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Show Me Love

Christian Yu/Mito x Y/N - drabble - 765 WC

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Warnings: mention of self harm, self harm scars, brief nudity, slightly steamy but not really NSFW

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You pulled Christian towards the bed, your lips never leaving each other. He chuckled softly when his knees hit the edge and he fell back, you still in his arms. You had started dating in autumn, and now it was New Year’s Eve. Every minute of it had been spectacular, especially the current moment. You and Christian had yet to be intimate, neither of you moving past certain points with one another. But today felt different. If he wanted to, you weren’t going to stop him. You wanted him in some primal way. And in some chaste Victorian way. You felt his hands slip slightly under your shirt, just enough to pull you to him by your hips. You straddled him before kissing him again. You discarded your shirt and Christian stared at your naked chest.

“So pretty…” he whispered before kissing over your chest lazily.

You giggled when his hair tickled you, leaning back. You tugged Christian’s hoodie off before reaching a hand inside his shirt. You felt his muscles ripple under your fingers. You started to tug on the end of his shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off him. You felt him tense beneath you before you noticed the shift in his eyes.

“Don’t,” he whispered, “Please don’t.” his voice was gruff, coming out almost like a growl. The growl of a cornered animal; a scared one.

You sat back, his hands held you on his lap. His head hung low after what he said, eyes avoiding yours.

“Mito what’s wrong?” you tilted his head up. “Do you not want to have sex?”

He let out a short watery laugh. “Of course we want to… but I can’t.”

“And why’s that?” you asked gently as you pulled his discarded hoodie on to cover yourself.

You both sat in silence for a moment, you gently played with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck while you waited for his answer. He leaned back and took his shirt off. Even in the dim light you could see the scars on his chest and arms.

“These.” he said, his eyes meeting yours. Searching for shock, horror, rejection, anything. Yet all he saw was compassion, love. You had only ever seen him with sleeves and now you knew why. You moved off of him quickly, discarding your pants to show him your thighs. Scars littered them, some small, some big. His eyes widened as you climbed back on to his lap.

“Do you like me any less because of these?” you asked him, cradling his cheek.

His head shot up, “Of course not!” he said as his hands rubbed themselves over your thighs gingerly, keeping you close.

“Then why would I like you any less for yours?” you asked him. You could see he was trying to find something, something deprecating to keep himself from this, from total compassion and acceptance. But he couldn’t find it.

“I still do it sometimes…” he whispered, worried if you ever found a fresh cut on him you would leave.

“So do I.” you said gently as your own fingers traced over your scars.

The looks you gave each other were of total empathy, understanding. “The world is cruel, in turn, we are often cruel to ourselves.” you said before kissing his cheeks. “But we have one another to lean on. I’m not asking you to stop, that is an unreasonable expectation. I am, however, asking that if it gets to that point you’ll try to talk to me first? I notice I don’t hurt myself as quickly if I have a period of time with another person present, maybe that’ll work for you too?”

Mito nodded quickly, “I promise.” he smiled softly. Nobody had ever shown such delicacy or care. He, Christian, and Mr. Insanity felt it blooming inside them like the day they all met you; love. They all loved you, now they could show you in every way.

“Want to go watch tv or something?” you asked, ready to get off him.

His lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking harsh marks into the supple flesh. You let out a small moan when his teeth nipped at you. “Do you want to watch tv?” he asked as his hands roamed your body before slipping his hoodie off your shoulders, exposing your chest to him once again.

“I want you, in any way you’ll have me.” you choked out as he peppered kisses over you.

“Then have me.” he whispered before putting your hands on him, giving you permission to feel him.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! Sorry this took so long to get out, work is always draining as fuck. But! I am getting a lot of requests for Christian/Mito so be on the lookout for those! Thanks for all the likes and comments, they motivate me a ton! XOXOXOXOXOXO

#dpr ian x reader #dpr ian #dpr live #christian yu #mito #writing

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 2 hours

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Hey, can you write a Christian/Mito fic talking about his self-harm? He has a lot of scars on his arms and it would be nice to just comfort him and help him with it. Thank you!

