t lust. This was something deeper than that. Not quite love. Some space in between. A gray area that neither of you had been before. Every touch was intentional. Curiosity and pleasure combining into this moment. 

They held you close to them as your breaths evened out. Haarlep traced the purple marks they nipped into your neck and chest. You kissed over their face gently. 

“Thank you…” they said, eyes meeting yours.

“I think we both deserve to know gentleness, kindness. I know you’ll have to… use my form. But I want you to know I don’t regret this. I don’t regret you.” you kissed their lips again.

“Stay with me?” Haarlep asked, almost as if they knew your answer already.

“We kill Raphael and I’ll stay.” you said in all seriousness. 

“Little mouse, I’d like nothing more.” they kissed you, finally smiling.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello!! Enjoy a little devil pillow time lol I'm so down bad for that sexy fucker. Will write again soon because I guess I get all this inspiration at night lol. Love ya'll, thank you for all the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests. XOXOXOXO

Endlessly

Astarion x plus size! Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC NSFW 18+

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Warnings: insecurities, yelling, self deprecation, fluff on fluff on fluff, Astarion being a big sap, loveeeeee

Part 2

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You and Astarion had been together for 8 bliss filled months. You knew you were in love with him the day he asked you to be his. Yet you never said it. He hadn’t said it either. Honestly, you were still amazed he was with you. You knew your size wasn’t perceived as conventionally attractive or desirable. It used to bother you, but you were quite comfortable in yourself now. Until it came to Astarion. It was like you were trying to hide any and all fat on your body when he was around. He had never made any negative remarks, quite the opposite actually. You just knew one day he would wake up and see through the honeyed fog of lust and find somebody who matched him. Somebody perfect, just like him. 

You watched as Karlach played in the stream, she had such a child-like wonder about her. It made you happy to just be in her presence. Shadowheart sat on the shore with you, meditating. Everyone else was back at camp. 

“Come on Y/N! Come play!” Karlach yelled, splashing a bit of water at you. 

You got up wading into the water up to your knees. Thankfully you wore shorts and a massively oversized top. You felt comfortable enough around everyone to be seen like this. You and Karlach flicked water at each other, finding rocks and shells to take back to camp. You talked about nothing and everything. Gale and Wyll made their way down, even Lae’zel. The weather was just too good to not enjoy your little beach. You didn’t see Astarion make his way down the hill. He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You lurched forwards, not used to touching as you were still nervous about it - especially when he touches your waist/stomach. Your foot slipped on the soft mud beneath you, you fell forwards. You caught yourself, avoiding any injury but you were soaked. Your clothes clung to you, your body on full display. You scrambled up, crossing your arms over your torso. You pushed past Astarion as he held a hand out to you. You rushed up the hill and to your tent, stripping your clothes off. 

“Darling? May I come in?” Astarion said from the front of your tent.

“Not right now Star.” You tried hard to hide the waiver in your voice, or the subtle sniffles you were letting out. You layered on clothes, wanting to hide within yourself somehow. 

“Love…” he said, barely peeking inside.

“I said not now! Please just go away…” you yelled, sounding harsher than you intended. You laid on your bedroll, curling into yourself. You cried until you fell asleep, the moment earlier exhausting and overwhelming you. 

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Astarion backed away from your tent. He had never heard you yell before, much less at him. He racked his brain, not exactly sure what he did wrong. It clicked after a moment, he touched you. You two had never established boundaries verbally but you knew he was ok with touching. You, however, were only ok with light touches that didn’t really invade your person. Holding hands, a kiss, caressing your face - all things he had done before that you seemed to be happy with. But today, perhaps he had overstepped. When he saw you and your radiant smile, so full of joy to just exist in the moment looking for shells and splashing about with Karlach. He acted on instinct, without even properly thinking it through. He felt positively wretched. Out of everyone he understood most how awful it is to have physical boundaries crossed, and he crossed yours. He walked to his tent glumly. He would seek you out later, right now he wanted to give you the space you deserved. 

