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Blaze The HunterCat and Silver The VampHog, Starring In:

Meet Cute Pt. 2

It was a disappointing, drab day. The skies were entirely covered by grey clouds, completely veiling the sun, no rogue rays could penetrate the dark clouds.

Some time had passed since their first meeting, seven months, three weeks, four days, and ten hours, not that Blaze was counting or anything. But the cat often found herself looking back on that night. A tip from an informant, an abandoned mansion, and an unlikely friend. Blaze was a vampire hunter, that night she expected to be greeted with battle, and a filthy vampire, but instead she was introduced to someone who would change her life forever; her new partner. Silver. Who was currently in the store across the street, buying... well, Blaze didn't actually know what he was buying. But probably strongarmed by Marine, Blaze's young apprentice, into purchasing something foolish. All she knew was that Marine had ran into the motel Blaze was signing into, asking for-- well, demanded, some money for Silver and her. At first the feline hunter denied her, but after she gave Silver the puppy eyes, and Silver gave Blaze his puppy eyes, she folded. She had a hard time saying no to Silver, and Marine knew it, often used it against her. That crafty raccoon. Marine just ran out cackling, clutching the paper notes close to her chest, to the store across the street. Silver thanked her with a small smile, which made her heart beat strangely fast. He promised to look after the girl, and followed her out.

This was rare for Silver. Going out of their van in the day. Usually only coming out at night to stretch his legs. It worried Blaze, more and more as time went on. She was afraid that Silver was suffering some sort of post traumatic stress, afraid to go outside. When Blaze first met Silver, he said he was trapped in Victory Mansion, but he never elaborated on how long, never said how he ended up there. When she pushed the subject he always panickily remarked that he didn't want to talk about it. She, of course, respected his privacy and wishes, but it didn't prevent her from worrying about him. What happened to him? Was it amnesia perhaps? Maybe Silver didn't remember what happened to him before Blaze. She just wanted to create the most comfortable environment possible for Silver to feel safe in. But really it was him, who made her life that much brighter.

Blaze felt immensely guilty for harming Silver accidently, when a bolt of her crossbow fired into Silver's foot. Luckily, miraculously, no real harm was done. She aimed to make it up to him. He kept telling her not to worry, that he'd be fine if they just dumped him on some random street corner, but Blaze wouldn't hear it. She couldn't help how she felt. "Please, Blaze. All this is unnecessary. The wound's all healed, hehe, I don't want to weigh you down."

"I won't hear any of it, Silver. You are no burden to us. The outside of the foot might look healed, but you should stay off your feet for the next few weeks just to be sure. In the meantime, we will look after you. Just rest, and don't worry about anything. Relax." Blaze assured the man laying in the back of her van as she drove, and took a sharp turn through a red light. Several cars beeped at them, and swerved out of their way. Silver, in the back, tumbled from wall to wall. Silver, being the supernatural creature of flight he was, was never frightened by turbulence, and yet this woman's driving made him have a heart attack.

"'Look after' him? What is he a baby?" Marine mockingly asked, not even tearing her eyes away from her Switch.

"Enough out of you, Mari."

She pulled up to a local café and convenience store. She purchased a warm coffee and a cup of chicken mushroom noodle soup, for Silver, to warm him up, because for some reason he looked tense surrounded by deadly, pointy, anti-vampire weaponry. Blaze stepped out of the store and returned to the van. Doors open, Marine's legs dangling over the edge, she was talking to Silver.

"So, how old are you?" Marine asked, her eyes narrowed, pouting.

That seemed to have tensed him up. He got all shifty eyed, avoiding Marine. "I-- uh-- fift-- no, too, high. thir--" He squinted at Marine, trying to read her face. "Ah, wha-- what's your-- how old do I look?" He was sweating. His lips and mouth felt dry as if he had bitten in a lemon.

"Marine!" Blaze exclaimed angrily at her apprentice. "It is incredibly rude to ask that someone."

Marine turned around still pouting. She argued, "I'm just asking! I mean, look at him!" The girl pointed at their new silver associate. "He looks like he's fifteen and thirty at the same time, and dresses like a freaking hundred year old."

"That's enough!" Blaze exclaimed. She tossed a pack of gummy worms into Marine's face, which immediately changed to overjoyed. "Now, go, get." The girl skittered deeper into the van.

"Awesome, fishing bait!" The girl exclaimed. She chomped down on the packet and attempted to tear it open, but couldn't.

Blaze entered, she turned to Silver, "Do you mind if I close the doors? Keep the cold out?"

"Oh, yeah, s-- sure." He replied quietly. Blaze closed the back doors behind her, and sat down opposite Silver. He was still trying to avoid eye contact.

"I'm... so sorry about Marine. She has no filter." She said side eyeing the girl. The raccoon didn't pay her any attention, focusing on gnawing on her plastic packet. "She's a good kid. She just needs to think before she talks... I-- I think you look... good. You know, not old, I'm twenty-two. If you care." She bowed her head, embarrassed, she didn't know what she was saying.

"Thank you. That's... That's really nice of you..." Silence, once more. Silver's eyes shifted from side to side. "I'm twenty... one."

"Cool..."

"..."

"I-- uh-- I got you something warm." She extended the cup of coffee to Silver, head bowed down, looking down at the ground to avoid his gaze.

Silver took the offering, and just looked at it, attempting to not look confused. "Oh, yes, this, thank you. I-- I like this." He pointed to the cup, and smiled nervously.

"I'm glad. I didn't know what you liked to drink, thought coffee might be a safe choice." Blaze turned her attention to the noodle pot. She partially peeled away the cup's lid, took out and poured in the water from her water bottle into the powdered substance, mixed the contents, and placed the cup on her palm. She realised something. "Before I... Do what I'm about to do... don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Okay?"

Silver looked confused. "O-- Okay? Blaze, believe me, no secret of yours could possibly shock me. And trust me, I have been shot with a wooden stack today, and I'm fine. Trust me, I'm tough. You can't hurt me." He couldn't explain why, but in that moment he reached for her hand, but he realised very quickly that he made a mistake, and retracked the hand before it could make contact. They both bowed their heads down, embarrassed.

Blaze closed her eyes and cleared her mind. Silver's eyes widened in disbelief as the cold soup began to bubble and boil, stream rose up from it, Silver could see vague semblance of embers rising up from Blaze's palm. She was actually generating heat from her hands! After a moment she opened her eyes and passed the cup over to Silver with a spoon. Silver, of course, accepted it, just with amazement on his face. "Blaze, that-- that was amazing! How did you do that?"

"It's just something I've been able to do ever since I was a little girl." A byproduct of dark alchemy, curtesy of her 'beloved' parents, she didn't feel like going into it, a lot of painful memories. "People are usually more horrified when they see this side of me." Silver noticed that there was a very real sorrow in her voice, and a sad look on her face.

He didn't like seeing her sad, he wanted to say something that would lift her spirits, "Well, I think that's amazing, Blaze. You clearly have a gift, and a good, kind soul deserving of it."

"...Thank you, Silver. I... That's... I'm not used to receiving complements like that, forgive me." She attempted to hide her face.

"That sounds terrible, I'm sorry Blaze. You seem really lovely. I mean I really like you. You definitely deserve more complements. You're the nicest person I've ever met. You dressed my wound, you gave me... warm gifts, and... you've said nice things to me."

"Those aren't really a high bar, Silver."

Silver's face fell. "Well..." Blaze waited, but Silver never finished that sentence.

Blaze realised that they treaded on sensitive ground. She cleared her throat, she needed to change the subject. "So, maybe taste the soup and see if you like it." She fidgeted with her hairband which kept her hair in a ponytail.

"Oh! Taste, yep, yes. Sustenance. Food. Ha. Thank you." Silver awkwardly placed the spoon into the cup and swirled the contents and raised some to his mouth. He hesitated slightly, Blaze watched expectingly, he closed his eyes and placed the spoon in his mouth. He slurped and swallowed. His eyes shot open and almost cartoony 'mmmm' escaped him. "This is delicious." He quickly took another spoonful. "Blaze, you made this?!"

"Well, n--"

"This is marvellous! You truly have a talent!"

"I-- thank you, Silver. That's very nice of you."

"Oh seasoning, how I've missed you. Reminds me of my home..." A sad expression crept up onto his face. "I wonder what Romania is like this time of year."

"Is that where you're from? Do you have any family there?" Blaze asked curiously.

"...No... Not anymore." Silver remarked quietly.

"Well... if you don't have anyone to go to... you could stay with us for the time being. At least until we're certain your foot is completely fine."

"...Again, you are the kindest person I've met, Blaze." The silence between the two was interrupted by the sound of struggle. Blaze and Silver turned to see the young raccoon still trying to tear the packet open with her dull teeth. She must've been doing it the entire time, but the two had only just noticed. Marine groaned and threw the packet onto the floor in frustration. Silver scootched over to help. "Here let me help." Silver took the packet of gummy worms, bit down on the plastic with his fangs and pulled, and tore it open as if it was paper. "There you go." He handed it back to Marine, who quickly swiped the sweets out of his hand.

"I loosened it for you."

Silver smiled. He turned back to Blaze, who had a bright blush running across her face. "Blaze? Are your powers manifesting again?"

