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spacebarbarianweird · 3 months

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OK OK you just gotta hear me on this one,, Astarion and gn reader where reader is little spoon and Astarion can *sense* just how relaxed reader gets. Instead of their pulse racing from his touches they slow down. Muscles relaxed. Happy little sighs.

^^ he can’t handle this btw he’s absolutely fucking bewildered

A Person to Hold

Synopsis: Fluffy post-game epilogue

Tags: fluff

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He looks at you, unable to stop smiling.

"They deserve happiness. We all do. And I will forever be grateful to have found it with you," Astarion says.

You make a step forward with open arms. Astarion hugs you, closing his eyes like a content cat.

A mere half year ago these hugs scared him. It was weird. It was scary. What did you want? Did you want to hurt him? Did you want his body?

No.

None of that.

You taught him not to be afraid. You hug him daily and if he occasionally flinches you don’t let him go. You hold him in your arms when he has nightmares and kiss away his tears when it's just too much.

"I feel bad keeping you all to myself! After all, I get to see you every night."

"Are you sure? You won't be bored?"

You kiss his cheek and leave. In a few seconds, you look back, trying to see if he hasn’t changed his mind.

"Darling, I can spend some time with myself. Go on, go and mingle. And I will be there, when you’re ready. I will always be here, my love."

He hasn’t. Astarion sits down beside a campfire sensing its warmth.

He doesn't feel like talking. He didn't manage to make friends with the others and now can sense hostility from them. He is a vampire. His strength isn’t suppressed by the tadpole and apparently once the vampire's master is dead, spawns become lesser vampires. Astarion doesn't feel the difference, to be honest, but he knows people feel something is off with him.

Well, it doesn't matter. What matters is that he feels good. He has never thought his head might be so clear. He can make a working ambush plan in a blink of an eye and it won't lead to a disaster because he actually can think everything through. He can walk on ceilings and walls again, he regenerates before you manage to notice he is wounded.

He has the world to explore, places to see, things to do. He is going to make up for all these decades of misery, to bury them under the pile of happy memories.

And he has you.

Probably the weirdest thing that could happen to him.

You, who forgave his lies and manipulations, who gave him the second chance when it was the stupidest thing to do. Who made him believe the world isn’t an evil place.

You are the first person he sees when returns from his reverie. Your breathing soothes him, so does your heartbeat.

Astarion never had anything. Everything he had a right to was stripped away from him including his own life.

But now he has you.

To hold, to kiss, to talk.

To travel together, to hunt monsters, to be independent adventurers. You are there to save him from nightmares. And he is there to save you from death.

How could he become so happy?

“I am going to sleep, are you with me or do you want to hunt?” he feels a soft “pat” on his shoulder.

How come he has you?

You are a bit drunk and very sleepy.

“Let’s go to the tent.”

“Good, I got used to sleeping with you by my side.”

Astarion looks around as if ashamed of what he is going to do and, having made sure no one sees you, takes you in his hands bridal-style.

You are weightless to him thanks to the vampiric strength. He could walk many miles carrying you and not getting tired.

In the tent, you get to your bedroll and immediately cover yourself with a thick blanket. Then, you open it a little, inviting Astarion to join.

He takes his clothes off and crawls to your side. The night is warm, so are you. But since you have to share your body heat with him, you sleep under the thickest fur blanket.

You are his and he is yours. If a year ago someone told him that would be his future he would bitterly laugh.

Astarion presses your back to his chest, placing the chin on your shoulder.

Your muscles relax, the pulse slows down. You are falling asleep in his arms.

"My love, thank you" he whispers in you ear, tugging you closer

“Hm?”

“Thank you for finding me."

You squeeze his hand. “You were worth it.”

He doesn’t want to meditate. He wants to hold you like that until you wake up. Astarion concentrates on your breathing and heartbeat. You are already sound asleep.

“Sleep well, darling,” he kisses your cheek. “We still have plenty of things to do together.”

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lipstickghoulie · 5 months

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This was written for the people on an Astarion server and I’m just backing it up here so it’s easier to find.

You knew that something had been brewing the way that you could feel Astarion’s eyes on you, as heavy on your skin as a stone without even touching you, for the last couple of hours. Whenever your eyes would flick up to meet his, his expression would be stormy, brooding. Normally you’d seek him out and coax what’s wrong from him but everyone’s mood has been brittle and stretched thin from the first day in these shadow cursed lands, yours included. You don’t have the patience to cajol and soothe his thorns away, not tonight. You resolve to get some sleep and comfort Astarion first thing in the morning. It’s one of the few nights that he doesn’t steal you away to his tent on some weak pretense to get you to sleep at his side. Even with your mind troubled at leaving issues with Astarion undiscussed and unsettled, you doze off sooner than you would have expected.

You’re awoken some unknown time later to a nearly unbearable stretching in your pussy as it’s slammed into at an astonishingly fast rate. It only takes a moment to realize through your sleep-puzzled eyes that Astarion is looming over you on your bed roll, your sleep pants off and discarded near your head. Your legs are thrown carelessly over Astarion’s shoulders as he fucks you like he’s trying to kill you, like his cock is a dagger that he’s stabbing into you like he would anyone that crosses him. Every vein up his shaft is so prominent against your inner walls that it’s like you can feel them rubbing against you and adding extra friction. Thankfully, your body wants him even in slumber so you’re wet enough that your pleasure outweighs the discomfort, your arousal slick and loud with every re-entry of Astarion’s dick.

“Oh, look whose awake,” He snarls, taking your eyes opening as a cue to pound into you harder, his cock head spearing into your cunt in a way that makes you squeal his name and forget that you’re on your bedroll where anyone could leave their tent and see you being thoroughly fucked. “I figured that since you want to be a whore so badly, you wouldn’t mind being used like one, hmm?”

Ah. Even in your sleepy brain, it suddenly occurred to you why Astarion was so mad. Raphael. It did seem that every time the cambion popped up somewhere, he got a little more flirtatious, a little more admiring. While you didn’t return the attention, you didn’t rebuff him outright either. After all, you might end up dealing with him in the future and it’s good not to burn any bridges.

You scoff, struggling to maintain a snarky tone and even coherency with the punishing onslaught of Astarion’s hips snapping against you and barely managing it as you respond, “I thought you wanted us to deal with Raphael-“ Astarion’s long, cool fingers hook between your lips and over your tongue, interrupting you sternly and keeping you from arguing with him further.

“Shut up, don’t you dare to presume what I want, not when it comes to you,” He says irritably. There’s rage, jealousy and something undefinable darkening his eyes, something almost… insecure. Worried? It’s the gaze of a man who has had nothing for so long that everything he does own now doesn’t come away without claw and bite marks.

