#baldurs gate fluff

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Little cubs

Halin x Reader

Warnings: None just bad writing, its all fluff

A/N: Warning: I haven't written in forever, but I love this bear man and had a cute idea, this is absolute shit and was written quickly but i still wanted to share it 

Words: 405

Camp life had gotten more glamorous now that the group had reached Baldur's Gate and had gotten to the Elf Song. Plenty of room, a lot of bed, and a mattress to sleep on at night. But with this, you had noticed a certain druid get more and more uncomfortable as the days went on. Halsin’s always been more comfortable with nature, and thats not a hard observation when you get to know the man. So thats why you had decided to drag him out of town for a few hours, letting him be more one with nature again. 

The walk in itself had been filled with thoughts of the adventure you all have had until now, his joy in lifting the shadow curse, and the worries for the fight ahead. But sure enough, the two of you soon found your way into the forest on the outskirts of town, listening to the birdsong, smelling the fresh, clean air that wasn't polluted by the busy city, and the feeling of grass under your feet. 

You don't know how long the idle banter had gone on for before he suddenly stopped in his tracks and shushed you. It was startling at first, but then you see it. Not far ahead of where the two of you are standing is a small stream. In the stream, you see a giant bear hunting for fish, and right at the bank, 2 small cubs are waiting patiently for their mother to get their dinner. You just stand there watching as the mother catches a fish and feeds it to her cubs, mesmerized at the adorable sight of them. And you turn to look at Halsin his eyes are practically twinkling while watching them.

 Whether it was the druid, the bear, or just him that was enthralled by the view, you didn't know. But what you did know is that you wish you could keep the look on his face and the shine in his eyes engraved in your memory forever. You knew the impromptu walk was needed for both of you to get away from the rowdiness and noise, but this surpassed any expectations you could have had for the walk. It's a nice sight in the chaos that has been your life the last few months, and in your heart, you know you will cherish it as much as you cherish the man you had the walk with

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Nose Kisses

This is pure, self-indulgent fluff, I could NOT stop thinking about this scenario.

Summary: Astarion has become used to Agnes' little gesture's of affection. When she leaves camp without giving him a little kiss on his nose, he starts to wonder whether he has done something wrong.

Pairing: Astarion x fem!durge (named)

Word count: 584

Tags: fluff, pure adorable fluff

While writing this I was listening to: Bloom by The Paper Kites

Find me on Ao3 here

The first time she did it, Astarion froze. It was a simple gesture, just a little kiss on the nose in passing. She probably did it without thinking, but it made Astarion’s cheeks feel warm. It was such a kind, loving, simple action that it caught the vampire off guard. Each time she did it, it gave him that warm feeling again. It became a routine of theirs, every time she would pass by him or leave the area he was in, she’d place a simple kiss on the tip of his nose. Karlach teased him about it, but he didn’t care. It made him feel loved unlike anything else.

“You’re a big softie at heart, aren’t you fangs?” Karlach teased watching Astarion smiled to himself, Agnes had just left to find camp supplies and planted a soft kiss to his nose. Astarion’s grin immediately turned to a scowl as he looked over at Karlach. “Oh come on soldier, it’s adorable,” she laughed, clapping a hand to his back.

The vampire found himself looking forward to those little kisses from Agnes throughout the day. She had been so patient with him, showing him how much she cared through those little acts of affection. She never pushed him, never asked for more. She was perfectly content to kiss him in passing and just be in his presence. It was overwhelming for Astarion, at times. How much she cared for him, for who he was not who he pretended to be.

“Star, We’re heading to talk to Jaheira, I’ll be back,” Agnes said, walking up to Astarion with Halsin trailing behind her. He was sat by his tent with a book in hand. He smiled up at her, patiently waiting for her to kiss the tip of his nose. She placed a hand on his cheek, shot him a smile and turned on her heel. The vampire had closed his eyes, leaning forward to prime his nose for her lips. Once her hand left his cheek, he opened his eyes to realize she had walked away. Astarion froze for a moment, his hand coming up to touch his nose. What was this? Had he done something? Was she upset with him?

