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sorcerous-caress · 6 months

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Giving them a hug

[ Bg3, fluff, nb!reader, several characters ]

[ Omeluum, The Emperor, Nere, Nym, Sorn, Minthara, Raphael ]

Omeluum

"Child, you have returned. Has your search been completed?" Floating just above the moss covered ground, the mindflayer you've grown quite accustomed to seeing as of lately, was in his usual spot.

Without saying a word, you saw the curiosity in Omeluum's eyes as you approached him.

He didn't make a move as he observed you move even closer, wrapping your hands around him and burying your face in the front of his robe.

You can feel the tentacles floating above your head, unsure of where to go and awkwardly moving away to give your body the proper space.

Pressing yourself closer into his embrace, you took a deep breath as you felt his long arms pat your back.

"It seems you have been in quite the stressful state."

You didn't let go. You didn't want to. Omeluum understood that in his own way, finding your specie's need for physical contact very fascinating.

More so that you chose him as your stress relief, he feels deeply honoured.

The Emperor

"Very well." A familiar voice spoke inside your mind. And just like that, a portal to the asteral plane opened up to you

Stepping inside, you were met with the person of your dreams. Every detail of their being moulded to your taste and liking.

"There you are." A honeyed voice called out to you from their soft lips. They approached you with the enthusiasm of an overseas lover finally coming home to their partner.

"No." You took a step back from their offered embrace, inviting you into their warmth. "Not this, I want the real you."

The most beautiful eyes you've ever seen in your life stared at you with a worried expression. That faux worry barely lasted a second before their face became neutral again.

"As you say." Dispelling the illusion, The Emperor stood above you with his towering figure. Cold tendrills and the same haunting purple eyes.

Making the first move, you took a couple of steps forward. The tentacles parted and made a space for you to slot your body against his.

Cold to the touch with a very unfamiliar texture, it was smooth yet hard in certain places. Still, you wrapped your arms around him in a resemblance of a hug.

His tentacles slowly curled around your body parts. Twirling itself around each part and bringing you even closer.

He didn't have a heartbeat. He head three instead, each of them drumming to their own rhythm.

The tentacles kept caressing you, his arms stayed at his sides.

Nere

"You should've left to deliver my important message to general Thorm." Nere's voice didn't hide his annoyance and neither did his look of disdain, "just what are you waiting around for?"

You shrugged, "a hug."

Preparing yourself to receive even more mocking and complaining, you were pleasantly met with a tired sigh instead.

"First that...filthy drider creature's bursts of insanity and now your perversion, why do I always get the defective ones." Nere impatiently made his way into your personal space.

Just as you started to explain how you truly just wanted a simple hug and didn't have ulterior intentions, you were rudly hushed and pulled against his body.

He smelled...like burned powder and rubble, of course he did. But below it, you could catch a faint scent of lavender.

His arms were firm as they held you in place, squeezing just enough to make you feel a comfortable pressure.

And when you wrapped your arms around him gently, hugging him back, you swore you saw his pointy ears droop just slightly.

This was...really nice actually. You never expected to even get a hug, let alone one this comforting.

And then you were unceremoniously pushed away from his body, almost losing your balance and falling into the pits of lava behind you.

He didn't show any signs of caring, "I've indulged your degenerate fantasies enough, now go and do your job."

Nym

"Of course, anything you want." She smiled so sweetly as she said it, "would you prefer we get comfortable on the bed? I'd be able to hold you much longer then."

Her body was so soft, holding you closer to her chest. Drawing soothing circles on yout back with her expert fingers.

The atmosphere was very peaceful, her touches very gentle and she smelled even better.

You had no doubt that she genuinely wanted you to have a great experience, no matter how insignificant one hug might seem in the grand scheme of things.

To you, it was clearly important at this moment, and that's more than enough reason for her to go the extra mile.

Occasionally, she'd hum a tone, soft spoken words in drow language slipping past her lips. Slowly and carefully pronouncing each syllable like a lullaby.

Sorn

"A hug? Really?" Confusion clear on his face, he crossed his arms against his exposed chest, "you know, you could've just asked for my sister instead. This is her domian more."

You shook your head, "I know, but I wanted you."

Sorn's eyes narrowed at you in suspension, "Just to be fully clear with each other, is it really just a hug? This isn't some niche fetish or form of foreplay?"

"Just a hug."

Seemingl convinced with you not having ulterior intentions, much to his displeasure, Sorn stepped closer to you with opened arms.

Lean muscles enveloped you, awkward at first before easing into a more protective hug. Sorn was clearly taking inspiration from his only other source of hugs.

You felt safe in his arms, like you had someone to relay on.

"It will be okay, you're safe." His words of comfort came shortly. And despite his earlier reluctants, it felt like he genuinely meant them.

He held you tightly.

You hugged back, feeling his body shiver at the soft, non-intrusive touches.

After it ended, he stepped back. His body clearly more relaxed and at ease.

"I have to admit, that wasn't as bad as I expected."

Minthara

You swore you could see her judging you as she appeased your request in her mind.

You hoped that the trust you've built between the two of you so far would assure her that you weren't trying to backstab her or trick her.

"Come." She finally gave her permission.

Her blood ran hot, you realised as you were met with the warmth of her embrace.

Still, her body remained stiff as you held her. This was clearly a very unfamiliar territory to her.

"Try to relax, i promise you'll be safe." You whispered against her ear.

She took a deep breath, taking what felt like was a leap of faith to her, she let her body melt against yours.

Holding onto your waist, her firm grip kept you in place against her body.

She didn't let go when you attempted to pull away.

"If we are to stop this, it will be on my own terms." She said as she kept holding you close. You've willingly walked into her web, and there was no escaping now.

Raphael

"Why, of course, anything for my favourite client." His pride was clear in his stance even as he extended an arm to you, "come to me, little mouse."

Listening to the devil on your shoulder, you did.

You were met with burning heat, flinching away the second you touched him.

A low chuckle came from his lips, clear amusement at toying with you. "Oh is it too much for you to handle? My my, and here I thought you knew what you were getting into."

With a snap of his fingers, a soft glow envelops your body from head to toe. It made you feel lighter and left a hint of a sweet taste at the back of your throat.

"Here, something to keep that deary skin of yours from melting off. We wouldn't want to tarnish your beauty now, would we?" Cupping your face in his hands, you felt absolutely none of the previous heat as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb.

"Enough games, my hug, now." You said sternly as he laughed at your impatience.

But no teasing came. Instead, you were completely wrapped into his embrace. His wings enveloping you and caging you more into his body.

