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madamefluffnstuff · 2 months

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Reunions and Confessions

Fandom: Elder Scrolls Online

Pairing: Bastian Hallix x Ebonymist (Fem!Khajiit! Vestige)

Rating: T

Warning(s): Reconnecting with long-lost family, Romantic confessions, Mutual Pining, Mentions of a rough past, Near Death Experience. Bastian is a lil clueless and Ebony is shy for quite literally the first time in her life.

Words: 1,687

AN: @alaxon had requested a while back if I could write out my Ebonymist confessing her feelings for our dear Bastian. I had already had it planned out but kept getting distracted lol. But- I am happy to say it's finally finished! If you're curious, this is what she looks like! (Art by @soft-and-horny, their commissions are open!)

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Ebonymist lounged on her rented bed at the Cloudy Dregs Inn. The book that had been sitting on the nightstand when she arrived made for decent reading material, but it was more to distract her from the agonizing waiting. Bastian had left a few hours earlier to meet with his long lost sister, Clairene. He had offered his Khajiiti companion to come with him, but she didn't want to intrude- this was for him, and he needed to do it himself, if nothing else to heal his hurt heart.

She was pulled from her thoughts as the sound of familiar footsteps caught her attention. Her sensitive ears twitched, trying to locate the sound. Just as she was about to pinpoint the source, there was a knock on the door.

"Yes? Who is it?" She called as she set the book down.

To her surprise, the door opened and in walked Bastian.

"Bastian! You're back already?"

He gave a sheepish smile, "Yes, it- It didn't, well. It didn't last as long as I was thinking it would. She is a countess, after all. She had business to attend to."

The Khajiit nodded. "Makes sense, I suppose. Did you get to talk to your sister at all?"

"First, before I go any further, I want to get something to eat. I'm starving."

"...Your sister didn't even feed you?"

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Their ordered meal from the inn's kitchen arrived sooner than they expected. Ebony didn't eat much, she was too excited about what her companion would tell her of the meeting with his long lost family. As she watched him eating, her... complicated feelings began to well in her gut. His focused gaze, his polite mannerisms, how fierce he was in combat-

How he cried out in horror when he first watched her fall from the Worm Cult assassin that snuck up behind her. Silent as the grave, their presence only made known when she felt the puff of their smokescreen and the jagged dagger slicing into her shoulder blade. As the air was forced out of her lungs with a choked scream, the stinging, burning sensation rapidly spreading across her back meant only one thing- Worm Venom. Realization sunk in as Ebony's vision started to blur and she began to panic.

Bastian's voice laced with terror and dread and pain- the "pain" part stunned her. She was still conscious enough to somewhat register his tones. Countless fights and heroic escapades and such a sound never left his throat. While she lay bleeding out, scrabbling unsuccessfully for a potion in her pack, Ebony could barely make out his blurry form running toward her.

It was when he was kneeling over her, the acrid smell of his staff burning tickling her nose, her heartbeat slowly and hollowly beating in her ears, and his fear stricken voice saying "I'll make them pay!"- there, something in her brain clicked.

She shook her head a little to clear the memory. Bastian didn't notice, as he hadn't looked up from his plate. He was clearly enjoying the amicable environment of the inn room, with his dear friend. Still, Ebony was more interested to hear what had happened with Clairene.

"Well. Now that you've eaten," she said calmly, "Why don't you tell me what happened?"

"I don't even know where to begin," Bastian replied quietly. "My sister and I haven't seen each other in twenty-five years! She remembers me as a two-year old child, and I don't remember her at all. What if we have nothing in common besides a name?"

Ebony smiled and hummed a purr, "You'll figure it out."

"For the first time since we started down this road, I think I believe that, too." He stared into his cup and slowly nodded. "But we have so much time to make up for. And the thought that I missed the chance to be a part of this family decades ago is almost too much to bear."

The pain in his voice nearly broke Ebonymist's heart. It was all too similar to the tone he used back then. Her tail tip curled a little at the thought.

A moment of anxious silence passed. She broke it with a soft "Can you forgive Count Auzin for that?"

"For all I know, Elmonde Auzin saved my sister's life by lying to her," he immediately replied. "And it's obvious that he loves her with all his heart. They are happy together. ...For my sister's sake, I can set aside old sorrows."

Ebonymist smiled again. She adored that about him, his willingness to compromise for his friends- and now family. Plus, these were unusual circumstances. Were she in his shoes, she could definitely see herself doing the same thing.

"But I am done with the Silvelles."

"As am I, Bastian. If we ever run into them on our travels again, you might have to hold me back."

"That won't be necessary, my friend," he nervously chuckled.

She gave a slight smirk and her ears twitched in amusement. "Can't promise that."

He stifled a laugh at that, then sighed. "Well. It's late. I spent longer there than I expected to, and I'm sure you need your sleep too."

Her head snapped up. "Oh no no, that's alright, I don't mind!" That came out a little faster than intended, she cursed herself mentally.

"Oh don't worry about me, I don't want to bore you," he started to stand up. "You've done so much for me, so. You deserve some rest after this journey." In reality, Bastian was mentally and emotionally exhausted from this ordeal. From discovering Clairene, to tracking her down, to rescuing her... he was worn out and needed rest himself. But he also didn't want to be rude and say that out loud to Ebonymist, who nearly bent herself backward to make this possible.

