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floralcavern · 14 days

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Gay OCs backstory 1/3

This was originally going to be 1/2, but then I saw how long this was getting so decided to split it up as to not torture myself! 👍

These OCs are in the same universe as my aroace OC here!

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Damian held on to his umbrella tightly. Rain poured all around, covering the streets and cars. Bugs skittered around the grass as they tried to find somewhere safe to hide.

Damian really should be skittering off as well if he didn’t want to be late to his first day of 9th grade at a new school. But how could he when there was a stray cat getting soaked in the rain.

The cat, a cute little calico, curled in a box and only sheltered because of his umbrella. But he couldn’t leave the umbrella here. He can’t show up on the first day dripping wet. That would be so embarrassing.

The rain was so loud he didn’t even notice the footsteps approaching.

“안녕. What are you doing?”

Damian jumped, startled and he turned to see a boy standing behind him. The boy was wearing the same uniform as him, as well even a red tie, meaning he was also in 9th grade.

“Oh, I, uh, th-this cat, it.. uh..”

The boy stepped forward. “¡Ay qué lindoooo! How’d this little guy wind up all alone?”

“I, uh.. don’t know. But if I leave now, he’s gonna get drenched..”

“Hm..” the boy thinks before giving Damian a mischievous smile. Something told Damian this was a face he made a lot. It just looked natural on him.

“Take my umbrella!” He said, shoving it into his arms. “Huh?! Wait, what?!”

“I have to run! Promised a friend I’d grab something at the convenience store for him! See ya!”

Before Damian had a chance to even get a word out, the boy was running off into the void of raindrops and fog, leaving him with two umbrellas.

He looked at the cat. “Did you see that?!” He exclaimed. The cat just yawned in response.

He gripped his umbrella handle before leaning it against the cat’s box. He looked up at the boy’s umbrella. Damian’s was just a plain black one, but this one was covered in red, white, and green raindrop patterns with a black background.

He sighed and began to feel really guilty about now having some stranger’s umbrella while he now has to go to school in the rain.

He decided he would return it to him if he sees him at school. He ventured on and headed to the school.

Once he arrived, the classroom was already full of students, some he recognized from middle school, and some were completely new faces.

He looked around to see if he could find that boy. But he didn’t see him anywhere. Damian took a spot near the back and sighed, watching as the boys in his class were already clumping together and laughing and having fun. He wishes he was able to interact with guys his age like that.

Damian felt his breath get caught in his throat when the boy from before came in the classroom, dripping water all over the floor.

“Dude, Cameron!” exclaimed one of the boys. “Did you not read the weather report?”

Cameron laughed and held up a bottle of orange juice. “Ah, well, I didn’t forget to get you your OJ!”

Everyone immediately flocked to Cameron. He had that aura, that smile that made people want to be near him. Even Damian, loner that he was, desperately wanted to jump from his chair and introduce himself and be his friend.

The boys dark eyes turned to Damian and his smile lit up. “Cat boy!”

Everyone snickered. “Cat boy? Damian, something you wanna tell us?” said one of the boys.

Damian clenched his fists. “Don’t say it like that..” he murmured to Cameron.

“Sorry! Oh! 만나서 반가워! I’m Cameron Garcia! It’s good to meet you!”

He stared at the boy’s hand before eventually shaking it. “Damian Lincoln…”

“Cameron!” The smiling boy’s friends called. “Cmon, get a seat next to us!”

“Oh! Right!” Cameron turned to Damian with a cheeky smile. “See ya later!”

“W-wait!” Damian tried, but the boy already walked off. Guess I’ll have to return the umbrella after school..

Cameron and all the other boys chatted loudly, attempting to throw crumpled up papers into the trash can until the teacher came in.

“We’re going to start off the year with some icebreakers!” She wrote a couple of questions on the board, like ‘what’s your favorite show?’, ‘do you prefer chocolate or vanilla?’

“Go into groups of 4!” Kids immediately began to group up with their friends, laughing excitedly, leaving Damian with no group.

The teacher went up to him. “Looks like we’ll have to put you in a group.”

Noooooo… he felt his inner self cry out. Being forced to group with another group of friends by the teacher is by far the most awkward and embarrassing thing ever.

“Hmm.. go group with Audra, Lenni, Cameron, and Izzy.”

Damian felt like combusting at that very moment from embarrassment. And when the cute boy looked over at him and smiled.. ugh, Damian could’ve dropped dead from a heart attack right then and there from how attractive he was.

He pulled up and chair and awkwardly sat next to Lenni. He only knew Lenni and Audra. Cameron and Izzy were new.

“I’ll start!” Cameron said happily. “I’m Cameron Garcia! I just moved from Canada. But before that, I lived in South Korea! And before that, I lived in Colombia! So I speak English, Spanish, French, and Korean. But I rarely speak French, since neither of my parents do.”

Everyone nodded and smiled. Cameron had this energy about him. This laugh that was infectious and made you want to lean against his shoulder as you caught your breath as tears of joy sprung to your eyes.

He gestured to the girl next to him. “This is my cousin, Izzy!” He nudged her. “Go onnnnn.”

