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Y/N walks into his apartment, hooking his bag over the coat hanger and kneeling down to pet his dog Fluffy. Y/N was a somewhat normal man, apart from his obsession with DND, he had a normal life. Nothing special really, normal job, normal name, normal family and what not. It was all just so plain… he had heard of a fantasy role play game from a college/friend at work. It sounded pleasurable so he decided to just, well, check it out. He had seen a few clips and loved the graphics it had shown, so why not give it a go?
Y/N sits down at his desk, firing up his PC and watching as it slowly turns on. He smiles when he sees the pop up, he clicks on the link, loading up the character profile page. The font and detail in the graphics was al ready alluring in itself, he customises his character into what he thinks is perfect for him… and all of a sudden his world starts to spin… what on earth has just started happening!? Did someone spike his water in the office? Why was the ground shaking and why did he feel.. so… dizzy?
A somewhat form of a black hole formed on the computer screen and sucked him in, he yells out in surprise as he hits a dusty and rocky path. Y/N sits up, coughing and spitting out the dirt that had fluttered its way into his mouth. He wipes his lips, softly scowling at the foul texture in his mouth, he looked down… was he wearing the clothing he had selected for his character? This was insane. Y/N was almost positive now that someone had certainly spiked his drink with some hallucinogenic drugs of some form.
He straightens his back and brushes off the rests of the dust, looking up and taking in the scenery around him. It was a beautiful cliff side, the sun shining in golden rays and the birds chirping happily. He hears a rustle in the bushes, quickly whipping around he watches a boat run past, snorting and squeaking in terror. He chuckled at the strange sight, what on earth was going on? That’s when he saw him… the most alluring and charming looking man he had ever laid eyes upon.
”Oh darn it! This is too much work for a beauty such as myself.” The mysterious man complains as he wipes the sweat from his brow dramatically. The man turns and looks at Y/N, tilting his head in somewhat confusion, a small smirk covering his pink lips.
”oh hello darling, what is a fine man such as yourself doing out here all by your lonesome?” the man asks cockily, he was so handsome in all different ways…
The man before Y/N was about 5’9, he had pale skin and platinum blonde hair… what Y/N seemed to notice the most were the bright red eyes, piercing into his soul like pointed spears in a fiery burn. Y/N was practically lost for words, the creature was so… so ethereal? No, that’s an understatement. Y/N couldn’t describe the beauty before him, the man was just too… perfect. In this context if perfect existed, it would be nothing compared to this mysterious stranger.
”I’m lost, if I’m being honest with you.” Y/N replies as he looks into the man’s eyes, he seemed so dumbfounded by the raw beauty and yet masculinity this man produced into the atmosphere.
”How charming, I’m Astarion. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” The red eyed stranger says cockily with a grin, bright white teeth beaming before him… also rather large fangs that only slightly protruded the man’s mouth.
“Please is mine.” Y/N replied as he held his hand out for Astarion to shake, which the man hesitantly reciprocated, smiling falsely to keep up his polite facade.
”Right, well. I’ve set myself on a little quest, care to join me Y/N?” He asks in a sultry tone, grinning at Y/N was a flirtatious intent. Sure, this wasn’t Astarion’s first time flirting and manipulating people… but he felt different this time. Sure there was still the tainted intent but… there was something else buzzing around in his chest.
”As long as you can promise me safe passage I will oblige happily.” Y/N responds with a chuckle, following behind the handsome creature as they walk. “Lead the way.”
”Oh I will darling, don’t you worry.” Astarion grins widely as he makes the statement, waking down the cliff side and leading Y/N into a castle or palace looking place of sorts. It was smaller but definitely bigger than a mansion, a strange sort of place.
when they both walk in, Astarion seems at home and comfortable but Y/N seems completely enamoured by the beauty of this world he has now found himself trapped in. All the small intricate details slowly moulding together to make one big master piece. It seemed surreal, amazing but ethereal. It was almost alien to Y/N, something completely out of this world. He couldn’t quite place it but it was just… different in every way.
Astarion seemed amused by Y/N’s shocked and enamoured expression, he walks over to the man and taps him on the shoulder. He found this lost wanderer’s little traits admirable and adorable… along with the lean and yet muscular frame the man carried along with him. It was all so fascinating and yet somewhat familiar. Astarion was perplexed with Y/N’s odd tendencies but it was oddly calming. Astarion has had many lovers, not that Y/N was a lover… but he’s never felt so attracted to one like he has Y/N…
Y/N turns to face the vampiric creature, offering him a smile of gratitude and kindness. He walks over to Astarion and sits down on the table beside him. Y/N has no idea what’s happening, but he’s honestly happy to just be somwhere that he’s safe from any danger. He turns his head to face the helpful creature and gives him a friendly pat on the back.
”thanks for taking me in, I really appreciate it.” Y/N explains as he sighs comfortably, he felt so safe and calmed in this man’s presence.
”Oh course dear, oh how I’m charmed to make your acquaintance.” Astarion says with a grin as he gently places his hand over Y/N’s. He liked that this mortal had been so appreciative and willing to come with him…
Most people see Astarion as a pompous arse or a cocky bastard. Underneath that was just lots of underlying trauma. He didn’t know how to process emotions and planned on never showing them in this cruel world. He sighs and sits up before walking over to the kitchen, he wants expecting guests but just so luckily, he has some dead mammals in his yard he could cook up for this mysterious traveler.
“What do you prefer darling? Boar or stag?” He asks as he goes out to grab the carcasses from his earlier meals.
”I don’t mind, either or.” Y/N replies as he smiles kindly, he was very grateful for shelter and comfort that Astarion has gifted him.
Astarion cooks up the meal, adding whatever he can to make the meat taste less meaty and more delectable. The vampire hasn’t eaten proper food for over 200 years, meaning he’s just using his very rusty cooking skills to make a hopefully editable dish. He finishes up, washing his hands off and in grimaces disgust. He puts the plate on the table and gestures sarcastically for Y/N to eat; which the man happily obliges to.
The rest of this journey will evidently be… interesting.