Requests are OPEN ! Please feel free to drop some in my asks, as long as it's not nsfw (suggestive may be case by case). However do know answering and writing request is a big ol' random surprise time-wise
I mostly write gender neutral readers.
Fandoms and characters (requests open for) :
BG3 - main 10, zevlor, flexible to more NPCs
Dragon Age - Varric
Honkai: Star Rail - Sampo, Mydei, Anaxagoras, Cypher, Boothill, Argenti, Robin
Undertale and Multiverse - Underfell Sans, Underfell Papyrus
tags : suggestive, hot to sweet, fluff, Mydei's POV, hunger metaphor, hint of humor, Mydei is a go-get-it, Reader is a nervous wreck, Reader has nervousness about touching, no beta we die like Akivili
author's note : this was initially written in the spur of the moment and anonymously sent to @notesfromthemirror because i was too nervous to post it- feeling more confident now so it gets its own post publically by me :) i wrote it while being very very inspired by Lily's writing of Mydei ! (specifically the "First Kiss" writing for him). please check out her blog and give some love and time to her art !
Theorized feeling of your lips on his, each of your breathings mingling, of sweaty skin under his calloused hands and damp strands of hair tangling in his fingers-
A roar of a fire dropping from his chest to his stomach, as he can't hold back from the desperate longing to devour you whole already.
His fingers are greedy when he catches you. They're digging, kneading shamelessly, grabbing like they mean to tear your flesh from your bones, like they mean to simply be the tools to dulge into the meal that you are, forks and knives be damned.
And as delightful as your body is in his hold, 'tis the feeling of your sweaty palm, slightly roughened from using your weapon during training, that stops him. It's the only thing separating your mouths- the back of it pressed to your lips, his face entirely shoved into your hand.
The taste of your sweat is a tease he finds he should hate.
Mydei does not let go. Does not ease his grip on you- not yet. Greedy, too greedy, just for now- but he closes his eyes for just a second as he takes a breath, forcing his reeling instincts to settle.
Intense, his gaze is nonetheless, when he opens his eyes once more. Slowly, he brings himself to lean back his head from yours- your palm stays pressed to the lower half of his face, moist and much too awkwardly smooshing his nose, lips and cheeks; it just follows his movement, not pushing him back, he can tell.
You look like you're having the most horrifying time. Not scared, no, he can tell too. But a horrifying, incredibly awkward time.
The sudden feeling of your free hand on his bicep, clutching with panicking strength, tugging his arm towards you, at least reassures him he's not unwanted.
Your expression is worrying, however. Mydei isn't sure he can describe how it looks. 'Sucking on a lemon' is not strong enough.
He finally eases his hold on you to something more carefully intentional, sheathing back claws, palms kneading your flesh in what wanted to be reassuring.
Before he could mutter his apology into your skin, lips parting to speak, you moved abruptly. Shoved your hand harder against his face as you clumsily, equally shoved your face to the back of your hand.
The idea of a kiss.
A very nervous one, very panicky, awkward, and he knows you will wail over how embarassing it will definitely feel later.
Mydei tilts his head gently with a hum that sounded deeper than he meant it to be, sighing with a contentment he hardly expected from this whole situation. Nuzzles back into your palm, very lightly.
The squack that leaves your mouth is undignified, and he simply watches as you jolt your hand back from him with jaded movements, squirming out of his hold like a wiggly little chimera.
Mydei thinks you would probably just impulsively jump through a glass window if you were inside, before scurrying away like a rat that stole a slice of pizza.
He watches you sputter and gurgles some whined jumbled sounds that were meant to be words- he patiently lets you get your fluster out, waiting until you finally became a silent wet mop breathing too hard, staring at him with saucer sized owl eyes.
Slowly, he kneels in front of you, fingertips brushing at your waist.
"I apologize." His voice was rough, and he did not like how affected he sounded.
He waits a couple of seconds.
"...I am... built to be- I am not a gentle man." Mydei takes a breath. "You need softer than I know how to give-"
"I like you !" You shout way too loudly at him, immediately seeming to die on the spot, slapping both of your hands over your face with a smacking sound. You wheeze out words from behind them. "Fuck. I meant I like you as you are."
Mydei's heart does a little flip behind his ribs. His head feels light-headed.
"...I will learn," he says definitively, leaving no room for arguments.
He slowly raises back up, palms finally holding onto your hips, satisfaction settling in his chest.
"Look at me." You shake your head 'no' and he leans in enough for his breath to hit your skin. "Should I kiss your hands ?"
