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The Story in Our Scars

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Imagine: The reader is concerned with the story behind Astarion’s scars, but what happens when he inquires about the story behind theirs?

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Requested: Yes by Anonymous

Trigger warnings: minor spoilers (Act 2), suggestive themes, language, mentions of death, mentions of blood, mentions of self-harm, mentions of self-degrading

Word Count: 1739

Side notes:

I own no rights to the characters of Baldur’s Gate 3.

Scars—a topic (TAV’s name) knew all too well that it was a touchy subject for anyone. Everyone in camp had their own scars—Karlach, Wyll, Shadowheart, Halsin—and each scar carried its own story. Some people in camp were open to discussing them: Karlach proudly tells the story of how she got one of her scars from fighting a voracious devil in the Nine Hells. Others, like Halsin, took a bit more convincing to indulge in the stories of their scars. Astarion, the pale elf of the group, had shown her his scars after a night of pleasure, but he was also reluctant to speak further on the story of them.

Scars had been the topic of conversation lately between Astarion and (TAV’s name). The runes carved onto the flesh of the vampire spawn’s back were occupying Astarion’s mind since the (TAV’s race) had mentioned something about the scars being written in infernal. The spawn wouldn’t admit it to (TAV’s name), but the scars on his flesh had been taunting him since she drew the scars in the dirt at camp. After speaking to Raphael at Last Light Inn, the topic of the scars weighed even heavier on Astarion’s mind as he wondered when the devil would get back to him about the deal.

Scars was a topic that (TAV’s name) was hesitant to talk about. Raised areas on the skin often drew people’s curiosity, and not all scars came from a victoriously bloody battle or from a cruel, abusive master. No—some scars came from one’s own demons inhabiting their mind.

Scars had been the topic of discussion that night at camp after learning of Raphael’s deal with Astarion outside the tomb of Ketheric Thorm. Karlach and Wyll exchanged stories about fabled foes from the Nine Hells, while the others in the group listened and drank wine. (TAV’s name) felt comfortable with everyone as they shared, but when the attention turned to her, she avoided the topic entirely.

“My—it’s been a long day.” (TAV’s name) spoke with a yawn. “I believe that I shall be heading to bed. We do have a daunting task ahead of us tomorrow.” She stood up abruptly and told everyone good night before the (TAV’s race) rushed to her tent. The rest of the camp shared concerned glances, but continued their lighthearted conversations about bested beasts and other endeavors. Astarion, however, was far more curious about (TAV’s name)’s strange behavior than he was about the stories shared around the campfire.

(TAV’s name) quietly sank into her bedroll as the sound of the group’s laughter echoed off the temple walls around her. Her heart was beating rapidly in the center of her chest.

They’re laughing at you. The dark voice in her mind said, and she squeezed her eyes tighter. Your scars are pathetic compared to theirs. The voice taunted further. The (TAV’s race) felt a familiar pool of liquid form in her eyes as the words echoed in her head. Blinking, she focused on her breathing; a habit she had learned long ago to cry without bringing attention to herself.

You know you want to do it. The voice in her head taunted. You want to add to your story, and make more pretty thin lines on your skin. (TAV’s name) covered her ears and squeezed her eyes shut in a desperate attempt to silence the voice in her mind. The lady laying in her bedroll hadn’t brought a sharp instrument to her skin since she had been abducted by mind flayers, but that doesn’t mean the voice in her head had stopped tormenting her. Now, the voice grew louder as the minutes slowly turned into hours.

As the laughter and chatter slowly died and everyone went to their tents, (TAV’s name) laid quietly in her bedroll.

You’ve fallen in love with him, and he’s far too perfect for you. The taunting voice had taken a different approach now. His scars have meaning. What do yours mean? Tears started to form in her eyes again as she listened to what the voice was saying.

Across the camp, Astarion laid on his bedroll in his tent, but he was wide awake. Something about (TAV’s name)’s behavior earlier had left him unsettled. The talk of his scars never seemed to bother her, but when the conversation turned to her scars…something seemed to be off. Settling on the fact that something must be bothering her, the vampire spawn got up and started his way to her tent.

Your scars just prove how weak you truly are. Don’t they? The voice continued its ruthless monologue. Astarion spent two centuries enduring a living nightmare; Karlach got hers literally living in Hell. How did little ol’ (TAV’s name) get hers? Tears freely flowed out of the (TAV’s race)’s eyes as she sniffled. Holding her breath to calm her down only caused her to take a quick, almost hyperventilating breath. This noise, while she thought it to be quiet, was picked up by the vampire spawn’s sensitive ears. Astarion frowned and quickened his steps towards his destination.

(TAV’s name) got her pretty little scars because she was weak. The cruel voice continued its cruel taunting. (TAV’s name) couldn’t bear to compare herself to the others—Shadowheart, Laezel, and Karlach—so she carved reminders of her doubts. The tears flowed freely as the woman laying on the ground struggled to breathe properly. What a weak, pathetic woman that others have blindly—

“(TAV’s name)?” The tent flap lifted up, and Astarion saw the shaking shoulders of the (TAV’s race) before he heard the familiar sound of crying. The pale elf’s ears could hear the rapid rhythm in his traveling companion’s chest, and he rushed over to her. “(TAV’s name).” He repeated as he turned her to look at him. Tears streamed down her face as wide (TAV’s eye color) colored eyes stared at him wildly. She tried to form words, but her sobs stopped any and all words that tried to pass through her lips.

“It’s okay. I have you.” Astarion spoke in a hushed tone as he cradled her in his arms. The vampire spawn calmly stroked her hair as she had done to him a few times after he had nightmares. Slowly but surely, (TAV’s name)’s breaths slowed, and her body physically relaxed in his arms.

“I’m sorry.” (TAV’s name)’s soft voice spoke after a few moments of silence. “I was trying to calm down, but—“ Astarion kissed the (TAV’s race)’s forehead.

“I accept your apology, even though one is not necessary. However, I am more curious as to why you were crying. You acted so strange earlier when we were talking about scars.” Astarion shifted her in his arms, so he could look at her face. Her (TAV’s eye color) eyes refused to meet the intense gaze of Astarion’s crimson ones. She took a deep breath.

“Everyone’s scars have some story attached to them….” She quietly said with a look of pain evident on her face. “Yours made by a cruel master; Karlach’s made from fighting foes in the Hells; hell, even Halsin’s came from mating with an actual bear.” Astarion’s eyebrow raised itself, but he kept quiet as (TAV’s name) continued to speak. “Mine don’t come from either of those.” It was at this movement that (TAV’s name) moved the fabric of her sleeves to reveal several little white lines across her forearms. Astarion stared at the straight scars with a curious face.

“So, what’s the story behind your scars?” He asked, but his voice was soft with genuine curiosity; however, the woman in his arms sighed heavily.

“My scars—“ Pain was evident in her voice. “—are a product of the voices in my head.” Tears began to form again in her eyes. “Some are from the voice’s telling me I’m unworthy; some of the scars are from the comparison of myself to the others.” Her voice broke as tears started to steam down her face.

“I made most of them many years ago when I was teenager, but some old habits die hard.” A fake chuckle came from the woman Astarion was looking at with saddened eyes. “Some of these were made when we started this journey together….” Her voice grew very quiet.

“Darling,” Astarion’s voice was soft as he spoke to her. “Why would you do that to yourself?” (TAV’s name) sniffled her nose as she shrugged her shoulders.

“Sometimes I did it to silence the voices—they always went quiet afterwards. Sometimes I did it to try and bring myself back to reality.” Her eyes shifted to look up at the pale elf through her eyelashes. “I am not the strong person everyone at camp thinks I am.”

“I am not the prettiest, nor the strongest; I am not righteous, nor the sanest. I am the weakest because I have given myself these scars.” Astarion felt his heart break as the words left his companion’s trembling lips. “All because some voices in my head say I’m a horrible person.” She looked down, anger clear on her face. Astarion’s hand lifted her chin, so she would look at him.

“If there is something that I have learned from you, it is that people are more than their scars and the stories behind them.” Astarion’s soft voice drew (TAV’s name)‘s attention. “Scars don’t tell us anything about that person’s personality, their morals, or their values.” A soft smile was on the vampire spawn’s lips.

“You…you’re incredible.” Tears continued to stream down the (TAV’s race)’s face.

“You have given so much of yourself to everyone here. You have been the glue that has held each and every one of us together at some point, and you continue to do so despite everything those voices tell you. There is not one person in this camp that isn’t grateful that they have met you.” The vampire spawn wiped the tears falling freely from (TAV’s name)‘s eyes. “I am grateful to have met you.”

“So, let my voice be louder than those stupid little ones in your head: you are worthy; you are incredible; and…I’m so proud of you.” A small smile was present on the vampire spawn’s lips, but he was startled when the (TAV’s race) suddenly wrapped her arms around him.

“Thank you.” She whispered into his ear. His shock slowly dissipated as he slowly wrapped his arms around her.

“No—thank you.” He whispered back as he received his first hug in over two centuries.

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astarionslittlejuicebox · 4 months

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The Promise of Eternity (Epilogue)

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Imagine: The reader helped Astarion ascend and became his spawn. After saving the world from the Elder brain and it’s destruction, the reader and Astarion set out to take on the world together. While he promised to never forget the gifts the reader has given him, Astarion has seemed to have changed his attitude towards the reader in the last century…. After someone breaks one of Astarion’s rules, how will this affect the reader’s fate?

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: potential for minor spoilers, suggestive themes, language, mentions of death, mentions of blood, abusive relationship, mention of slavery, mentions of murder

Word Count: 787

Imagine Series

Side Notes:

This imagine series takes place 200 years after the events of Baldur’s Gate 3. Everything you read in here is a story from my mind outside of the original BG3 character Astarion.

In this imagine series, Astarion is a bit more unemotionally unavailable, and this series will follow the decisions and consequences of that change. This is not canonically accepted and it is just an idea I’ve had in my head! (I do believe Astarion might truly care for the reader after Ascension, but that is open to individual interpretation.)

In this series, TAV is mildly based on my first character I played in BG3; she is a drow and I will make references to her in her background and knowledge as well. I do apologize that it is not 100% your own imagine, but the name for TAV is up to you as well as anything else that I can think of leaving to you, the reader, to decide.

I appreciate everyone who reads the imagines and this series, and I hope you enjoy the story!

TAV POV - 20 years later

“Extra! Extra! Read all about it! The new Duke and Duchess of Baldur’s Gate are crowned today at noon!” A newspaper boy shouted as he held up a copy of Baldur’s Mouth in the air. Astarion and I walked hand-in-hand past the newspaper boy, in disguise as a human couple. “Read more about the former Duke’s charges and scandals on page two!” We continued our leisure stroll towards Wyrm’s Crossing, where our crowning would take place in an hour.

It had been two decades since Ahriman and Hiedra had been dealt with, and Astarion and I were flourishing. About two years ago, after Astarion landed a position on the former Duke’s council, he had implemented and begun a societal change to how the city of Baldur’s Gate operated. Under his advice, the economy and people of Baldur’s Gate began to thrive; however, before the former Duke could claim victory with Astarion’s policies, someone had revealed to a source at Baldur’s Mouth of some…misdeeds the Duke had done over his decade-long rule. (I would say thanks to whomever did such a task, but let’s just say that disguise self is quite the useful spell.) Ultimately, this information caused the citizens of Baldur’s Gate to revolt, and they elected Astarion as their new ruler.