Astarion’s mind began to race, playing back every interaction with Agnes that day. They hadn’t spent much time together, she insisted he take a break for the day while she ran around Last Light trading and gathering supplies for their journey to Baldur’s Gate. Perhaps she was upset with him for… something. Astarion set down his book, standing up and pacing about his tent. His mind was so occupied with replaying every interaction that he didn’t realize Agnes approaching him.

“Love,” she said, her hand on her hips as she watched Astarion pacing. He turned to her, startled by her voice. He crossed his arms, frowning in her direction. “Yes?” He snapped, tapping his foot. “I forgot something,” she said with a grin, closing the gap between them. “What?” He asked in confusion. Agnes placed her hands on the grumpy vampire’s face and stood up on her toes. She placed a light kiss to the tip of his nose, pressing his cheeks together. Astarion froze, looking down at Agnes. “You… forgot?” He said, something he hadn’t considered. As Agnes went to pull away, Astarion pulled her into a tight embrace. “Thank you,” he whispered into her ear before releasing her from his grasp. Agnes chuckled, bopping his nose with her finger before heading back out.

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This is nice #2

Random post-game scene in not ascended scenario. Maybe in a break in between another, new mission? No spoilers, only fluff 😊

In the quiet moments between their adventures, Astarion and Elowen found a semblance of peace beneath the shade of ancient trees. The campfire crackled softly, casting a warm glow that painted the night in hues of amber and gold. Surrounded by the comforting rustle of leaves, they shared a stolen moment away from the prying eyes of their companions.

Seated on a fallen log, Astarion absently traced patterns on the ground with a slender twig, his crimson eyes catching the flickering flames. Elowen, nestled beside him, hummed a gentle tune—a melody that echoed the quiet joy they discovered in each other.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Astarion turned toward her. "You know, for an undead creature, I've become surprisingly fond of these serene moments."

Elowen chuckled, a sound that danced in the tranquil air. "Surprising indeed. Who would've thought the chaotic vampire spawn would appreciate a quiet night?"

His fingers, cool but gentle, entwined with hers. "Well, it's not every day you find someone who can make even eternity seem less daunting."

The lighthearted banter gave way to a comfortable silence. The moon above, a silent witness, cast its ethereal glow upon them. Astarion leaned in, his lips brushing against the crown of Elowen's head, a gesture so tender it spoke volumes.

She leaned into his embrace, relishing the warmth that radiated from his cool touch. "Do you miss the sun?" she asked, her gentle voice a soft murmur.

Astarion considered the question, his gaze fixed on the distant stars. "Sometimes. But... then I realize that the moonlight has its own kind of magic. And besides, the night has its perks."

Elowen tilted her head, a playful smile playing on her lips. "Oh? Like what?"

Astarion's response was a light kiss on her forehead. "Like the fact that I can steal kisses from you without worrying about getting sunburned."

Laughter bubbled between them, a melody that blended seamlessly with the rustling leaves and the crackling fire. In the quiet heart of the night, under the celestial tapestry of stars, they found solace in the simplicity of each other's company—a love story unfolding in the hush of a moonlit night.

This...

...this was nice.

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Looking for Lavender

Summary: Agnes (the Dark Urge) is helping the druid Halsin look for signs of Thaniel in the Shadow Cursed Lands.

Pairing: Halsin x fem!durge (named)