He files away how quickly you shove your hands down. He'd already noticed how sensitive you seemed to be about touches to them, but seeing it in this light brought forth ideas for later.
"Good. Now breath." He commands as he brushes his forehead to yours.
Mydei needs to learn how to yield softness as fork and knife to savor you, he thinks.
He's surprised when he feels your lips brush a peck to his, but not when you hide away against him after the fact.
A crumb of what he yearns for, the taste he's thought about for too long. He still feels satiated, because anything given freely is a meal he will cherish.
GN!Reader x Varric (can be read as either platonic or romantic)
tags : isekaied reader, photography, fluff
"Click," you murmured under your breath.
Varric turned to you, eyebrow raised in silent question at the gesture you made. Your fingers were forming a frame to the mess of the desk, the once clean and tidy space now a chaos of your own doing.
"Click ?" He asked, tilting his head to try and catch more of what you were doing. "Not the noise a painting makes, generally."
A snort escaped you as you looked at him with an unimpressed gaze.
"And what noise does a painting make ?"
"Aaagh."
"Ah yes, the agony of the artist." You shared a laugh, nudging him lightly with your elbow. "Nah. Not the noise a painting makes, 'cause it's not a painting."
Varric blinked and gave you a hum, low and thoughtful, patient.
"In my world... There's technogy that's been developped to take a picture of things. As they are. In the real world. They make a picture of it."
"That... sounds pretty amazing," he mused, giving you a grin, eyes wondering. "Bet that leads to some real stupid shit."
"Lots. But also..." You framed his face, pretty and smiling as he was. "Gives opportunity for even more art."
Varric opened his mouth but no sound left- he cleared his throat. And gave you a toothy smile that concealed all too much emotions you could guess you brought up.
"...Been missing it ?"
You nodded, lowering your hands back to the desk, picking up the pencil and trying to get it to cooperate with you as you pressed it back on the paper.
"Writing and drawing are amazing too, but... There's something about photography- that's, the term- there's something...." You muttered, before sighing and putting the pencil down again. "Yeah, I miss it. Wish I had a camera to mess around with and show you."
Varric hummed a 'yeah' in answer, and it was silent for a moment.
"You <i>can</i> show me," he suddenly said, and shifted on his seat to grab your hands, tugging them up. His own hands moved to your fingers, carefully shaping them back into the frames you did earlier. "Like that. Just gotta... 'click' it for me, yeah ?"
It was your turn to blink in surprise. The corners of your lips curled up, and then you were grinning back at him.
"Yeah," you chuckled, "okay. Deal. But I'm warning you, I shoot a lot of pictures, often."
"I wouldn't expect any less." Varric let go of your hands, eyes crinkling a little with the pleased smile on his face. Before his hands went too far, he framed your face with his fingers.
"Click," Varric said.
Your heart did a summersault, and you melted a little. Of course he'd turn you into his first 'picture'. Goober that he was. Shaking your head, you moved to sit glued to his side, squishing your cheek to his. His fingers were still a frame, so you moved his hands to be level with both of your heads.
"Now it's better."
He huffed a laugh, letting you fuse into him without a complaint. Although... Now he wished you had what you'd called a camera, too. But at least he had his words, and that painted a pretty picture of the two of you right now. That was enough.
Hi hi! May I please request some Gale x fighter reader? Perhaps reader is strong in battle but awkward socially.
His yearning and nerdly behavior has captured my heart 🥹🙏 That is all thank you
thank you for the request ! i only recently really realized how good this class was with Lae'zel and i agree with Gale. it's hot
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"He's not going to eat you, you know," Karlach laughs as she passes by, the "or he might" added after making you fluster a little.
You'd been trying to talk yourself up into going to talk to Gale for a while, dancing between trying a friendly approach and trying to be more confident- like the way you were when fighting. You <i>knew</i> Gale liked it. He'd said as much, in different words, and it'd gone straight to your chest. He liked <i>you</i>.
And yet, here you were, ungracefully stumbling your way to him, persuaded you'd somehow blow up if you said one word the wrong way.
Gale smiled at you, already looking overly excited and delighted at seeing you approach him.
"Oh, hello, there !" Gale seemed to stumble himself, even though he was standing.
"Ah- Hi-" Good start. "Hey Gale."
"I trust you're having a good day- mine exponently improved !"
Aw. Okay. That was adorable.
"...Oh." A pause. "Well- That's- Yes, yes, I'm... I'm having a good day."
