Synopsis. It's a stormy night here at camp. Unfortunately for you, your tent doesn't seem to be on your side this night. Surely one of your new companions would be willing to shelter you for a night. One elf comes to mind. Masterlist here!!
Content. Slightly suggestive. Reader is tav. Act 1. Early in the story. Gender neutral reader.
Rain slowly but surely trickles down under the night sky. You try lay your head to rest, but droplets soon begin to pool on top of your pillow, and you feel your hair sticking stubbornly to your face.
At this point, you can no longer ignore your growing discomfort. You consider finding another shelter during this downpour, but whose tent could you take refuge in?
You’re barely acquainted with your new companions — it’s only been a few days since you encountered the Emerald Grove and It’s hard to find someone to trust during times like this, but nature isn’t waiting for you to contemplate who to ask.
You could try to salvage your already drenched abode, but the more you lie on your blanket, trying to cover your body as moisture travels further up your clothes, the more hopeless it feels.
A certain pale‑skinned elf enraptures your mind. So far he's the closest companion you have. The idea of laying beside him in his tent doesn't garner displeasure from your mind.
But should you?
Is it weird to ask?
Maybe the rain will ease up and you can just forget the idea.
Thats the plan your going for. It's genuis really. Wait out the rain. Ignore your growing discomfort.
Drip.
Pretend there isn't a dryer option.
Drip.
A warmer option.
Drip.
With a handsome individual whose voice is a smooth as velvet and sweet as honey.
Drip.
Okay. You can't do this - Your shirts sticking heavily to your back and hesitations becomes a secondary thought as you feel another droplet fall upon your forehead.
In all honesty, you'd be lying if you said that the sharp tongued wanderer wasn't constantly taking up more and more space in your mind. The day you too first meet still replays in your head like a theatre play.
His cold breath on the back of your neck. You can still feel his hands littered across your body. The coldness of the knife having to snap you out of your delusional fantasy. Sure you COULD set yourself free. Overpower him while he's distracted and roll on top of him. Use his own knife against him and inquire his identity. You could. Hell you could've stopped him from pinning you in the first place.
But if you were honest with yourself, seeing his face for the first time left you momentarily starstruck. It felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you. It took Shadowheart’s dry cough and Gale’s amused chuckle to pull you back to reality.
And you weren't the only one. You might have been oblivious to the lustful stare the elf gave you. But your party members didn't. The way his eyes traced up and down your body. Finally landing on your face to fully soak in on your features. The perfect curve of your waist. He could tell you had to have some kind of status with how fulll your figure was. Not to mention you looked strong, already having the clear trust of your teammates as they seem to have placed you as a leader in the clear short time you were together.
If even for a short time. It was clear he had to join your party. A bonus was that you also seemed to have the same goal as him.
So imagine his surprise when you called out to him from outside his tent. Drenched from the rains all doe eyed as your shirt dangerously clings to your breasts.
By the nine hells.
This has to be a test? First he struggled finding animals to feast on. And then a neow meal comes beckoning his door seeking refuge from a predator. A bunny walking into the mouth of a wolf. Practically offering yourself on a silver platter. But alas. You're shivering is enough to deter any wondering thoughts. Even if your trembling form is enticing.
"Why hello darling? What can i do for you?"
There he was. His voice was as sultry as ever as he loomed over the tents entrance. Honestly if it weren't for your constantly shivering and chattering teeth. Your sure you'd forget why you even here in the first place.
"I didn't prep my tent for the rain."
"Yes, i can see that. You didn't prepare a bedroll?"
"It makes to good of a blanket."
...
...
Okay it sounds ridicules when stated outload as that same blanket is responsible for your current situation. That logic has never let you down before. Well. until today.
You don't even need to look up to know that guy is grinning pretty hard right now.
However, even despite his amused grin, astarion doesn't hesitate to bring you inside. Preparing a small light spell in hopes it heats up the room however slightly.
"Thank-"
"Take off your clothes darling."
huh? Did you hear that right? As silance drags along further your convinced you've hear wrong. For a second you thought he said take off yo-
“Clothes. Take them off, pet.” He says it more gently this time, the seriousness in his voice leaving almost no room for argument. Almost.
You hesitate, the words still echoing in your ears. He sighs — not impatient, just knowing. “They’re soaked through,” he adds, quieter now. “You’ll freeze if you keep them on.”
Your facial expression probably translated your thoughts better than words since he began to explain himself.
"Come on my sweet, surely you don't intend to sleep in those wet rags. Undress. We can share the duvet."
He has a point. The longer you stubbornly stay in your garments the deeper the chill creeps in. That doesn't mean your easy to convince. It's definitely not because of the sudden softness in his voice. Definitely.
However begrudgingly you slowly begin to strip down to your underwear. To busy grumbling to notice the sudden shift in astarion's posture. The way your shirt stick to your back just before you pull it over his head has his mouth go dry. Cold sweat travels down his neck. His hairs stick up as you begin to unfasten your corset.
Technically this is innocent. During his time he's seem much more vulgar sights in his lifetime. Your not even doing anything!
Time goes by painfully slow as you finally manage to undress.
As clueless as you are, you struggle not to feel a heating gaze burning your lower back. Before you can turn and request an undergarment he's thrown a loose shirt towards you. Had you not known any better, you could've sworn the elf ears were red before your vision was impaired by the loose fabric.
It smells like him. A hint of iron, alongside a scent of rosemary. Like an aged bottle of brandy that has been left preserved and unopened.
It's a scent that puts you right to sleep. With the sound of the rain softly falling in the background and a new pair of warm arms circling round your hips. It was a soothing night.
#transgender
#f1