Of course, we had done more than just improve the economy of Baldur’s Gate. I was a prominent figure in the community for funding free public education that was actually teaching the children to thrive in the world. Tutors were provided to help those who struggled, and higher education was provided with no cost to those who sought it. Vocational training for those who wanted to work in construction and other careers was also free to those interested.

Another project of mine in the city was the construction of a community based shelter, where you were provided with the necessary tools to help those in need get on their own. The shelter provided housing and food until you found a stable job and could afford a house. Part of this project entailed building affordable homes that anyone could easily buy.

These programs, and many others Astarion and I implemented together, enabled the city to expand and thrive. Hence when the former Duke got caught using the city’s taxes to fund his own interests, the citizens decided that the couple who cared about the city deserved to rule it.

An hour later I stood proudly next to Astarion with a crown on my head as he kneeled before the former Duke’s general placed a sword on both of his shoulders.

“By the power invested in me, I name you Duke of Baldur’s Gate.” A roar erupted from the crowd as a crown was placed upon the curly white hair of my beloved vampire. He stood up tall and looked at the crowd who had gathered to see him before he looked at me. He reached a hand out to me, which I happily took and smiled back at him.

“Citizens of Baldur’s Gate,” Astarion’s voice echoed in the hall with authority, and the room fell silent. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked at me, and I knew he was enjoying every minute of this moment. “I am beyond proud to be the one you have all voted to be your Duke. But, I would not be where I am today without the help of my gorgeous wife, (TAV’s name), who is now your Duchess.” The crowd erupted into cheers, which were silenced when Astarion raised a hand. “Shall we hear a speech from our Duchess?” He raised an eyebrow at me as the crowd began to chant.

“Speech! Speech! Speech!” I raised a hand and rolled my eyes at Astarion.

“Citizens of Baldur’s Gate, I am deeply honored to bear such a title as Duchess. I vow to each and every one of you that my work here in the city will continue as before: I will continue to improve the education system, provide housing and job opportunities to all, and—most importantly—I will continue to be a humble and gracious leader to you all. Thank you for placing your faith in us.” Astarion and I bowed to the crowd, who erupted in celebration.

“Now, who is ready to celebrate?” Astarion and I asked as we straightened up. Sharing a knowing smile between us, Astarion led me by the arm into the crowd as we took our first steps as Duke and Duchess of Baldur’s Gate.

There is nothing in this world that we can’t do and no one who can stop us. Astarion’s words echoed in my head as we mingled with the crowd. We are truly the most powerful people in the world.

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astarionslittlejuicebox · 4 months

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Hey everyone!

Tomorrow I will be posting the last part to my imagine series, The Promise of Eternity! With that said, I would love to keep writing for my Astarion fan base (and maybe some others in the BG3 community), so I am opening my inbox for imagine requests!

I do have some rules:

1.) Due to the sensitive nature of Astarion’s history, I will not be writing requested smut imagines.

2.) You can request imagines anonymously or unanonymously—the choice is yours.

3.) I am writing these imagines in my spare time, so please be patient with me if it takes a little bit longer than you think for your imagine to post.

#astarion imagine #astarion x reader #baldursgate3 #baldursgate3imagine #the promise of eternity #astarion fluff #astarion #imagines #baldur’s gate 3 #baldur’s gate astarion

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astarionslittlejuicebox · 4 months

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A Little Confession (Part 1)

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Imagine: Astarion has a confession for the reader, but is she ready for what he has to say?

Pairing: Astarion x F!Durge!Reader

Trigger warnings: minor spoilers (Act 2), suggestive themes, language, mention of slavery, mention of manipulation

Word Count: 932

Can we talk later? Astarion’s words echoed through (TAV’s name)’s head as she sat around the campfire with everyone that night at camp. Her heartbeat had increased slightly with increased anxiety as she wondered what the pale elf needed to talk about.

Had I done something wrong? She thought. Does he not want me anymore? Another voice said in the back of her mind. Shadowheart and Karlach kept sharing worried expressions as they took notice of (TAV’s name)’s unusual silence around the camp. Her usual chipper attitude was replaced with a much quieter version of their companion. The camp also noticed that a certain fanged companion of theirs was also absent from the campfire. No one decided to address the issue, and everyone went to their tents with a shared look of concern as they all said goodnight.

(TAV’s name) could feel her heart beating in her throat as she sat in her tent, and she tried to forcefully swallow it down as she stood up to walk to the pale elf’s tent. She focused on her breathing as she walked across camp to the familiar tent where the scent of rosemary and finely aged brandy lingered in the air. The (TAV’s race) tried to plant a small smile upon her lips as she reached Astarion’s tent. Upon hearing her soft footsteps approach, the pale elf himself swallowed and pulled back his tent flap. He noticed the fake smile on her face, and he felt his heartbreak a little. Astarion was just as nervous as she felt, if not more.

“I’m glad you came.” He said softly. “Come in.”

“Of course.” (TAV’s name) spoke softly then walked inside the elf’s tent. “Is something wrong?” She asked once Astarion let the tent flap fall back down. He bit his lip before he turned around to look at the (TAV’s eye color) eye that he had fallen in love with. He didn’t want to tell her this, but he knew that if they stood any chance at something real he needed to tell her this. Did that make this any easier on him? No, but the vampire spawn knew that (TAV’s name) was unlike anyone he’d ever known. Astarion looked down at the ground before he looked up at (TAV’s eye color) eyes.

“I have a confession to make.” The look of concern in her eyes made Astarion feel even more awful about what he had to say.

“Oh, yes, I’m fine. I just…” The vampire spawn sighed. “…feel awful.” (TAV’s name)’s eyebrow raised on its own accord.

“Look, I had a plan. A nice, simple plan—seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me. It was easy—instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in. All you had to do was fall for it. And all I had to do was not fall for you.” (TAV’s name)’s eyes softened with a bit of hurt as Astarion spoke, but he had to continue his confession. “Which is where my nice, simple plan fell apart.”

“You—you’re incredible.” His voice was soft and full of emotion. “You deserve something real.” “(TAV’s name)’s (TAV’s eye color) eyes looked at the vampire spawn with so many emotions he couldn’t place a name to. “I want us to be something real.”

“So, the nights we spent together didn’t mean anything?” The hurt in (TAV’s race)’s voice broke the dead organ in the vampire spawn’s chest.

“Of course they did—that’s the problem! Or part of it.” He looked down before he looked back at (TAV’s name). “Being close to someone—any kind of intimacy—was something I performed to lure people back for that wretched vampire.”

“Even though I know things between us are different, being with someone still feels…tainted. It still brings up these feelings of disgust and self-loathing.” Astarion’s face twisted in sadness. “I don’t know how else to be with someone. No matter how much I’d like to.” (TAV’s name) looked at him with soft, caring eyes.

“I care about you deeply.” Her words were softly spoken, but Astarion’s keen elf ears heard her.

“Really?” He whispered in surprise. (TAV’s race) stepped close to him and wrapped her slender arms around him. Astarion’s face showed the shock he felt as his arms stayed in the air beside him. As (TAV’s name)‘a arms tightened around him and she snuggled into the vampire spawn’s chest, Astarion slowly wrapped his arms around her. He could smell the sweet vanilla scent that wafted from her, and he rested his head against hers.

This is nice. The vampire thought to himself. As (TAV’s name) pulled away, Astarion couldn’t help but smile at the (TAV’s race).

“You…you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” A smile graced his lips. “Honestly, I have no idea what we’re doing or what comes next,” Astarion held out his hand, and (TAV’s name) placed her small delicate hand in his hand. “But I know this? This is nice.” He placed his hand over hers, and she gave him the warmest smile.

“Just tell me whatever it is that we need to do, or not do, to make you more comfortable with this. I promise you that I’m not going anywhere, and I’m going to be right by your side through it all.” Astarion swore he could see the love in her eyes, and he could almost feel his heartbeat at her words.

“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.” He said with a genuine smile. For the first time in forever, Astarion didn’t have to fake his words or actions—he could just be.

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astarionslittlejuicebox · 4 months

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The Promise of Eternity (Part 15)

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: potential for minor spoilers, suggestive themes, language, mentions of death, mentions of blood, abusive relationship, mention of slavery, mentions of murder/poisoning

Word Count: 1551

Imagine Series

Side Notes:

This imagine series takes place 200 years after the events of Baldur’s Gate 3. Everything you read in here is a story from my mind outside of the original BG3 character Astarion.

I appreciate everyone who reads the imagines and this series, and I hope you enjoy the story!

TAV POV

I stood in the dining hall unseen by the servants as they hurried to set the table for breakfast. Two bottles of wine stood in front of either plate on the ends of the table: the one in front of Astarion’s plate was the familiar bottle of wine I had despised and the other bottle of wine in front of the other plate was very similar in appearance. I waited for the room to be momentarily empty before switching the bottles with the assistance of my mage hand before turning invisible again and taking my place in the corner of the room.

A smirk fell upon my lips as Astarion and Hiedra walked into the room and took their seats on either end of the table. Astarion gave the tiefling a smirk as he poured himself a glass of wine, and she did the same. Ahriman walked into the room carrying a plate covered with a silver dome and set it in the center of the table.

“This morning, for breakfast, I cooked a fabulous meal of smoked salmon with poached eggs and a savory spiced honey glaze to compliment the rich herby tones of the fish.” The chef removed the dome from the dish to reveal the food items he had described. The tiefling and Astarion reached for their glasses of wine.

“To Astarion! May he rule for centuries to come with me by his side!” The tiefling said. Holding up the glasses, they toasted to each other from across the table. As the tiefling finished her glass, Astarion watched with amusement in his eyes as she swallowed a sip of the wine. Both the chef and the tiefling watched as Astarion appeared to take a small sip of his wine then set the glass down. The chef’s lips curved into a small smirk as the bottom of the glass of wine was set down onto the table, and I stalked over to block the door to the kitchen. Hiedra watched from her side of the table with a victorious smile that slowly faltered as her pretty red skin paled to a light crimson color. The pale elf sitting across from her took notice of the change in her skin tone and bore a slight frown on his lips while his eyes glimmered in amusement.

“Zeyis, my darling, you look unwell. Is everything okay?” The tiefling struggled to swallow before she opened her mouth to answer.

“Never been better.” She said, but small beads of sweat formed on her forehead. I could hear the increased rhythm of her heart beating in her chest, which was little help in slowing the progression of the poison in her bloodstream. Glancing at the chef, Ahriman shuffled nervously on his feet as he quickly glanced between the two people sitting at the table. I have no doubt that he was thinking about the poison and which bottle of wine had it as his heart rate also increased. Astarion shifted his gaze from the tiefling to the elvish chef still standing in the room.

“What in the hells was in the wine you gave her? She looks sickly.” Astarion’s tone could have been mistaken for anger, but I could pick up the hint of satisfaction in his voice.

“Why I did nothing—“ Ahriman started to reply, but he was interrupted by Hiedra, who began to cough and drew the attention of everyone in the room. Her pretty white pointed teeth were now turning red as she continued to cough, and a few specks of blood flew on to the table. Ahriman’s face paled at the sight as the sudden realization hit him: his beloved had drunk his poison. A smile found its way to my lips as I quietly walked up behind the elf, who watched in horror as the tiefling struggled to catch her breath. More blood had gathered in her mouth and was leaking down the corners of her mouth. Every breath the fae tried to take now sounded wet and gargled as her lungs struggled to work against the building pool of blood in her capillaries. A flash of blue light engulfed the tiefling and the beautiful pointy-eared lady sat in the chair, gripping and clawing at her throat as she struggled to keep breathing, and her golden eyes widened with panic.