She sighed and sat up. Damian noticed the way Lenni sat up slightly when she got ready to speak. Oh. He thinks she’s attractive.. Damian realized. He never really.. noticed that.

“I’m Izzy Yun. Unlike my cousin,” she gestures to Cameron, “I haven’t traveled around much. I only live just on the outskirts of this town, about 20 minutes away. I play softball and sometimes volleyball.”

Everyone nodded and then they looked at Audra. Damian sucked in a slight breath. Audra was his ex girlfriend (if you even count dating in 8th grade as actual dating). She broke up with him because he “didn’t act like he actually liked her.” Which was unfair! He did! She was really nice and he liked hanging out with her.

“I’m Audra Bennett. I’m part of the dance team and I’m part of a band.”

“That’s so cool!” Cameron said, leaning toward her slightly, which caused Damian jump and interrupt Lenni before he got to introduce himself, which is very out of character for Damian, as he would much prefer to go last.

“I’m Damian Lincoln! I-I.. I um.. I like to code..”

Cameron smiled brightly. “Really? Like videogames?”

“Well.. sometimes.. but also things like hacking..”

“Woah, hacking?” Lenni asked.

Damian laughed nervously. “Not the kind you’re thinking of. More like.. being able to play Doom on a device definitely not made for that, like a Nokia or something.”

“That’s so cool!” Cameron said, leaning toward him. “You’ll have to show me some time!”

Something about being the person Cameron leaned toward made Damian feel good. Really good. Special and important almost… Maybe even giddy..

“Y-ya, well.. if you have an old device, maybe I can repurpose it for you.. Maybe invite me over…” he said shyly, realizing his tone almost came off flirty.

What was that tone?! He thought, panicked.

Cameron seemed to pick up on it as well, his eyebrows raising and slowly smirked. “Ok? You can come to my house and we can look for something.. I’m sure there’s something in my room.”

Lenni cleared his throat. “Anyways… I’m Lenni Belle. I enjoy to make movies and study film production.”

“Ohh!” Cameron said. “You wanna be a big time Hollywood producer?”

“Ehhh,” Lenni said, shrugging. “I wanna be more of an indie producer. Hollywood is awful. Not getting tangled in that.”

Cameron laughed. “Understandable!”

Damian awkwardly looked off to the side. He tried to think of something to say to Cameron. To get to keep talking to him. He perked up and reached under his desk.

“By the way Cameron. Here’s your umbrella back.”

“Huh? Oh thanks! But keep it! At least for now!”

“H-huh? Why?”

“I’m guessing you left your umbrella with that cat? Well, if it’s not still there after school, you can keep my umbrella!”

“Oh.. wait.. does that mean you’ll walk with me?”

“Ya! And after that, you can come to my house! Like we talked about a minute ago!”

“O-oh..! Ok!” Damian said, quickly straightening up, his eyes shining.

Damian glanced over when he felt a glare on him and spotted Audra staring daggers into him.

Awkward.. he thought. But why would it be awkward? Does she just think Cameron is attractive and upset that he’s not looking at her?

Damian thought about getting Cameron to look at Audra. Seeing as how he had hurt Audra in 8th grade, albeit unintentional, so the least he could do is try and set her up with the cute charismatic boy..

But..

The idea of that made his blood boil. He liked this attention Cameron was giving him. He liked being the one Cameron was talking to and staring at.. Ya, maybe it was selfish, but.. but..

Damian has never had a friend! And he wasn’t going to lose the opportunity to get closer to Cameron… and become friends with him!

The teacher clapped her hands, interrupting Damian and Cameron’s conversation.

“Ok, kids. Let get back to class!”

Damian pouted slightly and glanced at Cameron, who also seemed mildly disappointed.

“Remember, we’re going to meet up after school. Meet me at my locker. My number is 214.”

Damian’s eyes widened slightly and he smiled. “Ya. All right! Will do!”

Of course, since he had something to look forward to after school, the school day felt like it went on forever. What really made it worse was that Damian had no other classes with Cameron.

He did, however, have several classes with Cameron’s cousin, Izzy.

Izzy was.. intimidating. She had this delinquent like aura about her. Yet, according to the whispers he hears from his classmates, she was ‘hot’. And Damian could recognize that she was pretty. But, other than that.. he just couldn’t see what everyone was so excited about.

“Pst. Hey,” Izzy whispered. “Can I borrow a pen?”

“Oh.. sure..” he said, handing it to her.

“Thanks..”

There was a moment of silence before she said again, “Do you think I’m attractive?”

Damian’s eyes widened and he blushed in embarrassment. “Wh-what?! I mean, you’re not unattractive, but, I-“

“Look. Just answer honestly.”

“…I. I mean, you’re pretty but.. I’m not attracted to you…”

She stared at him for a long while before letting out a sigh of relief. “Finally.. Can I get your number?”

“W-what?!”

“I’m not hitting on you. I just.. need someone who isn’t going to be weird about me. Plus, if you’re going to be friends with Cameron, I wanna make sure you’re good. Especially since he seems very fond with you already..”

Cameron looks down, hating how red his face was. Someone was fond of him? Very fond of him? And it’s Cameron? Could Cameron perhaps.. be a potential best friend?

Him and Izzy exchanged numbers and the school day eventually came to an end.