The expensive materials of his clothes did wonders to cover all the ridges and sharp angles underneath them that adorned his body.

For a moment in time, you managed to find rest and comfort in a devil's embrace. Willingly surrendering yourself to him as he pressed his nose against the pule point at your throat, inhaling deeply.

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brabblesblog · 4 months

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To be loved.

A fix-it of sorts to that moment in Sharess’ Caress with the drow twins. Includes a tiny amount of Halsin.

Astarion x F!Tav

Angst, comfort, and smut.

Read on AO3.

Masterlist.

Thanks to @elora-the-slutty-songstress for the opportunity to take on this idea!

I first noticed it whilst Nym was tongue deep in me. I had been watching Astarion pound into Sorn, and it had been a majestic sight. My hand grips Halsin’s hair quickly, a gesture for him to stop sucking on my nipples and watch.

The druid lets out a soft, questioning groan as he lifts his head up to meet my gaze. Halsin’s chest heaves, and he takes a moment to tamper down his arousal before he speaks.

“Yes, my heart?” he asks. I nod over at Sorn and Astarion.

“I think we need to stop this right now.”

Halsin follows my gaze. He notices it too, that blankness in Astarion’s face as he drives his hips again and again into Sorn. It had been three weeks or so after Cazador’s demise, and ever since that night in the graveyard, Astarion had seemed fine. I had even slept with Halsin once, a decision I wasn't sure was the best, in all honesty, but Astarion had taken it all with a grace and acceptance that made me fall all the more in love with him.

“Sorn. Nym.” Halsin’s voice breaks through the sounds of sex - the ragged breaths, moans, and slapping of flesh. “I would very much appreciate it if I could get a moment with you two alone,” he says. The twins raise their eyebrows, surprised at the sudden change in plans, but I nod at Nym as she lifts her head up from between my legs, and with my approval they both move off to approach Halsin.

Sorn takes one look at Astarion and moves away. For a second, Astarion’s hips pump into air, as it takes him a bit to realize Sorn had moved. Astarion blinks, twice, then his eyes sharpen.

“What in the hells-“ he begins to say, then notices the twins arm in arm with Halsin. He also notices me looking at him with an expression that told him I was concerned for him. He sighs. He had ruined it, yet again.

Halsin puts an arm around each twin. “Come, and let’s get a larger room than this. We’ll need it if you two are to see my ursine trick.” At those words, the drow are immediately convinced, and I watch them as the three quickly put on clothes and make their way out of this room and into the adjacent one.

Halsin gives me one last look before he does. Make sure he’s okay.

I nod, and then as the door shuts, finally turn my attention to Astarion.

He sits on his knees, and as I approach he opens his arms to let me in. I hug him tightly.

“I thought you wanted to have some fun,” he murmurs into the crook of my neck. I shake my head.

“Not when you’re not having fun, Astarion. And before you say anything - I can tell.”

That shuts down his attempt to deflect, and he lets his mouth hang open. We two both pull away from the hug, and he takes a moment to collect his thoughts.

“It felt like a good idea to try, but I think I may have bitten off more than I could handle at the moment,” he says quietly. “Halsin is one thing, but having even more people..”

“I’m sorry,” I say, and I take his hand, squeezing it gently. I want to hold him tight and shield him from the world, from his own mind, but I know I cannot. And that I should not, unless that is what he wants.

Astarion considers the room, his eyes scanning it. He then considers his own cock, laying there against his lap, still half-hard. It did feel good, and he did want to do something.

“Ban,” he says. “It would be a waste to have paid for this room, and not to fully use it, don’t you think?” He tries to smirk, his hands flying to my waist, tugging me close.

“We can afford to lose the gold. It’s not a big deal,” is my reply. I try to be careful, knowing that he might just be doing this to please me. I put both hands on his shoulders, meeting his gaze. “You don’t have to do anything. We can just go.”

He frowns, then shakes his head. “No, I.. I do think I want to do something. At least, something with you. Just you.” He swallows past a small lump in his throat. “After all, I ruined it,” he adds in a small mumble, spoken so softly I barely can hear it.

“Just - no.” I shake my head at him. “Astarion, look at me.” The sternness is back in my face as I cup his cheek. “You did not ruin it. This was the point of it all. To have fun, sure, but more importantly, to see how you were doing. You tried, you saw that it was too much, and that is that. If you want more, if you truly want more - that can be arranged. But I do not want you to do it just to placate me or whatever other messed up idea you have. Okay?”

As I speak, I see his expression soften. He realizes he’s safe here, he’s heard, and that makes him calm down and let his walls down. The apprehension is replaced with a genuine smile, and he covers my hand on his cheek with his own, feeling my knuckles.

“Okay, darling,” he acknowledges. “I still do want you, though.” He looks down between his legs, giving his half-hard cock a glance. Then he drags his eyes across my body, from my mound all the way up to my breasts, and finally my face. His expression says it all - says that he’s still hungry and wanting.

“Use your words, my love,” I say, my hand leaving his cheek to rest on his chest. My other hand moves down to grip his waist, my thumb tracing circles on his obliques. “What do you want? I need specifics.”

“I want.. to be loved,” he whispers, his eyes boring into mine. “I want to be pleasured, to feel you want my pleasure as much as you want yours.”

I laugh. “Easy. I’ve always felt that way.” I know that even with his countless sexual encounters, he barely got off. “I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget your own name. How does that sound?”

“Sounds wonderful, my love,” he says, his voice dropping into a purr. He moves off of his knees, and shuffles backwards until he’s sitting at the top of the bed, his back to the headboard. As I crawl towards him, he wraps a hand around his cock and strokes a few times, just to bring it back up.

My hand covers his, and I stop him. “Let me,” I whisper. I sit between his spread legs, one hand on his cock and the other reaching up to stroke the planes of his pectoral muscles. I feel them flex as he reacts to my touch, as his cock twitches in my grasp. He lets out a shaky exhale, his eyes falling shut.

“Just enjoy the feeling,” I murmur. “Tell me how good my hand feels on you.” I stroke him from the root to tip, swiping my thumb at the tip to capture the precum, and spreading it along his whole length as I stroke back down. He’s leaking, his cock feeling exquisitely hard and warm on my palm. The pink flush on its tip almost makes me want to rush it and just sit on it, but I hold myself back. This isn’t for me.

Astarion doesn’t speak. He lets his body tell me instead, his hips canting upwards involuntarily to fuck my hand. His hands grip the sheets, and a small whimper escapes him. He’s incredibly present, and every moment drags like eternity in his mind. Finally, he finds his words.

“More,” he groans. “Please.”