Ebonymist, on the other hand, felt her heart suddenly leap into her throat and she froze. Bastian, understandably, took her silence as permission to leave and he bid her a friendly "good night". He stood up and made his way to the door and began to open it-

Before she knew it, the Khajiit blinked and she was standing next to him with her hand clamped around his wrist. She felt herself say "Wait-", but the sound didn't register in her ears. The same earlier feeling of anxiety in her gut returned, which was soon replaced with creeping dread as she feared she royally messed up.

They both jumped when she grabbed his wrist, both equally surprised at this sudden reaction. Bastian blinked. As he waited for an explanation for her action, they locked eyes. He could see something odd; Anxiety? Desperation?

No. Pleading.

The mage was very much puzzled by this. Ebonymist, one of the strongest, most resilient individuals he had ever met in his life, acting like this.

"Eb?" he asked. "Is... something wrong?"

A small silence followed, before she quietly answered, in a voice just barley above a whisper, "I... I don't want you to go."

He blinked again. "You don't?"

Ebony was silent a moment before her ears drooped and she shook her head no. He felt her hand trembling against his wrist.

"I've never seen you this nervous," he relaxed his stance a bit, if nothing else out of morbid curiosity. "What's the matter?"

"I..." she averted her gaze. Now or never, she thought. "I- I want you to stay. I want you to spend the night here. With me."

The following silence was deafening. Neither one moved. All Ebony could hear was her heart pounding like a war drum in her ears. Bastian slowly reached over to the doorknob and pulled it closed. Then he turned his undivided attention to the anxious Khajiit.

"You know I have to go soon, but... This is clearly important to you. So I'll hear you out."

Once they sat back down at the table, he realized he'd had so much on his mind this evening, he barely noticed her. Now that she was sitting in front of him, it was clear as day something was on her mind; her normally alert ears were turned back, and her tail tip was twitching back and forth.

She took a deep breath and laid it all out. Her feelings for him, how much she cared for him, how valued he was as a companion, how he had been occupying her thoughts as of late- ...Perhaps that was a bit much.

Bastian laced his fingers and rested his chin on them, thinking as he let this sudden information sink in. Every second that passed felt like a literal eternity to Ebony. "Well... I have to be honest. I had suspected that was your intention. It seems I was reading you right, for once."

"For once?"

"You can be hard to read sometimes. Not always, though. Remember when I mentioned in the Valenwood market, "I don't have a romantic partner back home, but I know a girl who would get mad if she heard me say that"?"

Ebony scowled at him. "You did that on purpose."

He chuckled, "Perhaps. Your reaction gave me an inkling I was right, though." She rolled her eyes.

He continued, "But, after that, I had some time to think on it. And, well." His hand reached across the table and carefully clasped hers. "I can't picture myself with anyone else, especially not with someone who hasn't done as much for me as you have."

"Are you saying-"

"We're definitely partners in arms, and in crime, depending on the situation. So... how about we be partners off the battlefield as well?"

Bastian barely got the words out of his mouth when Ebonymist jumped up and launched herself into his arms, the biggest smile on her face as she hugged him. "Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes! Oh Bastian you have no idea how happy this made me!" She nuzzled her face into his chin.

The mage laughed as he spun her around, reflecting the sheer joy radiating off of his partner. Today was definitely a chaotic day. But it definitely ended in the best way possible.

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Special thanks to @rvnwtch for helping! <3

Tag List: @lithiumrev, @arisenlicious, @alaxon, , @itheliaapologist, if you want in on the tag list plz let me know!! <3

#elder scrolls online #eso #the elder scrolls #bastian hallix #eso bastian hallix #female vestige #eso vestige #bastian hallix x vestige #found family #family reunion #love confessions #gushy love stuff #fluff #writing #writingblr

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therisingphoenixden · 8 months

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24. Which of the two is the most competitive?

Hey! Thanks for the ask and sorry for just now getting to it. Bad brain days and lack of sleep suck.

Anyway since I fell back into the ESO sauce over the weekend, I'm going to use my vestige Helea and her companion, Bastian, to celebrate finally getting his allied-rank quest after having him unlocked for two years. It took this long because there were a lot of accidental thefts along the way that reduced my rapport with him. And a couple of accidental murders.

Of the two Helea is usually more competitive, although whether that's a side-effect of her lycanthropy or was always a part of her personality before crossing an angry werebeast is anyone's guess. When they're in combat, it's an entirely different story. Normally calm and gentle Bastian cuts loose and it's suddenly a game of how many dremora/undead/angry beasts can he slay while keeping Helea alive and trying to beat her kill count. He'll lightly tease her if she wolfs out while they're overwhelmed, but when the combat's done his competitive streak vanishes to make sure they're both unharmed.