“My, my, look what you did to your lover.” I whispered in the chef’s ear, and he turned around in a panicked state. He looked around frantically, but he couldn’t see who had spoken since the invisibility spell was still being held. I waited until he turned back around to watch as the chef’s partner-in-crime suffered the consequences of his folly to whisper into his other ear. “You couldn’t save your daughter, and now you get to watch your lover die at the hands of your poison.” I could see the tears start to fall down the elf’s face as the beautiful woman in the chair slumped and fell into a lifeless pile of flesh on the floor. Taking a step back, I smiled victoriously as I knew I struck a nerve with the chef as his hand clenched into a shaking fist.

“Poor Maryanna—even her daddy couldn’t keep his promise.” I spoke aloud so Astarion could hear my teasing words.

“You bastard.” The chef erupted as he turned to Astarion, who sat calmly in his chair. “I’ll have your head for this!” The angry elf went to lunge at Astarion, but he tripped on my foot that I held out. As Ahriman collided with the ground, I appeared beside him.

“Oopsies.” I shrugged. “Guess I need to watch where my foot is.” Astarion stood up from his seat at the table and slowly approached the chef as he laid on the floor. I moved to pin the older elf down on the floor, ensuring that no harm shall befall my lover.

“Get off of me, you bitch.” The chef spat in anger, but Astarion clicked his tongue.

“Now, now, is that any way to speak to a lady?” Astarion asked as he squatted in front of the green-eyed elf. Cold calculating crimson eyes looked over the poor elf as he struggled to escape under my weight, and the chef spat at Astarion. The spit landed with a small splat on the floor in front of the vampire. A dark, sinister, look came upon the elf with beautiful white curls’ face, and the air in the room hung heavy with anticipation.

“Truly, I am sorry for the loss of your daughter—Cazador never cared too much for people’s thoughts or feelings when he asked for his pretty little things.” Astarion’s voice was low as he stared at the green eyes of the other elf; the pale elf’s face was void of any and all emotion as he spoke his next sentence. “I promise you that I gave her the mercy she deserved after suffering under Cazador’s greediness for centuries.”

I felt the fight go from the elf’s body to Astarion’s words, but I only tightened my grip. This is the calm before the storm. I thought to myself as I studied the body language of the elf under me.

“It will be a much less merciful death for you.” Astarion growled as he sank his fangs into the neck of the elf below me, who screamed at the sudden pain. Astarion ravenously drank from the elf before pulling back and moved to grab the poisonous wine from the table. Understanding what my partner wanted without him having to tell me, I rolled the elf to lay on his back as he was distracted from the sudden blood loss. Astarion waltzed over with the open bottle before he gripped the elf roughly by his chin.

“Let’s propose a toast!” He said gleefully, raising the bottle, as the chef looked at him through half-lidded eyes. “To a mourning father so blinded by his grief that he failed to see his own folly.” Astarion forced the other elf’s mouth open before pouring the wine down his throat. I pinched the bridge of the elf’s nose and covered his mouth, forcing him to swallow the poison he had crafted for my lover. Once it was down, I released him with satisfaction as he looked upon us with wild eyes. He tried to force his fingers down his throat to throw up the deadly liquid, but Astarion swatted his hand.

“Be a good boy, now, and accept the consequences of your actions.” I commanded the fool, and he obeyed. Astarion and I took our places at the table as we watched the poor unfortunate soul choke and drown on the blood pooling into his lungs before he fell limp and his heart ceased its rhythmic thumping.

“What shall we do now, my darling?” Astarion asked as his eyes glinted at me from across the table. I pretended to contemplate before a sly smile overcame my features.

“The city of Baldur’s Gate could use some improvement. If we start doing acts to improve the city, and set up a scandal or two with the reigning Duke, we could take control of the city.” Astarion smiled wickedly at my statement.

“I quite like that idea. And with you by my side, we shall rule this city for eternity.”

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astarionslittlejuicebox · 5 months

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The Promise of Eternity (Part 14)

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: potential for minor spoilers, suggestive themes, language, mentions of death, mentions of blood, abusive relationship, mention of slavery, mentions of murder

Word Count: 1506

Imagine Series

Side Notes:

This imagine series takes place 200 years after the events of Baldur’s Gate 3. Everything you read in here is a story from my mind outside of the original BG3 character Astarion.

I appreciate everyone who reads the imagines and this series, and I hope you enjoy the story!

TAV POV

I awoke with a jolt at the sound of several knocks on Astarion’s door. He chuckled as his arms pulled me back to him.

“Whomever it is, they can wait.” He whispered into my ear. “If it’s the fucking tiefling, she will get the message.” Another knock sounded at the door, but more urgent than the one before.

“She’ll get curious if you don’t answer.” I whispered to him as I nudged him with my nose. “You could drink the antidote and play some games with her.”

“What about you?” He hummed. “What will you do?” I smiled at him.

“Oh I’ll be here, enjoying the show, hidden from sight.” Astarion raised an eyebrow as I sat up then walked across the room to give him the antidote from my satchel. He drank the contents of the bottle before he gave it back to me. “Old habits from Cazador die hard, don’t they?” I gave a small chuckle.

“But this time you’re fully in control.” I gave him a wink and a kiss before turning myself invisible. Astarion bore a sly smile before he threw a robe over his naked body and answered the door. The tiefling had her hand posed to knock again.

“There you are! I was beginning to worry that something had happened to you!” Her nasal voice made the eyeballs in my head roll within their sockets while Astarion gave her the fakest smile I’ve seen from him in centuries.

“I was merely still dreaming sweet dreams about you, dearest.” The pale elf did his best to hide the malice in his voice as he called her the pet name, and I almost missed it. The tiefling looked none-the-wiser as she stepped into the room. A panicked thought crossed my mind as I glanced over to see my dress still in a pile on the bathroom floor. I quietly rushed into the bathroom and slid my dress out of view from the doorway and quietly threw it into the bottom of the laundry hamper. If they think I’m gone, then I need to not leave evidence that I’m here. When I returned to the doorway, the tiefling had her arms wrapped around Astarion’s neck, and I felt my blood boil with anger. Keeping my cool, I stalked over to stand behind her. My hands itched to wrap themselves around her delicate neck as my fangs begged to be buried in her neck.

Two hundred years of habits from Cazador make it easy. Astarion’s words echoed in my ears. Fake a smile, play the part, and everything is fine. I put my tongue between my teeth as he kissed her lips in what appeared to any spectator to be a passionate kiss. A thought occurred to me at this moment: why did the fae stick around for a century? Her clawed fingers dug into his curls, and I tried my best not to let my jealousy rear its ugly head and choke her with the cord that conveniently held the nearby drapes in place. As they kissed passionately, I caught a glimpse of the chef passing by in the hallway, who had stopped to look upon the scene in the bedroom.

Someone forgot to shut the door. I thought to myself as a look of anger and jealousy flashed briefly on the elf’s face. I studied the elf in curiosity as I reflected on the betrayal he was committing against Hiedra. She had believed him to be making a permanent charming potion, but he was secretly making a potent poison to kill the vampire lord himself to avenge his daughter. I felt my lips curl upwards in amusement of it all, and the chef left to continue his path to wherever he was going. Noticing that things were getting heated between Astarion and the tiefling, I took it upon myself to follow the chef.

I was only aware of the lack of clothes on me as the chilled air of the halls raised goosebumps on my skin—something that hadn’t happened in over two hundred years. Shaking away the appreciation of becoming an ascended vampire, I focused on the mutterings coming from the chef.

“I am only toying with him.” He said in a high-pitched, mocking tone. “Once he’s under our control I will never have to do those things with him again.” I fought the urge to laugh as it seemed the chef was highly bothered by the behaviors of the fae.

It seems that not everyone’s partners are as tolerant of the situation as others are. I thought to myself as I followed him into the kitchen.

“We shall see how she reacts when the vampire drops dead after his morning glass of wine.” He sinisterly spoke as he walked over to the counter in the middle of the large room. A fire roared in the fireplace on the far back wall with a black cauldron cooking a heavenly smelling dish. I recognized the bottle sitting on the black marble surface as the bottle from the chest in the chef’s room—the one I had determined to be poison. Ahriman paused to look up at the ceiling. “Then we will finally have our revenge, Maryanna.” The elf then turned his attention to continue preparing breakfast, and I slipped away without a sound. Rushing to my room, the invisibility spell fell as I closed the door to my bedchambers. I looked around the room as the place had appeared to be ransacked: books and clothes scattered haphazardly on the floor. Several of my decorations had been discarded and broken on the floor, and my chest at the bottom of the bed had been left open.

I rolled my eyes as I carefully stepped over the items on the floor and made my way into the closet, where more of my clothes were thrown about. I picked up a tight-fitting black shirt and black leather pants before dressing myself. Deciding to wear soft-soled leather shoes, I covered my feet before I heard the bedchamber door open. My eyes widened as I quietly uttered the words for the invisibility spell and peered from behind the wall of the doorway.

Astarion stood in the doorway with a scrutinizing lookas he took in the scene in my bedchambers. I watched his crimson eyes absorb every piece of broken decor and every fabric thrown upon the floor with a slight frown before the tiefling appeared in the doorway behind him. His crimson eyes flashed with anger as he took in the violation of my space, but the tiefling stepped inside the room.

“In her hurry to leave, I think she forgot something of high importance….” The nasal voice trailed off as she approached the bed and picked up a vial of red liquid for Astarion to see. “It appears that your beloved spawn has broken one of your rules.” I felt the blood boil within my veins as I witnessed the fae trying to frame me for the blood stolen from Astarion. I studied the vampire as pure anger showed on his face as he took the vial from her clawed hand. “I shall let you process this. Once you are ready, I’ll see you at breakfast.” She tried to place a kiss upon his cheek, but he pulled away from her. Without any more words, the tiefling left the room.

I felt the once undead organ in my chest beat rapidly in anger as I stepped into the doorway of the closet and dropped my concentration on the spell. A look of pure anger must’ve been on my face because Astarion’s face softened once he noticed my presence.

“Please tell me that I will have the luxury of taking her life.” I growled quietly. “I will admit the plan was well thought out to pin the blood on me, but they must have mistaken you for a fool.” Astarion quietly walked over to me and gave me a sinister smile.

“They have no idea who they are messing with.” He whispered as his fingers interlaced with mine.

“Speaking of, the chef plans to serve you the poison this morning with breakfast.” I watched a fire of anger flare within the crimson orbs staring at me. “I plan to switch your wine glass with hers.” The fingers of my other hand walked up Astarion’s chest. “Once she is taken care of, I will thoroughly enjoy watching you punish the chef for his misdeeds.” I purred into the pointed ear of my lover, whose arm gripped me closer to him. “With those two gone, perhaps we shall begin our plans to rule Baldur’s Gate, so no one shall threaten us again?” Sparkling eyes of amusement met mine as he gave me a breathtaking smile.

“My, my, who would’ve thought turning you into a true vampire would be such a turn on.” His voice was full of admiration. “And how much more fun our lives would be.” We shared a knowing smirk between us.