Even with his fingers gagging you, you want to comfort him, to tell him that you’re his. Though you don’t get the chance before Astarion takes them out of your mouth and moves them down to your engorged clit, rubbing furiously and using your own saliva against the ridge until you’re gasping and clawing at his shoulders. You clench and twitch around him as you cum and he follows closely behind, his forehead falling down against yours as a strangled whimper courses from him that is somehow louder than any noise you’ve made tonight.

You lay together like that for a few moments, even as you can feel his seed dripping from you and gathering on your bedroll underneath you in a way that you knew that you should clean immediately. But apparently Astarion isn’t done being territorial because he takes advantage of your mouth still being slightly open from his fingers and he leans over it, spit dribbling in a long, teasing string from his lips, the liquid gleaming in the moonlight that shone so brightly even in a place like this. You let him do this for reasons you can’t explain, even swallowing as you feel his saliva trail down your parched tongue as if you had asked him for it. Astarion’s crimson eyes watch eagerly as he sees your throat work and his cock starts to stiffen once more with heated interest, making you squeak as he shudders to life in the combined river of your climax. It would take a few times tonight for Astarion to feel like he had staked his claim on you well enough but you knew you’d humor him very enthusiastically any time that he decided he needed to assure himself of his possession of you.

#astarion fan fic #astarion smut #astarion x female reader #astarion bg3 #Astarion short fic #my writing #Astarion smut drabble #my fanfiction

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carooosa · 3 months

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Can I Kiss You?

Word count: 600 Rating: Mature Pairing: Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader Warnings: 18+, kissing, grinding AO3 link: Can I Kiss You?

Summary: You decide to try something different with Astarion: kissing with no intention of going further

You’re leaning up against Astarion, your head gently resting on his shoulder as he reads a book. For the first time in a while, you have nothing planned for the day. You caress his arm holding up the book, watching intently as he flexes underneath your touch.

“Are you wanting to do something, love?” Astarion asks with hooded eyes.

“Well, yes-“ you start to reply before he tosses the book off to the side and starts to climb on top of you. You press your hands against his chest, creating a barrier between the two of you. “Wait.”

“Is everything alright? Am I going too fast?” Astarion asks with worry.

“No, nothing like that,” you reassure him, “I was thinking that maybe we could just… make out? With no intent of going further?” You wrap your arms around his body and look up at your lover with genuine affection, and he all but melts into your embrace. “Is that alright?” you ask.

A gentle smile appears as he whispers a delicate ‘yes’ before stroking your hair with one hand. He cups the other hand around your face and leans down, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You reciprocate his touch by tightening your hug around him, kissing him sweet and slow in return. A delighted hum starts in the back of your throat as you take in the coolness of his lips against yours.

You grip onto his shirt and gingerly press your tongue against his lips. He accepts your advance and a tender dance begins between the two of you. Astarion holds you as you make out, playing with your hair.

You start to pick up the pace, growing hungry for more of the man you love. He slightly pulls your hair, causing you to gasp and open your mouth wider. He takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue deeper into your mouth. You feel him start to gently rock against your body, his growing erection grinding against you.

He pulls back from the kiss, his eyes wide as he asks, “Is this okay? Can I… grind on you?”

You smile as you hook one of your legs around his back, forcing him into you. “More than okay,” you whisper before taking his lips into a needy kiss.

He groans against your lips, the vibrations sending a wave of bliss through your face. He rolls his hips into yours, barely noticeable at first, before he begins to rock further into your body with each kiss. You match his rhythm and the two of you embrace the tenderness of the moment.

The kiss slows and Astarion pulls away from your lips, choosing instead to place small kisses all over your face. He rolls over and takes you with him, placing you on top of his body as he holds you tightly.

“That was nice,” he sighs.

You respond with a grunt before sleep takes you, the safety of Astarion's arms providing more comfort than you have felt the past few weeks. Astarion watches as your breath slows. He gingerly brushes your hair out of your face and places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

He wouldn’t dare say it if you were awake lest you make some sappy monologue about how much he means to you, but in the quiet of his tent he whispers, “I love you.”

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loviatarsluv · 2 months

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The Last Vampire Spawn

inspired by this post by @fangsandfeels as well as this gorgeous art by @ria-neearts above that may or may not have made me sob at work when I saw it :)

also inspired by my dire need to hug this poor baby in this scene in particular and give him literally any sort of comfort because god knows he needs it 😭

Astarion x gn!tav / Astarion x gn!reader

SPOILER WARNING! act 3 and the climax of Astarion’s quest line!

CW: violence, death, anguish, angst, blood, gore

rating: sfw (still mature for the listed content above)

in summary: Astarion finally kills cazador and bro needs a hug and a therapist fr

this one is very short I don’t even know the word count lol

Astarion’s guttural and enraged wails echo against the stone walls of the crypt, nearly drowning the sounds of Cazador’s failed attempts at gurgled shrieks as the dagger pierced his body over, and over, and over.

You stand at the bottom of the stairs and watch, gripping onto Halsin as he wraps a comforting arm around your shoulders as the three of you watch in horror while Astarion lets out two hundred years worth of pain, and agony, and hatred into every single thrust of the blade through his old master’s body. Hot tears sting your face as you watch on, tension filling the gaps of silence between your companions.

The vampire lord’s body falls limp before Astarion, bloodied and covered in viscera, lifeless. He takes a deep breath, falling back on his feet as his knees dig into the bloody marble floor. Sobs wrack through his body as he looks down with disdain at the corpse before him.

You exchange a glance with Halsin, a deeply unsettled and concerned face set into his features that wasn’t typical for his usually calm and collected persona. He looks between you and Astarion, and with just a glance, you realize what he’s thinking.

Before you can stop yourself, you run to Astarion, kneeling beside him. He’s too distraught to notice your presence beside him, so you place a gentle hand on his shoulder. He jolts slightly at your touch, then turns his face - his bloody, tear stained, and ever beautiful face to you, crimson eyes filled with a million emotions you couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

“I’m here, my love. It’s over. You did it,” you whisper, voice trembling and breaking.

His eyes scan your face frantically, chest rising and falling rapidly and anxiously, his breathing ragged and uneven - he looks at you, and you look back at him, as you try to force a reassuring smile through your own tears.

His face twists into an even deeper scowl as his eyes dart between you and the ruined corpse crumpled on the floor next to you.

“His death isn’t enough. It’ll never be enough.” He growls, his fists clenching onto the fabric of his breeches.

