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My writing portrayed in photos

Also known as;

what you get when reading my fanfic; a writers mood board.

Words that describe my writing

ᢉ𐭩 Soft, gentle, comforting, nostalgic, poetic, folksy, woodsy…

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The Rookie M. List ᢉ𐭩

I’ve just started the rookie as of may ‘25 and Tim Bradford has consumed my mind so here i am, making another master list!

Tim Bradford

ᢉ𐭩 Relationship / Age gap headcanons

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Tim Bradford age gap/relationship headcanons

Includes Age gap, younger f!reader, princess treatment from our favorite cop. Soft!Tim, established relationship.

a/n Returning from the dead because a new grumpy old man has captured my heart!!

Now playing 𝄞𓍢ִ໋🎧ྀི Music to watch boys to by Lana Del Rey

౨ৎ She’s 24, he’s 40. At first people are skeptical, but it doesn’t bother either of them.

౨ৎ Tim is the type of man that automatically treats his woman like a princess, but having someone this much younger than him brings out a whole new side to the princess treatment.

౨ৎ Many women her age find football to be boring, but she thrives on game nights. The TV is on, Tim is relaxing after a long shift, a beer in his hand.

౨ৎ She usually sits next to him or in his lap, his hand rests gently on her back, only lifting when his favorite team either scores, or fumbles horribly.

౨ৎ While she enjoys seeing Tim partake in his hobbies, he feels the same about her.

౨ৎ He will often give her his credit card during shopping sprees.

౨ৎ Tim even goes as far as accompanying her on mall trips, pointing out which clothes he’d particularly like to see her in ;)

౨ৎ He lets her hold his hand the whole way, and while he adores having her in his arms all the time, a part of the reason comes from his job. He wants to be sure he’s able to guide her out of danger if necessary.

౨ৎ Speaking of guidance, he often has his hand on the small of her back, especially while wading through large crowds.

౨ৎ He lets her hold the loose end of his sleeve or his thumb. His hands are much larger and it proves to be much more comfortable (bonus points because it makes her feel smaller and safer)

౨ৎ Pet names include Sweetheart, babe, sweet face, (baby when he’s comforting her)

౨ৎ “Shh… Shhh baby, I got you… i’m here” with a kiss on the forehead.

౨ৎ He is huge on reassurance, but will always say it how it is. He’s just a bit softer with his delivery when it comes to her.

౨ৎ Once you’re in with Tim, you’re in. If this man cares about you then you are as safe as you will ever be.

౨ৎ He is the jealous type, but it isn’t angry or outwardly cast towards her. He simply becomes protective, but never controlling. He often won’t show his jealousy, or at least he’ll try to conceal it.

౨ৎ If they’re out together and another man eyes her too closely, Tim will find a way to make his badge all the more noticeable.

౨ৎ If he gets hurt while patrolling, he’ll try to play it off as nothing, but when her eyes turn worried and soft, his heart tugs. He adores being adored. He’s a lover boy whether he admits to it or not.

౨ৎ He takes care of his girl, and anyone who sees them knows how lucky they both are to have one another.

A/N | I’m only on season 2 about half way through, but this man has STOLEN my whole heart oh my GOD! This is a little warm up writing of Tim as i’ve never written him before so feel free to leave feedback!!

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A golden retriever and a memory

Description: You make Dean stop at a ‘build a bear’ during an outing and he stuffs a bear with feelings attached.

No warnings

"We really dont have time for this"

Dean grumbled as he followed behind her. They both waded through the crowded mall. They were on a case right now and while Sam played FBI elsewhere, Dean was here, in a mall, with her. He hated places like this. They always smelled like bad B.O and greasy food, even too greasy for Dean, which said a lot.

"It won't take but ten minutes" She begs, tugging him through the last bit of bustle before they arrive at the build a bear shop.

It was at the end of the mall and to the left and even though it was a popular store, it wasn't as full as some of the other stores in this corner.

"What the hell is a 'build a bear' anyway?" Dean asks, eyeing the carton bear on the sign above the door. It gave him the creeps.

She rolls her eyes, she was 22 now, but she'd always love stuffies and those alike. She was a child at heart, and she knew deep down, Dean was too. It's why they were so close.

"You... build a bear?" She looks back at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Ha Ha very funny, I figured that but why are we here?" He presses.

She sighs. "Just- I-..." She stammers and her eyes fall to the floor, then look past Dean as if she's trying not to get flustered.

Dean leans his head forward and raises a brow in question as she fumbles over her words.

"When you and Sam don't bring me along on your hunts... I worry. It gets scary at the bunker alone, especially with the angels at war with one another and the demons just as bad. I worry about you and Sam"

Her words come clear and study now and Dean can tell she really means what she says.

"I hate not knowing if you're alright Dean" She looks up at him now, her eyes big and emotional. "I love you, both of you" She smiles weakly.