"Uh, yep, yes. Anyway, time to go. Better get on the road." She coughed, and quickly exited the van through the back door, closing it behind her. Outside, in the cool air, she composed herself, slapping her cheeks, taking a breath in and out.

Silver then turned his attention to the young raccoon, who cocking a crossbow, a wooden stack loaded on it. She narrowed her eyes at Silver, "Just give me a reason to use ol' Doris here." She waved it around in Silver's direction. The hedgehog-out-of-time gulped in fear of the little girl.

Blaze entered the van, and got into the driver's seat, missing the entire threat. "Alright, lets go." She turned the keys in the ignition and the van rattled as the engine shook to life. Blaze took off, without signalling and the journey began.

Silver watched through the windows of the back doors the towering buildings of the city go by. He noticed something else, the welcome sign for Crisis City, they had just passed it. They were leaving... Leaving Crisis City. For the first time in decades. Silver couldn't believe it. It almost felt freeing.

Over the course of the next few months Blaze and Silver became closer. They just enjoyed each others' company, and soon enough it seemed strange to think of a life without the other. Silver was forever thankful to Blaze for freeing him, but also giving him a home of a sort. No one had ever done so much for him, and he felt like he had to repay his rescuer in some way. So he proceeded to do just that. He wanted to be useful. He helped with the washing clothes, tiding up (good lord the van was a mess), he helped organise all resources, although he did have an occasional heart attack when handling the weaponry. Blaze was kind enough to teach Silver all he needed to know when it came to defending himself against vampires; how to sharpen wooden stacks, how to steal holy water out of churches (they got caught a few times), and how to lace garlic essence onto weapons, doorframes, and... clothing. That was... a choice. Silver tried to approach the topic gently.

"Blaze, you know how much I love you."

"Yes, of course Silver."

"And I know you love garlic.... When's the last time you showered?"

"Just a few minutes ago."

"Then why--"

"I cover myself in garlic before I go to sleep every night. You can never be too careful. You don't want a vampire to sneak up on you in the middle of the night, do you?! That's when you're most vulnerable!" She remarked looking semi-deranged. She and Marine were really more alike than either of them were willing to admit.

And that was as far as they ever got with that conversation.

It was just then that Blaze realised that she was staring, out the window, at Silver. He was smiling about something to Marine, who was skittering around out of Blaze's line of sight. She was surprised to see the two get along so well. Mari was so distrusting and cautious of Silver when they first picked him up like a stray. But over the time they had forged a strange friendship, Blaze wasn't even sure when it happened. But Blaze didn't question it. Silver was obviously more lenient and giving with Mari, unlike Blaze who often chose to be more stern and rigid. Silver loved to listen, often sitting patiently and intrigued in anything the young girl had to say, and she loved to ramble. And she had a lot to teach the hedgehog, her limitless passion for all things nautical was intoxicating, the girl was just so excited to finally share her interests with someone who'd listen. Endlessly monologuing about all kinds of ships and how to construct them, and musing about all manner of myths about the seven seas.

Not only that, Silver encouraged the hobby. Apparently, at night, he had snuck out and presumably bought a full pack of art supplies for Mari (with what money? she did not know). Marine made quick use of them when she transformed the outside of the van into a pirate ship with her new airbrushes. Going so far as to even paint a mural at the side of the van depicting a pirate raccoon defeating an attacking Kraken and defending a hedgehog and cat standing back in awe of the raccoon hero. Blaze was unamused and embarrassed.

"Did you want to tell us something, Mari?"

"What? They're at least 25% legally distinct." The girl shrugged.

But probably what got Silver in Marine's good graces was his naivity and gulability.

"Hehehe, hey Silver, hehehe." She snickered to herself.

"Hmm?"

"It-- Hehehe-- It smells-- Ha! Hehehe-- It smells like updog in here."

"... What?... What is updog?" Silver replied unsuspectingly.

Marine fell over onto the ground with bellyaching laughter, tears of joy streaming down her face. She rolled side to side as Silver just watched on, confused, and slightly worried that his young compatriot just suffered a mental break. But no, that was just Marine.

"Oh Ho Ho My God, I've never gotten that to work on anybody! HAHAHA!"

"What-- is happening?"

Blaze simply remarked, "You get used to tuning her out."

Marine didn't say it outright, but she really loved the gift, and she wanted to share it with Silver. She want to paint with him. And Silver would have loved for nothing more, but he couldn't. It was day. And so Silver stayed inside the van. He always did. He claimed he was tired from staying up late last night. So he slept all day, only waking up to chat with Blaze occasionally when she brought him coffee, which quickly became a favourite drink of his. They'd chat for hours on end without realising it, just enthralled in each other's company, laughing and telling stories. Time passed so quickly when they were in each others' presence, there were never enough hours in a day, yet all of them were blissful. Marine teased Blaze about it from time to time, but Blaze just rolled her eyes and scoffed at the implications. She just really liked this weirdo she found in the middle of nowhere. What was the problem?

"Ma'am?... Ma'am, your keys?"

"Wha- Sorry?"

"Your keys, for your rooms." The desk clerk offered a pair of keys in his palm. Blaze kindly accepted them and thanked them after clearing his throat. She noticed that Silver and Marine were returning from the store, Silver several paces behind the raccoon. Blaze stepped out to meet them. She couldn't help but smile.

"So? What did you get?" Blaze asked, arms folded.

"Only something essential." The girl remarked slyly. She then proceeded to pull out something from behind her back. It was strange, Blaze couldn't quite tell what it was supposed to be. A purple ring around her finger, dangling from it was a wobbling rubbery string with a cartoony hand at the end. Mari twirled the contraption around and flung it at the feline, the sticky hand landed directly at the centre of Blaze's forehead. She was unamused to say the least. "See? I can grapple all types a' stuff with this thing! And it can get through metal detectors no problem! Ha!"

"... Marine, you have three seconds to get this thing off me, take these keys, go up to the room, and settle yourself in, or you will get the whopping of your life." Blaze replied sternly.

Marine, clearly intimidated, retracted the silly toy, took the keys and skipped off, "Alright, alright, you don't have a sense of humour I get it... Man, an actual bed, like in a room and stuff, ha, living the high life." Hardly, the motel was... well let us say; below three stars. The raccoon sprinted up the stairs and ran off in search of her room number.

Blaze sighed, and turned to Silver who waited patiently for her with a smile. The irritation melted away quickly. He had a warm coffee in hand, still steaming, which he handed over to the purple feline. "Here, I thought you might like something warm to wake you up."

Blaze accepted, "Thank you, Silvy. Greatly appreciated." She took a quick sip. "Do I look that tired?"

"Wha-- What? No. You look lovely. I just-- thought you might like one. It's our thing." He fidgeted with his fingers awkwardly.

"Have you gotten something for yourself at least?"

"Sure have!" Silver pulled out a delicious red apple. "I've really grown a liking for fruits. Definitely fulfils some... personal cravings." Silver bit into the red juicy orb, tearing a sizable chunk out of the fruit with relative ease, no small part thanks to his sharp canines. Blaze found herself staring at them once more, as she often did, more than she liked to admit. Fangs... Long fangs... she thought to herself. It was curious. She had never seen such large fangs on a hedgehog, they were no great predators.

"Notice anything new about me?" Silver asked excited.

"Huh?"

"You were looking." Silver claimed. Blaze rolled her eyes dismissively, yet a smile was plastered on her face. "Did you notice my new clothes?" He pointed with his flat palms up and down his person, "Normal clothes!... As MarMar put it." He looked expectingly at Blaze. "Do--" He stopped. And started again as air got caught in his throat. "Do you like it?" Immediately he turned away from her, that statement did not come off the way he wanted.

It took a lot of strength for Blaze not to just blurt out a 'Yes!' She had to keep her composure. Be normal. Be normal. When they first meet, Blaze found Silver wearing a rather ornate expensive looking garment, cape and all. Silver kept the outfit for longer than Blaze expected, he said it held significance to him. Perhaps it reminded him of his family, though Blaze didn't know much about them, Silver seemed to have a troubled history with them. Blaze could relate. But he never pried, and so neither did she. They respected each other's boundaries and limits. They understood each other, in a way no one else in their respective lives ever did. It was so refreshing. Being comfortable around someone. Being understood.

Eventually, the old-fashioned garb Silver was sporting was phased out, after an unfortunate adventure that the vampire hunters dragged Silver into. It got ruined in a conflict. There were alegid sightings of vampires in the woods just outside of the coastal town of Soleanna. When Blaze announced where they were heading, Silver looked almost like his ghost was about to leave his body. He tried to sway the two off the path, recalled various legends about the woods in an attempt to scare the vampire hunters away. Blaze simply scoffed and patted Silver on the back, saying that that was exactly why they were going there. The rumours turned out to be true. It was almost as if Silver knew, and tried to warning them ahead of time... Nah, that couldn't be.

The cat opened the back doors of what Marine was now dubing the 'battle-van', apparently she was rewatching the re-runs of ninja turtles again. Silver was shocked to see that there were more weapons now than there were the day before and the day before that.

"That-- That's a lot of... A lot."

"Yes." Blaze smiled eagerly, mistaking Silver's nervousness for being stunned and impressed. She casually swiped a handful of razor blades, silver bullets, and crossbows, and reached for a large black case underneath. It had a long strip of masking tape stuck on it, in marker written on it was one thing: Garlic. She opened the case.