“Of course.” I shift to lean down on him, and lick the tip, swiping my tongue over his slit to taste him. His musk, mixed with the salty precum and the heady scent of arousal are almost overwhelming. He hisses as I lick him, the surprise of the sensation making his hips buck hard. I smile and then move my mouth over him, taking in the head. My tongue presses against his frenulum, feeling the ridges there. My hand keeps stroking at the base, and I work to sync my hand with my mouth’s movements.

That move earns a whine from those delectable lips. His hand moves from the sheets to grip my hair instead, pushing me down deeper against his cock. Astarion’s hips roll, the rhythm uneven and desperate, seeking the heat and wetness of my mouth more than anything else. The wet, obscene sounds drive him closer and closer to the edge, and his ears flush pink as he fights the urge to come right then and there. His eyes still remain closed, enjoying the sensation - enjoying being loved.

I let him fuck my mouth for a few minutes, letting his hand on my hair and his hips dictate the pace. The small whines that come from his mouth make me squeeze my own thighs, and I realize I’m soaking wet too. I hum for a moment, and then pull him out of my mouth with a wet popping sound. “Did you want to come like this? Or-”

My words are cut short as Astarion grabs me by the shoulders, pulling me up to straddle him and to catch me in a crushing kiss. His lips part, his tongue seeking out mine, tasting himself. After a moment, he breaks the kiss, meeting my gaze. His eyes are dilated, but the expression is as tender as I’ve ever seen it. The hunger still lies there, but love overwhelms it.

“I want to come inside you,” he says, the words a request voiced as though it were something I could say no to. I nod, and the moment I do his index and middle fingers find my clit and flick it playfully. I hiss, and he moves those two fingers to my entrance, plunging them in. His thumb replaces their spot on my clit, rubbing in circles.

“So wet, darling,” he whispers, leaning in close so that I can feel his breath against my ear. “So ready for me.” His fingers speed up, the pace insistent and forceful, his thumb flicking against my clit with merciless speed. My hips start bucking, fucking myself on his fingers.

“Say it,” he growls, a little bit of that old aggression creeping into his tone. “Say you want me inside you. Say you want me to fuck you, Ban.”

“Fuck me, Astarion. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t think straight.”

He chuckles, a small, dark sound.

“It would be my pleasure,” he murmurs. He moves his hand off of my weeping cunt, hands grabbing me and lifting me up. In one smooth move, he aims himself against my entrance and lowers me onto his cock, burying himself to the root in me.

I groan as I feel him impaling me, feeling my walls spread to welcome him home. There is no resistance whatsoever; I’m so wet that his length slides in effortlessly. He gasps at the sensation, and we both stay still for a moment, trying to adjust to the feeling before we begin to move.

I move to grasp his shoulders, bracing myself. I move my hips, riding him. My goal is his pleasure, and I am relentless in my attempt to reach just that. Astarion sucks in a breath at the sensation, and his hips hitch for a second, until he manages to figure out my rhythm and match himself to it. His hand goes back to my clit, flicking it with just the right amount of pressure and speed.

His eyes meet mine, and he smiles. “Ride me harder, my love,” he says, and I do so, slamming down harder with every thrust of my hips. The sound of our flesh coming together is drowned out by my own moaning and his, as he slowly loses what little control he had.

Astarion’s breaths come with little whimpers, all semblance of coherency gone now. For once, he has no need to seduce or play a role to get what he wants. It is given, freely, and he relishes it. The hand not on my clit moves to pull my head to his, to touch foreheads.

“I’m close,” he whispers softly. He’s at the very edge, and I can feel his cock twitching inside me as he fights the urge to come. I’m close too, but I would rather him finish first.

I meet his gaze, and our faces are so close the only thing I can see is the crimson of his eyes. I can feel his breath brush over my face as he pants desperately.

“Come for me, Astarion. Give me your seed,” I finally say, and as I do I press my lips against his parted ones. He lets out a loud groan, his hips frantically pumping as he rides out his orgasm. I keep kissing him through it, feeling him coat my insides and fill me up. The fingers he has on my clit lose their rhythm, falling still as he finally lets go.

I wait patiently for him to come to his senses, still riding him, but with a lot more gentleness to my movements. He finally blinks, twice, then takes in a sharp breath.

“That- that was,” he begins, then realizes he doesn’t have the words for it. But it’s okay. He knows I know. He takes a moment, registers where his fingers were, and then realizes.

“Your turn, darling.” He lifts his fingers up to wet them with his saliva, licking and tasting me on them. Then he reaches back down, fingers rubbing and flicking my clit in the way only he knew how. “Do you want it like this, or do you want my mouth?” Astarion offers, his smirk telling me he knew exactly what I wanted.

“Mouth, but I don’t think I’d last in any-” I begin to say, but he laughs and taps my waist, a sign for me to get up. I do so all too quickly, moving off of his now softening cock and laying back down on the bed. As I do, I look down at my cunt, seeing how his spend was spread all over it. He had filled me to the brim.

He looks too, a hungry and amused expression on his face as he moves to position his head between my legs.

“Now that,” he whispers, “is a sight to behold and taste.”

Without another word, he moves down and starts suckling on my clit. His tongue flicks against it as he does, the tip of it insistent and warm.

That coaxes out a moan from me, a soft “Astarion,” as his mouth brings me ever closer to my own climax. He smiles at the sound of his name, and continues his work, his tongue shifting to lap at my cunt instead, starting from my entrance up to my clit.

I’m there, and I let out a strangled gasp to warn him. He takes his cue, and refocuses his attention where it matters most. His lips wrap around my bud again, providing suction and his tongue flicking lazily.

I come, yet again with his name on my lips, and for a moment I lose control of my legs. They jerk, squeezing tightly against his head. I feel myself squirt, gushing against his lips. He laps it all up eagerly, groaning with every pass his tongue makes against my cunt.

As I come down to reality, Astarion lifts his head up and smirks at me. He makes a show of wiping his glistening mouth and chin on the back of his hand, licking off the excess.

“Delicious as always, darling,” he says, but there is a lot more tenderness there than anything else.

I smile softly, and beckon him closer into my arms. He does as asked, laying down with me and placing his head on my chest.

“Did that help?” I ask. “Did it make you feel the way you wanted to feel?”

Hidden from the world, he smiles against my chest.

“You always do, love.” He looks up at me, and I realize it is one of those rare moments where he seems to be at peace.

“Thank you.”

