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leighsartworks216 · 7 months

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Acid

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

This is my first time writing Shadowheart, so she's probably ooc

Warnings: descriptions of chemical/acid burns, descriptions of acid burning flesh, swearing, panicking, pain, blindness

Word Count: 1,804

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You scream as the acid bottle breaks against your face. Glass tearing into soft flesh and white-hot burning all over. In your eyes, across your cheeks, on your lips. It sizzles and eats into your skin. You can't think past the pain. You should be terrified - your enemy has just blinded you, and now you can't defend yourself. All you can think about is how you want to wipe it off, get it off your skin so it stops burning, but doing so would only cause more damage.

Hands grab you and you scream and struggle. You have no idea who's touching you. You can't even look. You're going to be sick.

"It’s me! I’ve got you,” Astarion shouts by your ear. You stop fighting him, your screams reduced to mere whimpers. "You're going to be okay."

You gasp, "Can't see."

"I know. Don't open your eyes. You're safe."

He guides you away from the battle. War cries, the clinking of weapons, and incantations no longer surround you. He carefully helps you to sit down. It's grass beneath you. You clutch handfuls in your fists, tearing it up. Anything to keep you from touching your face.

"Burns," you whimper. You can no longer tell if it's acid or tears that sting your eyes.

He shushes you again. You listen, trying to figure out what he's doing. You hear a canteen opening and water being poured out. You jolt when something cold touches your face.

"It's alright. It's just water." He doesn't wait for you to adjust before he's trying to wipe away the acid. The sooner it came off, the less damage Shadowheart would have to heal... If she can heal this at all.

Your skin is red and mottled. The more he removes, the more he fears for your eyes. Little pieces of glass stick to the cloth he used. He has to pause often to brush them off, else-wise they'd cut your face up more. Your eyelids are bright red and sensitive; the acid burnt away so much he could almost see through the thin skin. You wince and pull away repeatedly, but he can't stop.

It must have been a very potent acid, he thinks. The patterns formed in your skin remind him of Karlach's scars; the ones that cover her right shoulder and side. It's not a pretty sight.

"How's that?" he asks when he's wiped down your entire face. The rag is almost in tatters, burned away by the acid.

You hiss through your teeth, eyes squeezed tight as you tilt your head back. "Eyes," you whine. "Burn."

He grabs your head and tilts it back down, worried you'd try to open them. "Shadowheart will be here soon." He can't promise that. The fight was pretty hairy when he left - it could still be a bit before it's over.

He peeks out from your hiding spot. He should go help, but then you'd be completely and utterly defenseless. He curses. "I'll be right back, darling," he assures. "Keep your eyes shut, no matter what happens."

Before you can protest, he's gone.

You’re left alone in the dark. You can hear the fight in the distance. The faint thwip of Astarion’s bow as he takes down foes from a distance, Karlach’s battle cries as she keeps the hoard at bay, the spells Shadowheart casts to heal and harm. It’s horrifying.

Your friends are out there, risking their lives against overwhelming foes. And you’re stuck here - useless.

You focus on anything else to ignore the pain. The ends of the grass pricking your skin. The dirt sliding beneath their boots. Birds chirping, a cool breeze, your armor - anything. You’re vaguely aware of tears running down your cheeks. They burn as they carry the acid from your eyes. Their trails are prominent amongst the mottling.

You want to claw your eyes out. It's unbearable. You want to writhe on the ground and scream. But you can't. Your hands rip more and more grass up from its roots. Deeper and deeper, until you’re clawing up dirt and worms and ants and mycelia. It’s not cathartic enough.

It takes too much effort to focus on your surroundings, but you strain your ears anyway, listening for any hint of combat. It’s quiet, and you can’t tell if your hearing is gone, too, or if the battle is over. You twist your body, trying to recall which way it was. Where did Astarion take you? How far away? Did they win? Were they okay?

“Astarion?” you call. It’s strained. There’s no response. You nearly sob as you call out again.

Oh, gods. Please, gods no, please. They can’t be dead; you refuse to believe it. You can’t focus on the pain as fear constricts your heart. You cry out again, hoping someone answers. Anyone. You can’t even hope to find them in this state.

Someone stirs behind you. You whip around, trying to listen. Was it one of them? Why were they being so quiet? You can’t open your eyes. You can’t see. You have to know.

Your voice comes out small, trembling with worry. “Star?”

Something whizzes by your head. You yelp as you flinch away, covering your head in defense. Whatever was there let out a coarse shriek. Another something whizzes by your head again, the same direction as the last time, and with a rattling breath, it was quiet.

“Don’t open your eyes.” You jump when Astarion speaks right behind you.

You want to sob again. It’s evident in your voice, in the trembling of your lip. “What happened? Why weren’t you answering?” Your fear tinged your words with anger.

He huffed. “I didn’t exactly want to give away my position to the goblin hoping to make you its next meal.”

Ah, so the something you heard was a goblin trying to sneak up on you. His hand holds the back of your neck, cool against your hot skin. You sigh and try to focus on it. Footsteps rush toward you. Astarion can feel the way you bristle with fear.

The footsteps stop with a gasp. “Gods, what happened?!” Shadowheart.

“Acid,” you groan. You’re just glad they’re alive! “Fucking burns.”

“It got in their eyes. I got what I could off their face.”

“Shit.” Her hands are on you in a minute, displacing Astarion’s hand as she tilts your head back. “You need to lie back. Fuck, you should have rinsed it out their eyes! There’s no telling how much damage it’s caused.”

You follow her guidance, lowering yourself back onto the grass. Your armor feels suffocating.

The spawn scoffed. “I don’t usually do this sort of thing, not to mention the horde of goblins surrounding us!”

“Stop fighting! You can argue later!” Karlach shouts. You want to thank her. Usually, you can deal with their bickering, but your nerves are taught with fear as is. “How can I help?”

“I need water. And probably something to bite down on - a stick or leather or something.”

You hear someone going through their bag. “Will this work?”

“It should.” You hear another canteen being opened as Shadowheart touches your chin. Her fingers are gentle despite the situation. “Open your mouth and bite down on this.”

A thick stick, smooth and solid, is slotted between your teeth. Your heart skips as a shock of panic rushes through you.

“How dignified,” Astarion murmurs. You look like a dog playing fetch. It would be funny, if it wasn’t there to keep you from biting your tongue or breaking your teeth.

“On the count of three, I need you to open your eyes. I’m going to rinse them out as best I can. And I’m sorry, but it’s going to hurt.”

Astarion grabs your hand. You squeeze it in a death grip. He can feel your pulse, rapid and pounding. You can feel Karlach sitting by your head, warm hands on your forehead and shoulder, ready to hold you down.

“One. Two. Three!”

You open your eyes.

There’s an impossible pain.

The wood cracks beneath your teeth.

Everything fades away.

When you wake, it’s to total darkness. You’re still laying back, a hand still holds yours, and you can’t see anything. You whimper and try to touch your eyes. Are they gone? What’s happened? Why can’t you see? Your attempt is stopped by another hand grabbing your wrist.

“It’s alright. We’re back at camp.”

“Can’t see.” It comes out pathetic. A frightened whimper, like a child scared of the dark.

He hushes you and begins rubbing circles into your hand and wrist. “It’s just a bandage over your eyes, darling, you’re alright,” he assures. “Shadowheart has a healing spell over you, but she didn’t want to risk it. Your vision isn’t lost.”

He watches as you process his words. Your heart calms down with your breathing. You let your hands go limp in his hold.

“What happened? I… I remember Shadow counting, but it’s all foggy after that.”

You can hear him shifting as he gets comfortable. He sets your hand back down, and holds the other with both of his. He continues rubbing your palm and knuckles. “You opened your eyes,” he began, but he paused as he remembered the brief glimpse he got of them. They were reduced to near nothing. He felt sick thinking he caused it, by not acting quickly enough to wash the acid out. “She poured the water in them, you… screamed and almost broke the stick in your mouth…” He swallowed. “What matters is you’re okay now.”

His hands shook slightly, movements becoming more mechanical as he worked through his own fear. You squeezed his hand.

“I don’t blame you.”

He chuckles, but it’s bitter. “Of course not. And the fiend that did do this has been thoroughly disposed of.”

“What Shadow said…” His hand stilled. “You did your best, Star. You didn’t know.”

He sighed softly and raised your hand to his lips. He murmured against your skin, “It’s behind us now.”

You loosed your hand from his hold to cup his cheek. It was strange being able to feel his face and not see it. But you recognized the curve of his cheekbone and the crease by his mouth, and of course the feeling of his curls tickling your fingertips. “But you’re still upset by it.”

He leaned into your hand, running his fingers from your elbow to your wrist before covering your hand with his, keeping you there. “I don’t think you’re fit enough to lecture me,” he teased. You could feel him smile. “In a few hours, once you can see again, then you can tell me just how much none of this was my fault.”

“And will you believe it then?”

He hummed, turning to kiss the inside of your wrist. “I could be persuaded to.”

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eeldritchblast · 1 year

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Rating the Baldur's Gate 3 EA character designs

Lae'zel: The A in alien stands for alluring. Eyes like crystal-clear amber. Wicked cool scars. Wicked cool war paint. Not pictured: Pointy teeth, as if she didn't have enough appeal. 10/10

Shadowheart: So mysterious and yet inviting at the same time. Top tier emo girl bangs. Wicked cool scar. Pretty and very kissable lips. Smudged eye-shadow from that early 2000's aesthetic. 10/10

Astarion: Perfect anime villain white hair and red eyes. Permanent sad boy bruises under said eyes. Extra pointy ears even for an elf. Not pictured: Pointy teeth, as if he didn't have enough appeal. 10/10

Gale: Originally Just Some Guy before he got a major makeover, now he's Just Some Guy but with a nice beard, pretty greying hair, sad boy bruises under his eyes, and a magic mark on his chest/neck. 10/10

Wyll: Could literally be a supermodel. Perfect eyebrows and facial hair. Wicked cool scars and wicked cool prosthetic eye. Pretty and very kissable lips. Not pictured: the cutest smile in the game. 10/10

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #lae'zel #shadowheart #astarion #gale #wyll

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thatfreshi · 8 months

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Not if You Collect Them Like Ex-lovers (Astarion x Reader)

Tw - couple arguing

Recommended Song: This Is Me Trying - Taylor Swift

Whenever you and Astarion fight, it gets ugly. Two extremely emotional people, two people who still aren't used to letting their guard down all the time, people with faults.

"I don't understand why it bothers you."

Usually, it starts with a misunderstanding, an attempt at love, a hand reaching out to simply ask a question.

"Because Astarion, it's my house too!"

Full names, no more sweets and doves. Throwing words around like rocks, glass bottles breaking on countertops, shards, shattering.

"Yes, our house, I thought that's what you wanted? Or was I mistaken when you pleaded with me, saying you wanted this forever."

Questions lose answers, no longer searching for love, just words to defend yourself with. When the friend becomes the enemy and your throat closes up with grief, what do you do other than fight back?

