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cursedhaglette · 2 months

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Shoutout Sunday

it is so freaking kind of @littlejuicebox and @tallymonster to tag my work in their shoutout posts, so i wanted to add my own recs of fics i am currently wishing I could leave 1000 kudos on.

also fair warning, i'm a long fic girl. give me an OC to be obsessed, someone i can imagine my own hanging out with, and hopefully one that their author is also obsessed with. i wanna feel that through the writing. and with these, you can.

Pieces Left Stuck in Your Teeth by @howlsmovinglibrary / @wetcatspellcaster - i couldn't put this down when i started it, to the point i was reading it in the car when i should have been grocery shopping. i couldn't stop. it is witty always, devastating at times, and this version of Astarion is just terrible and hilarious in all the best ways

Not Your Sweetheart by @kittenintheden - the most natural dialogue I've ever read, and also the most hilarious. kitten also has such a talent for writing every character in a way that has me laughing each time anyone in her fic speaks. unless it hurts, in which case, it's gonna hurt a LOT

I Want to be Better; Let's Make Each Other Worse by @redrook - my frequent writing bud who's ideas outdo my own more often that not, Jack is an absolute genius and their fic shows it with every word written. the strange ox like you've never seen him before, dolphin riding, ceiling sex - you name it, it's in here AND it makes sense

Pour One Out by the absolutely delicious mind of @aevallare - auristarion supremacy for always. we all know kindred but if you aren't also reading Pour One Out you are, unfortunately, a fool

Sonnet of the Lone Cardinal by @brain-rot-central - neech is doing something truly different with this devastating and delicious A!A piece. and for it to be her first long fic??! the talent is insane

Made for This by @olivedrop - Olive's fic brings me so much joy, not just because Olive herself is an absolute delight, but because her writing is so real and the way she captures the companions feels like it was cut dialogue it's so good

now you want some SMUT? OKAY lets talk - take these and call me in the morning

Think of Me by @scaryanneee is the smut fic of all time for me. i've recced this an unhealthy number of times, probably bordering on it being obsessive

inevitable by @aevallare the smut fic i rec the second most because it's just so easy to place myself in the moment alex writes and as always, i love when the tadpole gets thrown in while folks get nasty

Where were you when I was new? by @kittenintheden - just shut the fuck up and read this and you'll get it. also i'll never stop thinking about how kitten writes dialogue in smut because holy cow

Pent Up by @underdark-dreams - this isn't even Astarion I'm sorry. it's Rolan. i don't even know if i like Rolan. BUT I LOVE THIS FIC. it is so fucking good oh my god.

Careless Whisper by @tallymonster - okay i might be biased because Tally offered to mention Halia here and made her the goddamn prima ballerina, but this is also just So Good and such a fun read. modern AUs don't usually work for me, but this one is that charming

and of course, though i doubt you need my rec to know her by now, anything written by miss @fangswbenefits will make your toes curl. and i mean anything.

#astarion fic writers #astarion fic recs #astarion fanfic recs #astarion fic #astarion fanfic recommendations #fanfic recommendation #fanfic rec #bg3 fanfic #hagbabbles

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littlejuicebox · 2 months

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Shoutout Sunday

Here I am again with another recommendation list! This one is a bit different from the last, in that these recs are all fics written in third person rather than second person POV. Listed in no particular order. I wanted to include some smaller writers and newer pieces that may have not gained much traction yet!

I know I write a lot of second person POV, and I also enjoy reading this POV. BUT, I do want to encourage people to consider reading both first and third person work as well.

Some of these pieces are THE most compelling things I’ve ever read. Especially when someone’s OC is involved. Creators put A LOT of love into their OC work. If you like a creator’s second person stuff, I strongly encourage you to read their things written in other POVS… there’s a high chance it’s even better than their second person work, tbh.

All recommendations are below the cut. Happy Reading!