"oh my god." Silver spoke out under his breath.

"Take as much bombs as you need, for your safety." She instructed, clearly worried about Silver's safety.

Silver was quaking, "M-- Maybe later." He had already raised his palms in protest. But Blaze wasn't having any of it.

"None-sense, Silver. This is potentially a dangerous nesting spot for vamps. We have to prepare you." Blaze grabbed Silver's hand and pulled it close. There was that feeling again. A heart beating? His? But that couldn't be, could it? He quickly realised that she didn't just want to hold his hand, as she slapped a garlic grenade into the hedgehog's hand and closed his fingers around it. "Now, I will teach you how to use these."

"Oh, no, that's alright, I don't--" Blaze pulled the pin. "AHHHH! What are you--"

Blaze held Silver's hands, cupping the grenade, "Calm yourself, Silver. The handle is still in place, it will only explode if it flies off. You must hold it in place, understand?" She spoke in a calm tone.

"Uh-- Uh, yeah."

"Alright. Good." Her hands let go of his, he immediately missed the warmth. "After you let go, it explodes after seven seconds. Hold for two, throw on five. Understood?"

"Yep."

"Good. So throw. Because there's a pack of vampires right behind us." The cat pointed behind Silver, who turned in a panic.

A swarm of vampires leapt out of the tall trees, screaming on top of their lungs, "Who Dares Disturb The Land of Mephiles!?"

"Good idea." He quickly lobed the grenade at the incoming horde, it exploded in a cloud of garlic. It slowed the attackers down, but didn't stop them. They ran off splitting up, Blaze ended up on her own, armed with a belt of garlic bombs. She clipped one off after another, chucking the self-made explosives at the incoming hordes. Her masterful hand to hand combat was plenty to keep her opponents at a distance, though her garlic-laced silver blades didn't hurt either... well, not her anyway.

So they did walk right into a trap, a full vampire nest, dozens on dozens of pale, silver-furred, fanged creatures leapt out from the shadows and chased the purple feline, madly running away. The thing is they would've gotten her, if not for a little help. A nightwalker closed the distance, unhinging their jaw to chomp down on Blaze's head, just then a honking came through the dark trees and the van came barrelling through, ramming into the monster, sending the vampire flying. Blaze raised her brow in confusion at her rescue.

"MARINE!?"

"Yeah!" Marine exclaimed happily from behind the steering wheel.

"What are you doing in the van!?!"

"Oh it's cool," The girl replied, "Silver said I was allowed to." She pointed her thumb at Silver in the passenger seat next to her, he waved awkwardly at Blaze.

"You're too young to drive! Get out young lady right now!" Blaze demanded, pointing to the ground at her feet. Then a moment later a snarling growl, vampires began to rain like hail, THUD THUD THUD on the roof of the van. "Stay in the van! Stay in the van!" The cat quickly changed her mind.

The hordes gathered, encircling Blaze, all piling on her. A vampire was about to sink their fangs into Blaze's neck, when she shoved a grenade into his gob. And as she waited for the explosion, a greenlight enveloped them all. And then suddenly, everything felt lighter. Blaze opened her eyes only to be greeted with a soft face, kind eyes, and a warm smile. Silver held her hand and was ushering them into safety. But how? Silver was encased in emerald light. It felt like they were... flying. But... that can't be right.

"Silver?"

"Yes, Blaze?" He smiled, overjoyed to see her safe.

"Are we flying?"

A dreadful realisation struck Silver, his eyes widened as he gasped, "Ah-- N-- No! Wha-- Whaaaat?"

"Yeah, we are!" Marine remarked excited as she popped up from behind him, clinging to his quilled back. The light faded, and the three fell to the ground.

"No. No. No. Flying? You must be woozy." Silver attempted to lie, poorly, he was very bad at that.

"Silver." He fell silent. He didn't want to interrupt her. "Do not lie to me. I know what you are." That was it. The end. The cat was out of the bag. She knew his secret. He enjoyed their short friendship so, and now the person who made his heart beat for the first time in decades was about to slay him. And he accepted it. Closing his eyes. He waited for the feeling of the cold steel to pierce his heart, but instead a warmth welcomed him. A hug. He opened his eyes in blissful surprise. "It's alright, Silver. You don't have to hide."

"What?"

"These powers. It's a curse. Like mine. My fire and your mind. We believed we should have been ashamed of them. To keep them hidden." Silver was stunned to see a tear, roll down her face. She was stunning. "But when I revealed my fire to you... I've never felt freer. And I want you to feel just as free around me."

Silver was taken aback. The kindest thing anyone has ever said to him. He struggled to find the words, he hadn't realised that he too was shedding tears. All choked up, after a moment he finally replied, "Thank you, Blazey." And he returned the hug. They stayed their for a good moment.

"Yeah, guys *sniff* not crying by the way." Marine sniffled.

"Yes, Marine?"

"It's all sweet an' all." She wiped her tears away. "But vamps are right on our heels, and we need to get the van back."

"Yeah, let's do that." Silver sniffed.

"Oh, and one more thing, Silver." Blaze remarked.

"What is it, Blaze?"

"Your clothes, they're torn and tattered. Don't worry, we'll take care of you. Like I promised." She smiled. He smiled back. He nodded joyfully. "Oh, and... did you call me... Blazey?"

It was a lovely memory.

Silver wasn't wearing anything fancy. A grey crop-top hoodie, opening up his midriff, and a pair of black sweatpants. It wasn't much, the team didn't have a lot of money, but Silver made it work. "Are you okay? You kind of zoned out?" Silver asked.

"I'm alright. Just thinking about happy memories..." She looked up at the grey cloudy skies above, sun hid behind the blanket of dullness. "Lousy weather. Not the best outfit for today." She pointed out to him.

"Why's that?" Silver tilted his head to the side.

"It's cold, dull and drab. It's cloudy, the sun can't even peek out today."

"I think it's really lovely." Silver shrugged. "...I love your hair." Silver stated out of the blue. Blaze tilted her head, and quirked a brow. "I love how soft and curly it is. And there's that one rogue curl that always escapes your ponytail. It's-- It's cute, is all."

"Where did that come from?" She asked curiously.

"Well, I just thought you could use some complements. You deserve them."

Blaze wore a dreamful expression on her face. She closed the distance between them, and placed a hand on his waist. Which prompted him to drop his apple. He turned tomato red. His lips quivered, and his voice shook, "Bla-- Blazey? What are you?--" The cat's smile grew into a smirk all the while her hand snaked up his chest, under the hoodie, to his fluffy chest fur. That practically stole the breath out of Silver's lungs.

"I sure hope I don't get bitten today.~"

He tapped his pointing fingers together as his blush burned brighter, "Like? Right here?" She pushed him backwards against the doors of the van. Her other arm snaked around his side, causing the pinned boy to shake, the hand reached passed him and unlocked the van doors.

"In."

"Yep."

He encased himself and her in a green light and floated them into the van, closing the door behind them, and drawing the blinds closed around the windows. Silver, red as a tomato, laid himself on the floor, his heart was racing. And he loved it. He loved this feeling, feeling in general. It was amazing. He couldn't stop smiling, even if it quivered. As Blaze pounced on him, pinning him to the ground, Silver was practically vibrating in his nervousness. She locked eyes with him. Their noses were an inch apart. "Are you okay with this?" He nodded, just 'mmhmm'ing, blushing feverishly. She closed the distance, nuzzling their noses together. She moved up to his ear and kissed it softly, purring into it. Silver giggled as he cuddled closer into Blaze's warm body.

Her fingers slowly combed through his fluffy chest fur, scratching and brushing it. Her pointing finger caught a lock of snow white fur and twirled it around. She had found out over time that she enjoyed doing it, helped her think. She never stopped looking at him, wide smirk on her face, her eyes half-lidded keeping direct eye contact with Silver's wide, adorably-panicked eyes. The most powerful being on the planet, and he melts before her touch; it was satisfying, to hold such power over a person and have them desire it.

Silver in turn leaned in and shakingly kissed Blaze's scar on her left cheek. It was an old wound, it didn't hurt anymore. Silver often wondered where and how Blaze had gotten it; probably in some epic confrontation of a vampire or some other opponent. But once again, they didn't intrude. He quickly realised Blaze was uncomfortable with it, often turning away from him to hide her left cheek from him when he acknowledged it; usually trying to cover it with popped collars of her trench coat, a scarf, or hood. As their relationship grew more intimate over the months traveling together Silver managed to muster up the courage to show his appreciation and care for Blaze, who was doing so much for him. Not only did he help with cleaning and washing, and constantly getting them gifts, he wanted to do more. He realised that much like him Blaze was a self-conscious person, who often reseeded into herself. He wanted to show that he loved all of her, that all of her was beautiful. To him she was a marvel. It started with complements, then one day when falling asleep on him she, half-asleep, led his soft hand to her left cheek, before falling into slumber. Silver had planned to stay up all night that night to keep watch over them like always. But the warmth, both coming from her and from inside his own body, the softness of Blaze's fur, and the melodic purring that he had never heard before, it coaxed his eyes to close. And that was the night that he fell asleep for the first in his life, and what a wonderful night of sleep it was. He awoke from one dream to another to see that she had not retreated from their embrace in the morning. With sleepy greetings exchanged Silver dared to lean in that morning and place his lips upon her left cheek, and simply whispered, "Thank you."