Posting now! :)

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YES FUCK IT I AM IN LOVE WITH MIZU AND SHE IS IN LOVE WITH ME

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some loser: humans are innately selfish creatures

my psych book:

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worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean

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Schitts Creek 3.01: “Opening Night"

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her strap game is insane i js know

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worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.

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Horniness is not intrinsically less pure than any other human motivation

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 8 days

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Father

Christian Yu/Mito x Y/N - drabble - 880 WC

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Warnings: none lol this is pure fluff, pregnancy

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You laid on the couch watching your stomach move. Your little one growing inside you was getting increasingly more active and you loved watching them move around. You heard the front door open and close and the rustling of plastic bags.

“Love?” Christian called out to you.

You raised your hand and waved so he could see you, “Here!” you said.

He walked over, smiling at you when he saw you. “I got the goods!” he beamed at you as he sat down, unpacking the food he brought home.

“Yesssss…” you cheered as you saw the ramen he brought home. You had been craving it all morning so he slipped out between working on his new music to grab it for you both. You tried to sit up, rocking slightly before plopping back down and reaching your hands towards Christian. “Help.” you said as you made grabby hands at him.

He chuckled, setting the utensils down on the table and helping you sit up. He kissed your cheek, “How are they?” he asked as his large hand gently ghosted over your exposed stomach.

“Active,” you chuckled. “I feel like I’m growing an alien now that I can see them moving around.”

Christian laughed as he handed you your bowl of ramen, you rested the warm bowl on top of your bump as you started eating. Christian smiled at you, he loved how you glowed. Happy and filled with the life you created out of love. You both decided to not know the gender until they were born but whatever they were he loved them to death already.

You moaned at the taste of the ramen, the warm broth hitting your stomach making the baby kick repeatedly. You snatched Christian’s hand, holding it to your belly. He loved feeling them move around. “That’s definitely my child, little ramen lover.” he chuckled. You kissed his knuckles before letting him go so you could both eat. You turned on the TV, flipping on a random movie. You both ate in a comfortable silence; once you finished you stretched your arms above your head, letting out a yawn. You rubbed your eyes before cuddling up to Christian, resting your head on his chest. He played with your locks, lulling you to sleep. He smiled down at you when he heard your soft snores.

You grunted when the baby gave you a particularly hard kick, so hard Christian could see it through your shirt. “Hey, you be nice!” he whispered to your belly. He shifted softly, picking you up and carrying you to your shared bed. He laid you down, positioning your pregnancy pillow just the way you liked and putting a pillow under your feet so your swollen ankles could rest before he pulled the covers over you. He kissed your forehead before quietly shutting the door and going back to the living room and tidying up. He made his way to his home studio to finish what he had started that morning.

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You woke up due to a wave of nausea. You groaned, laying still and waiting for it to pass. After a moment it did, you pushed yourself up to look for Christian. The sun was setting, you must have slept the rest of the day away. You shuffled around the apartment, checking each room for him. Finally, you found him sitting on the balcony, watching the sunset slowly dip behind the cityline.

You slid the glass door open, “Hey baby.” you softly said to him.

He looked at you, a certain sadness in his eyes that you recognized immediately. “Hello.” Mito replied.

You slowly made your way to sit with him, he helped you down with a protective and strong arm wrapping around you to ensure you made it to the ground gently. He kept his arms around you, drawing you into his chest. You kept your head tilted up, looking at him. “What troubles you my love?”

He let out a long sigh, as if he had been holding it in for ages. “I’m just… what if…” he stumbled.

You kept your eyes on him, encouraging him to continue.

“What if I’m not a good father…” he whispered, finally connecting his eyes with yours.

Your eyes widened slightly before you sat up a bit in his embrace. You moved his hand to your stomach, he instantly rubbed over it gently. “We made them. We made them out of love. How could you be anything less than perfect for that?”

His lips twitched upwards for a split second, “What if they don’t like me?” he asked.