You thought back to how you were on the terrain. Standing tall, standing with confidence. Maybe you could emulate it a little... Especially if it got you more of that yearning of his.
You rolled your shoulders, your back straightening as if ready to parry a strike- but not quite, just enough, only enough to appear a bit stronger, make your muscles pop a little.
The effect was immediate, the darting eyes of Gale going from your face to your arms again and again for a few seconds.
"...That's... That's good to hear !" Gale exclaimed, voice a bit too loud. "Say, would you...like to sit with me a while ? I started a really... <i>breath-taking</i> book."
You faltered a little, taken aback by the strength of his stare as he held your gaze now. Oh. Well.
You nodded, back to struggling with putting a word in front of the other, only then noticing the way he seemed to simply melt at the sight of it.
If you were thankful for anything, it was how open with his attraction to you he was. Every word seemed accompanied with an expression of utter delight or absolute want. Not only when you fought, you now realized, and if that didn't bring your heart racing...
You wondered how much more of his attention he'd show to you, as you sat besides him with a smile.
hi!! i love ur writing! would u be interested in writing an angst piece w the companions? reader has near death experience and how they would react? no worries if not!! have a good day :3
hi ! yes i can try my hand at angst like this :) i haven't done a lot of angst so i'm letting you know i'll be taking some time with it ♡
Part 2 of my headcanon post you can find here ! Requests are open :)
GN!Reader, this time with :
Zevlor, Gortash, Omeluum, Blurg, Barcus
Zevlor
Favorite place to kiss
-On the temple; it's easy to do, something he doesn't even think about or has to think about. It's simple, so he can do it in public, even if he's fairly okay with pda to a polite extent. It's also sweet and a big show of care. Zevlor wants to be seen as such, wants there to be no doubt he adores you. Bonus point if you're taller, it brings a very specific kind of flutter to his heart to have to lean up to kiss your temple.
Favorite place to be kissed
-On the cheekbone/bridge of his nose; the first one in public, it's chaste enough he won't get uncomfortable while still being rather close. His cheekbone happens to be a place where his skin has ridges, the 'hellish' feature something he often feels insecure about. Having that place kissed makes him feel a whole lot better. In private, receiving a kiss on his nose is a whole different reaction. He gets giddy, like suddenly he's younger again, getting dotted on. It's a cute gesture.
Gortash
Favorite to kiss
-On the jaw; it's the perfect spot to tease and be a little mean. He doesn't care about public versus private, he'll absolutely tease and be mean about it at times. It's his favorite place to pepper a kiss or two, maybe nip here and there. It's so close to your pulse, and it's midway to your lips if he feels like getting a kiss.
Fav to be kissed
-Secretly ? On the knuckles and back of his hand. It might take a long time to get it, if you even do, considering he hides it well, but he holds the touch of affection close to his heart. His hands are what he uses to make his creations, it's what holds his power... it's what holds you. A kiss there makes it special- especially so when it happens when he removes his gauntlet, a rare thing nowadays.
Omeluum
Favorire place to kiss
-Well... It can't kiss but will press its forehead to your knuckles in form of one. It's done in a chaste and gentlemany manner. It's not very big on pda, it's a little private on the edges, so it keeps it to that most of the time. Still, it's a sweet gesture and a sweet effort on its part, considering the lack of lips, still wanting to offer affection you're familiar with. Plus it likes the way it makes you smile, it's a nice bonus.
Favorite place to be kissed
-On the back of its hand; again, not a big fan of pda, but its willing to receive similar affection. It quite likes it, but it's quickly flustered, so be careful. Or not, if you're in private. It likes the feeling of your lips on its hand, at least, and while it's more of a hand holding kind of person, it definitely appreciates your affection nonetheless.
Blurg
Favorite place to kiss
-On the lips; he's big into big smooches ! Blurg loves holding your face between his hands while he smothers you in a barrage of kisses. He also loves doing it especially after a breakthrough in his research, as a way to celebrate. Goes from his notes or experiments to find you and plant a firm kiss on your lips, looking all so happy.
Favorite place to be kissed
-On the tip of his ears; it feels ticklish to him, he thinks it's very silly. Pointed ears tend to be sensitive, although it's dependant on the individual, but he's definitely in the sensitive category. The spot is more ticklish than sensitive for him, so it doesn't really fluster him however. It does bring a big toothy smile to his face, and even sometimes a snorting laugh if you manage to kiss him just right.
