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Thank you to @tynithia, @denesmera, @bardic-inspo, @larvatuss, and @saucy-scribbler for the tags this week! I'm so sorry I've been taking forever to respond.
Anyway. Ah. Fresh off the press?
I'm gonna go hide under a pillow now.
Tagging @busy-baker, @pinkberrytea, @anacdoce, @chaushaus, and @spacesunderstairs on the off chance any of y'all have snippets you want to share!
Hey there! Hope you're well 💜🙂
I'd love to see this one from the cuddling prompt list for Astarion x Whoever you'd like if that's okay! No worries if not 💜
"The small inkling of panic that the other may leave when they shift positions and then the relief when that’s all it was."
(Cuddling prompt list)
Oooh. Interesting! I haven't done a ton of writing with Astarion. c: New challenge! (Full disclosure, I haven't finished his romance yet so this is a bit experimental. But I hope you like! :) )
Alexis is the Tav I have currently in progress for romancing him.
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Back in the Gate, in the gang hideout where Alexis spent most of her life, there were a number of stray cats that always seemed to be hanging around. Not surprising, Jax would always say. Place full of rats like us, ‘course the cats will show up. And everyone would laugh, because Jax was the sort of person who'd kick your teeth in if you didn't appreciate his humor.
Mostly the cats kept to themselves, but there was one, a scraggly little calico, who sometimes came and hung around Alexis's bunk. He'd sometimes curl up next to her side, or sprawl over her legs, but on very rare occasions, he'd climb up on her chest and settle himself in with his paws under him and purr.
It was cute as fuck and about the softest thing that ever tended to happen to her; the downside was it meant no more moving for the rest of the night. Once she stirred - to scratch her nose, to roll over, to take a piss - that cat was off like a shot, usually digging his claws in on the way out.
Cuddling with Astarion feels sort of like that.
“Comfortable?” she murmurs into his hair.
She feels his body shake slightly in her arms as he laughs. “You ask me that here, darling?” His face is muffled against her neck. He likes leaving it there when they end up curled up like this, his lips just brushing over the scars he’s left under her jaw. She hasn’t asked him why, but she suspects it makes him feel a little more in control. A reminder that she doesn’t own him when she holds him like this; that he could roll over, sink his fangs in, if he needed to.
But he never has. When he needs to pull away, she lets him go.
Sometimes she wants to pull away herself, really. This is all just as new to her. He’s not the only one testing out new freedom, “conveniently lost” and never going back, and there are nights when the love (might as well call it what it is, at least to herself) feels a little like panic. It’s the reason she always sleeps with her legs wrapped around one of his, one under and one over. Just like his mouth at her neck, it’s a combat move stripped of its intensity; if he tried to trap her, she could dig the lower boot into the ground for leverage, force him over onto his back, and run.
But she never has. When she needs to pull away, he lets her go, too.
She grins crookedly. “Yeah, I mean other than the, y’know, terrible shadowlands and the impending descent into some weird Sharran bullshit.”
“Ah, I see. Yes, the ambience definitely leaves something to be desired. The company, however…” He hesitates, his fingertips twitching slow circles along her hip. “The company is immaculate.”
“Flatterer.”
“No.” His tone is unusually serious. “I don’t have to do that anymore.”
She grunts. “Weird feeling?”
“Incomprehensibly.” He sighs. His breath is as cool as the rest of his body, a chill breeze over her pulse point. “Lying is easy, you know. You know,” he repeats with a dash of humor, acknowledging her own shadowy past. “It’s the saying things that are true that’s… disconcerting. But that’s what separates this from… all of it.”
She nods. “Keep telling me something true, then,” she says softly.
“Oh, no.” She can hear the smirk in his voice now. “I already told you you were immaculate. I believe it’s your turn.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fair is fair, darling. Can’t let your ego outstrip mine, you know.”
She turns her head so her lips just brush his ear, and she’s gratified to feel a soft shiver go through him. “You were the only thing that kept me from bailing on this whole fucking group, right from the beginning. No one else seemed to get it, how getting scooped up by that ship was the best and the worst thing that had ever happened to me, all at the same time. But you got it. You get it.”
“Yes.” His fingertips dig into her side sharply, just for a moment, then release.
“And then I couldn’t just leave you to deal with these lunatics all by yourself.”
“Implying you, of course, happen to be particularly sane.”
She snorts. “Wouldn’t go that far.” A pause. “Your turn. Something true.”
He goes still. Then his weight shifts backwards and for a moment a burst of regret goes through her. Too much, Lex… it felt too easy, for a moment there, and you pushed too much… He’ll clam up now, roll over and go quiet like he does when he feels like he’s losing control of the moment, or of himself. She doesn’t blame him for it, but she doesn’t want him to go…
But to her surprise, this time he doesn’t pull away. He just draws his head back so he can look into her eyes. She can barely see him in the dimness, though she knows he can see her clearly; those deep red eyes see everything, every moment.
“I’m scared, I think,” he admits softly.
“Yeah. Me too,” she answers.
A beat. His lips twitch. “We’re both, of course, talking about the Sharran temple. All that black marble. Terrifying.”
She grins. “Yeah. Of course we are.”
For the fanfic guessing game, how about 'breath' 👀
AHHHH THANK YOU for sending me this!!! (From this post)
I didn't have anything to do with "breath" just yet, but I read through my work to see if there was anything to do with breathing:
You exhaled loudly, staring at the door after him. Something was definitely wrong. Compared to last night, when he was blissed out on your tongue, and kissing your throat with fervent passion, there was no doubt something was bothering him. But what?