#ask game #otp asks #bastian hallix #oc: helea siratius #eso #bastian x vestige

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astrangedoor · 17 days

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tag game compilation post

i was tagged by @ashyam-xivilai ; thank you, may your road lead you to warm sands <3

Last song I listened to: The Door - Teddy Swims

Currently Watching: halfway through season 7 of house md, bg3 playthroughs from neil newbon (astarion) and george taylor (rolan)

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: sweet: i love sweets but they can't be too sweet, u kno savory: i adore any savory food. vastly prefer it to sweet foods spicy: literally cannot live without sambal, but as i'm getting older certain spicy things are getting too spicy for me so i limit my exposure, no matter how bad i want to eat fire noodles Relationship status: married for 15 years this year, together for 16

Current obsession: gale dekarios (bg3) i love me an traumatised autistic man my dnd character Dirk <3 anxious disaster boy geralt of rivia (my cranky bisexual dad version. not whatever cdpr did) __________ i was tagged by @mishikaiya ; thank u rickroll bestie <333 3 Ships: Suranastair (Alistair x Surana, dragon age origins), Bastian Hallix/Vestige (elder scrolls online), Geralt/Dandelion (the witcher)

First Ship My first ship before I knew what shipping was was enemies to lovers from the hero and the villain from a 1987's child's cartoon ;A; This was before I fell into the friends to lovers trope. After this it's almost all friends to lovers ships.

Last Song The Summoning - Sleep Token

Currently Reading Still trying to finish 1984 by George Orwell but I might save it for another time. Too real atm. I'm also still reading small bits of The Return of Daud by Adam Christopher. Focus is scarce

Last Film Haven't watched any films lately, but I did watch a 2 hour video essay by hbomberguy

Currently Craving Taro bubble tea

Tagging: @jauffre bc i forgor to tag them earlier, @zhangpdf (only if u want)

#fang.txt #tag game #if this looks like something i already posted no it doesnt <3

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rlycandir · 3 years

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I need more of this lmao

#eso #bastian hallix #I need more companions ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #elder scrolls online #I guess its a ship #bastian x female vestige #hmmm

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madamefluffnstuff · 2 months

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Now We're Stressed Out

Fandom: Elder Scrolls Online

Pairing: Bastian Hallix x Fem!Vestige

Rating: K

Warning(s): Daily life stresses, Vestige is generally burnt out. Bastian and the Vestige are in an established relationship and thus share a bed.

Words: 1,028

AN: I think I had started this one around the holidays (which makes too much sense tbh), but this week I've been having Not A Good Time (TM), so I finished it up.

(Don't worry, I'm feeling much better now! Just had a rough week is all ^^)

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"What's that you're reading?"

"A letter," was the blunt reply.

"Who's it from?"

"...Lyranth."

He made a face; the Dremora, while undoubtedly a helpful ally, had a tendency to be rather... demanding. And be very cryptic with those demands. And then tease mercilessly when all was said and done. A trait which grated on his nerves on more than one occasion.

Not that he'd be foolish enough to voice those thoughts out loud, of course.

"She's asking for a "favor"", the Vestige continued, an icy bitterness lacing her voice.

"You do realize there will most likely be strings attached, right?" Bastian responded dryly as he picked out a change of sleep clothes.

The Vestige nodded. "Not to mention this is the fourth letter this week that someone has asked me for help."

"Fourth?"

"Yep..."

He was quiet as that information sunk in: she always had a hard time telling people "no", and turning down those who needed help. That was something they had in common. They wanted to save everyone they could. But they couldn't be everywhere at once.

"I just... ARGH!" she screamed in frustration, slightly starting him as she did. "Why can't things just stay fixed!? Why does everyone need *me* to help them all the time!? Why can't people fix their own problems-" her voice cracked as her eyes welled with angry tears.

She had reached a breaking point. All the recent frustrations and grievances finally boiled over as she lost her temper. She was exhausted, stretched thin, and burnt out. Had her companion realized this sooner, Bastian might have done something to help relieve her burdens. He felt a little guilty for not realizing it sooner.

"It's not your fault," he reminded her gently as he approached her. "You can't expect yourself to solve everyone's problems on your own. They need to help themselves sometimes as well."

"But all of these people... so many ask me for help. Sure, they pay me, but do they ever ask *me* if *I* need help? Of course not..."

Bastian reached over her shoulder and, as gently as he could, removed the letter from her trembling hands. He made his way around the chair, picked up a book sitting on the corner of the desk, and slid the paper under said book. Out of sight, out of mind, as a wise mage once said. Firm but patient hands found their way onto The Vestige's shoulders.

"Come on. Away from the desk."

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, rubbing her tired eyes. Bastian gave her shoulders a soft squeeze. After a moment, she realized she truly was in no position to argue or protest. The Vestige gave another heavy sigh and stood up, allowing her companion to guide her away from her work station.

"Alright. Lay down for a minute," Bastian moved the bed covers for her. "I'll see if the innkeeper has something to help you relax."

As the sound his footsteps faded into the hallway, the Vestige felt herself to sink into the soft blankets. This was one of the nicer inns they had been to, especially the beds. Very plush and soft. She sat up to rearrange the pillows to her liking before plopping herself back down. The silence was unexpectedly peaceful, lulling her into a calm as her mind began to settle.

It only took a few minutes for Bastian to return from his errand. As the door opened, The Vestige immediately smelled hot tea. She perked up as he approached the bed. He smiled, "You're already looking better."

She smiled back. "Just a bit."

He offered a hand to help her sit up, which she graciously accepted. As the Vestige swung her legs over the edge of the bed, he passed her the cup and sat down next to her. She let out a contented sigh as she inhaled the sweet scent of the beverage. Bastian rested his hand on her leg and gave it a soothing pat. "You alright?"

A nod.

"You sure?"

Another nod.

He watched her carefully as she drank deeply, without blowing on it. A mix of concern and amusement spread across Bastian's face as he waited for a reaction- she just downed a near boiling drink. When she did not react, only stared at the adjacent wall unblinking, he slowly nodded and assumed she'd be fine.