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hana-no-seiiki · 4 months

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sorn from bg3 (the male prostitute drow) is such a mood cause like people always get flustered whenever i use nicknames on them (like baby/sweetheart/etc). i’ve been called all the petnames too (my current favorite being cloudhead/mooncake atm) and those that i date often tell me that it makes their heart stutter when i use those

but on the other hand i get so unbelievably and irrationally flustered n shy when people who don’t usually call me by my name just use ‘yun’ like smiling and butterflies and all augh

and my friends keep calling me out saying i act like a horny/fetishizing/problematic teenager despite having the vanilla fantasies of a victorian woman

SO I WAS THINKING

QUICK YANDERE SOFT PRETTY BOI SEX WORKER BRAINROT??

could be a camboy, host club worker, pornstar, etc. your choice and imagination

Like ya boi who’s whole job it is to fulfill the most depraved fantasies imaginable. Who lived almost his whole life doing all sorts of kinks and fetishes

but absolutely crumbles when you ask him to have sex with him in the missionary position and maybe even the lights off

like he’ll join massive orgies no problem. host/strip for celebrities like it’s no business

but when you ask if you can hold his hand while you two make love. or kiss him gently with all the love in your eyes

he just

he just ceases to function.

you aren’t a regular of his, as much as he hates that fact. but everytime you schedule a meeting with him, he just has this dopey smile on his face and he’ll often uncontrollably giggle and squeal when you hit him up.

he has some pretty rich and dangerous clients

so sometimes he may or may not drug you when you visit him sometimes.

i mean you can’t blame him if your legs are too weak the next morning (or afternoon/evening, this man has stamina) or if you only wanted to have a nice chit chat but suddenly that pink sweater you bought him started to look really nice especially with his even prettier legs exposed like that.

opens up an exclusive rent-a-boyfriend offer but in actuality it’s just you in that list

overall a menace

you know how some of my readers uses yan harem to beat the yan harem

he definitely uses his fans/clients to keep you leashed

besides, no one else can serve you like he can, so might as well stay for some more hm?

#i wrote this in one sitting #weird fact: i wanted to be a host once upon a time. like a rent a boyfriend.#cause i loved dressing up and looking pretty #and doing romantic stuff #but without that attachments that came with #now im too stressed and out of shape but i mean THE DREAM WILL NEVER DIE!!!#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere imagine #yandere fic #yandere oc x reader #yandere core #yandere soft boy #yandere ramble #yandere brainrot

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thechaoticdruid · 4 months

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My thoughts on Ascended Vamp Daddy I guess.

(Short version: I love him and I hate him. And gods I love to hate him.)

While I am a firm believer that Spawn is the best ending for Star. I won't lie, Ascended Astarion does make me feel some kind of way. (Curse him and his sexy dialogue) I see that route as a beautifully tragic end. Ripe for some sweet sweet angsty fanfiction. Though I do have my own issues with Ascended Astarion aside from his bitchiness being turned up to 90. He feels a bit inconsistent with some of his writing. He's possessive but he still lets Tav fuck around without any complaints. I'm sorry but possessive people just don't do that. (I feel like being locked out of Halsin's polymance should be a penalty for ascending Astarion if I'm honest...)

He's supposed to be this cocky super powerful evil vampire yet he just leaves if we decide to kick him in the balls. lol LIKE COME BACK HERE AND KILL ME YOU COWARD!

What are you too scared to murder your lover with your own hands!? PATHETIC!

Perhaps he is still just that scared insecure little spawn buried deep down underneath a bunch of bullshitting.

But then there's the endings where Tav gets by without being turned into a spawn or Astarion planning to invade the hells for Karlach which really don't make sense if you connect them to the night where he wants to turn the player. (Still can't forgive him for what he does to my bby Karlach smh.)

Anyway I do still have a soft spot for some of his dialogue.

"I promise not to bite down to the bone.~" From the drow twins scene is probably my favorite. Legit made me think after the fade to black Sorn and Nym would just be laying on the ground dead afterwards. (Honestly missed opportunity there in my opinion.)

I know people are like oh he becomes a yandere if you ascend him, but as a long time yandere fan, Ascended Astarion in game is not a yandere, he's almost there, but not quite. You still have some opportunities to break up with him and all he does is act like a toxic boyfriend and throws a fit. And a yandere would not give up so easily if their love interest rejected them.

So I'm not quite sure how to end this post. It's kinda just been me rambling on about this version of Star and it came to mind since I've been writing a fic where he's the main antagonist. (He's been a lot of fun to try to write as deliciously evil as possible.)

So any way what are your thoughts on this asshat?

👇

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prismatic-starstuff · 7 months

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Compatibility.

— Raphael x Sorn Orlith.

18+ only content under the cut; minors stay away.

It isn't that Raphael only sleeps with himself; just that he... mainly sleeps with himself. After all, for him, surely there could be no face fairer to see bearing down on him from above; surely there could be no hand more firm around him, surely there could be no shaft as satisfying inside.

However... it isn't as though he has no time in his life for an experiment or two; and Haarlep, so dominant in bed but so distant emotionally, certainly doesn't care if he decides to spend an evening in the arms and the bed of another.

The handsome drow before him isn't the one who normally leads him to bed; no, the fingers around his own are slightly calloused rather than unnaturally soft, the form towering over him is muscular and uncharted rather than lithe and familiar. Soft breaths escape the disguised archdevil as he's pressed down into the softness of the bed, an indulgent smile on his lips.

He isn't with his usual companion, no. But tonight... the unfamiliarity is quite the rush. Surely not as good as 'himself,' but a decent enough romp to pass the time.

Little does he realise, though, that he's about to fall into one of the most invigorating affairs of his long life...

...even if, to anyone else, the right word would surely be 'bland.'

—

Sorn Orlith has satisfied many a naughty request during his career, and taken great delight in most of them. He's worn many a titillating outfit for his patrons, stepped on many a tender body part, spoken many a filthy word... Yet during his time at the brothel, he's so rarely had the chance to have his own desires fulfilled; to have his own most sensual dreams come true.

There's no titillating outfit to be seen; the lights are off, so appearances don't matter. There's no stepping, not even any spanking or slapping; Sorn's hands are idly planted either side of the man's head, while the man's own fingers grip onto the bedsheets as if his life depends on it. There's no dirty talk; the only sounds in the room are heavy breaths and unrestrained moans and the slapping of skin against skin as the two revel in the delightful dull deliciousness that is missionary with no foreplay.

As he gazes down at this man who'd been so happy to flop down on the bed and spread his legs without so much as a grope or a fondle beforehand, it dawns slowly on him; tonight will be different.

And oh, he is ecstatic.