Thrice Before Dawn by @cursedhaglette- This is a smut piece set in Act 1. I promise you all that I thought about this fic for days after I read it. Physically made me blush. Top tier banter and the ending is chef’s kiss. It’s sort of a One Shot but I believe it’s also an ongoing collection/series.

Starlit Skirts by @wilteddreamsofbaldursgate - This One Shot is the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff. This piece made me tear up. Every piece of Emi’s is divine. Astarion is working on creating Tav’s wedding dress and has been for months. The issue is, it’s requiring constant altering.

Blood in the Mortar by @bardic-inspo (tumblr) / bardic_inspo (AO3) - An AA One Shot that is beautifully written and exceptionally compelling, based on the concept of AA’s love interest being a vampire bride. Her OC Naomi is fantastic! OP hasn’t written smut in over a year and yet she does well, as if it’s her day job.

Memories of Us by @tallymonster - I maintain this is the only AU longfic I currently read and I adore it. There are a few chapters I am dying to catch up on. This version of Astarion is so interesting, I really like how she works with the concept of a vampire outliving all of his prior friends/contacts.

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room by @tragedybunny - Bunny is an OG, I’m certain most of you are familiar with her One Shots. She has a huge Masterlist, and surely you can throw a dart and any title it hits will be a win. But this AA series is a new longfic work of hers and I cannot wait to see where she takes it.

Loose the Arrow by pentuppen (AO3 only, unsure if the tumblr blog is the same person?) - This is the first BG3/Ascended Astarion longfic ever read and I was hooked. It inspired me to start writing myself! This storyline is compelling and the perfect blend of angst/comfort/smut. I’m not going to give away the plot, but the author’s summary itself is intriguing. Here’s a bit: “One night every year. She is always there waiting and he will always come.”

#READ THIRD PERSON POV DONT BE SCARED #littlejuiceboxrecs #astarion fic writers #fanfic recommendation #astarion fanfic recs #astarion fanfic recommendations #astarion fic #astarion fanfic

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insomnikat-mused · 3 months

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Obsession. Character study. Art.

for Feedback Fest 2024 I went through my bookmarks and managed to choose 10 completed fics + 1 I am avidly subscribed to. Some are novel-length. Some are ficlets. Some are fluff and funny and others are the most exquisite angst I have ever read.

All have an undercurrent of one or all of the themes above.

In no particular order (because Tumblr acts funny when I try to move them) and color-coded by medium for convenience:

Astarion's No Good Terrible Day by Qoboe. Tav x Astarion (BG3). Astarion keeps living the same day at the goblin camp, and Tav dies every time.

Seasons by StinglessWasp. GhostSoap (CoDIII). Four seasons, five countries, six months.

those hands were meant to love by Ahenix. TwiYor (SxF). Five times Loid Forger uses his hands to express love, and the one time he receives love through touch.

keepsakes hold power by dustandstatic. ThanZag (Hades). God's keepsakes and blessings change zagreus' appearance and behavior during an escape. Thanatos takes notice.

Things More Initimate by icarus_chained. Steve x Natasha (MCU Avengers). He'd asked her if he could draw her. She'd teased, wondering at the kind of drawings he meant. In the end … in all innocence, maybe he'd drawn something more intimate still.

i found my heart in your chest by snickiebear. KakaSaku (Naruto). Here’s the thing about loneliness: it eats you whole.

a knife in the country by cicak. Agnes x Rios (Picard). Agnes can't even begin to state the nature of her psychiatric emergency.

Conquest by ProlixInSpace. Shakarian (ME3). She doesn’t resent it exactly, but it’s just very hard to be comfortable in the presence of a 15-foot bronze replica of yourself. (She wonders often which of them has more metal parts.)

The Space Between by theSealby. Sylvix (FE3H). Felix keeps noticing a man in a museum.

must be this tall to ride by viperbranium. Stucky (MCU Avengers). Or how Bucky should probably pay more attention to the people around him before talking obscenities about a National Icon.