"I wanted a house that at least had some semblance of looking like a house, not just your shit everywhere!"

Wounds that run deep, that need to hold onto every little thing he finds, your home decorated with the most meaningless items, things that mean everything to him. To you they're knick-knacks, some of them even garbage, and that hoarder's mentality drives you mad. The argument was so incredibly stupid, easily solved, but it's impossible to be peaceful when you never get time apart.

"Well, why don't I just take my things and leave then?"

And there he goes, escalating when he feels cornered.

"Oh right, and go where Astarion? Go burn to a crisp in the sunlight, or maybe hide in an alleyway somewhere? I'm sure that'll be so much better than living with me!"

Poking the bear, as you do when you're stressed. You know he hates the fact that he's lost the sunlight, cursed to be in a wooden box with blackout curtains.

"I'm sure you'd love that, if I just disappeared right?"

Deflecting, but also wrapping himself in insecurity. It's a test, a trick question, a puzzle.

"At least I'd have some room in this fucking house to do anything without tripping over all your useless 'treasures.'"

From trying to understand to going on the prowl for hatred, you've reached a point of no return.

"Why do you even care Tav, I just like having things! Is that so much to ask? Are they not allowed to mean something to me?"

"Not if you collect them like ex-lovers!"

Astarion opens his mouth to say something else, but trembles. Now you've done it, gone too far. He scoffs, tears leaving his eyes.

"Well then perhaps I should have another."

It's late, the stars dotting the sky like scars from teeth, allowing the vampire to storm out of the house, slamming the door. You begin to cry as well, knowing you shouldn't have said that, knowing you didn't really mean it. You're just frustrated, the stuff scattered everywhere is overwhelming, and you just don't get why it matters.

When Astarion leaves, he knows he only has a couple of hours to cool off, to think things through. It's infuriating at times, being so chained to one place, after getting to explore the world for months on end. He wasn't allowed to have things with Cazador, not anything that was his own. After the nautiloid crash, he started grabbing everything he could get his hands on. Jewelry, pretty fabrics, anything that could possibly mean anything. Now he's stuck in one place again, but a place where he can finally store all those little finds, a nice-feeling rock, a bottle that reminds him of a night stroll the two of you took. It's a comfort in a scary transition, to be allowed to keep something, anything.

While you're thinking of where he's gone, you look around at all the things Astarion has piled up on the coffee table. A couple rolls of thread from the market, ones he hasn't even started to use, a stack of books he'll probably take forever to finally read. You go through these items forever, trying to organize all the little things he's left around the place, filling drawers with memories you didn't realize were important. After clearing out most of the things in the living room, you find a small, poorly crafted ring. It's heavily scratched, but has an inscription on the inside. Your mind floods with the magical feeling of the grove, and Astarion pocketing this ring after showing the young tiefling child a magic trick. Back then, his intentions were just to show the child that your things can get snatched up so easily, but he slowly began to believe it was lucky, just as the kid said. You meditate on the thought, realizing these items, they're all either moments or possibilities. The front door opens.

Somber steps, the sound of his dagger being placed on the nearby table. You turn around and walk towards him, wrapping your arms around each other.

"I'm sorry."

You manage to choke out.

"It's alright darling, I'm being ridiculous."

You shake your head, breaking the embrace.

"No, no you're not. I was going through all of this, all of this stuff, and you're right. It all means something."

"Stupid meanings though. It's all fear Tav, fear I'm going to forget, fear I'm going to lose everything I have."

"That's okay, it's okay to be scared."

You show him the tiefling's ring.

"But we don't have to be scared anymore. We have luck on our side, right?"

He laughs, fiddling with the silly scratched-up band.

"You remember this?"

You nod.

"Of course I remember. I still don't know how you did that trick."

"A magician never tells."

You both laugh, still crying

"Gods, I thought you were so annoying."

"Well apparently I still am if you had to take that heavy of a jab at my past."

You frown.

"I-"

"I know you didn't mean it love, but we can't just say things we don't mean to get a rise out of each other."

He's become better at being the voice of reason, growing, changing.

"It's just so overwhelming sometimes. I know you're new at this whole, living a domestic life thing, but I just want to have a say in our space. That's all."

"I know, I hear you and I respect that. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made our space my space."

"I'm fine with all your keepsakes, but can we just organize them? Have a space for all your little treasures and such?"

"We do still have that extra room upstairs."

You push him.

"That's supposed to be another guest room!"

"Do we really need that many guest rooms?"

The two of you giggle to yourselves.

"You know if we can't host all our friends at once, they will throw a fit."

"Well, I'll find some way to give you some more space. I never wanted to make you feel suffocated."

You look into each other's eyes for a moment, seeing that spark again, finding that love bubble back up. Saying things you don't mean, meaning things you don't say, it's all so new to both of you.

"I know my love, I know."

You hold each other by the doorway for a while, mumbling about how to make this space work for the both of you, how when you start raising your voices, you need to just step away and rethink it. Learning to love, to truly love, to exist as one, it's such a struggle, but a worthwhile cause. After all, there's no one else you'd rather fight with.

#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #angst #comfort

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faerievampling · 12 days

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Killing Time

Chapter 12: Beholden

Word Count: 4.4k

Pairing: Ascended Astarion x Vampire Tav (female reader)

Warnings: 18+. (light) Sub!Astarion. Symptoms of resulting trauma described, mention of past SA and abuse.

A/N: KT now updates every Sunday :)

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When you fly out into the cool night air, the blackness of the night consumes you. Every flap of your wings, every chatter coming from behind you as Astarion flies at your heels, you feel that void of darkness. It makes you wince, and you’re back on your feet shortly after you’ve breached the palace walls. Being closer to the city lights helps ease that strange fear. When you land, you stumble forward, the pads of your bare feet slapping on stone.

You find yourself in the middle of the street, taking in the eerie emptiness of your surroundings. Astarion’s arm is around you before you can react further, pulling you behind a building as you both sense the thumping of a heart. But the curious thing here is that the city is quiet, far more than it should be.

“Star?” You whisper, but Astarion merely hushes you in reply. He holds you closely in the darkness, and you try to drown out the drum of Astarion’s own heart to focus on another: the mortal, a guard, walks rather close to the two of you, briefly inspecting the area. A quick look into his mind reveals the guard is thinking of his latest fuck and mug of ale, believing himself lucky he wasn’t put on the front lines. Those men on the front never see the women or the booze.

“The front lines?” Your words come out, blurted, reminding your doting husband that being sneaky was never your specialty.

“Hey!” The man shouts in your direction, running toward the sound of your voice. Breaking away from Astarion, you step out from the corner. The street is brightly lit, and you can see both the fear and amusement in the man’s eyes: he thinks you are a pretty thing, in your little panties, and he can see your nipples through your shirt. But your scars tell a dark story, one that frightens him: not to mention you jumped from around a bend, which would startle any mortal, especially in the dead of night.

The guard starts to scramble away, but you outstretch your hand to him, beckoning him to you.

“Be still, gentleman.” Your words of charm pierce through whatever layer of protection his weak mind ever had. He was yours, now. His heart thumps wildly in his chest, nearly stopping when Astarion turns the corner. But under your control, he continues to walk toward you.

Astarion’s taking off his own shirt, tying it around your waist to hide your pretty panties from this stranger.

“What are you doing?” Astarion asks, his voice harsh and snippy. You’re clearly testing his patience, but he can’t hide the curiosity: he’s letting you act out, you know.

“Listening,” You speak slowly. “Come here to me, Liam.”

The guard, Liam, eagerly approaches you. Seeing you close up, he’s even more frightened of you, thinking your gaze harsh and cold. He’s noticed your lack of breath, your lack of natural movement. Liam nearly loses control of his bowels as he comes to understand you are a creature of the night. But the pig of a man is still thinking about your nipples, despite this. You push those thoughts away, digging through his mind until you find the information you seek.

You’re thinking about asking Astarion if you could eat the man, or maybe you would do so without asking, just to see how he’d react – but Astarion grabs you by the arm before you can decide. “That’s enough, Tav. We’re going.”

In one quick motion, Astarion scoops you up in his arms, teleporting the two of you back into the foyer of the palace. After adjusting the both of you back in bed, Astarion’s questions begin.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” Astarion’s voice hides nothing of his frustration.

“Yes,” You reply, trying to keep your voice even.”Was there a draft of mortal soldiers or something? Is the political situation in Faerun really so fragile?”

“It’s been that way for many years,” Astarion explains. “And has now come to a boiling point. But I don’t want you to worry about that.” Astarion’s habit -or staunch faith- of telling you only selective information based on the level of stress it may cause you hasn’t changed.

Seeing the concern on your face, Astarion softens, his irritation with you visibly waning by the second. “Please trust me on this, love.”

You nod involuntarily, because you are used to trusting Astarion’s judgment on what you should and shouldn’t worry about; you are still injured, after all. But you feel hesitant with your agreement, and Astarion must sense it too, because his face twists, the look so foreign to you it causes your gut to turn. He looks like he’s in pain.

He’s at a loss for words, and you are too. You feel yourself already wrapped up in Astarion’s tumultuous emotions, ones you can’t know anymore. Ones that you have to guess based on his body language, his words: and right now, you know there is something on the tip of his tongue that he cannot bring himself to say aloud.

You sit up in bed, crossing your legs as you peer down at him. You bring your hand to cup his cheek, softly run a fingertip down the length of his elegant ear, trailing little circles on his jaw and neck.

Astarion shudders, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath. Your touch immediately soothes him, and when your fingers tickle against his chest, he holds your palm there, bringing it flat: resting it atop his ever-beating heart.

You don’t study his face for much long before deciding that you need to be closer to one another.

“Come here. Let me hold you,” You offer as you nudge him towards you. Astarion doesn’t hesitate: having widened your legs so that his larger form would fit comfortably, your arms snake around his body, your lips resting at the crown of his head. You can’t help but take a deep breath. “You smell so good...”

He chuckles in reply, nuzzling himself closer to you.

Your husband was taller than the average elven male, his shoulders broad and well shaped. It was only a little awkward to be holding him in this way, but Astarion is practically purring. You place kisses on the tip of his ear, causing an audible sigh of relief to escape his handsome lips.

His whimpers cause a stir between your legs. The way your cunt is clenching, little spasms of arousal overtaking your core, is impossible to ignore, and you can’t help but sweep your eyes over his perfect body, every part you could see. You want to worship it the way it deserves: the way Astarion wants you to.

You both are desperate for release in each other.

Suddenly, Astarion turns his head, shifting to your shoulder as he gazes up at you. You have to use your strength to hold him, but this feels good to you, for some reason. Cradling his warm body, feeling his muscles and his weight in your arms; he feels so good.

“I never meant to scare you so badly. I just wanted to touch you,” His expression and his words are almost boyish, bringing a youth to him that you haven’t seen in a very long time. He is so pretty; his ruby eyes are so soft, wet with gentle tears, lashes long and inviting. “I want you, my treasure. I need you…”

The two of you continuously search in each other's eyes, as if you’re expecting your minds to become one.