Word count: 1.4K

Tags: fluff

While writing this I was listening to: From Eden by Hozier

Find me on Ao3 here

The half elf walked carefully as she and the druid Halsin searched for signs of lavender in the shadow-cursed lands. They had been wandering for hours, searching for signs that Thaniel’s spirit was still alive in the dark landscape. Agnes stopped for a moment, catching her breath. They had been climbing along the ruined landscape and gods was she tired. “Do you need a moment, Agnes?” Halsin asked, turning to notice that she was no longer at his heel. “I’m fine, thanks,” she breathed heavily, steadying herself on her feet and catching up with him. “We can stop for a moment, you know. I haven’t seen you take a break in days,” Halsin said, looking down at her as she put her hands on her hips. “Maybe just for a moment, I’m dying to sit down,” she admitted. Agnes was not one to take breaks, however a brief moment of respite would be welcome, she couldn’t remember that last time she took a rest. Halsin nodded, looking around to find a place for the both of them to sit down. He spotted a large, flat rock not too far from where they stood.He sat, extending a hand to Agnes. Agnes smiled, placing her hand in his. His hand was large and warm as he closed it around her smaller hand. Agnes sat next to Halsin, feeling herself blush as he continued to hold her hand. She turned her head away as he released her, pulling a loaf of bread from his pack. He ripped it in half, handing her a piece.

“Thanks,” she said, smiling as she grabbed the piece of bread. Halsin felt his face grow warm as he averted his gaze from her. He had spent so many years focusing himself on the shadow curse. Nothing had distracted him from his mission, before her. He was so close to ridding the land of the shadows, and yet he found his mind often thinking of her. The way she commanded every room she walked in, her beautiful gray freckles, her smile that so rarely made an appearance. “Are you alright?” Agnes asked after a moment, noticing that Halsin hadn’t eaten his bread. “Of course,” Halsin smiled, looking over to her. “I feel like I haven’t gotten to know you all that well,” Agnes said as she picked at her bread. “It’s true,” Halsin sighed. “I can’t imagine I have helped with that. Sometimes I let the task at hand consume me, and people think I’m obsessed,” he began. “I know what you mean, I’m like that too,” Agnes added. Halsin smiled to himself as he continued. “The day I no longer have to talk about the shadow curse will be a happy one. But, what would you like to know?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, just an observation, but you’re quite large for an elf,” Agnes said, shifting awkwardly. She had been curious ever since meeting Halsin about his size. She was small, but he towered over her. Halsin let out a chuckle, looking over to Agnes. “I am?” he teased. “You’ve shown more restraint than most on the subject, but I don’t have a good answer as to why I’m afraid. Perhaps there’s a half-orc buried somewhere in my ancestry. I think conventional wisdom is too narrow about what we can or cannot be. Stranger things have most certainly happened,” Agnes chuckled at Halsin’s teasing. “That’s for sure. I don’t even know who I am or what’s wrong with me,” she said, mostly to herself. Halsin nodded, moving closer to her. “Anything else you’d like to know?” Halsin asked.

“Do you have people out there somewhere? Family, friends? A lover maybe?” Agnes asked, trying to be nonchalant. Halsin blushed a bit. “Save for me, my line perished a long time ago. The grove became my family for so long with Silvanus as my teacher. And now… now I have you,” he said, stirring nervously. Agnes smiled to herself, looking over at Halsin. “I’m sorry for your loss. But I am glad to have you by my side,” They sat in silence for a moment, before Agnes continued. “Though, you didn’t fully answer my question, you know, about lovers,” Halsin let out a hearty chuckle, folding his arms across his chest. “I am 350 years old, of course there have been lovers. I do love nature but I am not betrothed to it. Though, nature needs reminding sometimes,” Halsin reached up to touch the claw shaped scars on his face. Agnes studied the marks, narrowing her gaze. “What do you mean?” she asked. Halsin felt heat rise to his cheeks as he shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t exactly pick this up in battle. I was in wild shape and forgot that it was the season where bears are… especially social. A she-bear claimed me as her own, and did not appreciate being spurned.”