“Of course they will love you. I do. Think of how well you have taken care of them this whole time and they aren’t even here yet!” You smiled at him with every bit of sincerity you could possibly have. “Mito, they will love you, you’re going to be a wonderful father. It’s you and me honey, we can do anything together.” You kissed him slowly putting all your passion for him into the kiss. He cradled your face, kissing you back.

“I love you. Both of you.” he said, leaning his forehead against yours.

“And we love you.” you pecked his lips again.

You both watched the sunset and the stars begin to shine.

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Naboo's Note:

Hey! This was based off a request so I hope everyone likes it :) thank you for reading, comments motivate me ton. XOXOXOXO!!!!!

#dpr ian #christian yu #mito #fanfic writing #dpr live #dpr ian x reader

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hey! i wasn’t sure where i could submit a request, so i hope here is okay(: but your writing is so good. i was hoping you wouldn’t mind writing an imagine about christian/mito? if you choose to, could it be about Christian and mito, and their s/o is 6-7 months pregnant. and just kinda like christian/mito would be like and what they would do with the s/o and just like a cute little fluff… lol i hope this makes sense- have a good day/night! ((:

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 9 days

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Hurtful Word

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 650 WC

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Warnings: Astarion being a jackass for a hot second, fluff, hurt/comfort

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You limped over to Karlach, your whole being feeling drained. Healing everyone enough to get back to camp was taking its toll on your weary body. You gently pulled the arrow out of her calf before covering the wound with your hands. A soft blue glow emanated from them, closing her wound up enough until it was superficial. You slumped over, all power being drained from you until you could rest. You sighed heavily, running your hand over your sweaty brow.

“Can you heal Astarion?” Karlach said as she tested her weight on her leg. She pointed to him, he was across the way with a gash in his shoulder. He held himself, glove soaked in blood. You put your weary hands over the cut but your magic waned. Utterly exhausted, your body couldn’t muster it. You sighed.

“Fucking useless…” he muttered under his breath but you still caught it. Your body froze, as did his. You looked at him, tears starting to form in your eyes.

“Y/N… wait…” he said as you got up and started to walk towards the sigil back to camp. He tried to follow you but his shoulder was barely hanging on, he needed serious healing. You threw an angry yet hurt expression his way, stopping right before the sigil. “I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry… I’m just… utterly defeated. That’s no excuse my darling. I apologize.” he said sincerely reaching for your hand softly.

You took his hand, “I accept your apology.” you sniffled. “Take that tone with me again though and I swear to the gods…” you trailed off, Astarion chuckled as he caressed your face.

You lead him through the sigil, he swung your hands back and forth playfully. When you made it to your tent you took his armor off as gently as you could before having him drink a potion of superior healing. You cursed yourself for forgetting it and not bringing it to battle. You watched as Astarion’s wound closed slowly, the muscles and skin regrowing leaving behind nothing but a small scratch. You passed him a damp cloth to wipe the excess blood away while you riffled through your belongings for a clean shirt. You passed him a black night shirt you had for him. He slipped it on, both of you working in a comfortable silence. When you were both clean and finished you leaned against the pole holding your tent up, tilting your head back and closing your eyes. You felt Astarion move next to you, he kissed your shoulder before sighing.

‘What is it Star?” you asked, eyes fluttering open to look at him.

“I’m so sorry for what I said earlier.” he said.

You saw the wrinkles of guilt on his forehead and the disappointed look in his eyes. “Honey, it's done with. You apologized, I forgave you. That's the end of it.” You kissed his cheek, tilting his head up to look at him and see the sincerity in your words.

He closed his eyes, bringing your hand to his cheek so you were cradling it. He kissed your palm. You knew forgiveness was something he wasn’t familiar with, quite the opposite. He felt so guilty for snapping at you, somebody who had only shown him kindness and patience. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” he asked.

You caressed his cheek with your thumb, “Nope, no need. You are perfect darling.” you kissed the tip of his nose.

He smiled softly at your never ending sweetness. “I love you.” he said as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, kissing you once before resting there.