“Darling,” Astarion says, dragging your hand down his abdomen, resting it on the waistband of his underclothes. He doesn’t know how else to ask.

The moment your fingers slip beneath his underclothes, Astarion devolves into a fit of desperation: he moans, his hand grabbing your cheek to pull you into a passionate, fervent kiss. His tongue slips between your lips, the soft warmth of his muscle dancing along your own. He tastes so good, and he’s so warm. His kisses are needy, desperate; you feel the wetness of his cheeks as your lips transcend his, because you can’t hold yourself back anymore. You kiss him wherever you can, and Astarion can only soak it in.

Think of Astarion. Astarion, Astarion, Astarion. He’s your husband, and you’re safe with him! So why are you thinking of that soulless drow and his evil master?

“Touch me,” Astarion says as he guides your hand to his cock, which you take in your palm, wrapping your fingers around his length. Astarion shudders as you begin to stroke him. You’re gentle, almost tentative, because you were hardly in control over Astarion’s body like this. But there is a look in his eyes: he wants this.

Two of your fingers and your thumb rubs at Astarion’s sensitive tip. It’s so pink, so swollen, pre-come already leaking from him. You pull back his foreskin, tenderly working the sensitive skin, making him writhe in your arms. Astarion can’t help but thrust into you, encouraging your motions.

Teasing him, you try to pull away, but Astarion doesn’t let you. He’s crying your name, desperate for your touch. In one swift movement, you take your finger, gathering his clear liquid seeping from the tip of his swollen cock. Astarion looks surprised when you bring your finger to his pretty lips, which he takes in his mouth. Tasting your skin and his own fluids, his gaze never leaves yours and eyes only grow hungrier.

You only take your finger from his mouth when you’re ready, kitten licking his tongue as you gently press down on it with a thumb, making him give you access to his mouth. Astarion’s entirely lost in his pleasure, his eyes hazy. The only words your poor husband can utter are pleadings, declarations of love, and your name.

“My love,” Astarion’s words come out rugged, rough, his voice cutting through his lust. “Please – I need you…”

Astarion grabs your wrist, guiding your hand back down to his throbbing cock. He wraps his hand around yours, guiding your hand so your strokes are quicker, faster, as his tongue plunges into your mouth, his fang catching your lip as he devours you.

The moment your crimson hits Astarion’s tongue, he goes mad. He really can’t get enough of you, and he nips at your lip again before bringing his mouth to your neck. He’s planted his hand behind you now, turned towards your body so you have better access to his cock, and he has better access to your neck. You know he’s about to bite through your sensitive flesh.

A snippet of a memory flashes before your eyes: red out of the corner of your eye. your limbs are numb. you push, but the red object does not relent, only further molesting you. his fangs feel like knives in your skin, flesh ripping. that searing pain– you’re able to push these thoughts away, shoving them into the recesses of your mind.

Before Astarion can bite down, your hand flies to his chin, pulling his attention back to your gaze. The way he looks at you is curious; you’ve caught him off guard, his face pulled into a gentle bewilderment, his pupils dilated in deep sexual desire.

“No,” You breathe, your lips almost brushing against his.

“No?” Astarion’s voice comes out quiet, breathless. His eyes are wide, desperate. His heart is thumping wildly in his chest, and you know your deviation is greatly exciting him.

“No.” You confirm.“I bite you,” You say, your words sultry and smooth, causing your husband to let out a little moan. “Because you are mine.”

Your words come with an involuntary growl; the scent of Astarion’s arousal was thick in the air, the tension between you two becoming hotter by the second.

“I-“ He searches his words and your eyes, as if he would find them in you. “I’m yours?”

You release his jaw, moving to tease his sensitive tip with your fingers, spreading his slick down his shaft. “Yes. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

You feel Astarion go slack in your arms; you’re holding his full upper body weight in your arm now, the other still stroking and toying with his cock.

“Y-yes, I’m yours, I’m yours…” He moans, your lips crashing into his. His cock is even more plump than before, the skin so tight and throbbing beneath your touch; your bodies are wet with sweat and pre-cum, which has pooled at his tip, spilling over the edge as it trails down his shaft.

“P-please, don’t stop,” He struggles to get his words out, his head filled only with pleasure and devotion.

You ease Astarion on his back, hovering above him as you continue your ministrations, every stroke causing him to tremble beneath you. His sticky, clear fluids coat your hand and his cock, only making your touch more slick.

“My pretty girl…“ Astarion begs, but before he can continue his whimpers and desperate pleadings, you straddle him, turning his head with your other hand before sinking your fangs into his flesh.

The sensation of his blood, the scent of his arousal in the air, the feeling of his cock in your hand: gods above. You pull yourself away from his neck in just enough time to watch Astarion squirm beneath you, his hands tangling in the ends of your hair. He’s holding onto you as if his life depends on it, his silver curls pushed back, lazily falling behind him on the silken covered pillow. He’s so beautiful, practically drooling beneath you, fangs peeking beneath his parted lips.

After just a few moments of gazing into your eyes, his sight trails down to your blood stained lips, then to your partially covered breasts. Then, you feel the twitch of his member in your hand as his sex convulses, spasms of pleasure erupting through his body.

Astarion’s shooting thick spurts of come, trailing down your hand as you keep stroking him, riding out his orgasm as you take his moans in your mouth, enveloping his tongue with yours, tasting the mix of his blood and saliva, languidly enjoying the taste of your husband. The smell of his seed is delicious to you, and you fight the urge to lap at his juices with an eager tongue.

You don’t stop your ministrations until he’s breathless, almost begging you to stop, but you continue to work your hand around the tip of his cock, squeezing out every last drop of his come. You don’t let him come up for air, because he doesn’t need it: he only needs you.

“I’m here now,” You whisper to him between languid kisses.

“Don’t make me beg for you anymore, I can’t take it,” Astarion’s words are filled with desperation. His soft moans continue throughout the night, the two of you unable to part until dawn.

****

Lae’zel closely studies the head of Geldon Moth. It was rather large, she thinks, larger than a regular dragonborn’s head. Other than its remarkable size, the sight is rather gruesome, more so than awesome.

“I expected nothing less from our Sarth,” Chae says from behind Lae’zel, where she stands with the other soldiers. “She was fearsome the day of the hunt.”

“I had expected you to say insane, but fearsome works.” Ziir’o adds, causing Chae and the others to giggle.

“Not just the day of the hunt. She’s ruthless even in training,” Joss says uneasily. “I don’t know how many times she’s knocked me out during a spar. Or encouraged someone else to knock me out.”

Lae’zel nearly laughs, but nothing could thwart her serious mood, deeply in thought as she ponders your kill. She thought it was a fitting trophy for the training quarters of the primary Ancunín estate, but again – the sight is more terrible than anything else.

“She literally smashed his fucking head in,” Ziir’o comments with a pride filled smirk. “Where's the rest of him?”

“Mere ash and bone, left in the dirt with his slaves.” Lae’zel’s voice is snippy, but it doesn’t deter the young gith.

“How many did she kill again before Astarion came and dashingly took his bride back to the safety of their gorgeous palace?” Marg’o asks, practically cooing over the thought of Astarion’s pure love for his wife. It was admirable to many, and the number of those who believed love makes the Ancuníns weak is rapidly declining, so maybe there was something to this romantic idea of Astarion, Lae’zel thinks.

Tsk, surely not. Still just a blood sucker. No different than a mosquito. But Lae’zel thinks you’re a rather pretty mosquito. Sometimes she wonders what you would think of her blood, of her taste. She remembers how your tongue felt gliding over her flesh, that soft velvet heat between her legs, and she wondered if you would be gentle with her as you slide fangs beneath her skin. She likes to think you would, just for her…

“A thousand,” Quinel states in a serious tone, but their sarcasm isn’t lost. The younger gith laugh as they way away, continuing on with their day, leaving Lae’zel to brood alone.

“Hmm.” Lae’zel wasn’t sure if this was the right decision. The night of your rescue, after Astarion sent her and the others through the portal, Lae’zel had found the man’s head in the woods; this would only be one of the many other things Lae’zel would come to find quite interesting on this day.

The museum was certainly not safe for anyone to go in, but that hadn’t stopped Lae’zel, who carefully slid through the rubble. She needed to see everything again. Finding so many well preserved old relics dumbfounded her, and she had quickly made her way back to Astarion’s office with whatever she could recover.

She sat at Astarion’s desk shortly after retreating from the broken estate. She had done this many times before your victory, having set up in the Ancunín palace more often than not since she arrived.

Lae’zel can’t look at the dragonborn’s head anymore; she’d rather bury herself in her work, which happened to be on Astarion’s desk.

Now, as Lae’zel eases her way into the luxurious, comfortable chair, she finds that hidden compartment locked away in Astarion’s desk. The same one she found the day of the estate scouting. Her discovery hadn’t really surprised her: it was merely a stack of old letters, ones from Halsin, Gale, Wyll, Shadowheart…many from names she didn’t recognize, all addressed to you. Some of them were so old the pages were yellow, nearly crumbling in Lae’zel’s hands; it was clear they had once been sheltered, at least for a time, before hidden in the depths of Astarion’s desk.

Every single one is unopened.

****

You know you’re dreaming before you even take in the whole scene: your body is floaty, weightless and numb. You can feel the aura of light surrounding you, uplifting your body as you open your eyes and look up, meeting Angel’s gaze.

You’re on your back, grass tickling your exposed skin. Angel is propped on his elbow, peering down at you. One of his wings is wrapped around the two of you, shielding you from the sun.

“It was, like, way too difficult for me to share your dream with you,” Angel’s voice is softer than usual. “I think I deserve a bit of compensation for my efforts~”

Angel’s looking at your lips, his handsome smile cutting into you only a bit. “You’re so pretty, Mrs. Ancunín.” There’s a dreamy look in his eyes as he meets your gaze.

“What do you want?” You demand, ignoring his flirting.

“I could ask you the same thing. You ultimately did let me in here, after all. And trust me, I’ve tried every time you’ve gone to sleep!” Angel explains. “Which has been a lot, so I imagine you want to ask me about that silver. I wondered when you would.”

“I think you were offering.”

“I was. And I still am!” Angel says, rolling over on his back before he swings himself to a seat, crossing his legs as his fingers pull at the grass. You follow suit, sitting up to face him. Looking around, you notice you are close to a sandy beach, one just ways off from the grass.

“I smelled it on you. The grass and the ocean.”

“Yeah, duh. I wanted you to so you’d like me.” Angel looks down. He almost looks uncertain. “There are things I want from you. But…”

Angel pauses. His gold and ruby eyes meet yours.

“The red doesn’t suit you, you know.” You cross your arms. You have a sense of strong dejavu coming over you, thinking of your ex-githyanki lover, who wholly disapproved not only of your newfound warlockracy but of your red eyes. Red eye, now. Just one. But Lae’zel probably doesn’t like the gold, either.

Angel laughs, bringing his muscled arms above him in a stretch before placing his palms to the ground behind him. His abs tighten, and you see his cock growing, thick and pulsating between his thighs.

