#lifeblood creature

[mebis-art-dump]

Higher Beings (part 2)

part 1

#hollow knight #krita #digital art #fanart #mebi's art #hollow knight fanart #higher beings #hk white lady #lord of shades #shadelord #void given focus #hk lifeblood #lifeblood beast #lifeblood creature #hk unn #hollow knight unn #hk pale root #hk pale mother #hk green mother

[aruwithasketchbook]

My take on the Lifeblood creature found in the Abyss! I think they'd be somewhere in the middle of a caterpillar and a butterfly!

#hollow knight #fanart #lifeblood #hk knight #lifeblood creature #have a nice day!

[fungal-wastes-my-beloved]

Maybe what the void city looked like in hollowknight before it's fall?

Or the entire body of the life blood creature?

fast and loose here, but i imagine that the creature would be more... oceanic? for lack of a better word. crustacean eel thing

[Start ID. The lifeblood creature, but with an eel like body that has characteristics of a crustacean. a.k.a. a segmented body with hard plates. The plates are oddly textured, covered in long rounded horn-like growths. Not unlike coral. Fins with translucent blue membranes protrude from the back of its head and along its back. The same membranes spread between legs on its abdomen. Presumably used for swimming. Blue light shines from behind. End ID.]

#hollow knight #lifeblood creature #abyss creature #fwmb.png #i can't really imagine what the void civilization would look like #maybe really tall spires n stuff? the background of the abyss is kinda wack #interesting to look at tho

[voidgivenfocus]

Hollow Knight theory/idea

The idea is that spiders/weavers are related to the Lifeblood Creature

Deepnest is closest to the abyss/the Lifeblood Creature

Deepnest is the only area with more than one lifeblood cocoon

The Lifeblood Creature seems to enjoy/be allied with the dark/void, Deepnest has several signs of void influence

The Lifeblood Creature has 16 eyes (while the Shade Lord has 8 eyes it seems to be a new entity)

Silksong has Lifeblood, and Pharloom is the origin of the Weavers. It's possible they brought lifeblood with them to Hallownest.

This is loose, but if Deepnest is already aligned with a diety it makes sense for them to strongly resist the Pale King

#lifeblood #abyss creature #hollow knight #hollow knight theory #lifeblood creature #lore

[weepinglilvessel]

The Lifeblood Creature

In order to explain one of my Oc’s story/background, I want to kinda expand on this creatures design.

It’s kinda different from what others have drawn, but it’s the best I can come up with -v-

#hollow knight #hollowknight #hk fanart #hk #Hk lifeblood creature #hollowknightconcept #hollow knight lifeblood #concept sketch #concept art

[fauxbia]

miscellaneous doodles!

#rain world #rain world downpour #rw rivulet #rw artificer #rw spearmaster #rw fishstick #The Creatures of All Time #fishstick is my lifeblood #can two creatures with parallels galore be.... best friends (queerplatonic...) #faux art

[salamie-baby]

#Doing this because like two other creatures on here are into her stuff and her music is my Lifeblood #otherkin #therian #alterhuman #alterhumanity #Therianthropy #therian community #theriotype #otherkin community #Voidpunk #Kin #AURORA #aurora aksnes #Poll

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Lifeblood Hydra

Pharika has written her secrets on its bones so that only the worthy may discover them.

Artist: Alex Horley-Orlandelli TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

#mtg #magic the gathering #tcg #alex horley-orlandelli #lifeblood hydra #commander masters #creature #hydra

[xokaythebunnyig]

HI YA'LL I MAY BE DELUSIONAL BUT AREN'T WE ALL?-

Anyway. This is something I've wanted to do for awhile now, and that is Ask Hollow Knights Higher Beings!

Idk how this works, but I will try my best to make sense!

