Snip/WIP day
Thank you @kalmiaphlox for tagging me last week!!
I know it's just a random Monday but work is A Lot lately and I'm trying to just post whenever I get the chance! I love you all and I swear I'm not ignoring your tags I am just slow and bad at time management.
Snippet is from a fic I'm going to maybe? get around to posting? eventually?
Basically I just posted chapter 1 of a new fic where the reader married Gale because she didn't realize how she and Astarion felt about each other... and it's very bittersweet and I love the ending but tbh it just got me thinking about threesomes so here's the ridiculous drabble I've been comforting myself with.
“Darling, what in the sweet hells are you talking about?” You blink. “What in the sweet hells are you talking about?” Astarion tilts his head, eyes wide and wounded. “I’m talking about you, darling. About how I'm here, in your house, the one you share with your husband, and your scent is everywhere, and all I can think about is how much I wish it was me in that bed with you every—“ “Wait,” you interrupt. “Sorry, I’m who you’re talking about?” “Yes,” he says slowly, like you’re being particularly dim. “Who did you think—“ You laugh loudly, clamping a hand over your mouth quickly. “Sorry, Star, I—hells, this is a mess.” You can’t help it; you laugh again, so hard tears spring to your eyes. Astarion is looking more confused than hurt now, but the second you can breathe again you put a reassuring hand on his arm. “I’m so sorry, love, it’s just—I could have sworn you were talking about Gale.” He recoils, confused. “I’m sorry??” "Do you really have no idea what I'm talking about? Every time I've walked in on the two of you talking this week it's felt like I'm interrupting something. And--" you pause, realizing that Gale probably wouldn't appreciate you blurting out his feelings. "Well, I can't speak for him, but I haven't seen him blushing this much since our honeymoon." He’s shaking his head, eyebrows raised, like he’s dazed. “Darling, the amount of whiplash I’m getting from this conversation….” “Join the club,” you say, laughing, as the anxiety and confusion that have been swirling in your chest for days begin to coalesce into something new. Astarion is processing, and you're replaying what he was saying about you before you interrupted him. He wants you, and likely Gale as well. You know Gale wants you, and he confirmed last night he wants Astarion. Hope blooms in your chest as you realize this situation isn't nearly as complicated as you're all trying to make it.