Barcus
Favorite place to kiss
-On the shoulder; it's not always easily accessed but it feels sweet and he's trying to be suave, sue him ! Might give you a little kick to the shin to get you to lean down, if you're taller. Not enough to hurt, just enough to get your attention as he clears his throat all flustered-like, before bringing you closer to kiss your shoulder - be it on available skin or above clothing. It's rare, but sometimes he does manage to be suave about it, and it's always a treat.
Favorite place to be kissed
-On the forehead; he feels embarassed about it, really, he does, but the heart wants what the heart wants, unfortunately for his ego. It's cute, it's sweet, and if he's smaller than you, the effect is doubled. Also, bald as he is, there's a lot of surface to kiss. Bonus point as well, if you wear lipstick and leave a, or a few, marks.
Zevlor art made for @duckie19, thank you so much for trusting me with your ideas! As a zev thrutter im in absolute bliss to be able to work on this commission, thanks for your support!! :)
-On the neck or the inside of the wrist; he feels your heartbeat under his lips, and it always fills him with life. Your life. It's a nice feeling for once. But it's especially nice to linger there and feel how your mood shifts with a direct contact there, rather than just watching your expressions. The bites are nice, of course, but actually feeling the direct effect of his existence to your emotions almost gets his own heart beating.
Favorite place to be kissed
-On the cheek; It's simple and chaste and it makes him giddy, since he knows there's no expectations for more. It often leads him to want a proper smooch, but he also appreciates greatly the feeling of your lips on his skin as simple as it is.
Gale
Favorite place to kiss
-On the lips; he missed the physical contact in his previous relationship too much. Now it's hard to go without it, and the most direct touch when it comes to kissing is, well, a direct kiss on the lips. To feel you answer and give as much as he gives is a relief he needs, often, as if needing to be reminded you're really there and you really do like, love, him. Maybe let him kiss you again for good measure, just to be sure.
Favorite place to be kissed
-On the side of the neck; it's just really nice and melting brain kind of touch ! He gets all flustered and putty from it, it's incredibly cute. Again, missed the physical touching with Mystra, so something like that is a sure way to get his attention, and his affection. He'll melt against you into a puddle ready to be pampered for a bit if you do it several times, so do be careful how you wield this weapon of knowledge.
Halsin
Favorite place to kiss
-On the forehead; it's sweet and sickenly gentle, and that's what he wants it to be. That's how he wants his touch to you to feel, most of the time, and be remembered. And the forehead is the perfect place to kiss for this intention. Also a good way to check your temperature on a daily basis for some safekeeping.
Favorite place to be kissed
-On the forehead or the cheek; he's a simple man and he craves the gentleness he gives out just as much, honestly. He's used to dishing it out, but he likes receiving it plenty. Bonus points for a kiss on the temple as well, but the forehead stays the fanfavorite.
Jaheira
Favorite place to kiss
-On the back of hand; quickly done or done in an easily sweet manner, Jaheira finds it a good middle-ground gesture. She's often busy, or often in a situation where it's necessary to be more discreet, so the back of your hand is a good place to press a peck to that holds meaning while keeping it relatively publicly chaste. Although she likes to press longer, lingering kisses to it in private too.
Favorite place to be kissed
-On the corner of her jaw; innocent but almost not, it amuses her greatly. Where she tries to be a little more private in public, she lets you get away with a bit more leeway than she gives herself. It's also height related- if you're taller, seeing you bend down to kiss there gets to her. Seeing you reach up to her if you're smaller is incredibly amusing, as mentioned. And if you're the same height, well, it's still very sweet.
Lae'zel
Favorite place to kiss
-On the collarbones; more so in private, but there's something to that specific touch that enamores her. Feeling your skin give under the firm touch of her lips, following the lines she anatomically knows, from collarbone to shoulder bone or down to your sternum ? Woo ! She's obsessed.
Favorite place to be kissed
-On the lips; she's simple with it, and she's still learning to appreciate the gesture for what it is, more than what it can lead to. She struggles for a long time with her longing for a tender touch, and the confusion it brings- but it feels nice, and who is she to deny herself pleasure ?
Karlach
Favorite place to kiss
-On the lips and face; loves the feeling of a kiss, loves the feeling of smothering kisses, so doing both is the best of both worlds, right ? Right. She'll start by a simple peck, before quickly dealing a hang of smooch-tornado punctuated with silly little 'mwah's, utterly endearing. It's a tad hard not to let it turn into a searing kiss, if it's not what you want, but if it is, well. Happy you, really.