You stare at him, speechless. You know that no words could suffice or possibly begin to dull the pain that was evident in his face.

“I suffered through two hundred years of pain and starvation and torture… and all I’ve gotten from it all was being the one to see the light leave that monster’s eyes,” he whispers angrily, tears still rapidly streaming down his blood covered cheeks. “It isn’t fair.”

You tentatively move your face so that your eyes meet his once again, nearly afraid of what you’ll see when you do.

His eyes scan your face for a moment, and he presses his lips into a thin line.

“And where were you twenty years ago? A hundred? Where were you when I was new? When I was one of those innocent young men you’d come to the rescue for?” He barks, his voice booming and bouncing off of the stone walls and into your ears making your head pound.

“Astarion—“

“How dare you! How dare you come to me now… when I’m this!” He wails, his voice cracking on the last word, his shoulders slumping.

Hot tears return to your waterline and pour over your lashes as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into your chest and cradling his head.

He presses his face into your chest, eventually wrapping his arms around your waist and melting into you, causing you to fall backwards slightly as he practically lays on your body, sobbing into your gear. He grips the back of your shirt as if his life depended on it, even though for the first time in what felt like a while, perhaps it didn’t.

Because despite the roiling dread in his gut - he was free. At long last.

You tangle your fingers into his hair, gently rubbing circles into his bare back as you let him cry. Sob. Scream. For as long as he needs.

The others slowly migrate closer, but not too close, not wanting to interrupt or intrude, just silently exchanging sympathetic glances, and a flash of pride across Karlach’s face as she looks on.

After what felt like hours, Astarion goes quiet, his breath slowly evening out. He sniffles, then slowly lifts his head so his eyes meet yours.

You place a hand on his cheek, wiping a tear away with your thumb. He closes his eyes, savoring your touch, and sighs.

“He’s gone,” he whispers, almost too quietly for you to hear. As if he were mostly whispering it to himself. “He’s really gone…”

You nod, rubbing small circles on his cheek with your thumb. “I am so, so proud of you.”

He offers you a small, weak smile, that you return in kind. You place a kiss to the spot between his furrowed brows, his tense body relaxing only slightly into your touch. He still feels coiled up like a serpent ready to strike, still heavily on guard despite Cazador and his minions being long gone. You presume it will be a long while before he truly relaxes, but you feel more than willing and ready to be there every step of the way.

#this one had a lil kick to it!#idk why im just very emo about him lately #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion fic #astarion fanfic #astarion fanfiction #bg3 #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfic #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate 3 #my fics #one shot #short fic

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jellymellydraws · 22 days

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Gortash has to sit there while he gets glimpses of his dead wife favorite assassin haunting the sword coast through the lenses of Scrying Eyes and Steel Watchers.

The first time he sees her, he can't believe it. It's a trick of the light. Orin fooling him again. But no, Orin is right beside him. In the Scrying Eye, it's her. It's Rose. Falling into ever so familiar habits, but still something different about her. A new way of carrying herself. A new smile upon her lips. A different glint in her eye. She talks to Minthara, discussing plans of The Absolute, and saunters away with a pale elf that she playfully nudges and laughs with.

Then on his way to Moonrise, he's checking in on Ketheric. She's there. She doesn't command the room how she used to-- like she's a stranger to this place. But that isn't the part that catches grips him. It's when that same damned pale elf is pacing outside of her old room-- now taken over by Balthazar. When he hesitantly asks her if they could talk. When she invites him to join her outside.

The look of concern is foreign to him. Her soft gaze shakes his core.

He can't remember if she ever whispered so tenderly the way she does to the elf. The face she makes as she slowly wraps her arms around him, like she's afraid her touch would shatter something so delicate and dear. They hold each other, for ages.

He breaks the connection.

Finally she's home, in their city. The damned elf is with her. Their hands are inseparable as they frolic the streets, taunting the Archduke-to-be with their laughter and adoration of each other. Orin made a mess of her, this much was true.

But if he could just get a moment of her time. A private meeting...

He'd help her remember what she was. What they were.

They could have everything they promised, together.

He was sure of it.

#durgetash #gortash #oc: rose #jealous gortash #possessive gortash #jellymelly writes #drabble #short fic #idea #bg3 #enver gortash #dark urge x gortash #dark urge #astarion #astarion x dark urge #durge #baldurs gate 3 #durge x gortash #the dark urge

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lesbiansforastarion · 8 days

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Exposed Back

Astarion x gnTav

Summary: A short but sweet moment where Astarion feels comfortable and safe with Tav.

“I know you don’t like your back- for obvious reasons- but it truly can’t be stated enough how beautiful you are.” The way Tav said it was borderline dreamy to his ears. The two were laying together on their bedroll with his back to them for a change as he read. They laid behind him slowly stroking the small of his back, just below his scars, admiring the elegant dip and curve of his spine. At this point it wasn’t just Tav’s tent anymore with how present Astarion always was in it, even when they weren’t there. He always tried staying in his own but he couldn’t rest when he craved the comfort of theirs.Their tent always surrounded him in a blanket of their scent that his own just lacked. Their things were just simply better than his own because of it.

He made a small hum of acknowledgement at their comment. Normally people focusing on that specific aspect of him made him uneased but they even made his back feel precious. “You can touch it, you know.”

Acting on impulse Tav gave his tush a little pinch over his trousers. They had known what he ment but they couldn’t help themself. He was too fun to tease and they felt the need to lighten the mood.

Astarion couldn’t fight the giggle he let out and playfully smacked whatever of them he could reach behind him with his book. “Not that you fool.” His wide grin could be heard in his voice. How they could turn a sleepy soft moment into such a warm humorous time he’d never know, but he hoped they’d never stop. It always made these vulnerable moments so much more comfortable. Really just having them there made being vulnerable so much more natural to him. “I meant the scar. You can get your pinches in later.”

He heard the remaining chuckles bubble from them as they calmed into the intimate moment. What he wouldn’t do to always be the reason for that sound. The soft draw of fingers slowly worked their way up from his lower back to up his spine. They’re hands gently traced the line down the center of his back. Focusing on the curve. While he was braced at first, he slowly relaxed under their repetitive motion. Their warmth melting into the cold flesh. Tav only explored further after they felt his body fully untense itself. Moving on from the delicate dip of his spine to the muscles covering his shoulder blades. Smoothing the skin with their gentle hands, massaging their warmth into his muscles. The scars were barely a thought for either of them as Astarion melted under their sickeningly sweet touch.