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You woke up later. The crickets outside chirped and you could hear the campfire crackling. You rubbed your eyes. A blanket had been thrown over you, a note was folded up on your table. You got up and snatched it. “Find me when you wake - A” You sighed, closing your eyes. The way you yelled at him echoed in your mind. You were flustered, you hadn’t meant for it to sound so mean. You peeled off your coat, feeling hot and constricted in all the layers you had piled on. You left your tent in a sweater and pants. You felt less anxious than you had earlier, knowing your campmates didn’t care what you looked like. All you cared about was that Astarion had touched your stomach, the spot you were most insecure about. You couldn’t act like it wasn’t there anymore, you had to face him. You willed back your misty eyes, preparing for the worst. You softly called his name outside of his tent, waiting for him to call you in. He did, and he looked just as nervous as you felt. Your stomach dropped but you tried not to show it.

You sat rather far from him, wanting to have space between you both. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.” you spoke first.

“I’m not worried about that darling… I am worried about the fact that I hurt you.” he spoke softly but you could hear the guilt in his tone.

You looked at him, confusion dripping from your face. “I wasn’t thinking… and I know that isn’t an excuse, but I’m sorry I crossed your boundary. It won't happen again… that being said, we need to have a talk.”

Your blood ran cold, a cold sweat covering your back. This was it. You nodded stoically, convincing yourself not to cry. 

“I would like to know where you are comfortable with me touching you. I, personally, am comfortable with you touching me wherever, whenever.” he smiled at you gently, a simple twitch up the corners of his mouth.

Well… this is not where you thought the conversation was going. “I…” you tried to collect your thoughts, “I do like your touch. I want you to know that. I love it, in fact. What happened earlier wasn’t anything to do with you, I just…” you paused, unsure if you should even tell him. 

He looked at you with his big pleading eyes, you had to tell him or this wall would intrude upon your relationship.

“I am insecure about my… size… my weight. I know you have had many diviner conquests, and you yourself are a vision… I just… I don’t know… I don’t want to disappoint y-” you were cut off by his lips melding into yours. They were soft but you could feel a fire behind them. 

“Respectfully, darling, shut up.” he kissed you again, deeply. As if trying to convey a multitude of feelings at once. “You are perfect. And you are not a conquest, you are the one I…” he paused, his eyes flicking between yours before he spoke again. “You are the one I love. And I love all of you.”

You were shocked, you were sure you felt everything about your relationship deeper than he did. And yet, here he was saying he loves you. “I love you… I’m so sorry about this whole thing.” you scooted closer to him, reaching for his hand. 

“Don’t be sorry. I understand insecurities, nasty little thoughts that cannibalize you from within.” he cupped your cheek, “You have nothing to worry about. You are perfect, I love everything about you.” 

He sounded so sincere you couldn’t help but tear up. “Can we… work on expanding my boundaries? I want to touch you, and have you touch me… I just need some time to get comfortable. Get out of my head, ya know?” you asked, picking at your nails. You hadn’t talked about intimacy with anyone else before, not like this. 

“Of course little love… we’ll go at your pace. Honestly, I’m excited to do this with you.” he smiled, his fangs making an appearance. “I love you, endlessly.” he said as he kissed your cheeks before landing on your lips. The kiss was sweet, almost like it was sealing a promise.

“I love you, endlessly.” you spoke on his lips before connecting your mouths once again.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! I hope everyone enjoys, I haven't seen too many plus size reader inserts with Astarion so here is my shot at it. As a plus size person I think this kind of representation is important and very validating. Post again soon, love you guys!! Thanks for all the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests!! XOXOXOXO

Endlessly - Part 2

Astarion x plus size! Y/N - drabble - 3.1K WC

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Warnings: fluff, like oh my god so much fluff, smut, intimacy, boundaries, Astarion being a consent king, sappy af, so much love its disgusting, I really am a slutty romantic writing this shit

Part 1

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Astarion held your hand as you walked along the shore. He loved sunsets, as did you. You both stopped, watching as the sun slowly slipped behind the horizon. Baldur’s Gate could be seen off in the distance. He gave your cheek a quick peck before squeezing your hand. 

“Can I try something?” you asked nervously but with a beaming smile on your face. It had been a few weeks since your discussion about intimacy and boundaries. He never pushed you, he never tried anything, he never forced you. You felt so lucky to have someone so understanding. With that understanding came want. You wanted him to feel you, to touch you. That awful voice in your head is ever present, but when you were with him, it’s like it all faded away. 

“Of course darling.” he smiled at you, turning to face you. A curious and excited gleam rested in his scarlet eyes. 