Agnes laughed as Halsins stirred, feeling a bit embarrassed. “So, no one right now, then?” Agnes asked, circling back to her original question. “No, I bed down alone right now. Maybe once I talk less of curses and parasites my fortunes will change,” Agnes nodded, feeling a flutter in her chest. Halsin made her feel warm and safe, she was glad he had agreed to join her on her journey to Moonrise Towers. “Okay, so tell me something I wouldn’t think to ask,” she said, trying to continue their conversation. Halsin smiled, happy to continue sharing with her. “Alright, I suppose you wouldn’t be shocked to learn that I love animals and nature? You knew that, I’m sure. Hmm. I whittle in my spare time, and I have a bit of a sweet tooth,” Agnes smiled at Halsin as he shared. “Let me guess, you love honey?” she teased, punching his arm softly. Halsin chuckled, nodding. “Once you get to my age you realize there is no point in denying yourself those kinds of… pleasures,” he said, looking at Agnes. His eyes wandered briefly to her lips, full and glossy covered in black lipstick. Agnes moved her head to the side, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. “What do you whittle?” she asked. “Ornaments, utensils, and ducks. I like ducks,” he said, moving away from her slightly, worrying he had crossed a boundary.

“You’re adorable,” Agnes blurted out, immediately feeling embarrassed.

The pair sat in silence for a moment, neither looking at the other as they ate their bread. “What about you?” Halsin asked after a moment. Agnes looked over at the elf, wishing she had something to tell him. “I wish I had something as endearing as whittling and honey. All I know is what has happened since the nautiloid. There’s not much about me, I’m afraid,” she said, letting her head hang. Halsin moved closer to her for a moment, lifting her chin so her eyes would meet his gaze. “That isn’t true,” he started. “You’re an artist, you have a, frankly, terrifying way with words, I’ve yet to see a lock that you can’t pick,” Agnes smiled to herself as Halsin listed things he had noticed about her. “You’re fierce in battle and have a beautiful smile when you choose to let it shine through. There are plenty of things about you, you just need someone to remind you.” Agnes took a moment before moving closer to Halsin. “I didn’t think anyone noticed those kinds of things about me,” Halsin stirred for a moment, then moved away from her. “Astarion notices,” he said finally. Agnes felt a burst of guilt run through her. She suddenly felt disgusted with herself for how close she had gotten to Halsin, Astarion not slipping into her mind once. “He’s never said anything,” she finally said, standing up and smoothing her leather armor.

Halsin nodded, grabbing his pack so they could continue. “He cares for you. He just doesn’t know how to show it I think,” Halsin finally said as they began to continue their walk. “I hope so,” she sighed. The pair continued walking in silence as they searched for signs of lavender. Agnes walked past a patch of purple flowers, disregarding them at first. “HALSIN!” she yelled, turning on her heel to find the patch of flowers. “Lavender,” Halsin breathed, kneeling down to touch the flowers. “We’ve found him. You found him.” Halsin smiled, pulling Agnes into a hug. Agnes melted into the elf, allowing herself this moment to be enveloped in his embrace.

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Gentle

Summary: During their travels in the Wilds, Astarion has gotten himself in a messy situation. Agnes (the Dark Urge) musters up enough kindness to help the vampire out.

Pairing: astarion x fem!durge (named)

Word Count: 959

Tags: fluff

While writing this I was listening to: The Fall by half alive

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“Gods, what a mess!” Astarion let out a frustrated sigh as he attempted to wash the mud caked between his fingers in the river. Agnes watched from afar as he frantically attempted to clean the dirt from his hands. The group had encountered some mud mephits while exploring, one of which exploded right next to the vampire. Astarion had disappeared once they returned to camp without a word to any one, presumably to clean up. Agnes rummaged around and found some soap she had been saving. She hated how he made her feel, that she wanted to take care of him. Agnes watched for a moment longer as Astarion remained knelt by the water, scrubbing furiously at his hands and neck. “Astarion,” Agnes said, walking up behind him. “What’re you doing?” he hissed, jumping and nearly falling forward into the water. “I’m sorry… I brought you this,” she said awkwardly, holding out her hand to show him the small bar of soap. Astarion straightened up, looking at the soap in her hand. “Where did you find that?” he asked, walking up to her. “I found it a while back, I’d been saving it but I figured you could use it more than me,” she said, averting her gaze. Astarion stood for a moment, unsure how to react to this gesture from her. She wasn’t often kind like this. 

