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From: (Anonymous)

I had to give this prompt a go! wrote this almost entirely during lunch break at work and i've barely checked it, but got caught with the posting bug. enjoy! also on a03 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56940376

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The Shadowlands were the worst for so many reasons. The sun was gone, there was nothing to eat, and it was absolutely freezing . Astarion was used to the cold, with 200 years of vampirism under his belt. The lack of a normal circulatory system meant his body couldn't regulate temperature the same way living creatures did. A vampire could be frozen stiff in minutes before they’ve even noticed there was a problem. He could attest to that. And no additions of hats and scarves made a bit of difference - if there was no heat in the first place for the clothing to keep in .

There had been an instance where Cazador had punished him by leaving him out in the manor gardens during a snowstorm, without a scrap of clothing on him. He had been brought back inside by his siblings who had just left him with the world's most rubbish fire spluttering in the hearth. He had caught hypothermia and it had taken weeks for his joints to feel back to normal. Even after all that he was then punished again for the price of the extra coal used to thaw him out. Anyway. He didn't really want to think about that right now.

And now they were in the Shadowlands. Without a single source of heat to be found, aside from their torches. And Karlach, he supposed. She really was perfectly warm, especially since she got her engine fixed and was in no danger of setting everything on fire. She had hugged him once, quickly, and it had been a moment of tingly bliss. She had let go too fast, likely wanting to move on quickly to whirling Wyll around like a spinning top.

It was fine. He was making do. He’d started sleeping outside where he could be as close to the fire as possible. He only moved further back from it since a spark had nearly caught his hair and left a little black singe on the edge of his blanket.

The fire was mostly kindling now, as everyone had gone in for the night. Their magical lantern was doing the job keeping the curse out, but the light was clinical, without a bit of warmth to it. He looked up out of his mound of bed roll into the dark. He hated that he couldn’t see anything outside of their small ring of light. Not being able to see in the dark was unnatural to him, and the black of the sky above pressed down like if he reached out to it he would meet resistance.

It really was bitterly cold.

“Mate, you look absolutely miserable.” Karlach said, coming out of her tent. He perked up. Maybe if she sat down next to him, her heat would syphon into the blankets for a bit.

She flopped down on the opposite side of the fire. Drat.

“Yes well, this place does tend to suck the life out of you. Hypothetically speaking.” Astarion said. Karlach snorted. She looked a little down herself. “What's wrong, darling? Fancied a midnight natter with the best gossiper in camp? Come closer dear, you won't believe what Shadowhearts been getting up to with our lovely Gith friend.”

Karlach smiled, and scooted a little closer. Not enough to make a difference. “We all know she n’ Lae’zel have been fucking, thats old news.”

“Hmph. Well none of the rest of you have anything interesting going on. You must do something about your sex life love, so the rest of us have something to talk about.”

She laughed. “It’s not for a lack of trying! You know…” Her gaze wandered to Wylls tent. “He's a romantic type. Wants to take it slow.”

Astarion sniffed. Didn't he know it. He had tried to get in the Warlocks pants early on, but had been forced to back off as the concept of emotional intimacy Wyll seemed so fond of loomed over them.

“There’s no accounting for taste, dear.”

“Don’t get me wrong, it's really nice to be treated like a proper lady and everything I'm just.. so wound up. Itchy under the skin. He so much as touches me and I get a raging hard-on, you know?”

Astarion didn’t really know, but he could use this. He bet her bed would be incredibly toasty.

“Well if it’s a bit of no-strings sex you want dear…” He snuck his arms out of his blanket burrito and edged his way over to her. “That's something I’d be more than happy to provide.” He was so close to her now, he could feel the warmth emanating off her in waves.

She flustered beautifully, eyes dilating as she took him in. “Woah. Well I mean. Are you sure? That would be.” She giggled a little, tugged at her own hair in a bid to calm down. “Wait. I ought to ask Wyll first. It might make him sad.”

Astarion pulled back a little. The idea of Wyll giving him puppy eyes in the morning because he fucked his girlfriend made his skin crawl for some reason. “Well, if you must, darling. But little miss chastity over there needs to realise what he's missing out on.”

He stroked her arm as she moved to stand, to give her a taste of his touch. She full-body shuddered, which he felt was a good sign. But then she just looked at him strangely.

“Mate, you’re freezing.”

“It is a bit chilly out here, if you hadn’t noticed.”

“I hadn’t.” She bent down then, her face inches from his. He startled back, but not too far. Her heat was so good. “Your lips are blue.”

“They are?” He touched them self-consciously, before remembering himself. “Well all the better for you to warm them up, darling.” He batted his eyelashes and hoped his hair wasn’t as limp as he felt.

She just looked at him, any traces of lust from before long dissipated.

“Come on.” She said, lifting him up with a hand. Her hand was very large around his, and textured interestingly with callouses and scars. His skin tingled pleasantly.