You giggled quietly, his white curls tickling your skin. “I love you.” you responded, kissing his forehead before resting your head on his. You drifted off to sleep after a short while, your aching body needing the reprieve.

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Naboo's Note:

Hey all! Sorry this one is a little short, I notice I always try to make my fics 1K+ but that can make it hard for me to post fics when I lack the motivation to write that much so I will try to post more but they might not all be super long. I hope that's ok? IDK let me know what ya'll feel/think about this. Anyways - I hope you guys like this one! Thanks for all the love, I look forward to the comments they motivate me so much! XOXOXOXOXOX!!!!!!!!

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Can’t

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 883 WC

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Warnings: talking about sex, brief mention of intimacy, embarrassment, inability to orgasm, sweet Astarion, our understanding and loving boy

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Astarion had been between your legs for ages. You felt frustrated your body wouldn’t cooperate with you. The first time you were having sex and your body felt good but that was all. No build up, just good. You felt so disappointed in yourself. Sex had never brought you much pleasure, it was just something that never equated to what you had been told about. The heat. The passion. The carnal, primal need to fuck. You enjoyed sex, but you had never been able to climax from it. It’s why you avoided it so much, you hated disappointing your partner when they weren’t able to get you off. The look on their face was almost always insulted or annoyed. It’s why you had turned Astarion down at the tiefling party. And again in the Underdark. And now here you were, resting after defeating Kethric, ready to go to Baldur’s Gate tomorrow. Astarion had made it well known he liked you. Maybe he even loved you. So you thought you’d try, maybe this time would be different. But as you laid there you began to feel disgusted with yourself and your uncooperative body. You pushed Astarion away from your heat with your foot as you sat up. You pulled a large shirt over yourself, covering everything in a black cloth that swallowed you into a void. You crossed your arms over your chest, putting your defenses up.

Astarion’s face scrunched up, confused. “What… what happened? What’s wrong?” His eyes were worried as they raked over you.

You sniffled before you coughed as you wiped your eyes quickly. “I just… um, can we stop?”

Astarion put his clothes back on, “Of course.” He said. He stayed where he was, not wanting to invade your space.

Your mind was splitting, everything yelling at you to get rid of him and that this was a huge mistake. “This… we never should have done this.” You whispered, mostly to yourself.

Astarion’s face dropped, “I can do other things darling, you merely got a taste of what I can do. If there’s one thing I know for certain it’s that I’m an excellent lover.” He smirked, trying to get you to look at him or smile.

“I…” you said before your voice wobbled, watery and holding back a flood of tears, “can’t.”

“Can’t?” He said with confusion all over him, “Can’t what?”

“I can’t do this… I’m sorry.” You said, gesturing between the two of you.

“Can’t have sex or can’t be with me?” He asked bluntly, fear bubbling up inside of him.

“One in the same, aren’t they?” You scoffed slightly.

“No.” He said with every bit of confidence.

“Of course I want to be with you…” you said, reaching out a hand for him.

He took it immediately, scooting closer to you before he kissed your knuckles. “But you don’t want to have sex?” He asked, looking up into your glassy eyes.

You avoided his gaze, having never disclosed your little issue. “I… I don’t know… maybe?”

“Pet, if it’s not an enthusiastic yes then it’s a no. Plain and simple.” He said.

“It’s not that I don’t want to… I just… I um…” you felt your cheeks heating up by the second. You closed your eyes and took a breath, “I can’t… climax during sex. I’ve never been able to.” You said quietly, “Don’t get me wrong, you were lovely and I am wildly attracted to you, body and soul… but my body… it just… I don’t know.” You hung your head, holding your face in your hands.

Astarion took your hands from your face gently. “My sweet, that’s ok. It doesn’t make me want you any less. This is good information to have. Thought I had lost my touch for a moment.” He said with a smile.

You chuckled, he always knew how to brighten your spirits. Even if only for a moment, he always managed it. “I’m really sorry, I know it’s disappointing and frustrating…” you sighed.