Why the hells does he always have to be naked!?

“Stare all you want, girl. Say the word and it’s yours,” Angel purrs with lust filled eyes, hooded and wanting.

You roll your eyes. “Just tell me what you want.”

Angel sighs. “I have to think about it. For now, I can create a sealant,” He explains. “It will help with the pain and fatigue, at the very least. I can feel it in your body, you know.”

You shake your head, ignoring that last part. You can also sense his wellness, but you don’t want him to know that, because you know he’ll be weird about it. “They’ve already tried that.”

“None of them are me, Mrs. Ancunín! And I’ll do it for free…if you kiss me and accept your boon~”

You give him a deadly stare. You are trying to decide: you fought with the silver on, so it’s certainly possible to get this vague ‘task’ done with it, but Angel said you needed the boon for the task. Of course, he won’t say what the boon is or precisely why you need it; but the silver is rather bothersome. It was a constant ache, a chronic pain and reminder of the suffering you experienced. You want the damn thing off.

You’re surprised when Angel’s face drops, his smile devolving to a smirk. You stare at each other like this for some time. Angel is the one to break the silence, his eyes still locked into yours.“You’re like…a yellow watermelon, you know. Ever had one of those?”

You shake your head. “I only really like to -”

“Drink blood, yeah, I got it,” Angel looks away for a moment, that smirk briefly leaving his face. “Yellow watermelons are sweeter, lighter on the tongue. Something about your nature…you're a vampire, the very definition of temptation and desire. But you walk in the sun, you have a reflection. Your soul isn’t as tainted as you would think.”

Angel pauses as if in deep thought. “It’s almost as if you didn’t sacrifice seven thousand souls to Mephistopheles.”

You don’t know what to say. The seven thousand hardly mattered to you now, and you aren’t sure they ever did. Probably not, you think, because you were here and not six-feet under. You would have died long ago had it not been for Astarion’s gift of eternal life, and you would have left him to walk this earth alone: just the thought makes you feel nauseous.

“Anyways, your sexual energy is amazing. The lust and love you feel for Astarion is absolutely delicious, so refined,” Angel’s face is, suddenly, suspiciously close to yours, and you wonder how he got so close. “I could taste your desperation for him when we kissed. I want to kiss you more, now.”

Angel's face moves even closer to yours, but you bring your fingers to his lips, stopping him. Angel grabs your wrist, pressing your hand to his lips more firmly, kissing your fingertips.

“Mmm,” Angel moans into you before you bring your hand away. His smile is back. “Your skin is so soft…but that doesn’t really count, you know. I want your lips to touch mine, you cute little daywalker!”

Angel’s lips are plump, so soft looking and pink. It would be easy to kiss him again: he’s a beautiful man. But Astarion’s earlier words echo in your mind: “Please don’t, Tav.”

You take a deep breath. Closing your eyes, blocking out all other thoughts, you tell Angel to do it.

“Finally! C’mere, girl.” Angel grabs you, your body already trembling as you’re in the hands of this large, foreign man. Angel’s wings surround you, and he grabs your chin, lifting your head to his. You feel manhandled, despite Angel’s gentle touch. He wasn’t forceful or aggressive, but firm: but it’s like your brain doesn’t know the difference.

“Open your eyes, beautiful. I wanna gaze into them, make you want me,” Angel is amused and aroused; his voice is laced with a lust filled huskiness, one he intends for you to know.

Your teeth chatter, your body deciding to freeze rather than run or fight. You’re sucking air into your undead lungs. “I don’t want to…just do it, alright?” Truthfully, you don’t think you can stop shaking even if you tried.

There is a long pause. Angel’s hold on you relaxes, but he makes no motion to let you go. “Why are you afraid?”

You don’t answer, because you don’t really know what to say, but you feel a level of relief once Angel’s put you back on your feet, freeing you from his wings and his grasp. His hand is still gently resting on your chin. For just a moment, you feel the brush of his warm, soft lips on your cheek.

“Until next time, girl~”

Angel’s world fades to black, and you slip back into your unconscious mind before waking with a jolt. You immediately notice your lack of pain, the burning sensation having subsided entirely. You feel strong, glorious, powerful; when Astarion jumps beside you, in motion at the first sign of your consciousness, and you wonder if he ever went to sleep at all.

You bring yourself to a straddle above him, a smile spread across your face. You see wisps of pink around Astarion; they dance around his face, his chest, becoming a deeper hue at the center of his chest. His eyes practically gleam, even making their crimson appear lighter. Love.

“Ha! Oh shit. I love you too, my sweet husband.”

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lendeah · 4 months

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Hey I saw ur recent thing about astarion/durge w scars and I raise to Astarion/Tav with a shit ton of scars they actually do have stories for (either really dumb or really cool or kinda traumatic) and astarry just lovingly traces them and asks about them

YES!!! I love the idea.

Here you go, I hope you enjoy it and thanks for asking! 🤍🫶🏻

Astarion loved tracing the little scars dotting your body. Even in moments of exhaustion, as you both lay on the bedroll after a arduous day of battle, he would gently trace the intricate lines of your skin with lazy fascination.

"Now, I bet this one has a story worth hearing," he drawls, caressing with his finger along the long scar on your arm.

You let out a small chuckle and decide to humor him. "This one here? That was from a sword fight. I was trying to protect my brother because he had been having an affair with a married woman, and it got pretty intense. I ended up taking a pretty bad hit, but luckily I lived through it."

The vampire cocks an eyebrow, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "So let me get this straight," he drawls, "you got this scar defending your brother's honor from a scorned lover? Sounds like your brother could have used some self-defense lessons."

You shrug "I guess, but he is my brother. I couldn't just let him struggle on his own. Besides, I'm the better fighter of the two of us." you say with a smirk.

A mischievous chuckle escapes his lips, "Always the hero, huh?" he lets out a resigned sigh, but his eyes glint playfully. "You know, your stubborn selflessness isn't the most attractive trait."

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh really? And what is my most attractive trait to you?"

Astarion chuckles, then brings his cold fingers to your forehead, gently brushing the skin there, "This scar above your eye? It's quite the attractive feature. Really adds to your whole intimidating aura," he purrs, "I must hear the tale behind it."

You roll your eyes, trying not to let his teasing get to you. "Ugh, that one gave me nightmares for weeks." You say with a grimace. "I was being chased by an angry tabern owner because I may or may not have stolen some of his ale. Anyway, he caught up to me and I fought him off as best as I could, but he still managed to get a knife to my face." You shudder at the memory and the thought of your mother's scolding afterwards.

Astarion chuckles, "Oh darling, you? Stealing? And ale, of all things? Positively scandalous. I find it hard to believe."

You give him a playful glare, "Oh please, I was young and reckless. Plus, the ale was really good."

He shakes his head in disbelief, but the fondness in his eyes is unmistakable. As he takes your hand in his, his soft fingers tracing over the familiar lines and curves, you feel a warmth spread through your chest. His thumb gently traces the jagged scar on your palm, "This one looks like a fish bone" He says with a smirk.

You roll your eyes "Yeah, well, I got that one in an attempt to save my friends when I was young." you say "We were out at sea enjoying the warm weather, when suddenly a massive creature emerged from the depths. It had razor-sharp teeth and writhing tentacles, and before we knew it, our boat was under attack. I reached out to help my friends and next thing I know, I'm tangled up in this thing's grasp. Thank the gods a wizard happened to witness our struggle and put down the beast. Lesson learned: never underestimate the power of the ocean's creatures."

He rolls his eyes back, "Of course the heroic, strong, selfless and pretty one would make something like that sound like a normal and not crazy thing to do." He looks back at your hand, "But no worries, darling, your hand is just fine. In fact, it's quite charming in its own rugged way." He says, taking your palm to his lips, making you shiver. Despite his teasing, there is a genuine admiration in his voice that warms your heart. His hand then moves up to cup your cheek. "You certainly have an interesting collection of scars."

You can't help but blush at his words, feeling a mix of happiness and vulnerability. No one has ever taken the time to truly listen to your stories before, let alone find them interesting. But with Astarion, it feels different, like he sees you for who you truly are, flaws and all.

"Back home, some people said I was a monster because of them" you say, gesturing to the marks on your body, "but I like them, I think they all have a story behind them worth telling."

Astarion raises an eyebrow, "People called you a monster? What foolishness."

You shrug, "It's just how things were back in my hometown. They were afraid of anything different or out of the ordinary."

A playful glint dances in his eyes and his sharp fangs glisten. "Oh, I'm sure I'm a real nightmare to them," he quips with a smirk.

You roll your eyes, "Well, it's not every day someone meets a charming vampire like yourself."

Astarion leans in closer, his warm breath tickling your skin. "You know, I never tire of hearing your stories. You always manage to surprise me."

You feel your cheeks flush at his words, but before you can respond, Astarion leans in and presses his lips against yours softly. It's sweet and gentle, but also filled with unspoken words and emotions, and you can't help but wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as you both lose yourselves in each other.

When you finally pull away, he rests his forehead against yours, breathless and smiling. "I could listen to your stories all day," he murmurs.

"Well, lucky for you I have plenty more where those came from." you reply with a teasing grin. "Ah, but what about your scars?"

Astarion's playful smirk returns as he starts tracing your skin again. "Oh, mine? They come from a life of bloodlust and and danger."

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istoleyoursk1n · 4 months

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How would the origin character (plus halsin too ig he can come to) react to a transmasc/transman tav (like tav romancing them and then like coming out to them if that makes sense)

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Origin + Halsin reacting to a transmasc Tav coming out

: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

“Oh darling, was that it? Don't you know I adore you regardless? Were you seriously worried that I’d dismiss you just like that? Oh my love, not in a thousand centuries.”

(Assuming he hasn't seen you completely bare)

Surprised but unbothered. You’re still you correct? Then what's the problem? This new revelation doesn't change how he views you in the slightest. He adores you, everything about you.

He’s surprisingly accepting, brushing it off easily, and immediately thanking you for sharing such information with him.

Goes on a tangent on how it shouldn't ever be something you should be ashamed of.

He’ll drain the blood out of anyone who dares say otherwise. (He already has)

You’re perfect and as long as you’re comfortable with it all, then he has no qualms.

Not much changes about your relationship other than the fact that he’ll only continue to love you more till his undead heart ceases to exist.

: ̗̀➛WYLL

“Oh! What wonderful news! I couldn't have guessed. Well, does this call for a celebration? A peaceful night out? Whatever you wish, it is yours, love.”

Surprised as well, but the shock quickly turns into joy. Don't mistake his chuckling for mockery, if anything he's happy.

If you allow it, he’d gently take your hand into his own, kissing your bare knuckles with that same tenderness you've grown to be smitten with.

This new sprinkle of information doesn't bother him at all, in fact, he’s grateful that you’d feel safe enough to share such a thing with him.

You're handsome just as you are and he’d never ask for you to change.