Dean's heart tugs at her last words. He loved her too. She was like the annoying, smart, crazy little sister he'd never had. That, or a daughter he'd never have. He cared about her too much to bring her along on most hunts. They were too dangerous and after Charlie... He couldn't risk it, he couldn't risk her.

"I uh, me too kid" Dean says softly. "But... what does that have to do with us... building a bear?" He asks.

She smirks. "I'm glad you asked"

Inside, every color Dean has ever seen overtakes his vision. He glances all about the store, his eyes wandering over all sorts of stuffed animals, all empty and awaiting an owner to stuff and love them. His eyes land on a dog plush, a little golden retriever that reminds him of a dog he wanted as a kid. His heart tugs with emotion, just a little though, just enough to make him pause and take a moment.

She glances back when she notices he's not right behind her.

"Dean?"

Her eyes follow his to the little yellow dog. She walks over to it and picks it up by the head, it's empty body flops out.

"Childhood dog?" she asks.

Dean shakes his head, taking the pup from her. "I wish" A bittersweet smile draws across his face.

"No dogs allowed?"

He shakes his head once more, "Never had a home long enough for us to have a dog" He says.

She eyes the plush for a moment more before taking it towards the center of the room. Dean's eyes follow it for a moment before it disappears behind her, a childlike longing to hold it once more fills him and just as he's about to bury it down, he sees a little boy laugh with excitement as his father lifts him up to reach one of the dogs. Tears wet the corners of his eyes and he blinks them away before turning after her.

As he approaches her, he forces out a laugh. "This place is definitely something. Aren't we a little too old for this?"

She shrugs. "I don't care, I love it" She grins. "See that thing?"

She points to the large spinning thing in the center of the room. It holds lots of stuffing for what Dean can only assume will fill all these stuffed animals. It spins like a cotton candy maker and he remembers a time that John had taken them to a fair in a town they were passing through. He got Dean and Sammy each their own cotton candy.

"Here, go up to that lady there and tell her you want this one" She shoves the dog into his arms and before he can protest, she shoves him forward.

"Hello mister! Welcome to Build a Bear, did you find everything you needed today?" She asks with an overly exaggerated smile.

Dean stands there frozen, his eyes dart from her to the dog in his hands. "I uh- yes"

"Great! Just hand me that little guy and we'll get started.

Once I say go, stand on that button over there and I'll stuff this guy for you!"

Dean stares blankly for a moment before shuffling over to the button. He waits and when she says go, he steps down. He watches as the little golden dog slowly fills into shape.

"And... stop!"

Dean steps off the button.

She points to a bin full of little felt hearts.

"Would you like to give your friend here a heart?" She asks.

Dean looks to the bin full of hearts, his mind almost in autopilot as he glances back to her.

"Uh" He exhales awkwardly. "Yeah, sure" He reaches out and takes a heart.

"Great! Now comes the fun part! Take the heart and hold it to yours" She motions to her heart as she explains.

Dean slowly follows her instruction. He lifts the little felt heart to his own.

"Now rub it against your heart to give it lots of love" She says.

Dean was unsure of how much love he had left in there, but he rubs it against his chest anyways.

"Give it a kiss and hand it to me!"

Dean glances around the shop before rolling his eyes and kissing it quickly so that no one else sees. He hands it over to her and she shoves it into the open back of the plushy.

He watches as the woman shoves the heart into the back, and then ties the dog's seams together perfectly. It was as if she'd done this for years. Hell, maybe she had, he was beginning to see how someone might actually like to work here.

"He's all done!" She smiles and hands him the golden retriever.

Dean eyes it for a moment, his thumb brushes over the chest fluff and he wonders how his childhood might have been changed if he had a real furry friend.

Dean thanks the lady and walks back around the room.

"So? How was it?"

She stands at the opposite corner smiling at him with a wide grin. There was no use in hiding that fact that he enjoyed it now, she already knew.

"It was... something. I had no clue this was a job, I mean, imagine working here all day, it wouldn't be half bad" He says.

She smiles up at him, his eyes spark with something she'd never seen before, something new and yet, very old at the same time. Child like wonder.

"I uh, Thanks for makin' me stop here" He says, looking down at the dog in his hand.

"So... Why a dog?" She asks.

Dean shrugs. "I don't know, never had one I guess" He shrugs.

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Found father | Logan Howlett

Description: Platonic fem!reader x Logan and how he would be as a father figure (using the found father trope for this) <3

I have major daddy issues (if there’s a chance i can write the ‘grumpy old man and traumatized little girl’ trope, i will) so here are my head canons for Logan as a comfort figure/father figure

🧸ྀི When you are sad, Logan loses all gruffness to him and becomes the ultimate soft dad

🧸ྀི When you have nightmares he is right by your side, soothing you with soft whispers and gentle arms. He holds you close during the aftermath and will often kiss your head throughout.