Favorite place to be kissed
-Above her heart if possible but otherwise on any pulse point like neck wrist; the meaning of kissing her heart... it's not lost on anyone, truly, and it's heavy and emotional. But it's hot, literally, and she certainly doesn't want to see you burn off your lips for something like giving her a kiss. So instead, there are plenty of places you can opt for, anywhere you can feel her heart -machine- beat under her skin. She's alive, damnit, and she needs you to know it.
Minsc
Favorite place to kiss
-On the cheek; it's like a target zone for him, as if there was a big ol' sign pointing to your cheek saying 'kiss me !'. You'll very often get a kiss in passing, in greeting, mid-sentence, just because, and with no real thought or intention other than him simply thinking 'hey I like you'. Boo also gets to join in sometimes by booping his nose to your cheek.
Favorite place to be kissed
-On the templeor the forehead > there's a LITERAL target on his forehead, look ! It's a big curcle that does scream 'kiss here'. He's a simple guy with direct directives, coming with built-in visual instructions. Silly thought aside, he adores bending down his head- or his body, if you're smaller- to receive a peck on his temple. Maybe it'll spark something behind those pretty eyes.
Minthara
Favorite place to kiss
-On the lips; okay, you've seen the scene of her poison kiss ? She has to be doing it with various things. Maybe she kisses you with a protective potion on a day, a poison another, building your tolerance and protecting you when she has a feeling it's needed. The feeling of your lips on hers is a sweet bonus she takes full advantage of, claiming. In private, she still does the kiss of death/life thing, but it's not as dire a need- unlike her need to be close to you, sweet, and loving. Just for your eyes.
Favorite place to be kissed
-On the neck; it's vulnerable in a way that shows some dominance to others still, when you do it. Like, yes, look at her getting a kiss from her beloved. Be jealous. Be envious. It's a strong feeling of possession that bubbles in her when you do it, no matter your dynamic, and well, she's a tad in love with the feeling. But in private ? It's a lot more of a sensitive touch. She shows herself a lot more open and relaxed. A bit like a flower blooming at night rather than day.
Shadowheart
Favorite place to kiss
-On where shoulder meets neck; intimate and brazen of a touch. It's teasing, it's short but leaving you wanting more, and she adores the potential little shiver it can bring if you're ticklish. She does get a bit disappointed if you're not, for the simple fact she likes getting a reaction- but she'll turn it into a game of trying to get you to be all flustered in front of others. She's got no shame, and plenty of self-control, so good luck to you if you're the more stoic type. Or even if you react easily- that also makes her tease more. She's got an easy trigger for teasing.
Favorite place to be kissed
-On the hand; she likes to be appreciated in a gentle manner that can also feel heavy. Hand kisses hold much intents with many different ways to do it, and god's favorite princess likes to be pampered. Kissing her knuckles, her digits, into her palm, the back of her hand, in the air a breath away from her hand like actual nobility... It's all very, very attractive to her, and she gets very, very pleased with the attention.
Wyll
Favorite place to kiss
-On the knuckles; habits are hard to break. It's a similar fashion as to why Shadowheart likes it, but in the other way of he likes to treat you like a treasure, pamper you. Treat you like nobility, if you aren't, and if you're comfortable with it. He doesn't miss being a noble, but he understands the attraction to the idea of it, the attraction to the importance it brings. He's more than happy to remind you you're the most important person to him, a treasure to follow and walk along with.
Favorite place to be kissed
-On the base of his horns; makes him feel appreciated. There's hardly a need to explain he has insecurities, especially at first, from the horns, making him resemble what he swore to hunt. But reminding him appearance doesn't a devil make in such a sweet manor is a sure way to calm his anxieties, and it helps develop an appreciation for his newfound appearance through your eyes.
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I was inspired to write my own headcanons by this post by @/moonselune , whose writing I heavily recommend reading !
The night had fallen a while ago already, and yet, sleep evaded you.
As did comfort, and safety, to be entirely honest.
So you did what you often often did, left your tent- to go to Astarion's, to curl up in front of it using one of the seat cushion as a pillow. You rarely ever had gotten a reaction from him, not since the first few times. No, now he simply let you, only reacting to your presence if he needed something. Or if he felt particularly kind to share his presence on that moment.
You guessed now was one of those instances, as you heard the rustle of tissue behind you.
"...Come in, darling."
That...was new, but...
Not one to miss your chance, you moved, and joined him in the tight space of his tent.
You settled at his side, making sure to take the one to inside so he could easily leave the tent if he so chose. If he noticed, he said nothing, simply nudging at you to move so he could lay as he wanted next to you.