She liked it. The gesture stayed, and increased in frequency. They didn't really notice the change in their relationship, and so they didn't acknowledge it. That was until Marine teased them about it one day when arguing with Blaze, which happened a lot. Something along the lines of:

"Why are we still on the intersection?! We should be off it by now! We should be on E12! 12! We're on 17! Why are we on 17!?" Blaze complained frantically with bags under her eyes, her ponytail a mess, hunched over, her eyes darting madly between the road ahead and the map Marine was holding, and flipping it upsidedown, then a second later downsideup. They were lost. And Blaze had been up for hours, coffee after coffee, trying to find the path to their destination. "Stop turning it."

Marine, rightfully, rolled her eyes and groaned. "Well, maybe we wouldn't be lost, if you and Silver just cut down on your smooch sessions."

The car halted to a sudden stop, swerving to the side of the road. Blaze just sat there, stiff, motionless, with a million yard stare. She looked like she was about to break the steering wheel off. The young raccoon felt a sudden surge of fear, and foresaw a whooping in her future. The girl was suddenly quiet. Poor Silver was just behind them in the back within ear shot of the argument, he simply sat there tight lipped, sweating. "Is-- Is anyone else w-- warm? I-- Is it warm for anyone else?"

The incident led Blaze and Silver to actually acknowledge the change in their relationship, which was awkward, but important and ultimately helpful, it helped them move forward and be more open about how they truly felt towards each other. Even thought they still shyed away and denied it when Marine brought it up.

Blaze moved down from Silver's sensitive ear down to his cheek, and kissed it gently. Then hovered above his lips. Silver shook, his heart felt like it was about to explode. She waited, building up the tension, the anticipation, holding her prey in suspense, never letting him know when she was about to strike. In a playful twist, the feline moved away from boy's lips, she smiled showcasing her own sharp canines; Silver almost passed out at the sight, he knew exactly what was coming up.

Blaze softly kissed her partner's neck. Blaze unhinged her jaw, freeing her feline fangs, like shimmering sabers; Silver readied himself. And Blaze sank her teeth into Silver's neck, she was being gentle, it nearly broke skin, but not quite. Silver knew her teeth could snap through chains, she was being gentle with him. Silver couldn't help but kick his feet. And soon enough Blaze heard her favourite sound in the whole wide world emanating from Silver's throat. Silver was whimpering. She giggled. She loved it.

Blaze moved back to Silver's lips, hovering directly above them once more. They were about to bridge the gap, when Blaze spoke, "I love that sound." And then... suddenly... the romantic atmosphere record scratched away. Silver recoiled at the smell of his beloved's breath. It was garlic. He almost turned green. Blaze was unaware of the atmosphere change, "You like that?"

Silver gulped and nodded, "Yeah. Yep. Oh my god." He almost passed out. "Jalapeno, remember when I told you about my garlic-- uh-- allergy?"

Blaze quirked her brow, confused, "Yes? Wha--" She came to a realisation. "Oh!" She pulled back, "Oh I'm so sorry, Silver." She immediately began looking around for any mints.

"No, no, it's alright. I-- I loved it, Blazey." He reached out for her, wrapping his arms around her. "We can-- Can we keep going?" He awkwardly asked. Blaze just smirked down at the adorable boy cuddling into her. The cat found her breath spray, and the game was back on. Blaze pushed her prey back down to the floor, and laid down on top of him, placing her head on Silver's furry chest, the softest pillar in the world.

"I have never been more at peace." She murmured, her voice muffled by Silver's thick fur.

Silver felt Blaze's tense muscles ease up, her breath was slow and steady, and a low purring vibrated out of her. He believed her. And he made her feel that way? He was beyond honoured, overjoyed. "Blaze, you have no idea how happy that makes me to hear that. All I ever wanted to do was make you feel comfortable, make up for all that you've given me."

Blaze's finger was once again twirling Silver's chest fur playfully, it often helped her think, or relax. Perhaps she was trying to do both. There was something on her mind. "I don't feel like I deserve to feel this way."

That shocked Silver out of his daydreaming gaze, "What? Why?"

"I have grown complacent. Lazy... Unfocused... About my duties, my mission."

"..."

"I took a vow to hunt down the nightwalker, to never rest until I have slain the last vampire and have rid this world of their macabre evil. Only then, when the world is safe, do I have the right to rest."

"... Blaze, you do so much."

"No. I used to. But... I have been abandoning my responsibilities, selfishly, for the pursuit of a normal lifestyle. These past few months I've neglected the hunt. I haven't slain a single vampire in months. Months! Because I have been too busy with picnics and going to concerts and watching films, and-- and pretending like I have a normal, ordinary life. While the forces of evil reign unchecked, all because of my desire for companionship and the ordinary!..."

"... I... I wouldn't mind being ordinary. Ordinary could be nice." They looked into each other's eyes, enamoured by the soul behind.

She nuzzled deeper into his fur, "I don't get to indulge with the mundane and the routine. Whether the world knows it or not, it's depending on me. It's all on me. And if I turn a blind eye to this, it makes me just as much of a monster as my rivals."

"You don't need some mad mission to prove to the world and yourself that you're a good person. I already know that, because I know you. And you're amazing!... It's not all on you, it doesn't have to be. I can help share the weight. I think that's what partners do."

Blaze smiled, "I don't deserve you."

"You deserve the world and more... I'm the one who's not enough, I have no great wealth, no great wisdom, all I have to give is myself. Even though I know I can never be enough, I dedicate all of myself to you. In the hope that one day I will be worthy of your kindness... I never really felt alive before I met you. Every moment with you is bliss." He was looking up at the roof, staring into the middle distance, but the words came straight from the heart. He looked down to see Blaze looking up at him with watery eyes, "Thank you for making my heart beat."

"Oh Silver." Blaze pulled herself up and without any hesitation placed a kiss directly on Silver's lips. Silver kissed back, he attempted to push back, but there was no winning the battle, he melted under her touch, and Blaze dominated as usual. And just then, when they were deep in their fantasy and bliss... the van doors swung open and Marine intruded. She was about ask for something, but stopped in her tracks. Her eyes widened and lit up, her mouth agape. She released a high pitched shriek which transformed midway into a cackle.

"Oh. My. GOD! You ARE together! HA! I knew it!" She exclaimed.

Blaze got up and was about to assault this small child before Silver stopped her.

"MARIIIIIIIINE!!!!!!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!!!!" The girl ran off laughing.

---

And then they exploded.

Sorry for the (extremely) overdue Halloween treat. Life is hectic. But I love these two so much. These fic was a long time coming. And of course I want give a heartfelt thank you to @vilayrou for making such beautiful art that inspired me to write some of my new favourite fics. And as a bonus; Happy SilvazeAnniversary!

#silvaze #blaze the cat #silver the hedgehog #marine the raccoon #silvazeanniversary #long post #vampire au

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Homecoming (one-shot)

Synopsys: When Y/N goes missing during a simple supply run, she comes back with world-shattering news for Astarion. News he never thought to hear, and now he has a decision to make, one that will shift his life on its axis once more.

Set after the main events of BG3

Pairing: Astarion x fem!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, a bit of SMUT, but nothing explicit

Warnings: talks of blood, injuries, swearing, mentions of abuse, but nothing explicit, kidnapping

Word count: 8397

A/N: I have not played Baldur's Gate 3 (I don't own a PS or a PC where to play it. all of this is based on the info gathered online and through Neil's own gameplay etc. Please be kind :) )

Part 2(ish) - Love Conquers All (one-shot)

A home was not something to ever be taken for granted, that much they had learned during their adventures.

A home was a fire slowly crackling in the hearth, warmth expanding through the living room. A home was Astarion sitting on a loveseat, a book in his hands while he waited for his love to finish puttering around in the kitchen. A home was drying tea leaves and making preserves for the coming winter as she shooed him out, saying that his fussing would only hinder her process.

He’d huffed, puffed and whined, trying to make Y/N pull away from her plans just so they could curl up and read together, but she was adamant.

“I’ve already started.” She dropped an orange peel and pressed some lemon juice into the steaming pot. “It’ll be wasted produce if I just leave it now.”

“But it will take you hours!” Astarion whined like a child and even stomped his foot, making her snort.

“And it will take me twice as long if you don’t stop annoying me.” Y/N threw him a saccharine smile over her shoulder, batting her lashes at the pouting vampire. “Now, be a good boy, and quit pestering me. We’ll have all the time in the world, once I’m done.”

Astarion just groaned, going up to her and wrapping his arms around her waist, the incisors he usually sank into her neck now nipping at her lobe. “I can be a very good boy if you only let me prove it.”

“My love, you will be getting absolutely no sex from me, if you don’t let me at least finish this batch.” A shiver rushed down her spine as he licked at her neck, so close to that sweet spot he always used as a place to bite and drink from. But she had to be strong. The jams wouldn’t make themselves. “Every additional minute you keep me from this will be an additional day of your dry spell.”