“Let’s go take care of these vermin.”

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astarionslittlejuicebox · 5 months

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The Promise of Eternity (Part 13)

MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: potential for minor spoilers, suggestive themes, language, mentions of death, mentions of blood, abusive relationship, mention of slavery, EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD (18+)

Imagine Series

Word Count: 1454

Side Notes:

This imagine series takes place 200 years after the events of Baldur’s Gate 3. Everything you read in here is a story from my mind outside of the original BG3 character Astarion.

I appreciate everyone who reads the imagines and this series, and I hope you enjoy the story!

TAV POV

If my heart had been beating with life in my chest, I am sure it would have stopped beating at Astarion’s words.

“You don’t mean—“ I started, but the pale elf’s lips on mine stopped the words from coming out of my mouth.

“Let’s satisfy that hunger of yours darling. I wanna see how sweet you taste after you’ve had your fill of me.” His voice deepened with arousal as he gently pushed me down on the soft mattress. I bounced lightly from the force of his shove before he climbed up between my thighs, planting soft hungry kisses as he trailed up my body. A perfect hand grasped my neck in a light chokehold as his nose trailed along the artery that used to beat with a strong pulse. His tongue swiped a trail from the base of my neck to just below my ear, and the sensation sent a shudder through my body.

“It’s been far too long since I’ve had you.” His voice dripped with arousal and sparked the familiar tingle between my thighs. He harshly sucked the space below my ear as a mere distraction from his other hand wandering down between my legs, which I only noticed when he rubbed between my folds and gained a surprised gasp from me. Taking this moment of surprise, Astarion’s lips hungrily captured mine as our kiss turned hungrier for each other. His expert fingers drew a moan from me as he teased the dripping hole, and a deep chuckle came from the man above me.

“Look at you, pet, so wet for me—so eager for me.” He teased me further by avoiding the action I wanted and withdrew his hand completely before he moved it to tug and twist his nipple in my hand. “I know you’re hungry for my touch, but I know you’re hungry for something more.” The husky words from his mouth made me clench my thighs together. He pulled my hips to him before rolling us over, and now I was straddling his still clothed hips. His hands ravaged my breasts as his eyes twinkled with amusement as my eyes darkened with arousal. My fangs itched to be buried into a neck or artery, but I waited patiently for permission to do so.

“Look at you—still fully clothed—but so hard for his favorite pet.” Astarion let out a low moan at my words, and his dick hardened even more beneath me. His trousers kept him contained, and I toyed with the trim of his blood red shirt. I leaned down and licked a swipe up his neck before I whispered seductively in his ear. “May I undress you, sir?” His hips bucked upwards to create some friction between us. My nose trailed down his neck as I planted soft kisses against his soft skin before I reached the collar of his shirt. Delicate fingers wrapped themselves in my freshly washed hair as he pulled me into a hungry kiss. His fangs nipped at my lip and drew a little bit of blood.

“Oh my sweet pet—“ He growled in my ear before he flipped us over and pinned me down on the bed. “—you treat me so well, but tonight is about you.” His words sent chills across my skin and more wetness pooled between my legs as I watched him plant sloppy kisses down my stomach and thighs. He teasingly ghosted his lips over the place I wanted him most as he kissed and sucked on the inner skin of my thighs. I let out a soft sigh of satisfaction as his tongue swiped over my drenched folds. “You taste absolutely divine.” The breath from his words across my sensitive area sent a shiver through my legs before he indulged himself hungrily. He lapped at my juices, and his tongue expertly swirled around the sensitive bundle of nerves. His hands pinned my thighs spread-eagle for him as I writhed beneath the vampire. My eyes could barely open enough to see his crimson eyes staring expectantly up at me as he ravaged me, and my fingers laced themselves in his soft snow-white curls to pull his hair lightly. His moan sent vibrations through my core and caused a moan of my own to escape my mouth. I felt the familiar tightening of my muscles in the lower part of my body before he suddenly pulled away from me. A mewl of dissatisfaction left me, and Astarion chuckled in response before he peeled the clothes concealing him off of himself. I marveled at the exquisite physique this man had, and a century hadn’t changed much about him in physical appearance—he still looked like a statue to marvel at.

“Do you like what you see, darling?” He amusingly asked as I blatantly stared at him. I smirked at the question he asked before I arched my back and posed for him.

“Do you like what you see, darling?” The arousal in my voice sent a physical shudder through the vampire’s body as a mischievous grin appeared on his wet lips. Wiping his face, he inched closer to me and eagerly kissed me. Our tongues fought each other for dominance before he earned a yelp of surprise as he drew blood from my lip.

“I don’t like what I see—I love what I see.” He whispered in my ear before he sank his fangs into my neck. I grasped his curls as the pleasurable sensation of him sucking my blood overtook my senses. After a few moments, he pulled back and my blood left a small trail from the right corner of his mouth. Grinning wildly, I used the brief moment to flip us over. Once on his back, Astarion cocked his head to the side. “Go on love, have your fill.” My left eyebrow raised itself in question.

“I say you’ve more than earned this reward.” He placed his arms cockily behind his head. “Don’t stop until I tell you otherwise.” My tongue snaked out and wet my lips before I leaned over the man below me. I kissed and sucked on his neck before I sank my fangs into his soft flesh. I barely heard the moan that left his lips as the sweet taste of a finely aged spiced sangria flowed into my mouth. A moan left my lips as Astarion took the opportunity to thrust into the wetness dripping down my legs. He held my head close to him as he refused to hold back his effort to make up for the last hundred years.

“Good girl.” His praises rang in my ears. “Drink your fill and take your place the vampire I want to rule by my side for eternity.” My legs shook from pleasure as my arms struggled to support my weight. “Just a little bit more, my queen.” I could feel the insatiable hunger easing as I continued to indulge in his intoxicatingly sweet blood and the feeling of him pounding into my core. I could feel my muscles tensing in the familiar sensation of pure pleasure as the elf shifted slightly to hit my G spot. Astarion’s pants in my ear almost sent me over the edge, but I fought against it, waiting for confirmation to let go.

Hands gripped my hips tightly as a husky voice commanded me to let go. Pure ecstasy took over my senses as I came all over him the same moment his fangs sank into my neck. He came undone moments after me and thrusted until both of our highs were done. Sighing heavily, I licked the bite mark I left on his neck. I laid on his chest as he calmly stroked my hair.

“How does it feel to be a full vampire, my queen?” He asked as I closed my eyes, relishing in this moment.

“I’m surprised that you made me one.” I answered honestly. “You told me so many years ago it would happen in time, but I never thought the time would come.” A gentle kiss was planted on the top of my head.

“You’ve proven that you deserve it. Now, we truly are the most powerful people in all the realm.” He shifted slightly under me. “Rest now, my love, for tomorrow we shall deal with the enemies that infiltrated our home.” I sighed as sleepiness weighed my eyelids down.

“Too bad I can’t drain that bitch dry without making her a spawn.” I quietly muttered then yawned. “But I will take great pleasure in killing her.” The chest under me rubbled with a light chuckle.

“I shall enjoy watching you do so.�� Astarion said before I lifted my head and he pressed a kiss to my lips. “Sleep well, my love.”

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astarionslittlejuicebox · 5 months

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The Promise of Eternity (Part 12)

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: potential for minor spoilers, suggestive themes, language, mentions of death, mentions of blood, abusive relationship, mention of slavery, NUDITY MENTIONED

Word Count: 1204

Imagine Series

Side Notes:

This imagine series takes place 200 years after the events of Baldur’s Gate 3. Everything you read in here is a story from my mind outside of the original BG3 character Astarion.

I appreciate everyone who reads the imagines and this series, and I hope you enjoy the story!

TAV POV

“Go start you a warm bath, my dearest treasure.” Astarion said as he walked over to the doors and flicked the lock. The ache in my muscles begged me to listen to him, so I went into the exquisitely decorated bathroom with a grand bathtub and turned on the hot water. The white marble floors felt cool under my bare feet, and the warmth of the bath water beckoned me to sink into the water. Arms wrapped around my waist as an alluring voice whispered in my ear. “You’ve been such a good girl.” His breath tickled the hairs on my neck as goosebumps rose on my arms. Light fingers danced across the small bumps rising on my arms as the vampire’s delicate fingers traced their way up my shoulders and to the lace that held my dress tight to my body.

“You could’ve hated me after the century of hell I’ve put you through—“ Skilled fingers undid the lace as his lips ghosted down the skin of my neck. “—and left me to the devious plans of those fools.” The jade dress that covered my body fell onto the floor with a soft thud as the cool air greeted my body, causing a shudder to shake my body involuntarily. “But, you still continue to surprise me and stay by my side despite the pain you endured.” Astarion pressed a light kiss to my neck, and I held back a light moan as he chuckled at me.

“I had almost given up hope.” I whispered to him. “I had almost thought you didn’t want me anymore.” A hand ghosted over my hips before he pulled my bare back to lay against his chest.

“You deserve far more than me, my darling. You deserve the whole world and more than I can give you.” Cool lips pressed a kiss in the small area below my left ear. “Why you choose to stay with me is beyond my comprehension.” Another kiss was laid on my neck, lower than the previous one. “Regardless, I am eternally grateful that you stay by my side. No one has been as kind, caring or compassionate as you have been to me over the last few centuries.” He kissed the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. His fingers intertwined with mine as he led me over to the bathtub.

“The water is cooling down, let’s get you cleaned up, my love.” I let him guide me into the warm water. As I sank down into the water, I let out a sigh of relief. I felt the tense slowly easing its way out of my body and muscles. I closed my eyes at the sensation before Astarion’s knowledgeable hands worked at the knots in my shoulders. “You’re so tense. Let’s see if we can get you a bit more comfortable.” His skilled hands worked and massaged the muscles that cried in relief at the careful attention he was giving me. After massaging my muscles, he took a brush before he undid the braid in my hair and brushed out the tiny tangles I had gathered throughout the day. He took careful care as his fingers washed my hair and massaged my scalp with my favorite peach scented shampoo. Continuing the lavish treatment of pampering me, he found my favorite bar of soap that smelled of strawberries and cream before he began to lather suds onto my skin, washing the dirt and grime of the beach and rock cave off of me.

After rinsing my skin of the delicious smelling soap, I stood up and wrapped myself in the plush red towel Astarion handed to me. Using his offered hand to steady myself, I stepped out of the pleasantly warm water and onto the chilled marble floor. I dried myself off as Astarion left the room, but without his presence to distract me, my growing need to feed reared its ugly head as I struggled to will away the ache in my fangs and stomach. I forced a small smile onto my face as I walked back into the bedchambers I had once shared with the vampire who, upon seeing my fake smile, gave me a knowing smirk as he waltzed over to me and took my hand in his then placed a single kiss upon the top of my hand.

“After I ascended, I was surprised you had let me kill all those spawn in the process. When the ritual was all said and done, I no longer had such a hunger to feed as I did when I was a mere spawn under that wretched vampire whose name we shall not mention.” He led me to sit on his bed, and he kneeled before me while he stared into my eyes. “When I asked you if you wanted to be mine forever, do you remember what you said?” His crimson eyes sparked with a knowing humor behind them.

“I don’t want to just be a spawn. I want to be a true vampire like you.” A small smile graced my lips. “You said there’d never be another vampire like you.” I took the opportunity to caress his face gingerly because I had missed doing so over the last hundred years. His skin felt so soft under my touch like a satin pillowcase. “Your dark consort, your right hand, your most beloved spawn—together you and I would be the most powerful people in the world.” A smile graced itself on my lips as I recalled his words and that night, and Astarion stared at me with such admiration in his eyes.