"There. You steal my space, you may as well be useful and keep me warm." Astarion declared.
You laid on your side, facing him, and made yourself as small you could. It all smelled of him, here, bringing a heavy cloud of comfort you'd been missing sorely.
Facing you as well, Astarion gave an unecessary little breath. He seemed to observe you, take in the lines of your expression; his fingers moved to brush under the pockets of exhaustion your eyes sported.
"Just need sleep," you mumbled.
"Then hush. You won't get any by talking."
You smiled and scoffed, but said nothing. He wasn't wrong, exactly, as silly of an answer it was. So you closed your eyes, taking in the familiar chill from him that was slowly adjusting to your body heat, the scent of him, and the feeling of getting to sleep somewhere you actually liked.
"Ah- before you drift off-" You opened your eyes as he spoke. "Here."
Astarion tugged a blanket up both of your and his shoulders, cocooning you two slightly. You gave a grateful hum, smiled at him, and shifted just enough to be able to bump your forehead to his shoulder in thanks, before getting back to your spot at his side.
His reaction, you missed, too busy letting yourself relax and indeed drift off, more than happy with the situation.
None of this felt right. Not the way Lae'zel had greeted you with a respectful nod. Not the way Minthara had smiled at one of your puns. Not the way Gale had stopped ranting when you showed sign of a headache, or the way he'd immediately gotten you to Shadowheart who didn't even bat an eye to the urgent request of soothing such a minor ailment.
Nothing felt right.
Did everyone get replaced ? All doppelgangers, somehow hellbent on making you fall to their little tricks, make you fall a little more in love with everyone here ?
It didn't feel right, when Astarion randomly showed up in front of you where you sat on your bed, only to make his way to you on the mattress so he could settle against your chest. Didn't feel right when he laid his back to you, used you as support, while he quietly... <i>happily</i> hummed as he started sewing, patching up a hole on one of the many torn clothes he decided to fix for everyone.
It didn't feel right when he kissed your cheek, all too sweet and chaste and normal.
"Lost in thought, darling ?" he asked in a way that appeared careless, when it was all but.
You gave a small hum in answer, finally moving to wrap your arms around his chest and burying your face in his hair, albeit your touch lighter than it ever was. He smelled of chamomile for some reason; maybe he'd been spending time with Halsin while the man made tea. The hint of honey you caught confirmed the hypothesis, bringing a smile to your lips.
Right. You were part of the group. So...people liked you. Respected you. Big woop. You didn't have to spend your time stressing over it.
"Darling ?"
You jolted a little, taking your attention back to your partner.
"I asked if you had any clothes you needed patched up."
That... wasn't likely what he'd asked, but your lack of response or attention in him had probably made him hesitate. Darn it. You hoped he would ask you again whatever it was later.
"Oh... No. You got it covered last time," you answered, burying your face back into his hair.
"Very well."
His hands were precise as he worked on a shirt, fingers dutiful, as you settled to watch him work in silence. Your breath on his skin made him shiver without your noticing, your nose brushing his ear making him shift, your fingers occasionally tapping his chest making him click his tongue...
A sigh against his cheek broke his concentration, prompting him to sigh loudly and throw his work to the side.
"Alright, you're too fidgety, you're going in time out," Astarion half-whined, half-declared, planting a peck to your lips before quickly tugging you out of bed.
Well. Alright then. Fair enough. You hadn't really paid attention to the way you'd been, time-out seemed a bit unwarranted- perhaps he had a short fuse today. Fair enough, again.
You followed him through the room, exchanging a wave to Wyll who seemed to genuinely brighten up as he saw you- along with Minsc, whose face could have had little cartoonish stars around with how happy he looked.
Weirdos.
Astarion made you sit at the table near the fireplace, hands gentle on your shoulders. Another kiss to your temple, and it wasn't even a minute before you found yourself staring at a glass of fresh water and a plate of still warm biscuits. Ah, perhaps Halsin had made them along the tea.
Weirdos. The whole lot of them.
You picked up one of the delicacies and took a bite, chewing silently while you gave a glance to Astarion, who lounged in the chair next to you.
"...You like me, right ?" You asked him, seemingly randomly.
He scoffed, frowned, clicked his tongue and huffed as he looked at his nails, before glaring at you with an unimpressed look.
"Darling. I love you."
"But do you like me ?"
"Is that what's bothering you ?" He paused and sighed, easing his posture. "Yes. I like you. There, better ?"
You shrugged. Yes, better, but you weren't about to be that honest. He sniffed and turned back to his nails, his other hand reaching for your thigh so it could rest there.