It's adorable, Sorn thinks, the way this man had sauntered into the room dripping with confidence yet had immediately given himself over to be taken; the way his deep and smooth timbre grows ever pitchier and whinier as he selfishly takes his pleasure. The pace isn't too fast, isn't too slow... it's exactly as the drow likes it; completely unremarkable.

The man's back arches, eyes squeezed closed and brows knitted together, lithe frame covered in a light sheen of sweat. His hiked-up thighs tremble, and his shaft twitches and leaks at the tip; a clear indication that he won't last much longer, that he's ready to let it all out...

The sight excites Sorn, causes him to thrust harder, faster. The man is about to burst for him after a record minute and a half; it's the quickest he's ever experienced.

He almost can't stand how much that thought makes him burn inside.

It's less than average; it's positively underwhelming, some might even say disappointing. Yet to Sorn... the sight of this man about to come undone for him after not even two minutes excites him like nothing else. The monotonous slapping of their hips feels like the greatest pleasure; the lack of touch or foreplay or buildup proves to be such a fascinating change of pace.

The sight is enough to tip Sorn over the edge as well. The drow drives his strong hips forward one last time; a bellowing cry of utter ecstasy escaping, hips quivering, chest pressing firmly to that of his magnificently unimpressive bedmate as he empties himself deep inside.

The man gives a whimpering moan, and without much fanfare, his piercing eyes are rolling up as thick ropes spurt out of him to paint his tummy. At his sides, his fingers are almost tearing the sheets as he clutches onto them with a surprising strength.

And somewhere in the hazy tingle of their afterglow, as their chests heave with almost synchronised breaths, as their eyes briefly meet... both parties share a similar surprise. The brief but beautiful experience has been so deeply satisfying; not just a romp to pass the time, not just a night with another patron, but an encounter between two who were truly compatible...

...even if, to anyone else, the right word might surely be 'boring.'

#baldur's gate iii #raphael #raphael (bg3)#sorn orlith #spicy #my writing

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Another Chance (Astarion x Tav/OC, BG3 Fanfic, 18+, Part 2 of 2)

Summary, Author's Notes, and Part 1 is here.

Tags: Gale x OC, Astarion x OC, angst, tragedy in the beginning, time skip, post-game content, friends to lovers, porn with feelings, prone bone, other positions probably

Word Count: 4886

AO3 link is here, darling.

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Chapter 2 - A New Beginning

Forty-Five Years Ago

Astarion stared up at Sharess’ Caress, building up the willpower to enter. It had been five years since he had been here, searching for clues about a murder. Five years since Sorn and Nym had offered their services to Phaedra as a reward for solving the murder of their coworker. She had politely declined, holding Gale’s hand when he had balked at the idea.

Five years since he had taken the reward instead, to see if he could enjoy carnal delights now that Cazador was dead, his revenge taken with gusto.

He had not enjoyed the night, although it wasn’t the fault of either drow. Instead, he had felt empty inside, his mind wandering while his body went through the motions, pleasuring his fellow elves with his uncanny instinct for debauchery and sinful delight.

When they were done, Sorn and Nym both thanked him for the experience, and told him they would welcome him back at any time.

He hadn’t come back. Until now.

Nym greeted him cheerfully when he entered, but upon seeing his expression, she frowned. “Perhaps you are looking for something else,” she said, taking him to a table. “A drink perhaps. A time to talk.”

Eventually he agreed to go upstairs, and in the darkness, his mind elsewhere, he murmured her name.

Nym paused. “You miss her, don’t you.”

Astarion pulled back. “Oh, I…” He let out a wry huff. “I’ve never made the mistake of calling someone else’s name before,” he confessed. “What’s wrong with me?”

He had expected her to laugh. He hadn’t expected her to hug him.

“You miss someone you love,” she told him. “And you came to me, hoping to fill that void, did you not? We are both drow, after all.”

He let her hug him, the platonic physical touch of another providing him some semblance of comfort. “You remember her?”

Nym’s peals of laughter were light and soothing, like the soft sounds of a windchime. “Who wouldn’t? Sorn and I were so disappointed that she didn’t take the reward. She was beautiful. If she had wanted to be our queen, we would have gladly become her subjects.”

Astarion chuckled. “You’re right. She is beautiful.”

“You sound like you just saw her.”

He shrugged. “Only in my reveries.”

Nym hugged him tighter. “Do you wish to lose yourself in me, while you imagine her? I won’t fault you for doing so.”

He swallowed. “It… feels wrong, if I do that.”

She kissed his forehead. “Do you want to just be held for the rest of the night?”

“That… that would be nice.”

After a while, she asked quietly, “What brought you back? You don’t have to answer.”

He was silent for a few minutes, but he finally replied. “She sent me a letter.”

“Oh?”

“It was just a letter. Saying how she’s been, how much she’s been doing in Waterdeep. Asking about me. Quite mundane. And yet…”

“And yet?”

“I just… missed her, is all.”

Nym gently stroked his arm and back. “Sometimes, just simple physical touch, when you haven’t had it in a while, can help ease that loneliness.”

“Hmm.”

“It also can reduce stress and depression.”

“You sound more like a healer right now.”

She laughed. “Sex can be therapeutic, you know. I’ve helped more than a few customers find new ways to heal themselves.” In the dark, she touched his face gently. “It seems like you just need someone to hold you for a while.”

“Perhaps.” He nestled his head into the crook of her neck and melted into her arms. “I will say, this is rather pleasant.”

“Yes, it is.”

For the next four and a half decades, Astarion would become a semi-regular at Sharess’ Caress, but not for lascivious reasons.

He came because he wanted to be held for a few hours and forget the world.

***

Walking along the streets at night after a particularly eventful raid of a Zhentarim heist, Phaedra and Astarion passed by Sorcerous Sundries, the tower lights still on past the witching hour.

“Rolan needs to get some sleep,” Phaedra commented idly. “Whenever I see him, he has circles under his eyes, and they're not because he's aging.”

“Have you told him that?”

“I did, and he just ignored me.” She looked down. “I wish Lia was still here to nag him, she would have helped.”

Rolan didn't exactly say why Lia was gone, but Phaedra had learned from some of the other tieflings that she had simply passed away from illness, old and happy.

Phaedra suddenly felt a sting in her heart. “I'm going to outlive so many of my friends,” she muttered sadly.

Astarion, to her surprise, took her hand. “You won't outlive me, darling.”

She glanced at their clasped hands, then up at him.

He smiled, his gaze tender. “I'll be here, my sweet. I'll always be here.”

Touched by his heartfelt declaration, Phaedra squeezed his hand in return. “Thank you. I… I've missed you.”

Taking her hand and bringing it up to his lips, Astarion tenderly kissed the back of her hand.

