#gale x aurelia

[chaoticlicense]

"I would choose you a thousand times over if it meant I could spend a lifetime in your embrace." - Gale to Aurelia

(I am so normal about these two...so normal...)

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Lavender and Starflower (Mobster AU) – Chapter 8

The Dekarios Clan reigns over Waterdeep as the city’s protector for centuries. Suddenly, the Clan gets challenged by Cazador, the head of the Szarr Clan that rules over Baldur’s Gate. Of course, such an attack won’t be tolerated and the intruder must be forced back and out of the City of Splendors. While fixing destroyed protection sigils, Gale, wizard prodigy and heir of the Dekarios Clan, meets a charming stranger called Astarion. And Gale makes the biggest mistake of his life; he invites the pale elf into his home.

Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of violence, angst, emotional rollercoaster, PTSD responses, panic attack, mobster AU

I was inspired to start writing this fic when I saw this artwork by @arczism

This is obviously an AU that isn't related to my other work.

"Why does it take you so damn long?" hissed Aurelia.

"It's not easy to smuggle an unconscious wizard out of Waterdeep's safest building. I need more time to lure him out of his home!" countered Astarion.

"Just do your damn job! Master's getting impatient!"

"Well then, he should go and grab the wizard himself!"

"Astarion! How dare you!" growled Aurelia enraged. "Master's busy!"

"Ha! He always is!"

The tiefling glared at the elf. Then, a mean smirk appeared on her face.

"You can badmouth Master all you want, soon, you'll pay for it. Because I know something you don't."

Astarion immediately sobered up.

"And what's that?" he asked, alarmed. Aurelia's grin got bigger.

"As we speak, Master's on the way. He'll be here in a couple of hours and then... you'll pay for your disobedience, brother."

She had warbled the last sentence in a singsong-y way, far too pleased with herself. Astarion felt dread crawling into every cell of his undead body. Fear and panic started clawing at him.

"I'll explain the situation to him," Astarion forced out. "Master will understand my struggles. He won't punish me for trying to follow his order."

"We'll see," the other vampire spawn said cruelly and left Astarion alone in the foyer of the safe house.

The latter started to shake. Cazador was coming. He was on the way. Here, soon. Here, in Waterdeep.

Upon a moment ago, it all had felt like an abstract concept. Seduce the wizard. Collar him. Abduct him. Let Cazador have his fun with him. Easy-peasy. But now, it suddenly became a reality.

Astarion swallowed and kept shaking as he rushed out of the house. Clutching the teleportation stone, he whispered: "Gale Dekarios, Archmage of Waterdeep."

Instantly, Astarion found himself in the safest building on the Sword Coast. He stowed away the device in his trousers pocket and stepped into Gale's suite, inhaling deeply, and smiled. He was safe again. Lavender, cedarwood, sandalwood and... lilac? Alarmed, he whirled around, fangs bared.

"Hello, Astarion, nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you and got curious," spoke a female voice, low and warm.

Oh, shit.

Astarion swallowed around the sudden lump of panic in his throat and forced his most charming smile onto his face.

"Good evening. Morena Dekarios, I assume?" he drawled, voice syrupy and flirty.

The woman snorted – a very unladylike noise that made her be in Astarion’s good books immediately – and stepped closer. Thanks to his darkvision and the lit fireplace, the vampire spawn could see her clearly now.

Gale was Morena's mirror image and her demeanour truly was intimidating. The head of the Dekarios Clan and Archmage of Waterdeep narrowed her sharp eyes, lips pressed into a thin line. She clearly wasn't amused.

"Drop the act, Astarion. I won't fall for it. I'm not as easily charmed as my kind-hearted son."

"To be fair, it took a while to make him fall for me," the vampire spawn tried to joke, but it fell flat under Morena's dagger-staring look. Alright then.

Astarion sighed, running a hand through his hair, and asked: "What would you like to know?"

"What do you want from my son? And don't tell me that you met 'by accident'. I know that's a lie." Morena stabbed a long finger into Astarion's chest, making him wince. She was rather strong for a human. But it shouldn't surprise him. It's well-known that mothers can turn into scary beasts when they feel like their children are being threatened.

"You're getting close to Gale to get your hands on information about our clan's activities," Morena continued, "and since you're a vampire spawn, you clearly belong to Cazador. What orders did he gave you? Tell me."

At that, Astarion bristled.

"I don't belong to Cazador and I don't give him anything!"

"So, you're telling me it's just a coincidence that you met my son and that you're a vampire spawn despite the fact that half of Cazador's lackeys are spawns too? How dense do you think I am? The timing's too perfect for it to be a coincidence."