I Look To You to See the Truth by BitchBot3000. NejiHina (Naruto). Post-war, Hinata's life takes a different path and Neji is given the chance to dream.

#ifd2024 #feedback fest #multifandom #fanfiction recommendation #fanfic rec #tav x astarion #ghostsoap #twiyor #thanzag #capwidow #kakasaku #st picard #shakarian #sylvix #stucky #nejihina #ao3 fanfic

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poetickitten · 7 months

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Y'all want some... Astarion porn?

Title: In the quiet night

Tags: romance, smut, lots of feelings and hand-wrapping and noises and stuff, explicit, argument, slightly angry sex, mention of use of alcohol

Pairing: Astarion x f!Tav (both POVs)

Under the cut, because, y'know, porn.

warning: emotional breakdown in the tags

ok, so here it goes. hope ya enjoy!! :D

The night is turning dim in the hour before dawn. A canopy of stars stretches above, their distant light casting a gentle, ethereal glow over the campsite. Tavir is lying nestled in her bedroll, curled up in a ball, snug and warm. The muffled sounds of laughter and distant music swirling through the air from the lakeside are punctuated by the crackling of the dying campfire. The flickering flames dance like ancient spirits, their warmth still offering comfort as they slowly dwindle.

Drowsy as she feels from a little too much wine, her mind won’t allow Tavir to slip into peaceful slumber quite yet. Unacknowledged during the last few days, unbidden images of Astarion’s face emerged in her mind as soon as she closed her eyes; the outline of his lips in a wicked grin when he suggested she lie with him, the haughty look in his proud eyes when she refused; the way the moonlight caught in his hair tonight whenever she dared to steal a glance during the party; the way they were drawing circles around each other, watching each other out of the corners of their eyes. He must have found it hard tonight, amidst the many people mingling, chattering, and celebrating, to be the sole focus of attention and satisfy his seemingly unquenchable desire for shallow adoration. And so she saw, every now and then, a glimpse of his face when he thought that no one was looking. She was, and still is, inexplicably struck by the absence of the usual layer of callous nonchalance and almost indecent self-regard in his expression. It hits her, now that she is free to search her own mind for the cause of this unsettling restlessness, that something has been different for a while now…

Tavir tosses and turns for several minutes, trying to quieten the nervous movement of her fingers playing idly with a loose thread on her wool covered pillow, working through some lingering uncertainty.

What in the nine hells is going on? She told him: ‘No.’ And for good reason. ‘Too close.’, she said, and meant it. Too presumptuous, too cocksure of himself, too theatrical – and impossibly irritating. And she is too impatient for that. Having lived for years with no company but her own hasn’t exactly made her more willing to indulge people’s vanities and little manipulations. So why then this gleeful feeling at the thought of his face? His lips soft, close to hers. His voice, low and urgent in her ear, hands at her neck-

Suddenly aware that her heart is thudding, her eyes snap open and she can feel her brow furrowing. She stares angrily into the dim light cast by the dying embers behind her. Then, a low chuckle meets her ears.

“Aww, what’s the matter?”, the now familiar, drawling voice punctuates the otherwise peaceful atmosphere, “Bad dream? People making too much noise?”

Astarion is sitting on the ground not ten feet from her, lounging against an old fallen tree trunk, bottle in hand.

Tavir sits up, the warm cover falling from her shoulders, and looks back at him, annoyed and embarrassed. Her quick mind has a biting remark half formed, though she is still feeling a little woozy, when she notices the forced expression on his face: Sour-- trying, and almost failing, to fall back into his usual sneering tone of voice.

She stares.

“What?” He says somewhat aggressively, then leans his head back against the tree, eyes still fixed on her face. “Am I sitting too close?”, he scoffs, lips pulling up in a sardonic leer, failing to hide the genuine bitterness in his voice, although she can hardly believe it.

No one is watching now. His usually haughty expression still isn’t back. Instead – is she seeing this right? – the bitterness in his words is palpable.