Ok, locker 214.. There it is!

Standing at the locker was Cameron, his black hair having been neatly combed back, unlike what it was like that morning, soaking wet and messy.

Cameron glanced over and his entire face lit up. As if Damian was the greatest thing Cameron had laid his eyes on. Damian felt like he was.. important.

“Damian!” he calls out, snapping him from his trance.

“Heh, Cameron..!”

Cameron closed his locker door and skipped over to him. “Ready to go?”

“Y-ya! Mhm..!”

“Great!” Without warning, Cameron interlocked his arm with Damian’s.

“O-oh!” he exclaimed in surprise.

“This ok?”

“Y-ya! Of course!”

“Great! Let’s go find that cat!”

He was ready to follow Cameron, but was not ready when Cameron grabbed Damian by the hand to walk side by side with him.

Part of Damian knew he was freaking out. This was nothing. Cameron was clearly just a very friendly person. But the other part of him felt like he was on fire.

He didn’t even remember the entire walk, or what Cameron was saying, focusing only on how sweaty his palms were and how soft Cameron’s hands felt. In the blink of the eye, Cameron came to a stop.

“We’re here!”

Damian looked around, then at Cameron, then at the cat, then at their hands before quickly pulling away.

“Looks like my umbrella is still here..” Damian murmured.

“Ya! Lucky us!” Cameron said as he picked up Damian’s umbrella and handing it to him.

“Ya.. lucky.. uh, and here’s your umbrella back..”

“Thanks! Now, cmon. Let’s head to my house!”

“O-ok!” he said. Cameron reached out to take his hand again, but Damian instinctively jerked his hand away.

“Oh. Sorry, did that make you uncomfortable?” Cameron asked.

“N-no! Just. Instinct. I’m guessing you’re just a touchy person?”

Cameron stared at Damian intently, as if he was trying to read his mind. “Yessssss… I am.”

“Ok.. well.. ya, you can hold my hand. If you want.”

Cameron smiled and took his hand.

“So, hacking?” Cameron said. “What got you into that?”

“Oh, uh. It’s gonna sound pretty bad..”

“I won’t judge! As long as you’re not stealing people’s private information. Oh! Are you hacking government information!?”

“Ummmm.. no. I’m not that good. I mostly started to get into hacking to use cheat codes in games. Haaaa..”

“Seriously? I heard people like that tend to be annoying.”

“Well, more like.. weapons that don’t actually exist in the game.. or entering in areas that can’t be entered.”

“Really? You’ve gotta show me some time!”

“M-maybe! What kind of games do you like?”

“Oh! Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing..”

“Oh, I don’t play those kinds of games, so I don’t know any cheat codes. I mostly play games like Call of Duty, Fortnite, Just Cause, Red Dead Redemption..”

“Really? I figured a quiet and shy guy like you would also like comfort games!”

He laughed. “Guess I’m the embodiment of the ‘suspicious quiet kid’ stereotypes.. E-Except I’m not actually violent or anything! I swear!!”

“I know..” Cameron said, stopping in front of a house painted pastel blue with white pillars and a front yard patio. It was the picturesque white picket fence home. “I can tell. You’re a good guy, Damian..” Cameron looked at him for a moment before quickly turning and opening the door. “Cmon inside. Just be sure to take off your shoes.”

“Right..” he said awkwardly. He took a step inside and removed his shoes at the front. He was weirdly excited to be here.

The house was warm and smelled like vanilla and a campfire, so, very comforting.

A woman came out of the kitchen, taking off a pair of oven mitts. “Cameron! 왜 나한테 친구를 데려온다고 말하지 않았어?”

Cameron smiled nervously. “미안해! 너한테 문자 보내는 걸 깜빡했어!” He turned to Damian. “Damian, this is my mom!”

Damian jumped slightly. “I, uh, um.. nice to meet you, ma’am..”

She stared at him for a few seconds before sighing. “Just don’t be loud or messy while you’re here..”

“Yes! Of course!”

Cameron turned to Damian again, smiling brightly and grabbed his arm. “Cmon! My room is upstairs!”

Cameron dragged Damian upstairs. There was only one bedroom up there. It was closed and had an Olivia Rodrigo poster hung up.

Cameron opened the door. “Welcome to my humble abode!”

Damian took a step inside and looked around.

There was a shelf covered almost entirely with different candles, a desk with colored pencils and crumbled paper crowding the top, and next to his bed was a cage with.. with a..

“A guinea pig!” Damian exclaimed.

Cameron smiled widely. “Yep!” He opened the cage and gently took the animal into his arms. “This is Hams!”

“Hams?! That is such a cute name!”

“I know! You wanna hold him?”

“Can I?!”

“Of course!”

Cameron handed him the creature and Damian looked down at it with sparkling eyes.

“Oh.. my.. gosh.. He’s so.. so…”

“I know!” Cameron exclaimed, cutting him off. “You keep holding him while I look for something!”

Damian slowly nodded, not looking away from Hams as he slowly leaned down to sit on the bed.

Cameron looked around his room before digging into his closet. He exclaims “aha!” as he pulls out a dusty, old calculator.

“Do you think you could do something with this?” Cameron asked.