“Um, thank you,” he said, reaching out to grab the soap from her hand. She looked up at him, noticing the amount of mud caked in his white curls. “Your hair, it’s covered in mud,” she said, crunching a muddy curl in her fingers. “Gods,” he growled, attempting to run a hand through his hair, though his fingers got caught in the hard mud. “How am I ever going to get this clean,” he grumbled to himself, turning back towards the water. Agnes stood awkwardly for a moment, debating whether or not she should leave. “I could help,” she finally said, almost too quiet for Astarion to hear. “You… you would do that?” he asked, turning back towards the other rogue. She nodded, walking towards him. “Just don’t get used to it,” she grumbled, grabbing the soap from his hand. Their fingers grazed one another for a moment, causing both rogues to freeze awkwardly. Agnes cleared her throat, motioning for Astarion to sit near the water’s edge. He nodded, walking over to a log nearby and sitting down facing the half elf. Agnes joined him by the edge of the water, grabbing an abandoned cup sitting next to the log and filling it with water. 

“Lean back,” she ordered, lathering some soap in her free hand. Astarion complied, leaning his head back so that Agnes could pour water over his muddy locks. Agnes mustered every bit of gentleness inside her as she poured water over Astarion’s curls. He closed his eyes as she gently combed her fingers through his hair, distributing the soap throughout. Astarion could feel himself relax as her lithe fingers massaged his scalp. A sigh escaped his lips, causing him to tense up in embarrassment. A smirk crossed Agnes’ face as she continued washing his hair for him. The vampire relaxed once again, allowing himself to be cared for by the half elf. Agnes rinsed out the soap from his hair, running her fingers through the now clean curls. “There,” she said, squeezing a bit of moisture from his hair for him. Astarion sat up, his hands falling awkwardly in his lap. “Um, thanks,” he said, looking over to her. A wet curl fell into his face and Agnes instinctively tucked it behind his ear for him. Her face and ears turned red as she awkwardly looked away, embarrassed by the intimacy of her gesture. 

“You can be so gentle when you want to be,” Astarion said after a moment. “Don’t tell anyone or I’ll kill you,” Agnes quipped, moving to stand. Astarion grabbed her hand, keeping her sat next to him on the log. Confusion knit Agnes’ face as she looked at the vampire, his expression was softer than normal as he looked at her intensely. “Is everything alright?” she asked, looking down at his hand still holding hers. Astarion froze for a moment as he looked at her hand in his. He weaved his fingers with hers, squeezing her hand slightly. Agnes sat frozen, the tender moment almost making her dizzy. “I like you, Agnes,” Astarion said, watching her intently. Agnes cocked her head to the side, trying to come up with a clever comment to deflect from the intense intimacy. “I-” she started, but no more words came out. Astarion leaned in to her, pressing his lips gently to hers. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to indulge in this closeness with him, moving her lips against his. He pulled away after a moment, releasing her hand as he did. “Thank you,” he said, standing up from the log.

Agnes sat, her fingers coming up to touch where his lips had just been. “I’ll see you later, I’m sure,” he said awkwardly, grabbing his pack from the side of the log and heading back towards camp. Agnes remained sat on the log by the river, her fingers still lingering on her lips where Astarion’s had been. She felt a smile spread across her lips as she tried shaking the moment from her head, standing up to head back to camp. Throughout the next few days she kept thinking about that moment. How gentle he was with her. They had slept together before, but that single kiss felt more intimate than anything they had done in the past. She wasn’t sure she deserved to be treated so kindly, but she wasn’t going to stop him either.

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Faerûnian 29-day Writing Challenge Masterlist

Here you’ll find all of my works for #BG3FicFeb !

Day one: SFW prompt 10, A tearful, hard kiss before battle

Day two: SFW prompt 4, camp chores

Day three: NSFW prompt 14, intimate touching without intercourse

Day five: SFW prompt 7, a heated argument with LI

Day six: SFW prompt 21, love confession

Day seven: SFW prompt 6: teaching each other how to do something

Day eight: SFW prompt 24: Tav's worst fear

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You're No Fun

Summary: Agnes (the Dark Urge) never gives herself a break, Enver Gortash tries to convince her to take a rest.