"I don't work for Cazador," repeated Astarion stubbornly. "That bastard can rot in the Hells for all I care. I'm only here to cite poetry and fuck your son silly."

Crass way to put it, he knew, but he was curious about Morena's reaction. To his delight and surprise, she only narrowed her eyes at him dangerously, but didn't comment on Astarion's crude words.

"I'm watching you," she hissed. "Gale's the apple of my eye, and if you ever give me a reason to kill you, I'll take it, believe me."

"Oh, I do, Morena." Astarion bestowed her with a disarming smile. "I believe you."

"Good, because this is the only warning I give you. About your orders... I'm aware that spawns sometimes are made unable to tell the truth, thus, I'll put a little spell on you."

Astarion's eyes widened in fear. If Morena found out, he was truly and utterly fucked. He reeled back, trying to get as much space between them as possible.

"No! Stay out of my head! Don't poke around in my mind!" he shouted angrily. Morena watched him, a cruel little smirk on her lips.

"I'm sure you're used to it by now," she told him cold-heartedly. "Your master's surely messing with that pretty little head of yours on a regular basis."

"No! Please! Stay out of my mind!" Astarion stumbled backwards and crashed into a bookshelf. "I'm sick and tired of people controlling me and rummaging through my thoughts and memories!"

"Don't worry, I'm a professional. It won't hurt," promised Morena and lifted her arms. The Weave crackled around her, heavy and bright-blue, and the vampire spawn cried out as he curled into the corner next to the bedroom door and wrapped his arms around his head.

"No! Please!"

"Mum! Stop!"

Astarion's head shot up, vision blurred with tears.

"Gale?" he croaked out.

"Yes, I'm here," came the answer from the same direction where Morena stood. Now, Gale turned towards his mother and hissed: "What are you doing? Astarion's our guest!"

"He's a suspect, that's what he is," replied the addressed sharply. "I told you about Cazador's secret and his lackeys. All I want to do is check that you're safe."

"Mum, please, leave him be. Can't you see he's already traumatised enough?"

"If he isn't one of Cazador's spawns, then, he's perfectly safe here," Morena shot back. "You know that neither the truth spell nor my mindreading are painful."

"Mum, please... leave Astarion be," implored Gale. "He's not a thrall, but a free spawn."

"Are you sure? Did you check?"

"Mum, I'm not five."

"No, but you're in lust right now, which is worse."

"Mum!"

Gale turned crimson and Astarion, despite his unfortunate predicament, couldn't stifle a chuckle.

"Your mother's a fascinating woman," he said, "and as intimidating as you promised."

At that, Morena lifted her brows, but Gale simply shrugged nonchalantly. Finally, she sighed deeply and stepped towards the foyer.

"I trust you with this, Gale, but if he gives me any reason to doubt his innocence –"

"– you'll unleash your motherly wrath on him, I know," smiled the addressed.

Morena sighed again, long-sufferingly, and before she left the suite, she turned towards the vampire spawn, gave him a sickly-sweet smile, and lilted: "It was a pleasure to meet you, Astarion. Until next time."

With an elegant wave of the hand, she vanished through the door. Gale sighed deeply.

"So," he said, "you've met my mother."

And Astarion started to laugh hysterically at the absurdity of it all.

[tragedybunny]

Dance With Me Under the Diamonds, See Me Like Breath in the Cold - Astarion x F!Reader

I've been waiting to write this for some time. I'm absolutely thrilled with it and I hope you think it's beautiful.

Reader and Astarion have come a long way since that meeting on the beach. They've made it all the way to their wedding.

“Where in the hells is Gale?” Astarion fusses while fidgeting with the brocade crimson overcoat he’s wearing. “That man is always late.”

“He’ll be here Love,” you give him a small kiss on his cheek and take his hand, trying your best to keep things calm. "He's not even actually late yet."

“Still haven’t found patience to be a virtue I see,” Shadowheart strolls over to the two of you where you wait under an arbor of night-blooming jasmine, her arm hooked in Lae’zel’s.

“Would you expect any different,” Lae’zel adds a wide smile to her words, an attempt to make it clear she’s joking. The Githyanki has certainly seen her share of change since you met her, really hadn’t you all though?

“While I’m glad you two have finally developed a sense of humor, I’d rather not be the subject of it.” You can feel his agitation rising and it’s your turn to silently plead with the universe for Gale to hurry up.

“Perhaps he’s nervous,” Lae’zel turns to her partner, pretending Astarion isn’t right there fuming.

“I am not!” Before he gets any more worked up, they both pull the pair of you into a sudden embrace, leaving Astarion stuttering and you trying not to giggle at his expense.