The vampire spawn jumped back from her as if he’d been scalded, scarlet eyes narrowing in on her. “You wouldn’t dare. You wouldn’t last an hour!”

Y/N turned around, crossing her arms as a devious smile bloomed on her lips, a brow raised in challenge. “Would you like to test those waters?”

Astarion stood, staring her down. His crimson gaze was blazing from underneath his lashes, but she didn’t budge. They’d played this game for close to three years as a couple now, and she’d learned very quickly – Astarion was very much so a cat. But especially – he was a cat that liked to knock things over while keeping direct eye contact with you, though the second you placed a palm underneath whatever it was he wanted for to fall, all his need for chaos disappeared. It just wasn’t fun anymore.

For twenty long seconds, Y/N and her pale elven lover didn’t break, hoping the other would crumble and be announced as the loser, but part of what he loved about her, was her stubbornness. It was because of that part of her personality, she’d stuck by him when his doubts had crept in, when his own mind called him worthless and not good enough for her, almost as if to spite those vicious words in his mind. She didn’t give up on the people she loved, and as luck would have it, Astarion owned her heart.

But Y/N also knew how to handle a cat like him, so just after a few more tense moments, his eye twitched, and he huffed in defeat.

“Fine,” he scoffed. “But if you are not done by sundown, I shall have no other option but to drag you away from the stove. Kicking and screaming preferred.”

Y/N simply shook her head, and went to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling the man into a deep, breathless kiss, but not before nipping at his bottom lip, dragging the piece of flesh between her teeth and making him let out a desperate moan. “I’ll even let you tie me up if you wish to do so.”

Astarion’s pupils almost swallowed the red irises in a matter of seconds, as he threw his head back in a groan. “My love, you’re absolutely killing me here.”

“Then I hope whatever punishment you deem fit for me, will be just oh, so sweet.” Y/N stepped back, untangling herself from him, but the mischievousness in her eyes didn’t lessen.

She could see how the words tortured him, how it took every single last piece of his fraying self-control, to not rip off her apron and the clothes underneath and just lay her down on the kitchen table, legs spread with his mouth licking into her until she orgasmed.

With eyes holding nothing but pure lust and hands clenching and unclenching, Astarion retreated. Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t hot and bothered and absolutely dripping between her thighs, and the thought of finishing those jams was the last thing on her mind, but she did have to do it. If only to keep him waiting longer, knowing whatever his beautiful brain was cooking up would leave her screaming and shaking for hours.

They’d been growing their own vegetables and fruits, Y/N tending to them during the nights to spend more time with Astarion as he fussed over his flower gardens, so it would simply be wasteful to leave their berries to rot. The year had been very generous and offered a variety of things to gather, so a while back, she’d decided to pickle some of the tomatoes and cucumbers, turn another batch of peppers and tomatillos into sauces while the sweeter things would be turned into syrups and jams.

Y/N shook her head, trying to clear it from the haze of lust, as the aroma of lemons and cranberries, raspberries and oranges wafted all around, encasing her in the scent. She was just about to add the sugar when the tin rattled with the sound of the last grains left.

Her brow furrowed as she opened the lid and looked inside. Sure, enough it was empty.

The woman huffed. She was absolutely positive she’d gotten the right amount during the last trip, but somewhere along the way it seemed a miscalculation had happened, and now she had to get more. Y/N would have asked Astarion, and had the sun dipped below the horizon, he would have jumped at the request, but alas his little vampiric predicament forbade him from walking during the day, the sun still high in the sky from what she could see through a tiny slit in the shutters.

Quickly, Y/N snuffed out the flame below the pot, untied her dirtied apron and grabbed a basket from the pantry, tying a pouch of coins to her side. She only needed sugar, but maybe she would grab some other necessities as well. They were low on Astarion’s favourite wine, one he claimed didn’t taste like vinegar at least.

“I’m off to the market really quick,” Y/N announced as she peeked into the living room, taking in Astarion as he flipped a page in a book. “Do you want anything?”

“No, my love.” He looked at her like a love-sick puppy. “Just your darling self back as quick as you can. I have picked up some… inspiration for your punishment if you will. Just as you suggested, of course.” He closed the book, showing the cover to her.

Heat crawled all over her body as she read the title, one of her smuttier romances she had started to read, and when she could do nothing but gulp and nod, his smile turned from a sweet one into a wicked-fanged thing. It was all she needed to know whatever awaited her once she was done would leave her unable to walk. Gods, she needed to finish this whole thing up as quickly as she could.

Y/N was out the doors like the wind, the usual stroll to the market cut from half an hour into a brisk fifteen-minute jog, the thoughts of the man waiting back home for her at the forefront of her mind.

The needed sugar, some coffee beans, a loaf of fresh bread, Astarion’s wine and some sour cream were all bought in quick succession, Y/N didn’t even try to haggle. Her eyes drifted across various stalls and merchants and she almost deemed it done when her gaze caught onto a rose seedling. It was a beautiful bloom with blood-red petals that whitened at the very tips. She smiled and went to buy it. Astarion would love the symbolism even if a bit too on the nose.

Once satisfied with everything, Y/N marched across the market and was back on the road to home. It was a humble little house they’d purchased with whatever had been left in their pockets after all was said and done with the tadpoles, but Astarion had bigger plans. This was only a temporary situation.

“I want a whole room full of books. Nothing but books from one end to the other and then some,” he’d confided in Y/N one night after both were panting and spent from multiple rounds of bringing the other to ecstasy.

“And a large ballroom,” he continued, and Y/N couldn’t help the loud laugh that escaped her.

“A ballroom? And what will we do with that?”

“Why, have grand balls, of course!” He threw his hands up in the air as if her question was preposterous.

“Star…” Y/N tilted her head to look up at him from where she was lying on his naked chest. “You hate people. A ballroom full of them – it would be your literal nightmare.”

“I don’t hate people.”

“I don’t count.”

“Alright,” he conceded, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. Y/N placed her palm atop where his heart was and rested her chin on it, looking deep into his eyes. “I hate most people, simply dislike them, but I wouldn’t be opposed to a get-together, from time to time. Maybe… maybe see our friends. Catch up on how they’re doing. I absolutely despise to admit this and will say you are lying if you ever mention it to anyone, but I – I miss them… even Gale…”

A gentle smile lifted her lips as she brushed a wild curl out of his face and tucked it behind his pointy ear. “I think I’d really like that too.”

His eyes were so soft and full of love, that Y/N swore she could feel his heart beating once more in his chest, thudding against her palm in a confession of adoration.

She was almost out of the city by that point, already on the small, secluded road leading to their house which lay on the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate right by the edges of the woods, so Astarion had easier access to game in between feeding on her when her attention was drawn back by someone calling out.

“Miss!” the voice, male she made out, yelled after her. “Miss, please wait!”

Instantly, her guard was up, but when a breathless man, looking to be in his late sixties appeared from behind a copse of trees, she somewhat relaxed. Y/N was still cautious, but if anything, she had a dagger holstered against her thigh. She was always prepared.

“Miss,” he gasped out, leaning his hands against his knees to catch his breath. “Miss, you are a quick one. I’ve been calling for you since by the rose stalls."

“Oh, I – I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you!” Y/N said but didn’t move forward. “How can I help?”

He huffed, as if regaining her breath, before fishing out a piece of fabric from his pocket, and extending it towards her. “You dropped this by the flowers.”

When she took a closer look at what he was holding, it seemed to be some sort of a silk scarf. She narrowed her eyes at him. She didn’t own silk scarves and definitely hadn’t worn one on such a warm day. “You must have mixed me up with someone, as it’s not mine. Sorry, for you to have troubled yourself like this.”

“No.” The man furrowed his brow, taking a step closer. “I am fairly certain I saw you drop it. Such a fine piece… didn’t want you to lose it.”

Y/N took a step back, angling herself in a defensive position with the basket in front of her. She didn’t like the tone he was speaking in, nor the way his eyes seemed to be appraising her. “No,” she asserted. “It’s not mine.”

His back stiffened, eyes growing cold, the grip on the scarf tightening as he hummed. “Well… a pity then.”

She took another step back, but he was already lunging at her.

Dropping the basket to the ground, she reached for the knife strapped at her thigh, but he was quick as a viper as she hadn’t even noticed when a rope appeared in his hands, lashing it at her. Years of having fought had kept her agile and aware, but years of domestic bliss with Astarion had dulled her senses a bit.

The rope caught and wrapped around her ankle, knocking her to the ground. Y/N’s teeth clattered and snapped, her tongue almost in between them, but as he rushed to pin her down, she twisted her leg around the rope and pulled, making the man lose his balance and stumble.

It was enough for her to swipe her leg underneath his, and send him sprawling. It was enough for her to untangle her legs and roll away as he snapped it at her head. Her clothes were dirty as was her face, but it didn’t matter. She’d cover herself in blood if needed.

It was almost animalistic how she pounced – teeth bared, a snarl ripping from her throat and hands forming claws as if she would gouge at his face with just his nails, but as her palm brushed her thigh, unclipping the holster for her dagger, Y/N didn’t see the man had crouched on his knee and swung the cord.

It knocked the air out of her, as it wrapped around her chest, and he pulled her down, hard. Her ribs were screaming as the tether tightened and tightened with every pull, but as she thought this would be it, something strange happened – instead of offering her the killing blow, he opened a palm, now covered in a leather glove, and blew the contents of it onto her face.