If you have top surgery scars, he’d speak with the weight of a thousand love letters of how gorgeous they are and how it’s one of his favorite parts of your body.

He’ll swear on his oath to beat the shit confront anyone who dares try to insult you for who you are.

Know this is something he’d always accept you for.

: ̗̀➛GALE

“You are? Well isn't this a pleasant little surprise? Good on you! Perhaps that's why I fell for you? You were just utterly TRANScending!” (bare with him please)

Oh?… Oh!

Confused, takes a few moments to process the information but he's definitely accepting. He just never realized.

Either way, he loves you. You’re still the man he fell in love with all those nights ago, why should he think of you any differently? He’ll praise your body regardless.

He’s pleased to know that you were comfortable enough to share such information with him. He can understand how difficult it might be to reveal such things aloud.

Perhaps he could even help in some what? Learn some magic to make your body look the way you wish to make you feel more comfortable.

This hardly changes a thing about your relationship other than a few curious questions about the whole process but he never digs too deep out of respect.

Consider anyone who tries to mock you for this, deceased. (He will fireball them off a cliff or consume every magical artifact they had on them.)

Nothing, not even this, would stop him from being with you.

: ̗̀➛KARLACH

“For real?! No way! Never could have guessed! Well either way, I still think you’re pretty damn cool!”

Shocked, excited, then shocked again.

Never actually thought of it as a possibility, I mean why would she?

This just gives her the excuse to love you ten times more! What else did you expect? She’d welcome you with open arms (as long you don't burn of course)

Assuming she can touch you, she’d already be lifting you up into the air, giving hug after hug as she chuckles and jumps about with you in her arms.

As long as you are happy and comfortable, she is too, she wants to make sure your whole ‘coming out’ moment is one filled with joy.

Will absolutely demolish anyone who tries to be mean to you because of this (as if she wouldn't demolish anyone who makes fun of anything about you).

Her love for you is the one thing of hers that’ll never burn out.

: ̗̀➛SHADOWHEART

“Hm. Quite the revelation, not one that I am disappointed to hear in the slightest… I’m happy for you and if there is anything that I can do for you I’ll be right here as always.”

Surprised but not too shocked by the news. She's not bothered by it at all.

Your trans? Cool. As long as you’re happy then she sees no reason why she should say anything negative. She's happy for you either way.

All she sees is the man she fell in love with, her newfound information doesn't change that.

Accepts you immediately with a warm smile on her face.

She doesn't need you to be anything more or less than what you are now, and if new changes do decide to come, she’ll welcome them with an open heart.

Her glare is enough to ward off anyone with the intent of insulting you for who you are.

You were her light in a world full of darkness, loving you in this life to the next.

: ̗̀➛LAE’ZEL

“Is this supposed to make me see you any differently? To see you anything less than the warrior you are? Zhak vo’n fynh duj, that is what you’ll always be.”

And?

This changes nothing, but if coming out to her made you feel any better then of course she’s glad her as-stoned face as she appears.

She still respects you and sees you as the same admirable individual she completely fell for.

You've proved yourself, you've fought hard for her, for your friends, for yourself, and you've done so much to light her heart aflame. This wouldn't deter her fiery love for you.

If you have top surgery scars? Even better! She loves them as much as she adores all your battle scars. A precious mark she could always praise.

You can't stop her from cutting the heads off of anyone who dares try to insult you though.

Even before the words escape their lips-

Nevertheless, you are still the one person she truly bleeds for.

: ̗̀➛HALSIN

“You are? Well. I’m honored to be the one you chose to share this with, my heart. Know that even so, my love for you is as boundless as the ever-flowing river.”

Not bothered at all by the news.

He's seen too many things in his life to ever make him surprised or revolt at this new information.

In the end of the day, he loves everything that you are and thank the Gods that he was blessed to gaze upon someone as gorgeous as you.

Immediately accepts you as you are as well, why would he ever ask you to be any different?

If you have any top surgery scars, he litters them with gentle kisses, just as he does with every little scar on your body.

You can see him visibly tense whenever someone dares insult you. He's a snap away from mauling them but he keeps it together for you.

You’re his to love, to protect, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

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rielzero · 6 months

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Just saw your post about ascended Astarion and male Tav fanfic. I am willing to rise to the challenge

If you need any prompts! here's some concept I've danced with in my head (up for anyone to use) inspired by my own character's potential AUs. Please do not claim ownership over the ideas, I'd love to see people's different spins. Please keep it to Male Tav, there's so many Female Tav fics out there already- I had ideas specifically with a male character in mind. M x M focus is preferred. I'm not bi or pan, so anything hinting to tav being exclusively gay is nice.

THESE ARE all PROMPTS / IDEAS not demands. I'm not here to control anyone's creative progress :V

I'm just a nerd be nice

Brain Damage Tav has used the tadpole powers but refuses to become half-illitid and keeps it how it is. Tav ascends Astarion- but is convinced by Jaheira or someone else that he is incapable of feeling love now and becomes afraid of him- (Astarion still is very much capable of love) Astarion responds of course like a scorned ex, and lies through his teeth when the break up happens and breaks tav's heart. Timeskip- it is revealed Tav's altered brain still has mindflayer powers, but because of the trauma of the final fight he suffers from severe memory loss and pretty much got themselves in a position were he is dying- only for Astarion to come around and save him by turning him- then be met with guilt and over-protectiveness when he realizes Tav does not remember their time together anymore. (would work for a series, this concept is what I intend to use for an AU of my character but it would be very different.) Lots of angst but soft ascended astarion towards male tav :3 very gentle- very protective.

You were There too AU were Tav was kept by Cazador but never turned, just kept as a snack- so Astarion knows him and they may have fallen in love during that time. During the ritual Cazador threatens to replace Astarion with Tav- Astarion goes feral.

I forget you're an Urchin Playing into the fact that Astarion was a corrupted Noble- knows what luxury life is like- inspired by how my tav is an urchin and very unfamiliar with luxury- Tav is Astarion's consort- but is very awkward not knowing ANYTHING about noble life, from etiquette to wearing jewelry and fancy garbs. Wholesome stuff- Probably lots of fluff. Astarion spoiling Tav and showing him off.

Three of them AU were Gale and Astarion and Tav are a in a polycule, after ascension Astarion becomes a little overly possessive over Tav- Gale notices a bit late and feels left out, but supports his loved ones new life goals... Of world domination.

I'm married, get over it Au were male tav has an horrible ex who breaks in the mansion because he thinks tav is enslaved to Astarion- but he's not- He's just as evil as Astarion. And they're very affectionate- Astarion enjoys rubbing it into the ex's face. Extra points if the ex is a human cleric, paladin, or bard with too much facial hair. (COUGHS)

Warlock? cool Any fic that plays into the warlock theme openly for tav, not similary to Wyll- all though I don't want to restrict anyone to a specific type of patron. (my patron is a great old one) keep in mind there's warlock patrons outside of the subclasses in the bg3 game if you need inspiration. If tav's patron is female, give them a mother-son kind of bond since tav is gay.

Other, Tropes I like described vaguely cuz my brain stoopid but ideas that can be expanded into one fic or more -oh shit you're dying don't worry I can fix it with a bite -you're so beautiful I want a 100 paintings of you akjdkhgkfhgk -The gods literally made you to ruin me god damn it I should've known -tav is small / fragile looking man but he can stab you 100 times over -tav can sing, or is creative but he doesn't like sharing this side of him (loki is 100% exactly this lol) hes easily embarrassed -tav is internally panicking because he is very very very gay. -tav has scars too and is very insecure about his body. -overprotectiveness, lots of handholding keep you close kinda stuff -wholesome physical affection, does not have sexual implications even if they talk dirty or flirt silly -words being used like petite, twink- or cute in the right context. -maybe a fic focussing on tav being half elf and the struggles that come with it. Otherwise leave race up to reader. -Tav was already a vampire before they met, or is a dhampir -Astarion and tav knew each other 200 years ago -I will pet you aggressively and affectionally and you will like it -who the fuck are you drawing? wait thats me??? oh -Astarion is creative too and might doodle. -love at first sight but in denial.. cuz its funny -tav has insomnia and needs cuddles... -tav is a necromancer and familiar with vampire lore. -anything reflecting the vampire bride/groom lore in a scene. (there's a reddit post explaining this) -Vampire hunters coming after tav in attempt to hurt Astarion because he's become pretty untouchable -Vampire Tav does not want to feed on his victims because he finds that too intimite -Vampire tav is a vampire lord too- but not an ascended one- and he isn't corrupted by greed. -Astarion technically can compel Tav, but has no desire to do so and voices this openly to anyone who tries to argue Tav is a slave. -If Astarion hurts tav by accident in any way he feels horrible and will shower him in gifts or thousands of love language things just to affirm that it was an oopsie and he did not want to do that. He'd never do that willingly. -consent consent consent anything with consent- love language is consent -tav was a sex worker himself before they met but not anymore -lots of fluff stuff -scheming husbands plotting the downfall of the world together, bonus points if tav is the mastermind and a genius -Polycule with Gale, either as Triad, or Triangle -Admiring from afar, staring- lots of staring- intense consential staring -astarion beating up tav's abusers while tav sips from a chalice like a spoiled consort -dramatic vampire parties and all the normie vampire lords are scared of Astarion and his consort -vampire politics are kind of like ballroom hissing contests with fancy banquets and showing off your partner -I will go feral if someone hurts or touches you -steer clear of the consort, or the master will gut you -jealous vampire lord tries to seduce tav but tav is very loyal to astarion and not having it -astarion gets a cleric or powerful mage in his court just to revive tav if tav dies -You offended my husband? I'm setting your village on fire -Everyone thinks the consort tav is weak- but the consort might actually be more dangerous oh no -None of the above lines have to be necessarily restricted by ingame universe, can all be AU- does not have to include the whole mindflayer drama. Rule of Cool.

Avoid these please? I personally dislike that -misgendering tav (babygirl, queen, girly, strictly effeminate- any words that might demasculinize tav, as a gay man this stuff makes me really uncomfortable) -Overly describing tav's features as if they're set without leaving it open to the reader (long hair, skin color, favorite colors, etc) -Astarion knew tav when tav was still a child and Astarion was an adult. -Astarion abusing tav physically, just.. Please no. -...they're teenagers in high school... *dies* -brainwashing.. No offense to people who like some tropes I don't- You're fine :V We all have different tastes!

Headcanons for how Ascension works that you can use (inspired by ingame dialogue and such) -Tav isn't a regular spawn, but a vampire groom- He was turned differently, not buried for 2 days. Astarion can sense Tav is in danger if he is a groom, or sense strong emotions from him. -Tav is not immune to sunlight unless he stays in close range of Astarion. (based on dialogue) -Astarion might be a bit warmer to the touch since he is a living vampire now. He does not have to feed on blood- but Tav still requires blood and is cold to the touch.

Might edit this post later with more.

