#poro drabbles

[justporo]

Some days Astarion feels the pain of being a vampire more than others. He knows and feels it in every fibre of his being. He's different, he's a monster.

He's cold to the touch, his eyes glow red, he cannot go into the sun, his heart doesn't beat.

When you notice these moments of painful realisation you move to him as you see the shine in his usually bright eyes dim. And you wrap your arms tightly around him. So your warmth seeps into his body. And so he can feel your heartbeat drum through both of your bodies.

You hold him like this until he cannot tell if it's your warmth or his. Until you feel his spark return. Willing him to know that you'll let your heart beat for the two of you, no matter what.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x you #poro drabbles

[lullabyes22-blog]

Arcane Fanfic Scenarios

Fic scenarios that will probs never get written but are fun to imagine:

Bobby Pins and Angel Wings: Five times Jinx and Ekko nearly kissed - and the one time they did. Bittersweet snippets of childhood games and cozy rooftop chats, told in flashback form. All interwoven with Jinx and Ekko going all-out during a shoot-out in the present day.

Category: Angst, Fluff, Violence.

Ships: Jinx x Ekko

Some Like it Hot: Crack oneshot. Silco makes a guest appearance on Hot Ones and dishes out the complexities of revolution and the struggles of running the drug trade and being a single father - all while absolutely devouring the ghost peppers.

Y'all. This is Zaun. You expect them not to have spicy food?

Ends with Sean Evans going utterly non-verbal after trying one of Zaun's own homebrewed concoctions... while Silco chugs a glass of yogurt and smiles slyly for the cameras.

And then gets the hiccups<3

Category: Crack, Humor, Politics.

Ships: Zaun x Spicy cuisine.

Arcane Meets Isekai: Character-x-Reader themed Choose Your Own Adventure where reader is flung into the chaotic and magical world of Runeterra, and ends up simultaneously stealing the hearts of a shyly brilliant scientist (Viktor) and a ruthless Undercity revolutionary (Silco). Shenanigans ensue. Multiple endings and wild scenarios. Heimerdinger's poro was hurt in the making of this story - and will be hurt again.

Category: Angst, Fluff, Crack, Smut.

Ships: Primarily Viktor x Reader and Silco x Reader. But there can be so much more.

Empires Rise and Fall: Silco and Mel and up brokering a marriage pact to keep their cities united. It's an unexpected match made in Heaven - with a dash of Hell. Also a warlord mother-in-law who refuses to keep her nose out of the marital chamber. And a step-daughter creeping like a golem in the rafters...

Drabbles of the angsty, fluffy, smutty and political variety. Plus a honeymoon in Noxus. Complete with near abductions and survived assassination attempts.

"Mawwiage. That bwessed awwangement. That dweam within a dweam..."

Category: Angst, Smut, Fluff.

Ships: Silco x Mel, Silco x Power, Mel x Politics.

Through a Glass Darkly: Extremely dark fic. Silco's life post-drowning. Details everything from his recovery, to his rise as a kingpin-on-the-make, to the development of Shimmer, to his alliance with Singed, and his plans for payback. All while he watches Vander from afar with his new family, and plots to destroy both.

Also features plenty of near run-ins with baby Powder - and a sense of fated inevitability. 

The shark was always lying in wait.

Unbeknownst to him, so was fatherhood.

Category: Angst, Gore.

Ships: Silco x Vander

Snakes and Ladders: A retelling of Forward but Never Forget/XOXO from Mel's PoV. Plenty of MelJay cuteness, flashbacks of her life as a Noxian heiress, the grim legacy of Ambessa's lessons, her childhood games with Kino, and a darkly decadent slice of Mel × Silco, as her elusive arch-ally lures her deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of snakes and ladders that is Zaun...

Category: Angst, Smut, Fluff.

Ships: Mel x Jayce, Mel x Silco.

Redux: Multichapter monstrosity. A time travel AU where Jinx, twenty seven years old, is embroiled in an ongoing battle with Piltover - and with her sister Vi. Tired, disillusioned, and with only her ghosts for company, she reminisces bittersweetly about her girlhood days with Silco. Then she breaks into Ekko's workshop and steals his infamous watch, ready to tamper with it and go back all the way to the beginning, before the Day of Ash.

This time she'll make sure they all live: her parents, Vander, Vi, Silco, Ekko, Benzo, Mylo and Claggor.

Safe together.

Long story short: she miscalculates and ends up at the midway point before Vander drowns Silco in the Pilt. Now Jinx has to keep her wits and hide her secrets, as she struggles to survive in a much deadlier and more volatile Zaun. All while she ingratiates herself into their revolutionary circle, and attempts to heal the rift between its two leaders, before it can widen further.

Easier said than done when both men begin taking an interest in Jinx for their own mercenary agenda. And by the end, will slit each others' throats to see said agenda fulfilled. 

Dammit.

Where is that Boy Savior when you need him?

Written as a darkly comical fic from Jinx's POV. Back-to-the-Future flavored adventures. Full of booms, oopsie-loopsies, and political commentary.

All our girl wants is to undo the jinx before it jinxes everyone. Instead, she ends up getting baby Powder quite literally 'unalived,' causing heaps of destruction, and accidentally becoming a mentor figure to young Vi. Meanwhile, as Silco's peer rather than his beloved daughter, she can't help but be confronted with glaring flaws in her pedestalized Papa's ideology. All while young Silco, convinced she's either a spy in their midst, or his very own Lady of the Lake sent to illuminate the rightness of Zaun's path, finds his extremist tendencies widening by a mile. Much like Vander's violent streak and his determination to nip Silco's plans in the bud...

A fix-it fic gone off the rails. Don't time travel, folks.

Oh, and there's a sweet Timebomb twist by the end<3

Category: Angst, Horror, Fluff, Comedy, Mood Whiplash Galore.

Ships: Ekko x Jinx, Silco x Vander, Silco x Revolution, Jinx x Chaos.

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #arcane jinx #jinx #arcane vi #vi #arcane ekko #ekko #jinx x ekko #timebomb #arcane vander #vander #silco x vander #vanco #zaundads #sevika #arcane sevika #arcane mel #mel medarda #silco x mel #melco

[piltover-sharpshooter]

'paint me'

okay but art class with poros sounds adorable

drabbles: send me characters and a prompt Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character drawing a picture of another [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Caitlyn would never understand Freljordians. Even the ones that aren't raiders. They've come to Piltover as an envoy of the queen of the freljord (One of them anyway) and what would have often found itself rejected was instead accepted as the merchant families sensed new opportunities for business and trading.