Bastian quietly cleared his throat. "I'm sorry you got to this point," he apologized. "If I had realized sooner I would have helped you."

"You don't need to apologize, love," the Vestige assured him in kind. "I should have asked for help sooner."

They sat in a comfortable quiet while she finished her tea. Once she had, Bastian suggested they go to bed early. Some extra sleep would do them both good.

"No, no, I can't right now. I need to think of how to tell Lyranth-"

"All right, look," Bastian said, putting his hands back on her shoulders and looking her in the eyes. "It's late. You're exhausted. You're stressed to Oblivion. And you need to sleep. Forget about all of that for right now."

"But, I-"

"No "but's". You've done enough." His hands slid soothingly down her arms, wrapping around her own hands in a protective manner. "You need to be more gentle with yourself..."

She was silent for a long moment before sighing and admitting he was right.

It didn't take long for them to get comfortable under the blankets- Bastian even went and found an extra one for her so she could "nest" into the covers. The Vestige nestled herself into his arms as he pulled her close, resting his chin on her head. A heavy exhalation of relief escaped her lips; she was safe. She had a support system. She would figure this out in due time.

"Promise me you'll ask for help next time?" Bastian murmured into her hair.

"I promise."

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Tag List: @lithiumrev, @arisenlicious, @alaxon, please let me know if you want to be added because I've never had a tag list before and I don't know who to put in it. ;A;

#elder scrolls online #eso #the elder scrolls #bastian hallix #bastian hallix x vestige #bastian hallix eso #female vestige #eso vestige #hurt/comfort #fluff #writing #writingblr #my writing #tw stress #tw breakdown #tw breaking point

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madamefluffnstuff · 3 months

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I got this absolutely lovely commission from @soft-and-horny of my Vestige Ebonymist and Bastian and I have to share it! Look at how soft and sweet it is, thank you so so much!!

#elder scrolls online #eso #bastian hallix #the vestige #vestige oc #bastian hallix x vestige #commissioned art #not my art #my oc #soft #fluff

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reelovesfictionalmen · 2 years

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Romantic Affection headcanons with Bastian Hallix

(screenshot by me)

Oh my sweet, sweet cinnamon roll, Bastian.

He’s pure, lovely, just and loyal. However he has an edgier side hidden under his armor. That full body tattoo.

Bastian is easy to fluster and blush if you flirt even lightly with him. Comment on how good he looks in his new armor and he will flush a colour almost as red as his hair. Secretly he really enjoys the compliment from you, if it was anyone else, he would be uncomfortable. However hen it comes to you he is utterly enamored, smitten and in awe of you. He first noticed his feelings for you after a particularly hard battle against a group of bandits that were harassing a village in Glenumbra. Your hair was wild, your armor and face were streaked with blood and you were panting with exertion. All that came to his mind was “beautiful”. From then on he noticed you a lot more that he had previously. The way you cleaned your weapons, the kisses and pets you gave your mount, every touch and brush of yours against him. One night after finding a decent haul from a treasure chest the two of you stopped at an inn and enjoyed a night eating and drinking in the adjoining tavern. You were very deep in your cups and decidedly drunk. This gave you the courage to tell Bastian how you were feeling.

“y’know Bas.. I really like you a lot” you slurred “sometimes I look at you and just want to kiss you all over your handsome face”. Bastian’s heart beat faster, the alcohol in his system granting him courage “I like you too, you’re just the best thing to happen to me” his voice breaking just a little “I really want to kiss you too, but maybe when we’re both sober..” You gave him the biggest smile and agreed “I’d like that” The next morning, the first thing you did when you saw Bastian was grab him by the collar and kiss him on his cheek, forehead, nose and lips. Bastian just grinned into the kiss and returned it. He decided that he would never leave your side even if it meant traveling across the entirety of Tamriel for the rest of his life.

#Bastian Hallix x reader #Bastian Hallix x vestige #Bastian Hallix #the elder scolls online #Elder Scrolls headcanon

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madamefluffnstuff · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday!

I have absolutely no idea how it's Wednesday again, time has no meaning anymore 🥲

Tagged by the lovely @arisenlicious

I don't have anything new new at the moment (that's not a request/gift I can't share yet) sooooo here's another part of an earlier wip I shared previously.~

"What's that you're reading?"

Bastian paused his walk to the inn wardrobe and craned his neck to try and see what the Vestige was looking at. The way the desk was placed meant her back was turned to him, and her slightly hunched posture didn't help either. "A letter," was the blunt reply. "Who's it from?" "...Lyranth." He made a face; the Dremora, while undoubtedly a helpful ally, had a tendency to be rather... demanding. And be very cryptic with those demands. And then tease mercilessly when all was said and done. A trait which grated on his nerves on more than one occasion. Not that he'd be foolish enough to voice those thoughts out loud, of course. "She's asking for a "favor"", the Vestige continued with an icy bitterness in her voice. "You do realize there will most likely be strings attached, right?" Bastian responded dryly as he picked out a change of sleep clothes. The Vestige nodded. "Not to mention this is the fourth letter this week that someone has asked me for help." "Fourth?" "Yep..."