🧸ྀི If he is out and about and he sees something that reminds him of his girl, he will not hesitate to buy it.

🧸ྀི His favorite thing you do is when you tell him about your day or about your special interests, he adores being important enough to hear it all.

🧸ྀི He wont tell you, but he will check on you every night before bed.

🧸ྀི Logan reads you bedtime stories every night that he is home

🧸ྀི If he is off on a mission, you find it harder to sleep

🧸ྀི He calls you things like Kiddo, Sweetheart, kid, and of course Bub.

🧸ྀི When you are quiet or something is wrong, he is the first to notice.

🧸ྀི If you have trauma, he knows about it and has already located the person or people responsible. He is ready to deal with them, you just have to say the word

🧸ྀི If it was your father who hurt you, Logan is extra careful not to do anything you say that he did.

🧸ྀི He holds you close in his arms when you hug.

🧸ྀི Once during a nightmare while you were trying to calm him and wake him, he accidentally cut you.

🧸ྀི He spent the rest of the night apologizing even though you promised it was alright.

🧸ྀི He is the best dad you could have ever wanted, and he's never been happier to share his life with someone.

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Marvel m.list

I’m new to Marvel so until i watch and learn, i’ll be writing the characters i know enough <3

Deadpool cuddles (hc) ~ no spoilers for DP and wolverine, SFW, fluff

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Cuddling Deadpool | headcanons

Description: SFW headcanons about cuddling Wade Wilson (Deadpool) No spoilers for DP and Wolverine

The new movie has brought me back from writers slump so here we are. There will be a Wolverine version of this i am sure.

- Wade lacks a softness that at first, was hard on your relationship.

- Being a soft natured person, you found his insensitivity to be very frustrating.

- He always had some caddy, rude, or even downright offensive thing to say, and sometimes even you, his own girlfriend, were a victim to his behavior.

- Cuddling was no exception. It was something that until you, he really didn’t care for.

- After Vanessa, he had returned to his roots: Sex, one night stands, and more sex. It was just easier.

- You reintroduced his softer side to him, it took loads of work, but slowly you saw him blossoming into someone a little better.

- So, how cuddling with Wade (in an established relationship) would go:

- Wade is the one who usually initiates a cuddle sesh.

- He’s usually overly flirty, suggestive, and needy.

- “Cmonnnn work can wait, this can’t” He gestures to all of him.

- His cuddles are warm, he’s bigger than you and his arms feel like shields, protecting you from all harm.

- He’s usually the big spoon, but on special occasions or days when he feels a little less assertive, you take that role.

- He’d sulk over to you, over exaggerating his movements as he slumps into your open arms.

- “I’m so the bottom tonight” He’d mutter. Almost but not quite ruining the wholesome moment.

- He’s unusually sweet when cuddling though, especially if you’re having a bad day.

- He usually notices when you’re having a rough day by judging your response to one of his jokes.

- “Uh oh- someone needs a hugggg” He teases (gently this time). “C’mere baby” He’d hold his arms open, gesturing you closer with a hand wave.

- He holds you so snuggly, you don’t feel like you’re going to fall apart anymore.

- While cuddling, he typically leaves kisses on your forehead, cheeks, or neck… but depending on the mood; other areas.

- After a fight, you often clean him up, taking a warm rag and soapy water and dabbing the bloody cuts and bruises gently.

- He looks at you with the most lovey and gentle expression you’ve ever seen, every time. A soft smile on his face.

- It’s like he can’t believe that he’s found someone so caring and accepting of someone like him.

- Sometimes, in a moment of seriousness, he’ll reach up, grab your wrist, lean into your touch a bit further and say something like “Thank you”

- It always takes you a moment to recover from. When he’s sweet, he’s the sweetest man you’ve ever known.

- Something you’ve developed together that you do every time you cuddle is a forehead touch. You’ll usually fall asleep that way.

- Overall he gives 10/10 cuddles, you feel so warm and safe in his arms.

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Welcome to the Last Light Inn | Drabble

This is super short, but the conversation popped into my head and i had to write it down! Welcome to the dynamic of my main party … I love these guys sm<3

No warnings, only Astarion being himself.

The Last Light Inn.

“Sounds painfully tragic if you ask me, the last light? Talk about a lack of optimism” Astarion sneers.

Fae and her newfound friends had been traveling for weeks now, camping in forests, old ruins, and even beneath mushrooms in the Underdark. They were running out of resources by now, they needed this place.

Fae looks back to the elf. “This is good for us, Star. We need to be on our best behavior”

“Oh- Well don’t look at me” Astarion places his hand over his heart in offense.

Fae’s brow lifts. She glances to Gale and Karlach, who are both chattering about the beautiful architecture of the small village before them.

“And who else do you suppose I should be looking at?” She prods.

Astarion scoffs, and the travelers make their way toward the Last Light Inn.