“Hmm..” Damian looked at the calculator as he handed Hams back to Cameron begrudgingly, who put him back in his cage.

“Ya, I probably could. If you could, what game would you want to play?”

“Stardew Valley!” Cameron said immediately.

“Hm.. I’ll.. see what I can do.”

“Yay!! Thank you, Damian!” Cameron exclaimed, clasping Damian’s hands.

“Oh, I, um.. ya, no problem..” it felt like his voice had suddenly left him.

“Say, you said you’ve never played Animal Crossing? How about we play together?”

“Huh? Really?”

“Ya! You can make a new island on my Switch!”

“S-Seriously? That’s.. so nice of you..”

Cameron gets up to retrieve his Switch from his drawer.

“You like the joy-cons? They’re brand new!”

“Oh, ya. They’re nice..”

“Thanks! Now, lay down with me!” he said, jumping onto the bed and laying down.

Damian hesitated, but eventually decided to not give in to the nervousness and laid next to him.

“What do you want to name your island?” Cameron asks, bumping his shoulder against Damian’s.

“Huh..? Oh, um.. Piltover?”

“Piltover… where have I heard that?”

“Don’t.. think about it.”

“All right!”

He typed in the name and handed him the switch. “Now make your character!”

Damian looked at the customizing options. Usually games like this didn’t have many skin tone options. The darkest ones were still way too light. But this game surprised him with how many skin tone options there were. And one of the hairstyles even had locks, like him (though, he did wish there were more than just that one hairstyle..)

“Yay! You made your character!” Cameron exclaimed. “Now let’s start playing!”

Cameron leaned against Damian’s shoulder as he played.

The two talked about nothing yet couldn’t keep their mouths closed. It was weird. Damian was terrible at talking, yet Cameron seemed to draw the words right out of him.

There was a knock at the door and it creaked open, Cameron’s mother standing at the doorway.

“아, 카메론. 여기는 엉망이야. 어쨌든, 점점 어두워지고 있어. 네 친구는 집에 가야 해.”

Cameron looked perturbed. “그는 조금 더 머무를 수 없어요, 엄마?”

She seemed to glower at him and let out a sigh of defeat.

“What is it?” Damian asked, confused.

“My mom said you have to go home.”

“Oh. Well.. I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”

“Ya. Lemme walk you to the door.”

They climbed out of the bed and walked to the doorway, Damian putting on his tennis shoes and Cameron leaning against the wall, watching him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Damian.”

Damian nodded and pushed his glasses up. “Ya.. see ya.”

Right before Damian stepped out, though, Cameron pulled him in for a hug, which severely confused him.

Damian left after that, walking home as his mind replayed the day’s events. He’s never had someone be so kind to him.. someone who.. wants to be his friend. It was.. kind of exhilarating!

He felt a bit of a pep in his step as he arrived to his house where he saw his parents standing, waiting for him with disapproving glares.

“Where were you?!” His mother exclaimed.

“I t-texted you that I was going to a friend’s..”

“Yes, but you gave no information! Who the friend was, where he lived, how long you’ve known him! If I had known you would be gone for so long, I would’ve said no! You missed grandma’s Bible study!”

“She has those, like.. every other day.. is it really so bad if I missed one..?”

His mom grabbed him by the ear. “Go to your room right now! I don’t wanna hear you say anything like that again!”

“Ow, ow! I’m sorry!” She let go of him and he walked inside, rubbing his sore ear. “I’m sorry…” he says again, only this time to himself.

He goes up to his room and collapses into bed, exhausted. He sees a book on his nightstand and he reaches for it.

Oh. he thought. The year book from last year must’ve come in.

Dawnward Prep. His old middle school. That place was his personal hell.

He opened to his class photos and saw himself and he immediately cringed. He always looked so bad in school photos. Though the camera’s lighting in this one certainly wasn't doing him or any of his old classmates any favors.

He sighed and rubbed his thumb on the picture before closing it and throwing it onto the floor absentmindedly as he laid on his back.

Cameron.. his mind drifted to him. He’s never had someone invite him to hang out after school. And never in a million years did he expect someone funny and popular like him to invite him.. it almost felt too good to be true.

Usually he found games like Animal Crossing to be boring, yet that was the most fun he’s ever had playing any game. Ever!

This all felt new. And exciting. But also kind of terrifying.

He tightly closed his eyes and tried not to think of the scary ideas that may try to come into his head.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the calculator. He really wanted to impress Cameron. And if something as simple as this was enough to make him think that he was cool.. he was going to do it!

…

By the next day, Cameron came over to Damian’s desk, slamming his hands against it. “Lincoln!”

Damian jumped and nearly fell out of his chair. “I, uh-! G-Garcia?!”

Cameron burst out laughing. “Sorry, Damian! I just wanted to see how’d you react!”

“Oh.. I thought you were mad at me or something!”

“No, of course not!”

Damian smiled crookedly as his nerves died down from the scare.

“Well.. um.. I can probably come to your house today.. for the game thing..”

Cameron let out a loud gasp. “You already hacked it?!”

“Y..Ya!”

“So cool! Ya, you can absolutely come over today!”

Damian smiled shyly. “Great!”