“Congratulations you two, we’ll go mingle and pray for Gale’s safety if he’s any later,” The two of them join arms again and make their way back over to the crowd greeting an enthusiastic Mol and her gang of children that’s expanded beyond just the original tieflings. They’re becoming quite the criminal enterprise. There are so many people here, lives you’ve both touched. Originally you’d planned to just stay at your little house for the event, but when more requests to attend kept coming, you had to choose somewhere else. Duke Ravenguard had graciously offered you private use of Bloomridge Park.

“You are nervous, aren’t you,” you whisper mischievously and watch him try to hide it.

“Of course not, I managed to convince you to come this far, now it’s all formality,” your heart skips a beat when he smiles, the tips of fangs peeking out from under his lip. Smiles like that were all too rare when you first met him.

“I don’t recall needing much convincing.” Truthfully, you don’t remember what had brought the subject up, but Astarion had reminded you that it wasn’t a point, legally speaking, as neither of you technically existed.

“It doesn’t have to be in an official record anywhere, it’s just a promise we would make to one another. And we do know the perfect Cleric for a nighttime ceremony.” The way he’d just stood there for a moment you thought you'd said something wrong. Perhaps it was bringing up a Cleric and making it a sworn oath, he didn’t exactly have any love for religion. But then he was dropping to his knees, taking your hands in his, and begging you to be his wife. It was appropriately dramatic for him. And now, here you were, gathered with friends and found family, waiting on a late wizard.

“Brother!” Beside you, Astarion braces and a pale figure collides with him, embracing him tightly

“Hello Dal,” he gingerly returns her hug, as you notice Aurelia remaining a respectful distance behind them. “It’s good to see the both of you too,” he nods in Aurelia’s direction. His relationship with his “siblings” is complicated, but the horror they shared bonds them, and some of them have tried to make a family out of what is left to them. Dalyria seems to be the most persistent, she even had the two of you come visit their home in the Underdark.

“I’m so happy for you Astarion,” she finally releases him but leaves a hand on his arm fondly. “You’ll have to come visit again. I’ll even make Petras promise to behave.”

There’s turmoil in him only you can see, he would love to forget about anything that reminds him of Cazador, but the sisterly love Dal tries to give him is something he’s missed in his life. “At least it will be safer for him that way.”

“Stop,” she smiles and gives him a peck on the cheek. “We’ll talk more later.” As she walks away, Aurelia gives a stiff wave.

“His time is up, he's de-” A flash of light interrupts and when it fades two figures are standing amongst the crowd, a wizard you know well and one you briefly met.

“Sorry for the wait,” Gale begins awkwardly, trying to ignore Astarion’s considerable glare, “we were occupied in a bit of an undertaking…”

“But I am sure you will find the reasons most acceptable,” Elminster takes over, giving your floundering friend a reprieve.

Another flash of light as two more figures appear and you can't believe your eyes. Your heart leaps and you shout inadvertently. "Karlach! Wyll!" Without a second thought, you launch yourself at both of them, Astarion following along more reservedly.

"Steady on there, Soldier," Karlach pulls you into a smothering hug.

"How," you ask, smoothing the cream lace of your dress as she lets you go, still stunned she's outside Avernus without exploding.

"Wizards," Wyll smiles, glancing at Gale and Elminster. "We had to find a way back, there's no way we'd miss this."

"It won't hold forever, but we think we've got a way I can come back for visits. Until we get something permanent. Good news is Zariel's seemed distracted by something lately."

"I suppose overall this is an appropriate excuse for being late," Astarion finally relents.

"Aww, come on Fangs, don't be sour, it's your wedding." Karlach has a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Do not," but it's too late, the tiefling picks him up in a crushing hug. "I missed you too Karlach."

Tears suddenly start to form in your eyes, seeing them all together again, it was something you feared might never be. Wyll gives Asatrion a less brutal greeting and you turn to Elminster. "Thank you. You will stay right," it's the least you can do.

"Gale has assured me there are to be many culinary delights after, and of course, I've never seen a vampire spawn get married. So I believe I shall."

"Ah. I see Father made it," Wyll waves to Duke Ravengaurd who had been waiting a respectful distance away. "Best go see him, we'll catch up more after."

"You both better save a dance for me," Karlach calls over her shoulder, taking his arm, and kissing his temple.

"Tell me you have them," Astarion has fixed his attention back on Gale, and you rush to his side before he can begin another tirade.

"Worried I would eat them?" Gale has recovered himself from Astarion’s initial onslaught and is smiling brightly.

"Yes," your beloved is still in no mood for jokes.