So of course, Caitlyn, as a Kiramman, got saddled with taking care of them and assuring their safety...as well as the safety and comfort of the many MANY poros that they brought along with them. Which is how she ended up in this situation, the envoys having seen Caitlyn's paintings, asked for for their own, which she of course obliged, and after hours of painting, she finished it, and handed it to them.

Please, the envoys praised her before they were called to do business, the sniper finally managing to release the sigh of exhaustion she was carrying. It was then she felt a fluffy thing in her leg, and looking down she saw one of the poros comforting her. A giggle escaped her mouth and she grabbed it to cuddle with, before noting the other poros were now 'standing' where the envoys used to be. Did the poros want to be painted?

With another laugh she sat down and rolled her shoulders.

"Alright...pose for me dears..." and she began painting once more.

@snugglyporos

#ic #long post #drabble #thanks for the ask!

[togetherhearted]

Hiya, I'd like to request Silco, Viktor, Local Cuisine Boy and ___ (I really like your writing but I just can't pick a fourth character lol please pick for me). Their relationship with the reader is starting to get serious and one step in taking it to the next level is introducing them to the family! But reader doesn't have a family to introduce them to besides their pet poro so that'll have to do (I think it would be interesting if you included different types like plunder poro, poro fly, etc).

Thanks for appreciating my writing!🥺

I'm not use to write and english isn't my first language, I only know the basics so this means a lot to me! Also, once again the randomizer did the dirty work for me 😅

Silco,Viktor,Local Cuisine Boy and Greyson's S/O poro family

"PORO FLY"

Silco adjusted his tie; he wanted to look good in front of your family. When he finally entered your cozy apartment, he was greeted by a flying fluff ball.

He fell on the sofa while he avoided being hit by it "Is this..." "Pierre?Yeah, that's him" Silco looked at the creature that was flying towards you "He's my only family..." You held him in your arms.

Your partner sat up and came next to you. He cupped your cheek "Do not worry, my dear. You also have me now."

"FABLED PORO"

This man is a confident one but meeting your family was another story. He briefly gripped the cane handle when you unlocked the door "I'm hooooome!" You both stepped inside.

He heard a strange noise, like an hammer striking iron. He followed the sound and found a big poro working near a little furnace.  Viktor blinked confused "That's Aurelio" You said looking sadly at him "What remains of my family" "Eeehh...I hope he can make me a sword then, so I can be your knight and protect both of you" He suddenly joked. You snorted.

"LONELY PORO"

The young man finished setting the appetizer on the table; he was nervous, your life was average but what if your family didn't like it?

He put his "professional mask" when he heard the sound of the door being unlocked.

You entered with a Poro nestled in your arms "Dear,meet my family!Lonely, this is my boyfriend!"You introduced both of them nonchalantly.

He pointed at the poro, arching an eyebrow "Yeah, that's only him..."Without a word he pulled you and your little friend in a tender hug "A pleasure to meet your family, my little lamb."

"MIGHTY PORO"

Greyson never thought she would find a big poro in your garden, looking at her menacingly. She cleared her throat, looking everywhere for you "Come on in! He's not going to hurt you!"You shouted by the opened kitchen window. The poro set down the hammer and stomped inside the house, studying Greyson's moves.

"So" You started, your focus on the dinner you were preparing "If I recall correctly I described my family as a"peculiar"one" The woman nodded"There it is" You patted the poro affectionately. Greyson froze.

#Welp #I may be in need of a poro now #arcane #arcane x reader #arcane drabbles #drabble #viktor #viktor x reader #silco #silco x reader #local cuisine boy x reader #local cuisine boy #greyson arcane #greyson x reader

[metalvsflesh]

Viktor hobbled out of his room, drawing his blanket tightly around his shoulders. As he crossed the threshold into the living area, he glanced around, looking for nothing in particular.

He flinched at the unfamiliar body in the kitchen, who similarly jumped upon noticing him, mid-inspecting the coffee pot. They stared at one another with deer-in-the-headlights looks on their faces.

“Mikhail?”

“I didn’t mean to yell,” he blurted back, clutching the coffee pot in both hands.

Viktor shivered before stepping up to the kitchen portion of the room. It was almost like looking in the mirror, were that mirror to make him far younger and fitter than he was now, and gave him a semblance of a sense of style.

“It’s fine, no need to worry. Just keep your voice down from now on. I’m still congested, that racket makes my head hurt like-” Viktor stopped himself. “It hurts a lot.”

“Oh yeah, that’s a thing that happens...” Mikhail placed the coffee pot on the counter sideways, and it began to roll off. “You think me and Blitz will get sick?”

Viktor lunged for the pot and caught it before it fell too far, hair standing on end, “No.”

“Oh, it does that.”

“The pot?”

“Yeah.”

Viktor sighed as he placed the pot on the counter right-side up, rubbing his temples with his other hand.

“You alright?”

“I’m fine.”

Blitzcrank came running from another room, as if summoned by the interaction, jumping onto the couch and standing on it to peer over the railing that divided the kitchen and the living room. It seems condensing such a powerful mechanical being into the size of a fifth-grader means they have far more energy than they know what to do with. Either that, or it’s just normal child things.

“Papa do you want me to make you soup? I can make you soup!”

“Please don’t stand on the couch. And no, you can’t.”

“Yes I can.”

“It’s too dangerous. Please get off the couch.”

“I’ve done it before!”

“Well,” Mikhail grabbed a hold of the end of a hand towel that was draped over the handle of one of the ovens and began fiddling with it in his hands. “You were a eight foot tall robokid before. You’re like... squishy baby child, now.”

“Oh, I didn’t think about that...”

“Nikolas,” the elder Pavlov’s voice strained, causing him to cough once. “Either sit down or get off the couch.”

Blitzcrank peeped, then dropped down and hopped off the couch, walking into the kitchen to stand with the rest. Viktor tugged the ends of his blankets and huddled into them once more.

“Papa, if I can’t cook, then what do we do about food for you?”

“You can cook, but I have to be in the room. And don’t worry about those things, I will handle figuring out the logistics.”

“Can I cook too, daddy-o?”

Viktor gave Mikhail a stern look, “No.”

“Aw..”

Viktor reached up to a cabinet and opened it, reaching for a box of candy canes. Upon taking one out of the box, his eyes widened. He glanced over his shoulder to his children before smiling.

“You two.”

“Yes, dad,” they said in sync, both their faces lighting up at the sight of his smile.