Most of these will be headcannons.. but isn't 90% of the internet headcannons? Idek- anyway! Ask questions! Please! I wanna interact with people online ;³;

(Also yes I gave them names fight me)

#hollow knight #pale king #hk #hk pale king #hk grimm #nightmare king grimm #hk shade lord #hk unn #hk the radiance #hk the white lady #send asks #pls #hk lifeblood creature #ask blog #ask

[ruthlesslistener]

what do you think lifeblood even is? the game implies that old hallownest considered its consumption heretical, but as far as i know you never find out why? that always confused me

There's very little to no lore on it, but my personal headcanon is that its a substance heavily tied with a minor void deity where consuming it gives you great vigor in exchange for tempory posession or transfusion of your blood into the Lifeblood Creature's essence. It's technically only as dangerous as any other interaction with a Higher Being, but it gave the Pale King enough of an excuse to ban it to prevent the Lifeblood Creature from being worshipped (which makes sense, as it literally lives in his basement). Other cultures like the Mosskin or the Mantises didn't seem to have this taboo, which makes sense when you consider that the Mantises don't have to worry about godly territory concerns, and Unn is either far enough to not be threatened or simply not care at the prospect of another god rising against her. In Old Hallownest, and particularily to the Pale King, it would have been more of a threat.

#anon #reply #hollow knight #lifeblood #it might also be mildly tied to the Radiance or related to her essence #simply bc of how it ties in with the heart/blood #much like how she is a very emotional god with a regrowth system that looks very blood/heartlike #that + rising god in the basement = potential territorial threat to pk #so banning that religion would prevent the lifeblood creature from becoming powerful enough to counter him

[mebis-art-dump]

Two kindly bugs

Lie resting in grottos of their own

Their blessings, an aid

They ease passage

To the hiding place

Of Great Beings

And their boons

#hollow knight #krita #digital art #fanart #mebi's art #hk lifeblood #hk isma #kindly isma #isma's tear #joni the kind heretic #hk joni #blue child joni #joni's blessing #hollow knight unn #Unn #hk unn #lifeblood creature #hollow knight lifeblood #lifeblood core #lifeblood #lifeblood beast #shape of unn #hk fanart #hollow knight fanart

[novaloo]

@littlebittyhollowbugs

Hi again.

First of all, is tagging you like this every time okay? I just need to know if I'm not making you uncomfy this way since I feel like I do that too often.

Okay, now...

Lifeblood time!

Once again, the idea of lifeblood Markoth wouldn't leave me alone so I just HAD TO draw him. Tbh I'm pleased with the result. The lighting is a bit wacky as usual, incredibly sorry about that.

What would and wouldn't be affected by the lifeblood? I think that there would be slight changes in appearance, for example the dark vine growing around a limb or the butterfly plant blooming somewhere on the body. However, I don't think it'd affect anything about the person's personality. My argument is that we've seen lifeblood providing only perks, and so far we haven't discovered any cons. Come on, the Abyss Creature just wants to help, why would there be a catch?

With that said, I present another concept: my child finally has a voice

The lifeblood is now a part of them. It would whisper the thought they try to communicate. I don't know how else to explain it, but I think you get my point.

More stuff on the way, pinky promise

And I await the headcanons :>

#aaaa so many ideas and so little time #Markoth #markoth hk #Abyss Creature #hk ghost #hk little ghost #hk the knight #hk lost kin #hk broken vessel #lifeblood vessel #lifeblood #i draw #i think #I know I take ages to do stuff aaaaaaa #hollow knight

[tzeimi]

i get the feeling from your reblogs that i should maybe watch Scavengers Reign

absolutely absolutely absolutely!! general content warning for body horror, gore, death, and Fucked Up Shit but good god it is such an intensely beautiful show and sooo compelling, there is clearly so much love and passion and thought put into every part of it. when i saw the trailer i thought it might be a thing thats visually stunning but doesn't grab me with the rest but i was SO wrong the characters are wonderful and really well written, and the story manages to keep coherence and intrigue despite the challenge of it all being a bit disconnected. one of those things that makes me go holy shit i cant believe this got made and i am so so glad it did everyone should watch it if they can

#this is 100% what the intent of all those reblogs was #but yh if any of the cws set of alarm bells look into it before cos there could have been some things i missed and things get Pretty Rough #but god im having such a good time #i love animated shows aimed at adults i love them so much theyre my lifeblood #also it has fungus! robot!! lesbianism!!! #and pathetic men #and the autism creature in a leading role #god tier

[beausbugbiome]

Bug and Seek!