Y/N coughed and sputtered, but whatever it was, was fast-acting and her lungs, still incapable of proper breathing due to the rope couldn’t expel it. In just a few seconds, the bright day around her turned into darkness.

She didn’t know how long she was unconscious for, but enough time had passed to dry out her throat. Or was that a side effect of whatever was blown into her face? In any case, as she slowly came to, Y/N noted there was a soft mattress under her body, which was an oddity for someone kidnapped. She could even tell the dagger was still by her thigh, the comforting weight of the blade pressed under her. Even weirder, if you asked her, to not disarm your victims.

Darkness still encompassed her, but the soft cloth against her cheeks told her she hadn’t permanently lost her vision, but with her sight obscured, she had to rely on her ears. That’s when voices invaded her senses.

There were three people somewhere further away, most likely in a different room if taken by how muffled the words were. She focused harder on what they were saying.

Two men and a female, Y/N differentiated, when the woman spoke.

“This is not what we agreed upon!” she hissed, and a grumbly-sounding man scoffed.

“You said to get her to you. I did. You never specified how.” It was the same man who’d knocked her out.

“We want her to help us!” A different male voice, this one softer, even kinder, rebutted. “I highly doubt kidnapping is a good incentive for that!”

“Look,” her assailant said. “I fulfilled my end of the deal. She is unhurt, maybe she'll sport a couple of bruises and a headache, but that is her own fault. She could have come willingly but didn’t. Other than that, though – she is completely fine. Now you do your part!”

As the trio argued between themselves, more angry whispers than shouting, Y/N started to shimmy her hands which had been bound, out of the restraints. She had a good inclination they needed her alive but had no want of staying as a prisoner.

Though her fighting skills seemed to have mellowed, which she was not happy about, even a couple of years without mortally dangerous adventures, hadn’t changed how quickly she could slip her wrists from their bindings. Astarion might need to get more creative during their debauchery.

Y/N froze the second she heard a door open and shut, two pairs of footsteps moving closer and closer to where she was. Her breathing was shallow and almost imperceptible, as she tried to make it look like she was still unconscious.

She could sense two bodies enter the room and one move to stand where she faced, the other going to her back.

Y/N tensed. In just a few moments, whoever was behind her, would notice her undone binds. But she’d be ready.

“Darling, please be careful,” the woman said, a tremble in her voice.

Good. Let them be scared.

“Don’t worry,” the man replied. “I’ll just make sure she’s – what in the -”

But Y/N was already up, the blindfold off and ready to pounce. This time, she’d have the upper hand.

For a second, the light in the room blinded her, but her sight refocused fast enough to take in her captors’ faces.

The woman was beautiful, with high rosy cheekbones, and jade green eyes so vivid they looked like actual gemstones. Her hair was long and dark, down to her waist while grey strands seemed to have invaded the brown tresses in some places, but she was still ethereally gorgeous, her pointy ears covered in piercings.

Y/N snapped out of the shock quicker and using this to her advantage, she was behind her in a matter of a blink, her dagger pressed tight against her throat.

A gasp entered her ears, but she just pressed the blade harder, making her whimper.

“Please!” the man made her look at him, but instead of bracing for an attack, he had his hands up in surrender. “Please don’t hurt her! We just want to talk.”

“Funny way of having a conversation you’ve got there.” Y/N tightened her grip on the knife, surveying the man. Again, those same pointed ears, but his eyes were the most brilliant blue she’d ever seen and his face was marred with more age lines than the woman’s, yet he still was as gorgeous as she. “Typically, only my enemies would knock me out and tie me up before spilling their grand plans. But I will be kind and give you a choice – what would you like to be – friends or foes?”

“Friends! Friends! Please! We – we’re looking for our son!” the elven man pleaded. “And we – we heard a rumour that you might know him. Have even seen him.”

Y/N narrowed her Y/E/C eyes, piercing his with her gaze. “I’ve known and seen a lot of people. Usually, others just ask me about them, they don’t have someone kidnap me.”

“And we’re sorry, we’re so very sorry, but we had to make sure you came. It went too far and we apologise, but please…” He took in a deep breath, worried eyes flipping between his partner and her. “Our son – his name is Astarion. Astarion Ancunin. Have you – do you know of him?”

Hearing his name, knocked the breath out of her as if they’d snapped a rope around her chest again, making her stumble back. Her grip on the woman released, and she used the moment to leap over to her partner, using the bed as a buffer. He instantly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her half behind his back, but not before checking if Y/N’s dagger had pierced the skin.

Tears brimmed in the eleven woman’s green eyes as she looked at her, not even caring that just a moment before she was so close to having her blood dripping on the floor. “Please,” she whispered. “I – I know we didn’t go about it the right way, but please… is it true he’s alive?”

"I,” Y/N stammered, her gaze snapping back and forth between the two.

Astarion.

They were Astarion’s parents.

Even after all this time, they were searching for their missing son.

Y/N should have noticed the details – how the woman had a small mole on her cheek right where Astarion did, how the shape of the man’s eyes was the exact same as his son’s. Astarion even had the same high cheekbones as his mother while his sharp jaw was that of his father.

What had his eyes been like before? Green like his mother’s or the sky blue of his father's? What had he been like as a child? No doubt as mischievous and scheme-prone as he was now, but who had he gotten it from? So many different questions rattled through Y/N’s brain as she kept glancing back and forth, before shaking her head and pulling her out of the shocked stupor.

“You – you’re Ancunins?” She had to ask. Had to make sure she hadn’t overheard them or maybe hallucinating because of the powder she’d inhaled.

“Yes.” The woman nodded, brushing tears from under her eyes. “Our son has been missing for more than two hundred years, and we almost lost hope until… until we heard about you and your company a few years back. How one of the party members resembled our little Star so much.”

They hadn’t been inconspicuous, though they had tried, so it shouldn’t have come as such a surprise that tales of their adventures had gone far and wide, especially after saving Baldur’s Gate, killing Cazador and the absolute, and Gods know how many other evils along the way. But she never thought Astarion’s parents would have heard of it.

In fact, Astarion had barely even mentioned them over the years, and, for whatever reason, Y/N had concluded they must have passed, despite knowing elves lived extremely long lives. Had he maybe tried to find them on his own and couldn’t? Or had he forgotten about them?

Until Astarion and Y/N had become an official couple and she’d commissioned a portrait of him as a gift on an anniversary, he hadn’t even seen himself in two centuries. He’d forgotten what he looked like. It didn’t seem too crazy to assume, the memories of his parents’ names or their faces, might’ve slipped away as well, or even the love they had for him. Especially knowing how deeply Cazador had ruined that notion for him.

She needed to get home. She needed to see Astarion, and then she could figure out what to do.

“I need to go.” Y/N nodded to herself, muttering under her breath. “I need to think.”

“No, please!” the woman lunged, trying to grasp at her, but she had a knife pointed at her chest in an instant, making the elf shrivel back, but still, she pleaded. “Please help us. You’re the hero of Baldur’s Gate! If you can’t help, who will?”

“I promise I will do my best,” Y/N said. “But I need time… I – I need to figure all of this out.”

Her mind was swirling like a hurricane, but the man interrupted her breakdown as she realised how pretty much her in-laws, had kidnapped her. “At least tell us this – is – is it true he is alive? Or have we travelled across Faerun under the pretences of false hope?”

In truth, Y/N wanted to take them by the arms and drag them to her house, but whether Astarion wanted to reach out and reconnect, was up to him. That sort of a choice was not hers to make, but she could grant them this one request.

“He is.” Y/N nodded.

And then she left as quickly as she could because if she had to stand there and watch as the elves crumbled into one another, cries of relief and joy escaping into the slowly setting day, she would crumble too. Their faces were already permanently burned into her mind, and she needed a moment to process everything.

By a stroke of luck or fate, Y/N instantly recognised she was in the woods on the other side of Baldur’s Gate, so retracing her steps to the market was fairly easy even though the whole way back home, she was pretty much stumbling around in a daze, knocking into people and tripping over her own two legs.

Her discarded basket was right where she’d left it, gold coins scattered around it. The pouch must’ve broken during the struggle. Y/N made sure to pick every single piece up and was more than relieved to see, that the rose bloom was still intact.

By the time she arrived, the sun was starting to dip below the horizon, and as the last rays warmed her back, she extended her palm to open the door, though she didn’t even get to touch the handle as it was ripped open by a visibly distressed Astarion.

His eyes looked like he’d been crying, his hair as if he’d been relentlessly raking his fingers through the locks and his lower lip so bitten, there was a small hole where one of his incisors had gone through.

“Oh, thank the Gods!” Astairon instantly grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in a bone-crushing hug, burying his nose into the crook of her neck. “Thank the Gods!”

Y/N dropped the basket over the threshold and closed the door with her foot, her own arms weaving around his middle, a palm soothingly brushing along his side, as he soaked her in.

“I’m alright, Star,” she said, kissing his temple and didn’t even make a noise as he gripped her waist tighter, right where bruises were forming. “I’m sorry I was gone so long, but I’m alright.”