“Catch,” he tossed Blitzcrank the candy cane, then reached up and grabbed two more, closing the cabinet, and handing one to Mikhail.

The two boys looked quizzically at the candy canes, then to their father. Blitzcrank seemed slightly less confused than Mikhail, knowing what they were, but confused in their own right for other reasons.

“Take the plastic film off the bottom, but not all the way. This gets sticky very quickly and you don’t want sticky hands. Hold it by the round portion.”

The boys duteously followed his instructions, after watching him do it first. Viktor stuck the unwrapped end in his mouth, electing alarmed looks from the other two. He gave them a minute to put two and two together.

“Oh!” Blitzcrank jumped up and down. “These are candy! Papa was talking about them when I was wrapping Miss Sky’s present!”

“Don’t jump with that,” Viktor warned gently through the side of his mouth.

The youngest shoved the candy cane in their mouth excitedly, eyes aglow with wonder as static sparked from the ends of their hair. Mikhail furrowed his brow and slowly followed suit, putting the sugary confection into his mouth. It was only a second before he looked to Viktor with a horrified expression. The man merely chuckled.

“Nikolas,” the elder murmured, taking the candy cane out of his mouth. “And you, Mikhail, though I don’t think you’ll keep eating that.. don’t run when you have this in your hand, or in your mouth.”

Blitzcrank blinked in confusion, “Why?”

“You could trip and hurt yourself. Walk slowly with it and anything similar,” Viktor stuck his candy cane back in his mouth and lumbered over to a drawer, retrieving a pair of scissors. “These especially. If you have to use them, ask me for help. Otherwise, hold them by the blades - like this - and walk slowly. Hand it to others by the handles, flat, like this. Do you understand?”

The two nodded, and Viktor returned the scissors to the drawer.

“Forks and knives do not leave the kitchen unless I say so, and do not touch them unless I am present.”

“Are spoons okay?” Nikolas said.

Viktor nodded, “Spoons are fine. Hold them securely to the dish you are carrying. Nikolas, if you can’t reach something, ask me for help. Do not try to get it yourself.”

Mikhail scratched his chin, “What about me, pops?”

“Do not try to help. Get me.”

“But I can reach everything, shouldn’t I help ‘em?”

Viktor pointed to the coffee pot without a word. Mikhail followed his gesture and lingered on the pot for a moment, then turned back to look him in the eye.

“Point taken.”

“Food is to be eaten either in the kitchen at that table,” Viktor pointed to the table pressed against the railing that lined the kitchen ledge. “Or in the dinning room across the way.”

“But you eat stuff wherever, papa.”

“I’m an exception.”

“Why?”

“I am the head of the house, I make the rules, so I get to say when they can be waved or bent and who and what are beholden to them.”

“I don’t know what that means, but okay.”

“I-” Viktor grumbled in thought. “I’ve been a human for nearly sixty years, so I know how to balance my self, how to... gauge my strength and how much of it I use on an object without much thought to my actions. You two have been a human for... what?”

“Two hours, nine minutes, and thirty-three seconds.”

Viktor and Blitzcrank snapped to face Mikhail.

“How did you do that, Denis?”

“Mikhail - and, not to brag, but I’m just that good at crunching numbers,” the young man grinned and raised his hands, as if calming a cheering crowd. However, it seemed his audience didn’t catch that it was a joke, and he frowned. “I have a clock.”

He pointed to the bulky watch on his wrist, which featured a stopwatch in the middle that was ticking by steadily. While Blitzcrank laughed, Viktor facepalmed almost immediately, causing an audible smack as his palm hit his forehead.

“Of course...” he murmured. Then, with a sharp breath, he continued: “You don’t have that same experience, and until you get a good handle on those skills you will have to follow the rules so that you can have a baseline for when those rules no longer apply to you. Does that make sense?”

Blitzcrank nodded.

“When I.. have... the energy, I will rearrange the kitchen to accommodate the two of you in your current state, but for now... this is how it is going to be,” he leaned against the counter and crunched on his candy cane. “Do you know if this is permanent?”

“I wasn’t paying attention,” Blitzcrank folded their hands sadly. “I heard something about ‘Christmas Miracles’, but that’s all I heard. I don’t think it is, though, the Grey Mages don’t usually make things permanent! Their spells only last a day or two for other people.”

Viktor rubbed the side of his head and groaned, half in pain and half in irritation, “I... will work something out...”

“You should nap first, pops.”

“Not now. Later.”

“Really should be now.”

“Later,” the old man said sternly. “There is more to figure out than you think.”

“Well, was worth a shot,” Mikhail shrugged and opened a random cupboard, peering in. With a light ‘ooh!’ he snatched up a random piece of dishware and began fiddling with it.

“Please don’t break anything...”

“I’m fine, I’m an adult,” he placed the dish back and grabbed another one to fiddle with. “Legally.”

Viktor shook his head and stood straight. A quick stretch of his shoulders and he was off on his half-conscious quest to make sure everything that’s needed for the night is done. Blitzcrank stood to attention and followed suit, ready to help as always.

#The First of Many ⟪Viktor⟫ #As Long As It Takes ⟪Blitzcrank⟫ #We've Been Searching Everywhere ⟪Mikhail⟫ #This is Why I Can't Take You Nice Places!! ⟪Drabbles⟫ #m!a: human #ill proofread again in the morning poro do BIG slepy now

[snugglyporos]

@thehouseofivo

If you dislike the idea of 'taking peoples' money', you could always justify it by saying 'for each donation, I will write you a personal Poro message' or something, write however long of a Poro drabble you feel is deserved. That way, they're paying you for a service.

That... is a good idea, but I don’t know how much people would want, and I don’t know what’s fair. Is that the kind of thing that people would be okay with?

It feels bad to try and use followers for something like that, I guess? 

I don’t want people to feel like I’m just out here trying to make a buck when I’m trapped trying to move, and I don’t want people to think less of the poros. >.>

maybe it’s just because I’m used to making what money I can in business, but money often changes people’s views and relationships. :/

#ooc

[a-rat-and-a-blob]

The Sewer King’s Carol: The First Ghost Part 2 - A Comic Book Identity

The Sewer King’s Carol Drabbles Arch: link

Previous Drabble (First Ghost Part 1): link

I was young when they told me. Maybe around 10 or 11 years old. I remember sitting on the bed awaiting Mom's bedtime story for the night. The one on Snowdown eve was always a special one about the holidays. Maybe it would be another one of the poro king's exploits or maybe the tales of the many incarnations of Santa, or would it be one of the quirky elves that worked in his workshop.