Pairing: Gortash x fem!durge (named)

Word count: 716

Tags: fluff, fluff without plot

While writing this I was listening to: Gooey by Glass Animals

Agnes had her head lying on the desk in Enver Gortash’s room, her hair had fallen in a curtain around her face. Her hand was wrapped around a mug of ice cold coffee as she waned between asleep and awake, her eyes fluttering open every few minutes.

“Agnes, have you seen my-” Enver entered the room, his eyes trailing over to Agnes slumped over on the desk. He smiled to himself as he made his way over to her, walking to the front of the desk. He held the back of his hand up to the coffee mug, trying to determine how long it had been sitting there. Enver knelt down in front of Agnes, gently pushing the hair from her face. Her eyes fluttered open, a smile crossing her face as she looked at him.

“Mm, hi,” she mumbled, picking her head up sleepily.

“Hi. What are you doing?” he asked, resting a hand on her cheek.

“I was, uh,” she started, her eyes drooping again. Enver looked at her with a concerned expression as she tried staying coherent.

“When was the last time you slept?” he asked, standing.

“Well I was sleeping until you woke me up,” she sighed, leaning back in the chair and crossing her arms.

“I mean properly slept. In a bed,” he said, his tone pointed.

“I slept for a few hours yesterday. Or was it the day before?” Agnes couldn’t remember the last time she took a break to sleep. Or eat. She sighed, rubbing her temples. Her head ached. Her whole body ached.

“Agnes, you can’t keep doing this. You’re going to kill yourself!” Enver scolded, picking up an ashtray that sat on the desk. “And this? You can’t live on tobacco and coffee,” he said with a huff, slamming the ashtray down.

“Fuck off, Enver,” Agnes growled, standing up from the desk. She stood entirely too quickly, her head spinning causing her to stumble forward. Enver caught her, helping her steady herself. “Ugh, I hate you,” she groaned, leaning her forehead on his shoulder. Enver wrapped his arms around Agnes, leaning his chin on the top of her head.

“Oh hush. Let’s get you to bed,” he said, pulling back from her and scooping her up in his arms. Agnes wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning her head on his shoulder as he carried her over to his bed.

Enver set her down, kissing her forehead. He tried pulling away from her, but with a swift yank she pulled him on top of her.

“Don’t go,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his neck. Enver chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows and hovering his face over hers.

“You need to sleep, pet,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

“I’m not tired,” Agnes pouted, wrapping her legs around the tyrant's waist and pulling him closer to her.

“Agnes, I found you asleep on the desk. You really should-,”. Enver felt her lick a stripe up his neck, her lips trailing up to his ear. “You’re such a brat,” he said, pressing his lips to hers. Enver pushed his tongue past her lips, devouring her. Agnes smiled against his lips, clawing at his shirt, trying to pull it up. He pulled away, narrowing his gaze at her.

“You need to sleep,” he repeated, pulling away from her.

“You’re no fun,” she pouted, laying her head back on the pillow.

“Is that so?” He said with a smirk, bringing her arms up over her head and holding her wrists in his hand. Agnes bit her lip, smirking up at Enver. He rolled his eyes, dipping his head down to her neck and lavishing her neck with kisses. Agnes hummed, closing her eyes as he laid kisses to her neck and jaw. Enver could feel her relax beneath him, a sigh escaping her nose. Enver pulled back to look at her, noticing that she had fallen asleep under him. He chuckled to himself, releasing her wrists and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“Sleep well, pet,” he whispered, trying to gently get himself off of the bed. Agnes mumbled something, turning away from him and curling up on her side. Enver pulled the covers up over her, leaving her to get some much needed rest

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Faerûnian 29-day Writing Challenge: Day 5

Day 5 folks! I went with SFW prompt 7,  a heated argument with companion/LI

(no I am not doing them in any order, I just am writing what I am inspired to)

Apology

Summary: Astarion tries his best to apologize to Ozzy after an argument.