Cameron smiled back at him and looked to the side when the bell rang. “Aww man. Well. I’ll see you later, then?”

“Ya. See you!”

Cameron walked to his desk and Damian stared at him from afar.

At lunch, Damian was tempted to go and sit next to Cameron, but Cameron was surrounded by so many people. People who either thought Damian was weird and just didn’t know he existed. And the idea of butting into their friend group made him want to collapse like a startled goat. So, instead, he sat at a table by himself, the only other person there was one girl. Lisa Xiè.

Damian knew her in middle school. An intensely feared girl. Not because she’s a delinquent or a fighter. No. She is worse. She’s a teacher’s pet. One of the biggest rule followers Damian’s ever met. When she was given the position of hall-monitor, she acted like the dictator of the school. And not to mention when she became student council vice president..

Even though Damian was a relatively good student, she still managed to find things to get him in trouble for, whether it be his shirt was untucked or his locker had papers falling out of it.

Because of her attitude, she also didn’t have many friends, so while he might find her frustrating, they had a sense of solidarity on being lonely. So, he was the only one she seemed to allow to sit at her lunch table, glaring at anyone else who may dare try to come forth.

Once the school day came to an end, Damian stood at his locker, bouncing up and down on his heels excitedly as he waited for Cameron.

He saw the dark haired boy coming toward him, waving in greeting.

“Damian!” he exclaimed happily and Damian smiled back.

“I texted my dad that I’m going to your house,” he lied. What he really told him was that he was going to the library. “Let’s go!”

Cameron took his hand and dragged him, a skipping with every step. “Let’s!”

They arrived at Cameron’s house, Cameron skipping and hopping happily. Damian was quick to take off his shoes and follow Cameron to his room.

“Hello Mrs. Garcia!” Damian said as they walked past the kitchen.

“Oh, hello Damian!” she said, smiling at him. “Do you two boys want snacks?”

Damian was a bit surprised. She seemed to be in a better mood than last time he saw her.

“No thanks, mom!” Cameron said. “We’ll be fine!”

“Ok. Just remember, no eating in your room.”

“I know!” he said before dragging Damian to his room.

“Ok, can you show me?” he asked.

Damian smiled awkwardly. Cameron was so enthusiastic. It was nice and all, but also a bit overwhelming. Or maybe Damian was just overreacting..

Damian took out the Ti-84 Plus CE calculator and sat down at Cameron’s computer.

Cameron hovered over Damian’s shoulder, watching intently as Damian installed the program.

He laughed a bit awkwardly as he worked, murmuring, “It’s really not as interesting or cool as you’re making it seem..”

Cameron looked down at him with such a simple look as the simple words of, “It’s plenty interesting because you’re interesting,” came from his mouth.

Damian’s hand froze on the mouse and he choked out a laughed and quickly tried to clear his throat, sweating bullets.

“Oh wow..” he murmurs. “That’s.. really, really sweet, Cameron..”

He stares at the screen, his and Cameron’s reflection staring back at him.

He quickly got back to work and eventually finished, pulling up the program on the calculator before handing it to Cameron.

“Um.. knock yourself out..” he says with a crooked smile.

Wow.. the way Cameron’s face lit up. He looked as if someone just handed him a bar of gold or something actually precious and good.

Cameron squealed as he played on the calculator. “I can woo Elliott on here!”

Damian knew nothing about Stardew Valley, so he had no idea was Cameron was talking about, but he watched as Cameron collapsed onto the bed, staring with shining eyes at the calculator, and Cameron’s rambling just sounded like music. He made him happy. He brought him this joy. And that made Damian feel like he was king of the world.

Damian stood up from the swivel chair and laid next to Cameron.

“Can I watch you play?”

“Mhm!”

Damian glanced at the screen. “You said you were going to woo someone?”

“Ya! Elliott!”

“Oh? It’s a romance game?”

“Romance is part of it.”

“I see.. so, where is she?”

“She?”

“Ya. Elliott?”

Cameron snorted and shook his head. “Uhhh.. no.”

“Huh?”

“No.”

“No what?” Damian asked, confused.

He pointed to a character. The small screen made it a little hard to tell what they looked like, but then he realized.

“A guy?!”

“Ya!”

“You’re going after a guy character?!”

“Um.. ya?” He then gave Damian and hard look. “Got a problem with that?”

“N-no!” Damian said, but found himself inching away from Cameron, suddenly aware of their closeness. “I just.. I didn’t know you were..”

“Into guys?”

“..Ya.”

“Well, I’m omnisexual. But.. ya.”

Damian slowly nodded and choked out an echo, “Omnisexual…”

Cameron nodded, trying to smile but it slowly faded. “Why are you reacting like this?”

“Like what?!”

“All.. weird! Ugh, don’t tell me you’re one of those straight people who automatically thinks a gay person is thirsting after you.”

“N-no!!” he said, blushing even harder and nearly falling off the bed. But all that went through his mind is Wait, does that mean he doesn’t have a crush on me? and for some reason, that made him really disappointed.

Cameron sighs. “Please stop being so weird about this.”

“Weird?! Pffff! I-I’m not being weird!” Craaaaap, I’m definitely being weird.

Cameron gave him a serious look, and Damian had a feeling that was rare for him.

