Just one bite Astarion x reader

It might remind me of some many pathetic years

Thank you to the one who kindly explained Astarion's backstory in the comments today, always nice to see. I fear replying to comments so thank you for doing it for me. I, as always will watch over my comments and be entertained like an omnipotent god lol. Anyways enjoy todays chapter!

The night was eerie, the usual symphony of subtle whispers and echoes amplified into a haunting chorus. Our camp, nestled amidst the darkness, offered a fragile sense of sanctuary, yet an ominous weight lingered in the air.

As the others drifted into slumber, a presence breached the shadows. I sensed it before I saw the figure, a familiarity tinged with dread that wrapped around me like a suffocating shroud. It was a man cloaked in an ethereal mist, his form shrouded in darkness even in the faint glow of our campfire.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I recognized the eerie aura emanating from this visitor. It was the unmistakable mark of those who once held me captive—the nobles who enslaved me, a part of my agonizing past.

"Astarion," I whispered, nudging him gently to awaken him, the urgency of the moment seeping into my voice.

He stirred, blinking awake and immediately registering the tension in my posture. "What's wrong?" he murmured, alertness flashing in his eyes as he took in the intruder's appearance.

"This... this man represents my past. Those who've tormented me," I murmured, my voice quivering with a mix of fear and anger.

The visitor stepped forward, his face partially obscured by the gloom, yet his voice echoed with a chilling familiarity. "Y/N," he called out, the syllables dripping with an eerie serenity.

Astarion shifted closer to me, a silent yet firm support that grounded me amidst the rising turmoil within. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice layered with a quiet menace.

The visitor's gaze bore into mine, his eyes glinting with a mix of calculated curiosity and something darker. "Y/N, you've evaded us for far too long. The time has come for you to return. Your talents are needed, and we have means to ensure compliance." I could feel my heart hammering in my chest, memories of captivity and torment clawing their way back to the forefront of my mind. 

"I won't go back," I muttered through clenched teeth, my aura flickering with an untamed intensity. Astarion placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, his grip steady yet comforting. 

"She's not going anywhere with you," he declared, his voice carrying an unmistakable edge. The visitor's expression remained eerily serene, unperturbed by our defiance. 

"You misunderstand. This is not a request. It's a warning—a chance to return home quietly, or face the consequences. Your gifts belong to us, and they always will."

My mind raced, memories of the past resurfacing like a relentless tide. The fear I thought I'd buried deep resurfaced, clawing at the edges of my resolve.

But alongside that fear surged a newfound strength, bolstered by the unwavering support of Astarion, the trust we had forged, and the promise we'd made to stand by each other. I stood tall, meeting the visitor's chilling gaze with a newfound determination. 

"I won't be your puppet any longer. I've tasted freedom, lived as a person, not a weapon," I declared, my voice trembling but resolute. "I won't return to the chains of your control."

Astarion's presence beside me felt like an unspoken vow, a silent assurance that he wouldn't let them take me, that he'd stand by my side against whatever threat loomed in the darkness.

The visitor regarded us with an inscrutable gaze for a moment longer before dissipating into the shadows, leaving behind an unsettling aura that lingered like a sinister echo.

The eerie warning lingered in the air, sending a shiver down my spine, but I pushed aside the fear, embracing the resolve that welled up within me. Astarion stood at my side, his presence lending me an unspoken strength.

Before I could ready myself for whatever was to come, the shadows erupted, materializing into the figure of the visitor—a harbinger of my torment, a remnant of the past I had fought so hard to escape.

Astarion lunged first, his dagger gleaming in the dim light as he struck at the visitor, aiming for the heart. The visitor seemed to anticipate the attack, dodging effortlessly, his form melting into the darkness before reappearing behind Astarion, aiming a swift, retaliatory strike.

I summoned my aura, a burst of vibrant energy that crackled around me, casting an ethereal glow. With a determined fury, I channeled it into a controlled surge, aiming a barrage of elemental force at the visitor.

The campsite erupted into chaos as the other members of our party were roused from their slumber by the commotion. Shadowheart, Gale, and Lae'zel sprang to action, their eyes widening in alarm at the unfolding confrontation.

Shadowheart invoked her divine powers, calling upon the blessings of her deity to shield us from the visitor's malevolent energy, while Gale channeled arcane forces, casting a barrage of protective wards around the camp.

Lae'zel, ever the warrior, charged into the fray, her blade glinting in the flickering light as she clashed against the visitor, her movements swift and precise.

The battle raged on, the clash of steel, bursts of magical energy, and the ominous aura of the visitor painting a chaotic tapestry amidst the dark canvas of the night. Despite the odds stacked against us, a unity blossomed among our group—a shared determination to protect each other, to stand against the specter of my past and emerge 

victorious.

Astarion danced among the shadows, his movements fluid and lethal, striking with calculated precision. With every swing of his  dagger, he aimed for the visitor's vulnerabilities, testing his opponent's defenses.

I channeled the raw power of my aura, summoning elemental forces that crackled and surged, seeking out the visitor amidst the chaotic fray, aiming to disrupt his control over the shadows that cloaked him.

Together, our group fought as a well-coordinated unit, each member contributing their unique abilities and strengths to counter the visitor's relentless onslaught.

As the battle raged on, a sense of determination coursed through us, a collective resolve to emerge victorious against the threat that sought to unravel the fragile sanctuary we had carved out in the depths.

With each strike, each incantation, and each display of unwavering courage, we slowly gained ground, pushing back against the visitor's malevolent presence.

The visitor, realizing the growing strength of our united front, began to falter, his once-confident demeanor giving way to a palpable unease.

Amidst the chaos, a surge of combined energies erupted—a harmonized assault that overwhelmed the visitor's defenses, casting him back into the shadows from whence he came.

As the echoes of the battle subsided, the campsite fell into a tense calm, the ominous presence dissipating into the darkness. We stood amidst the remnants of the confrontation, bruised and breathless but victorious.

A sense of solidarity lingered among us, a silent understanding of the bond forged in the heat of battle—a bond that transcended the horrors of the past and held the promise of resilience against whatever trials awaited us in the unforgiving expanse of the shadowcured lands.