“Do you remember what I said to you before I drank every last drop of your blood and made you mine forever?” His voice was quiet as he asked his second question and stared at me with expected eyes, and my smile widened.

“You have given me everything. Thank you.” Astarion smiled fondly at me before he spoke his next words.

“You have given me everything, and you have stayed with me through everything. You were there when I was a spawn living in survival mode. You were the silver tongued fox who talked the devil into killing himself so Raphael would tell me about my scars. You were the one who helped me carve the same wretched scars into the back of that monster.” He growled in anger, but he quickly composed himself. “Even now, you stayed loyal to me despite everything that damn creature made me do to you.” The Adam’s Apple in his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“You have a heart of gold, and I deserve no place in there. Yet, here I am taking space in the heart I stole all those years ago, and you certainly have taken every piece of my shattered heart and put them back together again.” Crimson eyes darkened with so many emotions as he spoke his next words slowly. “I told you one day I would make you a true vampire, when the time is right, and you have proven yourself truly to be my dark consort. Together we will both be unstoppable, and nothing will stand in our way—not even the enemies who have infiltrated our home.”

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astarionslittlejuicebox · 5 months

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The Promise of Eternity (Part 11)

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: potential for minor spoilers, suggestive themes, language, mentions of death, mentions of blood, abusive relationship, mention of slavery

Word Count: 827

Imagine Series

Side Notes:

This imagine series takes place 200 years after the events of Baldur’s Gate 3. Everything you read in here is a story from my mind outside of the original BG3 character Astarion.

I appreciate everyone who reads the imagines and this series, and I hope you enjoy the story!

Astarion POV

I watched as she pulled her hand gently out of my grasp and pulled a bottle from her satchel, then bit her bottom lip between her fanged teeth for a split second.

“This is the antidote for the charming wine they’ve been giving you. I don’t have much other than this one bottle because there wasn’t much of your blood left in the vial.” She reached into the bag again and pulled out a vial with a small amount of thick red liquid sloshing slightly within the glass. I stared at the drow in front of me with amazement, which she returned with a look of confusion. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Her question was hushed and spoke with a tone of embarrassment in her words. My hand raised itself to gently caress her face; the drow’s eyes filled with clear liquid that poured slowly over as she leaned into my touch but never broke eye contact with me.

“You still continue to amaze me.” The words rolled off of my tongue as I stood in front of the drow who has loved me despite every thing I have put her through. Looking at the bottle of antidote in her hand, I knew that the vulnerable spawn years ago had placed his trust in the right person when he held that dagger to her throat. “How long should the antidote work?”

“I believe the wine only stays in your system for about a couple of days or so from what I could gather in the short amount of time studying the concoction. The antidote should work about the same.” Her honeyed voice filled my chest with joy as I wrapped my hands around hers.

“Will the antidote still work if I consume the wine after drinking the antidote, or does it work like antivenom?” Her eyes scrunched with thought before she shook her head.

“It works like an antivemon--you need to ingest the venom first before you can use antivenom.” My head nodded in understanding before I stepped closer to the drow, placing myself between her legs. Her eyes darted every so slightly as she studied my face, searching for something unknown to me. “You’re in danger though, and I’m afraid we don’t have much time to prepare for what is to come. Ahriman is set on killing you for revenge on his daughter’s death. Is there something you need to tell me?”

“Perhaps during my time under the grimy thumb of Cazador, but I have not done such behaviors since you helped me ascend, my treasure.” Her eyes gave me a knowing look as she sighed heavily.

“I forget that people have no idea all of the shit you had to deal with so many centuries ago.” A smile found its way to my lips as she spoke. This woman had a true heart of gold, and I most definitely did not deserve to have the hold on it that I had. Sadness crept its way into my heart as I reflected on the feelings of loneliness and sadness I experienced during the whirlwind of memories (TAV’s name) shared with me moments ago.

I felt all of those feelings during my enslavement by Cazador, yet (TAV’s name) held on hope that I truly loved her. The thought must’ve made a frown come to my face because the drow in front of me caressed my face with a loving hand.

“I know that look. You need not to worry about the past, my love.” (TAV’s name) gave me a breathtaking smile, but she reminded me of another emotion she had unknowingly shared with me: her hunger.

“When was the last time you fed, my darling?” I asked in a low voice, which caused surprise to flash on the drow’s face for a brief moment before her face twisted to a look of embarrassment. If she had still be living, I know her ash blue cheeks would’ve turned to an ash purple.

“I may not have fed since you tasked me with finding the blood thief.” She bit her lip before she sheepishly replied to my question, and my eyes widened with surprise. It may have been a couple of centuries since I was a spawn, but I do remember the hunger pains vividly. For a brief moment, I thought about fussing at her, but another devilish thought crossed my mind.

She deserves a reward--especially after all the shit she’s put up with for the last century. Grasping her hands firmly, I pulled her to stand on her feet. Confusion etched into the drow’s perfectly sculpted brows, but she obeyed nonetheless as I led her inside my bedchambers.

“Go start you a warm bath, my dearest treasure.” I didn’t look at her as I walked to the doors and locked them. I didn’t want that damn fae to interrupt us and ruin the sweet reward that my treasure had no idea she was about to receive.

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astarionslittlejuicebox · 5 months

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The Promise of Eternity (Part 10)

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: potential for minor spoilers, suggestive themes, language, mentions of death, mentions of blood, abusive relationship, mention of slavery

Word Count: 1881

Imagine Series

Side Notes:

This imagine series takes place 200 years after the events of Baldur’s Gate 3. Everything you read in here is a story from my mind outside of the original BG3 character Astarion.

I appreciate everyone who reads the imagines and this series, and I hope you enjoy the story!

TAV POV

I didn’t drop the comfort of the invisibility spell until I was in the comfort and seclusion of the rock cave. After setting the backpack and satchel carefully on the slate gray rock floor, I took a few minutes to cast Leomund’s tiny hut to make the small cave a bit more comfortable in the cooler evening hours of the autumn season. I lit most of the candles in the cave and proceeded to set out all the supplies from my satchel and backpack. As I grabbed the vial of blood from the satchel, I felt a familiar hunger pain start in the pit of my stomach, and I mentally cursed as I had been so occupied all day and had forgotten to feed. Taking a focusing breath, I finished setting up the alchemy kit to test the contents of both flasks I had poured from the chef’s wine bottles. Pouring the liquid from the first flask into the testing tube, the amber light flickering from the burning candles gave away to my keen drow eyes that the liquid has a slight shimmer to it.

Be always weary of the surface dwellers, and even those that reside in the Underdark with us. You never know if you were to run into a fae, but you’ll know by the shimmering dust those mischievous creatures leave behind. Mother’s tough-love lessons found their way into my thoughts once more as I proceeded to test the liquid in various ways. After running a series of tests on the liquid, my eyes widened as I came to a stunning conclusion: the wine was mixed with dust from a fae, and a single drop of blood from Astarion. Further testing revealed that the wine could enable the fae creature to easily charm whoever’s blood was mixed into the wine.

Clever. I thought. Make a wine to charm a usually hard to charm elf. If I had been living in the Underdark, the effort to charm the ascended vampire might have been commended, but I was far more upset about it at the current moment. Luckily for Astarion I was trained when I was a young drow to make antidotes for such things, so I set to work making a specific antidote to the charming wine. Fortunately for me, I was able to make one charm antidote from a single drop of blood in the half-full vial; however, it did take me a few hours to correctly make it. Once it was complete, I glanced outside the cave entrance to find the moon rising slowly in the dark black sky before it disappeared behind several clouds. I sighed heavily as I begun to test the contents of the second flask. The tiefling had mentioned that it was to be a more potent and longer lasting charming potion, but as I tested and studied the second flask, I made a grave discovery: the second bottle was not a charming potion but a potent poison.

He doesn’t want to use the vampire for nefarious means, he wants to avenge his daughter. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I hurried to pack up the antidote for the charming wine and all of my evidence against the traitors living in the castle. Astarion was in terrible danger, and I had to protect him.

My unfortunate victory on the discovery was undermined, however, by the familiar ache of my fangs wanting to sink themselves into a vein. I groaned as I regretted not sneaking something for me to feed on before coming down to my hole. Ignoring the growing hunger pains, I packed my satchel with all of my evidence against the tiefling and the chef then left the cave. Checking to make sure the coast was clear, I snuck my way back up to the castle’s back door.

“Wiap (fly).” I whispered as I touched my shoulder. I felt light as a feather as my feet hovered off of the ground. I held my breath as I quietly flew up to the balcony outside of Astarion’s bedchambers. Peering through a window offset of the balcony, I noticed the tension in the shoulders of the vampire lord as he listened to the tiefling say something to him.

“Leave me. I shall seek you when I need you.” He angrily said to her as he turned away from her, but he missed the eye roll she gave him before turning on her heels and exiting the room. Those sharp crimson eyes didn’t notice me as he stepped onto the balcony and into the cool autumn night.

Astarion POV

“What have I done? Why did she leave me?” I let out in a somber voice to the night sky. Zeyis had just informed me that it appeared (TAV’s name) had abandoned the castle—abandoned me—and I felt as if my heart weighed heavy like a ton of bricks in my chest.

The one person I thought would never leave me has left. I thought to myself.

“I did not abandon you, my love.” (TAV’s name)’s hushed voice came from the darkness beside me. Startled, I turned to peer into the darkness. There, perched on the balcony railing, was the gorgeous drow I had fallen in love with many centuries ago. Her (TAV’s hair color) had small stray hairs that had fallen out of the braid her hair was done in, and her ruby-colored eyes took in my face with a bittersweet expression on her lips. The jade dress she wore was crinkled with how she was sitting, and particles of a fine white substance settled on the stone flooring beneath her feet, which were still missing their shoes. I opened my mouth to ask her what she was up to, but her slender finger pressed to her lips told me to hush. “Hiedra told you I had left the castle, didn’t she?” (TAV’s name) asked in a hushed tone, and I felt confusion spread itself on my face at the mention of the unfamiliar name.

“Zeyis told me you had left.” I replied in the same hushed tone, and I watched her eyes as she, no doubt, studied every emotion passing through my eyes. There was no use in hiding it—the drow could read me like one of her favorite books. I swear to all the stars and gods above that she was the only person in the entire realm who could see the person underneath it all, even if I tried my damnest to hide it from everyone. But the look in her eyes right now, the emotion they held, took me back to every moment that I saw the same look in her eyes: when I saw Sebastian at Cazador’s palace, the first time she heard about the carving of my scars, and every time I spoke about life as Cazador’s slave.

“Come here to me, Astarion. I have something you need to see. I know who stole your blood, but I need you to actually see what I saw.” She held out a delicately small hand to me and waited patiently for me to step towards her. “Before you ask, I fear you will understand why I can’t just tell you.” I laid my hand inside of hers, and she gave me a sorrowful smile before she spoke in Draconic. “Drex ekess wer ir geouir gipren wer irthir si sweekmon ekess kaoj (show to the one willing to receive the knowledge I seek to share).”