"Honestly Astarion," you give him a look.

"Ugh, fine, I'll calm down. Once he hands them over." You're lost as to what Gale has that's so important considering the occasion.

"Never change my friend," he laughs and pulls a small box from a pocket on his robes and opens it gently. Inside there are two gold rings with small red stones set in them, you can feel the hum of magic in them.

“Sending Stones?” You glance at Astarion as he takes the box from Gale.

For a moment he seems almost shy about it. “I thought it would be nice if we were always able to speak to each other, no matter what. I know it’s not feasible to never be separated.” The two of you had spent almost every moment of the last couple of years in each other’s presence, but as Astarion continued to heal, he seemed more comfortable with time spent apart.

“You’re adorable, you know that,” your lips brush the tip of his nose, the gift is an incredibly sweet sentiment, and you’re so proud of how far he’s come.

Under the right circumstances, vampires actually can blush. “I..” he starts, sounding like he’s going to grouse about something, probably being called adorable in front of everyone, but stops. “I don’t know if I’ll ever understand why you think that my Love, after everything I’ve done.”

You reach up to brush his cheek and run a finger through his curls. “That wasn’t who you really are.”

“I take it, we're ready.” Isobel joins you under the arbor, eyes already fixed on the moon above, and you both nod in response. “Then let us begin,” her voice carries to the crowd and silence falls. “We come here, under Our Lady’s Light, to bless this couple and sanctify their bond.”

You honestly don’t remember many of Isobel’s words after that as Astarion takes your hand and you get lost in his soft, crimson eyes. Maybe it’s a bit terrible of you to ask Selune’s blessing and then not pay attention, but you think she can understand. “The rings,” Isobel prompts and Astarion retrieves them from his pocket, opening them so the Cleric can bless them. “May the Moonmaiden’s light ever guide your hearts toward each other.” A nearly imperceptible mote of silver light seems to land on them and lends the jewels in them an unearthly glow.

Astarion tenderly picks one up as you proffer your finger. Isobel had agreed to let you both speak your own vows, as long as they didn’t directly offend any of Selune’s teachings. You’d reassured Astarion every step of the way that you didn’t need it to be a sworn oath in front of clergy, but he’d oddly insisted, saying he wanted to swear himself to you to the fullest. “As long as it’s Isobel though, she’s the only trustworthy one.” Shadowheart was still figuring out how much religion she wanted in her life, though it seemed Selune was patient as she continued to have a Cleric's gifts.

The ring slips on your finger perfectly and your heart stutters, your vision getting watery again. You do the same for him in turn and you both entwine your hands, speaking in unison. “Unto thee, I vow, mine heart and home, mine life and love, for now, and all seasons. Let me never from thy side be parted, and unto thee, no evil do. Until, at last, my life shall leave me, this my beloved, is my pledge to you. So I do swear.”

“And so sworn before our Lady, I do pronounce thee wed.” The crowd behind you applauds, and you can barely see Astarion through the tears.

Lae’zel and Karlach are shouting raucously, “Kiss! Kiss!”

You start to lean forward and notice his eyes are just as wet as yours. “Hells, why did I agree to do this in public,” he laughs, dabbing his cheeks with the cuff of his sleeve.

“You couldn’t miss being the center of attention,” your laugh is lost in a happy sob. “Damn it, kiss me before I pass out or something.”

Softly, he pulls you in, lips finding yours. The chaste peck turns deeper, giving the crowd what they want judging by the noise. But then something unexpected happens, there’s the tinkle of mischievous laughter, as though a woman stands near to you. A voice that’s both honey-sweet but radiating power whispers in your ear, “congratulations my dear child,” and you feel a surge of fae-touched magic, reminding you of that day you took a different oath.

The kiss breaks and Astarion is staring at you, surprise clearing away his tears. “I know you.”

Everything goes numb in the rush of terror that follows, he’d learned some of who you were before the Nautiloid, but there was much still to tell. “Astarion I’m so-”

A slender finger is pressed to your lips. “Hush Love, tomorrow. And it changes nothing, I still love you with all my unbeating heart. Now let’s indulge everyone since they came all this way to celebrate us.”

The night is full of feasting, drinking, song, and dancing. The two of you mingle with old friends and those whom you met only briefly, the scents of a delectable feast wafting through the air. When the music starts, you share a waltz under the night sky, Astarion holding you close and whispering in your ear, “love you Sunlight.”

True to her word, Karlach insists on a dance with both of you, surprising you with her talent for it. “I’ve been teaching her,” Wyll looks over at her and Astarion lovingly from where he’s dancing with you. “Once you find a safe place to rest, Avernus can be a bit boring.”