“What happened? You said you’d be quick, but you were gone for hours! And you know what the worst part was – I couldn’t even go out looking for you because of the damned fucking sun!” Astarion cupped her face, turning it this way and that way, trying to find any injuries, but the biggest one would be in her head as she tried to figure out how to explain to him what had happened. “Gods, I am never letting you out of my sight again!”

Y/N indulged the vampire in the hug he pulled her in, holding him against her chest, trying to comfort him, but she was way too consumed with her new findings. Too quickly, as evident by the frown on Astarion’s face, she untangled herself from the embrace, anxiety immediately flashing over his handsome features.

She slid her arms from around his waist to take his palms into hers. “I – I don’t even know how to say this… How do you say something like that?”

Worry instantly marred his brow, and Y/N pressed a practised thumb between them, trying to soothe them away.

“Shit…” he muttered. “Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No!” She cupped his cheeks. “Astarion you’ve done nothing!”

“Then – then what?” He was tentative, still, scared Y/N might be angry at him. Or worse – wanted to leave, but her next words erased all that doubt.

“I…” She took in a deep breath. “Astarion, I met your parents today.”

Whatever he had expected, clearly that hadn’t been it. Probably a confession she’d met a past love, that their feelings were reignited and she wanted to go with them. But definitely not that.

He blinked once, twice, trice, completely and utterly stupefied before a small whisper of “What?” passed his lips.

“It’s why I’m so late,” Y/N explained. “They’d heard a rumour, that I knew you and had travelled with you during our tadpole situation, and came to me. Astarion, your parents are looking for you…”

A million thoughts seemed to swirl in his head, but Y/N held onto his hand through all of them.

“What,” he cleared his throat, “what did you tell them?”

“That I’d find them once I figured out what to do?”

“Which means?”

“Which means I would come home, give you this information and let you figure out what you’d like to do…”

So many emotions flashed across his face, but Y/N no longer needed that mind flayer tadpole connection it created – Astarion was an open book for her to read.

Joy. Such indisputable joy shone in his scarlet eyes before being consumed by confusion. Then anger and disgust and love, but by the end of it all his heart settled on one feeling – fear.

It’s what it knew best, though Y/N had tried her hardest to reduce it to ashes, yet still it lingered. She understood it, despite not being happy he ever had to feel it.

He feared what to do, what would be the right choice to make, he feared their reactions and what they would say of his disappearance or of his newest… condition. Would they accept him? Or would they be repulsed by him?

“What – what would I even say to them?” Astarion searched her Y/E/C eyes as if they held an answer, but when one magically didn’t appear, he hung his head, a tear rolling down his cheek. “I can’t even remember what they looked like. Their names, the house we used to live in… it’s all a fog.”

Y/N tried to give him an encouraging smile. “Well, your mother – she has the most beautiful green eyes. Like that dress you made for me for Summer Solstice, that same shade. And – and she has a little beauty mark on her cheek.” With a gentle thumb, she brushed over the mole. “Right in that same spot.”

His brows furrowed in concentration; his lips pinched tightly. “I – I remember blue eyes. Not green.”

“That might be your father's. His are azure I’d say. Like the summer sky. Gods, Astarion,” Y/N breathed out. “You look so much like them, but… honestly, the only thing you need to know right now is that they looked relieved.” Her voice was soothing as he tried to find lies in her words, but there would be none. “I didn’t tell them anything apart from the fact that you’re alive, and all I saw was complete and utter relief.”

Y/N placed a strand of hair behind his ear as he pondered. His carmine eyes slid to hers. “Do they want to see me?”

“Yes. It was the whole reason they sought me out because I might have a single scrap of information on you.” She’d mention the kidnapping later. Or maybe never, depending on how everything went. What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

“Is it,” he hesitated, as if ashamed to be asking such a question. “Is it alright if I think this over for a bit? I’m just – there’s so much going on in my head…”

“Of course, Star!” Y/N cupped his cheeks and placed a reassuring kiss on his forehead. “Take all the time you need.”

“Thank you,” he sighed, his shoulders dropping, but she just shook her head.

“Nothing to thank me for. Not for this.”

And so, they continued on like that for a few days – Y/N didn’t bring the subject up, but she made sure Astarion knew, she’d be there whenever he needed to talk. Yet her mind couldn’t help but worry about the two elves in that little cottage on the other side of the town. How horrid it must be to wait for an answer that might never come, but her love was her first and only priority. When he decided it would be time, she’d support him no matter what.

It was a week after the revelation (and subsequent freakout on Astarion’s part when Y/N had removed her clothes before him, and he saw the raw skin and bruises on her ribs. She spent the whole night convincing him it was fine and talking him down from hunting the mercenary and bleeding him dry. She didn’t mention it had been his parents who’d hired him but rather said it had been an unfortunate coincidence), when Astarion awoke with a certain determination, shaking her awake.

She swatted at him like an insect buzzing by her ear. “Leave me be, you blood-sucking, elf!” Y/N grumbled, burying herself under the duvet. “It’s too early. And stop hogging the covers!”

She was just about to elbow him in the ribs if he didn’t let her sleep more, but what he said was like cold ice being poured over her, waking her up completely.

“I think I want to see my parents.”

Y/N was sat in a second. The sheet dropped down, exposing her naked chest, but she didn’t even feel the chilly air biting at her skin, even though Astarion’s gaze immediately dropped down to her breasts, eyes blazing with want.

Rolling her own eyes, she pulled the cover so that it obscured her indecency. Though it was his favourite outfit of hers, they needed to focus on the important things. “Are you sure? You can take all the time you need. There is no rush to this, and it’s a huge decision to make.”

“I’m sure,” Astarion sighed, running a hand through his moon-white locks and dropping back onto the pillows. “It’s pretty much all I’ve been thinking about.”

Y/N worried her lip before sliding back down next to him, letting him wrap his arms around her body. She knew in moments like these, Astarion needed reassurance, and he craved being close to her. Holding her grounded him, and made his scattered thoughts into something solid.

She kissed right above where his heart lay. “If, you’re sure.”

“I am… I just… Will you be there?” Astarion looked down at her.

The woman gave him a smile. “Nowhere I’d rather be than by your side.”

Gently, he brushed a finger against her cheekbone and leaned to kiss her, thankful he’d found someone to walk the world with, especially during the moments he feared he might break.

The day before they’d decided on meeting, Y/N ventured out to the cabin to inform the elven couple of Astarion’s decision. Once they’d seen her walking up through the window, they were out before she even managed to get to the door, faces full of hope.

“Astarion, he wants to come and see you, but there are some… conditions…”

His mother’s brow furrowed, the grimace so familiar it sent a pang through Y/N’s heart, but she swallowed it. “Whatever he needs. Whatever you both need. Anything for our little Star.”

“So… please just don’t question this, but umm… physical contact – I know I can’t possibly understand how you feel, but let him come to you first. It might not make sense, but it’s important that he is the one to make that step.”

“Of course,” Astarion's father nodded, his mother eagerly agreeing.

“And umm… he’ll be different. He might not look like the elf you remember him being. The world wasn’t kind to him for a long time… Please don’t mention this.”

Pain flashed across their faces at her words. They must have assumed something horrible had happened to him, but to have it confirmed was a different kind of agony. But as Y/N had asked – they didn’t question, simply nodded, holding onto one another a bit tighter.

“Alright.” Her heart was somewhat settled. “Thank you. We – uh- we’ll see you later tonight then.”

And with that, she left only to find Astarion pacing the inside of their hallway upon her return.

“Is it sundown already?” He snapped his neck to her as she removed her cloak, visibly upset when Y/N shook her head.

“A couple more hours, I’m afraid,” she said, taking his hand and kissing his palm, placing it against her cheek. “Please stop worrying. It will all be alright.”

“But what if I’m making a mistake?”

She raised her brow. “Do you think you’re making a mistake?”

“N-no?” Astarion huffed. “I don’t know. I know I want to see them at least once, but what if it’s best to leave the past in the past? Why torture myself and exhume it, so to speak?”

“You can leave it all behind if that’s what you wish. But, Star, you also have the rarest of opportunities people get – a second chance.” She stepped close to him, pulling his head down by the nape of his neck so they could rest their foreheads against one another. “But you can always leave. You can always say “no.” And if someone doesn’t get that, no matter who they might be, I will gut them navel to throat.”

Astarion chuckled, brushing his nose against hers. “My knight in bloody armour, always ready to ride into battle for me.”

Y/N pecked his lips in response. “As long as I get my kisses at the end of it – without a second to spare.”

They spent the couple of hours waiting until the sun went down cleaning up around the house and then it was time to go.

As Astarion took a deep breath before closing the door, Y/N squeezed his hand. “We can turn back whenever you want to.”

But he seemed determined, only giving her a reassuring smile and twining their fingers together, her hand in his solid hold.

They walked slowly, enjoying the warm night gracing Baldur’s Gate, and soon enough they were through the city and past the woods, a small log cabin coming into view.

He stopped them a few feet away, taking in a moment to gather his thoughts and emotions.

Y/N glanced at him encouragingly. “Are you ready, Star?”

Astarion took in a deep breath, held it in for a moment and then exhaled, nodding. With this confirmation, she released his hand and ventured to the door, gently rapping her knuckles against it, immediately returning to stand beside her lover.

