Just one bite Astarion x reader

I'd rather be the only dark power in your body, if it's all the same to you

As the night deepened, a haunting chill swept through the camp. Gale's eyes widened as he closed his book abruptly, sensing an ominous presence. Shadowheart's contemplative expression turned wary, her hand instinctively reaching for her mace. Lae'zel's sharpening movements stilled, her keen senses detecting an unnatural silence that befell the surroundings.Astarion straightened up, his usual smirk vanishing, replaced by a tense alertness. "Seems like we've got company," he murmured, hand sliding to his rapier.Before anyone could react, the ground quivered, and a low, guttural moan echoed from the shadows. Shadowcursed figures emerged, ghastly and shrouded in a thick, suffocating darkness. Their eyes glowed an eerie purple, their limbs contorted in unnatural angles as they shambled toward the campsite.

"We've got undead incoming!" Lae'zel's voice cut through the air, her blade flashing as she sprang into action, meeting the first wave of shadowcursed creatures head-on.

Gale's hands crackled with arcane energy, casting protective wards around the camp, while Shadowheart chanted fervently, invoking divine blessings to repel the encroaching darkness.Astarion danced among the shadows, striking swiftly and retreating, utilizing his vampiric abilities to disorient the shadowcursed beings.

The battle raged on, the campsite illuminated by bursts of arcane and divine energies, clashes of steel against shadow, and the occasional flash of fangs. But the relentless onslaught of the shadowcursed was unyielding, their numbers seemingly endless.

"We need to regroup! Fall back to back!" I shouted, rallying the companions closer together to defend against the encircling foes. Despite our efforts, the relentless assault of the shadowcursed tested our strength and resolve. But in the heart of the chaos, a glimmer of determination shone through each of us. With every strike, incantation, and maneuver, we fought not just for survival but for each other—a united front against the encroaching darkness.As the first light of dawn began to streak the horizon, the last of the shadowcursed fell, dissipating into the night. Exhausted but victorious, we stood amidst the remnants of the camp, bruised and wounded but alive.

"Seems our journey just got a lot more perilous," Astarion quipped, wiping blood from his brow.

"We faced worse odds and prevailed," Lae'zel boasted, though a hint of respect gleamed in her eyes for the comrades who fought alongside her. Gale nodded solemnly, his gaze lingering on the horizon. 

"We'll need to be more vigilant. It appears darker forces are at play than we anticipated." Shadowheart glanced at me, her expression softening briefly amidst the remnants of battle. 

"We're in this together, now more than ever."

With a shared nod of agreement, we began to salvage what we could from the camp, knowing that the encounter with the shadowcursed undead was only the beginning of a far more perilous journey ahead.

The chaos of the battle had subsided, leaving us amidst the aftermath, tending to our wounds and salvaging what remained of our campsite. Astarion and I found a quiet moment amid the debris, away from the others. He flashed a wry smile, though concern lingered in his gaze as he observed my injuries.

 "Seems you handled yourself admirably back there. I must say, your combat prowess continues to impress." I chuckled softly, wincing slightly as I adjusted a bandage. 

"Coming from someone with your finesse, that's a compliment indeed."

"Ah, well, it takes one to know one," he teased, but his tone shifted, a note of sincerity slipping through. "You know, seeing you fight, it reaffirms my belief that you're more than capable out here. Sometimes worry grips me, but then I watch you in battle, and I'm reminded you can handle yourself." I met his gaze, a mix of gratitude and affection reflecting in my eyes.

"You're not so bad yourself, you know. You dance through danger like it's a courtly affair." He chuckled, a warmth touching his gaze. 

"I suppose we're quite the pair, aren't we? Survivors in this chaotic dance."

"It's only been a short time since we met, especially compared to your age , yet it feels like much longer," I mused, a smile tugging at my lips. "Perhaps because the moments have been... intense."

"Intense is an understatement, my dear," Astarion replied, a hint of mischief in his voice. "But I must say, I've quite enjoyed every moment of our escapades."

A comfortable silence settled between us as we worked, each lost in our thoughts yet finding solace in each other's presence. It was a silent understanding that words didn't always need to fill the spaces between us. As we finished salvaging what we could, Astarion placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch reassuring.

"We've both weathered worse storms. I have faith we'll get through whatever comes our way."

"I thought you said you weren't going to become a selunite." Astarion said chuckling

"I should have clarified, faith in us, not a god." 

With a shared smile, we rejoined the group, ready to face the unknown journey that lay ahead, strengthened by the bond that had grown between us.