"You're a little weirdo, darling, but you're our little weirdo. Everyone likes you. Sometimes too much for my liking."
Oh.
"Oh."
"Yes, 'oh'. Now hush, and eat your biscuits. You're in no shape for words today, clearly."
Yeah, fair enough. You went back to your food, feeling a little better.
It all felt terrible, Zevlor thought, head in his hands, elbows propped on his knees as he sat on the ground, in the inside of Halsin's tent.
You were asleep in a corner of it, or he thought you were at least, and that was fine by him. The bigger man and owner of the tent had gone earlier, giving him some space while he went and made him food and tea.
Too sweet, Zevlor thought of the bear of a man Halsin was.
The sound of movement caught his attention. Perhaps you weren't as asleep as he thought. Or perhaps he woke you up, despite the lack of sounds he was making. The thought he might have pulled you from rest made his heart clench.
You'd been doing this since before he joined your little ragtag group of adventurers- of heroes. Sleeping in a corner of the inside of Halsin's tent, keeping to yourself, and leaving Halsin, and now him and Zevlor, to their devices, as if you weren't there. You'd respond if called, if you were awake, but you didn't seek out to interact when you did this. Zevlor thought it touching when you made an effort to include yourself during important moments, despite clearly this little habit being a way to be there and stay in a little bubble for yourself.
So yes, the thought of breaking your moment of peace made his heart clench, and he hated himself a bit more then.
He closed his eyes as he heard you move more, tail flicking as guilt pooled in his stomach.
Zevlor felt your touch- opened his eyes, head still in his hands, to see you had propped your own head in-between the little pocket of space created from his position, face near his.
"Hey," you softly called, your voice a rarity that caught him by surprise.
He paused in his spiraling, blinking, the unshed tears in his eyes visible to you. You gave him an awkard smile, hesitated.
"...Want me to go ?"
You waited a few seconds, and getting no answer, you muttered a little 'okay', as kind as you could, and started moving away.
The feeling of Zevlor's tail quickly wrapping around your closest arm stopped you. So you stayed, still, relaxing as much as you could against him.
"You should let yourself cry," you said, then huffed, soft and light.
He couldn't understand you, then. Wasn't he clearly being a nuisance to you ? Wasn't he clearly too much ? Wasn't he-
Zevlor blinked at the feeling of your fingertips on his jaw, trailing back and forth gently. He sighed, closed his eyes. Fought himself for a moment, before giving in, leaninf his head into the touch.
He heard you murmur an 'aw' and felt a bit of embarrassment, but not enough to stop him from slowly lowering his face to yours, forehead resting on your forehead. Your hand shifted to hold onto one of his horns, keeping him there, like he belonged, maybe.
Zevlor breathed a sigh against your face. His nose brushed yours in a gentle caress, before his lips trailed equally brushed pecks along your cheek, down, where he could hide away into your neck as he pulled you higher with the hold of his tail thzt had shifted to your waist. You only moved because you let him, chose to, and it brought some more warmth to his chest.
The man breathed you in, and a familiar chuckle further warmed him.
Halsin let the tent's flaps close behind him, making his way to Zevlor's other side. Bringing to him the smell of familiar sweet honey, bread and tea. Ah. Too nice.
But...
No. Too nice. Too- Nice. It was <i>nice</i>. It was just nice. And sweet, and becoming familiar, and so loving.
As was the way your fingers had made their way to his hair, played with a few strands of it a way he could only hope would become familiar.
"I see someone's finally made themself comfortable," Halsin chuckled again, pointed at you.
You said nothing, of course, but he felt the little amused huff you gave against his skin. He nearly shuddered at how warm your breath was, at how warm <i>you</i> were, you felt, in general.
It felt nice. It felt <i>nice</i>.
As did Halsin's hand joining your touch, rubbing along the length of Zevlor's spine. Broad hand, warm, hot, strong and reassuring. Familiar.
"My heart," Halsin started, and in that moment, despite having yet to call you that, Zevlor wasn't sure if he was talking to him or you.
"I will be alright," Zevlor stopped him, just in case. "I am alright."
Halsin sighed, but dropped it. Instead, he nudged him, and Zevlor ler him, so the bigger man could spoil him. He wasn't about to pretend he didn't want it. Not now.
You kept your head laid in his lap, but you'd kept your eyes closed, giving him some sort of emotional break. Perhaps he needed it. He wasn't sure he could handle seeing your eyes at this moment. Zevlor brought the mug of tea to his lips, and felt a little relief. The taste and feeling of warmth filled him further as one of his hands moved to settle on your head, caressing back your hair.