“Lets get inside.” She started dragging him towards Wylls tent.

He’d be entertaining for two, then. That was fine. Neither of them seemed like overly handsy types. And it would be warm.

“Wyll? Are you awake?”

“Mmph.” They heard through the tent walls. “Just about. Come on in.”

Both of them poked their heads in to see Wyll lying shirtless on top of his bedroll, lit by the orange light of candles. He was sweating. His muscles were very well defined.

“Oh, it's a party. Hello, Astarion.”

“Hello, dear. Getting all hot and bothered all by yourself?”

“Ah…” Wyll flustered, only just realising his bareness. “I run hot these days. Don’t think my body has quite gotten used to the changes.”

“Tell me about it.” Karlach said, waltzing in, making herself at home. “I had a bad dream and found Astarion shivering all on his tod outside. Figured we could have a cuddle pile.”

Is that what they’re calling it nowadays?

“However you want me, darlings. I’m all yours.” He made sure to stand in the entrance so the candlelight hit him just right.

“You do look a spot chilly.” Wyll said. “Make yourselves comfy. I’ve never had a sleepover before.”

“What! You’ve never lived !” Karlach was piling all of Wylls soft things together. “We’re about to be so damn cosy.”

Astarion stepped in, fastening the cloth door closed behind him. None of their tents were large enough to host three people, much less two people plus Karlach. He tried to stay sexy, but it was hard when he couldn’t stand straight with the low hanging roof of the tent.

He was about to be on his back soon enough anyway. He slid down to sit by Wyll, depositing his long legs in Wylls crossed ones. Wyll placed a hand on top of them.

“Gods! You are cold! Let's get you bundled.” Wyll shuffled out from under Astarions legs and went to go help Karlach adjust the blankets. These people were either dense or immune to his charms. And it couldn't be the latter, of course.

“You’ll need to warm me up then, darling.” He couldn’t remember if he’d used that line already. Maybe he was losing his touch.

“Get over here then.” Karlach said, from her position sprawled on top of the bed rolls. “You’ve got a little blanket nest, look.”

Sandwiched between her and Wyll was a little space tailor-made for him to slip into. So he did. Immediately the warmth of the two bodies surrounded him. Karlach gently manorved him onto his side. Not the most convenient position, but he’d had much stranger. The metal of her engine against his back was odd, but gorgeously warm, and wonderfully unique. Then she put her arm around him, and tugged Wyll closer too.

Astarion was starting to get impatient. “Now what?”

“We’re warming you up.”

“Spooning is my favourite.” Murmured a sleepy Wyll from the front. “Mmm, you’re nice and cool, Astarion.” He wiggled a little closer to become the littlest spoon, trying to syphon more of Astarions chilliness. Astarion got a great view of his back muscles.

He put his mouth on Wylls ear. “What would you like from me, darling?”

“Do you think you could…” Wyll cut himself off, embarrassment clear in the lines of his body.

“What is it, dear? I promise you there’s nothing I haven’t heard before.”

“Well…if it’s alright of course…do you think you’d be able to put your hands on my back? Just the trapezius! It’s gotten all stiff from duelling with Lae’zel.”

Well. That was a bit of a surprise. These two kept amazing him.

“Just…here?” He placed his cool hands on Wylls upper back, just below his neck.

“Ooh..your hands are like ice blocks. That’s wonderful.”

Something curled in his chest at the praise. Astarion massaged the knot a little, loosening his muscle with his fingers. He was rewarded with small sighs and a muffled groan from the other man.

“Would you like to see what else I can do with my fingers?”

“Thank you, Astarion, but you’re sending me to sleep! That’s all I need. You’re fantastic.” Wylls voice got snuffly with drowsiness.

“...That's it?”

“Yep. I hope you warm up. Sleep well.”

A few minutes passed in silence. Wylls breathing began to level out. Astarion didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he placed them on top of Karlachs as they wrapped around them both.

“You alright?” Karlach whispered from behind him.

He thought about his answer for a long moment. He turned his face away, into the pillows. “Is this really all you want from me?”

“Yeah, mate. Cuddling’s great.” Her voice sounded a little sad.

“Well then. I shall endeavour to be the best at it.”

“You’re already wonderful. I could lay like this with both of you forever.” She smiled to herself into his hair, then relaxed as she began to doze.

So. Spooning. He was a little squished and didn’t have a lot of space to move. He thought about the tomb. But their hold was loose, so he felt like he could get out of it easily if he wriggled. And the up-down motion of their breathing around him was new. The warmth especially, was a beautiful contrast to his memories.

And if this really was all they wanted from him, perhaps he could get used to this. Perhaps he could request it from time to time, when their temperature was bothering them. Perhaps it really was that simple.

He closed his eyes, and soaked in the radiance for as long as he could.