As (TAV’s name) spoke the last word, the world around me went black as a heavy sadness and heartbreak overcame me. Zeyis’ mischievous smirk and endless taunts echoed through my head as a multitude of flashes of myself pushing the spectator out of the way or blatantly ignoring the spectator’s words played in front of my eyes. All of the dirty insults the tiefling had ever said to the spectator continued to echo in the background until I could see myself standing in front of the spectator. I recognized the robes I had been wearing the day before, and my face bore an expression of…anger? I heard my words replay in my head, “I need you to find whomever has disgraced me in such a manner, but I do not want the entire castle to know what has transpired. You must conduct your investigation in secrecy.”

Flashes and blurs of a library filled with books and a golden dragonborn giving the spectator three specific books passed in a whirlwind before I felt the spectator’s frustration build within me as the spectator struggled to successfully complete a ritual. In a blur, I felt the familiar shifting of warm sand under the weight of the spectator’s barefeet. Brief moments of sitting in front of a large mirror with a drow staring back at me flashed before me as (TAV’s name)’s voice echoed in my mind, “Now, you need to figure out what she actually is, and how she is managing to control our little star. If you figure that out, we may be able to get him back.”

Next, I watched as a beautiful woman with pointy ears spoke with our chef, Ahriman, while standing in the rain outside of the castle before the woman shapeshifted into Zeyis. I heard Ahriman call her name, Hiedra. The visions of that night swirled and melted into Zeyis walking into a room with the chef before they discussed the creation of a potion using a vial of my blood. I felt my hands dig in a chest with a false bottom as the spectator pulled out a half-full vial of a dark crimson liquid. My nostrils were filled with the scent of a finely aged brandy, rosemary, and bergamot--a scent the spectator knew belonged to me. An empty bottle was filled with a similar liquid before the scenery blended to the spectator hastily packing a bag of some kind, but Ahriman’s voice spoke in the background, “Astarion, you will soon pay for taking my daughter from me, and you will know what it is to have lost everything.” After watching the chef leave, the spectator read the words of a letter written to the chef about his missing daughter, and my name had been mentioned in it.

Soon the spectator was testing flasks of wine and learned the tiefling was a fae in disguise. I watched as the spectator took her time creating an antidote to the charming wine the chef created, and the shock as the spectator realized the second flask wasn’t a charming potion, but a poison. I felt the familiar sting of hunger overcome my senses before I found the spectator standing in front of me, hoping I would take her hand. With a blink of my eyes, I stared at the woman in front of me who was now avoiding direct eye contact. Her throat moved as she forcefully swallowed as I made the connections to what I had just seen--she was the spectator, and she had shown me what she had seen and felt for the last hundred years along with what she learned in the last couple of days.

For the first time in a century, I could truly see her again, and I felt horrible for all of the shit I had put her through.

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The Promise of Eternity (Part 9)

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: potential for minor spoilers, suggestive themes, language, mentions of death, mentions of blood, abusive relationship, mention of slavery

Word Count: 1467

Imagine Series

Side Notes:

This imagine series takes place 200 years after the events of Baldur’s Gate 3. Everything you read in here is a story from my mind outside of the original BG3 character Astarion.

I appreciate everyone who reads the imagines and this series, and I hope you enjoy the story!

TAV POV

The tiefling made her way through the various corridors and eventually found herself in front of Ahriman’s door. I slipped in quietly behind her before she closed the door, and she immediately dropped her tiefling form. Seeing her in her form now, she looked as if she had walked straight out of a painting on display at the museum. There wasn’t a single flaw to be found on her skin nor a single scar or bruise to be seen. A small part of me felt slightly jealous looking upon her and comparing my physical appearance to her, but I snapped out of it as Ahriman walked into the room with a bottle that looked like wine. I snuck my way over to a corner of the room and hid slightly behind the large palm plant standing inconspicuously in the corner as Hiedra walked to stand in front of the balcony doors on the opposite side of the room.

“I haven’t had a successful batch of the permanently charming wine yet.” Ahriman set the bottle of wine he was holding down on the table in front of me then walked over to stand next to her. “Perhaps some more time and some more of your dust is needed for it to work?” The woman looked at the elven chef before she spoke.

“Step onto the balcony with me, love.” He followed her as she stepped outside, and I took a small flask out of my satchel. Keeping an eye on the couple talking outside, I poured the contents of the wine into the flask then closed the bottle and stash the flask before I stilled as they walked back inside.

“Am I clear?” Hiedra asked, and Ahriman nodded in response.

“Yes, my love.” He said as he walked back over to the table. A steady hand grabbed the bottle of wine, and I prayed he didn’t notice that the bottle was lighter than before. “I must go. Dinner preparations must be made.” Hiedra nodded in response.

“I must get back to Astarion. You know if I’m not nearby the effects start to wear off. Keep working on the wine. If you aren’t competent enough to make it then I will find someone more capable of the task.” A flash of blue light engulfed her body and the beautiful woman turned into the tiefling with golden eyes. “They haven’t seen much of his consort in the last few days, so perhaps she has finally taken the hint and left.” A sinister smile fell upon the tiefling’s lips. “You shall check her room tomorrow and see what you can discover that could aid us. The wizard must’ve left something behind that could benefit you in the wine-making process.” Ahriman nodded in agreement.

“As you wish.” He said, and the tiefling gave him a kiss on the lips then left the room. Once the door was shut, he let out a sigh of relief before he walked over to the trunk at the foot of his bed.

Opening it, I watched his hand pull out a half full vial of blood, and time seemed to slow to a crawl as I watched him swirl the liquid in a circle. “Astarion, you will soon pay for taking my daughter from me, and you will know what it is to have lost everything.” The bitter words left the elf’s mouth before he set the vial back into the trunk. He placed a lock on the trunk before grabbing the wine and leaving the room. I focused on the sound of fading steps before I moved from the spot where I had been standing.

A few minutes of silence followed the exit of both party members before I deemed it safe enough for me to stealth my way over to the door and quietly clicked the latch. As I did so, the invisibility spell fell and I was able to be seen. I quietly and quickly made my way over to the trunk and pulled out a set of thieves’ tools I kept in my satchel for ‘emergencies.’ I skillfully worked the padlock open and opened the trunk to reveal a pile of neatly folded clothes. Carefully moving the contents, I found a false bottom underneath the clothing and lifted it up. Underneath the thin board was a small vial of crimson liquid and another bottle of wine that looked similar to the one Ahriman took with him. Alongside both of those items was a folded piece of parchment paper. Curiously, I grabbed the small vial and opened the top. The familiar scents of a finely aged brandy, rosemary, and bergamot filled my senses—confirming the suspicion that the vial was indeed Astarion’s blood.

Having confirmed the mysterious liquid’s identity, I fetched the small vial from my bag and opened the top of it.

“Tersha drex vis ekess wer uclar di batobot di wer hofiba (Object show true to the desire of that of the fool).” I whispered as a liquid matching the appearance of Astarion’s blood swirled in the tube. It stopped once the vial reached half capacity. Satisfied, I switched the tubes and safely tucked the vial of Astarion’s blood in my satchel. Opening the second flask, I poured some of the other bottle’s contents into it so I could investigate it further. Taking notice of the paper at the bottom of the chest, I did unfold the piece of paper and read the words scribbled in hasty handwriting on the page.

Dearest father-in-law,

I am writing to you because I regret to inform you of the disappearance of Maryanna. I have searched high and low for any and all signs of her over the last three months. Last anyone had seen of her, she was working at the local tavern here in Baldur’s Gate and had made the acquaintance of a pale male elf with white hair. Asking around town, people say that his name could possibly be Astarion or Etharion, but no one knows for certain.

I am terribly sorry that I could not keep my promise to you to keep her safe, and I hope that someday you will forgive me. For now, I’m going to continue my search for her, and I will not rest until she is home.

-Derekth

My eyes widened as I read the words on the page. Astarion must’ve been under Cazador’s influence when Ahriman’s daughter went missing. I bit my lips as the thought crossed my mind. She died with all the other seven thousand victims of Cazador when we ascended Astarion. Guilt hung heavily in the pit of my stomach as the realization hit me. I folded the letter back up and placed it back in its spot. After doing so, I replaced everything as I had found it and moved towards the door.

Unlocking the door, I uttered the incantation for the invisibility spell and snuck away to my bedchambers. Once safely inside, I closed the door and took a few moments to listen. There was no sound of moments from within, so I quietly turned the lock on the door before taking the time to survey the room. Once I was certain I was alone, I dropped concentration on the spell and let out a quiet sigh of relief. My moment of relief was brief, though, for I knew time was of the essence before they discovered my trick.

I got to work scrubbing the floor under the rug where I had drawn my circle and started throwing books and candles into a large backpack. If they think I’m gone, then I shall disappear. I thought to myself as I hurried to pack, but tried my best to be quiet in the process. I packed my alchemy kit and other things in the bag before I deemed the room to be of little importance to the traitorous chef in the morning. With a small victorious smile, I put the backpack on my shoulders, put the satchel on, and unlocked the door. It was a race against time to figure out what was in the contents of the wine bottle and how to stop the evil pair; however, there was a small part of me that wanted to seek out Astarion and let him know what was going on within his own castle. On the other hand, I know without a doubt that Hiedra still has a devilish hold on my lover while he is still drinking their wine.

Taking one last look around the room I had taken space in for the last century, I felt a deep sadness within my chest, but I also felt a small sense of hope blossoming within me. I spoke the words of my incantation once more and left the castle—bound for my hiding spot.

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The Promise of Eternity (Part 8)

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: potential for minor spoilers, suggestive themes, language, mentions of death, mentions of blood, abusive relationship, mention of slavery

Word Count: 702

Imagine Series

Side Notes:

This imagine series takes place 200 years after the events of Baldur’s Gate 3. Everything you read in here is a story from my mind outside of the original BG3 character Astarion.

I appreciate everyone who reads the imagines and this series, and I hope you enjoy the story!

TAV POV

I hovered around the yard as I looked for any sign of the tiefling arriving at our doorstep, and I noticed a couple of figures standing at the edge of the pathway. Taking cover in the nearby shrubbery, I focused on the two figures: one figure was a beautiful looking woman with blonde hair and striking golden eyes with pointy ears, and the second figure was an older elven male with golden brown hair and piercing green eyes. My eyes narrowed on their own accord as I recognized the elf as the chef we had just recently hired before the tiefling’s arrival, Ahriman . The other figure bore a striking resemblance to the tiefling that disrupted our lives.

“Are you sure that the plan will work?” Ahriman asked the beautiful looking woman, who smiled sinisterly in response.

“My darling pet, you have planted the seeds to enable my entrance into the mansion. Did you give him the potion as I instructed?” The chef nodded eagerly in response.

“Of course, Hiedra. He drank it with his evening cup of wine, and he was none the wiser.” I felt the blood in my dead veins boil at the interaction as the woman transformed in a flash of blue light to the familiar tiefling that ruined my life.

Hiedra? That name sounds familiar. I thought to myself as I watched the interaction. Where have I heard that name before?

“Excellent. Then everything shall work, and in a few years time, his guard will be let down enough for me to get exactly what we need from him. Once we have that, we can figure out how to utilize him to take over the world as our servant.” Ahriman laughed as the woman finished her sentence.

“Good. Then the fucking bastard won’t be able to terrorize anyone any longer. What will you do for his consort?” The tiefling laughed.