“Being developed by a husband-wife dev team living in the woods, Bug & Seek is a relaxing, open-ended, bug catching simulator with a mystery twist. In Bug & Seek, you've just sunk your life savings into buying an abandoned Insectarium (bug museum)! Once the lifeblood of the town and its economy, someone stole all the bugs in the dead of night. Now it's up to you to catch and sell bugs to fulfill requests from collectors, neighboring towns, schools, and universities, all while building your personal collection. Become a master bug hunter as you grow level up your skills and expertise, upgrade your equipment, and expand your Insectarium. Meet the locals and complete quests to earn special items and discover what really happened during the Great Bug Heist.”

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/bugandseek/bug-and-seek-a-cozy-bug-catching-sim-creature-collector

#insects #entomology #bugs #insect #bug #nature #bugblr #beetle #coleoptera #beetles #myriapods #arachnid #bug game #indie games #kickstarter #Bug and Seek

[dhampling]

lifeblood 18+ (astarion x fem!reader)

As you step closer and drop the basket on the ground he throws a palm up at you. Short, ragged groans. “That… tea. It’s done something to me. The old wretch.” - astarion discovers an aphrodisiac during a trip to the night market, and only one thing is on his mind. cw: breeding, afab reader, mommy kink (brief), sex pollen, comfort, sexual frustration, zero plot, p in v wc: 2.5k, if there are errors no there aren't; enjoy!

The Night Market is particularly vibrant this evening, people and creatures of all description wandering the streets browsing various wares - and so when Astarion feverishly takes your hand and pulls you away from your browsing in a staggered gait; your immediate thoughts are all telling you to watch for danger.

Wicker basket in arm, flailing as he weaves you both through the tepid mulling crowds - a harsh whisper when you scramble close enough to ask ‘what is it?’ - he’s unrelenting in his pursuit, eyes searching off to each alley and aside between stalls. It’s not until he finds a gated passage a little along that his momentum stops and he drops to his knees to pick the lock; then jumps up and pulls you through with a harsh grasp on your upper arm.

You await the slam. The frantic recollection of whatever it is that has him so wary, the whispers and heads over the gate as you duck your way back home from wherever you’ve now ended up.

Had he been caught thieving? Surely not.

Instead though, he surprises you.

He begins to fiddle with the laces of his trousers. Panting. Brow furrowed into a crease and typically-deft fingers losing hold of the lacing with a pained yowl.

“What is this?”

As you step closer and drop the basket on the ground he throws a palm up at you. Short, ragged groans.

“That… tea. It’s done something to me. The old wretch.”

You bypass his hand and bring the back of your own to his forehead, feeling a clammy sweat atop his brow and a slight heat broiling. The tea you’d turned down around half an hour ago, before you’d split for your own respective market gains.

“Gods - Astarion, the aphrodisiac? Of course it has - you okay?”

As you speak he brings your wrist to his nose and huffs it. A haggard wail. Snorts the salt of your skin and gives a strangled curse. He finishes the laces of his trousers and works to free his cock, looking from it to you in a desperate plea.

“Here? Now? What in the hells is going on?!”

“I can smell it. You. You’re so…’

Another huff. His other hand bounces his cock in his palm, spidery strings of prespill linking pale skin.

‘Fertile. Like a cat in heat. Gods, I- I don’t know what this is.”

His hips rut with insatiable want into the air. 

“How do you feel?”

You take him in one hand while wrapping the other around his shoulder in a soothing sail. A few gentle pumps to bring the skin around the head down; a thumb down his slit, literally leaking now. He sobs. 

“I’m burning.’

He writhes against the wooden gate, still standing. Tender cries from his wet, wanting mouth.

‘It’s painful. I- I need you. Please.”

“What do you want from me?’

A deliberate, slow jerk; your wrist turning effortlessly.

‘How can I help you, angel?”

For the first time in this whole sorry sequence his eyes meet yours, red turned a dangerous carmine.

“Don’t make me say it.” 

You squeeze him in your palm and he wails.

“Maybe I want you to say it.’

He thrusts deeply into your hand and screws his eyes closed, panting in habitual breaths. You lean close to his flushed ear and kitten-lick the inner skin with an intentionally wet tongue.

‘Say it for me. Say it for mummy, darling.’

When the word leaves your lips, his head whips to you furiously. Eyes round and brimming with tears. Bottom lip trembling. Your foreheads meet and you soften. Your poor boy.