“Don’t do that. Don’t apologize, this is just how your body is. I can still love you. And maybe we can try things out, see what you do and don’t like. Or you can show me how you get yourself off? I’m getting ahead of myself. Bottom line - nothing is wrong with you, don’t be sorry, and know that I still want you more than anything.” He smiled at you, a genuine, toothy grin.

You nodded, caressing his cheek as you pulled him into sweet kisses. “Thank you.”

“Would you like to do something else? Anything you want, the night is young.” He said.

It definitely wasn’t, it was deep into the night but to him I guess one could call it early? “Can we cuddle? And maybe have some tea?” You twiddled your thumbs, not wanting to sound stupid.

“That sounds lovely.” He smiled as he got up and got the tea ready.

You both sipped at your cups while snuggled up together. You blew out all the candles when you were done drinking. Astarion saw your eyelids growing heavy, he felt your heart slowing down. He cast dancing lights, knowing you liked watching the hypnotic lights before sleeping. He massaged your scalp at the base of your neck while muttering phrases of adoration to you.

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Naboo’s Note:

Hey! A quick little one shot for ya. Idk if anyone else struggles with this kinda issue but I def do (TMI? Sorry 😅) so I thought maybe this would be interesting to write given Astarion’s intimacy issues and having a reader with different kinds of issues. Anyways, love yall and will post again soon! XOXOXOXOXOXO

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Aeterna Amantes

Astarion x Y/N - Chapter 5 - 1.4K WC

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Warnings: mention of thinking of sex, implied blood drinking, Astarion and reader slowly falling in love, sappy af, TENSION LIKE A MF, like talk about slow and painful, yikes, pray for me y'all because its gonna get filthy next time , slightly steamy here in a victorian love kinda way

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They had never left you alone at camp for this long. You started the campfire by yourself, played with the Owlbear and Scratch until you grew tired. The sun had been down for so long and you couldn’t help but worry. You had no way to know where they had gone, Moonrise Towers was the objective for days but the new environment of The Shadow Cursed Lands was difficult to map out. You paced around camp, trying to find things to do. Practicing your writing and reading the dictionary had proven mind numbing enough that you didn’t hear the metal clinking as your companions rushed back to camp. You only realized they were back when you heard them yelling and shuffling into Shadowheart’s tent. You could see Gale and her attempting spells but fizzling out as they were so exhausted they couldn’t muster the magic. That’s when you saw it. His white curls, spattered with blood. His eyes rolled back, he was unmoving. You sprinted to Astarion, tripping over yourself in the process. Your knees were bleeding but you didn’t care, you just needed to get to him.

“What’s wrong with him?” you asked, hands shaking as you were afraid touching him would somehow worsen his condition.

“Drow poison.” Karlach said as she doused his many cuts with antidote.

You moved close to him, holding his head still. You could see his eyelashes flutter every so often but he was growing paler by the second which was concerning given his already undead state. “Wake up.” you said as you shook him slightly.

Nothing.

“Wake up!” you yelled as you felt tears brim in your eyes.

Nothing.

The others stopped, completely spent from whatever had gone on that day. They all watched you with sadness growing on their faces, knowing how you had attached yourself to the pale elf.

“Y/N… there’s nothing we can do… we just need to wait for whenever Withers shows up.” Gale said gently, trying to pull you out of the gloomy tent with the others.

You snatched your arms back, “No!” you yelled, walking back to Astarion. Your eyes were glowing the color of freshly forged steel, a blazing shade of orange.

Gale shook his head, walking away. This would be your first encounter with death, maybe that was something you needed to experience alone.

You thumbed over Astarion’s cold face. You wanted him back. No - you needed him back. Your heart felt as if it was vibrating due to the sheer emotion of the situation. Its glow was illuminating the whole tent.

“Wake up!” you cried softly, “Please?”