He sighs and sit up straight. “I’m sorry.. I promise, it really doesn’t bother me. It just caught me off guard..”

Cameron looked at him silently for a good 15 seconds before nudging him. “Hey.. I still want to be your friend..”

“And I want to be yours!” he said, almost immediately.

Cameron smiles at him and Damian stares at him before smiling back.

“Wanna keep playing the game?”

He nodded. “Ya..”

Cameron moved a little closer to Damian and the 2 looked at the game and continued to play.

Maybe this was the start of Damian’s first, really friendship.. his first, true connection..

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bhaalls · 3 months

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‘‘I’d love you even if you were a worm.’’ Astarion with a Fem!Plus Size Tav.

🔞 FLUFF, ANGST, AND SMUT ALL IN ONE SO BEWARE! MINORS AND MEN DNI! 🔞

A midsummer day at the campsite. Astarion is roaming about with the others, while you sit alone in your tent. You’re gazing at your reflection in the handheld mirror, disgusted by who you see.

Your overly-rounded face, puffy cheeks, and double-layered chin. You scowl lightly, running your fingers over the acne scars and pores. You feel hideous as you set the mirror down. Your entire life you lived as the unconventionally attractive one, or so to speak. Even being the sorcerer you are didn’t stop the ridicule from judgemental mouths, and their snake-slit eyes always watching your every move, hoping that you would fail. Astarion would compliment you every chance he got, but you still questioned his authenticity. Even though you’ve been silent about it for awhile, it creeps back around during moments like this. Astarion has always been beautiful. His lean yet muscular physique, toned abs, and jawline so sharp as if it was sculpted by the gods themselves. You still wonder how someone like him ever gave you a chance. Most men like him would’ve scoffed at the first sight of you. Yet, Astarion seemed to have been drawn to you since the first day. You always felt like it was because of your powers as a sorcerer, which made sense considering Astarion needed you to help him take down Cazador. But it’s how you’ve always felt. No one ever genuinely wanted you for you, only for what you possessed. At least, that’s how it had been ingrained into your mind. You quickly get dressed, making sure to bundle up with extra layers to hide your stomach rolls and contain your chubby thighs. In a way, this has been your way of masking. Astarion never seemed to mind, or does he...?

Later that evening, you find yourself sitting at the campfire. Astarion went out for a meal, and the others are in their tents. You’re roasting some chicken, when Astarion returns.

Astarion rubs his belly, ‘‘Ah, I just found the most delicious deer I think I’ve ever sank my fangs into. How about you, sweetheart? Enjoying the chicken?’’

You look up at him and crack a smile, as you slowly nod. ‘‘Oh yes, once it’s done cooking I’ll season it with some herbs.’’

Astarion smiles in response, as you turn your attention back to the chicken. He watches as you wipe your forehead. He can see droplets of sweat on both your forehead and face. He notices you’re also still wearing the multiple sweaters and jackets, even though it’s deep into the summer. Astarion’s eyebrows furrow slightly.

Astarion speaks up, ‘‘Darling, may I ask you something?’’

You look back up at him. ‘‘Yes, my love?’’

Astarion takes a seat on the log next to you, as he looks at you with a hint of concern. ‘‘I don’t mean to pry all of a sudden, but I’m just curious is all. It’s a little hot for wearing coats, wouldn’t you agree?’’

His questioning catches you off guard. It seems he’s seen through you, and you have no choice but to tell him the truth. ‘‘I, uh... I just like keeping myself concealed, you know? Don’t like others seeing my stomach, and things like that.’’ To your surprise, Astarion gives you a horrified expression.

He responds with a bit of shock in his tone, ‘‘I’m sorry... Did you just say you’re keeping yourself ‘concealed?’’ You sigh at his response, as you set the chicken down in your lap.

‘‘Yes, the truth is I’m insecure about my body, Astarion. I don’t like my fat stomach and my legs stick out, and my butt is rather concave. Not to mention having a puffy oval face with 2 chins doesn’t make it any better! That is why I wear tight-fitting clothes. It makes me feel less ugly.’’ You say bluntly, because it’s true to you. But Astarion is baffled at this confession, trying to fathom how his girlfriend could hate herself this much.

When Astarion responds, you can hear the heartbreak in his voice from your revelation, ‘‘Darling, I-... I don’t know what to say. I never guessed you felt this bad about yourself. You kept this from me? I wish you told me this sooner, my dear!’’

You frown to yourself. The guilt from keeping your insecurities hidden for so long has reached its tipping point. Astarion was thorough with you from the beginning, but you couldn’t relate. So of course, Astarion has every right to be upset. Your mask shatters, as you croak out your feelings all at once, ‘‘I-I’m sorry, my love! I just- You don’t understand how it feels to be me! To constantly live in shame and regret of my appearance! It’s... It’s easy for you, Astarion. You were already handsome before you became a vampire. I’ve never been the pretty one, or someone people sought after. A woman with a body like me was never meant to make it in this life.’’