You stumble across Lae’zel, angrily giving gold to Mol and her crew. “She lost a bet,” Mol says proudly.

“Oh really, and what sort of scam bet did you get her to agree to, my favorite tiny criminal” Astarion asks fondly. Mol comes to visit you sometimes and you’ve decided you’d rather not know what he’s been teaching her.

“She thought you might light on fire as soon as it got religious,” Mol laughs and scampers off.

Astarion pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’ve seen me in temples before.”

“Chk, but never swearing an oath.”

“She has a point,” you nudge him playfully.

“Oh you are going to pay for that later,” he leans in to nip at your neck, causing you to shiver.

Dawn nears much too soon and you can see some of his happiness evaporating. There still was no solution you’d found to let him live in the light. “We should go,” you whisper in his ear, “what’s a wedding without the wedding bed?” Ever so lightly, you let your tongue brush against his ear, a spot of divine torment for him you’ve found, and listen as he gasps softly.

“Indeed my Love,” his mood revives and the two of you make your good-byes, your friends having promised to clean up the aftermath of the night. A young woman you think you recognize passes you an open bottle of wine on the way out of the park, “a gift from summer’s best,” she says and it fills you with a strange sensation for a moment before Astarion’s mouth is on yours again.

Your house isn’t far from Bloomridge and the two of you stroll the streets in a blissful, dreamy state, wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing drinks from the wine that tastes of sweet berries and summer rains. Lights dance in the morning mists and everything feels transcendtly perfect as you ascend the steps to your home. Astarion pins against your front door, kissing you hungrily and letting his hands wander your body. “My wife,” he breathes against your skin as his lips travel down your neck.

Heat sparks inside you, ravenous for him. “My husband,” you sigh, lost in your love for him.

[dhampiravidi]

platonic connections wishlist (long)

Jayn: Gotham-based vigilantes especially Nightwing, the Gotham City Sirens*, the Justice League* (DC Comics); Simon Bassett* (Bridgerton); James Valdez* (Queen of the South-US); Alina Starkov, Nina Zenik*, Jesper Fahey, Inej Ghafa (The Grishaverse).

Naela: Tyrion Lannister, Daenerys Targaryen, Rhaegar Targaryen, (ASOIAF/GOT); Chaotic Good & Lawful Evil characters (D&D)

Achilles: gods from Hellenic myth*, Arthurian knights* (Mythology); Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Captain Price, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, König (Call of Duty); Astarion or any D&D characters (D&D); Gambit*, Mystique, Wolverine*, Storm, any Avengers (Marvel)

Jasmine: Iron Man, Loki*, Wolverine, Brunhilde (Marvel); Isabelle Lightwood, Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane*, the half-fey Blackthorns, Kieran Kingson (Shadowhunter Chronicles)

Skadi: Brunhilde, Black Widow, Spider-Man*, Winter Soldier* (Marvel); Simon "Ghost" Riley*, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Farah Karim (Call of Duty); Karlach (D&D)

Oraia: Emma Frost, Loki, Iron Man, She-Hulk, X-Men in general* (Marvel); Philippe (Versailles), anyone (The Old Guard), Jack Sparrow* (POTC); most characters (Shadowhunter Chronicles); werewolves, vampires, fey (urban fantasy); Artemis*, Hestia, Bast*, Isis/Aset, sea nymphs, heroes (Mythology)

Hestia: Cyclops, Iceman, Jean Grey, Storm, Wolverine, Spider-Man, Venom (Marvel); young!Coriolanus Snow, Katniss Everdeen, Gale Hawthorne (The Hunger Games)

Rose: Zatanna, Constantine, Dr. Fate, Raven (DC Comics)

Aurelia: The Marauders--especially Sirius & Remus!, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, prominent Order members and/or Death Eaters, any cool people from the Marauders/Golden Trio eras (Harry Potter)

Rela: Din Djarin*, Grogu, Obi-Wan (Star Wars)

Zehara: Sokka, Suki*, Korra, Tenzin (Avatar: TLA & LOK)

Eugenia: Bonnie Bennett (Vampire Diaries); Hellenic deities (Mythology); werewolves, vampires, fey (urban fantasy); Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Fantomex: ngl he'll flirt even if it's just platonic but Storm, Wolverine, Monet St. Croix (Marvel)

Renée: Gambit, Mystique, Fantomex, Storm, Quicksilver, Wolverine, Daken, Loki, basically anybody who's had dubious morals from time to time (Marvel); Nightwing, Wonder Woman, Superwoman (DC Comics)

Shayera: DCAU!Wally, Wonder Woman, Black Canary (DC Comics)

Mu Lan: Simon Bassett (Bridgerton); any people who are unfazed by Strong Independent Women 😁 especially those from eras other than the modern one...