#wip wednesday #elder scrolls online #eso #eso bastian hallix #bastian hallix x vestige #writing #writing wip

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madamefluffnstuff · 6 months

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Madame Fluff 'N Stuff Masterlist

Honestly I never thought I'd be posting so much!

Headcanons

TES Khajiit Headcanons

TES Argonian Headcanons

TES Dunmer Headcanons

TES Bosmer Headcanons

TES Orc Headcanons

TES Nord Headcanons

TES Imperial Headcanons

TES Werewolf Headcanons

The Outer Worlds Headcanons (I know for a fact I have them posted on here, I just lost the link. :,))

Elder Scrolls

Meet my ESO Vetiges!

Wounded in Western Skyrim - Fennorian, Bastian Hallix, Fem!Vestige

A Morning in Elsweyr - Bastian Hallix x Fem!Khajiit!Vestige

Long Distance - Naryu Virian x GN!Vestige

Soothing Hands - Bastian Hallix & Fem!Vestige

A Fresh Start - Darien Gautier x Fem!Vestige, Platonic Bastian Hallix

A New Mother Figure - Maternal figure Caska, Aeliah Remnus

A Night Stayed In - Darien Gautier x Fem!Reader

Night Watch - Fennorian x Fem!Reader

Quelling the Beast - Fennorian x Fem!Werewolf!Reader

Bastian/Fennorian/Darien Cuddle Imagines

Loving Remedy - Bastian x Fem!Dunmer!Vestige x Darien Request

Now We're Stressed Out - Bastian Hallix x Fem!Vestige

Reunions and Confessions - Bastian Hallix x Ebonymist (my Vestige)

Uneasy Revations - Darien Gautier x Fem!Werewolf Vestige

The Outer Worlds

Over the Counter Sleep Aids (WIP)

#writing #headcanons #masterlist #writing masterpost #masterpost #elder scrolls #the elder scrolls #eso #elder scrolls online #fennorian #bastian hallix #naryu virian #the outer worlds

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madamefluffnstuff · 3 months

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Loving Remedy

Fandom: Elder Scrolls Online

Pairing: Darien Gautier x Fem!Dunmer!Vestige x Bastian Hallix

Rating: K-T

Warning(s): Illness, Vestige has a flu, Consenting Polyamorous throuple. All parties are consenting adults and are in this relationship of their own choice.

Words: 937

AN: Fluffy request from my buddy @lithiumrev. I've never written a polycule/throuple before so I definitely fussed and overthought this more than I probably needed to. Apologies if there's any inaccuracies ;-; I hope you like it regardless, Lith! <3

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Bastian and Darien were concerned- Raya hadn't left her room in several days. Normally this wouldn't bother them, but they also hadn't heard from her in that time.

"I'm gonna break the door down," Darien said.

"Waitwaitwait-" Bastian stopped him as he took a step back, "Have you considered knocking? Instead of breaking the door?"

"Ah. Well. Yes, I suppose we could do that."

A muffled, scratchy voice from inside the room interrupted them: "I can hear you two. You can just come in, it's not locked."

Darien wasted no time in twisting the knob, with more effort than what was needed. He and Bastian were slightly surprised to see Raya laying on her bed, her head propped on her arm. Her gray skin was visibly flushed and bright crimson eyes were a dull red. She did not look well.

"Raya, why didn't you say something?" Bastian

"Thought it was just a cold..." she replied in a scratchy voice, "But I think I caught something when we were in that Auridon port..."

He was silent for a moment before responding, "Hold on, I'll be back."

Darien approached the bed, shaking his head. "You could have asked us to help you.

She shrugged. "Like I said, thought it was just a cold. Thought it would pass on its own and didn't need any help."

The Breton man wracked his brain to come up with a solution. The Dunmer affinity for fire meant Raya would have a slightly higher body temperature, so a fever in a human could be perfectly normal for a Dark Elf. Darien thought again, when he remembered a trick one of the maids in the castle used on him as a child;

Raya looked up at him with bleary eyes as he sat down next to her. He gently brushed her hair out of her face and placed the back of his hand on her forehead. She sighed through her nose; his cool hand felt good on her warm skin.

Bastian happened to walk in as he did, and he raised an eyebrow at them. "What are you doing?"

"Checking for a fever."

"Wait- what?"

"Trust me, this works," Darien assured Bastian, without breaking eye contact with Raya.

An ever so slightly awkward silence ensued, followed up by Darien quickly standing up. "You could warm up a cup of tea on her head, that's how warm she is."

"...Please don't," Raya said.

Bastian cleared his throat. "Well it just so happens I have some tea. Luckily for you, Rye, it's already warmed up."

Darien stepped out of the way so Bastian could go through. The mage set the cup on the nightstand and turned his attention to Raya, offering her a hand to help her sit up. She graciously accepted, and though it took a moment to get comfortable, she was soon sitting with her back propped against the headboard. Sitting vertically rather than lying down also helped some.

"You alright?"

She nodded.

"Good." Bastian carefully picked up the still hot cup of tea and equally carefully handed it to Raya. "Try this. It's a drink one of my old tutors used to make for me. Took me a long time to figure out the recipe."

"It smells good," Raya rasped as she inhaled the tea's aroma. It had a slightly strong scent, but she could also pick up the pleasantly sweet honey mixed in. As the tea washed over her tongue, she felt a gentle warmth throughout her body. A soft sigh escaped her lips.