Tav could stay here forever watching their guarded lover grow soft in their arms. And Astarion could stay here forever, letting himself enjoy the cathartic comfort of being in his favorite person’s space, with his favorite person wrapped around him.

#astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion fanfic #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #bg3 #bg3 astarion #short fic #tav #fluff

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cheekylittlepupp · 3 months

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I know everyone loves the evil power couple trope with Ascended Astarion, but what about something angst?

What if you slowly descend into madness, slowly become more of a monster, more of what he feared most. The first years or centuries where you two are together you are the grounding force, you are the one helping him retain his humanity, you are the one helping him from fully descending and becoming like his master, or even worse.

But with time you slowly start losing everyone you love, everyone you care for, anyone you start making an honest connection with. They'd either slowly vanish from your life or Astarion's fits of jealousy would get the better of them. Some would die peacefully, others would find their way back to you in pieces.

You'll have to come to terms that nothing really matters, nothing except Astarion. Your master, your lover, your world, the only person who would be with you, forever, for better or worse.

This is where the roles reverse and he's the one who's doing his best to hold onto the person he once fell in love with, doing his best to not fully lose you, but even with all of his power, he feels powerless.

After you start becoming worse he decides to finally sequester you into that deep chamber he talked about centuries ago. At first you would get the occasional visits from your servants, but gradually all of those visits will subside and the only one coming through that door would be Astarion.

The only blood you will be allowed to consume will be his, he will be your life force, figuratively and literally. Your entire life will revolve only around him. Finally, you'll be the obedient pet he once wanted.

One day he would cup your face and stare into your eyes, hoping to see the person he once fell in love with, slowly realizing what he has done, maybe a tear could run down his cheek which he'd instantly brush off, burying those thoughts deep inside him, as deep as his old self was burried. "The person of your dreams, the hope of them, is your own worst enemy"

Centuries after he will finally let you out, you will be a true vampire yes, why wouldn't he grant you that when your entire life is now dedicated to him, you will be practically worshipping him, entirely devoted to him, body and soul (or what's left of it anyway) You will be a strong vicious beast ready to be unleashed whenever he desires.

Years, centuries or millena of this Astarion would slowly start wishing for an adventurer to come and end his suffering, his and yours. You dying in his arms with a smile on your face, your cold fingers touching his face as you tell him that you love him one last time, yours eyes finally closing forever. Or idk maybe both of you dying together at the same time? romantic~

#astarion #astarion ancunin #ascended astarion #vampire lord astarion #I NEED A FIC OF THIS #just a bunch of jumbled up thoughts i had lately #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #mims rambles #bg3 rambles #astarion x you #astarion angst #astarion romance #sorry tried to keep it short :c #baldurs gate 3

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bloodandoranges · 7 months

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Through Your Eyes

Astarion x Reader/Tav / short / soft and sweet / Tav draws Astarion, he gushes

Thank you for all the love on my first post! I’m working on some Karlach stuff right now because I noticed that she’s really lacking in fics so obviously that needs to be rectified.

Astarion tapped his foot, leaning back against his hands as he waited…he liked to think he was a patient man, but…he was not.

“Darling, how much longer will this take?” He complained, tilting his head from side to side as if his muscles were aching.

Tav glance over her sketch pad, a soft laugh escaping her. “… Astarion, I’ve been drawing for ten minutes," she spoke, gazing intently at him for a moment… before getting back to work.

He gave a bit of a huff; though it clearly wasn’t genuine annoyance. He actually really appreciated it. She was a wonderful artist. He’d caught her doodling their companions and seeing how well she caught their likeness? He was eager to see himself from her eyes… and well, eager to see himself in general.

Cazador may have been more than happy to splurge on portraits of himself, but his spawn? He wouldn’t even dream of it. He frowned a little at the thought, and Tav gave a soft laugh.

“Stop frowning… I want to draw that beautiful smile.” Of course, she wasn’t to know what was on his mind. Astarion blinked, eyes widening a bit…clearly? He hadn’t noticed he was outwardly expressing his frustration.

He gave a little huff, readjusting and giving her a sly smile. “…You know that’s not what I mean," she spoke, lowering the sketch pad…He caught the slightest glimpse of himself and beamed. “That one!” she laughed, eagerly fumbling to adjust the sketch.

“Oh come now, you’ve got to be done, surely!” he sighed frantically as he crawled over, arms winding around her waist as he nuzzled into her shoulder, gazing over the sketch… His face softened immediately at the sight.

There he was, basking in the sun and settled in front of his tent, an adoring smile on his face. His hair was coiffed, somehow curled around his face perfectly despite the whole no mirror thing… He looked ethereal. There were a couple more sketches on the page too, showcasing his face up close, wrinkles and blemishes and all.

Of course, he knew he was gorgeous; he’d had zero doubts about that. But to see what he truly looked like? Drawn by someone who treasured him so dearly? It almost bought a tear to his eye. Almost.

“Darling, these are simply divine…” he whispered, taking the sketch pad from her to admire them. “We should get them framed.”

“Wh- they’re not /that/ good!” she cried, eyes wide at the suggestion.

“Nonsense! They’re everything to me…” he cooed, setting the sketch pad down to cup her face, gazing at her with so much love.

Tav flushed, hands slowly moving to settle over his. She really didn’t feel like a couple sketches warranted framing, but it was clearly important to him. “…Okay, Astarion. I’ll get them framed,” Tav cooed, kissing lazily at his palms… Which turned into lazy kisses, which turned into Gale loudly scolding the pair from across the camp.

They looked at each other, laughing loudly as they untangled themselves to stand… And just like that, they were off to the city.

#bg3 #baldurs gate tav #baldurs gate 3 #Astarion #astarion ancunin #Astarion x tv #astarion x reader #astarion x y/n #short #fic #soft n sweet

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hexed-padlock · 6 months

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Thinking about how elves can reincarnate. What if there are a few individuals besides elves that have a similar ability. Take our dear Tav for example. What if in a past life, they were a great Artificer. Nowadays, they’ve settled for a simpler life alongside their beloved Astarion. What Astarion doesn’t know, however, is that his partner has been working on a special ring for him. Tav went on a small journey without Astarion to look for the Cloak of Dragomir, study it’s enchantments, and create a ring that has the cloak’s enchantments but is able mitigates its negative effects. It takes them months, and the one year anniversary of saving Baldur’s Gate is fast approaching. The last month is spent in a haze of furious work, getting the ring done just in time. They’re always away, spending long hours getting everything perfect. Gale and Tav have been spending a lot of time together researching and working on the ring as a team.