#bg3 #male tav #astarion x male tav #astarion x male reader #prompts #these are some of my preferences #vampire #ascended astarion #astarion bg3 #fanfiction #fanfic prompts #ideas

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iamjucie · 2 months

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Do you have a song that is your personal Astarion anthem? I have a few for each of the "Astarions." These are mine, but I'm curious to hear yours! Leave a comment with it/them.

Pre-canon Spawn Astarion:

"Dead Arms & Dead Legs" by Eliot Sumner

"I occupy these feet with these dead arms and these dead legs The brambles catch and tighten and they pull me into bed This is no retaliation, this is the universe I imagine myself walking here 5 million years before"

"Maniac" by Phoebe Green

"You play girls like a man, but your eyes are like a child Your face is cool and calm but your hair is wrecked and wild You hide behind your metaphors and pray that no one sees The fare behind your poker face, your dark and twisted needs"

"rises the moon" Liana Flores

"Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end Sun digs its heels to taunt you But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same Rises the moon"

In-game Spawn Astarion:

"Flawless Execution" Pierce the Veil:

"Please stop, don't worry I can be your freak I will scar you with my Flawless execution every time"

"Tongues and Teeth" The Crane Wives:

"And I know that you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything And if you're fine with that You can be mine like that"

"Body" Grandma's House:

"You do not recognize the bodies in the water You do not know their face, their face I do not know the body I was born with I do not recognize my face, my face, my face"

Ascended Astarion:

"You've Created a Monster" Bohnes:

"Breathe in, now the prey becomes the hunter Screamin', raise the dead and bring the thunder You've created a monster I just keep getting stronger Nightmare, I'm gonna haunt you You've created a monster"

"This is Love" Air Traffic Controller:

"I've got no shame, got no pride Only skeletons to hide And if you try to talk to someone Well, then someone has to die Once you chase me down the hole Yeah, once you think you're in control You'll believe that we are partners And you're feeling comfortable Oh, then the darkness rolls in And you'll forget who I have been But you'll love, love, love it, this is love"

"God Complex" VIOLENT VIRA:

"I wanna be the true savior The one with a terrible demise I wanna be the Messiah, pariah The one who never dies I wanna be your true love Yes and the only one You could cry to all the time I could just be who you need Darling won't you just plead Or should I begin to bleed?"

I have three separate playlists for each Astarion "Variant" that I've put a lot of time and effort into, and continue to refine. I will link them if you are looking for a good Astarion playlist!

Happy listening!! I can’t wait to hear what songs make you think of Astarion!♥️🩸🦇

#astarion posting #astarion #ascended astarion #vampire ascended astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion playlist #astarion romance #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #character playlist #spotify playlist #Spotify

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octy-in-boots · 4 months

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Sometimes you just wanna give everyone a makeover...

Thanks to a bunch of little mods, I was able to tweak everyone's visuals a little to the left of their default looks!

Lae'zel has a combination of her default hair, a mashup of her and Jaheira's hairs, and languid bandit with black highlights/grey streaks thanks to the vanilla hair mixer mod. She has black lips to match her default makeup, and ashlander set 2(?) from the dunmer mod. An extra eye scar really gives her that war-worn look!

Astarion has added Sorcha Curls to his default hair to give him a little ponytail via the mixer mod. He also has some darker eyeliner/tired-around-the-eyes tattoo to make him look just a bit more undead (and dashing!). Lastly, he has Highkey Dirks from jerinski's piercing mods because everyone deserves to have cute earrings. (I drew his new look!)

Karlach has the scarred vanilla head from the datamined karlach mod (which is super cool, but I fell in love with the vanilla face first). Her default hair has an added foxtail that turned red but looks pretty sweet, so I kept it. Her eyes are set to ash vampire (dunmer mod) which bestowed an amazing glow. I gave her the totemic tattoo and darkened lips since they look so nice with her other tats. Thanks to jerinski and trip's piercing mods, she looks even more badass!

Gale has a longer Wizardly Updo from the eponymous mod, with slightly more pronounced grey streaks. He has more mystra themed piercings because why not. Also he has glasses, which really makes him look like a professor.

Shadowheart has a combination of tav's salon 17 (based on her default, no bangs) and 71(?) along with languid bandit; dark purple highlights and makeup give her an edgy goth look. Finishing the look with purple crystal earrings, she truly does look like an acolyte of the dark goddess!

Wyll has the blade of avernus hairstyle from the more dreadlocks mod and the rougish beard. I gave him a broken blade neck tattoo and made his skin just a hint more red. A tiefling mod gives him a new body with tail and claws, and he's got j & t piercing option.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 mods #lae'zel of k'liir #astarion ancunin #karlach cliffgate #gale dekarios #shadowheart #wyll ravengard

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illithiddies · 4 months

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I just finished a campaign on an Astarion origin run where I'd:

Refused to tell anyone in the game about his vampirism whatsoever, for as long as physically possible

Refused to learn about the ritual or scars whatsoever, for as long as physically possible

I really just wanted to see exactly how many failsafes the game would have about this and what would happen if you skipped all of them.

So anyways here's how that went. (Spoilers obviously)

One of the earlier things I noticed that was pretty cool is that the "tell your companions you're a vampire" dialogue option seems to change, somewhere between Act 1 and 2. It's approval based! Don't know the exact trigger but it's somewhere between 10-70 approval to get the second version.

Version 1:

Version 2:

The way it works is kind of interesting. It adds a Charisma check in the second version, whereas if you fail the check you just get the Version 1 dialogue again but slightly bitchier.

The conversation that you get when you out yourself by biting someone doesn't change at all throughout the game.

If you enter Act 3, the game continues to keep it a secret up until the moment you leave camp and load into Rivington for the first time, during which the game will retroactively add a journal entry to Astarion's quest acting like he already told everyone a long time ago. If you approach the spawn or bite someone or do anything else it's all treated as if the companions already know. The game pretty much will not let you experience Act 3 with your companions not knowing he's a vampire. Boo.

So, in conclusion for keeping the vampirism secret: Not really any cool new dialogue and doesn't work past the end of Act 2, not super worth it honestly. But extremely funny for flavor.

As for the scars and ritual: I'd heard a couple early rumors that reading the Necromancy of Thay added knowledge to the ritual in Act 3, so I avoided it.

I also:

Ignored the Gur hunter in the swamp

Declined Raphael's deal to understand the scars in act 2

Ignored the trance scene he's given afterwards to potentially understand the scars on his own

Refused to talk to the spawn in Act 3

Refused to talk to the Gur encampment

Hurried through the lower city/etc without long resting so the spawn wouldn't come to the camp

So by the time I actually made it to the palace, Astarion had essentially no idea that he was actually being hunted by Cazador, had no idea that his scars meant anything, and had no idea that any form of ritual was taking place. He was just showing up to kill Cazador.

When you go up the ladder to enter the palace, you're immediately met with one of his guards asking why you're not at the ritual so he first learns about it there. There is probably away to skip it but I didn't bother. You're able to ask what the ritual is for. I ignored it.

In the palace, if you talk to any of the palace attendants they ask why you're not at the ritual. You can ask them what the ritual is. I ignored it. Godey probably has some dialogue about it if you talk to him, but I just killed him anyways.

Finally, in the actual ritual chamber, there's a scroll in Velioth's chambers that'll explain the ritual. I ignored it. Went through the dialogue with Sebastian and ignored any of the dialogue options explaining what it was.

So finally, finally, if you make it allllll the way to Cazador, you can approach him with absolutely no fucking clue what he's doing.

There's two opportunities to ask him about it, but they both lead to the same dialogue.

But doing the rest of the scene, honestly nothing is different whatsoever. You can still ascend and nothing is changed.

So, in conclusion for going into the ritual blind: You don't need to do a single thing in this game to enable the ritual, apparently. At least for an origin save, I don't know if it's the same for a companion Astarion. You don't need the Necromancy book, the Velioth scroll, or to kill Yurgir or anything. It's basically all flavor text. So if your end goal is to ascend, unless you're RPing you don't have to worry about missing out on certain events.

You don't really get any cool new dialogue for skipping out on learning about it either, aside from a few various people getting to explain it to you for the first time.

#sorry for only doing the vampirism reveal with gale but that would be. a LOT of screenshots jfghjkfgh #i still have the save files so i can check with others if ppl want specific ones! but idk if they might require approval #astarion #astarion meta #bg3 #questlog

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rhube · 8 months

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Baldur's Gate 3 Companions according to my friend who hasn't played the game

I asked @ultharkitty to tell me what she knew and thought about each of the BG3 companions, based solely on what I have told her and images (which she was Googling before I could find them for her).

Obviously I have told her more about some characters than others ;D Order determined by who she remembered, then prompts from me, but saving Astarion for last as I have told her the most about him.

Contains some spoilers for Act 1.

The Hot Lady with the Horns (AKA Karlach)

My first choice for romancing, because she liked you when you were heroic and she was very straightforward about what she wanted. Excellent Outfit. She’s got an infernal engine as a heart, or possibly her lungs! Her outfit is made of belts! 12/10 for good LARP kit. Beware the ears, she’ll poke your eye out – oh, she has a tail! She does look like she could crush a man’s head between her thighs.

Is one of them called Gale? (AKA Gale)

I remember him – he’s a dick*. He looks like a douche canoe – I do not like his mullet. 8/10 for LARP – outfit is suitably LARPy. He does have a cool robe with a belt on. I don’t know – I don’t dig this guy. I remember he’s romanceable, but I don’t know why you’d want to. Oooh, I found a photo of him without any clothes on! Eh - he’s too buff. Someone needs to give him a sandwich and a glass of water. He’s the wizard! Yeah, I have no opinions about him.

*Please don't hate me Gale fans - this did not come from me! I nearly romanced him!

The dog! (AKA Scratch)

The dog! Is really important. Because you can play ball with the dog and pet the dog. And the dog’s owner fucking died. Dead on the floor. The dog is cute and has a very hopeful face. The fact that you can pet the dog is a big bonus for the game.

Owlbear Cub

10/10. No notes. Except the fact that it lost its mum – like OMG, that’s sad. I like that it grows up to be big.

Wyll

He seemed cool. He seemed nice. Ooh does he have wings? [I explained that no, not so far anyway.] 10/10 for LARP – outfit is very very nice. [I don't know which outfit she saw him in.] He looks like the kind of person who could mind your chocolate and he wouldn’t eat it. He looks like the owl bear cub and the dog would be safe with them. He’s got a scar on his face and I bet he got it defending kittens! Oooh, is he the guy wanted the necromancy book [I explained that no, that was Gale, and Wyll wanted us to destroy it.] Now that I know that I’m mildly disappointed in him, and a little less disappointed in Gale.

Lae'zel

Oh, her! Oh yeah! She seems cool. Another one whose ears would poke your eye out. Armour has paladin vibes. 6/10 on LARP – too shiny. Pure of heart and stabby of blade. She should hook up with the first chick and they should have fun, and romance and be gal pals. Her underwear is structurally impressive – I think I’ve seen stuff like that in sex shops! Kind of like a bra-harness, a braness, if you will. She also needs to hydrate – everybody needs to hydrate.