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Druid!Tav x Astarion | Cat cuddles

Description: How the kitty cuddles began between Tav and Astarion!

Tav had always been anxious. From the moment they met, Astarion could see right through her exaggerated kindness and fumbled words.

As a druid, Tav found comfort in knowing that at any given moment, she could wildshape into a form other than herself.

When she felt intimidated, the wolf was her choice. When she felt insecure or sad, a cat was preferred.

Astarion noticed this early on in their journey. After returning to camp from a stressful battle, she’d check on everyone and then disappear.

He once caught a glimpse of a tail slinking onto the forest behind camp. Curious, and well, rather hungry and bored, he followed it.

Upon finding the creature, he was quickly disappointed to discover that it was simply Tav, not a quick ‘after-battle snack’.

A grin crawled across his face and he revealed himself from behind the tree. “Hunting mice, are we?” he cooed.

Tav’s tail shot up, rearing around in fright. Her eyes calmed after a moment. Her head tilted in confusion, almost as if to ask how’d you know?

Astarion simply chuckled. “You may be able to change your appearance, but your eyes are still as emerald as ever.” He sighed. “Too pretty for a feline, don’t you agree?”

Tav simply meowed in response, making her way toward the elf, paws gently pressing against the forest floor, crunching leaves below.

Astarion watched as she made her way closer. He always had a soft spot for cats, for whatever reason that may be… and this wasn’t helping him with his plan to use her for protection.

He sighed, kneeling down and rolling his eyes. “There there” He glanced around before sitting against the tree.

Tav hesitates, but takes this as a sign to proceed. She places a paw onto his leg.

“Come for a cuddle?” He whispers, weakly attempting to hide the growing warmth in his chest, he brings a hand up and hesitantly lays it on her head.

Tav purrs.

Astarion recalls a time not so long ago where she had wildshaped into this form mid battle by accident. The enemy learned one thing that day; never underestimate even the cuddliest of creatures.

“Well, at least you purr for me” He says now.

Tav scoffs the best way a cat can.

After these events, it becomes a regular thing. Through the months they travel together the two grow closer and often share nights of peaceful quiet, Tav purring in the vampires lap, and him sparing her comforting scratches and pats.

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Buried feelings | Astarion x Tav

Description: Astarion recalls being buried alive when Tav finds a man in the graveyard suffering the same fate. This leads to lots of emotions he isn’t sure what to do with.

Not anyone could say they’ve been buried alive. Even fewer could say that they’d been buried alive for a year. Astarion wondered if anyone else at all could say that. He could. Sometimes he had nightmares of being back in that coffin.

Sometimes it only took the smell of freshly dug dirt, or a stroll past a graveyard to stir the dread deep within. He hated how weak these simple things made him feel.

Earlier today, Tav led them through the graveyard in the lower city. Karlach found her parents gravestones and said a few words to them. Astarion wasn’t sure what he believed, but he could tell she felt the things she spoke.

On their way out, they noticed a freshly filled grave, a pipe stuck from the mound, and Gale was the first to notice the faint cries for help that erupted from it. As Tav dug into the shallow grave, Astarion’s throat tightened, his mouth grew dry, and he fought the urge to look away as the all too familiar feeling crept into him.

“It’s probably nothing, we should just go” He scowled, a glint of desperation flicked across his face.

“Star, if someone’s in there…” She gave him a look, the same look one would give when begging their beloved to keep a stray puppy or kitten, and despite how badly he wanted to be anywhere else right now, a sigh escaped him, and he submitted.

“Go on then, since you need to be everyone’s hero” Astarion grumbled, guilt running through him at the hurt expression that crossed Tav’s face. He meant to speak those words more softly just now.

The shovel soon came into contact with something hard. Surely enough, a coffin. Karlach helped Tav pry the lid open, before it could even open half way, a man shot up, nearly knocking the two back onto their arse. He gasped for air, clenching his chest as panic filled his frantic gaze.

Astarion stayed back while the other’s spoke with the stranger, asking him all sorts of questions and receiving few answers. His mind was elsewhere, it was distant and stuck. He couldn’t help but feel anger. Why hadn’t anyone noticed him? Not once during all those years did anyone come to his rescue, not a single God, not an angel such as his beloved Tav, no one. For a year, he waited, cried, and begged. Screaming as loud as he could until his voice was but a rasp and he swore he could taste blood.

Suddenly, tears were gathered at the corners of his eyes, glistening in the sunlight, they threatened to fall as he looked upon the man they’d saved. The man with a second chance at life so much earlier than Astarion had been given his.

Tav was finally satisfied with the explanation the man gave her as to why he had been buried, and she turned. Astarion watched as the man scurried off into the bustling city, gifted another chance at life. Surely he wouldn’t waste it on getting into squabbles with the higher ups.

“Gods, what an idiot” Tav scoffed, earning nods of agreement from Gale and Karlach.