Lady Gotham: Gotham vigilantes especially Batman, Red Hood (or Robin!Jason), Nightwing, Batgirl (Cassandra Cain)...also magic users like Swamp Thing, Constantine, Zatanna, The Spectre, Etrigan (DC Comics); wouldn't mind crossovers like something with Doctor Strange, Ghost Rider, Loki (Marvel)

-- an asterisk means "zomg I've been wanting this forever!" --

thanks for reading!

[ghostlyxserenade]

List of my original characters (2019) & pinterest boards.

warning! triggering & dark content!

@ tuppencetrinkets ;)

TEEN / WOLF

1. Constance Highmore ; 29 ; antique shop owner ; cyhyraeth. SHIP (fanficion) | Chris Argent. *asexual

2. Melody Abigale Wraith ; 27 ; eichen house mental patient  ; banshee. SHIP (fanficion) | none. *straight

3. Lorelei Owens ; middle 20s ; singing teacher at beacon hills high school ; siren. SHIP (fanficion) |  Lydia Martin. *lesbian

4. Niedomira Wasikowska ; 16/17 ; costume designer for becons hills’s drama club ; kikimora. SHIP (fanficion) | Jordan Parrish. *bisexual

5. Charles Highmore ; 105 ; funeral director ; vampire. SHIP (fanficion) | *straight

6. nameless OC ; early 30s ; harpy  (banshee x siren) SHIP (fanficion) | none. *

7. nameless OC ;  late 40s ; detective ; wendigo. SHIP (fanficion) | none. *

8. Georgina Highmore ; deceased ;  spiritualists ;  banshee.

DOCTOR / WHO

1. Amelia Holmes ; 23 ; creative writing student ; human? SHIP (fanficion) | Doctor. ; friend SHIP (fanficion) | Marc.

2. Marc Davis ; 23 ; astronomy student ; human. friend SHIP (fanficion) | Amerlia.

3. Cedric "Einstein" Hughes ; 500s ;  astrophysicist ;  time lord. SHIP (fanficion) | none. *

TRANSFORMERS / BAYVERSE

1. Victoria Petterson ; 20s ; transformers reaction force field agent ; cybertronian-human hybrid. SHIP (fanficion) | William Lennox * straight

ALTERED / CARBON

1. Aurelia Bennett ; 24 ; tattoo artist , daughter of abusive meth ; human. SHIP (fanficion)  | Poe. *demisexual

THE / UMBRELLA / ACADEMY

1. Nancy Addington ; adult stuck in teen body ; stuck in endless time loop, reliving the day of her death without end in post-apocalyptic wastelands ; meta-human. SHIP (fanficion) |  Five. *asexual

MARVEL /  CINEMATIC / UNIVERSE

1. Anne Williams ; middle 20s ; student , part-time rockstar  ; human. SHIP (fanficion) |  Tony Stark. *bisexual

2. Adam Williams ; 50s ; tony stark rival ; human. SHIP (fanficion) | Laura Willims (ex-wife) * straight

PIRATES / OF THE / CARIBBEAN

1. Amelia Stone ; middle 20s ;  schizophrenic history student ; human / medium. SHIP (fanficion) | Nicholas.

2. Nicholas Brown ; early 40s ;  history professor ; human. SHIP (fanficion) | Amelia.

3. Annabell Codrington ; 20s ; herbalist ; human. SHIP (fanficion) |  James Norrington.

4. Vincent Codrington ; 40s ; sugar plantation owner , slave trader ; human.

SUPERNATURAL

1. Anna Gale ; 25 ; violinist, lounge singer ; human / clairvoyant.

2. Lucy Hanley ; 16-20s ;  barista, student ;  nephilim. SHIP (fanficion) |  Castiel. * greysexual 

CHILLING / ADVENTURES / OF SABRINA

1. Cliodhna  O'connor ; 30s ; baxter high librarian ; half-banshee / half-human

HARRY / POTTER

1. Amelia Blowden ; 35+ ;  herbology teacher at hogwart's ; half-blood.

[chaoticlicense]

How it started vs. How it ended 🥺❤️

Bonus:

Soon to be Mr and Mrs Dekarios 🥰❤️

[chaoticlicense]

The girl with moonlight in her hair and the boy with stars in his eyes. Together, they create a cosmos of love and light 🥰❤️

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Lavender and Starflower (Mobster AU) – Chapter 6

The Dekarios Clan reigns over Waterdeep as the city’s protector for centuries. Suddenly, the Clan gets challenged by Cazador, the head of the Szarr Clan that rules over Baldur’s Gate. Of course, such an attack won’t be tolerated and the intruder must be forced back and out of the City of Splendors. While fixing destroyed protection sigils, Gale, wizard prodigy and heir of the Dekarios Clan, meets a charming stranger called Astarion. And Gale makes the biggest mistake of his life; he invites the pale elf into his home.

Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, angst, emotional rollercoaster, mobster AU

I was inspired to start writing this fic when I saw this artwork by @arczism

Map of Waterdeep: here

According to the game, sussur flowers nullify nearby magic and smell of honey.

The poem's my own, but inspired by "A Kiss" by Howard Simon (and the Mizora romance option).

This is obviously an AU that isn't related to my other work.

The autumn night was still warm and Astarion strutted through Waterdeep with the leather jacket thrown over his shoulder.

In the Dock Ward, he entered a non-descript corner house without difficulty. The perks of entering a house who's owner was long dead – or better said undead.

Cazador had bought the safe house a couple of months ago to do his stupid scheming about his stupid plan in this stupid city.

Astarion sighed, leaning against the door.

"Took you long enough," said a sharp voice.

Astarion startled, then, he huffed in annoyance.

"Really, Aurelia, have a bit more faith in me."

The addressed snorted deprecatingly, retorting: "Faith? In you? Don't be silly."

"Hey, I did as I was told and seduced him."

"Yes, that's the only thing you're good at," the other vampire spawn replied coldly.

Astarion glared at her angrily and crossed his arms.

"So what now?"

"Now, you stay Dekarios' bed warmer, gather information and then..." Grinning nastily, Aurelia handed him a collar. It was made of soft but sturdy black leather and smelled slightly of honey. As soon as Astarion touched it, his knees went weak and he felt the bit of magic that was in his undead body wane.

"What the hells is this?" he gasped.

"A collar with dried sussur flowers sewn in between the layers of leather," the tiefling explained. "You know what it's for."

Astarion felt instantly sick. Aurelia's grin grew wider and nastier.

"Master's already waiting for his powerful meal." She patted his cheek in a mockery of affection. "Don't mess it up, brother, or you'll regret it. But don't worry; you know I'm very talented and skilled at skinning and breaking bones. Toodeloo."

And with these words, she exited the house, leaving a miserable elf behind.

What am I doing? Astarion thought, his legs trembling. I can't – I don't want to – but I have to. Damn it.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

Everything will be fine, he told himself. I'll manage. I don't have any feelings for him. None at all. He's just another conquest.

But he knew, of course, that it was a futile effort to delude himself. Astarion was fucked.

He fed on some rats that were kept and bred for exactly said purpose in the basement of the safe house. Another one of these unsettling living skeletons – like Godey in the Szarr Palace in Baldur's Gate – took care of them and kept the house tidy. Astarion hated to be in its presence. It reminded him of all the times spent in the kennels being punished for his disobedience.

Upstairs, in the spawn's quarter, Astarion packed his bag, and before he left, he took a bath and dowsed himself in his signature perfume.

Be brave. Everything will be fine.

Shortly before dawn, he left the house, locked it, and walked a few blocks down the street. Then, he pressed the teleportation stone against his chest and murmured: "Gale Dekarios, Archmage of Waterdeep."

The air around him shifted, it felt like falling from a great height and then, Astarion found himself in a familiar corridor. Panelled wooden walls with paintings, red, plush carpets, potted plants lined up like soldiers, and a welcoming oakwood door right in front of his nose. The Dekarios Estate. It had worked. Astarion sighed in relief and knocked on the door of Gale's suite.

"Come in!"

The vampire spawn involuntarily smiled and entered the cosy quarter. Gale stood in front of the balcony door, a cup of tea in his hands, dressed only in an half-open robe. It was a breathtaking view. The wizard beamed at him and placed his teacup on the round table.

"Hello, Astarion, I'm glad to see you."

"I'm glad to be here," replied the addressed coquettishly and strutted towards the wizard, wrapping his arms around his neck. "I missed you, darling."

The kiss was slow but passionate, and Astarion took his time, exploring Gale's mouth, running his tongue over the hot palate. The wizard moaned and pulled the vampire spawn closer.

So predictable, so easy, so...

Astarion broke the kiss and gazed at Gale from underneath his lashes.

"I missed you," he repeated with a purr.

"I missed you too," replied the wizard, blushing slightly.

How adorable. Astarion grabbed Gale's robe and pushed it off his shoulders, letting it pool on the floor.