‘Do you want this? Or would you like to go home, Astarion? I’ll draw you a bath, we can-”

“I want this. I need- I need to-’

You shuffle away, lifting your skirts and fiddling at your own underclothes to loosen them down your thighs. When he sees your own spool of arousal connecting cunt to cloth he jerks furiously and advances behind you, this time in your ear.

‘Let me fuck you. I’ll make you a mummy. I need to-’

Your fingers disappear deep between your legs, arching your ass into him; and emerge drenched in clear jelly slick - a film connecting them as they splay. 

He’s shaking now. He can smell it more vividly than he’s ever been able to smell anything. His hands press over your lower belly; the womb ripe for fertilisation, the way he can envision himself sunk to the hilt and ebbing at the entrance to your cervix, his seed leaking directly into you with each prespill pulse and throb. 

‘I need to put a baby in you. I need to breed you.’

He regains control for a brief moment as deft fingers work their way down your front and to the top of your pubic bone. If you were to stop and consider then you know there’s categorically no way he could impregnate you, and even if so; it’s not something you’ve considered to any realistic extent. 

‘This won’t go away until I do, sweetheart. I can feel it.”

There’s a solemnity to his whisper, you note. A consideration. 

A sadness, maybe? 

You wonder how literal he is. If this has triggered some latent need to knock you up. If your fertile days will be spent with him filling you to the brim with his undead spend, over and over; until he somehow manages the impossible. 

A stack of crates nearby. They’ll do for this. 

You lead him now, a shepherd; to the boxes and hitch your skirts over your ass while you bend over the dry wood. 

“If you let me do this, I won’t be able to stop.” Astarion’s voice cracks in the whisper while looking at your glistening cunt with admirable restraint. You feel yourself leaking down the soft skin of your thigh - your own arousal catching on the cool night air. 

“I don’t want you to stop.’ 

He descends on you after a dazed moment to steep in your words, testing the waters with nimble fingers edging between your swollen lips. 

‘Fuck me full. Breed me.”

“You’re so ready, aren’t you? Little minx.’

A wretched groan. 

‘You want me to get you pregnant? I can feel how ruinously soaked you are - tell me, is this what you want? Have you wanted this for a while?”

When he speaks it’s simply silken. Syrup. His fingers feel excruciatingly good as they round your lust-engorged clit, babbling nonsense in a lusty haze.

“Gods. Yes. Yes. Please, please fuck me. Spill into me.”

The fingers are merely customary. He knows what he wants, and you want it too. Each wanton wiggle of your hips, each brush against your ass cheeks. The blunt head of his cock settles just broaches your entrance as you hear him suckle on his fingertips coyly behind you. 

A low hum of approval.

“Good. My darling girl.”

On darling, he begins his relentless campaign. 

Once settled at the hilt he stops for a moment in a weighty groan, eyes rolling back into his skull as you turn over your shoulder. His hands settle in a firm grasp on your hips. At this moment he’s determined. Needy. Your cunt is the relief he so desperately seeks and he takes a second to adjust so he can hump you properly. To ensure the seed settles once he’s gathered the momentum to have it spurt deep into your womb.

He feels ridiculously good like this. 

Like a meal to the starving, water in the desert. The wet glubs accompanying his shallow thrusts are evidentiary to just how much you need this. Him buried inside you - rattling on like a madman. Talks like his mind will never be the same again. 

The only thing in his brain being the unfettered desire to make you round. 

“I’ll take you back here again, in a few months. When you’re- when you’re round and aching. Keep your arm in mine at all times so- so they all know just who did this to you.’

A few shallow ruts before he ploughs back in deep.

‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I- I feel your heart racing, darling. You want my babies? You want to make me a daddy?’

He cants his hips at the breech of your cervix, not pulling back, simply moving to adjust himself inside you. Ensuring his prespill leaks into your waiting womb with each rock of his pelvis.

‘Because I’m feral thinking about making you a mother. All glowy and swollen, my baby inside you.”

His clammy hand slaps your ass, heavy balls smacking on your clit with his terse thrusts.

“I- I want it. I need it. Please.”

Your moans are directly into the dry wood, face now pressed to the side against the crates. Lips swollen from your own attempts to bite back your lewd proclamations. Spit forming a glob of drool in the resting corner. 

You’re smiling. Beaming. Gods. 