“Can’t believe the things we run into sometimes” Karlach chuckled.

Astarion remained quiet, and it wasn’t until he felt Tav’s eyes on him that he spoke. He quickly fixed himself, his face fell, his eyes rolled and he spoke.

“Are you quite done saving every sad sop you come across?”

Karlach and Gale laughed and walked on, they were tired and heading back to camp. Astarion began to follow, but Tav stopped him, her hand gently grabbing his arm.

“Star…”

“I’m fine, love” He affirmed, his typical response to her pity. Pulling away from her grip, he takes off in camp’s direction.

-

The sun had begun to set. The smell of Gale’s stew traveled through the air, exciting those who actually ate in camp. Tav sits by the fire, listening as Lae’zel and Shadowheart discuss the gods and other religions. She couldn’t help but smile at their relationship and how it had gone from hate to well… whatever they were now.

As the others in camp chatter and buzz about the day’s adventures, Tav feels a sudden emptiness where someone is missing. Astarion. She stands, brushing herself off as she glances around camp. Her vampire companion was no where to be seen, so she knew where he must be.

“Star?” Tav pushes the flap of his tent open and finds him lying in the dark with only a candle by his side.

She creeps inside, letting the flap close, leaving the sun behind as she settles next to him.

“Talk to me”

Astarion’s eyes flick from the fire to his hand, then back again. “I’m fine”

Tav raises an eyebrow, her disbelief so strong that Astarion can feel it, and he sits up. “That’s not true.”

Astarion shoots her a look, but it falls short when he sees the genuine concern in her eyes. “It’s nothing” He had lost all fight in disguising the discomfort that lie deep in his heart.

Tav sighs and she scoots closer, when he doesn’t scuffle away in disgust, she settles close to him. He was doing it again, shutting down. He did this when things were too much in his head, he locked himself within. It was the only way he knew, the only escape.

“Is this about earlier? That silly man who got himself buried alive?”

He doesn’t move and that answers her question. Tav’s heart breaks. Gods, how she wishes she were around back then, how she wishes she could have found him. She’d have dug him up with her bare hands if that were all she had.

“My sweet, you know i’d have come for you, you know i’d have saved you in a heartbeat”

Astarion’s lips part, anger sparks like a dying fire inside him. “You… You didn’t though” he frowns, eyeing her as guilt sets in, he knows it was impossible, that she didn’t know, and a part of him fears he didn’t deserve to be saved, not then and not now.

His voice wavers as he speaks, “No one did.”

He knew he couldn’t blame Tav for the abandonment, yet a part of him seethed. It clawed at him from the inside. He wondered if she’d ever passed him in the streets of Baldur’s Gate, if she’d have noticed the lifelessness in his eyes as he gazed her hungrily. If she’d have turned and ran from him and his plans to take her into the night, back to Cazador like many others before.

Tav reaches out and places her hand onto his cheek, she rubs her thumb gently underneath his eye, just across his cheekbone.

“You know, some people don’t deserve to be saved”

Her words send an ache through him, the next words she’d speak would surely come with a heaviness. He didn’t either, did he?

“But you? You deserve it most” She hums

With this, he leans into her touch, warmth spreads across his face and into his limbs and he nearly goes weak under her skin. His hand slips around her wrist and he holds her there, taking in her scent, listening as her blood runs through her veins.

“It gets better, i promise” she whispers, pulling him into her arms, she leans back and he lays atop her, his arm around her neck as he hugs into her body.

“You seem so sure” He hums, inhaling deeply from her neck.

“As long as i’m here, i’ll make sure” Tav hums, placing a kiss atop his curly hair.

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Hi I I just wanted to say that I love everything about the way you write Astarion and the things you write for him. That man deserves to feel all of the good happy warm things and I love that you write him feeling those things and wow my heart is just so full now

OOHH 😭🫶🏻 Thank you so much for saying this it makes me smile so much i am so so happy you love how i write him. His character means a great deal to me and he so does deserve the love and affection. Thank you!

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Baldurs Gate 3 Master list

Welcome to my BG3 master list!

This game has quickly become my comfort game. It’s beautiful graphics and gameplay have me captivated and so has a particular pale elf…

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ I only write for Astarion at the moment but if i ever will myself to romance someone else i’ll add them! ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

>ᵥ_ᵥ< enjoy!

Astarion

A pair of safe arms ~ Astarion laying in Tav's arms where he feels safe and cared for, something he isn't used to. Cuddling, fluff, all that lovely stuff.

A gentle love for a restless soul ~ Tav and Astarion relish in one another’s presence on a warm summer afternoon.

An unexpected comfort ~ Tav is feeling down and Astarion sees her crying. Then offers comfort to his best ability.