Astarion’s red eyes darken at your words, as his jaw clenches. He remains silent for a moment, taking it all in. But after a moment, he inhales and speaks up, ‘‘Maybe you are right in the way that I am seen as a beauty standard. As for my fem-aligned counterparts, the pressure to be perfect is even worse. But you remember my past, darling. I was merely only valuable for my looks, not as a person! Until I met you, my sweet. When we first met, it was quite obvious we had our physical differences. But I didn’t care much for your body, to be frank. Your brilliant personality, and girlish whimsy, and of course that marvelous scent of your blood is what swooned me. To even assume that I’m shallow enough to choose someone based on their looks—is laughable. So? Listen when I say that, respectfully....’’ Astarion suddenly stands up, and he holds his hand out for you to take it. You eyes widen and your cheeks flush red, but nonetheless you take his hand and stand up as well. Astarion looks at you endearingly, smirking slightly as he then slowly trails his long slender fingers up your arms, making you shiver at his touch. His voice comes close to a whisper, and he leans down close to your ear.

‘‘My gorgeous darling, I’d love you even if you were a worm.’’ Astarion purrs out, as you feel yourself melt at his touching and captivating monologue. You feel heat take over your body, as Astarion looks you up and down. He bites his lip, as he then leans in and kisses you passionately. You feel your body fill with passion and lust as you return his kiss. Astarion grunts through the kiss, but he suddenly pulls away.

‘‘Darling, let us return back to our tent, where I can show you just how beautiful you truly are.’’ His accent oozes lust as he smirks at you. You blush again as you look into his eyes, nodding in response. Astarion takes your hand once more, as you both make your way back to your tent. You walk in first as he follows, closing the tarp behind him. Astarion then turns back to you and smirks, as he begins to take his tunic off. You watch him strip down to his glorious naked body, and blush as you glance back up at him. Astarion strides towards you as he slowly puts his hands on your waist, then leans in and kisses you again. Once you return his kiss, he begins to move his fingers down to your bum. It causes you to break the kiss and gasp lightly. Astarion can feel you tense up at this, he starts to console you.

‘‘Shh, darling. Just relax, my dear. There’s no need to be scared. Not anymore.’’ Astarion coos in your ear, and you feel the tension ease slightly. He then begins to trail his lips down to your neck, as you lean your head back. He plants soft kisses all over your neck, causing his hunger to rise slightly. A light moan slips out from your lips, as he moves his hands up to the hem of your coat, beginning to slowly take it off you. Your heart races at his move, and once your coat is off he lets it fall to the ground. He kisses you again, moving his fingers to the button of your blouse as he begins to unbutton them—slowly. Your breath catches in your throat, knowing your stomach and all its flaws will finally be revealed to him. He opens your blouse, and your belly falls out in all its glory. Astarion’s red eyes light up, his cheeks turning pink at the sight of your belly. He can’t resist, as his large hands begin to roam all over. He squeezes your rolls gently.

Astarion speaks again, his voice more sultry than before, ‘‘So this is what you’ve been keeping from me. My gods darling, you are... breathtaking.’’ He whispers out, as he looks back into your eyes. Your pulse relaxes, as you start to yearn for his touch. He can see the longing in your eyes, as he smirks once again.

‘‘Tell me you want this.’’ He demands, never taking his eyes off yours. After so long, you feel inclined for the pleasures of romance, and with a man that has made it known that you are his everything.

You quickly nod, as you lean close to his ear and purr, ‘‘I want this.’’ Astarion groans at your words, as he kisses you again, and you return his kiss with a more passionate heat this time. His desire grows more each second, as he yanks your blouse away. You both moan through the kiss, that’s when Astarion grips your thighs and lifts you up with ease, and begins to slowly set you down on the blanket, not breaking the kiss once. He presses himself up against you, slowly moving his fingers lower to your pants. You allow him to pull them down and off your feet. Astarion glances back up at you with his bewitchjng red eyes, as he moves his mouth to the hem of your undergarments, and begins to slowly drag them down with his fangs. Now you’re completely exposed to him. Astarion takes the sight of you in, admiring your fatness like a fine masterpiece. You feel flustered again, as you look away in embarrassment. But he suddenly leans up, and pulls your chin towards him.

‘‘No no, my sweet. Do not look away from me.’’ He speaks in an assertive tone, which makes your heartbeat quicken again. Astarion slowly moves his hands up to your large breasts, that hang a little past your ribs. He groans as he begins to caress them, then moves on to squeezing them. You moan and lean your head back again, as he starts to run his thumbs over your nipples. He does this for about a minute, then leads his head down towards your left nipple, and begins to suckle on it. You continue to moan, as his other hand rubs your right nipple. Once he’s done entertaining the left, he switches to your right nipple. He grunts as he swirls his tongue around it, then suckles on it as well. You had always wanted your breasts sucked on, and now your dream becomes reality. Astarion’s tongue felt silky against your nipples, and you couldn’t wait to see what else he could do with it.

Astarion decides to finish by grabbing both of your breasts, and rubbing his face in-between as he groans into them. This causes you to giggle and moan simultaneously, and he begins to move lower once again. He plants a trail of light kisses down to your large vulva, but instead of going right into it, he smirks, deciding to tease you by moving his lips towards your inner thighs, and starts planting kisses on both sides.