“Astarion!” Phaedra laughed, though she didn’t pull her hand away. “I thought you had given up your rakish ways.”

“The skills never go away, darling.”

She sighed, this time pulling her hand from his grasp. “Yes, yes. And I’ve told you before, it won’t work on me.”

By this point, they had reached Astarion’s home. He opened the door and held it open for her, lightly touching the small of her back as he followed her inside. “And yet you didn’t pull your hand free right away.”

Just as she was about to respond, he swept around her and placed a hand against the wall near her head, cornering her. He brushed his thumb against her cheek, wiping away some of the grime of the night’s fight.

“You’re looking a bit more gaunt these days,” he observed. “Have you been eating well?”

She looked away.

“Phaedra…” he chided.

“I haven’t had much of an appetite,” she confessed.

He sighed. “I’m drawing you a bath, and then you're going to eat.”

***

Phaedra looked around at the ridiculously large bathtub, carved into a giant block of marble. But as she sank into the hot water, the soothing smell of bath salts and rosemary wafting around her, she could only sigh happily.

Gods, this feels so good.

As she bathed herself, she realized that she missed being touched. Gale was constantly reaching for her, holding her hand, or keeping one hand on her, just to feel her presence. Even until the very end.

Phaedra hugged herself in the bathtub and lowered her head under the water.

I told him I wouldn't cry anymore. He made me promise him before he died. I made a pact at his gravestone. Godsdammit! I'm so sorry, Gale!

She let out a pitiful keen, hoping that the water would stifle the sound.

“Darling?”

Phaedra lifted her head out of the water to see Astarion kneeling beside the bathtub, his hand reaching out to tuck her wet hair behind her ear.

She sniffled and rubbed her nose inelegantly. “I'm fine, don't worry about me.”

Astarion shook his head. “You always say that when something is wrong.”

“Damn. You know me too well.”

“Do you want to come out now? The water's getting cold.”

Phaedra nodded.

Astarion got up and grabbed a towel. Holding it out for her, he waved it slightly, encouraging her to come to him.

She gave him a bemused look. “Really? I'm not a child.”

“I know,” he said. “Just come here and let me spoil you.”

Shrugging, she got out of the tub and let him dry her off, his movements slow and meticulous. As a drow, she was not shy about nudity; it had taken a long time to get Gale accustomed to making love in the sunlit garden at the top of the tower.

The thought of Gale again crumpled her heart, and she closed her eyes against the pain.

“It won't ever go away, the pain of missing someone,” Astarion said quietly as he wrapped her up in the towel and held her close.

She could only nod, her throat choked up with emotion.

“Let me hold you for a while. You'll feel better.”

She didn't argue, and let him pick her up and take her to his bed, unwrapping her underneath his silk sheets.

He crawled in after her, still dressed, and pulled her close. She felt so small in his arms, and he was struck by the fact that, even though this incredible woman was the savior of Baldur's Gate, she was also a living, breathing person with needs.

“Can you eat?” he asked after a few minutes.

She looked up from where she was nestled against his chest. “Erm. Yes, I could eat a bit.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Wait here a moment.”

Sitting up, she covered her chest with the sheets. This is certainly a side of Astarion I’ve never seen before. So attentive. Usually I was the one who had to make sure he was feeling well.

He returned shortly with a small plate of grapes, cheeses, and cured meats from her room upstairs. “Just don't make a mess,” he said as he sat on top of the covers, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and lazily drawing circles on her arm.

“Mmm-hmm,” she mumbled around a mouthful of food. Despite not feeling too hungry, she managed to finish off everything. “Thank you,” she said, handing the now empty plate back to him. Looking up at him, she smiled and tipped her head to the side, exposing her neck. “Been a while, but did you want a snack too?”

Astarion's eyes glittered with unabashed craving. “Always so generous,” he said in a hushed tone. Slowly moving, as if he was afraid she’d push him away, he straddled her, his hands on either side of her head, holding onto the headboard. “I haven’t had you in so long,” he murmured before he sank his fangs into her neck.

Phaedra shuddered. She didn’t want to admit it, but she had missed this feeling, of giving her life blood to him, to feed him so intimately. A soft sigh escaped her, and she closed her eyes, letting him drink deeply.

He stopped on his own, knowing her limits, and licked the last few drops of blood around her wound before kissing it softly. Then, to her surprise, he lowered himself on top of her, nestling his head in the crook of her neck. “Gods, I’ve missed this.”

Reaching up to card his hair, feeling his soft locks between her fingers, she let herself enjoy the physical touch of another, the warmth of a body on top of hers. “We never cuddled like this before,” she commented as she toyed with his hair a bit more.

“We didn’t,” he replied. “But isn’t this nice?”

She smiled. “It is.”

He raised his head and nuzzled her, almost like a cat asking for rubs. Phaedra chuckled at the mental image, a prissy little white-furred cat, demanding and prideful, vain and haughty.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Oh, just the thought of you as a cat, a magnificent bastard of a creature,” she replied with a smile, her fingers still carding through his hair.

She expected him to frown, throw a hissy fit, or something of the sort. Instead, he rubbed his body along hers and nibbled her ear lobe. “Would you pet me, if I was?”

Phaedra swallowed. What is happening. “Erm, well, of course, aren’t I doing that now?” She tapped his head with her fingers.

He raised himself up and undid some of the buttons on his shirt, revealing more of his lustrous skin. Taking her hand from his head, he placed it on his chest. “You could do a bit more, perhaps.”

His skin was smooth, inviting. She ran her hand along his chest, up his collarbone, then back down, until her palm felt his abdominal muscles flexing under her touch. Immediately she pulled her hand away.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go that low—”

“It’s alright,” he said, taking her hand and returning it to his belly. “I feel safe with you.”

So, so carefully, she placed both of her hands on him and caressed him. He’s ridiculously perfect, how can anyone’s skin be this smooth? Glancing up at him, she noticed his eyes had fluttered shut, his mouth slightly open.

“Astarion?”

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “Your touch is perfect,” he rumbled.

Phaedra stared at him, unsure of what to do next. “I…”

He cupped her cheek oh so tenderly. “What is it?”

She looked away. “I feel a bit guilty.”

“For what?”

“For wanting this. For… wanting you,” she finally mumbled.

Astarion laughed softly. “Come now, be selfish for once.” He leaned closer, his face close enough to kiss. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I… I want to be touched, to be held.”

“I can give you that and more, darling.”

“Are you sure? I… I feel like I'm taking advantage of you.”