To no avail, he remained unmoving. Golden tears streamed down your cheeks as you moved closer to his face. “I’ll find a way to bring you back, I promise.” you swore to him before swiftly crashing your lips onto his. Your lips stung as if a zap of lightning had hit you mid-kiss. You pulled away quickly. Astarion shot up, he sucked in a deep breath before coughing. You backed up, fingers flitting to your lips to smooth over them.

Astarion looked around in shock, “What happened?” he said curiously.

He was back, really back. Your tears picked up again, glittering as they cascaded down your cheeks. You pulled him into a hug, nestling your face into the crook of his neck. “You died.” you mumbled.

Astarion’s instincts took over as he hugged you back tightly. He pet your hair to soothe you, shushing you as you gasped out little whines and hiccups. He held your face gently, “Hey… hey… you know I wouldn’t leave you all by your lonesome.” he whispered as his thumbs smoothed your tears away.

You nodded quickly before noticing his lips were slightly glowing. You reached out, softly swiping at them. The shimmer spread over him like wildfire. The glow was barely perceivable but you noticed it before it dissipated settling in his very bones.

“What was that?” he asked, looking himself over to see what had just happened.

“I don’t know.” you whispered.

“How did I come back?” he asked, looking around the tent, trying to find scrolls or potions.

“I… Everyone left… You… I… I didn’t want to leave you. I told you I’d find a way to bring you back… and then I…” you gulped as the last of the sentence tumbled from your lips.

“Then I…?” Astarion said with a tinge of confusion in his voice.

“I kissed you… to seal the promise…” you couldn’t look at him as you said any of this, embarrassment flooding into you.

“Your magic…” he whispered to himself, “Your heart brought me back.” he said with confidence.

You looked down to the glowing infernal contraption. “Arcane magic.” he said as he placed his hand over your heart.

“What does that mean?” you mumbled, feeling your chest grow hot due to his hand resting there.

“It… ummm… you can, well…” how does one describe arcane magic, he thought to himself. “You can manipulate energies to bend the fabric of reality, giving you whatever you desire.” he said slowly, ensuring his words somewhat made sense.

Your eyes widened, you had no idea you wielded that kind of power. It scared you honestly. If you can bring people back from the dead what else can you do? You backed away from him, looking down at your hands, watching the golden blood pump through your veins. Your mind felt overwhelmed, every thought trying to shout over the previous one. You looked back to Astarion who was already watching you. You didn’t know what to do with how you felt, you just wanted to be alone. So that's what you did, you walked back to your tent without another word. You heard his soft steps trailing you. You covered your ears as you slumped down onto your bedroll; you just wanted to block the world out. Your eyes clamped shut, embracing the darkness momentarily.

Astarion sat next to you, he nudged your shoulder with his forehead encouraging you to open your eyes. To no avail. “Everything you’re feeling is normal. I know this is a heavy burden to bear. Power is lovely but… it's so easy to taint. To misuse. Gods knows how I’ve used my powers for absolutely sinful things.”

You dropped your hands to rest on your knees, but your eyes remained closed. “It's too much… This is too much… Make it not true…” you gasped out, anxiety gripping you. Tears brimmed in your eyes, this amount of power was frightening. You barely knew anything of the world having been in the Arcane Tower; you were learning everyday about the world around you and who you are as a person. Having such a small grasp of the reality of total freedom to do all this. And now being told you can change the world around you, the very fabric of reality. It was suffocating, crushing.

You leaned your head against Astarion’s, exhausted completely. You felt his cold hand caress your cheek. You peeked at him, he smiled seeing just the smallest reaction from you. “You’re going to be just fine darling. I know it doesn’t feel like it right now but you will. And I’ll be here to make sure you do. I’ll… I’ll always be here for you.” he said, whispering out the last bit, almost as if he was promising this to you.

You tilted him up by his chin gently. His gaze was piercing; a beautiful shade of crimson that drew you in. You rested your forehead against his, lips inches away. Your breaths mimicked his after a moment, calming you and yet riling you up in a sensual way that had you buzzing with curiosity. You couldn’t stand it, you attached your lips to his. Something primal in you needing him and only him. He responded immediately, hungry for you. His hand trailed from your cheek to your throat, thumb ghosting over the two little scars on your neck he gifted you with. You moaned at the contact and it took everything in him not to take you then and there.