She couldn't quite place the familiar feeling it gave her. Perhaps an inn she frequented on her travels, or a favorite of the elderly Dunmer couple who lived next door to her as a child. Or even the choice drink of her one school teacher, who vehemently disliked coffee and would consume anything but. That always made her chuckle.

"Well?" Bastian interrupted her thoughts. "How is it?"

Raya took another sip. "Your tutor certainly knew what they were doing." The gravelly tone in her voice from being sick was briefly soothed by the beverage.

"I'm glad it seems to be working, even a little."

Darien's footsteps entered the house again. Raya and Bastian turned with confused faces- when did he leave?

"Hello, love! I'm back!"

"When did you leave?" Raya asked, voicing her thoughts.

"Just to the market. Wanted to grab something for you." He set the "something" on the table; it was wrapped in paper and twine, but too small to be from the butcher's.

Bastian, while curious, was equally cautious of what Darien brought back. "And what exactly is that "something"?"

"Bread."

"....Bread. You left just to get bread."

Raya sighed. "Darien, I can't eat that right now. I can't taste anything."

"Yes, but it'll be there for when you can. Besides. I have another idea to help you feel better."

Without waiting for Raya to respond, Darien sat himself next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. His much larger frame was almost comical next to her tiny Dunmer body. "If I can't cure your cold, I can at least share my natural warming personality with you."

Raya sighed again and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I can't with you, Darien."

He ignored her and started to tell her about the week he had while she was out- the recruits, the training, his father breathing down his neck. Whether she wanted to hear it or not. Raya rolled her eyes as he increased the theatrics of his "storytelling".

Bastian, as tactfully as he could, interrupted Darien. "Well, regardless, love," he cleared his throat. "You get some rest. Darien and I will take care of you. You've done enough for now."

She nodded. As much as they drove her crazy sometime, Raya couldn't imagine what she'd do without her boys.

#writing #writing blog #writing request #request #eso #elder scrolls online #bastian hallix #darien gautier #polyamourous #polyamourous throuple #cw sickness #cw flu #cw sick #family fluff #fluff writing

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madamefluffnstuff · 3 months

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Nine Mutuals I'd Like to Know Better

Tagged by: @arisenlicious

Haven't done one of these in a while!

3 Ships

Lyris Titanborn x Sai Sahan (they're cute as hell shush) Bastian Hallix x Vestige Wyll Ravengard x Tav

First Ship

Probably Mario x Peach or Link x Zelda, because lets be real here most of us were shipping them before we knew what shipping was lmao

Last Song

"Everybody Wants to Rule the World" by Tears for Fears. Love me some 80's.~

Currently Reading

The Wikipedia page for "Sika Deer". They're quite cute! :3

Last Film

"My Cousin Vinny" (1992). Funny as hell, Joe Pesci is an phenomenal actor.

Currently Craving

Caffeine. The neverending craving.

Gonna tag: @darkfire1177 and @lithiumrev, don't feel obligated tho! <3 only if you want to!

#get to know me #get to know me better #about the author #elder scrolls online #eso #bastian hallix #baldurs gate 3 #wyll ravengard #baldur's gate 3 wyll

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madamefluffnstuff · 7 months

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A Fresh Start

Fandom: Elder Scrolls Online

Pairing: Romantic Darien Gautier x Fem!Vestige, Platonic Bastian Hallix x Fem!Vestige

Rating: T

Warning(s): Major character death, grief, mentions of being lured into a cult, etc.

Words: 1613

AN: This was supposed to be some headcanons for @lithiumrev but I forgot and I feel really bad so I turned it into something a bit more fleshed out. And then I kinda went out of control. :,) I hope you like it!! ❤

Major, MAJOR spoilers for the entirety of the Elder Scrolls Online game (specifically the DC storyline, "Main" storyline, Summerset DLC, and Blackwood DLC. Just spoilers galore.) Ye have been warned.

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Losing Darien Gautier in the battle against Molag Bal was hard. It was nothing like King Dynar, who had been imprisoned for millenia and finally, *finally* had been set free. Even though he gave his life for the cause, his passing released him from Bal's torture and he was free to move on to Aetherius. Bittersweet, sure, but a fitting end for the noble king.

Darien, on the other hand, was a borderline tragedy. It should never have happened, it was a freak accident- if he hadn't stepped forward, if someone had grabbed his arm to pull him into the protective circle, if he had heard them calling his name...

*It should never have happened*, the Vestige kept telling herself. *Where did it go wrong?* The question rang over and over in her head like a twisted, gut-wrenching mantra.

In her grief-stricken state, she wracked her brains trying to come up with a reason. Any feasible reason was better than none. But none came to her.

For a few weeks after, the Vestige stayed at the Camlorn Inn, in the city where she first met Darien. It was all she could think of to heal her hurt heart. No matter how painful it may have been, it still helped to reminisce about him.

It was no secret the two had become quite close. Even General Gautier made a some jokes. Darien's relentless, shameless, and sometimes terrible attempts to flirt were rather endearing. It didn't take long before the Vestige had developed a soft spot for him. Neither would admit it out loud, lest their reputations be tarnished.

There were many nights where the two soldiers would stay up late talking. About the weather, about the cute dog spotted by the smithy, about their training, about the upcoming battles... And then the Vestige confided in Darien her own personal quest. Now Darien was known for exaggerating from time to time, so he was understandably skeptical at first. But the look on his dear friend's face told him she was telling the truth.