Had you wanted this? Had it been some subconscious desire of yours to mother his children? Has some sketchy tea from a Night Market vendor done this to you through his prespill seeping in? Made you realise just how you wanted your life with him to look? 

You’ve not planned for this, but no fear overwhelms you at the thought of the possible outcome of your breeding session. The thought of him sat beaming over your child. The most beautiful man you’ve ever seen; yours, your family, everyone knowing your devotion to each other in the most lifelong sense. Infallible and real and capable of producing something beyond yourselves.

As he continues his pursuit you wonder if they’ll have his eyes. Fangs. Dhampir aren’t a common breed. They’re far too difficult to rear.

But there’s something potent in the way he piles into you where you can begin to see an entire brood of them. Dhampir. 

The sheer determination behind his smacks, the way you ass burns each time his palm meets it in a sharp slap. His chuntering warbles - moans, grunting, the light pleading;-

The light pleading.

He’s reaching around your front and holding your lower belly as he fucks you, a slight falter to his pacing.

Poor thing. 

“Feed.” You whimper, brushing all hindrances from your neck and arching into him once more so he stops his thrusting.

“I- I can’t. I can’t risk it not taking. This isn’t going away, love.”

His voice cracks, a desperation once more.

“I said feed. Feed on me, my angel. Then fuck me full of you.”

He keeps inside you as he leans over your back, hands moving to feel for your nipples under your blouse and lightly jerking the peaking skin. He stills for a moment in an attempt to regain some of himself.

“Yes, mother.” 

You both fall about laughing until he corrects your stance with an urgent tug and waits no time to sink his teeth into the long-standing wounds on your neck. 

From his position he can’t thrust, stretched over your back like some heavy battlecloak of old. 

You warm him with genuine delight at no risk of him growing soft and feel the way his pretty cock pushes against your ridges in the most minute way. His suckling from you in order to eke out your lifeblood, becoming his own once swallowed. The saccharine pool of metal red gathering under his tongue with each lap. 

Once finished, he lifts with renewed vigour. Wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and cackles something wicked.

He gives you no time to adjust before he resumes his conquest on your body, a brutal thrust giving you cause to wince into the crates below you. You whip your head around to sneer at him which earns you a sheepish smile.

Each snap brings you closer. The white heat boiling, spluttering in your gut threatens to spill with each mutter from his blood-smeared mouth.

“I’m close.” You whimper. 

He leans over you once more.

“Milk it from me, love. Cum for me.”

The whisper tips you over. Each rolling tidal wave of ecstasy as his thumb strokes the side of your distended clit is molten in extremity, each clench of your cunt vice-like around him. His roaring laughter ecstatic as he rides you through your peak like some seasoned rancher.

Whoever has set up stall by the alley is definitely aware of your brutal fucking. The thought of them discovering you has you in near shambles as you reach the end of climax. Being discovered. Something else that’s relatively new to you, but not unpleasant.

Then, he gasps. Trembles. Shatters. Through the haze of your orgasm you feel him stutter on weak legs and the vulnerability you’ve come to know so well has blinked back into the frame. 

“Tell me I can. Now. Quick.”

“Knock me up. You can do it, baby.”

Eyes still round, Astarion humps your ass in anticipation one more time and spills with such force it sends him reeling into audible ecstacy. Each twitch of his cock inside you milky smooth in your combined secretion, blood-pinkened slit spurting, the sheer control as he presses impossibly deep into your waiting cunt. You find yourself rolling back in your own delirium. 

His orgasmic rutting doesn’t stop for a long while. A series of beleaguered moans, the way his humming pitches with each slap of his hips; each of his taps against your cervix causing you to clench further and therefore feeding the cycle.

When he does eventually stop, his face buries in between your shoulderblades; arms wrapping around your waist. Silence. 

“Astarion, love - are you okay?”

A feeble whisper. Back still arched, his weight on you.

“I’m- I’m so sorry.”

There’s a teary singe to his quiet words, reverent kisses planted on your own now-sweat laden skin. He sniffs. 

“It’s okay! We all make mistakes. She did say it was an aphrodisiac, to be fair to her. Is it still affecting you?”

“No, not that.”

“Then what?”

He sniffs once more and wipes his face with the back of his hand, using your hips as leverage to stand. 

