#baldurs gate fluff

Agnes had her head lying on the desk in Enver Gortash’s room, her hair had fallen in a curtain around her face. Her hand was wrapped around a mug of ice cold coffee as she waned between asleep and awake, her eyes fluttering open every few minutes.

“Agnes, have you seen my-” Enver entered the room, his eyes trailing over to Agnes slumped over on the desk. He smiled to himself as he made his way over to her, walking to the front of the desk. He held the back of his hand up to the coffee mug, trying to determine how long it had been sitting there. Enver knelt down in front of Agnes, gently pushing the hair from her face. Her eyes fluttered open, a smile crossing her face as she looked at him.

“Mm, hi,” she mumbled, picking her head up sleepily.

“Hi. What are you doing?” he asked, resting a hand on her cheek.

“I was, uh,” she started, her eyes drooping again. Enver looked at her with a concerned expression as she tried staying coherent.

“When was the last time you slept?” he asked, standing.

“Well I was sleeping until you woke me up,” she sighed, leaning back in the chair and crossing her arms.

“I mean properly slept. In a bed,” he said, his tone pointed.

“I slept for a few hours yesterday. Or was it the day before?” Agnes couldn’t remember the last time she took a break to sleep. Or eat. She sighed, rubbing her temples. Her head ached. Her whole body ached.

“Agnes, you can’t keep doing this. You’re going to kill yourself!” Enver scolded, picking up an ashtray that sat on the desk. “And this? You can’t live on tobacco and coffee,” he said with a huff, slamming the ashtray down.

“Fuck off, Enver,” Agnes growled, standing up from the desk. She stood entirely too quickly, her head spinning causing her to stumble forward. Enver caught her, helping her steady herself. “Ugh, I hate you,” she groaned, leaning her forehead on his shoulder. Enver wrapped his arms around Agnes, leaning his chin on the top of her head.

“Oh hush. Let’s get you to bed,” he said, pulling back from her and scooping her up in his arms. Agnes wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning her head on his shoulder as he carried her over to his bed.

Enver set her down, kissing her forehead. He tried pulling away from her, but with a swift yank she pulled him on top of her.

“Don’t go,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his neck. Enver chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows and hovering his face over hers.

“You need to sleep, pet,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

“I’m not tired,” Agnes pouted, wrapping her legs around the tyrant's waist and pulling him closer to her.

“Agnes, I found you asleep on the desk. You really should-,”. Enver felt her lick a stripe up his neck, her lips trailing up to his ear. “You’re such a brat,” he said, pressing his lips to hers. Enver pushed his tongue past her lips, devouring her. Agnes smiled against his lips, clawing at his shirt, trying to pull it up. He pulled away, narrowing his gaze at her.

“You need to sleep,” he repeated, pulling away from her.

“You’re no fun,” she pouted, laying her head back on the pillow.

“Is that so?” He said with a smirk, bringing her arms up over her head and holding her wrists in his hand. Agnes bit her lip, smirking up at Enver. He rolled his eyes, dipping his head down to her neck and lavishing her neck with kisses. Agnes hummed, closing her eyes as he laid kisses to her neck and jaw. Enver could feel her relax beneath him, a sigh escaping her nose. Enver pulled back to look at her, noticing that she had fallen asleep under him. He chuckled to himself, releasing her wrists and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

The first time she did it, Astarion froze. It was a simple gesture, just a little kiss on the nose in passing. She probably did it without thinking, but it made Astarion’s cheeks feel warm. It was such a kind, loving, simple action that it caught the vampire off guard. Each time she did it, it gave him that warm feeling again. It became a routine of theirs, every time she would pass by him or leave the area he was in, she’d place a simple kiss on the tip of his nose. Karlach teased him about it, but he didn’t care. It made him feel loved unlike anything else.

“You’re a big softie at heart, aren’t you fangs?” Karlach teased watching Astarion smiled to himself, Agnes had just left to find camp supplies and planted a soft kiss to his nose. Astarion’s grin immediately turned to a scowl as he looked over at Karlach. “Oh come on soldier, it’s adorable,” she laughed, clapping a hand to his back.

The vampire found himself looking forward to those little kisses from Agnes throughout the day. She had been so patient with him, showing him how much she cared through those little acts of affection. She never pushed him, never asked for more. She was perfectly content to kiss him in passing and just be in his presence. It was overwhelming for Astarion, at times. How much she cared for him, for who he was not who he pretended to be.

“Star, We’re heading to talk to Jaheira, I’ll be back,” Agnes said, walking up to Astarion with Halsin trailing behind her. He was sat by his tent with a book in hand. He smiled up at her, patiently waiting for her to kiss the tip of his nose. She placed a hand on his cheek, shot him a smile and turned on her heel. The vampire had closed his eyes, leaning forward to prime his nose for her lips. Once her hand left his cheek, he opened his eyes to realize she had walked away. Astarion froze for a moment, his hand coming up to touch his nose. What was this? Had he done something? Was she upset with him?

Astarion’s mind began to race, playing back every interaction with Agnes that day. They hadn’t spent much time together, she insisted he take a break for the day while she ran around Last Light trading and gathering supplies for their journey to Baldur’s Gate. Perhaps she was upset with him for… something. Astarion set down his book, standing up and pacing about his tent. His mind was so occupied with replaying every interaction that he didn’t realize Agnes approaching him.

Elowen chuckled, a sound that danced in the tranquil air. "Surprising indeed. Who would've thought the chaotic vampire spawn would appreciate a quiet night?"

His fingers, cool but gentle, entwined with hers. "Well, it's not every day you find someone who can make even eternity seem less daunting."

The lighthearted banter gave way to a comfortable silence. The moon above, a silent witness, cast its ethereal glow upon them. Astarion leaned in, his lips brushing against the crown of Elowen's head, a gesture so tender it spoke volumes.

She leaned into his embrace, relishing the warmth that radiated from his cool touch. "Do you miss the sun?" she asked, her gentle voice a soft murmur.

Astarion considered the question, his gaze fixed on the distant stars. "Sometimes. But... then I realize that the moonlight has its own kind of magic. And besides, the night has its perks."

Elowen tilted her head, a playful smile playing on her lips. "Oh? Like what?"

Astarion's response was a light kiss on her forehead. "Like the fact that I can steal kisses from you without worrying about getting sunburned."

Laughter bubbled between them, a melody that blended seamlessly with the rustling leaves and the crackling fire. In the quiet heart of the night, under the celestial tapestry of stars, they found solace in the simplicity of each other's company—a love story unfolding in the hush of a moonlit night.

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