He ended up becoming her rock throughout the trials leading up to the battle with Molag Bal. Countless late nights of amicable chatter helped the heroes stay sane. One of those late night chatters lead to a shared glass of good Surile Syrah Wine and a chaste (but very reciprocated) kiss on the cheek.

The Hero of Daggerfall was practically walking on air for the rest of the week after that cheek peck.

And before anyone knew it, Darien was gone. Lost somewhere in the realms of Oblivion.

It took some time, but once the Vestige felt comfortable enough, she left Daggerfall altogether with the intent of never coming back. The resumed journey took her everywhere from the mountains of Wrothgar to the ashlands of Morrowind, even to the Clockwork City. Eventually, the opportunity to go to The Summerset Isles came up. The idea of nice sandy beaches and warm weather was a very appealing thought.

But there's no rest for the wicked, or for heroes. And before she knew it she was begrudgingly roped into yet another epic quest to fix something she hadn't broken.

To her surprise, not only did it involve more Daedra (including some spider daedra she did NOT like), she was greeted with a very, very familiar face.

"Well, this is awkward. You're probably wondering how your old friend Darien became Meridia's champion and got stuck in all this sticky webbing. It's a funny story, really."

It took every ounce of willpower in the Vetige's body to not launch herself into his arms. And once his senses started coming back to him, Darien had to resist the very same urges.

Every spare moment in between fighting the minions of Nocturnal and Clavicus Vile was spent together. In the tavern rooms, the bunks in the Mages Guild, their tents while out on the field... It didn't matter to either Darien or the Vestige, so long as they were with each other.

Unfortunately the couple's happiness was short lived; Dawnbreaker needed to be repaired before the balance between the Daedric Princes was upset. And being Meridia's champion, Darien was the only one who could do it. Before he did, he wrapped the Vetsige in his arms and pulled her into the most passionate kiss either had ever had.

All of the Vestige's effort put into healing herself was completely undone. And since then, the world just wasn't the same to her.

Surile Syrah Wine tasted sour. Papers and letters with shiny golden seals or ink caused her hopes to get up, only to be dashed moments later. Spiders filled her with fury. And despite the aid Meridia gave in the battle with Molag Bal, the Vestige couldn't find it in her to forgive the Lady of Light.

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Time passes differently for the Vestige. The events that caused her to lose her beloved were some time ago. Days? Weeks? Months? Entire seasons? She couldn't quite tell. She found it quite easy to distract herself, though. Tamriel is a vast land, and there's no shortage of places to explore or people to help. Things seemed to be turning around for the Hero.

Until whispers on the streets mentioned another Daedric plot. The Vestige paid attention long enough to find out it was not Meridia, but in fact, Mehrunes Dagon. She was rather puzzled by this; the Lord of Destruction had been relatively quiet up until this point. Surely it was just a case of misunderstanding?

Which was her thought process until a mysterious letter from Lyranth arrived. And soon after, a personal (albeit testy) visit from the Daedra outcast. She confirmed the presence of Dagon, and the Vestige, who at this point had a bitter vendetta against the Daedric Princes, offered her assistance to find and close the Daedric portals.

Turns out you can't swing a dead Alfiq without hitting an Oblivion portal in Blackwood. One hint in particular lead her near a place called "Deepscorn Hollow". *That's not ominous in the slightest...* she thought to herself. With a name like that it just had to be crawling with Daedra spawn.

As she rounded a hill down the trail, however, the Vestige was surprised by a sudden "Hey! Hey, over here! I need some help!"

Her head whipped in the direction of the voice to see a young man in traveling leathers tied to a post. She wasted no time sprinting over to investigate.

"Thank the Eight Divines! I could really use some help. The name's Bastian. Watch yourself, friend. I was accosted by a Dark Elf at this very spot. She went into the cave over there hours ago, but she might return at any moment."

"What Dark Elf? What cave?" she answered, confused at the lack of any men or mer nearby.

"The Dark Elf Tenarei Vels. She's a traveler I met along the road. The cave is Deepscorn Hollow—the entrance is over by the dock," Bastian nodded in the general direction. "I'm here to retrieve a fellow named Quistley Silvelle. His family sent me to find him. I think he's in trouble."

The Vestige nodded, "What do you want from me?"

"Untie me, please. The Silvelles will pay well if you help me get Quistley out of whatever trouble he's in, and I could use someone to watch my back. Interested?"

An enthusiastic nod told him all he needed to know. As she started to work the chains, he added "Oh, and check the shack. I think Tenarei dropped something during our struggle."

"I'll see if the Dark Elf left any clues behind. And I'll help you rescue Quistley."

As he stood up, the Vestige got a better look at the young man; fiery red curls and deep emerald eyes, set in a thoroughly annoyed glare. On the tall side, too. Imperial, maybe?

"Ugh. Thank you," Bastian thanked her as he rubbed his sore wrists. "Look around, would you? I'd like to examine whatever my attacker dropped..."

It didn't take long to find out this was no ordinary rescue mission; a cult was involved. A Daedric cult, at that. And cults always mean extra trouble. And of course, it seems Quistley got himself into more trouble than originally thought. Bastian pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered something under his breath.