“Oh, she will leave of her own accord once she realizes that he won’t have any time for her after my arrival.” He gave a nod to her before they went their separate ways; she went to the door and the chef returned the way towards the servants’ quarters. Once they disappeared from sight, I found myself back in the rock cave—seated on the floor in the middle of the circle. I took a moment to reflect on the events I had just witnessed, and I could feel myself getting pissed at what transpired the night that tiefling showed up, but I knew I couldn’t do anything without any proof.

Now to figure out where I know the name Hiedra from, what the liquid is they’re giving Astarion, and what the hell she’s doing with his blood. Gathering my stuff, I hurried to get back to the castle.

Before I entered the castle, I recast the invisibility spell on myself and snuck into the castle. No one noticed me as I stealthily walked through the hallways. I stopped by my bedchambers to grab two flasks and a small vial before I made my way to Astarion’s bedchambers. I paused outside the double doors and pressed my ear against the solid wood. Closing my eyes, I focused my highly sensitive drow ears on any noise coming from behind the door and quickly moved to step away from the door before the doors flung open. The tiefling herself strolled out from the room.

“I’ll see you later.” She nasally spoke to someone in the room before she started walking down the hall. I stepped out from behind the door as Astarion exited the room and shut the door behind him. My heart told me to reveal myself and tell him of what I saw, but my head knew that I needed to figure out all the shit with the tiefling first. You never go into war based on a measly assumption. My mother’s cold and cruel voice spoke in my head. Assumptions are what threaten the delicate balance of power, but proof of wrongdoings will enable you to wage any war. Heeding my biological mother’s advice, I followed the tiefling as she rounded the corner and made haste towards the servants’ wing of the castle. I prayed to any and all gods listening that I could find out what that shapeshifter was hiding.

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astarionslittlejuicebox · 5 months

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The Promise of Eternity (Part 7)

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: potential for minor spoilers, suggestive themes, language, mentions of death, mentions of blood, abusive relationship, mention of slavery

Word Count: 1390

Imagine Series

Side Notes:

This imagine series takes place 200 years after the events of Baldur’s Gate 3. Everything you read in here is a story from my mind outside of the original BG3 character Astarion.

I appreciate everyone who reads the imagines and this series, and I hope you enjoy the story!

TAV POV

The cream sand felt warm under my bare feet as I walked along the coast of the emerald sea. Sand shifted and swallowed my small feet as I stepped lightly across the long stretch of the empty beach. Small impressions of my footsteps were the only clue to my presence interrupting the otherwise serene landscape. At the end of the beach, where sand fully met the water, there was a cluster of bushes that stood unkept and free of the gardener’s touch. Beyond those bushes was a small rock cave, hidden and safe from prying eyes. Once I was hidden away from the sun’s rays and the world, I dropped concentration on the invisibilty spell I had cast whilst I was walking in the castle. I followed the short tunnel to an open area in the cave, where I finally felt safe from anyone and everyone. I let out a sigh of pure relief as the items I had left in the cave still appeared untouched. The small clearing in the cave had small candles of various colors standing about the room; some of the candles were more used than others, but they were all currently unlit. Soft velvet pillows were still laid about on the floor, and a small table with a little shrine to Mystra stood shyly in front of the western wall. I lit some of the candles before I set my satchel down next to a velvet pillow in the center of the cave. Taking a seat on the pillow, I crossed my legs and closed my eyes.

One of things I had learned once I left the Underdark was that wizards needed to be of clear mind and body when using or performing certain spells. While I thought I was in the best mental state I could be in, something in the back of my mind was nagging at me that I needed to figure something really important out before I could properly perform the spell. I clasped my hands together as I took a deep breath. I stilled my mind and found myself staring at my reflection in a large mirror that occupied the length of the large open room. I stared at the ruby-red eyes that I had not seen truly reflected back at me for over two centuries, and I studied them. They seemed to have dulled either from a lack of sleep or a lack of compassion from those dearest to her. My (TAV’s hair color) hadn’t grown since I became a vampire spawn and my face hardly looked a day over two hundred years old.

“It’s been a while since you’ve sought me.” My reflection spoke with a somber tone. “I was beginning to think you had forgotten how to reach me.” I felt my lips pull downwards into a frown.

“I do apologize. I had not needed to clear my mind in a while.” The sad tone to my voice made my reflection frown.

“You may not have felt the need to clear your mind, but you have needed my console on a most pressing matter.” I felt my eyebrow lift on its own accord. “You have been ignoring this matter for far too long.” Her words brought confusion into my mind. “Do not tell me that you have given up any and all hope for Astarion?”

“It is hard to hold onto hope for someone to change their pattern of behavior that they’ve decided to use for a hundred years.” My eyes rolled in their socket at my mirror-self. “I am losing hope that something will change with him, yes.” The drow’s head in the mirror shook itself in disappointment at me.

“Think about something for a moment, will you, (TAV’s name)? When did Astarion’s behavior change?” I pondered the question I was asked as I thought about the night where everything changed between Astation and myself.

It had been during a spring rain storm when our butler, Ilvisar, knocked on our bedchamber door in the late hours of the evening. He informed Astarion of a drenched visitor standing on our doorstep, but Astarion had waved a dismissive hand towards the elf butler. Ilvisar had informed us that the visitor was adamant about speaking with the lord of the house. Reluctantly, Astarion and I followed the butler to the front door, where a blonde tiefling stood with her back facing us and water dripping onto the hardwood floors. I remember Astarion opening his mouth to say something, but when she made eye contact with him, all he said was, “What is a gorgeous creature like you doing out in the rain?” From that moment forward, wherever Astarion went she followed. My eyebrows furrowed again as I recalled the events from that fateful night.

“How long has it been since the tiefling has come into your life?” A perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose on the drow in the mirror’s face.

“She’s been in our life for…” My next words came out of my mouth slowly. “...at least a century.” Something about that statement felt off. Tieflings live, age, and mature at the same rate as humans, and have a life expectancy of at least a century, while some can live up to a hundred fifty years of age. However, the tiefling has shown no signs of aging since the day she arrived.

“It’s quite a curiosity that she hasn’t seemed to age at all in the last century.” The drow in the mirror studied my face as I let her statement simmer in my mind. “She still has a beating heart and breathes oxygen in her lungs.”

“Curious indeed. She is certainly not a spawn nor a vampire.” I admitted aloud, but I thought about something else. “Astarion has come to see me twice in the past couple of days.”

“Indeed he has. Tell me, during those visits, have you seen a glimmer of your lover in his eyes?” The reflection cocked her head to the side in a questioning way. “Have you not seen how he looks at you whenever the tiefling is not present?” Her last question brought my attention back to her as brief moments where Astarion smiled at me or seemed to notice my presence occurred whenever the tiefling wasn’t around, but those moments were few and far between for the tiefling hardly left the vampire’s side. The drow in the mirror was right, something was off about the tiefling. A knowing smile came upon the drow’s face in the reflection.

“She’s not a tiefling.” I spoke aloud, and the reflection slowly clapped her hands.

“Finally, you used your brain cells.” The reflection said with relief evident in her voice. “Now, you need to figure out what she actually is, and how she is managing to control our little star. If you figure that out, we may be able to get him back.” I gave the reflection a nod before I closed my eyes again. When I opened my eyes, I was back in the rock cave staring at the small stone statue of Mystra. Looking around the small cave, I had an idea.

I found a small rock and etched the circle and symbols from the book into the ground. Next, I found four pillar candles to place in each of the four corners. I grabbed the only red candle in the room and sat it in the middle of the circle. Following the steps written in the midnight blue book, I took a seat in the center of the circle and lit the final candle. Closing my eyes, I visualized outside of the house the night of the tiefling’s arrival and recited the chant. I felt a gush of heavy wind swirl around me before I felt myself hovering in the air.

I was floating above the ground in the pouring rain during the late evening hours. Looking to my right, I found the entrance of our castle standing proudly in the darkness. My favorite flowers were standing strongly in the flowerbeds by the steps to the front door--a sight I hadn’t seen in the century since the tiefling’s arrival. My eyes widened with excitement as I realized that the spell had finally worked, and I was about to get some answers about the mysterious tiefling living as an imposter in my house.

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astarionslittlejuicebox · 5 months

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The Promise of Eternity (Part 6)

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: potential for minor spoilers, suggestive themes, language, mentions of death, mentions of blood, abusive relationship, mention of slavery, mentions of spell work, degrading talk

Word Count: 699

Imagine Series

Side Notes:

This imagine series takes place 200 years after the events of Baldur’s Gate 3. Everything you read in here is a story from my mind outside of the original BG3 character Astarion.

I appreciate everyone who reads the imagines and this series, and I hope you enjoy the story!

There is mentions of symbols and a ritual for time travel in this part, the “ritual” mentioned in this section is not from any Dungeons and Dragons official content nor is it a legitimate spell. It is something from original creation with the exception of the image used to illustrate the circle and symbols for the reader’s visualization! Thus being said, the words are written in Draconic language from Dungeons and Dragons (5th edition), and the words in parenthesis are the common/english translation of the words written.

TAV POV

“What in the Hells am I doing wrong?” I quietly let out in frustration as another puff of blue smoke fizzled in the air as the spell failed again for the fourth time. The second set of four blue candles had almost burned down to the ends, and the disappointment of learning this spell was beginning to weigh on me. Astarion was relying on me to be able to perform this ritual to find out who had wronged him, and I was failing, yet again.

He wants me because you have failed to provide him with what he needs to be the vampire lord he deserves to be. The tieflings malicious words echoed in my head as I closed my eyes. You’re just holding him back, and he doesn’t want you anymore. Her sharp-toothed smile seared itself into my mind as tears threatened to spill onto the chalk on the floor. I forced a deep breath in my dead lungs and moved to grab more blue candles. Pausing at the desk, I read the ritual steps once again.

Draw your circle with the following imagery in a ten-foot diameter circle.

2. Place a blue candle on each of the four corners, and a red candle in the middle.

3. Light each candle starting with the bottom left most candle and light the other blue candles in a clockwise circle while reciting: “Tairais confn ekess ve (Time come to me) Nymuer sia relgr (Hear my call) For wer sjach di tairais (For the shadow of time) Jilgic wer anyuic si sweekmon (Holds the answers I seek).”

4. Seat yourself in the middle of the circle and meditate on the point in time. The spell works best if performed in the room of the event you seek to witness, but can be performed off location with slight variation to the words recited.

5. While meditating on the event you wish to witness, “Sjachi di tairais evnek ekess ve (Shadows of time reveal to me) Onqsittoupt di wer boja jasevea shafaer we sameja (Impressions of the the past left on the Weave). Irthosi kagh lapietic thric throdenilt houpetor (Secrets and lies no more hidden) Erekess depfmimohjv siwiemif ekess sweekmonir sidric (Through candlelight revealed to seeking eyes). Mystra coenllyl sia relgr (Mystra heed my call) Drex ve svabol coi ui si uclar ekess ocuir (Show me what it is I desire to see).”

The words of the ritual written in the book made sense to me, but somehow still seemed illusive in practice. I closed the book with a frustrated sigh, and placed the book in my satchel. Taking a look outside the windows, the sun was beginning to hang heavily in the sky, inching towards the horizon slowly. A small voice in the back of my head told me that I needed to take the books and take a break from the ritual to think.