His new favorite color ~ Tav and Astarion are laying together one night when she tells him what she thinks the color of his eyes were before being turned

Gentle touches and soft whispers ~ Tav washes Astarion’s hair

Roses ~ Tav and Star are at a flower market when it hits him how safe he feels. (soft, happy Astarion, sweet tav, soft fluffy feels)

Buried Feelings ~ Astarion recalls being buried alive when Tav finds a man in the graveyard suffering the same fate. This leads to lots of emotions he isn’t sure what to do with.

Druid tav cat cuddles with Astarion ~ Headcanons, comfort, fluff, soft Astarion!

Drabbles

Welcome to the Last Light Inn ~ A very short conversation between my main party, + sassy Astarion

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Roses | Astarion x Tav

Description: Tav and Star are at a flower market when it hits him how safe he feels. (soft, happy Astarion, sweet tav, soft fluffy feels)

A century had passed since Astarion felt like this. There wasn’t an ounce of weight on his shoulders, the sun kissed his skin delicately, and the wind tussled his hair.

Astarion pauses, letting Tav go ahead. Now that he thinks of it, he isn’t sure if he’s ever felt this way at all before… The word lingers at the back of his mind, nameless. He searches his mind for a title to this strange feeling and suddenly Tav turns to him with a smile, a fresh bouquet of roses in her hand, and it hits him. Safe. He feels safe.

There are no tadpoles in his head, the sun is simply warm—not unbearable, and she’s here. His tav, his sweet Tav. Standing across the market, waving roses his way in excitement. It was adorable, she was adorable. No, she was perfect. The way the sunlight complemented her freckles, drawing more out as the day went on, the way her smile grew all the more crooked when she wasn’t trying to hide it.

Astarion found himself lost in her, time and time again. What a strange feeling this was, to feel his love grow rather than flicker out like a faulty light bulb.

“Star?”

Her nickname for him, or rather a shortened version of his name, pulls him from his mind.

“Everything alright?”

He nods, striding toward her. “Yes love, just… admiring these lovely roses” He grins, and relaxes a bit as she calms, her worried expression replaced with one of excitement once more.

“Oh! Yes i thought they were absolutely beautiful, too beautiful” She says, admiring them closely once again.

Astarion’s gaze doesn’t falter, it remains fixated on her face, his eyes trace every detail they can find. “…Yes my sweet, too beautiful”.

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Gentle touches and soft whispers | Astarion

Description: Tav washes Astarion’s hair by the river

| fluff, fem!tav, soft Astarion, gentle tav |

It was a cool summer morning. The sun had only begun to climb its way into the sky, bidding the moon farewell as it rose. Birds sang, soft snores could be heard from tents around camp. They’d be sleeping well into the morning after the battle they’d had yesterday.

Tav and Astarion were by the river. The rising golden light gleamed off the water and reflected onto their faces. Astarion soaked in it’s warmth, letting it course through his body entirely, every inch of him craving the sun’s kiss.

Tav sat behind him with a small bottle of shampoo in her hand. She gently cupped some water from her bucket onto Astarion’s head. It streamed down his neck and onto his bare back.

“I hope it isn’t too cold” She hums, squeezing a few drops of shampoo into her palm, she reaches up and begins to massage it into his hair.

Astarion shakes his head, words found it hard to escape him as he sat beneath her, eyes focused on the rippling lake before them. His mind raced, but his heartbeat calmed. Her touch was gentle and electric all at once, stirring a feeling of sadness and comfort inside his chest.

“No It’s... It’s perfect, my sweet” He says quietly, the usual spunk in his voice absent.

Tav continues to lather the soap into his tangly curls, which now hang just above his eyes, damp and heavy. “Talk to me, Star”

He thought for a second, wondering what the matter was. He didn’t truly know, just that he felt a sadness.

“No one’s ever done something like this for me before” He chuckles, realizing how pathetic and inexperienced he must sound. “A soft touch; one full of love and adoration... has never come to me willingly… not without a price” He looks down.

Tav’s eyes soften, she reaches down and dunks the bowl into the bucket. “Chin up” She whispers, her finger falls under his chin gently and Astarion obeys.

“You know…” Tav pauses for a moment, her hand still cupping his chin. She leans around and their eyes meet. Soft sadness mingles with gentle comfort. Astarion’s face looked even more beautiful when his hair was wet and out of the way, she thinks. She presses her lips into his temple, planting a soft kiss from there, to his cheek.

“I wash your hair, I hold your hand, I kiss you...” She holds his face, her thumb gently brushing over his cheekbone. “Simply for the fact that I want to. Not because I expect anything in return” She soothes, leaning back, she pours the water over his head, rinsing the shampoo.

Astarion parts his lips, but no words come out. He thinks that if he hadn’t already cried every tear out of his body a century ago, that some would form right about now.

“Thank you...” He says finally, a softness lacing his voice. “I... I don’t know what to say”

“You don’t need to say anything” Tav says, “Just sit there and be you” She smiles. “It’s all rinsed by the way” She ruffles his wet hair.