Shadowheart

She looks like chief judge Hershey. For the black hair. 7/10 for LARP – pretty cool, pretty LARPy. It’s got that cool, multilayered skirt over leggings, that you could hide a million pockets in – that’s very cool. Name suggests she understood the assignment at character gen.

Astarion

He wrote on his underpants, which to me is a bit of a red flag. What I know about him is he was bitten by a vampire but isn’t a full vampire yet, because he can apparently go out in the sun. He has aesthetically pleasing, romantic era white hair, and he has some kind of parasite in his brain, but it doesn’t stop him being hot. He’s easily impressed by things that you shouldn’t be easily impressed by. Like he’s impressed when you intimidate people. (The venn diagram between things I would enjoy in fiction and people I would like in real life only mildly intersects.) He’s like a walking warning sign. He wanted the necromancy book and I think we should give it to him. He’s clearly got issues. Likes taking his shirt off. He just kind of looks a little bit lost. Like 90% angst, ten percent hairstyle. The fangs get a thumbs up. He looks hotter in his fanart. 9/10 for LARP – I do enjoy his outfit when dressed, but he doesn’t seem to keep it on very much from what I’ve seen [In Astarion's defence, I sent Ultharkitty many screenshots from the sex scene.] He has scars on his back! Which gives him a plus 12 angst modifier, which is useful in combat scenes somehow. I’m getting very strong disaster vibes from this individual. Looking at all the pictures of him on Google image search – hurr hurr I found one in his pants – he’s Jaskier level slutty.

I mean, she is not wrong about Astarion.

Overall, despite some confusion between Gale and Wyll, I don't think this is a million miles off...

(Blame any transcription errors on me.)

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion #gale #karlach #owlbear cub #scratch #the dog #lae'zel #shadowheart #wyll #spoilers

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tehjai · 3 months

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consummatum est: tav x astarion, rated E

(Also on AO3 for your reading pleasure: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53214340 and requires login) Tags: M/F, Dirty Talk, Missionary Position, Penis In Vagina Sex, First Time, Astarion's Scars

Another expansion of an in-game love scene. Ariane has been a monastery ward until the tadpole, and while she's learned a lot of things, she's never gotten laid before. Astarion is offering, so.... why not? The party's winding down and it's time to get some. Let it never be said that she's not curious and enthusiastic.

“I don't think you want to talk.”

Astarion was correct, of course; Ariane had practically bolted for the treeline as soon as the last of the revelers had finally passed out in their cups.

Her bravado was failing; she knew he was full of shit, but her curiosity had been piqued and he was a highly attractive specimen of an elf. That was all the knowledge she had. The monastic order she'd been raised in was housed in Baldur's Gate; as a result they were more worldly and less ascetic than most of their peers. Nonetheless, a monastery was about as far from a den of debauchery as one could get.

She didn't want to talk, but she was only dimly aware of what she did want. All she knew was that she wanted it very much. But she had to be forthright, as awkward as it all was.

“I … no. I don't. But you're going to need to give me some hints as we go.”

“Hints, darling? We're alone. In the forest. I think our intentions are quite obvious here.”

“That's not what I mean. Remember how… I was your first? Well, now you're mine.” She managed to hold Astarion’s gaze for a few seconds before staring intently at the forest floor.

Everything fell quiet.

She felt cool fingers brush against the back of her hand, and glanced back up to find him looking at her with a soft smile on his face. “I'm very flattered that you… chose me.” His fingers traced up her arm as he stepped closer to her.

Suddenly her breathing came quicker and that dim desire sharply manifested into a shiver up her spine and a pleasant heat between her legs. “It's not… a problem?” Ariane held his gaze, trying to look unbothered.

He took her face in his hands, running a thumb across her lower lip. “Not at all. You have exquisite taste. We're going to have a wonderful time, darling. I'll see to that.” Tilting her chin up, he met her lips with a soft, hungry kiss, hands wandering again until they rested on her hips, pulling her closer still, until she had to wrap her arms around his shoulders to stay steady on her feet.

A quiet, restrained moan escaped her and she could feel the heat rushing to her face even as she unashamedly clung to him, returning the kiss as best as she could manage, using him as a sort of guide on what to do. The sensuality of it was astounding and it brought a smile to her face.

“Ah, there she is,” Astarion chuckled, his lips wandering along her jawline. “You're not the celibate sort at all, are you?”

Ariane shook her head, finding her footing and letting her hands wander along the planes and curves of his bare torso. “I was never ordained. That leaves pretty much anything open,” she admitted, “but I just never had an opportunity–”

“And now here you are, seizing what you want. To be known. To be tasted.”

She nodded. “What do you want?”

For a moment the vampire looked taken aback; his normally sharp eyes going soft and round for the time it took her heart to beat thrice. Then he grinned a rakish, fanged grin that made her visibly squirm with repressed desire and whispered in her ear: “What do any of us want? Pleasure. Yours and mine. Our collective ecstasy.”

Ariane knew Astarion was posturing; he laid it on thicker than the late-night mist that gathered around the roots of the trees. Yet something in his words, something about the naked lust in his striking red eyes spoke to her. “That sounds…yeah. We're on the same page.”

He lifted her into his arms, then – she held on reflexively until he had her backed up against a tree and his kisses were hungry and bruising and his delicate and inviting hands were all over her and she was lost in sensation. In him.

This was an awakening of sorts, in the arms of a theatrical undead man that she'd taken to being the food supplier for.

And it was obvious to her that he knew it, too. He stripped himself down and grinned at her again, a cheeky expression, showing fangs. His next words were spoken lowly and punctuated by his tongue trailing over the tip of her ear. “That's what you want,” he said, his hands moving to the hem of her shirt and dipping underneath to trail cool fingertips against her breast, “isn't it? To lose yourself in me?”

Ariane could only nod as he undressed her. All of the discipline and control in the world would not have prepared her for the onslaught of sensation and natural reflexes that overtook her now: his tongue on her ear left her gasping; her skin pebbled under his touch, nipples hard against his palms passing by; and another stoic, half-stifled moan left her while he backed her up against a tree, lifting her straight off the ground.

“Truly, I just want to have fun… to know–”

“Oh, darling,” and here Astarion’s theatricality put him flush against her body, “we're going to have a lot of fun.”

The man was still full of shit, but something about her, or the situation, or something else she couldn't discern seemed to have him aroused - she could feel his cock, hard and heavier than she'd expected, pressed between the two of them.

Instinct took over again: reflexively, and with a playful yet shaky grin of her own, she rocked her hips forward. Astarion let out a surprised hiss at that, and Ariane smirked, a little victorious. “I'm a quick learner,” she whispered. Then she pushed herself away from the tree with a free hand. The two of them toppled over into the misty, damp leaves, and Ariane was left straddling Astarion, who blinked in surprise and then smiled so broadly his fangs caught the moonlight.

“You absolute minx.”

She blushed as his hands moved around her, giving her ass a teasing squeeze. “I take my cues from the best,” she said airily, rocking against him again, gasping as his cock slid teasingly against her folds and she realized how wet she was. It was rare that Ariane's body did something she could not control.

She craved more. Astarion leaned up again, his cool, smooth lips slowly warming against her inexorable heat. Hurriedly, she let down her hair, sweeping it to one side and showing off her neck to him.

“But I want you to show me everything.”

Tilting his head, her vampire paramour turned the tables; he moved with such quickness and unexpected strength that when Ariane found herself on her back with her thighs spread and Astarion between them, so terribly close to being inside of her, she let out a yelp.

“I am the best,” he said, running his tongue alongside the side of her neck. “May I?”

Ariane did not expect what happened next. She nodded, breathing a much-too-needy-sounding “Yes,” and then he had his cock hilted inside of her and his fangs sinking into her neck.

The combination of the hot, novel sensation in her cunt and that pleasant icy numbness in her neck sent her reeling; she clung to Astarion, whose thrusts were surprisingly gentle, gasping with pleasure at the sensuality of it all. He fed for perhaps a handful of minutes, concluding with a soft lick over the wounds he'd left, and then he kissed her again.

She could taste her own blood on his lips and found that she liked it.

“How does it feel, darling? With my cock inside you?”

“Incredible,” she admitted. “I didn't think it'd be this….easy.” She felt full, and strangely grounded.

“Well,” he grunted, “you were ready for me. It's supposed to be easy if you're doing it right.” He reared up slightly, his thrusting still a gentle, slow rhythm while his hands roamed her hot brown skin, grabbing each breast in turn and sucking on her nipples until they were rock-hard and glistening in the moonlight.

“I –” Ariane swallowed thickly. “I'm not used to things I can't control –” That was the truth of it; her entire practice, the manipulation of ki, the source of her usefulness despite all her inexperience - it was predicated on her having absolute command of her body and mind.

This - he - was breaking all of that. And she was aroused, fascinated, and desperate for him to take her there again.

The grin on his face told her that he was more than aware of it. “Then you must have wanted me badly to get as wet as you are.” Astarion was pressing his chest to hers again, cradling the trembling monk in his arms. “You yield so wonderfully, darling. Do you want more?”

“...there's more?” Even the promise of it sent a pleasurable twist down her spine and she could feel her hips rising to meet his, completely on instinct, all the while her cunt fluttering around him. “Oh–”

He quivered between her legs. “By the Hells, Ariane, you're tight–”

“I told you–”

“It's not a bad thing, darling. Merely makes me want to ravage you.”

She couldn't demur her way out of this; he was still fucking her, slow and gentle, but when he spoke, she could feel herself getting wetter. She couldn’t even pretend that the idea didn’t hold appeal, and elected to be honest. “...maybe I came here to be deflowered and debauched.”

“Well, the first is merely a technicality that we’ve already solved. As for the second, shall we see what makes you scream for me?” And then he withdrew from her, kissing her forehead gently before settling with his head between her thighs. For a few agonizing moments, he simply looked her up and down, a thoughtful expression on his face, before breaking the silence with: “Tell me, Ariane, do you at least touch yourself?”

She felt heat rising to her cheeks. “...yeah.” She had, a handful of times, in the lead-up to this whole scenario. But it wasn’t like this.

“Show me.”

“What?”

He lifted his head sharply, using his hands to spread her thighs and keep them open. “Touch yourself,” he urged, “right now. I want to see.” Astarion’s crimson eyes locked with hers and once again Ariane was acting on instinct and want. Two fingers. Right on target. Quick, furious circles against her clitoris and Gods was she wet. She stared at him, watched his eyes break from hers to stare at the sight of her, still pinned down by him but able to rock her hips in time with her stroking. He glanced back up into her eyes and grinned, fangs poking out to rest on his lower lip.

“Well done,” he intoned. “Now, love, don’t stop –” Lifting her hips, he entered her again, using the angle to hilt himself, gasping at the inviting warmth of her cunt, chuckling when she arched toward him as though he was capable of going deeper. “What a sweet, greedy thing you are.”