“Why aren’t you with the others?”, Tavir asks, ignoring his rude tone.

He shrugs one shoulder in a non-committal gesture and averts his eyes.

She stares a moment longer.

He doesn’t answer.

“Why wake me, then?”, she snaps, about to turn her back to him.

“Oh, excuse me, my dear.”, voice dripping with sarcasm, “I forgot. I shall maintain a proper distance from now on.” He gets up, a little unsteady on his feet. But he doesn’t walk away.

They glare at each other. His thinly veiled criticism of her demand to keep some distance between them stings. What right does he have to question her wish? All newly blossoming tenderness for him quickly drains from her mind, to be replaced by the desire to gain the upper hand. After all, she left well alone. Every time they crossed each other’s paths at the party, she circled back, avoiding him. So, he noticed.

After a few moments he turns as if to walk away, but then reels back round and hisses at her. “Don’t think I didn’t realize what you were doing tonight! Discovered some new-found interest in the toy you threw aside yesterday, did you?”

“What?”, she blurts out, indignant, feeling somewhat trapped. “Don’t flatter yourself, pretty boy.” She puts venom in her voice. “I simply told you ‘No’. Hardly my problem if- “

“If what?”, he snaps.

In her anger and embarrassment, Tavir can’t quite bring herself to say it. Naming this strange thing between them would mean acknowledging it to him and how is she supposed to do that, when-

She splutters irritably, searching for an excuse, better yet, a defence, but he gets there first.

“Oh, perish the thought, darling. How silly of me to delude myself- “, he is back to his usual self, snide and aloof, but the anger still visible in the crease between his brows. “How could I ever presume that her majesty would deign- “. He trails off, stands apparently undecided for a moment, then walks back to the fallen tree trunk and slumps down on the ground, bottle raised to his lips.

He looks so genuinely hurt that Tavir can’t help but stare. She feels a strange remorse twisting her face and turns away. The tenderness, some sweet longing is still there, underneath the anger and embarrassment.

A few moments pass in silence.

He caught her unawares. She feels an unfamiliar vulnerability pulling at the corners of her mind. She tries to push it back beneath the surface, refusing to admit, even to herself, what is truly bothering her.

“Tavir.” He speaks her name in a voice so soft she wouldn’t even recognize it as his, if she didn’t know he was the only person close enough for her to hear.

She doesn’t look up. “What?”

He repeats her name, “Tavir.”, quiet and intent.

She half-turns and peeks at him over one shoulder.

“Come here.”

Tavir sits up, looking at him fully once more.

He beckons. His eyes are half closed, head leaning back, the ghost of a smile playing around his lips.

Tavir can’t supress a small grin of her own. But she still hesitates and quickly composes her face. There’s a gleam in his eyes now, a little wicked perhaps, but not dishonest.

She can’t help but feel a little gleeful. Her blood is still hot with the rush of anger and defiance, and it does nothing to calm this strange new desire for him.

She slowly gets to her feet and with a few steps has closed the distance between them, her torn linen skirt swaying around her hips a little more than is strictly necessary. She steps over his legs, offensively close, and plants her feet on either side of him. Astarion looks up at her, seemingly unperturbed. Tavir fixes him with a haughty look in her eyes, almost leering. “I hate when you act the cocky schoolboy, you know.”, she says, some trace of bile still in her voice. She places the ball of her foot on his bent knee and pushes down. “It’s so…”, she pauses, searching for the right words, and extends one hand down to him, allowing him to keep her steady as she lowers herself onto his lap, “…disingenuous.” She places one hand on the side of his face and moves her lips close to his. His breath catches.