Heheheh 😈
Sending you good vibes and hoping life is being nice you 💖
Also wondering if you'd wanna share something fun or good that happened to you lately and/or maybe the last line of whatever writing you might have cookin' 👀
YOURE SO SWEET <33
I could do both! so this one is a mix of like, sad and funny cause we were at the hospital the other day since my sister had another commotion (shes collecting them at this point) and broke her nose, so they had to put it back in place, and i went with her as moral support. the nurse had to stick needles in her face to numb her down and i learned right there and then that my brain does not appreciate the sight of needles.
i blacked out and two other nurses had to come to catch me as i fell, i completely lost my surroundings, and i ended up on the floor with my legs raised to get more blood to my head and the moment i gained back concsiousness i just started laughing hysterically and my sister laughed along with me
the nurses found the situation just as funny as us once they saw we were both fine
TLDR i was supposed to be the moral support and i ended up being the one needing care after passing out at the sight of needles, 10/10 would do it again HAHA
NOW
a lil sneak peak of what ive got brewing:
She was scanning the battlefield to evaluate her options when she froze, her gaze stuck on one of the Harpers that was approaching them. Astarion recognized her behaviour from the night before and connected the dots.
i like you so you get the two last lines uwu
this one is gonna be reaaaaaaaaal angsty 👀
@bardic-inspo tagged me for wip wednesday and i forgot to do it on actual wednesday whoops so here we goooooo. wicked turns chapter 40something sneak peek (keep in mind this is VERY in-progress and the story has been shuffled around quite a bit since i initially wrote this)
“What the hells was that?”
The cleric jumps and curses at him, cradling her sanctified hand.
“You little— sneak,” she says through gritted teeth. (He’s almost certain she was about to say ‘rat’ instead.) “How long have you been there?”
“Long enough to see your little…” He waves his hand. “Whatever that was. Do we need to be worried?”
“No.” She scowls at him, then down at her hand, then at the statue. “No, I— it’s nothing.”
“Really? Because it looked like quite a lot.”
“It’s nothing. What do you want, Astarion?”
He considers using the tadpole to prick her mind and have his explanation— but no, he came here on peaceful terms, and he’d like to leave on them as well.
“I… well, I wanted to thank you,” he says.
She frowns. “For what?”
“For what you said when that little leech made me drink holy water.” (She doesn’t point out that the holy water was freely offered as a beauty tonic, and he barely hesitated.) “I know you were just— making a show of it, presenting a unified front, but I… appreciated it. I’ve never been—” he clears his throat, searching for the words, “— defended. Like that. So— thank you.”
Shadowheart’s face softens. She has a great gentleness in her unbecoming of a Sharran. He never knows what to do with it when it’s directed at him.
“You don’t have to thank me,” she says slowly. “I wasn’t putting on a show. No one deserves the way she treated you.”
Astarion can’t keep the venom out of his voice when he hisses at her, “Deserve has nothing to do with it.”
He almost flinches at his own words— softens them, when he continues quickly.
“You can say that I’m domesticated, but the reality of the situation is, I need you to survive. You have me at your mercy. And I have been nothing but awful to you from the start. And that stirge of a woman was offering more gold at once than we have had for our entire journey here. You had every reason to hand me over and be done with me.”
He blinks.
“But… you didn’t. And I’m grateful.”
The cleric stares at him, and he almost expects to be smited on the spot for the audacity of speaking to her like she cares about his feelings. Her brows knit together. Her head tilts to the side, seen more in the way her hair falls than anything; her thick braid slides off her shoulder, one wayward lock tips away from her cheek.
Astarion moves closer to her, and he says, so gently— “Can I kiss you?”
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Thank you so much to @anacdoce, @vividiana, @larvatuss, @hellethil, @bardic-inspo, and @saucy-scribbler for those tags last week. I love all of you. I'm so thankful for you. Y'all are the biggest sweethearts.
This is probably going to be the last snippet y'all get from me until after finals are over (mid-December-ish). I'm hoping to be wrong, but yeah, unfortunately, that's where I'm at. Hopefully next semester I'll be less of a procrastinator.
Tagging @honeybummer, @yennefer-of-vengerbergs, @eraserspiral, @deadly-diminuendo, and @denesmera on the off chance any of y'all have a snippet you might want to share!
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I just want to say thank you to @bardic-inspo, @honeybee-bard, @yennefer-of-vengerbergs, and @nyx-knox for tagging me for snippet games over the past week -- and to others for tagging me in Picrew games and music games. I know I've been really quiet lately, both on here and on Discord, and I promise it isn't because I'm mad or don't want to interact. Work's been knocking the wind out of me lately and I just haven't had energy afterwards. It's sucked a lot.
Anyway, whatever energy I have had has been going to my latest fic. Here's the snippet y'all asked me for:
Anyway. No-pressure tagging @gilded-glitter, @obsessedwhyyes, @anacdoce, and @davenswitcher if y'all have snippets you'd like to share!
Last Line Game
@bardic-inspo tagged me, which means I can't cheat and hurriedly write something else.
So I need y'all to know: THIS IS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE
Diana inhales sharply when Shadowheart restrains her further by slipping a thigh between her legs.
No-pressure tagging @busy-baker, @kalmiaphlox, @deadly-diminuendo, and @anacdoce if y'all have anything you'd like to share!