Ariane threw her free arm around Astarion’s shoulder, cupping the back of his head in her palm, using that as leverage to fuck him back, all the while her fingers rubbed clumsily against the soaked apex of her folds. “It’s good,” she whispered. “It feels so good–”

The vampire let out a pleased hiss through gritted teeth. “Yes,” he murmured, his voice a sultry purr, “it does. Show me how good, darling.”

She was breathing so heavily that it came in ragged pants, and her eyes were a little bit glassy as she focused on him, still lightly gripping her thighs. Twisting out of his grip, she wrapped her thighs around his waist and scratched her fingernails along his scalp - he moaned when she did it. “You first.”

“What would you have me say? That you’re a beautiful woman to behold?” Astarion’s voice went dangerously, seductively low and his words were uttered in time to his slow, steady, but still teasingly shallow thrusts. “That it thrills me to be the first to be inside of you? All of this is true, Ariane.” A pause. “But if I’m to ravage you, you delectable little treat, I need to make you scream for me.”

“Then fuck me harder,” she grunted, lifting her hips up to collide roughly with his, her still-frantic fingertips sandwiched between them. “Give me something to scream about–”

“You’re delightfully naughty, my love.” His expression grew dark, and then he finally worked into her in earnest, drawing all the way back and slamming into her deliciously wet cunt until he was balls-deep and doing it over and over again. “Let them know what you chose to do tonight, and who you chose to do it with.”

“Astarion–” Something was brewing inside of her, all of the sensations seeming to peak. “There’s– I’m–” She stared up at him, awe peeking through her glassy-eyed stare. “What are you doing to me? I love it–”

“You take me so well, darling. You’re about to come on my cock. Don’t fight it. Let go.”

She did, her hands leaving her body and reaching to grab greedily at his ass, screaming his name into the night like it was a prayer, and all the pleasurable feelings came to a head, growing and growing until there was a precipice and she stepped off of it and –

The ki in her body seemed to let go like a bow string placed under tension and she was left a quivering, wet mess below Astarion, who was grinning down at her with his fangs showing again. “What a sight,” he remarked, slowly withdrawing from her and sitting back on his haunches to watch as Ariane laid there on her back, chest heaving, staring at the night sky.

She was within herself and outside of herself at the same time; what her vampire paramour had pulled out of her was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Ariane closed her eyes, intent on taking a deep breath and continuing this wonderful night –

When she opened them next, the sun was rising and the night was over. An odd, incomplete feeling came over her. She'd had the experience she was after, but had he?

“Good morning,” Astarion was a few paces away from the pile of rumpled clothes they'd left in their wake, standing shirtless, arms raised, palms out, basking in the sun as it broke through a clearing in the trees.

“I…didn't intend to fall asleep,” Ariane said sheepishly, looking around for her shirt. “Sorry for cutting everything short.”

He laughed. “I had every intention of running you ragged. I just didn't think it would be so easy. Seemed like you needed the rest, so I left you to it.”

“You stayed the whole time?”

“Of course. Leaving you in the woods would be so gauche.”

That he would wait for her to wake struck her as oddly tender. There was heat in Ariane's face, and as she shrugged back into her tunic, her eyes fell over the vampire's back, into which was etched something. “Did you have a good time? I think back on it and it was like you weren't really there–”

“Oh, darling, you were marvelous. It's true though– I was holding back. I didn't want to go too far.”

She nodded; it made sense to her, given that the last time he'd gotten too excited about feeding from her that she'd died. The extra sensation of fucking him certainly had her losing control, but she didn’t have the same kind of hunger he did. “Those scars, though. Interesting. How'd you come by them?”

“A gift from Cazador,” Astarion muttered. “Some kind of poem. He did it all in one night, and made a lot of revisions as he went.”

Ariane couldn't help it; she gasped, internally cursing herself for being too self-absorbed to even notice them until morning. They were hauntingly beautiful, but everything in his tone suggested he didn't ask for them. “I…see.”

A few moments passed of awkward, tense silence between the two elves as he stood there with no shirt and she stood there with no pants. She was technically a maiden no longer but she was still entirely as odd as she'd ever been. This sort of revelation seemed like something she should comment on, but Ariane couldn’t find anything to say, and instead offered a sheepish smile and a nod.

“That’s probably enough pillow talk,” Astarion's voice was quiet but no less dramatic and it was a kind of normalcy that broke the tension. “We should get back before the tieflings drag us into another mess.”

“Right. Let me get my pants, then.”

#bg3 #bg3 fanfic #tav x astarion #oc: ariane tav #ship: alliterative murder melees #stupid sexy astarion #and his stupid sexy love scenes

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Will you write more Astarion/Karlach/Wyll for the Touches Ask Game? What about #42 for hand-holding ("dragging the other with them, holding their hand")?

"I'm going to fucking melt", Karlach groans, desperately trying to fan herself with one of Astarion's books but the relief it brings is minimal. Gods, she needs some ice cold ale or maybe she needs Astarion to lie on top of her like a living cooling pad.

She doubts that he would indulge her.

"One might think that you'd be less affected by heat than the rest of us", Wyll muses. His beautiful dark skin is gleaming with sweat and Karlach tries very hard not to let her mind wander too much because. That is not on the table at the moment.

"I know right? Fuck Zariel for giving me this stupid engine and it doesn't even make me immune to fucking heat", she says and protests when Astarion pulls the book out of her hand.

"That's expensive, darling", he says, entirely unimpressed by her suffering.

"I'm priceless", she sniffs and Wyll laughs while Astarion raises one perfectly plucked eyebrow at her. There is a twitch in the corner of his mouth though that suggests that he's almost smiling. Karlach loves following the laughter lines on his face when he thinks she's not looking. Or well. Even when he knows she's looking, really.

"Maybe we should just go and take a swim", Wyll suggests and Karlach wants to kiss him.

"Holy fuck, you're a genius", she breathes and goes to hug him. Fuck, they're both so sweaty.

"Oh good. Does that mean I'll get some reading time now?", Astarion asks but Karlach will hear nothing of it.

"No, you're coming with", she proclaims and Astarion blinks at her.

"Uh—", he starts but Karlach is already on the move, grabbing his slender hand with hers and then Wyll with her other hand as she pulls the both of them towards the lake near their camp. How in the nine hells didn't she think of this sooner?

"Skinny dipping", she shouts full of joy and excitement, entirely ignoring Astarion's complains and Wyll's gentle protests about getting naked. It's not like she'll force anyone to undress but fuck, she is going to be so fucking naked. The sun can suck her dick.

When they reach the lake Karlach lets go of her boys' hands and rips off her pants first, then her bra and finally her underwear before turning around to face Wyll and Astarion. Wyll's eyes are very wide and fixed on her face with a look that makes Karlach chuckle.

Fuck, he's so endearing when he's trying to be a perfect gentleman.

Astarion meanwhile has no qualms about looking at her but he still looks as if he's ready to murder her.

"Come on, it'll be fun!", she promises.

"It most certainly will not be", Astarion sniffs. "I'm a vampire, in case you forgot. I can't swim."

Karlach blinks and turns her head to look up at the sun high at the sky before lowering her gaze again only to catch Wyll staring at her tits which makes her feel a rush of delight and excitement. She points up at the scorching summer sun in the sky.

"You sure that swimming is off the table, Fangs? It's pretty sunny and you're totally fine", she says. Astarion huffs.

"Maybe I don't want to tempt fate too much", he says with a dismissive gesture but his eyes wander over Karlach's body as if her being naked is more tempting to him than he lets on.

"Pretty please?", she says and does her best of a puppy eye expression. Maybe this doesn't work as well while she has her tits and dick out, but Wyll at least seems to want to indulge. Karlach tries very hard not to stare when his muscular torso is exposed, revealing the two horizontal scars on his chest and that pretty trail of hair leading into his pants that she keeps staring at while he's wearing his camp clothes.

She can be normal. She can be totally chill about this. And she has to jump into the cold water immediately before her dick gets too excited.

"Last one in the water loses!", she shouts and turns around to run into the water before taking a dive headfirst. Cool silence meets her underneath the surface and man. Yet another awesome thing on this wonderful world. In Avernus she would never have been able to take a swim in a cool lake on a summer day.

When she breaks through the surface she throws her head back and beams, looking to see if Wyll has already followed her. And indeed, his head is floating close by, a soft smile on his face while he watches her.

"That was a pretty great idea", he says and looks pleased with himself. Karlach laughs and splashes him with water before turning her head to look for Astarion who is still standing on the shore of the lake, looking down at his nails as if nothing concerns him.

Patience, Karlach. Patience.

Fuck, she's so bad at patience.

To distract herself from the desperate need to throw Astarion over her shoulder and drag him into the lake she reaches for Wyll, discovering that he is indeed entirely naked.

More patience. Alright. No big deal.

At least she can kiss him so she does, pulling Wyll close while her toes dig into the soft sand on the bottom of the lake. Wyll sighs against her lips and Karlach wishes someone would give her a gold star for not getting a boner right now. She hugs him tight, feeling his naked legs wrap around her waist.

Yup. She can be normal. She can be totally not horny about this.

"Well now you're just both being terribly rude", Astarion complains and Karlach pulls back to look at him over Wyll's shoulder.

"Come in, Fangs", she urges. Astarion huffs.

"I value my life and have no interest in wasting it on a glorified bath that doesn't even have bubbles in it", Astarion says but Karlach is pretty good at reading him by now and she gets that he's scared.

"Be right back", she says to Wyll and kisses him again before detaching from him and walking back onto the shore and towards Astarion who eyes her suspiciously. He doesn't protest when Karlach pulls his white shirt over his head and he allows her to open his pants. She revels in the flush on his cheeks and his stubborn crossing of arms in front of his naked, white chest.

He's much more slender than Wyll and way less hairy and gods, so, so fucking pale in the bright sunlight. Karlach finds him so beautiful she would love nothing more than to fuck him right here by the lake.

But.

Not now.

Now she takes his hand and pulls him towards the water slowly, watches as he stares down at his feet as they touch the surface for the first time. His breath hitches and he blinks before taking another step. He's up to his ankles now.

"See?", she says softly and smiles at him. "I got you."

Astarion glares at her but there's no heat behind it. Wyll joins them and takes his other hand.

"If you let me drown I'll come back to haunt you forever", Astarion warns as he wades in deeper while holding onto both of their hands like a lifeline.

"You're too hot to let you drown", Karlach jokes to give him an opportunity to deflect his fear with flirting and snark like he usually does.

"So true, darling. I'd be a waste of a perfectly handsome vampire", Astarion answers. When he's up to his waist he stops, looking out over the surface as if he's deep in thought and overwhelmed by all the things he can do now that the tadpole has freed him from his former master. Karlach can relate.

"You are so brave", Wyll says softly and presses a kiss to Astarion's temple for which he's immediately splashed with water again. Karlach laughs and allows herself to float on the cool water surface, never letting go of Astarion's hand.

feel free to send me more of these <3

#wyllachstarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 fic #mi writes #karlach cliffgate #astarion ancunin #wyll ravengard #anon i am sending you a hundred cupcakes for allowing me to dive deeper into the ot3 sauce :'D

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