Astarion chuckled. “You think after fifty years of freedom that I haven't worked through that trauma in my head?” He pressed his forehead against hers. “You helped free me, both in mind and body. I never paid back the favor.”

“It's not something to pay back. You're my friend, of course I would help you.”

“And you're mine,” he said, giving the corner of her mouth a delicate little peck of a kiss. “So let me help you now.”

Phaedra looked up at him, his earnest gaze, his soft touch. It would be so easy to forget the loneliness, even for one night.

“This still seems unfair to you,” Phaedra said.

“If it'll assuage your guilt, you should know that I have been aching to sleep with you for some time now.”

“You… you have?”

“Of course, darling. Who wouldn't?” He gently caressed her cheek with his finger tips. “You're stunning.”

“Well, I am drow,” she sassed.

“It's not just that,” he said. “It's the whole package. Your voice, your smile, your kindness, your courage, all of it.” He tipped his head, angling closer, his lips a millimeter away from hers. “I want it all.”

Phaedra felt helpless under his intense scarlet stare. It was no wonder thousands fell for him. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned in ever so slightly, brushing her lips against his.

Like tinder catching flames, he devoured her, kissing her fervently, letting out a soft moan deep in his throat. He barely remembered to let her up for air and pulled back, smiling down at her swollen lips and her quick breaths.

“You had no idea, did you?”

“No… idea… of… what..?” she gasped.

“How much pleasure I could give you,” he said as he pulled the sheet off of her body, revealing her dark skin, a bluish-grey hue that was unique to her and her alone. With one hand, he traced a line down her chest, her abdomen, stopping right above her mons. His other hand was leisurely stroking her thigh.

He grinned like a cat before he moved her legs apart and settled himself between them. Kneeling before her, he brushed her slit slowly with a finger before running both hands back up her body to draw circles around her breasts. Leaning over, he pressed his lips against her pulse.

“Hungry again?” Phaedra asked.

“I like to feel your pulse against my lips,” he replied as he caressed her curves, lightly gripping her hip for a moment before running his fingers along her skin, a featherly light touch. When he brushed her clit, she gasped.

He chuckled softly against her neck. “I can feel your heartbeat racing. Is it because I merely brushed against you, my sweet?”

Phaedra bit her lip. “Who’s to say?”

Astarion hummed. “Perhaps you need a bit more… persuasion.” His fingers pressed harder against her little nub, stroking faster. Phaedra turned her head away, biting down on her finger as she resisted giving in so quickly.

“You’re already so wet, darling,” he teased. Pulling his hand away, he smirked at her involuntary whimper. Smiling wickedly, he began to kiss his way down her throat, to her collar bone, to her cute breasts. He palmed one in each hand, plucking at one nipple as he laved the other with his tongue, making sure to switch to the other in due time. Letting her squirm under his attention, he finally let her go as he raised himself up and pulled off his shirt.

Phaedra’s eyes went wide. Sure, she had seen him half dressed quite often in the past, but it was always after a battle, covered in blood and gore. It had never been like this. He looked healthy, strong, and very sensual. She could smell a slight whiff of brandy and something herbal on his skin, a masculine scent that did something to her lower parts, made her want to spread her legs more and beg to be taken.

“Like what you see?” Astarion asked, already knowing the answer.

She swallowed and nodded.

He smiled with all the confidence in the world as he slowly undid the front lacing of his breeches. Phaedra could only stare, transfixed. But before he revealed anything lower than the vee of his hip bones, he shuffled backward from her and slid off the bed. With one hand holding the hem of his pants, he crooked a finger. “Sit on the edge and spread your legs.”

Phaedra dutifully did as he commanded, leaning back on her hands as she spread her legs, almost feeling a little shy.

“Delicious,” he murmured as he knelt down and pressed his tongue against her core. A few swipes from his tongue and she was already moaning softly, gripping the bedsheets and moving her hips. Astarion pressed one hand against her lower belly, forcing her to stay still as he pushed a finger into her channel.

“Ahh!” she cried out.

“Gods, you’re tight,” he said before sucking lightly on her clit. Slipping another finger inside of her, he worked her channel, alternating between light touches and deep strokes, giving her space to breathe between intense bouts of pleasure.

“M-more,” Phaedra whined, spreading her legs wider.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” He withdrew his fingers, placing them on her lips. “Clean me off first.”

Dutifully opening her mouth, she sucked on his fingers, her tongue licking him languidly. She kept her azure eyes on him, a spark of challenge in her gaze.

When he pulled his hand away from her, he stepped back and let his breeches drop to the floor, stepped out of them, and kicked them away.

Phaedra’s mouth went dry. Oh gods, he’s much bigger than I thought he’d be. Hypnotized by his slow stroking of his shaft, she could feel her pussy getting wetting just at the sight.

He smirked, knowing his effect on her. Stepping closer, he gently pressed the tip of his member against her dripping slit.

“Tell me you want this,” he said in a low voice, his scarlet gaze piercing her with its intensity.

She swallowed and nodded. “Yes, yes, please,” she begged.

Bending over her, he leaned in and kissed her, softly at first as he nudged himself forward. The intensity of his kiss grew as he drove himself deeper inside of her, until he was crushing her against the bed, his hips pressed against hers, his kiss like a parched man drinking his fill.

It was hard to breathe with how desperately he consumed her. Phaedra gasped whenever she could, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he kissed her while he was deep inside of her.

Then his hips slowly moved away just as he lifted his head, looking down at her with a satisfied smile. Without a word, or any kind of warning, he slammed back inside of her.

“Oh gods,” she moaned.

“There are no gods here,” he chided as he pulled back out of her until just the tip remained. “You’ll only be crying out my name.”

“Astarion,” she whispered reverently.

“Good girl,” he murmured before he rolled his hips forward and began a steady pace, watching her tremble beneath him. “You like being coddled, don’t you?”

Phaedra looked away.

He gripped her neck and forced her to face him. “Look at me,” he commanded. “Answer me.”

Gasping, she had no choice but to answer. “Y-yes.”

With a soft kiss to her forehead, Astarion picked her up from the bed, his cock still within her, and moved her up and down on him.

Phaedra clung to him, once again surprised by his strength. “Astarion!”

“Yes, my dear?”

“This… this feels so good…”

He chuckled. “You feel good, darling.” Climbing back onto the bed, he lay her down and pulled out of her. Gently flipping her onto her belly, he slid his slick cock along the curve of her ass.

“Lift your hips slightly, there you go,” he gently directed, sliding himself back inside of her wet, tight heat with a low moan. Running his hands up her back and along her shoulders, he hummed appreciatively.