Yeah. A bit too sweet. The tea was a bit too sweet. Zevlor smiled to himself, risking a glance to Halsin, who only smiled knowingly at him.
A smile. That was all it took from the bear of a man for Zevlor to let go further, let Halsin reassure him, let you comfort him, to try and let go of the guilt.
"...Dear," Zevlor started, and then he was the one unsure if he was calling out to you or Halsin this time. "I'm alright."
Halsin smiled, still as knowingly, and leaned in to kiss his temple, lingering.
"I believe you, my heart. I am glad for it." His reassurance felt good, and seemed to prompt you to move.
He expected you to go back to your little bubble, but instead you sat next to him, leaned into his side, chin propped on his shoulder, like it was all too familiar already to you. Maybe it already was.
"..." You hesitated. Then you mumbled. "You sure ?"
Zevlor smiled, touched. He turned his head enough to press a kiss to your forehead, took a breath and let it out, and with it all the pressure that had built.
Gale blinked, slowly, turning his head to look at you. He didn't answer, not yet, considering his thoughts, a little crease between his brows.
"I do think they do, yes." He murmured, leaning closer to you. You kept your eyes to the nightsky, your mind so far away from him; nearly unreachable, he feared.
"They and us are made of the same, after all. Aren't we just theirs like they're ours ? Ours to care for; theirs to care for." He continued, quietly, slowly, shifting closer to sit barely an inch away from you.
"But... If you don't believe that..." Gale started, voice getting quieter with the sound of his magic gathering in his palm, flowing to his fingertips, like his skin was a source of life itself. Now above you, where you looked, his own nightsky, for the both of you, of purples and pinks amidst the voidish black, and glittering stars.
"My stars do. Care for you. So very deeply." Murmured to your ear, his forehead leaning on your temple, nose brushing your skin.
"Always and forever, I will never stop caring. If you cannot believe in the stars for now, let me be yours; because i will never make you doubt of your importance to me."
You said nothing. Anything you could say- Well you didn't want to. It wasn't good. It didn't deserve to be given voice. Not here. Not now.
You closed your eyes, feeling a warm hand cup your cheek with reverance, as if precious. You sighed softly, followed the pull Gale took you with, laying on the grass with him.
His hand remained cupping your cheek. Warm, soft. It was hard not to melt under it- so you didn't fight, only let go, sighing so very softly once again, as his thumb brushed loving circles on your skin.
"You'll see, one day. How you are my sky, the moon, the stars, the sun; all of it." Voice low, only for you to hear.
"I hope you come to feel how loved you are. By me, by the others... By the world."
"Hells, dear !" Gortash hissed, recoiling from your touch, almost looking as if protecting himself with the papers he was taking from your hands.
"What ?? What ?" You panicked, confused as to what happened, leaning back from your partner - a tad of offense aiding in that as well.
"Your hands are icy, my love." He complained, straightening himself now that he'd processed he hadn't been attacked, simply witnessing your poor fingers' state.
You rolled your eyes, easing as well now that you understood his reaction, turning back to his desk to order the papers from the chaos they were laid in.
"Hey."
You hummed in question.
"Come here, my love."
You sighed, still a little grumpy, but turned to him anyway, taking the step needed to be near again. Gortash grabbed your hands in his, fingers immediately working to rub warmth into them, thoughtlessly bringing them to his face to kiss and breathe against as well. His seemingly instinctive affection brought a smile to your face, helping alleviate the tension in your muscles from the cold.
"You don't have to, you know. I'm not cold, it just happens sometimes."
He hummed, kissing your knuckles again, speaking against your skin. "Do not mind, my dear. I simply do not wish for you to surprise me like this again." His tone was laced with amusement, making it clear he was very much trying to help you.
"Ah, well," you sighed, smile broadening, "thank you, Enver."
"Thank me once your fingers aren't so stiff. I will get the room heated up soon."
Knowing better than to argue, you agreed, leaning to him to brush your nose to his, making him curse with a grimace.
"On second thought, we're taking a hot bath, right now. You will turn me into ice before I can even warm you anymore."
You groaned, kissed his cheek, and accepted your fate, following him as he stood and walked away from his desk.
"Will you still dote on me a little ?"
"I'm offended you'd think otherwise, my love." Gortash snorted, lacing his fingers with yours, smirk making you laugh with him. But right he was, and you were only teasing, knowing you were about to be pampered to Hells and back.