“I don’t care for these antics of yours.”, she goes on, slowly and intent, voice more tender now. “This ridiculous façade – “. She takes his hand in hers and places a tentative kiss on it, measuring for his reaction. “I’ve seen enough of that side of you.” Her thumb grazes his cheekbone. “When you asked me to lie with you- “. His eyes are darting back and forth between hers. “- I said no, and I meant it.” She pauses. “I don’t want the façade. Astarion-” Her gaze wanders along the outline of his lips, then back up to his eyes, warmth creeping up her face. “I want to see you- “, she readies herself, “-bared.” His nostrils flare and he takes a heavy breath. But almost immediately his eyes harden a little, one eyebrow pulling up. His lips part as if to speak, but Tavir withdraws her hand from his face. Holding his hand in both of hers now, she turns it over and, in an adoring gesture, she places several more kisses on it, soft lips ghosting over his palm. Then she fixes him with a small smirk and takes two fingers in her mouth, sucking gently.

His other hand jerks up and grabs her thigh. He just manages to supress a growl. Tavir takes her time, fixes him with an insolent glint in her eyes, lets him feel the warmth of her tongue. Then, smiling up from under her lashes, guides his wet fingers down between her legs.

***

Astarion can feel the warmth of her body seeping into his blood. She places his fingers between the soft folds of her cunt and starts rolling her hips against him. He groans at the sensation, the brazen bare facedness of her lust. Then, the cheeky grin fades from her face. She closes her eyes and presses her lips tight, revelling in her own pleasure, her own mask slowly slipping.

She has put his own desire for her perfectly into words- to see her bared. What until a few days before was intended as a feat of self-preservation has, much to his astonishment, been turning into genuine desire. A little taken aback at her refusal to play along with his all-too-well practiced routine, it was only afterwards that he began to notice the languid movement of her hips, the cheeky glint in her eyes. But over the past few days, his attraction to her has been turning sour. ‘Too close.’ The words still sting. They made him realize how worryingly deep his little infatuation has become. He was slightly revolted at his own churlishness when she reminded him just a few minutes ago of his ridiculous pining.

But now, Astarion is not quite sure how, their little quarrel has brought her close after all, into his arms.

She leans her forehead against his. The smell of sweet wine fills his head, and he means to kiss the taste from her parted lips, but Tavir withdraws. His hips want to jerk up to touch her, rush against her. She digs her nails into the back of his hand between her legs and hums with pleasure, then wraps both arms around him, her body moving closer. He tries to kiss her again, hold her tight. His free hand grapples at her back, but she averts her face. Why is she pulling away from him? He can think of nothing now but the need to be closer; to feel her squirming beneath him, press his body against hers, only dimly aware how easy, how natural it feels to keep his mind from falling into its old habit of wandering. A low moan escapes his lips at the thought of pushing himself into her. He searches her face, seeking connection and drinking in her expression contorted with lust; but her eyes are closed tight with the obvious pressure building within her. He can feel her warmth over his aching cock, her wetness on his hand where he is caressing her. His fingers slip easily into her, and she gives a little squeak that finally and completely dissolves any will he had left to not lose himself in her completely. Struggling for some restraint, control, out of habit, Astarion feels his brows furrowing. When Tavir hides her face in his neck and he feels her tongue slipping over his neck, he reaches for the string holding his trousers, meaning to free his straining cock. He will feel her against him, one way or another. She sits up on her knees and pulls down his trousers. He grabs her neck, a bit too harshly perhaps, and holds his cupped hand in front of her face.

“Spit.”, he mutters, voice hoarse. Her eyes glint, dark with lust, and she complies. He fixes her with his gaze, takes himself in hand behind her back and begins to stroke up and down his length.

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Tavir is ready to melt at the look in her lover’s eyes. The heady mix of prideful glee and lustful oblivion on Astarion’s usually so composed face sends her reeling with pleasure.

She has him there.

She reaches behind her, takes him in hand and slowly slides onto his cock. His hips snap up against her. Unwilling, or unable, to give her full control, he grabs her hips and pushes her down against him. For a moment, her instinct overrules her faltering resolve to not give every bit of intimacy so freely. She grapples with the sensation of him filling her body, filling her head, and she moves close to his face. His eyes soften suddenly. They stay like this, locked into each other’s eyes, until the feeling of him straining against her walls becomes too much. Even with the overwhelming waves of release washing over her, she cannot move her gaze from his when he comes.