“I- This. All this. I didn’t want it to come out like this, ideally.”

You shuffle a little and he slips from between your legs, taking your underwear from the floor and turning to face him whilst you roll the garment over your thighs.

“What? That you have a raging breeding fetish?” 

He taps your arm lightly and laughs a little, lacing up his breeches.

“Well. Kind of?’

He pulls a face and brings you close, moon overhead gleaming in the cool night. A slight breeze.

‘I don’t know what I want, per se; but I think I like the idea of… Well. This.’ 

His hands roll over one another as he plants a soft kiss atop your head. You lick your thumb and wipe any remaining blood traces from his lips.

‘It feels ridiculously sordid and entirely dangerous, but the moment that… stuff hit my blood I knew what I needed. I could smell you miles off. Still can.”

“You want to put a dhampir in me?” You laugh, waggling your fingers near his face. He groans.

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope.’

You kiss the back of his hand as you reach for the discarded basket.

‘Not until you’ve done it, anyway.”

#my writing #astarion x reader #astarion x female reader #astarion x tav #astarion bg3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #astarion ancunin #nsft

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

The Scars On His Back

Just going to slowly reupload my fics...two at a time...

Summary: Astarion has a nightmare and goes out to the forest for a breather when he runs into you.

He’s back there again, with the feeling of a knife tearing into his back, carving up his flesh. Blood runs down his body, creating rivers of crimson on his pale skin and drips onto the floor, pooling between his feet. He can feel the stickiness of the liquid penetrating the gaps between his toes, the feeling sending shivers up his spine. His lifeblood drains with each moment, the pain overwhelms what is left of his soul and tears his body apart, sending screams ripping from his throat until his voice is hoarse but it never stops. The knife digs in again and again, the pain harshly dragging him back into reality each time he drifts off too far into the black void.

And then he wakes up with a start to the mess that is his tent, chest heaving out of habit and a sting in his eyes. His hands tremble as they reach up to wipe his weakness away, nearly causing him to nick himself. He presses his hands against his face, shakily drawing deep breaths.

He’s far far away from there now. He’s safe from him , with the tadpole in his head. He won’t have to bow and scrape to him as long as the tadpole remains. As long as you shelter him.

Hastily throwing on a tunic to cover up the scars, he heads outside his tent for some fresh air, to be away from the stuffiness that his tent brings tonight. The night air is cooling, a gentle breeze whistling through the still camp. Moonlight spills through the tree canopy, shining beams of silvery light upon the various tents pitched around the once burning campfire.

Quiet trills of nighttime creatures fill the silence, the smell of your blood wafting from…hold on. The smell of your blood? Ruby eyes widen and his feet move in the direction his nose is picking the scent up from before his mind can register anything. You are injured , his half-awake mind processes, a small pool of panic bubbling within his chest as he quickens his pace. How bad are your wounds? Have you been attacked? Will he make it in time?

He bursts through the trees, gaze frantically searching for any signs of an attack but all he sees was you. There is no sign or scent of enemies, only your lonesome figure sitting sheepishly on a rock, crimson liquid seeping through your fingers.

“Hi Astarion,” you smile, waving awkwardly.

“Y/N!” He hurries over to your side. “You’re bleeding.”

“So it seems,” you chuckle. “A small accident, really. I merely slipped on some wet grass and cut myself on the sharp edges of the stones.”

“You really are the clumsiest person I know, darling,” he shakes his head with a sigh, taking out some bandages and ointment. “Let’s treat this wound of yours before it gets infected. Wouldn’t want a small accident to turn into a big mess now, would we?”

You nod, biting your tongue before words that will ruin the mood slip past your lips. It’s better to keep to yourself how prepared he was to treat your injuries, and especially the fact that you could tell he was worried about you. Then an idea hits you.

“Since I’m already bleeding, do you want to feed on me?” The question sends his head shooting upwards, a quizzical look on his face.

“Feed…on you?”

“Yeah, like drink my blood since it’s leaking out of my body anyways, would be a shame if so much of it went to waste,” you can’t help but grin, “I can see your fangs peeking out, you know. Go ahead and drink, I don’t mind.”

He opens his mouth, moving it closer to your wound. The sweet scent of your blood hits his nostrils hard and they flare in response, hunger gnawing in his chest. You had offered your blood to him, what did you want in return? His body? His services?