“Wait… darling, we shouldn’t.” He said as he begrudgingly pulled away from you. “Not like this, not when you are this vulnerable. This is the last thing you need to be thinking about with everything you're dealing with.” he sighed, feeling guilty.

“I know what I want.” you said bluntly, emotions might be somewhat new to you but you felt this in your bones. “You.” you said firmly. You pulled Astarion into a feathery light kiss, waiting for him to deepen it if he so desired. He indulged in you; your sweet, soft self. He wanted you in a way that burned him from the inside out.

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Naboo's Note:

Back from the dead!! Sorry this took so long to post I was in my feels and work was exhausting I worked and 18 hour shift and that absolutely FUCKED ME. But I'm gonna try to get out a few fics even if they're smaller ones. Thank y'all for your patience, your comments encourage tf outta me <3

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UPDATE!!

Hey all :) sorry for the mini hiatus. I got hit with the big sad and have been super unmotivated, putting all of my motivation into my job. Chapter 5 is almost done and I am working on requests. I will try to get everything done before the weekend but that is a loose timeline. Thanks for all the support 💖

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 21 days

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Rest

Christian Yu x Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC

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Warnings: DID, Mito, depression, fluff, mention of medication, mention of vomiting, anxiety, nudity, slightly steamy?, like a cup of tea left out for a while level of steam, COMFORT, established relationship

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Your bones cracked as you stretched in your soft bed. A weight on your waist is what kept you grounded as you woke up. You finally squinted your eyes open, looking down to see Christian’s arm across you as his face was nuzzled into your side. You yawned, slowly getting out of bed, you made your way to the kitchen. You reached for yours and Christian’s coffee mugs before you felt a sluggish pair of arms wrap around you. You jumped, sucking in a sharp breath out of surprise.

“Good morning.” you whispered as he leaned his head against the top of yours.

He didn’t respond, which you found odd, but you shrugged it off. You moved around slowly, Christian attached to your back as you waited for the coffee to finish brewing. Christian slipped his hands into yours, anxiously playing with your fingers. You frowned a bit.

“Are you ok Christian?” you asked, turning around gently so you could remain in his arms.

His head was down but you could see the dark circles under his eyes. You reached up, tilting his chin slightly. When his eyes finally met yours they were big and glossy. They searched yours fervently. Instantly you pulled him into a secure hug.

“Mito darling…” you mumbled into the crook of his neck as his strong arms wrapped themselves around you. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Tired.” he whispered back to you.

You nodded as you pulled away. You tilted his chin down a bit so your lips could mesh with his momentarily. He kissed you back sweetly.

“Let's get this and go back to bed? Sound good?” you asked him.

He nodded, letting go of you to carry both coffee mugs back to your shared room. You grabbed a tin of strawberries from the fridge before following him. He took his shirt off as he crawled back into bed. You picked up the shirt he flung off and slipped it on. He watched you, smiling softly at the cute action. You plopped down next to him as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Can we stay in bed today? I don’t want to go outside.” he asked quietly as he kissed your cheek before you gave him a strawberry.

“We can stay in bed all day on one condition.” you said to him.

He raised his eyebrows at you as he chewed.

“We go on a walk later, just a short one. Around the block maybe? Or by the river?” you asked hopefully. You always tried to get Mito outside even if it was only for a bit, you knew how much he liked to isolate.

Mito didn’t respond for a moment before you pressed your lips to his shoulder, “Please?” you asked.

He nodded, “Can we get boba on the way back?”

“We can get whatever you want lovely.” you smiled at him. His lips twitched up softly as he pressed a strawberry to your lips. You bit off half before he took the other half. You turned on the tv popping on a movie you hadn’t seen in a bit. You weren’t really paying attention, you kept your eyes closed as you leaned against Mito. You had come to find that Mito always wanted to be with you, always wanted to be touching you. You made sure to nuzzle into him often, reassuring him of your presence. He played with your hair absentmindedly while he watched the movie. He kept his other hand on your hip, drawing lazy circles. He felt your breathing even out and smiled down at you when he realized you were asleep.