Then the one year anniversary of the Absolute’s defeat comes around. The whole city is in a joyous mood, a massive festival is set to run all throughout the night.

The old gang is back together, standing by the docks once again. It’s dark, but sunrise is just a few minutes away. Tav is by Gale’s side, and he hands them a box with the ring inside.

Astarion sees Gale hand Tav something as Tav gives him a peck on the cheek in thanks. Ah, so this is why Tav’s been so distant lately. He sulks in a corner, self-loathing taking hold. But Tav bounds over, grabs his hands and pulls him out of the shadows.

Astarion looked at their happy expression, noting that daylight was coming. Is this how this’d end? Burning in the sunlight as the love of his life leaves him for that damned wizard? He looks away, refusing to meet Tav’s eyes.

Tav finally registers the expression on his face as guilt grips them. “Love, I’m sorry. I’m sorry if you felt like I neglected you, but all this was for our future. Please look at me.” Hours spent perfecting a gift for him were still hours spent away from his side, they kept it a secret, not wanting to ruin the surprise.

“Starlight, my beautiful night sky. Please.”

And he finally looks at them, and they’re on their knees, holding a box out, a ring with a single glowing stone shining out in the darkness.

“Astarion Ancunin, my love, will you marry me?”

Astarion stares, awe, disbelief, confusion, all warring inside him—But above it all, relief, fear, and love.

Breathless, he whispers, “Yes.”

Tav slips the ring on and pulls him into a kiss, just as the first rays of sunlight bathe the city in a golden glow. Astarion panics for a moment, trying to find shade, before he feels only the warm caress of the sun, and the gentle touch of his lover.

The party once stood upon these docks as the wreckage of the city lay around them, incomplete and fractured as Astarion disappeared into the shadows and Karlach vanished back into Avernus. It was a solemn celebration. Now, they were all finally together, standing in the glorious light of a bright future as the rebuilt city celebrates it’s continued freedom.

The future is bright and the world is so full of color.

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clerichs-xi · 2 months

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nothing to see here, just the party rogue reporting to the party tactician after a scouting mission... being that close and shirtless is mandatory. for party morale of course.

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spacebarbarianweird · 4 months

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For the angsty romance prompts, #6?

"i am sor-" "don't you dare apologize."

"I am sor-" "don't you dare apologize" from Angsty Romance Prompt List

Probably not that angsty, I just can't hurt this character

(no beta)

Masterlist

AO3

Headcanons

Reverie

"Astarion?"

He sits motionless with an empty stare into the darkness. His eyes are open wide and his lips moving as if he is whispering. The vampire is completely naked.

How long has he been like that?

He doesn't notice you. His whole world is probably shrunk to the dark chamber of his mind. Elven trance. Or more like its twisted version when Astarion just has to relive the same horrid events over and over again?

Reverie - the Elven trance - is the way for Tel'Quessira to remember their long lives. But what if your long life was just a parade of horrors until recently?

"Astarion, can you hear me?"

Nothing. He isn't here.

You aren't sure what to do. Wake him up? Put the blanket over his naked body? Just sit there till he returns to reality?

What?

You sit beside him and gently touch his hand. It's cold like marble. You study his veins visible through the pale skin.

"Astarion, wake up."

And again, nothing. You put your hand on his back, touching the edges of the scars.

The thought of how painful it was for him makes you sick.

Vampires are stuck in time. Their regeneration is nothing but reclaiming the state of the body at the moment of death. That's why Astarion's hair doesn't grow. And when Cazador would flay his skin, it healed within the moments - and then, the vampire lord flayed it again. And again. And again.

The only thing that can leave permanent marks is silver.

The silver dagger cut those awful symbols onAstarion's back. And it will always remind him of the past. Nothing will ever make up for this.

You try to be as gentle as possible, caressing his skin as if it were the cat's fur. Careful, thoughtful.

Then, you wrap your hands around his waist and place the cheek on his back as if trying to hear the heartbeat.

Suddenly, his body tenses. Astarion jumps on his feet, making you fall on the wooden floor. His face is distorted with anger.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

You stand up and reach out for him but he bares the fangs. He looks like a wounded predator, dangerous and desperate.

"I am not touching you. What was it?"

"Nothing," he mutters. "Fuck! Why?!"

"Why what?"

He steps back as if you've hit him.

"How can I be with you if I can't trust you?!"

Oh no.

His back.

It's not like he forbade you from touching it. But he said to you at least a few times not to touch it without consent.

You violated his boundaries. This innocent touch was like torture to Astarion. What is worse, caused by you.

"I am sorry-"

"Don't you dare apologize! You knew what you were doing!"

Whatever you say now, it will make it worse. Much worse.

"What next, Tav? What else will you want to do to me when I am in reverie? When I am unconscious?"

Suddenly Astarion gets silent as if finally noticing he is naked.

You leave the room, carefully closing the door, the feeling of guilt and self-blame scorching your brain.

… A few hours later, you sit on the roof of the inn, watching the town. It's dark and quiet at night, as if abandoned.

You hear the soft steps behind you. Astarion, fully clothed, looks at you with his crimson eyes that glow a bit.

"Listen… Tav... I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"Never mind. Should have chosen a different way to wake you up."

He sits beside you. "I was re-living the moments when those scars were engraved on my skin. Over and over again. I knew it wasn't real, I knew it was just a memory, but the the pain was so real, I couldn't do anything."

"Astarion, I promise I won't touch the scars ever again!"

He chuckles and then puts off his shirt as if feeling hot.

"I need you to touch them. Please. I want to forget. I need to forget!"

He sits on the edge of the roof, and you crawl away a bit, so his back is right in front of your chest. Astarion does look like a marble statue. Cold white skin and no breathing.

You carefully touch the upper scars, caressing them with your fingers. Astarion doesn't move.

You intensify your touches, stroking his back and drawing invisible figures on his skin.

"You know… Silver feels like melted steel. I thought I would die of pain and shock the moment he touched me. But it was only the beginning. It took him a few days to finish the poem. Well, we both didn't need to sleep, after all."

You plant a kiss in the center of the scars, and Astarion shivers.

"I couldn't die. Because I was already dead."

You put your hands on his shoulders. No one will ever hurt him. He won't allow it. You won't allow it. You are his, and he is yours.

"Tav..."

"Hm?"

"You see the scars every day. How repulsive do they look?"

"They don't."

"Tav, for fuck's sake..."

You touch his curls and make Astarion look at you. "They don't. I feel sick when I think about how you got them. I tremble every time I realize that when I was happy, when I had fun, when I cheered - you were tortured at that dungeon with no hope to escape. But the scars themselves don't look that awful. I thought so the moment I saw them for the first time. I still think so."