Instantly his palm was back into hers, as if he needed her to ground him, reassure him everything would be alright as nervous energy coursed through his veins while they waited for the inhabitants to come and see them. And though it was probably no more than ten seconds since she’d knocked, it felt like time had stood still. Once the doors opened, even nature quieted down.

The breeze shushed the tweeting birds and seemingly even the worms digging underground stopped their burrowing as finally, after two hundred years, the lost Ancunin son returned.

They stood like that for what seemed like ages, just taking one another in, before a small sob of Astarion’s name from his mother’s lips broke the spellbound silence.

It’s when he rushed for her, the elf already on her feet, meeting him halfway. Her arms wrapped tight around his body, hands smoothing down the back of his head as all the while she kept whispering “My Star, my little Star, you’re home.”

Y/N was on standby, ready to rip her away if Astarion became overwhelmed. She’d asked them to allow him to be the one to make the first step, and they had, but with such all-encompassing feelings, she just wanted him to be safe.

Though all that anxiety dissipated like ice under the blazing hear of the sun when Astarion practically melted against his mother, his fingers digging into her shoulders and back as if he never wished to be let go, both of them crumbling to their knees, still in each other’s embrace.

Tears welled along Y/N’s bottom lashes and when his father joined them, wrapping his arms around his family, they fell like rain on an autumn evening. She had to press a hand against her mouth to not sob out loud, but it didn’t seem like anyone would care, as Y/N noted Astarion’s shoulders shaking while his mother and father were freely crying, all the while touching and caressing his face, trying to ingrain the memory of having their son back in their arms.

She couldn’t imagine that feeling, didn’t ever want to, of finally being reunited with a family which you were so brutally ripped away from. Y/N almost wanted to resurrect Cazador, just so she could drive a stake through his heart again, but that might’ve been a bit too morbid of a thought in such a tender moment.

“You’re home.” His mother pulled back, cupping Astarion’s cheeks and smiling from ear to ear. “Our little Star is back home.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long,” he choked out, but his father shook his head.

“Doesn’t matter. You’re here. That’s enough for us.”

Y/N watched as he took in the people who’d searched for him relentlessly. He never knew they’d never given up. She wondered if there would be a time, he’d believe he was worth all it. She certainly hoped so.

“Thank you,” the elf with eyes like jade said, snapping her eyes towards Y/N. “You have no idea what kind of a gift you’ve bestowed upon us. We will never be able to repay you.”

She could only wave them off, a knot in her throat. “You owe me nothing. Seeing this – this is enough for me. I’ll – uh – I’ll leave you to it then.”

Just as she was about to turn around, Astarion jumped to his feet, untangling himself from the limbs of his parents, eyes full of concern. “What? Why? What’s wrong?” He was by her side in an instant, pulling her hand to rest against his chest.

“Nothing!” Y/N shook her head. “I just – I just think maybe I should take my leave. I can be back in a few hours if you’d like, but this just all seems like – like a private family reunion.”

Astarion scoffed, his free arm weaving around her waist, completely offended. “And what exactly do you think you are to me if not family, my love? Arguably, you might be the most important part of it.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that -,”

“Hush now!” he scolded her. “You promised to be by my side through everything. Are you breaking that promise?”

“No, I just,” she stammered. “Are you sure you don’t want me to leave you to it? This just feels awfully personal.”

“My love, you are the keeper of my heart. You are my true home.” Astarion cupped her cheek, resting his brow against hers, chest against chest, not caring who might see. “Without you, none of this would have happened. I could still be on that beach with a mind flayer tadpole wriggling behind my eye.” He took her hand, and kissed her knuckles, sighing as they brushed against his jaw. “I don’t want to do this without you. I want to relearn who my parents are, and I want them to get to know me, but a non-negotiable part of that is you. That is if it’s alright with you?”

A tear slipped down her cheek, as she looked deep into those ruby eyes that once held nothing but fear and pain, only to now show love and compassion and happiness. When she smiled, her grin could have rivalled the sun itself. “I’d be honoured.”

When they glanced at the two elves by the threshold of the house, they noted the horrified looks on their faces. Astarion’s guard was immediately up, but his mother beat him to it.

“My Star, I am so sorry!” She put a hand over her mouth. “We swear we didn’t know you two were lovers! We just...” She glanced at her husband in desperation, but it seemed the little scene they’d put on had rendered him speechless. “Had we known, we would have never…”

Astarion squinted at her, a dangerous note appearing in his voice. “Never would have what?”

“Oh Gods, we had your partner kidnapped,” his father finally got out, eyes only widening in more shock as it settled that Y/N wasn’t just a travelling companion or a friend, but just what she really meant to Astarion.

“You did what?!” His head snapped to Y/N who now retreated to stand between the two shocked elves, and her quite furious boyfriend.

“Astarion, it’s alright,” she tried to calm him down. “They didn’t know! Besides, I heard them arguing with that mercenary. They didn’t hurt me. In fact, I,” she let out a nervous chuckle, “I held a knife to your mother’s throat. So, call it even and let’s move past it?”

His gaze was hot like the flames, as it burned into her. “We will discuss this later.” He pointed an accusatory finger at her before taking a deep breath and exhaling. “This is absolutely not how I ever imagined a family reunion to go, let alone the introduction of my partner.”

Y/N’s shoulders dropped as he broke the settled tension, but something in his eyes told her she’d pay for her omissions. And oh, how delicious that punishment would be.

His mother still seemed to be all nerves as she invited them inside, spouting apologies in Y/N’s direction, but when she took the elf's hand in hers and gave a comforting embrace, she relaxed a little. “Let’s let the bygones be bygones.”

“I’d appreciate that,” she smiled, and wrinkles of age and time appeared around her eyes.

It was awkward at first, two centuries of hurt laying between them, two centuries of torture on Astarion’s end, of lost love and people, but slowly they opened up. And when his mother mentioned how he always used to bury his nose into strawberry fields, because it reminded him of his mother’s hair care products, it was like a damn had been opened.

The memories were still there, buried under layers of pain and horrors, but there. Maybe a little jumbled up and out of sorts, but with every hour spent together, locks were being broken and a light long lost lit up again.

Astarion had changed, but so had his parents. He let them know of his adventures, how he met Y/N and how she had turned his world upside down but abstained from the more gruesome parts. He wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. Maybe not ever, but if he so wished, she knew his parents would be there to listen and welcome his vulnerably with open arms.

An hour before the sun resumed its place in the sky, Y/N nudged Astarion, telling him it was time to leave. She had little doubt in her mind, his parents had caught onto what he was, even if they hadn’t mentioned Cazador. If not for the shape of his elongated canines, or the colour of his eyes, which Y/N had found out had been a beautiful shade of pale green, then because of the brutal scars on his neck. But they still pulled him into a hug with such vigour, it was like they feared they’d never see him again, which was probably a thought always haunting their minds.

“Would – would you like to come over to ours?” Astarion asked, still holding onto his mother’s hands. “It’s a bit of a mess, our place, but if you come after the sun’s down, I’m sure we can have it proper enough to take on guests.”

It was an odd request, but thankfully, neither his mother nor father said anything about the specific time request, simply hugged him once more and promised to be by their door the second the sun dipped, wine and lemon cakes in hand.

As they waved their goodbyes, Astarion slipped his palm into Y/N’s and made sure they walked all the way back like that. Once behind a closed door, he pulled her into his chest relishing in the way their bodies melded together – two puzzle pieces finally connecting and forming the most magnificent picture to exist.

“What is it like to be finally home?” Y/N asked as he swayed them to a tune only, he heard.

Astarion shook his head, pulling slightly back so he could cup her jaw. “My love, I have been home for a long time now. I’ve been safe and cared for, all thanks to you.” His eyes were so full of love and adoration, she almost choked on a breath. “Now… now it just feels complete. So thank you… thank you for being my home,” he muttered that little confession against her skin, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Thank you for keeping me safe.”

“Always, my love.” Y/N didn’t hide the tears rolling down her face and he brushed them away with a soft thumb. “Always.”

When their gazes locked, all she could see was excitement for what the new day had to offer, and she knew whatever was in store, as long as they were by one another’s side, there was nothing they couldn’t overcome.

But for all that, there was an important thing she was unaware of.

As Y/N entered their living room, talking to herself and making a list of what they had to do before his parents arrived, Astarion stood and watched her, leaning against the doorframe, all the while his hands rested in his pocket, where in one of them, a beautiful ring was being twirled between his fingers.

Before they’d left, his mother had slyly pulled it off her own hand, pressing it into his palm, and whispering to him while hugging that she didn’t want to see Y/N without it the next time around.

Astarion had no intention of living his life without Y/N as his fiancé for a second longer.

When she turned around to find him on one knee, he didn’t even get to ask the question before she responded with a shout of “Yes!” and jumped on him, pulling him into a kiss he swore breathed life into his still chest.

He couldn’t wait to reintroduce Y/N to his parents as his intended.

Now all was as it should be. He was finally home. And somewhere in the garden, a rose bloomed in full.

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A/N: This idea was inspired by that one post of a painting Astarion's parents probably had of him, but had put away somewhere just so they didn't have to look a the son they lost, so I rectified it (Link to the inspo pic :) :( Now they have a portrait of Astarion and his love right above their fire place :)

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