Magic comes to those with a clear mind. The voice of my matron coldly reminded me of my lessons in magic from my time growing up in the Underdark. Lolth only helps those who are clear in their intentions. I moved the large area rug to cover the chalk circle and placed the candles in the trunk at the end of my bed. The books weighed down my satchel, but I carried them with me as I made my way out of my room and out of the castle. As I walked through the hall, I passed several servants who were busy cleaning and preparing the house for dinner. Small smiles were exchanged between myself and the servants as I walked through the darkened hallways. Once I rounded one of the corners and saw no one there, I touched my shoulder and whispered one word: rifstejar. A bright blue light briefly engulfed my body before I disappeared from everyone’s view. Now, I was able to sneak out to the beach at the base of the cliff that supported the large castle and focus on clearing my mind. With a newfound sense of peace, the heels on my feet came off and found themselves in my satchel before I ran to my secluded spot hidden in the rock cave by the shore.

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astarionslittlejuicebox · 5 months

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The Promise of Eternity (Part 5)

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: potential for minor spoilers, suggestive themes, language, mentions of death, mentions of blood, abusive relationship, mention of slavery

Word Count: 1145

Imagine Series

Side Notes:

This imagine series takes place 200 years after the events of Baldur’s Gate 3. Everything you read in here is a story from my mind outside of the original BG3 character Astarion.

I appreciate everyone who reads the imagines and this series, and I hope you enjoy the story!

TAV POV

“Good morning, Mistress.” I awoke the next morning with a startle as Kristiana knocked and entered my bedchambers.

“Fuck!” My hand clutched where my heart would have been beating through my chest. “Kristiana, damn, I’m sorry. You startled me.” The woman frowned slightly as she took in the sight of me still in yesterday’s clothes.

“Mistress, did you not go to bed last night?” Concern laced in every word she spoke, but I waved a dismissive hand.

“Do not fret. I was merely doing some very interesting reading and lost track of time.” I gave her a reassuring smile as I took note of my page and closed the book. “Let’s get dressed for the day.”

After bathing and getting dressed in a beautiful jade dress that flowed around my ankles, I dismissed Kristiana again for the whole day under the guise that I wanted her to enjoy the change of season. I waited until she left before I opened Inception of Yesterday and reread the last page I had fallen asleep on, and my eyes widened in surprise. This page had a detailed step-by-step process of a ritual Elminster had done in 1000 DR to see what caused a catastrophic fire in the Waterdeep Palace. If my heart still had a rhythmic beating, it would have increased its pace as my eyes reread and then read again the words on the page. A sliver of hope began to sprout in my chest as I studied the steps, but a small voice in the back of my head also began to sow doubt in the back of my mind.

There is only one way to test this. I thought to myself. I have to see if I can do the ritual and see what happened here last night. I read again the list of ingredients needed for the ritual: four red candles, a single blue candle, chalk, and a connection to the Weave. I bit at my lip as I looked up from the book. I needed to head back into town for supplies, and I had a feeling that I might need to have a few rounds of those supplies. Magic has a tendency to be temperamental when attempting it for the first time.

Gathering my coat and placing the books from the library in my bag, I threw open my bedroom door to find Astarion standing there with his fist poised to knock on my door before I let out a startled yelp. A perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised itself on the pale elf’s face at the sight of me.

“I have to go into town for supplies.” I answered before Astarion could ask anything of me. “I may require your assistance later on for the task you have asked of me, but I need to see if I am capable of doing the spell first. So, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go.” The words fumbled out of my mouth as I avoided prolonged eye contact with the pair of crimson eyes I had been in love with for centuries now. The same ones that continued to break my heart for the last century. I said nothing more as I pushed past Astarion and closed the door behind me.

“Darling, you seem to have forgotten something.” His velvety voice sounded amused as I started to walk away from him. I paused and noticed that the sole of my foot felt cooler than before. Looking down, I had noticed what the vampire had alluded to: I wasn’t wearing shoes. I groaned before turning around, but Astarion stood in front of my door, blocking my reentry. “Does your maiden not take care in getting you dressed?”

“I dismissed her this morning after putting on my dress.” The words bitterly left my mouth as I avoided eye contact with the piercing red eyes staring at me. Why did he suddenly seem to care? He hadn’t in a century. A deep chuckle sounded from his chest, which made me look at him. “Can I put my shoes on now, or do you wish to ridicule me further?” Any amusement that was on the elf’s face dissipated at my question.

“Darling—” He began, but I raised a hand to stop him.

“Forgive me, my Lord, but you have asked a task of me and I must do so. I am not sure what has changed recently, but you cannot just resume calling someone darling when you’ve treated them like a speck of dirt or a bug to be squashed for the last hundred years.” Those crimson eyes of his widened at my outburst. “Now, if you will forgive me, I have to get these supplies, and do my duty. I’m sure your tiefling is looking for you.” He made no move to stop me as he stepped out of my way, and he was gone by the time I threw on a pair of heels to match my dress.

I hadn’t spoken to Astarion in such a manner since the tiefling had arrived at the castle, nor had Astarion spoken so casually to me since her arrival. She despised my guts the moment she stepped foot through the door, and Astarion seemed to do the same from the moment he made eye contact with her. An unsettling feeling began to emerge in the pit of my stomach as I thought more about the damn tiefling, but I pushed it to the back of my mind as I hurried to gather my supplies.

Astarion POV

You cannot just resume calling someone darling when you’ve treated them like a speck of dirt or a bug to be squashed for the last hundred years. (TAV’s name)’s words echoed in my mind as I walked away from her room. He hadn’t known that he was acting in such a way to her, and it made him feel as though he had been absent for quite some time.

Could I really have treated her so horribly? He thought to himself as he walked the halls of his castle they had built together. Why can I not recall the last century? It seemed like just yesterday Zeyis arrived at the castle’s door. His feet seemed to stop as he stood in front of a large portrait of himself. His eyes trained themselves on this painting, and his brain struggled to recall when he had replaced the portrait of (TAV) and him. Several emotions passed through him as he drew blanks, but two emotions remained: anger and confusion.

“Admiring yourself, are you?” Zeyis’ voice asked from behind him. As Astarion turned to look at her, all of his anger and confusion was forgotten the moment their eyes met. Something in the back of his mind was nagging at him, but he couldn’t quite place it as he looked at the tiefling.

What had been bothering him?

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astarionslittlejuicebox · 5 months

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The Promise of Eternity (Part 4)

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: potential for minor spoilers, suggestive themes, language, mentions of death, mentions of blood, abusive relationship, mention of slavery

Word Count: 1151

Imagine Series

Side Notes:

This imagine series takes place 200 years after the events of Baldur’s Gate 3. Everything you read in here is a story from my mind outside of the original BG3 character Astarion.

I appreciate everyone who reads the imagines and this series, and I hope you enjoy the story!

TAV POV

Sitting alone in my bedchambers, I opened the plain book with the midnight blue cover and the words on the first page read Inception of Yesterday in fancy font. Underneath it was a small inscription that read: “Time flies over us, but leaves a shadow behind.” As I read the next few pages, I found that the concept of time within the Weave itself could leave impressions or shadows upon the strands of magic themselves. As I continued to read the words on the pages within the book, I learned of stories told by Eliminster about lessons he learned from Mystra regarding the shadows of time in the Weave.

A knock on my door startled me out of my delve into the shadows of time in the Weave. I closed the book before I stood up. As I did so, I noticed the sun beginning to take its rest back under the horizon. Several hours had passed since I returned home and began pouring over the information in the book. I closed it and a knock sounded at the door again, this time louder.

“Coming.” I said as I stood up and walked towards the dark wooden door. Upon opening, an unfamiliar sight greeted my eyes. A high elf with snow white hair and crimson eyes bore an expression of irritation as his gaze met mine. “Forgive me for keeping you waiting, my Lord, I was doing research on the task you gave me.” A perfectly kept eyebrow raised in response to my statement. I stepped aside to allow him in, and he took a quick glance in the hallway before stepping inside my bedchambers.

Astarion POV

(TAV’s name) shut the door quietly behind me as I took a moment to look around the room. (TAV)’s plain queen-sized bed held its usual forest green comforter and pillows to match, and the walls were painted a shade of green to match the comforter. The dark wooden furniture gave the room a somber feeling, which was alleviated by the bright orange and yellows of the fall decorations around the room. Autumn yellow leaf garlands hung from the bed posts and along the windowsills in the room. A burnt orange runner laid lazily across the desk in the far corner of the room, and was housing the books she had, more than likely, gotten from the library earlier in the day. Silver accents brought a bit of lightness to the room in contrast to the dark greens and blacks that dominated the room. Wreaths and pumpkins were the only other decorations in the room to give a sense of the change of season.

I could feel her eyes on me as I studied the room, and I felt a familiar emotion take hold of me for the second time that day: guilt. I could feel the creases in my forehead as I looked over the room. Her room felt so…sad. I felt as though he hadn’t seen her or her room in over a century, and I felt terrible for it. My lips curved slightly downward in a frown as I walked over to the table where she had been sitting before I had knocked on the door. I traced the edge of the simple desk as my eyes slowly trailed to look at the drow standing off to the side. She was studying me as I had been studying the room.

“I believe there is a way that I can see who took from you that night, but I need to read more of the book in order to know how. The librarian also gave me books to help me potentially locate your vial of blood, but I need to start reading that as well. Hopefully by tomorrow morning I will have at least some way to get some answers for you.” I felt my pale lips twitch slightly upwards as I studied my drow companion’s figure. Her (TAV’s hair color) hair had fallen slightly out of its bun, and there were Persian blue bags under her once-sparkling ruby eyes. As I took a moment to study her eyes further, I could see that they had filled greatly since the last time I had looked at them.

When was the last time I had really taken the time to look at her? I had thought to myself as an unfamiliar emotion passed through the drow’s eyes as she looked at me. How long had it been since it was just her and I like this?

When I had called her into my chambers this morning, I had been so livid at the thought she might have been the one to take from me that I hadn’t taken the time to study her appearance. I had been so busy with my newest pet, Zeyis, that I hadn’t taken the time to notice or tend to my most beloved spawn.

“I shall seek you in the morning then, my Lord, when I have more answers for you.” (TAV’s name) broke eye contact with me as she shuffled nervously on her feet, and I felt disappointment course through my undead veins. I gave her a short nod and took my leave. As I walked down the hall, I couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt for having left her alone for who knows how long; however, the tiefling with blonde hair came bounding around the corner, and all of my previous thoughts disappeared as I made eye contact with those golden eyes.

“There you are.” Zeyis spoke in a heavenly voice. “I was afraid you had started to wander off. Where have you been?” I felt my head shake upon its own accord and the words left my mouth on their own.

“Doesn’t matter. I am with you now.” Zeyis smiled at my words.

“And you’ll never need anyone but me.” I felt myself smile at her words, but something tugged in the back of my mind.

What was I thinking about before Zeyis arrived?

TAV POV

I tried my best that night to focus on reading Inception of Yesterday, but something about my interaction with Astarion weighed heavily on my mind. I could have sworn that Astarion had taken a good look at me for the first time in a century, and he looked sad when he had left. Nowadays I hardly had any time alone with Astarion, and that was something that started when the tiefling spontaneously showed up on our doorstep a hundred years ago. As a matter of fact, so many things about their lives had changed the moment she arrived. Something about her seemed to have the vampire wrapped around her clawed finger, but I couldn’t quite place what it was about her that drew him in.

I shook my head and dispersed the distracting thoughts from my mind, and poured myself into the book in front of me until the early hours of the morning.

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