He smiles and kisses your forehead. Your heart melts.

"So, I can touch your back now, or I still should ask first?"

"Don't ask. Let's… limit consent to strictly sexual things, if I can word it this way."

"Deal."

"And about what happened earlier. I am sorry-"

You smile and put your thumb against his lower lip.

"Don't you dare apologize."

Tel'Quessira - Elves ("the people")

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goldgilzean · 6 months

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#19 - as asked by @selene-themoon

Astarion x F!Tav

“You did what?!” Astarion holds the drenched shirt in his hands.

“I washed it.” Tav shifts her weight to one leg, hoping to get a better look at his face.

“I was already washing a few other things for Gale and I saw the shirt lying by the edge of your tent.” Tav gestures with an opened palm at the wet pile of mismatched cloth lying on the riverside. “I thought I would-,”

“This is pure sea silk.” His voice is soft, fingers combing through the ruined fabric. “And you washed it on a rock!” He swallows the warm lump forming in his throat.

“Astarion, I was trying to do something nice.” Tav takes a small step closer, the cool river water brushing against her ankles. “I didn’t know.”

“Well, from now on when you feel like doing something nice.” His nose wrinkles, and he draws up to his full height, dripping cloth clenched in his fist. “Don’t.”

#short and not so sweet #my ask box is open #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #bg3 #bg3 fic #my writing

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acourtofpenandpaper · 3 months

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Just pretending (Astarion x reader)

Pairing: Astarion x GNreader/Tav Length: 800 words Part 2 coming soon

Blurb: When Astarion and Tav get followed by guards of a warehouse they wanted to steal from, Astarion comes up with an unusual way to get them off the back.

Tags: part 1 of a fluffy short, a bit heated moment

The guards weren’t far behind us, and we both quickened our steps. Earlier that day, when I had voiced my concerns on sneaking into the warehouse to steal some supplies and cool gear, Astarion had simply shrugged me off.

“Don’t be such a scaredy-cat, we have pulled off greater heists in the past”, he had boasted while dismissing my worries as mere pessimistic thoughts.

Now, as I caught a glimpse to my side, I could see the sweat glistening on the forehead of the pale vampire as we rushed through the streets of Baldur’s Gate.

Turned out, that said warehouse which, according to Astarion ‘wasn’t guarded heavily’, was indeed heavily guarded. And the plan that Astarion had come up with turned out to have no solution for when we got caught. I reminded myself to never let him plan anything ever again when we both got out of this situation.

I looked behind my back to see two guards running after us, catching up with every second. The only reason they hadn’t caught us yet was because of other civilians standing in their way. But any minute now, we wouldn’t be so lucky anymore. I was starting to feel exhaustion coming in and tried to use the little breath in my lungs to shout towards Astarion:

“What are we going to do? They are still after us!”

Astarion looked behind his back as well and almost ran over the cart of a street vendor but in the last moment, jumped out of the way. He stayed silent, to my dismay because we both needed to get out of this situation and better two minutes ago than later.

I was almost ready to surrender myself to our followers and give over the gear when Astarion’s eyes lit up, he got ahold of my wrist and pulled me into the next alleyway. We took two sharp turns to the right and from the signs around us, I recognized the tavern, we semi-regularly frequented with our friends.

Two steps in front of me, Astarion slowly came to a halt, panting, his chest rising and falling. I almost ran into him because I wasn’t expecting to stop so suddenly, so I caught my breath and asked:

“Why are we stopping? They will come around the corner any seco…”

But before I was able to finish my sentence, Astarion had pushed me against the wall of the tavern and stepped so close to me that his whole body hovered over mine. Then he looked me in the eyes and mouthed:

“Play along.”

“Play along with what?”

Then, without giving me time to process my thoughts, he embraced my face with both his hands and came so close that our noses brushed against each other. I could feel his heavy breath against my lips and was sure that he could feel mine, too. But I just stayed like that, his mouth hovering just millimeters over mine and us both watching each other.

“Let your hands roam over my back.” He didn’t say it out loud, but I could hear his thoughts over our connected tadpoles. Without giving it much thought, I moved my hands from my sides to his back and gripped the fabric of his shirt.

Then, he angled his head and brought it up to my neck, as if he would caress it with his mouth or, drink from it from the look of a bystander. All this without his lips ever touching my skin but his breath burned itself onto my neck and I wished he would really touch me.

My eyes were still wide open, and I couldn’t quite believe what was happening. But in the corner of my vision, I could make out two silhouettes which were looking into every street but eventually, ran past the alleyway we were standing in. Now I understood what he meant by playing along. When I was sure that they had run off, I finally murmured:

“Hmmm…Astarion? They are gone…we can stop pretending.”

“Oh, yeah right”, he said and stepped away from me. “Sorry, that must have been surprising, but I had this idea suddenly and just wanted to get them off our heels. Are you alright?”

His eyes scanned me up and down. I nodded and we continued our way to the camp just outside the city.

“I am okay. Thank God you had this idea, I don’t know if I could’ve run anymore.”

“Same here. Maybe we should better scout the areas we want to get into next time”, he suggested, and I burst into a fit of laughing and playfully pushed him against his shoulder.

“That coming from you? Mr. Wing it? I told you we should investigate the guarding system of the warehouse, but you were all like ‘It will be fine”, I said and tried to mimic his voice.

He scrunched up his nose. “I totally don’t sound like that.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Not discussing this with you”, he said, and we both continued our way.

And I wondered what his lips would have felt like if he had really kissed me…

#astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion bg3 #astarion short story #bg3 fanfiction #baldurs gate fanfiction #baldurs gate #multipart fic #astarion fluff #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x gn reader

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loviatarsluv · 3 months

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Nightmares

just a short little angsty astarion one shot that I wrote ages ago bc all I wanna do is comfort him and the only way I can is to write it!!!!

astarion x f!tav

rating: sfw

CW: death, angst, blood drinking, trauma, nightmares, but also fluff and comfort <3

somebody give this guy a hug for the love of god

It’s a macabre scene - her, sprawled across a gaudy buffet table, hair splayed around her head and covering the silver platter that it rested on, Cazador seated right before her with a ravenous look in his hateful eyes, as if she were a roasted pig being served to him for dinner. Astarion was so furious he could spit - he was mocking him in the most cruel way he could conjure. He always had a twisted sense of humor.

There’s a sickeningly devious smile across his old master’s mouth that makes him sick to his stomach, bile rushing to his throat and threatening to spill.