The tension leaving her body, she slumps into his arms, head blissfully empty and a little woozy again. When she sits up and looks at him again, there is a yearning in his eyes, soft and round, that quite disarms her. She feels the urge to kiss him, finally, sink into the softness that comes after; she feels that all her pretence is stripped from her.

And then something snaps back into place.

She hasn’t even realized that the sounds of distant music and chatter are still in the air around them. The others are nearby, a sharp reminder that it isn’t only the two of them here.

The two of them?

What does that even mean now? Even with the feeling of his warmth still inside her, she still cannot quite acknowledge how much she yearns to give herself to him. He is searching her face hungrily, questions in the small lines around his eyes.

She feels besieged.

Tavir averts her eyes and gets to her feet.

She forces herself not to notice the puzzled look on Astarion’s face. She only notices out of the corner of her eyes that he is scrambling a little where he is still sitting, trying to pull his trousers up.

She can still feel the soft tingle of his cum dribbling down the inside of her thighs.

Tavir means to step to the side and return to her bedroll perhaps, or even to walk towards the edge of the forest. Just get away. Anywhere, now.

But Astarion grabs her by the wrist, and she turns back, unwilling to meet his gaze.

“Tavir.”, he almost whispers, voice so gentle again, so earnest, she wants to stomp her foot in frustration.

Reluctant, she lets him pull her back. He holds on to her waist, holding her firmly in place, and looks up at her.

“Stay.”, he says quietly. “Stay with me tonight."

At last, Tavir gives in.

He has her there.

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bloodinwine · 18 days

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For My Love

There's been a lot of kind words/love for Until You and Effy. I just want to say thank you to everyone you're so so kind...but also...I just want to take a moment to say that Until You would not be possible without @harlequinromancing (AKA rakkyattacky on A03)

She beta reads every chapter with the utmost care and love and attention. She puts up with all my whining and how I grieve endlessly over how I'm going to pull off connecting all the threads of this story together and finally make Effy and Astarion fuck

There are so many little details that get snuck into that story that are inspired by her brilliant mind. We can all thank her for Astarion's silk robes being pink, for B&B's literal existence, his underwear being a burgundy color and for his corset being a shiny silver and just so many other things!

I am so grateful to have a friend like her. She's just an incredible human. Thank you for everything, literally everything.

I love you forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever ~~~~~

Highly recommend everyone to check out her work!!! <3

Bergamot and Beans on A03

Cozy campfire crowd with a case of wine on A03

#harlequinromancing #bergamot and beans #cozy campfire crowd with a case of wine #i love you so much #fanfic recommendations #beta reader #fanfic rec #a03 #astarion x oc #astarion fic #astarion fic writers #proofreading #fic writing #friendship #writing love

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leafiebeanie · 6 months

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i am not immune to this man

he is just so fuckinf pretty, i can't—i want to gather him up in my arms and squish the heck out of him

boy deserves all the tender love and care in the world (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

also i'm very obsessed with this fic

i won't even bother to hide my obsession, no. i am unhinged for this fic and there's nothing i can do

here's the link to the amazing fic series that has me in a chokehold: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3736783

i can't even play the game properly bc this fic stays in my head 24/7 rent free

and the author's characterization is GOD TIER

the angst and slow burn feelings but also super fukcing raw and emotional passionate intimacy is such a good flavour

also the last chapter?!?!?!?!!!!!?!!!!!!!!

*RATTLING THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE*

sweet hells, i don't know what to do with all these feels and anxiety

this game and this fic had all of my attention since it released

sorry i haven't been alive/active much 😂😂

#tavstarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfic #leafie is screaming bc there's little else she can do #FIC RECOMMENDATION #I REALLY LOVE THIS FIC #tav x astarion

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moonandpearlcoffee · 3 months

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Using my day off to get high and write fanfiction 🚬😈🥬🌿💻🖊️

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astarionmademewriteit · 5 months

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Anyone have a fave Astarion x m!reader (or gn!reader) fic or author? You can totally recommend yourself too.