"Take me to bed, darling. I want to make you feel good."

Relief flooded through him when Gale didn't ask any stupid questions, but led him straight into the bedroom.

At last. All he had to do was fuck the wizard's brains out until he ate out of the palm of his hand. Easy-peasy.

Astarion let himself be manhandled, making his mind go blank and fuzzy. No need to think, no need to feel. Just let the body do what it supposed do.

He moaned right on cue as Gale kissed his neck.

"Do you like this?" asked the wizard. "Tell me what else you like."

To the hells with Gale and his damn mouth. Couldn't he just shut up and not ruin everything?

"Stop asking questions and put your mouth on me!" Astarion snapped, too sharply, but he was running out of patience.

"Alright..." Gale sounded taken aback. "Where do you want –"

"On my cock."

The wizard moved downwards and engulfed him, and finally, finally, his mouth was too occupied to talk.

Astarion moaned and rolled his hips up.

Usually, his marks didn't go down on him. Gale was the first in nine years to do so, and Astarion wanted to enjoy it. Mewling, he arched off the bed and into that clever mouth.

"Mmh, yes! More, darling!"

The vampire spawn whined when the wizard wiggled a finger into him. It was slippery with oil and Astarion had no idea when or how that had happened.

Gale opened him up gently while running his tongue along his cock. It was almost too good to be true. Astarion buried his hands in the wizard's hair, writhing.

"I'm so close," he whined. "Gods, please..."

Gale hummed and that was it. With a loud moan, Astarion's hips bucked up and he spilled down the wizard's throat. Urgently, he dragged Gale off his cock and smashed their lips together. The vampire spawn could taste himself, but he didn't care. It was amazing, perfect even. The best sex he'd had in over a century.

"Fuck me," he groaned. "Fuck my brains out."

"Astarion..."

"No. Please, now, Gale."

The wizard complied, of course he did, and Astarion gasped when he was entered.

He didn't like it when people towered over him. It always felt too claustrophobic. But not with Gale.

Astarion gazed up at the wizard's blissed-out face, revelling in the latter's moans and gasps. He wrapped his legs around Gale's waist and his arms around his neck.

"Fuck me, darling," he demanded.

And Gale finally started to move. Slow but precise thrusts, using just the right angle. Panting, the wizard bent down, their lips slotting together in a messy kiss. Astarion moaned, arching his back. His mind threatened to slip away.

"Poetry," he gasped. "Quote a poem for me, darling."

"Now?" groaned the addressed.

"Yes."

Despite his sex-muddled mind, Gale recognised the urgency of Astarion's words. He didn't know why and he wondered about the cause.

"Please, Gale, now," pleaded the vampire spawn, fighting the urge to close his eyes and float away.

"I'm… thinking," panted the wizard. "Not the – mmh! – easiest thing right now."

Astarion wheezed out a laugh and Gale tried his best to think clearly. He rested his head on the vampire spawn's shoulder and, after another moment, complied to his wish.

"'The fire of passion burns in me like the Nine Hells,

desire and longing are not tameable with any spells.

The flames of lust enwrap me like a devil's embrace.

I shed my shame, climax and release is what I chase.

I break my heavy shackles in the prison of craving,

churning and roaring like the River Styx, cascading.

No longer can I keep my bottled up emotions at bay.

My appetite's insatiable, like a predator's for prey.

I want to devour you, flesh and bone,

and kiss away every gasp and moan.

A flurry of bodies, limbs, hands, lips, and tongue,

in this moment of passion, we're forever young.

I give in to the burning inferno of love,

but I don't fear the wrath from above.

Every kiss, every move, is a salute to the carnal art,

filled with beauty and awe, and sunshine in my heart.

We're floating on ecstasy as time stands still,

every time anew, sex with you is a pleasant thrill.'"

Astarion climaxed with a guttural cry, his sharp nails digging into Gale's back and scalp, as he shook and shook, and almost passed out because of the intensity of his orgasm.

Never before did he feel this way. Never before did anyone bring him this much bliss. Never before did he –

"Gale..." panted Astarion. "My love..."

The wizard's breath hitched before he moaned and came, collapsing onto the pale elf. His hand found its way into Astarion's hair and it just rested there while Gale panted against the vampire spawn's neck and shoulder. Harsh, hot, humid puffs of air. Astarion should be disgusted, it always had been, but right now, he didn't mind. Because it was Gale. Not a random stranger he had to bring back to Cazador. Not a mark. Well... Astarion's undead heart ached and he turned his head to capture Gale's lips in a lazy but desperate kiss.

Cazador wasn't allowed to have him. Gale was his.