He sees himself, as if he were floating outside of his own body - frozen in place, sitting in the ornate chair opposite from his master. He feels as though his hands were bound, but sees no restraints on his wrists or ankles. He’s helpless as he watches Cazador bring his mouth to her neck, never breaking eye contact with Astarion as he does.

He wants to scream, he wants to jump across the table and let his blade slice his mocking tongue out as he jeers at him - his taunts echoing through the hallowed halls of the Szarr palace.

What’s yours is mine. She is mine, now. And what a lovely bouquet she is. Sweet, like nectar. A most delectable little flower, isn’t she?

A word finally manages to slip from his lips - No. Over and over and over. It spews from his mouth in a frantic barrage, only earning a putrid cackle from Cazador as he sinks his teeth into her neck. Thick, red liquid flowing down her neck and pooling the table below her. The scent fills the air and typically Astarion would feel the familiar sting of thirst in his throat but feels only disgust and anguish instead.

Her eyes move to meet his, a pained and desperate look on her face, a pleading gaze.

Help me, Astarion, she chokes out, her voice straining. Please.

Icy tears stream down his face, his throat starting to feel as if he’d swallowed molten metal as he continues to scream.

No, no, no, no.

You heard her, boy. Help her. She’s begging you. Or are you too cowardly to intervene?

His vision starts to blur as tears drown out the horror scene unfolding before him.

Astarion manages to blink away the tears, his eyes shooting to hers once again. He feels his body straining to attempt to grab at her arms and clothes, but he doesn’t move a single muscle. He can’t.

Her eyes start to roll back, her skin pales, her breath slows. With one last laborious effort, she utters one last cry to him.

Please.

Her body stills. Her skin that was once full of color and life resembles that of a finely crafted and sculpted statue - cold, grey, and lifeless. Her eyes glaze over. One small trail of blood trickles down her cheek from the corner of her mouth.

Cazador lets out one last malicious cackle, sitting back in his seat, satisfied.

You will return to me, boy. This is what will become of your beloved, if you do not. I will bleed every last one of them dry, until there is no one left to stop me from taking back what is rightfully mine. You are mine. Forever.

He lurches up in the bed frantically - sweat slicked curls plastered to his forehead and a tightness in his chest that he can’t shake, his own breath making him gag and choke. His shoulders rise and fall rapidly as he takes short ragged breaths, his fingers grip the sheets almost to the point of ripping the linen fabric.

His eyes search the room and scan his surroundings, expecting to see ornate and richly adorned furnishings as well as blood and gore and every bad thing he can possibly think of - only to find the warmth of the shared room in the Elfsong Tavern he’d had with her and their companions.

He tries to relax once he realizes where he is - home for all intents and purposes - but can’t seem to release the coiling anxiety in his gut. He replays the horrid nightmare he’d experienced in his head once more, and if his undead heart could beat he was sure it would’ve burst from his chest at this point.

The bile rises in his throat again, and he has to choke it back down to prevent himself from heaving.

Another image flashes through his mind - her. Her lifeless body. Her blood. So much blood.

His body freezes, almost scared to look for her in the event that she wouldn’t be there, breathing, alive - until he feels the bed shift as she sits up beside him.

Her arms coil around his torso, hands resting on his chest and her cheek on his bare shoulder. “What is it, my love? Another nightmare?”

He lets out a long shaky breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, his shoulders falling slightly as the air leaves his lungs, then rising as it returns again. He nods.

“Sorry to wake you, darling. I- I think I just need to get some fresh air.” He whispers, his eyes fixed on the wall in front of their bed.

She shifts her body so she can look at his face - his gaze a million miles away.

“It was Cazador, wasn’t it?” She asks, her hand resting on his forearm in an attempt to comfort him.

His eyes squeeze shut, the sound of that name feeling like a lashing to his bare chest - a stinging, searing pain over and over again.

“It’s nothing. I don’t want to talk about it.” He says, his tone dry and biting.

He didn’t want to shut her out, but after centuries of pure horror and torment, the only way he knew to cope with the pain was to shut the world out. To retreat into himself and build walls so high that nobody could scale them and so sturdy that none would ever be strong enough to break them down.

That was, until he met her.

“Astarion…” she whispers, almost like a plea.

“Don’t Astarion me… I can’t always be the sweet cuddly Astarion like you want me to be.” He hisses.

She sits back, trying not to take his behavior personally - she’d gotten all too familiar with this side of him as their relationship had developed over the course of the months they’d spent together. She knew that this was one of his defense mechanisms when he was afraid - he’d deflect and go cold, and completely shut everyone out. The other was to joke and make light of the worst of situations. She much preferred that one over the former.

“I’m not what you want me to be. I’ll never be what you want me to be or even what you deserve.”

His words hit her chest like knives thrown at full velocity, a sharp and stinging ache gripping her heart and nearly taking her breath away.

“I don’t want you to be anything aside from yourself. I want you. All of you. Even the less than savory parts, as sparse as they are,” she laughs softly, nudging him and causing a smile to threaten the corners of his lips, only to return back to the sour expression he held before. “You’re not going to scare me off, I won’t let you.”

He shakes his head, tears threatening to spill over his lashes. “My burdens are my own. I don’t need you to take them on for me. I won’t ask that of you, I fear I already ask too much as it is with little in return.”

“I would give you the sun and all the stars if I could and I’d give them freely.”

He sighs, his grimace softening and his eyes fluttering closed as he brings his hand to rub his face. “I - I’m sorry. I just - I dreamt that he - he found us. He took you… and I… had to watch.”

His voice was shaky and meek - he almost seemed to physically shrink, resembling a scared dog backed into a corner by an abusive owner. The images flash through his mind again - cold dead eyes, a fetid grin hovering over a blood soaked collar, crimson coating his own hands in front of him. Blood. Her blood. His hands.

Realization hits her as she takes in his words and notices his tone shift and the far away look in his eyes.

“Star, look at me,” she says, her voice still rough from sleep. If he hadn’t been so distraught, he would’ve made a comment about how adorable he found it.

Her hand reaches across him to cup the other side of his face, turning it so his eyes meet hers.

“He will not break us. He will not win. Not as long as I draw breath.” She says, determined.

It was as if a switch flipped, as the second their gazes met, tears pricked the edges of his vision.

There she was. Cheeks flushed, eyes bright with determination, brows furrowed, lips parted, chest rising and falling with each breath. She was alive. She was alive.

Without hesitation, he closes the small gap between them, pressing his lips to hers frantically, as if it were the only way he could truly know she was really there and his nightmare hadn’t suddenly shifted to a beautiful dream.