#I only get recommended f!reader fics on tumblr #astarion #bg3 #astarion fanfic #bg3 fanfic

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ayselluna · 1 month

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So idk if you’d want to but would you ever consider doing a recommendations list for spawn Astarion fics too? 👀 ty ✨

Hi Anon! I certainly have!

I have them in drafts! Still listing my Top 10 tho 😊 I shall be posting it soon of course with a quick review! 💙

I didn't expect for recommendation to catch traction tbh! Hope you enjoy reading them as I have! 🥰 They do deserve the love!

#asked and answered #I actually have more spawn recos hope you guys are ready!#I have more fanfics to recommend!#astarion fanfics #bg3

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the-vex-archives · 6 months

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Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist (2023)

General

Headcanons

"Just One Bed"

@sabersandsnipers

Astrarion

Oneshots

"His Corpse Bride?" ( x Zombie/Corpse Bride! Reader)

@fl3shm4id3n

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭, 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫?

"Happiness And Love Are Gone"

@thedevilssinner

you knew Astarion before he was turned

"The Sunwalkers Gift"

@sserpente

Legends say those who were cursed to live in the shadows are not lost. There is a ring, a ring of incredible power that allows its vampiric wearer to walk in the sun once more. If there is one thing you know, it is that Astarion—your partner, your lover—deserves to own this ring more than anyone. You put yourself in great danger to acquire it for him without his knowledge but in the end, you succeed. So now, what magical piece of jewelry would be more suitable to propose to the vampire spawn you want to spend the rest of your life with than this one?

#masterlist #fanfic recommendation #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #2023

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dominaetdeajustine · 5 months

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This is the best fanfic I have read so far. From BG3 universe at least. It encapsulates Ascended Astarion perfectly for me. Just look at the tags.

Oh yes, it's disturbing as hell, exactly like I like it. If you are a fellow man of culture, give it a try.

#ascended astarion #baldurs gate 3 #fanfiction #fanfic recommendation #ascended astarion/female tav

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stranger2time · 8 months

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Hello greeting! Wanted to let you know that Pt. 2 of To Aid and be Aided is now up on crowfeatherquill, as I saw you expressed interest in the tags <3 <3 much love, the guy what does the writes (alas, asks cannot come from side-blogs)

I just finished it and I loved it! It was really cozy and sweet! I had to follow! I look forward to reading more from you in the future 😁

(To those who haven't read it yet: it's a really soft Tav/Astarion fic set after the Astarion quest line finale but before the end game and this is the link to part one.)

#red eyed pretty boy #astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion my beloved #gaming #bg3 astarion #pc gaming #bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate astarion #astarion fanfic #tav/astarion #astarion/male tav #m/m romance #fanfiction recommendation #fanfiction reblog

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heheheku · 3 months

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Sort of continuation of the last panels of this thing I drew

I love the power dynamic between these two, and I think Astarion might enjoy being on the other side of it sometimes. I mean, it can feel nice to be in a vulnerable position, when you are held so gently

Sooo if you have any fanfic recommendations with this bloodweave dynamic, I would love to hear them 👀

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bloodweave #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #astarion #baldurs gate 3

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fangswbenefits · 4 months

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Do you have any recommendations for authors who write Astarion fanfics in a similar style to yours? Or any fics you would recommend, even if their style is different?

I still have to catch up with Kindred by @aevallare and Dancing With My Demons by @again-please. I highly recommend those!

If you're into Ascended Astarion, I can recommend @bludazey (there's this scene in chapter 2 of Don't You Fight Back (This Will Hurt Less if You Just Submit) that still has me clutching my pearls to this day...)

