Astarion × Male reader
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"... Will it make you happy?"
Astarion blinked (up/down) at the other, his gaze captured in those innocent (e/c) orbs.
"Ascension. Will that... will it make you happy?"
His heart clenched as the (race) wrung his hands, fidgeting in place while the vampire could only stare. Something familiar and awful purred in recognition.
No, (Y/n)... don't ask that. Don't share your weakness with me. Not now.
But it was too late... and what a sweet, tender, soft weakness it was.
Astarion could see it in his eyes; the twitch of his lips and the knit of his brow. (Y/n) was blind with love... he'd give Astarion the world if it would make him happy.
Astarion was blind, too. Blind with the prospect of sheer power.
"Yes, (Y/n)."
His smirk was all but innocent.
"It would."
The (race) closed his eyes. When they opened, he gave Astarion such a loving smile.
Then he could see the scar on his back as if he were looking at it himself.
"Ok. I'll help you."
Something deep inside of Astarion shuddered in disgust. He was using (Y/n)... just like the first time. What was wrong with him?
Even so, he carved the runes into Cazador's back. He savored the screams, and he put Cazador in the proper place.
Astarion laughed as the ritual began, feeling the power surge into him.
The others looked uncertain.
"No, Astarion! Stop this!"
The vampire glared at Shadowheart, an aggressive bite to his glowing eyes.
"Don't you dare interfere."
Shadowheart then turned to look at (Y/n), desperation in her eyes. The (race) closed his own, allowing the ritual to continue while holding back the urge to vomit.
It was grotesque... but he'd do anything to make Astarion happy.
Then the ritual was over. Oh, and how happy Astarion looked; how he sounded. (Y/n) tried to smile for him.
The others were visibly upset while (Y/n) pulled Astarion into a hug. The vampire smirked at them from over (Y/n)'s shoulder, stroking the back of (Y/n)'s head and squeezing the (race) tighter.
A sick, twisted part of his mind was filled with joy at their anger. It made him feel like (Y/n) would never leave him. Who would he turn to, after all?
None of their companions would want him now. The only person who would ever take him; who would still want him after this, is Astarion.
Oh, yes. The ritual had indeed made him happy... just not quite in the way either of them had thought it would.
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