Pairing: Astarion x nonbinary!tav (named) 

Word count: 696

Tags: fluff

“Why do you always feel the need to check every crate and basket, Ozzy? This is just ridiculous, we don’t need 5 half-eaten apples,” Astarion griped, throwing his arms down in frustration. Ozzy had their head in a crate, rummaging through old rags. They stood upright to look at Astarion, their fist in a ball. 

“It’s an old habit,” they said through gritted teeth, stuffing something into their pack. 

“It’s not necessary, we’re just weighing ourselves down!” Astarion continued, his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Alright, I get it,” Ozzy snapped back, swinging their pack over their shoulder and pushing past the vampire. Astarion sighed, rolling his eyes and trialing behind the tiefling. 

“What? What did I say?” He said, grabbing their shoulder. Ozzy spun on their heel, pulling away from his grasp. 

“Have you ever stopped to consider why I collect and save everything I can, hmm?” Ozzy snapped, their normal playful demeanor replaced with hostility. “The last 8 years of my life were spent scrounging through trash and filth so that I would have something, anything to keep me alive,” 

Astarion took a step back, watching Ozzy. They never talked about their life before the nautiloid, Astarion just knew that they didn’t have much. 

“Sometimes I would purposefully get caught stealing so that I’d at least get to spend the night in Wyrm’s Rock. It wasn’t warm but it was dry most of the time,” Ozzy’s voice wavered, tears stinging their eyes 

“Ozzy, I’m… I’m sorry. I never considered…” 

“No, you didn’t,” Ozzy snapped back, taking a deep breath and turning back towards camp. 

“Ozzy, just stop will you?” Astarion shouted after them, jogging to keep up with the other rogue.

“Why should I, Astarion? You’ve never taken a moment to try and understand why I do things the way that I do. You just judge me with no context,” Ozzy stopped, turning to face Astarion, a hurt expression across their face.

“You haven’t exactly shared any details about your life, how was I supposed to know this was a sensitive topic?” The vampire asked, exasperated.

“You never asked,” Ozzy said quietly, turning away from him and walking towards their camp.

Astarion stood, watching Ozzy walk away, considering what Ozzy had said. They were right, he hadn’t asked them about their past. He had shared his past with them but theirs had never come up. Astarion took a deep breath, looking around the abandoned house he was in. In the corner of the room he could see something yellow under a table. As he approached, he realized it was a flower. A small yellow flower that was slightly crushed. Astarion carefully plucked the flower, hiding it under his jacket as he headed back to camp.

“Ozzy?” Astarion stood outside Ozzy’s tent, the flower tucked in his jacket.

“I’m not in the mood,” Ozzy huffed from inside, their voice wavering.

“I hope you’re decent, I’m coming in,” he said, covering his eyes as he entered the tent.

“Of course I’m decent, you think I just sit around in my tent naked waiting for you to come by?” Ozzy huffed, sitting up from their bedroll.

“I came to… apologize,” Astarion said, shifting awkwardly as Ozzy watched him.

“Okay. So apologize,” Ozzy said, their arms crossed over their chest, raising an eyebrow at the vampire.

Astarion huffed, trying to find his words. “You were right. I never really asked you about your past, and I should have,” he said, his hand still tucked in his jacket to hide the now wilting flower.

“That’s true. Though that wasn’t an apology, I’m afraid,” Ozzy said, suspiciously eyeing Astarion’s hidden hand. 

“Ozzy, I’m sorry,” Astarion said, approaching the tiefling and kneeling in front of them. He pulled the flower out from under his jacket, one of its petals falling off of it onto the bedroll. 

Ozzy looked up at Astarion and back down at the flower, a smile creeping it’s way across their face. 

“Gods, this was supposed to be romantic, but this is-“ Astarion was cut off by Ozzy pulling him into a tight embrace.

“Thank you, Starry,” Ozzy breathed into his neck, the flower effectively crushed between them.