Thankfully the aforementioned Tenarei was more than willing to help out once the situation was explained. At the expense of an expensive ring, a deal was made: Quistley's debts were settled, Tenarei didnt have to leave empty handed, and the young Silvelle was hauled back home. Complaining and caterwauling the entire time, of course.

Bastian then surprised the Vestige by asking if he could tag along. His time being the Silvelle's lackey was over. "If you ever need a friend, you can count on me."

The Vestige, on the other hand, was a bit surprised. No one had ever offered their services to her, or to be a traveling companion. Usually they tagged along long enough to finish a rescue mission or borderline espionage adventures. After a moment's consideration, she accepted. Some company on the road would do her good.

*If you ever need a friend, you can count on me."*

Bastian's words kept crossing her mind. As she kept watch one night, she pondered the situation. Since she lost Darien, Bastian was like a breath of fresh air. A fresh start, as it were. Maybe some time down the line, she'd open up to him about her past. And, Divines willing, maybe he'd open up to her too. Maybe they could help each other.

She could see this becoming an amazing friendship.

#elder scrolls online #the elder scrolls #eso #writing #bastian hallix #darien Gautier #tw character death #tw grief #tw cult

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madamefluffnstuff · 11 months

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Soothing Hands

Fandom: Elder Scrolls Online

Pairing: Bastian Hallix x Fem!Vestige (Mostly platonic but could be slightly romantic??)

Rating: K (All Ages)

Warning(s): Indirect mentions of past trauma and unpleasant childhood, mentions of injuries (specifically burns on the hands), hand holding, general hurt/comfort themes.

Words: 765

AN: I once read somewhere on here that Bastian's fire powers come from his fiery temper. And I thought, yeah I can see that. So-

Bastian accidentally let his temper- and his powers- get a little out of control. Luckily he has a friend to help him out.

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"How many times have I told you not to let their words get to you, Bastian?"

The young man in question felt his ears turn red at the inquiry, partly from embarrassment and partly from the general situation at hand;

Bastian and the Vestige were at an upper echelon social gathering, attempting to collect intel for their guild. Things were going quite smoothly until an old acquaintance recognized Bastian. A longtime friend of the Silvelles, they wasted no time in bringing up his past. He tried very hard to maintain composure, answering with short (albeit rather curt) responses and somewhat forced politeness. The Vestige immediately sensed her companion's growing annoyance and guided him away from the tense situation. *Some fresh air would do him some good,* she figured.

Unfortunately for them, the acquaintance followed the duo outside and continued to press questions and taunts. Then they made the mistake of bringing up Bastian's mother.

That was the final straw, and he snapped. The mage ended up launching a decent sized fireball at his heckler. The good news was the acquaintance started the spectacle in public, so no one blamed Bastian for reacting the way he did. The bad news, however, was that in his moment of blind rage, he lost control and burned his hands badly.

And of course, as they were not expecting trouble at such a formal gathering, there were no healing potions at the ready. The Vestige quickly told the foolish individual off and hurried her friend out of the situation, down to the inn where they were staying.

A sharp stinging brought Bastian from his thoughts as he audibly winced- the Vestige was currently trying to apply a healing salve (generously provided by the innkeeper) to his wounds. She apologized and eased on the pressure. "I'm just trying to make sure we get as much in there as we can..."

"I know, I know," he sighed. "Just feel bad about it..."

"Well trust me when I say I've seen worse. It's painful right now but you'll be able to use them again after we get a proper healing potion in you."

He nodded, avoiding eye contact and instead focusing on their hands. Hers were now more gently working the healing salve onto the burns. Said burns were looking significantly better than from when they left the party. Bastian could tell his friend had had to do this procedure before, as her technique seemed very practiced and sure and her focused gaze rarely strayed.

"You don't have to do this, you know. It was my fault, I told you I'd fix it-"

"No," she shook her head, but never broke concentration. "I told you I'd help you. You have enough to deal with right now."

He wasn't thrilled about it but he knew it would be better to not argue.

It took him a moment to realize she had finished and was already starting to apply the bandages. His companion had placed a small pad of gauze on his palm and began carefully and methodically dressing the wounds. After making sure the ends were secure by tucking them in, she moved on to the next hand. The repeated process went much faster and before he knew it his other hand was similarly bandaged up.

"There," she said, taking a moment to sit back and admire her (very literal) handiwork. Bastian lifted his hand and turned it over. He had to admit she did a good job.

"Now sit back and get some rest," she continued as she gently pushed on his shoulder in an attempt to get him to lay on the bed.

"Hey, hey, it's fine, it's not that bad," he protested. "It's not that kind of injury-"

"Well if you're laying down, I know you're not using your hands and making it worse. Now quiet."

The mage rolled his eyes and sighed, but complied nonetheless. As he settled in, the Vestige excused herself to check the merchant stalls for a healing potion to buy, and said she'd return shortly. He nodded and told her to be careful.

Once the door clicked shut, Bastian stared at the wooden ceiling of the inn room. His thoughts began to wander as his eyes traced the grain pattern. He still felt bad about the current fiasco, especially for putting his friend in an awkward position. But she had definitely gotten him out of worse situations, and never complained.

Time and time again she had proven herself to be a patient and true friend to the young mage.

And for that he was eternally grateful.

#elder scrolls online #the elder scolls online #eso #fluff #elder scrolls fluff #bastian hallix #writing #fluff writing #the vestige #tw burns #tw past trauma #(only mentioned but still)

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