You stepped closer to him, pulling his hands to your hips. You sucked in a breath when his palms rested on you, he smoothed his thumbs over a few times in reassurance. You let his hands go, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pulled him closer, your bodies resting against one another. 

Astarion could feel the slight tremble in your body when you pressed against each other. “Are you alright love? We can stop…” he wanted you to feel comfortable, and elated as he was to be holding you, none of that mattered if you didn’t completely want it. 

You tightened your grip on him, nestling your head in the crook of his neck and closing your eyes as your breathed him in. He always smelt so good, he smelt like home. “I like this… just nervous…” you mumbled. 

Astarion slowly tightened his grip on you, giving you ample time to stop him or pull away. He rested his head on top of yours, swaying you both back and forth slightly. “About what little love?” he asked.

You swallowed nervously, not wanting to sound dumb. “I just… you can feel my stomach against you…” you pulled away a bit, verbalizing the nasty thought made you want to put distance between the two of you. 

Astarion pulled away too, his hands now just resting on your hips like before. “I didn’t even think of that… Are you alright? Do you want to stop?” 

Why did he have to be so sweet? You smiled at him “No, I can’t let the thoughts win… did you… like it?” your fingers played with the curls at the base of his neck nervously. 

Astarion smiled before kissing you gently. One hand coming to hold your face, the other pulling you back into him by your hip. You let out a little squeak, purely surprised - and admittedly a little turned on. He was so smooth, so intentional. There was no room to question his feelings towards you because he made them known. You let your hands fall from his neck. One holding his face, the other resting on his broad chest. He pulled away after a moment, both of you needing air. He leaned his forehead against yours.

“You are divine…” you whispered, thumb tracing his lower lip.

“You are mine…” he whispered back, kissing you briefly once more. 

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Days passed and you couldn’t get the thought of how you felt on the beach with Astarion out of your mind. Everywhere he touched made you feel electrified. The nagging voice in your head was snuffed out when you talked to him, when he touched you. You wanted more, all you had to do was ask for it. But you didn’t know where to go from here. This was uncharted waters. 

Astarion broke you out of your trance when he walked into your tent. “Are you alright my dear? You look troubled.” he sat down with you, holding your hand.

You smiled at him before looking back down. “I’m alright my love… I just… I’m confused, I suppose.” you sucked in a breath, collecting your thoughts. “On the beach, when you touched me… I felt so happy, so… excited. I want you to touch me again, I’m just not sure where. Or how. I haven’t done… anything super intimate with another before.” your cheeks were burning and you were on eggshells waiting for his response.

“I’m honored, my sweet. But we don’t have to immediately dive into things like sex. I was overjoyed to just hold you. Whatever you want, we can do.” Astarion kissed the back of your hand.

You took a breath before guiding his hand to your chest. You placed his palm flat over your heart, holding it there for a moment. 

“Your hearts beating so fast…” he whispered. 

“It does this whenever I’m with you…” you chuckled. You slowly moved his hand downwards so he was caressing your chest. Your heart was going so fast you feared it might stop. You pushed yourself up onto your knees. Astarion watched you with big eyes, anticipating your next move. You moved your legs apart and straddled him. His hands made their way to your hips. That familiar electricity spread across your skin when he touched you. You hovered over him not wanting to crush him.

“Sit.” he said.

Your eyes drooped with anxiety, “I don’t want to crush you.”

“Sit, pet.” his low seductive voice sending a shiver down your spine. You cautiously did as he asked. “Perfect.” he said darkly as he squeezed the flesh of your hips. 

You kept your hands on top of his, gingerly moving them from your hips to your thighs. “Can I tell you something darling?” 

You nodded, still trying to regulate your erratic heart. 

“I’ve always loved your thighs. They're so plush, so soft. This right now is a dream come true.”

You let out a laugh, “You’re so sappy.”

Astarion smiled brightly, he shrugged before lifting a hand to your face “May I kiss you?”

You answered him by closing the space between you. The kiss started sweet and gentle but quickly turned into a heavy make out session. You moved his hands from your thigh and hip to rest them on your backside. He let out a moan that warmed a fire in your belly. He squeezed the supple flesh, swallowing the moan you let out. As delicious as this was, it had to end. Your legs started to hurt and you didn’t want this moment to escalate. 