You groan and then hiss at him, but your words falter slightly, ‘‘Don’t t-tease me like t-that!’’ Astarion continues to kiss between your thighs, even going so far as to plant hickies, with his fangs grazing your skin slightly. Your legs jerk, his kisses sending shivers up your spine. Astarion chuckles, as he looks back up at you and teases you once again, ‘‘My my my, I haven’t even begun and you’re already dying to be tasted. I wonder if your juices are even sweeter than your blood.’’ He purrs, and you feel your vulva beginning to pulse from his words. Upon noticing this, he lowers his head down into your vulva as he slides his long tongue in. You gasp as you grab onto his silvery locks, as he starts to slowly move his tongue up and down your folds, savoring the taste of your sweet juice leaking out. You moan and whimper, as your hips buck slightly. His nails dig into both of your thighs, his tongue pressing deeper. You begin to push his head further, your vulva now throbbing from the rapid sensation. Astarion’s head bobs as he begins to move his tongue in and out of your canal, as you buck your hips in sync with his tongue, your thighs shaking along with you. Astarion groans as it sends out a vibrating sensation throughout your vulva, which causes you to gasp and arch your back, as Astarion feels the full force of your juices slip into his mouth. Astarion groans once more, as he doesn’t let a single drop go. He pulls away as his red eyes dart back up to you, smirking as he licks his lips. ‘‘As I thought! You taste splendid, darling.’’ Astarion teases, as he grins at you. Because you’re panting he decides to let you take a moment to recuperate. Once he sees you calm down, he speaks up again. ‘‘Are you ready for the next part, darling?’’ You take a deep breath, and nod as you breathe out, ‘‘Yes, my love. Take me there.’’ Astarion grins, as he then kisses you again.

You both grunt, as Astarion moves his member over your vulva. He then presses the tip against your throbbing clit, as you gasp and pull away from the kiss. He groans as he moves his hands down to your stomach, gripping your love handles as he grinds against you. You let out a whimper, and lean your head back. Your swollen vulva is aching to be taken by Astarion’s girthy, hard cock. He decides to make his move. He moves his member down to your canal, and slowly pushes it a little. Your eyes go wide and you yelp at the slight pain from it. He groans but quickly speaks up, ‘‘Does it hurt, darling?’’ He asks with a hint of anxiety in his voice. But you quickly reassure him, ‘‘Maybe a little bit, but... I want this. Please, give it to me!’’ You call out in response, and Astarion doesn’t hold back this time. He pushes his length all the way inside, as your back arches. You moan and he groans again, as his thrusts start slowly. You both stare into each other’s eyes, his filled with passion and hunger for you. He keeps a slow rhythm at first, but you ache for speed.

‘‘Astarion, please. I want more!’’ Your tone is desperate and pleading, but in a reassuring way. Astarion grunts, as he grins with his fangs protruding. ‘‘Very well, darling... If that’s what you want.’’ With that, he plunges deeper into you. He digs his claws into your sides, then begins to move at a rapid pace. You lean your head back as your eyes flicker, your mind swirling in ecstasy. Your bodies sync together in erotic perfection, your body finally getting the praise you so much deserved. He then kisses you in the heat of the passion, as his cock is stretching and filling up your canals. Both of your moans, groans, and whimpers fill the entire tent, and you both are soon to climax. Astarion nearly loses himself to your body in the moment, but quickly regains his senses slightly as he forces himself out of you, and holds his length up at your stomach with his silky white seed fluttering out onto your skin. You let out an exasperated squeal, as you feel your liquids began to ooze out of you. Astarion looks down and watches as he groans, then leans back down as he licks all of it all up. You lean back as well, panting heavily. He falls next to you, also panting and trying to get a breath in. You turn to him, as he looks at you and you both give each other satisfied smiles. But then you feel it, again.

The insecurity creeps up on you after a vulnerable night of passion, as you narrow your eyes and turn away from him. Astarion notices this as his smile falters slightly, as he puts his hand on your shoulder. He speaks with some anxiety in his voice, ‘‘Oh no... I did something, didn’t I? I was too rough, wasn’t I? Should I have been a little more moist?!’’ You let out a strained sigh, as you shake your head. ‘‘No, my love. It’s not that... It’s just—I want to be praised more in just seduction. I want my duties to be seen as worthwhile, and especially me as a person.’’ Astarion seems to relax a bit, as he smiles again. ‘‘Oh darling, I already commend you for all of that. You are just as attractive now, as you were when you casted Daylight upon Cazador himself. But I don’t want you to hide, and isolate yourself any longer.’’ He speaks in a soothing reassuring tone, but you frown as your judgement is starting to cloud your mind again. You speak rather pessimistically next,

‘‘I just feel like I’m too much for you to handle.’’

But Astarion counters this, and you can feel the genuinity radiate off his tongue.

‘‘You’re perfect to me, darling. I love every inch of you, inside and out. You’re not too much—you’re just right.’’ Your eyes widen once he says this, he reaches out and brings your hand into his, and plants an endearing kiss on your knuckles. You both smile again, as he then moves closer to you, and lays his head on your chest this time. All the doubts and insecurity from before slips away, and for once it feels like it won’t return for a very long time. Your mask has shattered and you’re finally free, with the man who will love you forever.

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