               Suddenly my Mom comes in, smiling at me, but with the smile I expect. It was rather melancholy for her. Her eyes grew old with stress and her wrinkles were more apparent. It almost seemed that it hurt to shape her lips, but she always did for me back then. "Was work hard today, Mom?" I asked.

               "Oh... Kinda grueling if you asked me, but nothing I can't handle," she replied back in a sweet voice. In her hand she held a book that different from the ones that consist of the previous Snowdown tales. Instead of being a big green book with the Snowdown king grinning happily on the cover in gold lining, it was a small one with a very graphic picture of a man with goggles and a black-green jumpsuit flying towards the air as the title bolds his name in large, black letters: Atomic-Man.

               "Whoa.. Is that the story you're gonna tell?" I ask, gazing at the detailed cover.

               "Yeah.. I thought it's time we do something different, don't you think?" she sat down on the bed with me and opened the book, showcasing the visual assortment of boxes and drawings. "It even has pictures for you too! I know you'll love this one." She looked down at the first page and began to describe what was happening as I scan the images. "One day, there was a man named Wade Wilson. He was a man that wanted to fight for his city and fight for what's right! So much so that he wanted to go join the army to protect his family."

               "Whoa.." I said looking at the soldier waiting in line. "Would I be a good soldier?"

               "I bet you would be amazing. Now.. he joined the army when he was 22 and worked hard on his training," she flipped the page. "But then... the army wanted to try something out on him. You see ZAC, they wanted to create a super soldier." She pointed to the numerous blueprints of what seems to be a man with severe augmentation. On the side were lab equipment that I was far too familiar with, so much so that I shivered at the mere sight of them. "They wanted a soldier to be augmented to control the toxins and poison around him. To do this, they created project Bioforge, asking for volunteers to be sacrificed in the name of their city." She flipped the page again, and the series of pictures showed a man being tortured as he was strapped to a table. I closed my eyes and only felt the reassuring pat of my mother.

               "Eventually Wade was called to be one of those soldiers and they did so much to him.. I'll tell you when to open your eyes. Heh. They would do all these nasty things.. poking.. ripping body parts off.. putting these nasty needles.." she said while poking my gelatinous form. I slightly jump at the touch of her fingernails. "Mom! Stop!"

               "Hehe.. What happened to my big grown adult?" I said nothing to that. "Well.. Luckily, unlike all of the others, Wade made it out alive, but all the more angry. He wanted to escape the pain so much that he pushed through all of the scientists and left the building." She pointed to an image of a shadow jumping off the window.

               "When he landed.. he got up immediately and looked at the building he was once in and ran away, knowing the suffering. He went immediately to his home, but when he opened the door, his family no longer saw him as their own, but rather as an augmented monster.." she said as she points to a hideously disfigured face with an augmented back and vials of poison strapped to him looking at his family in confusion as they all screamed. In the next panel, he was sitting all alone by the house he used to live.

               "This.. This is so sad.." I murmur. "Why.. show me this?"

               "Hey.. It's not over. Do you think that he would let this pull him down? Wade was many things and of those things he was always optimistic. He felt like he should give up. He felt scared of what he has become, but that never changed how he saw the world, how he saw the good in people, and how he saw what could be fixed. He got up and didn't sulk, but start on his ways to reveal project Bioforge to the world. He infiltrated the building he was once tortured in and began to use his newfound powers of chemical manipulation to free those that would've suffered as he did and show those who wanted to use those poor men justice." I gazed at Atomic Man's glory as he fought back with the evil scientists and villains.

               "Whoa..." I mumble.

               "He took on the name 'Atomic Man' and after every rescue, he began to reveal Project Bioforge's true colors, to the point where the city couldn't fund the project anymore. Those scientists can't experiment on people anymore, but that's not the best thing! The best thing was that Atomic Man was no longer seen as the monster by his family and friends, but rather as the hero that he wanted to be." I looked at the final picture: his family hugging him closely, repeating the words "I'm sorry".

               "Wow... That's so cool! I'm glad for him!" I said, smiling up at my mom.

               "I'm glad for him too.." She paused before starting her next sentence. "Do you know who he reminds me of?"

               "You?" I asked. She looked surprised at this when I said it. "I mean.. you saved me, didn't you, like Atomic Man! I think you're even better, honestly. Heh."

               "Well... I guess I am a hero in my own right, but I think he reminds me more of you.." She got off the bed and stood up on the floor. "I've been meaning to tell you this for quite some time now. You.. remember when you wanted to make another you. A brother?"

               "I.. I said I didn't mean it.. I won't do it again! I promise!"

               "Hey.. Relax. I'm not gonna punish you or anything. In fact, I should be apologizing.  You remember those lab experiments back then right?" I nodded slowly. "Well.. There's a reason for those ZAC." She sighed. "You see.. when we found you, we believed that you would be a weapon like Atomic Man.  Everyone talked of how you would change the world, but only as a tool. They would test your capabilities to the very limit, and you would always get so angry.. 'It's a monster!' they said. 'There was no way we could control you!' Heh. Oh how those times are past."

               "And then.. you saved me right?

               "Uh.. Yeah.. we saved you, but it's not over.. You see ZAC.. we're still being hunted down. Those bad men. Those people still want you and they still see you as a weapon. They still see you as a monster like Atomic Man.. " I looked down at my own green hands. "but I know who you are. I've seen the stuff you've been doing. Rescuing those poor kids last week. Leaving an impact on the sidewalk and knocking the bully unconscious?"

               "Wait you knew!? Oh no.. Please don't tell dad about this! Please!"

               "I won't. Listen. You did what you thought was right.."

               "He wouldn't stop making fun of that kid.. He would just keep punching him.. degrading him.."

               "I know..  I know how much it would frustrate us, but it always reminds me how much of a hero you really are. How much more of a hero you could be. " She leaned down and revealed a bag. She put a hand inside and brought out a small poster of Atomic Man's face seeming looking at the horizon with his serious look. "I brought you an early Snowdown gift. I thought you would like it. We can hang it above the bed."

               After the deed was done, I look at the hopeful Atomic Man gaze optimistically above me, hopeful for change. "Remember.. you may still be hunted down. People may still see you as a weapon, but I see a superhero. Me and your father will always see you as a super hero. Never forget that." she smiled before leaving. "Just.. make sure you clean up your messes. We don't want to leave tracks don't we?" I nod my head no. "Good. Good night ZAC. I love you."