You pulled away, catching your breath so your chest would stop heaving. “Is it ok if we stop?”

“Of course my sweet, are you alright?” you could see panic building in his eyes. 

“Positively heavenly.” you assured him, leaning your forehead against his for a moment before kissing him quickly and climbing off his lap. Your knees popped with relief. “Can I stay with you tonight?” You hadn't slept in each other's tents before. You would have thought you’d given him the world with his bright reaction. 

“I would like nothing more, my precious.” He laid down, opening his arms to you. 

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You sprinted to the front of camp as best you could. Orin had taken Astarion in the night, everyone else in camp went to save him. You had to remain, much to your objection, due to a horrifically broken ankle you managed to get yesterday after messing around with Karlach. As soon as Astarion’s eyes hit yours he limped over to you. You two engulfed each other in a tight hug. Your tears hit his neck and you let out a relieved sob.

“Are you ok?” you questioned, pulling back and running your eyes over him. 

Astarion held your face in his hands before kissing your cheeks, “Fantastic, now that I’m with you.”

You let out a watery laugh, kissing his lips. There was so much love behind this kiss. The thought of losing each other seeping into it. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” you said.

He nodded, walking towards his tent. You quickly hugged your companions, thanking them each for saving him. When you opened Astarion’s tent he was shirtless, picking up a bucket to go fetch water for his bath. You took the bucket from him, shaking your head. He looked at you confused, but watched you anyway. You cast a spell, creating water and filling the tub up. You took a pouch from your pack that you left in his tent. Small glowing beads of iridescent orange rested inside it, you plucked out three and tossed them in the tub. The water sizzled, steam starting to rise from it. An herbal scent filled the tent. Astarion quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Day drops - from the eternal fire in Avernus. I’ve found they make a wonderful bath supplement.” you ran your fingers over the water, it was perfect. “I’ll leave you to it.” you said, blushing as Astarion undid the laces of his pants. 

“You could stay… if you’d like…” he said, looking at you hopefully.

“Are you comfortable with that?” 

Astarion smiled and nodded. After all this time and after telling you incessantly that you could touch him, see him. His heart never failed to stutter when you checked in with him. Nobody had ever been so caring, so gentle with him. He adored you, he loved you.

You picked up a sponge and a stool before walking back over to him. He settled in the small tub, letting his head fall back with a sigh. The water had a soft warm glow, shimmering slightly. What you neglected to tell him about the day drops is that they heal. They heal wounds, they heal illness, they heal heartache, they heal just about anything you could think of. They filled you with warmth, happiness, a feeling of completeness. You cleaned him up, gently scrubbing away the dried blood and dirt. His pale skin returned to its porcelain glory. 

He watched you through half lidded, hazy eyes. “I love you.”

You stilled, leaning in to kiss him “I love you.” you said on his lips before kissing him again.

You dropped the sponge in the bucket, he was clean now he was just enjoying the water. You rested your head on the side of the tub, you watched him. He was so beautiful, so perfect. You reached out tracing over him. Starting at his face, then his neck, then his chest, then his stomach. You faltered when you reached his hips, not even fully realizing your arm was in the water and you were inching closer to a highly intimate place. You looked up, meeting Astarion’s eyes as they were already on yours. 

“I’m sorry…” you said, flustered. You started to pull your hand away but Astarion caught your wrist. He brought it to his lips, kissing it softly and holding your hand.

“You’re alright darling. If you want me, you have me.” he kissed your wrist again before dropping your hand, letting you decide what happened next.

Your heart raced but you wanted to feel him so badly. You wanted to make him feel good. You dipped your hand back into the water, ghosting your hand over his hip bone before reaching between his legs and touching him where he wanted you most. You watched his face, pacing yourself based on how he responded to each tug, swipe, caress. 

“You are… surprisingly good at this for somebody who hasn’t done it before.” he breathed out teasingly.

“I said I was a virgin, not a nun.” you joked back to him, picking up speed. 

He leaned forward, pulling you into a kiss. It was romantic, not quite rough but not quite gentle either. It was longing. He kissed you until his breath picked up, moans spilling from him along with broken curses. You kissed him one last time before his hips jutted forwards and he let out a loud, strangled moan. You pleased him a bit more until his hand took yours.

“So…” you said with a blush across your face.