Ruby red eyes search your face, waiting for you to lay down your conditions but you simply press your bleeding arm to his lips with a small smile, dabbing a sliver of blood on his lips.

“I mean it, Astarion. And no, I don’t want anything in return. I promise.”

A small puff of breath leaves his lips at your words and his tongue darts out, gently licking a stripe up your arm. When you don’t pull away, he gets a little bolder, sucking blood from the open wound. You hiss softly when his fangs dig in, drawing more blood from your body but keep your arm steady. He hungrily drinks it all in, the sweet flavour bursting in his mouth.

You don’t know what compels you to do it, but your other hand moves towards his hair, gently running your fingers through his silver curls, twirling the longer strands around your index finger. You carefully avoid touching his ears, knowing how sensitive they are and instead tangle your fingers in the hair at the top of his head.

He quietly purrs against your arm, pressing his tongue against the wound to staunch what bleeding he can before cleaning the wound thoroughly with a damp cloth, sending vibrations running up your arm. Gently dabbing the ointment on your arm, he wraps a bandage around the wound, pressing one last kiss to it before standing back up, offering a hand.

“Shall we return to camp before the others begin panicking? I doubt they can function without the both of us.” The smile on his face is filled with apprehension, a fact that doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Astarion –”

“Don’t you worry, my sweet. I’ll repay this debt of yours as soon as possible,” he winks, pulling you to your feet. “You won’t regret it in the slightest.”

As he turns to leave, you shout.

“Astarion!”

He stops in his tracks, turning around. Muscles tensed, he tries to cover up the fear that is thrumming through his veins with a feigned smile, hoping it’d mellow out your anger. After all, you could neve resist his smile…right?

You see the way fear flashes in his eyes and immediately regret raising your voice, even if it was out of frustration directed at yourself. Taking a deep breath to clear away your anger, you hold out a hand in peace offering.

“I’m sorry for raising my voice at you. I’m not mad at you, I’m just…” Your voice trails off. How do you even justify what you just did? You know of the horrors Cazador inflicted on him, and yet you still lash out.

“It’s quite alright, Y/N,” he chuckles nervously.

You vigorously shake your head, “I really am sorry about it. There’s no way I can justify raising my voice at you, you didn’t do anything wrong. I was really frustrated at myself for not being able to convince you I didn’t want anything in return, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

Astarion searches for any sign of a lie in your words but finds nothing. You really meant it. Every word you said. Your apology, your insistence on needing nothing from him after he had just fed on you, all of it was sincere and genuine. His undead heart skips a beat and suddenly the night doesn’t feel so cold anymore.

You care about him.

Before he knows it, his feet carry him over to you once more, his hand sliding into your outstretched one. The warmth blooms from your palm and winds around his cold one as your fingers intertwine with his.

“Y/N,” he breathes.

“Will you accept my apology?” You ask softly, eyes downcast.

“Of course, dearest. I always will,” he leans in, lips hovering over your forehead. Can he kiss you? Will he taint you if he does?

You tilt your head upwards, meeting his lips with yours and he immediately melts into the kiss. Unlike his previous kisses, this one is filled with care and love, not the usual lust and passion he’s used to receiving. Your arms wrap around him, hands resting on his back where scars tell of his past and he reflexively tenses. But this time, the hands on his back mean him no harm. They lie there to pull him closer into your warm embrace, to protect him from those who seek to harm him. So he lets them rest on his vulnerable back, soaking in the strange warmness that the simple action brings.

Astarion closes his eyes, putting his own arms around you. It’s weird, hugging someone for the first time. You don’t mind his cold dead fingers resting on your back and even press closer against him, enveloping him in your warmth.

When your lips part ways, he doesn’t say a word lest his voice wavers and betrays him. He lets you do the talking, relishing in the way you hold onto his hand tightly. Not a single move is made when you lead him into his tent, only letting go of his hand to help him tidy up his bedroll. You make sure he’s comfortable before turning to leave, pausing when he calls out your name in such a gentle manner.

“Stay…with me?” He begs. Your heart aches from his tone and once more you’re reminded of how much he hurts on the inside, so you backtrack and wrap your arms around him.

“Always.”

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