               "I love you too Mom." The lights went off and I remember laying down on the bed thinking of what she said. I changed my position so I could get a good view of the poster and gazed at it all night, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

               I come back to my own room. So much has changed since I was gone. All of my metal sculptures were gone. Same goes to my bed and the furniture. I heard they condemned the whole neighborhood due to the "green goop monster" trying to fix all of the buildings he destroyed. Now everything was abandoned. It hurt to see the emptiness of the houses as their creaking and crying echoes through the canyon, but that just makes the place even better for me. I walk around the room and looked at where the Atomic Man poster used to be. I stretched my hand and feel where it once was. The poster was gone like everything else in my childhood. To think everything changed after 1 year. My grip of the wall tightens as I felt this hole inside me grow bigger and bigger. How everything felt so cold to me now. How it always feels like something is missing.

               I place the black bag of metal pipes down and begin making the toys for my delivery. I took one metal plate and began folding it with my large, heated hands. I can make people happy. I can be the hero that my parents saw, and maybe if I showed that to them..

               I finished the first of many toys and never stopped working, dreaming of the joy I’ll bring as I received long before.

#ic #ZAC #Drabble Arch #Drabble Arch: The Sewer King's Carol #This was long... took 3 hours #1773 words total #Also decided to put a link there

[princesandromeda]

ya lo sabías cuando dije

…que quiero estar para siempre aquí.

regalo para @reochu porque dijo que casi no hay trabajos de tmnt en español. como te dije en fb, estoy con tres retos y uno es de drabbles diarios, así que esto es lo único que te puedo ofrecer por el momento. Quería regalarte esto desde San Valentín, pero la flojera me pudo. inspirado en esta bella cosa.

Había algo que le daba la impresión de no estar del todo bien con la ventana.

Y tal vez era el hecho de que en la alcantarilla no había ventanas, o eso se diría segundos después de venturar más allá en ese pensamiento. Pero veía una pequeña rendija de luz y se preguntó por un segundo qué tanto daño cerebral le causaron los golpes de Destructor.

‪—Toctoc, desayuno a la cama para el intrépido líder. ‪—mira hacia su puerta, y Raph le mira con una sonrisa ladina, recargado en el marco de la puerta y con una bandeja entre manos. Quiso sentirse extrañado ante la anormal amabilidad de su hermano, pero ante el enorme dolor de cabeza que aún tenía prefirió no cuestionarlo demasiado. No quería pelear con nadie en ese momento, y menos contra uno de sus hermanos.

‪—Gracias, Raph. ‪—dijo mientras se hacía a un lado, invitándole de manera silenciosa a su hermano que se sentara con él. En momentos como este que la melancolía lo atacaba, la compañía de otro ser humano (o antropomórfico) era bastante bien apreciada por una parte de su alma—. ¿Cómo han estado? ‪—después de casi morir, se había recluído un poco en su habitación, meditando, e intentando sanar. Ahora que sus vendas no eran tan grandes, ni sus heridas tan profusas, sólo quedaba esperar a que las cicatrices fueran menos notorias y los traumas menos aterradores.

‪—Bastante bien, de hecho. Mickey se la pasa en el laboratorio de Donnie echando juerga, y nuestro genio local, por su parte, ya no tiene corazón para correrle. ‪—y Leo se regocijó en ese pequeño momento de paz.

‪— ¿Y sensei? ‪—Raph se encogió de hombros.

‪—No actúa más raro de lo normal; casi siempre está meditando, y preguntando si estás más cerca de mejorar.

Leo tragó saliva, no quería admitirlo, pero quería volver a aquellos días en los que pensaban que Destructor era pan comido. No estaba cerca de mejorar, pues cada noche podía ver a sus hermanos estando a milímetros de morir, podía escuchar la risa de Destructor y sus palabras crueles retumbando en sus oídos. El dolor, lo sentía en cada poro de su cuerpo, más ardiente que un día de verano y más latente que la fatiga después de un largo entrenamiento.

‪—No te sientas mal, intrépido. Todos sabemos de tus pesadillas. Sólo estamos preocupados.

Leo asintió, y tragó el nudo en su garganta al tiempo que trató de alcanzar algo del pan francés y el vaso con leche. Las rebanadas tenían corazones en el centro, y Leo sintió una leve sonrisa al pensar que Mickey las hizo con la intención de alegrarle.

‪—Debieron irse cuando pudieron, el pelear a mi lado era demasiado peligroso.

Raph sólo rio ante su comentario, tomó una de las rebanadas, y se recostó en la cama. Mordisqueó el pan mientras observaba el techo, y en su cabeza con bandana roja, una respuesta no-tan-sarcástica se estaba formando.

‪—Pense que el intrépido líder confiaba más en sus compañeros. ‪—se jactó, observó al mayor y se encogió de hombros—. Y pensé que ya lo sabías cuando dije que estaría para siempre aquí.

Ambos sabían que no se refería a las alcantarillas, pero era más cómodo no indagar demasiado en el cambio que había tenido su relación.

Porque no sólo les paralizaba de miedo las reacciones de su familia, sino el pensamiento de que otra batalla con alguien como Destructor los pudiera apartar para siempre.

‪—Incluso el intrépido puede tener miedo. ‪—Leonardo asintió, pero no dijo más hasta que Raphael se hubiera retirado de la habitación para lavar los trastos.

Al días siguiente volvería al entrenamiento, se prometió.

#save for later #implied reo #tmnt 2012 #post primera temporada #ya que es hasta donde he visto #:') #un poco de ooc #divergencia del canon #ooc #perdón #inspirado también en mis clases de ciencia de la salud #su comentario instrospectivo acerca de los adolescentes le dio vida a los delirios de leo

[viperanoxia]

Why should he be afraid? Poros were basically invulnerable little buggers. They were also basically powered by love. When she squeezes him, he snuggles and chitters happily. is friend! Well, poros did like to try and befriend others. And somehow here she was. Maybe it realized that it was cold, snakes didn't like cold, and thus he was here to help!

[ I am SO SORRY I forgot this was in here under my drabble prompts. ;n; ]

She hums thoughtfully, scritching at the little ball of fluff thoughtfully. It seemed rather happy to receive affection, however facetious. Intriguing, really; but at least her hands were warm. She squeezes again, curious. 

Was it wanting something? Who knew. 

[justporo]

Opening chests - A guide by Astarion Ancunín

As someone who's been merely seen as a body to use in the worst kind of ways, Astarion enjoys being needed for just about anything else.

You first noticed this when the rest of the party struggled to open a promising looking treasure chest which you all hoped would contain some direly needed riches - or at least something to make for a good dinner.