And, of course, the one that portrays Astarion in a way that leaves me speechless: The Performance of a Lifetime by CosyLlama!

#answered ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

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lucrezianoin · 4 months

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Wyll and Astarion banter (1/2)

Collection of all Wyll and Astarion banter I could find. I started compiling it for fanfic reasons (PART 1 of 2??, i will use the tag wyllstarion banter). Each picture is a different banter. But I added transcriptions:

Astarion: Ever heard of a vampire called Cazador, Wyll? Wyll (knows Astarion is a vampire): I don't think so. Why? Friend of yours? Wyll (doesn't know Astarion is a vampire): Doesn't ring a bell. Why? Gale: He's a patriarch of the Szarr family. Nasty fellow, if the histories are accurate. Astarion: I imagine they are. (note: Darkly, to self)

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Wyll: I'm surprised I never saw you lurking in the shadows at any Baldurian balls, Astarion. Astarion: The city's elite was not my target audience, alas. People ask questions when members of the nobility disappear, and the last thing Cazador wanted was people asking questions.

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Wyll: I'm feeling a bit parched and peckish. Astarion: Me too. Keep an eye out for any passing vagrants. Wyll: I'm afraid you'll have to content yourself with vagrant chickens.

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Astarion (if player character): I know these cobbles well - the gate to the Upper City's just ahead. All that time and what's my legacy in Baldur's Gate? Missing friends and broken families. Wyll (also... if played??): You can't undo the past, Astarion. But you can craft a better future, if you so choose.

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Astarion: Spent much time in the Underdark? Wyll (does not know Astarion is a vampire): I've slayed a death dog or six, crossed a few duergar. I never was scared of the shadows. Wyll (does not know Astarion is a vampire): Some. And you? Seems a perfect hunting ground for... you know. Astarion: Perfect? You try drinking an earth elemental's blood.

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(more under cut)

Wyll: Astarion, how is the rat diet going? Astarion: It may soon come to an end if you don't shut your mouth.

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Shadowheart: So, Astarion. Which of us would you rather feed on? If you had free rein? Astarion: Ah! Wyll. No question. He's strong, fast and righteous. I'm salivating already. Shadowheart: Hmm... interesting. Astarion: You sound disappointed. I'll bite you if you ask. Shadowheart: I'm sure you would. Don't sound so eager.

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Wyll: Killed a few giant bats in my day, Astarion - but never hunted a vampire. Astarion: Just to remind you, I'm merely a spawn. It won't count. But if you want a true vampire, I'm happy to recommend one.

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Wyll: The city fell under Gortash's charms without him casting nary a spell. Astarion: Well, most people are idiots, Wyll. You can lure them into a dragon's maw if you promise a bag of sweets. Wyll: The people aren't stupid, Astarion - they're scared. Gortash provoked a damned war, and then promised them safety. Astarion: Safety, sweets - it's the same principle.

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Astarion: I used to be agog at everything when I first walked in the sun. Perhaps I'm adjusting to this new life. Wyll: It's when you use words like 'agog' that I remember you're actually two centuries old. Astarion: And it's when you think 'agog' is an impressive word that I remember you're just a child.

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(This is ascended Astarion in a romance with player)

Wyll: The two of you are the unholiest union I can bloody imagine. Astarion: It's funny - I don't recall asking your opinion, Wyll. Wyll: You had the most precious thing - someone who would do everything for you - and you damn well took everything. 'Degenerate' doesn't half cut it.

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Wyll: To think how vibrant this place must have once been. Children playing, merchants hawking. Real people living real lives. Astarion: I know, can you imagine the noise? This is much more peaceful. Wyll: Come, Astarion. I know you're not really as heartless as all that. Astarion: Of course not, I'm a pussycat really. Just ask anyone who's seen my claws.

(this is a dialogue for "CL_FishermansHut" which I am not sure what it is)

#wyll ravengard #astarion #astarion ancunin #wyllstarion #bloodpact #wyllstarion banter

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