Astarion isn’t sure how he got so lucky. He hates to think, had they met in other circumstances, Tav would have been an easy victim to lead to Cazador. He wouldn’t have blinked an eye while handing her over. Yet in this reality, the very thought sickens him. The thought of how terribly Cazador would treat his sweet Tav, how easy her kindness and softness would get her eternally punished. It sent a shudder through him.

“You’re too nice, darling” He turns to face her, their knees touch and he grabs her hands into his. “It will be the death of me”.

Tav smiles, then she shakes her head. “I disagree”

“Why is that, love?”

“Well, when we first met you weren’t exactly... nice to me” She chuckles.

“But with my outstanding persistence and shrouds of kindness… Well, you’ve gotten pretty soft, Astarion” She winks and watches his face contort into a disgusted expression and she laughs. “You know it’s true”

Astarion rolls his eyes, “I’m hardly soft, pet” Astarion tuts, “It’s only for you” He smirks.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way” Tav smiles.

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His new favorite color | Astarion x Fem!Tav

Description | Tav and Astarion are laying together one night when she tells him what she thinks the color of his eyes were before being turned

Contains | fluff fluff fluff!! Gentle Tav, soft Astarion, Astarion getting the love he deserves :(

Rain taps atop Astarion’s tent and slides down, corrupting other droplets and dragging them down as new ones form. The wind is sharp and cool, the smell of rain lingers in the air and a chill runs through the camp.

She and Astarion lie together, their faces just inches apart. Their lips quivering like magnets fighting to remain apart. Their eyes trail over one another’s face. She had her arm draped over his side, as if it ensured that he were forever hers, that tomorrow wouldn’t come and sweep this moment under the rug like so many before it. Their legs were tangled, the warmth radiating from her body and into his, slowly warming his cool skin.

Astarion had forgotten what warmth felt like before she’d come along. He didn’t have a single memory of his body ever touching someone else’s without there being strings attached.

She brings her hand up to his face, gently her fingers make contact with his cheekbone and she runs them along his jaw, feeling the structure of his bones, studying them, like he were priceless art aching to be admired.

Astarion breathes in at her touch and his heart flutters, but his mind races and he frowns at her.

“What are you doing?” He asks, his voice only a whisper.

Her eyes flick across his face as she takes him in. “I was just thinking” She murmurs, she finally returns his gaze, red meets hazel, and time stills.

Confusion rises in his chest. She was always like this, poetic and mysterious. Rarely ever was a straight answer given to him. He sometimes wondered why she chose him instead of Gale... These damned poets.

“Spit it out then, my love” He quips. He was visibly growing impatient; slightly uncomfortable with all this gawking.

She lowers her hand, resting it back at his side. “I was just recalling a conversation we had just months ago, and I couldn’t help but start to wonder what color your eyes were... you know, before” She says.

Astarion’s lips part, his eyes shifting to a look of offense. “You know I-“

“I know you don’t remember, Star” She calms him, her thumb rubbing gently at his hip. “I was picturing you- well your face, with many colors. I even thought of a few colorful ones” She smiles, chuckling through her nose softly, his hair flutters in her exhale.

Astarion stays silent, his frustrated look now softened slightly. He arches an eyebrow and listens.

“However...” She continues to rub unimportant shapes into him gently. He got so offended sometimes, and every time she stayed calm, every time she didn’t return the attitude like so many before... It healed him just a little.

“I think I’ve figured it out, I bet you they were green”

Astarion’s eyes flick away from hers in thought. He supposes green doesn’t sound so bad.

“Perhaps... but why green?” He asks.

“Because, well...”

Astarion scoffs, “Are you going to get all poetic and sad on me, Darling?”

“You know you love it” She smiles.

A small smile draws onto his face, mimicking hers. It is nearly hidden in the flickering light.

“I think they were green because when I look you, it just makes sense. It doesn’t

matter how you looked before. Green eyes would still fit you now, like they always had so long ago. You are now, who you were then. Before Cazador, before being bitten... Deep down, my sweet, sweet Astarion, your soul still remains”.

Astarion’s face had fallen from curious to blank at some point while she spoke those words to him. In the corner of his eyes, lay tears that threatened to pour down his pale cheeks.

“Well then... that tops your most poetic moment yet” He grins, his weak attempt at hiding the quiver in his voice fails.

“Oh- Star... I’m sorry” She brings her hand up to cup his face, her thumb wiping at the corner of his eyes. Astarion reaches up and holds her hand against his face, lean- ing in, a small smile forms. He closes his eyes, and a single tear manages to squeeze out.

“Dammed you poets” He croaks.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry” She frowns, her heart breaking at the sight. She’d never seen him cry, and she truly thought she might never live to see the day.

Astarion pulls her hand from his face and kisses it, one of his fangs poke her gently. “You need not be sorry... If I’m being honest, that was the nicest thing anyone has... ever said to me” He says, his words as genuine as they’d ever been.