“Wonderful, little love, wonderful… could I return the favor?” he asked with curious eyes.

A nervous pit formed in your stomach but only for a moment, “I don’t think I’m ready for that yet…” you whispered before kissing his cheek.

He nodded, understanding completely. “When you are ready, know I will give you pleasure that would make the Gods jealous.” he winked at you.

You gulped, feeling that pit of fire in your belly reignite and trickle between your legs. 

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Astarion pushed you against the door as soon as it shut. Your hands flew to his face, bringing him into a crushing kiss. He kissed you so deeply, it dizzied you. You had been teasing him all day, apparently he’d had enough.

“I want you but…” you looked down, sighing. 

“What is it little love?” Astarion said sweetly. 

“I don’t want to have to reciprocate… that sounds so selfish…” you cringed a bit. 

“Darling that is perfectly fine, one shouldn’t give pleasure if all they want is reciprocation.” he kissed down your neck slowly, savoring you. 

“I want you.” you said again, almost whining. 

He nodded, kissing over your chest. He tugged at the hem of your pants before slipping his hand inside your small clothes. You gasped when he touched you, melting into him instinctually. You shuddered as he pleased you, touching you expertly. His other hand, running across your chest teasingly. He nipped at your neck playfully. 

“Bite me.” you breathed out.

Astarion kissed over your pulsepoint before sinking his fangs into you. He took shallow gulps, wanting to drag this perfect moment out. You whined and shook when his fingers found your sweet spot, coming undone. He overstimulated you until you were a babbling mess. He attacked your neck and chest slowly kissing downwards. He noticed you tensed the closer he got to your stomach.

He brought himself back to your lips, “Relax… let me love you.” 

You nodded, still reeling from the pleasure you just received. He kissed his way back down hungrily, tugging your small clothes all the way off before he put his mouth on your sex. You had never felt anything like this. So overwhelmed with pleasure that you couldn’t string a simple sentence together. His tongue moved over your sensitive spot making you jolt. He focused there until you came undone on his tongue.

“Gods you’re beautiful.” he said breathlessly. He climbed back up to you. You kissed him lightly, you felt so peaceful. You moved to the bed, legs shaking slightly. Astarion smiled proudly to himself.

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Cazador was gone. Finally, he was free. You rushed to him as he wept. Taking him in your arms, whispering reassurance and affirmations to himself. You kissed his cheeks when his cries turned into soft hiccups. 

“It’s over. You’re free.” you kissed his lips quickly.

Astarion chased your lips, kissing you again. “I love you.” he whispered.

“Endlessly.” you smiled. “Let’s go home.” you helped him stand, holding him the whole way back to camp. You cleaned each other off, sharing few words. You didn’t want to overwhelm him, you let him come to you in order to give him space. You laid down first, ready for bed. Astarion joined you soon after. He pulled you close to him, hand on your hip moving to your ass. You chuckled lightly, throwing your leg over his waist, getting even closer to him. You kissed him deeply. He gripped you tight, wanting to get lost in you. 

“You’ve had a long day… Are you sure you want to?” you asked when his lips encased your nipple.

“I’m free, this is exactly where I want to be.” he said, blowing cold air onto your nipple, watching as it perked before moving to the other to give it the same treatment. 

“I want.. All of you.” you said quietly, feeling ready but nervous. 

He stopped moving, looking up at you with lust filled eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.” you shook your head as you let out a shaky breath. 

His hands made their way under your shirt, pulling it off slowly. You crossed your arms over your chest and stomach, feeling overly exposed. He kissed your cheek slowly pulling your arms away as he laid you flat. 

“Perfection.” he said as his hands ran over your sides, spreading tingles across your skin. He tugged your pants and small clothes off, leaving you bare.

“I feel unfairly exposed.” you laughed awkwardly.

“Come get what you want then.” he smirked.

You pulled him to you by his collar, ripping his shirt from him. You felt over him, savoring every ripple. You shoved his pants down the best you could, so focused on kissing him and feeling him. He kicked them off the rest of the way, his cock springing free. You could feel him against you. You whimpered as he teased you with his hand, getting you ready.  

“If you want to stop, just say the word.” he said, rubbing himself against you.