“You are a work of art,” he murmured as his hands lightly skimmed down her back until he reached her ass, giving her cheeks a squeeze before holding her hips steady. He began to move slowly at first, savoring the sensation of sliding in and out of her. But when Phaedra turned her head and exposed her neck to him so submissively, part of his mind snapped.

“Mine,” he rumbled, his predatory instincts kicking in as he leaned over and bit down on her, growling like a beast as his hips moved faster.

Phaedra could feel a small trail of blood from where he was biting her, but he wasn’t feeding. The bite was more dominating, more… claiming. Feeling so helpless under him as he fucked her harder, she almost felt free by giving into her primal lust. She had no words, only whimpers and moans as he took her, his hands grasping at her breasts, her shoulders, her hips, wherever he could hold onto as he relentlessly drove deeper and deeper.

For perhaps the first time, Astarion was fully in the present, savoring each moment as he claimed her as his, and his alone. He didn’t want to think about anything else other than her body beneath his, the taste of her blood on his tongue, her willing surrender while he fucked her senseless. Releasing his hold on her neck, he licked the blood away, not wanting to waste it as he kept thrusting, unable to even pause for a moment.

Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he lifted her up until they were both on their knees. He reached down with his other hand to stroke her clit, finding it with ease.

Phaedra trembled in his arms, her head lolling back to rest on his shoulder. Her cries were almost melodic, in time to his strong thrusts. She could feel that welcome coil of pleasure winding up tighter and tighter. Astarion dipped his head down to nibble on her shoulder.

“Come for me, my sweet,” he said softly into her ear. “Let me feel your greatest pleasure.”

Phaedra's body spasmed at his deepened voice. Shaking with anticipation, she reached up and clung to him, begging him to stroke her faster, take her harder, drive her to the brink.

Her ecstasy exploded like fireworks behind her eyes as he sped up his pace, a passionate paroxysm of pleasure that poured through her body like hot oil onto spices.

“Astarion, Astarion!” she cried out.

“That’s right,” he crooned. “You’re the only one who can call my name like that.”

He slowly brought her back down to the bed, laying her on her back and spreading her legs. Covering her with his body, he entered her once more, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His hips moved, building up a rapid rhythm until he felt the thread of desire pulling him closer and closer to the edge.

“Tell me you want me,” he murmured.

“I want you, just you, Astarion,” Phaedra confessed breathlessly.

Hearing her declaration, even if it might have been just in the heat of the moment, was enough for him. To hear those honeyed words from her brought him over the edge, and he crushed her hips with his, sinking as deep as he could. He came in a rush of passion, his eyes fluttering, his moans deep and drawn out, with an expression of ecstasy on his face.

Phaedra watched him in awe, the perfect vision of euphoria as he smiled with utter happiness. Then he opened his eyes and stared at her for a moment before reaching up to touch her cheek. He gently stroked her face as if she was the most precious thing in the world to him.

“Phaedra, darling,” he purred as he pressed his nose against her ear. “Tell me how you feel.”

“I feel so much better,” she said breathlessly. “You?”

“Like this is heaven and I never want to leave,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her and letting his weight rest on top of her. “I could stay like this for days.”

She chuckled. “Glad you’re enjoying this too.”

He nuzzled her neck and sighed. “I am.” After a few minutes, he rolled over onto his side, his hand resting covetously along her hip. “I wouldn’t mind doing this again, if you want.”

Turning to face him, Phaedra noted the almost pleading look in his eyes, though the rest of his face was neutral. You can’t hide your emotions from me, I know your gaze all too well. She covered his hand with hers. “I wouldn’t mind either, if you’re up for it.”

His face lit up, though he quickly hid his glee away behind a schooled smile. “Darling, I’m up for anything if it’s with you.”

“Then how about a cuddle?”

He frowned. “I’m not much of a cuddler, but I’ll try.”

Resting in his arms, curled around each other, Phaedra noted how easily he held her, just as she was about to fall into a trance.

Liar. You cuddle like a champ.

***

Coming out of her reverie before dawn, Phaedra slowly extricated herself from Astarion’s embrace and got up to relieve herself. Returning to the bed, she was about to get back under the covers when she saw a familiar corner of parchment sticking out of the lower drawer of the night stand.

Phaedra recognized it as Gale’s letter, as if it had been hastily stuffed into the drawer. Curiosity getting the better of her, she quietly and carefully pulled the letter out, and knelt on the ground to read it.

My bloodthirsty colleague,

We butted heads quite a bit back in the day, however, you were a true friend in the worst of times, and I’ll never forget that. And you were a friend to Phaedra as well, and she always spoke of you so fondly.

I know you loved her as much as I do; it was clear in the way you watched over her. If you love her still, please, PLEASE take care of her, now that I’m gone. You know she’ll run headfirst into danger, just as she always has. I just want her to be happy and cared for. But I can’t be by her side for the rest of her long life. You can.

I don’t expect you to do this for my sake, of course. Do it for her.

Forever a thorn in your side,

Gale Dekarios

Phaedra didn’t realize she was crying until a tear dropped onto the page. Quickly putting it down, she turned to crawl back into bed, only to be met by a pair of crimson eyes, staring at her. Astarion was laying on his stomach, his arms crossed under his chin as he looked over the side of the bed.

“So now you know,” he said quietly.

“You… you’ve loved me all this time?”

He reached out and wiped a tear from her cheek. “All this time, my dear.”

Phaedra reached up and held his hand. “Thank you.” She looked down at Gale’s letter. “I think… in a weird way, he led me back to you.”

Astarion got up from the bed and joined her on the floor. “And as much as I hate to be thankful to him, I am glad that he did.”

For a moment, she was quiet, contemplating his hand in hers. “In time… I think I can love you too.” She looked at him earnestly. “It may take a while. Will you wait for me?”

He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles tenderly. “I would wait another fifty years, if it meant I could have your love.”

Phaedra grinned. “You know, the old you would have never said such a saccharine line.”

“To be honest, I felt a little sick saying it, even though it was true.”

They shared a laugh, and when Astarion leaned in to press his forehead against hers, she felt like her broken heart was finally beginning to heal.

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End Notes: So in my dumbass headcanon, during those 45 years where Astarion is going to Sharess’ Caress for comfort, there are a few times when Sorn just joins them to trance, because he doesn’t have a customer that night, and the three of them just have a little reverie puppy dog pile. Ugh, such a silly idea, but it makes me happy, so who cares! Tell me what you think of my cravenly self-indulgent OC fic, if it’s trash, or if you enjoyed it, let me know in the comments!

#bg3 #astarion x tav #writing #fanfic #another chance #lemon fanfic #smut

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