“I meant it”

Astarion nods, “I know” There’s sincerity in his tone and it makes her feel safe. “Hells, c’mere my sweet” He sniffs, reaching around her waist he tugs her close until their chests are flush against each other.

Shortly, they had fallen into a deep rest. Their breathing became slow and synced.

They stayed together, awaiting a new morning, slightly less scared of what tomorrow held. And soon, Astarion would find that green was his new favorite color.

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Not a request but a thank you for all your writing♥️♥️ I love how you write characters it makes it feel so real. Never stop!!

this made me tear up!! thank you so much, writing is my passion and fictional characters have always helped me and comforted me so much, so this truly means everything to me! 🩷☺️

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An unexpected comfort | Fem!Tav x Astarion

Description | Tav (you) is feeling down and Astarion sees her crying. Then offers comfort to his best ability.

Contains | Sad Tav, soft Astarion, Astarion being the bestest comfort character that he is <3

The day had been exhausting. her heart ached with every beat and her lungs expanded and collapsed in shudders.

There were so many things wrong, her mind raced as it tried to pick one thing to cry about, but instead, she cried about it all. About her family, about her past, about the tadpoles that she and her newfound friends dealt with. she cried, and she didn’t care who heard her, nothing mattered right now.

Footsteps shuffled around the camp, Gale and Wyll muttered things about spells and she saw Lae’zel and Shadowheart having yet another heated discussion, most likely about their beliefs, which were far opposite of the other’s.

A twig snaps behind her and she knows who it is before they speak. Astarion.

“Hello my sweet- oh” his voice falls flat, faint concern laced in the ‘oh’ as he spoke. His head tilts in confusion before he rounds the fire, sitting just across from her.

“Is… something the matter?”

She sniffs, reaching up to wipe the tears from her eyes, but instead, they smear and glisten in the fires light.

“Ah ah-“ He tuts, “I wouldn’t try that. I already saw them. Tears, big ones…” his voice softening just a little.

She frowns at the vampire, unsure of his intentions. He could be toying with her for all she knew, but she didn’t have the energy to sift through the underlying meaning of his concern.

Astarion frowns, and there’s a smile on his face, one of his sly, terribly hard to read smiles.

“You know…”

For a moment, she thinks he’s about to come onto her, that some sick part of him finds her tears arousing… enticing. Her glare becomes more fierce.

He takes a sharp breath and continues, “This isn’t like you, not at all actually” He declares, absolutely sure of his statement.

Her eyes remain like daggers into him as she speaks. “You don’t know me”

Astarion looks away, there’s truth behind her words. “No, but i watch you”

Her eyes widen.

“Not in some- weird way—“ He quickly adds. There’s a pause, his eyes scan over her face with a sense of longing. “I’m self centered… but not so much that i can’t notice a beautiful creature right in front of me” He smiles.

She remains silent, her brow twitches upward slightly, as if she’s expecting more.

Astarion sighs, “Look, i just mean that from what i’ve observed, you aren’t the type to keep your problems to yourself. I see you chat with Gale from time to time… So, chat with me”.

Her eyes soften slightly and as she opens her mouth to speak, the dried tears stretch across her cheeks uncomfortably. “I don’t know how to describe it” She mumbles.

The vampire stays quiet, waiting patiently. He watches as she chuckles weakly.

“I am haunted by my past, by my father, by my mother’s pain” She croaks, her words coming out in cracked versions of themselves. “But mostly, I am terrified that I will fail you all, that we will become monsters and I will have to die knowing I couldn’t save anyone”.

Astarion blinks at her slowly, this behavior resembling that of a cat. It makes her smile just a little, she’d always found the elf to be most beautiful, but tonight, under the starlit sky and behind the dancing flames, he was astonishing.

“See? You’ve no idea what to say to me now, do you?” She asks, her words heavy with hurt.

Astarion’s eyes fall from her, he runs his tongue along his top teeth, stopping at his fang as he thinks.

“Come to my tent tonight” He finally says, his eyes back to hers.

She blinks at him, frustration boiling up inside her. “Excuse me?”

“No- No!” Astarion closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “I’m not… always on about that, you know. I just meant, once everyone is asleep come to my tent and we will talk about these worries you burden… unless you’d rather speak with gale” He says, using a mocking tone to speak Gale’s name.

She chuckles, her heart finally feels lighter for the first time in weeks. This was the last thing she’d expected to happen tonight, especially from Astarion, but she couldn’t be more grateful.

“Okay…” She nods. “I’ll see you tonight”.

Astarion stands and dusts himself off. “Now get yourself up, the ground is absolutely filthy after a rain like we just had” He says, his usual sass back in full swing.

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Authors note; could someone please let me know if i capture his character well, and if he’s in character at all? Astarion is a very interesting character to write and a bit difficult, but i’m learning as i play the game <3