You were just about to step in and offer your expertise when Astarion made an entrance.

“By all the gods above and below! You bunch call yourself adventurers and can't even pick a simple lock such as this?” he exclaimed as he strode over with a swagger and a viciously teasing smirk. Gale moaned. He knew just like any of the others that Astarion was about to be insufferable when he put on a tone like this - more insufferable than usual that means.

“All these books and not a single one to be useful, just as always? Am I right - oh great Gale of Waterdeep?” the vampire barked back at the wizard's annoyed reaction.

Gale just pressed his mouth into a thin line, not willing to hand his pale companion more opportunities for snide remarks.

“I could always smash it with my axe,” Karlach chimed in and immediately grabbed for her martial weapon and took an enthusiastic step towards the chest.

Astarion threw out his arms to hold her off: “NO!” The tiefling just shrugged and casually hammered her weapon into the ground and leaned against it - an impressive show of her strength.

“My dear Karlach,” Astarion began “your uhm… enthusiasm is deeply appreciated.” (The sarcasm in his voice told another story. But Karlach still beamed at him) “But stuff like this is in need of a little more finesse,” the rogue finished and wiggled his long fingers.

You watched all of this as you crossed your arms over your chest. The lock really wasn't that big of a challenge. You could have probably done it in the middle of the night, with no light source and drunk out of your mind. But Astarion was keen to make a show of it seemed - and by now you were too interested to watch it play out as your less roguish companions watched.

Astarion produced his thieves tools out of his pocket with an artful flip and a wink he aimed specifically at you. You grinned at him. Despite his sometimes goofy or weird mannerisms and the cheesy lines he dropped on about everyone ( but especially on you), you couldn't helped but to be charmed by the vampire.

Astarion made to get to work.

“Now watch,” he exclaimed cheerfully “and take some notes,” he finished dryly with a pointed look at Gale who just threw his hands in the air at another unneeded jab towards him.

It was merely the blink of an eye and suddenly the lock made an very audible a click and fell to the dusty ground.

Astarion jumped up again almost as quickly as he had kneeled down in front of the chest. “Hah!” he exclaimed, twirled around to the party and made an obnoxiously gracious bow.

Karlach clapped, honestly impressed.

You just smirked.

Shadowheart rolled her eyes.

Gale immediately went to open the chest and- “It's empty,” he declared. “What a grand treasure you have revealed to us, oh great Astarion of Know-it-all,” the wizard spat. “It was all for nothing.”

The glance the vampire threw at Gale couldn't have been more sharp had he used his dagger on the wizard. “You all got a great learning opportunity. You should be grateful!” Astarion answered and pursed his lips

“Learned what exactly, Astarion? We could see nothing,” Wyll commented dryly, earning another dagger glance.

Astarion clicked his tongue and strode off as the others seemed to have lost interest in the damned chest now that it had proven worthless.

“Don't come to me again then, crying for help,” the vampire snarled as he walked off, shoulders slumped a little. There might have been just the tiniest tinge of hurt in his voice.

“No one asked him,” Gale muttered. But now he earned sharp looks from the others too.

“What?” the wizard asked offendedly looking around the others.

“Every once in a while even a Know-it-all like Astarion deserves a little praise,” you said as you looked after the vampire. “The next time he opens a lock up for you, you better give him a little pat on the back. We all should, actually,” you closed and then went to go after Astarion.

The others muttered in quiet agreement.

And in fact, from there on out, Astarion became the designated lock picker of the party. And you were happy every time you saw Astarion's ruby eyes sparkle a little with pride when you asked for his help.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #fanfiction #astarion x tav #baldur's gate iii #bg3 #baldurs gate #astarion x you #astarion x reader #drabble #poro drabbles

[justporo]

This Astarion hc has been a constant brain worm for me for DAYS: F!Tav always wears her hair down, but one day he comes back from hunting to find her wearing it up. I honestly just love the thought of the joke of how scandalized he would be knowing that everyone can so clearly see her neck as if she's walking around naked, but when confronted about it, all she can do is laugh at how damn adorable he is <3

Oh, this is a sweet little idea, I like it!

"Excuse me, darling, but what do you think you're doing?"

You shrieked a little and lifted your head up from your book. You were sitting comfortably in the little window alcove with a little lantern and a cup of tea.

Nothing had given away the arrival of your beloved vampire who had been out of the city to go hunting for a good, fresh meal. Something he occasionally allowed himself to indulge him. It just unfortunately meant he was away for quite a while to get far enough from the city to not raise any suspicion.

You were both still pretty much in that phase of your relationship where even a couple of minutes away from each other meant a loving (overly cheesy) and yearning (overly dramatic) reunion. Which was why you were, at second thought, surprised why he had greeted you like that.

A few slow blinks were exchanged between you and Astarion while you tried to wrap your head around what he could possibly mean and he stood in the doorframe of your living room with his arms crossed over his chest, an inquisitive critical look on his face.

"What?" you simply asked after the silence stretching out between you and your brain still falling short of providing an explanation - not that had never happened before with your whimsical partner.

Astarion let his head fall back and stretched out his arms helplessly while moaning dramatically.

"Your hair, love! Dear Gods, what will the people think!"

He rushed towards you while your face became the paradigm of utter confusion. What did he mean, hair? There was nothing different about your - oh!

Something in your mind had connected successfully. Meanwhile Astarion had reached you and sat down beside you while slightly shaking his head. You could smell the forest on him.

"Wait do you mean because I put it up? I just figured because it's long enough again, I..."

"Aren't you afraid that our neighbours will gossip if they see you walking around like this, my heart?" Astarion asked eyeing you all sceptically.

"But wh-"

"I thought I had exclusive rights to seeing your delicate neck all bared like that," Astarion continued with more head shaking.

You stared at him for a long second, noticing the corner of his mouth twitching suspiciously. Then you burst into laughter.

"But you already have exclusive rights to my neck, love," you replied, rubbing a tear from the corner of your eye as you had calmed down a little.

Astarion was smiling now - mischievously. His eyebrow twitched, his eyes sparked at you. And then he grabbed you and pulled you close, covering up your naked neck with his hands.

You gasped and your lips parted as your pulse immediately jumped into a gallop under the touch of his cool, smooth palms.

"Maybe, my dear, but I can't just let other people see you like this. Looking like a snack!" as he pulled you even closer and he his face was directly above yours.

This man, there was always hunger within him.