His hands grip her waist tightly, holding her there as if she’d float away if he didn’t anchor her to the bed, to him.

They break apart after a moment, and he rests his forehead on hers, breathing heavily. A tear finally spills, slipping down his cheek.

“I can’t lose you. I won’t lose you.” He whispers, his voice barely audible, and yet she still hears the intensity behind it.

She presses a kiss to his hairline, her hand cupping his jaw gently, as if she were scared she’d break him with the slightest touch. “And you won’t. You’re not getting rid of me very easily.”

He smiles, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her as close to him as possible. “As if I’d want to.”

Their lips collide again, softer this time - each of them savoring the feeling, the taste of each other’s lips, as if it was the last time they could. They both knew all too well that it very well could be.

They’re silent for a moment as they settle back into a comfortable position, limbs and sheets tangled and breaths finally steady once again.

“I love you.” He whispers, his head resting on her chest, listening to the gentle hum of her heartbeat - thanking the gods silently for the familiar rhythm as he does.

He hears her heart beat slightly hasten as he says it, and smiles widely.

“I love you more.” She replies as she gently strokes his ivory curls, soothing both of them to sleep once again.

rare vulnerable astarion 🥺 sighhhhhh

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ride-a-dromedary · 7 months

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I have no base for this, but Halsin seems like the type who would settle in the middle of the group with fruits (that he likely foraged) and little wooden bowl in tow and just start cutting them unprompted and offering them to everyone else.

#BG3 Musing #Halsin #Halsin Posting #i cannot get over him telling shadowheart he would feed her and carry around her bowl if she were a goldfish #you know what i'm talking about right - like the little paring knife cuts them in his hands #at first it just looks like he's doing it for himself but like halsin just eats things sans cutting them lbh #it's a clever and nonchalant way for him to share because others are more likely to take small pieces than like a whole apple yk?#we should all benefit from the bounty we are provided every day and all that #and eventually near everyone just starts...taking it from him and he smiles and continues #i think my other basis for this is halsin just doesn't like seeing people suffer - whether that be neglecting their basic needs #(because he neglects his own self enough lmao but lemme not neglect my friends though they're important)#or isolating themselves or what and it stems from his desire of just wanting to help #and feels absolutely no offense if they brush him off #like okay but it'll still be here if you want it later ^_^#that's also why i am a sucker for the 'halsin offers to let astarion drink from him' trope in fics #because it goes along with the 'i don't want you to suffer and if i can help i will' even though as a druid #technically your existence is very dodgy to me (but halsin is just a nice person! that's really the long and short of it)#but like obviously disapproves if you do it without permission lol

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itsamebubza · 3 months

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ficlet under the cut to give a bit of context.

The last couple of weeks, they had been gathering information about a possible, definitive, fix for Karlach’s engine heart. The infernal duo had taken to Avernus, leaving Astarion and Tav to look for a solution on the surface.

Reconnaissance had been boring, and neither Tav nor Astarion were big on planning, but when Tav had stormed in Elfsong in the middle of the day while Astarion dwindled the hours away demanding they both left that very second, his affliction be damned, the situation felt more hopeful.

They had all decided that Karlach’s engine took precedence before Astarion’s malaise, as he could cover up from the sun and Karlach very much remained a ticking time bomb. The group split up, Wyll and Karlach looking through Avernus and, Tav and Astarion searching through Faerûn.

Tav had taken them right outside Manorborn Gate, or more accurately to an old forgotten mansion a couple of streets away from the entrance. A big building with extensive decorations littering the entrance with intricate iron designs.

Astarion pulled his cloak tighter, it was high noon, and even with his momentary solution to his sun allergy by Jaehira, his skin felt prickly and stung slightly.

Tav looked back at Astarion as they finally managed to go inside the building.

“Alright, you should be fine now. Take off that thing, I need your eyes peeled and fully able” they said in practiced calm, their eyes flickering left and right, months working in the dark leaving them skittish in broad daylight in comparison to Astarion, who had been in his element after the grief that first night after the Netherbrain lost. “I’m… not entirely sure what we’re looking for…”

The building was beautiful, if a little predictable in layout and decor, whatever the previous tenants had left behind. The immaculate white walls lead to impossibly long looking hallways as the vitraux windows tinted the rooms in an eerie lilac hue. It felt familiar in an unknowable way, but perhaps his many nightly escapades the past two centuries had lead him into similar mansions before. It was difficult to say.

"Faustus said 'you'd know when you see it'" Tav finished quietly as they looked away.

Astarion sighed and walked down the dusty hall, turning around as he took in the room. It felt familiar in a sort of unknowable way, perhaps due to the flurry of mansions he had sneaked in through 200 years of pretending to have romantic rendezvous with Cazador’s preys. The thought brought a chill down his back.

“Well, luckily infernal things reek. We’ll surely find whatever Faustus sent us to fetch quickly enough”, his ego remained as bloated and pompous as always, even without the protection against the blaring sun.

“Astarion. We’re not here for Karlach,” they confessed looking at him intently, something clearly itching to come out of their lips, their eyes bubbling with the unspoken. Tav walked further down the corridor as they spoke, “Let’s split and come back in 10 minutes to touch base. And remember:”.

“Let's do anything hilarious.” They said in unison, the humor not lost to either of them.

The white marble hall echoed around their steps as they rushed through the overgrown manor, it’s decadence hauntingly beautiful in all of its splendor.

Each room resembled the last, covered furniture littered the floors, and had it not been for a bowl of decade old decayed goo, Astarion would have guessed these halls had never been blessed with life. Tav had been gone for a while, their footsteps dissipating in the distance, leaving Astarion alone.

The sudden pitter-patter of small footsteps caught his attention, it could just be an animal, but seeing as he had seen no droppings around the complex it seemed highly unlikely. He readied a knife an

A young boy, couldn’t be a day older than 8, in a corridor looking much too clean for an abandoned mansion. The whole situation was odd, looking much too out of place, but before Astarion could ask the kid what was he doing, a pale and poked out of a doorway, stopping the kid from entering.

“Not now, my little starlight. Mum’s busy.” The voice sounded far, an echo of a past long lost to time, yet warm and inviting.

The boy looked defeated, his toy falling to the ground as he turned running towards Astarion and disappeared as his image collided with his body, revealing an empty hallway with leaves peppering the floor. The cold of the ghostly touch froze him inside out.

“There you are!” Tav reprimanded with a smile. “I thought the earth had swallowed you”. Their face soured when Astarion finally turned towards them, even paler than they thought was possible. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Maybe I have.”

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