You groaned at the friction, nodding incessantly. He moved inside you, going slowly so as to not hurt you. It felt… different. But not unwelcome. After a moment, he hit a spot inside you that made you quiver. He slowly began pumping in and out, hitting it over and over again.

“Faster.” you moaned out.

He did as you asked. His hand fondled your chest while his lips found purchase wherever they could. You felt so good you thought you might be dying, how else would a body feel this otherworldly? You kissed and nipped at his neck in between stringing curses together. Lava filled your veins, you felt a rush of euphoria. Everything started shaking, you let out moan after moan. Astarion came undone quickly after you. His pace was sloppy and waning. He kissed over you as he stilled.

His eyes met yours, “Are you alright?” he asked, kissing your cheek. He moved, picking up a rag from his nearby pack. He gently cleaned you up, careful not to stimulate your exhausted body anymore. 

You sucked in a few more shallow breaths, “I walk amongst the gods with how heavenly I feel.” You kissed him when he came back to the bedroll, discarding the rag. He handed you his canteen, encouraging you to drink something. You pulled your pack to you, retrieving a pouch containing fruit, cheese, and jerky. You each fed each other, whispering amongst yourselves deep into the night. 

“I love you.” you said as you felt yourself starting to drift off against his chest, the blanket warming you to the point of max comfort. 

Astarion kissed your forehead, pulling you closer. “Endlessly, little love.”

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Naboo's Note:

Ahhhhhhhhhh this was so fun to write!! Kinda challenging, didn't have a lot of motivation but wanted to give you guys part two before the weekend. I hop you all like it, its one of my longer pieces. Love you all, thank you for the support! Thanks for the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests!! Talk soon!! XOXOXOXO

Satisfaction

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.2K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: enemies to lovers, cursing, violence, mentions of torture, knoll attack, angst to fluff

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“I can’t fucking believe you.” you seethed at him.

“Likewise you entitled little cunt.” Astarion spat back.

You threw a punch at him, connecting with his jaw. Karlach and Wyll rushed over to hold you back as Astarion held his face. 

“You knew that quarrel was mine to settle. Kethric and Orin were mine to end. And then you just waltz off and kill them both while I’m out getting ready to fight your battle against Cazador?” you spat on the ground in front of him, shrugging Karlach and Wyll off harshly.

Astarion smirked at you, pleased with the fact he got under your skin. 

“The next time you need help I wont fucking be there. I hope Cazador gets what he wants, because I can't stand to be in your general vicinity, you low down bitch.” you could feel your eyes water with frustration but your voice remained stern. 

Astarion faltered but only for a moment, “How about instead of a tantrum I get a thank you? I dealt with your problem. That's two less issues on our laundry list of enemies.”

You glared at him, “How would you feel if I killed Cazador? Would be a different story right? You didn’t give me the satisfaction… Just… stay away from me Astarion.” your anger tapered out and all you could feel was emptiness. You walked back to your tent silently. Karlach and Wyll went back to what they were doing, also unhappy with what Astarion had done. 

You sniffled and wiped away any tears that fell as you packed your bag. You needed to get away from camp, just for a few days. Sort yourself out. You told Karlach deep in the night what was going on and begged her not to tell anyone else. She agreed, understanding completely.

You walked out of camp while the sun was still missing from the morning sky. 

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Astarion woke from his meditation, leaving his tent his eyes widened when he saw your tent was broken down. Everything of yours was missing, including you. He walked over to your tent, trying to find a sign that you’d be back. His heart started to race. 

Fuck.

He knew your fight last night hurt you. And he admittedly did go after Kethric and Orin to shorten the never ending list of enemies, but he also did it to take a shot at you. You’d both squabble since this little adventure started. Constantly goading each other for an unknown reason. Astarion jogged over to Karlach’s tent, you two were close, instant best friends. 

“Where is Y/N?” he asked quickly.

Karlach shrugged, not speaking to him. 

“Do you know where they went?” he asked again.

“Why do you care?” she sighed, finally looking at him. 

“I… don’t… I was just… wondering if they were still licking their wounds.” he said, trying to sound convincing.

“Well, they’re just an entitled cunt, right?” Karlach glared at him.

“Come now my fiery friend, you know Y/N and I have our little rows.” he tried to defend himself.