He leaned in until his lips almost touched your open ones quivering in anticipation. But then he quickly shifted, opened up his hands and softly let his teeth graze over your neck - right where your pulse was thundering.

"Maybe I still have room for some dessert."

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #fanfiction #bg3 spoilers #astarion x tav #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate #astarion x mc #astarion x oc #astarion x reader #astarion x you #bg3 #poro answers #poro drabbles

[justporo]

Guilty as charged

A/N: So I saw this post about pre-vampirism law school Astarion by @lavendarr00 today and immediately my brain conjured up this idea of having a sort of friends with benefits arrangement with law student Astarion (to both of your benefit ofc) and I couldn't stop dreaming... So have this quick drabble before I move onto other writing...

~~~

You were repeating the same question for the third time to Astarion.

He answered for the third time - and still got it wrong.

The elf rolled his eyes. “This is useless, I need a break,” he pouted and let his head fall back, leaning back onto his hands, careful not to knock over the stacks of books, rolls of parchment and scattered notes.

You just enjoyed the sight: how his chest heaved when he took another deep and dramatic breath in, how the muscles in his arms moved, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A sight to behold. But unfortunately looks were no characteristic that helped one to pass law school.

The two of you were sitting on the polished wooden floors of Astarion’s small but luxurious dorm room, studying for the bar exam - or some of you were.

This was the final challenge you had to pass, then you would finally be done with school.

“If we’re taking another break, we will never get through all of this,” you muttered and motioned towards all of the material surrounding you.

Astarion replied with a pained noise, head coming around again to watch you.

“Have mercy on me, my love,” he begged and threw one arm dramatically over his face.

“Astarion, tell me how you will pass the bar exam if you’re not at least trying to study,” you scolded him and watched as he gave you his best puppy eyes - the gold in them glinting.

“But I am trying,” he moaned and then sat back up again. His hands shot forward to grab your wrists still holding the book you had been reciting questions from.

“But we can’t all be as smart and scholarly as you, darling,” he murmured and dragged you towards you. “Or as beautiful. Or… distracting.”

As much as you tried to make a face at him for wanting to distract you, you failed. You lightly giggled as the beautiful elf pulled you onto his lap.

Sometimes you wondered if he had solely sought your friendship so you could help pull him through law school. Not that you minded. But then he really wouldn’t have needed to fall into bed with you - frequently. You would have helped him only because you liked him and enjoyed spending time with him. Not that you minded the time spent in his embrace at all as well.

Somewhere between you first arriving at Baldur’s Gate’s esteemed law institute where you had met Astarion - who always seemed to have a sharp quip or cheesy line on the tip of his tongue - and now, you somewhen had formed the habit of repeatedly falling into the elf’s arms and tangling in the sheets with him.

Neither of you had been seeking a strict commitment so this semi-exclusive companionship you indulged in was as much of a bond you both could work with.

How things would develop once you both left law school neither of you had addressed yet.

Maybe tomorrow you would bring it up. Maybe when you would have both passed the exam, celebrated with drinks and your friends and you would have undoubtedly found your way into his bed again.

But now, there were other things to focus on.

“How exactly is this going to help you study, Astarion?” you asked as his hands were wandering up your thighs and his gaze had fallen to where your chest peeked through the laces of your top. You couldn’t help but arch your back a little - make the sight a little more alluring to him.

He noticed and threw you a haughty glance and smirk, one eyebrow cocked teasingly.

“Oh, I don’t know if I’m being quite honest. But I want to test out a theory of mine,” he murmured as long, elegant fingers wandered up your body, immediately making it hard for you to focus on anything else.

“And what’s that theory?” you almost moaned in response and shifted your hips to get even closer to him. The movement bringing the delectable advantage of creating delicious friction for both of you.

“That you will stop bugging me about this damned exam once I have you naked beneath me,” he explained in a low, breathy voice as his fingers were already starting to unlace your shirt.

“Anything to get my clothes off I see,” you replied with a last rest of your wit before Astarion pressed his hot lips to yours and truly made you forget about really anything else. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you leaned into the kiss, drinking it all up desperately. Until the elf broke the kiss again, the gold specks in his blue eyes glinting mischievously.

“Guilty as charged, darling,” he murmured with the smirk you had gotten so used to and adored so much.

Then Astarion pushed you onto your back, knocking over books and scrolls. He immediately followed, lowering his body onto you, tangling your fingers with his before he pressed down your hands on each side of your head and showed you just how much of a convincing case he could make if he wanted to.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #fanfiction #astarion x tav #bg3 #baldur's gate iii #poro drabbles #astarion x you #astarion x reader #poro headcanons

[justporo]

Lace and Teeth

Have a small smutty drabble for smut Sunday! It's *tense* if I may say so myself.

He’s stalking towards you, the predator between your angled legs. Prowling closer he’s closing in on his target - crimson eyes glinting as are the pointed canines revealed by a mischievous grin baring his teeth.

You’ve fallen right into his trap.

But it’s a comfortable one. One you don’t mind being caught in.

And ever so surely he’s moving closer. Fangs directly over delicate lines of lace that stretch and hover over your skin, strung from the highest point of your hip bone.

The vampire leans in, tip of his tongue licking along the edge of the precarious piece of clothing you’ve put on specifically for him.

Astarion’s ruby eyes lock onto yours when he hooks one pointed tooth onto the sheer strap of fabric - the only thing still keeping him from his prize.

And then he drags on it, an almost animalistic growl rumbling in his throat. Nerves and lace are tensed to a maximum for a few long moments filled with nothing but frantic heartbeats and heavy panting.

And then it snaps.

You yelp and feel the delicious sting, bow to him in anticipation. And then immediately he’s onto you: the vampire devouring you whole.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #fanfiction #astarion x tav #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate #astarion x mc #astarion x oc #astarion x you #astarion x reader #bg3 #poro drabbles

[justporo]

Bookcases

A comment and a comment reblog inspired a thought (thank you!) - @kruczecycki and @notabot2.

Let me try and paint a picture for you that I feel like might represent Astarion as well as his aesthetic:

Astarion always had had a thing for, well - things. But of course they weren't just things. They were works of art, they were memories, they were opportunities, they were collectibles.

And one of his favourite kinds of things had always been: books. So once he'd had the opportunity, he'd gotten bookcases - up to the ceiling, filling a whole wall. And maybe even a whole room sometime. Because they filled up so quickly.

It wasn't a single genre dominating but rather an eclectic collection of everything that peaked the vanpire's interest. Poetry, history, novels of all kinds (and of course every Drizzt book he could find), journals, collections of letters, even encyclopaedias.