However, the longer he was alone the darker his thoughts got. He felt his eyes narrow, tunnel vision setting in as his anxiety spiked. He got up quickly, rushing to the bathroom. He stumbled into the door before landing on his knees and retching into the toilet.

You woke to a loud thud. You barely caught a glimpse of Mito running into the bathroom but when you heard him throwing up you knew what it was. You got up, making your way into the bathroom. You knocked quietly before going in entirely. The toilet flushed as Mito leaned back against the wall, his arms resting on his knees. He wiped the sweat off his brow before looking at you. You leaned down to sit across from him with a glass of water and a pill.

“Just for nausea.” you reassured him as he let the medicine taste envelope his tongue before he washed it all down. “Do you want your anxiety meds? They might help.” you said as you smoothed your thumbs over his knuckles.

Mito was hesitant to take meds after he had taken too many one time on a particularly bad day before he ever even knew you. But, he could see it in your eyes, how much you knew they would help. He nodded softly, sipping at his water while you moved around the bathroom getting his pills. You brought them back to him, placing them in his hand. He swallowed them down, cringing at the unpleasant feeling of pills streaming down his throat.

“I’m sorry for waking you up.” he said.

You waved him off, “Wanna shower? Might make you feel better.”

“As long as you come with.” he said as he got up, slipping his pants off.

You smiled and nodded quickly, throwing his shirt off as you turned the water on. You threw a shower bomb in, filling the bathroom with a sweet but spicy smell. You dimmed the lights before stepping in, the ambiance fitting the gloomy autumn day. Mito stood behind you, wrapping his arms around you as you both enjoyed the hot water. Mito moved you both so he could get your hair wet. He shampooed and conditioned your hair, giving you the most delicious scalp massages accompanied by occasional neck kisses. As he lathered your back in soap, he made sure to check with you before he cleaned anywhere else, ever the gentleman. You kissed him before nodding. You slumped against him, your eyes fluttering closed. His large hands gliding over your body set it alight. Everything about this moment was bubbling over with sensuality.

“I love you Mito…” you whispered out as you placed your hands over the tops of his, moving with him as he explored your body.

You felt him smile against your neck. You snapped out of it slightly, turning to face him. You kissed him passionately but carefully. Mito was very physical but not in the sexual sense, at least not as much as Christian was. Mito liked the comfort touch brought.

“Love you too.” he said softly. Mito’s voice was always soft but it was deeper. Almost a growl.

You grabbed the soap, washing him just as gently. You shampooed his hair into a mohawk, a rare toothy smile gracing Mito’s face when he saw his reflection. You finished rinsing each other off. You noticed his face was less puffy, the color slowly returning to it.

As you both dried off you asked, “Can we take a nap?” you knew Mito’s meds can make him a little sleepy when he first takes them, and truth be told you were exhausted from the work week.

Mito nodded at you as he handed one of his oversized shirts to you. You held it close, inhaling his scent before slipping it on. You held his hand as you walked over to the bed before jumping under the covers. You giggled as you and Mito looked at each other. He leaned in kissing you until you were desperate for air.

“We’ll go on that walk when we wake up.” he said as he kissed your head while he pulled you to rest on his chest.

You smiled as you closed your eyes, “Good plan.” you kissed his chest before snuggling in.

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Hello! Hope you enjoy, thank you to whoever sent in the request, i love writing for Mito. Thanks for all the likes comments and reblogs!

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 21 days

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hi! i found your account and im inlove with your writing! I was actually wondering if you could write one about Christian Yu/ Mito. the story you wrote about Mito was so cute. The story could be that christian and the reader are in an established relationship. and the story goes about how when christian switches to mito, how mito would be like as the boyfriend to the reader.. I hope that makes sense.. thank you for taking the time if you choose this one. have a lovely day or night. <3

Posting now :D

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