“Except this wasn’t a row Astarion!” Karlach yelled. Astarion stepped back, wincing at her sudden loud tone. “They were tortured for an eternity. Just like you. They dreamed of escaping. Just like you. They are trying to heal. Just like you. How dare you sit there and take away the one shot at revenge they had? How. Fucking. Dare. You.” she said, poking him in the chest harshly with every last word.

“I… I didn’t know that…” Astarion whispered. 

“Well it’s not exactly something they wanted to advertise.” she said, turning around, frustration evident in her voice. 

“Do you know where they are?” he asked one last time, the guilt inside him boiling up his throat. 

“No.” Karlach said before walking back into her tent, ending the conversation.

Astarion huffed, running his hands over his face. He felt awful, your typical fights were short and sweet. This was… something else now. 

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Ver’yll jogged into camp after a few days, running over to Karlach. He spoke to her briefly, her face falling instantly. She grabbed her axe, running out of camp. Astarion saw this and quickly followed, not wanting Karlach to go alone to whatever this is. Running deep into Baldur’s Gate, Karlach ran into the open hand temple. Astarion dashed behind her before he saw you. Unconscious on a cot, with bandages wrapped around your torso. Blood seeping through slightly. His heart stopped, his feet planted to the floor. Karlach knelt beside you, grasping your limp hand. 

“What happened?” Astarion asked the cleric tending to you. 

“Don’t know, they were found on the steps this morning. Looks like a gnoll did a number on them.” The cleric replied, “They’ll need to spend a few days here to heal.”

“I’ll stay with them.” Astarion said instantly.

Karlach furrowed her brows at him. 

“Please…” he said with his soft eyes ever present. 

“Fine, I’ll go let the others know. Keep a low profile.” she said with a stern voice.

Astarion held your hand, pushing hair out of your face and ghosting his fingers over your cheek. 

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It took you three days to wake up. Astarion rushed to your side, “Little love, are you alright? Cleric!” he called out.

You squinted at the light pouring in from the stained glass window. Voices echo in your head, your eyesight not quite adjusting. “Astarion?” you croaked out sleepily. 

You tried to sit up but he gently pushed you back down, shushing you. The cleric pushed him aside. “No…” you said, reaching for him weakly. 

He moved to the other side of the cot, holding your hand. The cleric worked deftly, changing your bandages and rubbing different solutions into your stitched up gashes. You faded in and out of consciousness for this process before finally waking up fully as the cleric left the room. You looked at Astarion as you felt him kiss your hand. You looked at him, his eyes moved over your exposed torso, looking at the scars Orin and Kethric had left over many years. You had never seen his eyes look so doe like, so round and full of sorrow. 

“Did you stay with me the whole time?” you asked.

He nodded, bringing a cup of water to your lips. 

“Thank you.” you said after taking a few sips.

“I’m so sorry Y/N… Karlach told me… I never would have done that if I knew… I know I can’t take it back, and no amount of apologies will make up for it… but please know I am truly sorry.” he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. 

“I was so angry with you…” you started, looking in his eyes. “But… I know you were just trying to kill enemies we had, and you didn’t know why I wanted them dead so bad. I should have told you… thank you, for apologizing.” you said with a sigh.

“Maybe we should put this whole bickering business behind us?” he said, brushing some hair away from your forehead.

You chuckled softly, “No way… how will I spend so much time with you if we aren’t fighting?” 

“Darling, if time with me is what you wish all you have to do is ask.” he kissed your hand again before smiling at you. 

“Never been good at asking for what I want… Should we start over?” you asked, shifting closer to him. 

“No way…” he smiled before leaning over and kissing your cheek. 

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Naboo's Note:

Hello everyone! Sorry I went on a little hiatus, I was in the hospital for sepsis so kinda hard to write when I was that sick. I hope this is to everyones liking, I'll post one or two more fics over the weekend. Thank you for all the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests. Love youuuuuuu XOXOXOXO!!!!!!!

My wild magic sorcerer dragonborn Tav, who romanced Gale. He literally approached her with "I once read a book..." line after a fight where she polymorphed into a sheep XD

Get you a man who would still love you as a sheep. I had once seen this post (no idea where now) that described what the "would you still love me as a worm" question means metaphorically and it was so beautiful. Considering Gale will love Tav with the same devotion and enthusiasm if they turn into a mindflayer, I think it's safe to say he'd love Tav if they were a worm.. or a sheep.