To the untrained eye, it might have been nothing but chaos because it followed no definite order. But it wasn't a mess at all. Astarion always knew where everything was. For every book, he could tell you where and when he'd gotten it and give you at least an outline of what it was about.

Every single volume was always handled with care, no matter if it looked (and probably was) centuries old or was brand new. But still every book was meant to be taken out, to be read and experienced, not only to be looked at in its neat place high up on the shelf.

Between and in front of the books, where the space would allow, there were more things. Little things, pretty things. Things that were aesthetic to look at or things that reminded him of pleasant memories. A small bronze statue, a mechanical clock under a glass cover ticking away, a small portrait painting of no one really, a framed old map of Baldur’s Gate, pressed exotic flowers. In some places you had added little somethings for him as well: a plant maybe and a small painting you had gotten painted of the two of you, a neatly lettered version of his favourite poem in a frame.

Whenever you looked at Astarion's bookcases you were immediately ensnared, very much similar to how it felt with the man himself: you didn't even know where to look first. It felt like you could never posssibly take in all the beauty at once.

There was just so much interesting and beautiful stuff, so many intricate details, so many various titles. You could've easily gotten lost in every single one of them. And that was what added so much to the beauty: on the surface, it was incredible to look at, but it was so much more! There was also so much depth and such a caleidoscope of different aspects, each asking to be explored and admired. Every single one of them worthy of your undivided, loving attention.

You liked watching Astarion add more things to his bookcases, as much as to himself: new treasures, different pages, fresh ideas. And then you also loved to listen to him talk about his latest additions and why they were so interesting to him.

Another thing you enjoyed to do was to just look at the huge collection. Tilting your head to read all the titles and softly letting your fingertips wander over the spines: old and new, cracked and broken, smooth and flat. Then sometimes you would slide one of the huge tomes or several smaller books out of their designated places - you knew you were always welcome to go explore. You liked to snuggle up with them on a nearby seat, getting lost in them for a while with your legs swung over the side of the chair. Maybe find your way into a new world or looking at a new perspective of your own.

But it was even better when you did that together with Astarion. Let him suggest several different possible books to possibly pick. Watch his face light up when he started to talk about them.

And then snuggling up together on the couch, getting cosy and letting Astarion read something to you. Maybe learning something new, find about something you hadn't known before or just enjoying an absolutely made up story - and always learning about and starting to love a new aspect of your vampire.

Tag list: @spacebarbarianweird @sunfire-ancunin @tragedybunny @dependsonthedream @tallymonster @magazzne @micropoe10 @aoirohi @my-bunny-prince @lumienyx @fayeriess

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #fanfiction #astarion x tav #baldur's gate iii #bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate #astarion x mc #astarion x oc #astarion x reader #drabble #yes this is also a metaphor for how I think your bookshelf reflects personality #its very on the nose I know #poro drabbles

[justporo]

Alright, many of you already said they wanted the smutty drabbles.

Mostly they've been written for a reocurring smut Sunday prompt happening on a Discord server.

This one was written as a Holiday special - but really smut is a gift the whole year round, isn't it?

Warnings: BDSM, Sub/Dom dynamics

Jingle of the Bell

Another hard thrust, another jingle of the bell. The vampire groaned, as he dragged on your hair; taking his sweet time, twisting the strands around his delicate fingers only to tug on them harder.

He enjoyed the feeling of being buried deep inside of you and your core clenching around him in desperate need. Truly a present how he had you bent over just the way it pleased him the most.

Withdrawing, then slamming back in - more tinkling.

Your back arched while your moan was being stifled by the red silk ribbon strung over your mouth. The same smooth material he’d used to tie you up - your wrists bound to the bedpost.

“You’re my beautiful little gift”, Astarion had whispered while he had tied you up.

And he had finished wrapping you up to his liking with a red satin choker around your throat - a single golden bell on it that kept announcing your slow unravelling with each of its rings.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #fanfiction #bg3 spoilers #astarion x tav #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate #astarion x mc #astarion x oc #astarion x you #astarion x reader #bg3 #poro drabbles

[justporo]

Giving up the sun for Astarion. You were fully prepared to do that and you don't regret it. Not losing him is way more important. And so you go willingly into the night with him.

But you're still a creature of the day and denying the very nature of your being will bring you to your limits at some point. If you're honest with yourself: some days you miss the sunlight, some days you crave it desperately, feeling how the self-imposed loss weighs heavy on your mind.. It gives you if only a fraction of understanding what it must be like for Astarion. And of course you would still have the option to experience it.

But you're determined to share Astarion's burden. You feel like this is the one thing you can do for him as long as you don't have a cure.

But Astarion sees how the loss of sunlight impacts you. Like a flower slowly wilting away - in front of his eyes. And while he appreciates your effort it pains him to see you like this. You're probably the only person in the world where he wouldn't want to see the same pain inflicted that he had to suffer for more than 200 years now. Others can rot, but you're different. You don't deserve that.

And so he suggests that you find ways to get your fair share of sun. It takes some convincing but you agree - and you agree to somehow make the best out of it, together.

So in a big window alcove you close half of the thick curtains and you sit there comfortably, practically bathing in the sunlight. An almost desperate moan leaving your lips when the first rays hit you - as if you were coming up for air as someone drowning who'd barely made it. Astarion is sitting at your feet in the safety of the shadows, observing all of this. Every tiny detail burning into his mind painfully: filling him with guilt for feeling he's responsible for putting you through this, filling him with jealousy because you get what he cannot have, filling him with just a tinge of regret because if only...

You stretch your hand out to him to where he sits safely to hold his. He grabs your hand and smiles at you but you see it doesn't reach his eyes.

And he hurts because he's so close and yet so far from the thing he craves so much. But at least he can enjoy his favourite person in this world blooming again in some bright rays of sunshine, right? He can live a bit through you, right?

The way you look with the golden light illuminating your beautiful smiling face rectifies some of the loss he's feeling. But it's merely a drop in the ocean.

But it's bittersweet for him - always showing him what he can never have again. As ethereal and breathtaking as you look basking in the daylight and as much as his love for you knows no bounds, ever growing... His chest will always clench like a hand grasping and squeezing his undead heart. And a tiny voice will always tell him that there would have been a way, if only...

It's like the blade piercing his heart has been removed, the wound able to close, slowly. But shreds, sharp ones, still remain - and they will forever sting: re-opening what had delicately formed again out of the void left behind when rattled too much. Never fully allowing the gashes to heal completely.

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