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We seem to have several more followers for Astarion, so I will be reblogging these parts each day to lead up to the next part! I will be going back to my usual content once part 5 goes out.

Ascended Astarion/Tiefling!Tav Pt. 1

Summary: A few years after the event with the Elder Brain, Tav find her lover is not the same. She feels it's in her best interest to leave him, but does he feel the same?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Notes: This is going to be a very angsty, very sad, and very dark story with multiple parts. I cannot imagine any sort of happy ending with Ascended Astarion, this is going to be reflected in my writing. I'm using the relationship my Tav had with him as a basis, so her appearance, class, and species will follow suit. Tav is a wizard.

Warnings: Astarion is not the sweet pea he used to be before his ascension, so fair warning, he'll be an absolute bastard. In this chapter, just expect angst and foreshadowing.

You thought by now the lurid amount of drinks you had stomached would have allowed for some reprieve in the troubled thoughts that had plagued you for weeks. There was an ample drone of chatter that filled the Elfsong this night, as patrons filled their tabs and relished in the drunken bliss that you could not share. You had come here to escape your worries, and only found yourself nibbling on the inside of your cheek.

It seemed there was no place where he left your mind, and now you were nothing more than a sad drunk lamenting over their own circumstance.

Your lover had the sweetest eyes, the most gentle smile.

Hair, softer than the clouds.

Teeth, whiter than the finest pearls.

And gods, that damned voice. It could make the heavens weep.

You were the luckiest girl alive to have such an exquisite creature and to call him yours. But, yet your gratefulness had been waning as of late, becoming entirely replaced with guilt. There was a strange kind of pain that followed when the images of your lover crossed your mind.

Your head throbbed at the mere thought of him. You could swear you felt the pain all the way to the tips of your horns.

How many nights had it been now, since you had seen his real smile? Weeks, surely, months, even. What graced your lovers lips was nothing more than a plastered copy, so perfect it belonged on a sculpture. It was perfect, and though you had always seen him as perfect, there was a strange artificiality to it, something procured from years of practice. And his eyes, well, they were never as kind anymore. You knew why the sight of him, or even the mere thought, caused this dull ache, though you only recently understood it.

It was grief, over something that no longer existed. Mourning for some kind of spiritual death. Though death had not truly claimed him, it was clear that he was not the man you loved. You mourned the ghost that still haunted you. What remained was just the mask he had so dearly clung to before becoming infected with the tadpole, like you, and the rest of your dear companions.

It was strange, you thought, to think you were happier when the risk of dying or becoming an Illithid weighed heavily each day. And to think now you would do near anything to go back to that time. To when your lover smiled as though it were more than just a lure to keep you trapped.

"You have not spoken much this night, she'lak," Lae'zel's imposing voice broke whatever conversation was being held at your table. Shadowheart and Wyll went silent upon her interruption, turning their attention to you as you took another drink from your pint that had gone flat by now. You twinged a brief smile at the nickname she had given you since you had met the gith. 'Do-gooder,' it meant; you still weren't quite sure whether or not it was meant in an endearing way. "Perhaps your drinking is getting to you."

"I still have a ways to go," You reassured her, trying to make your voice sound clear. It wasn't often that Lae'zel found enough time from her battle against Vlaakith to leave the astral plane and return to Baldur's Gate, but tonight was a rare exception. You felt guilty for not being able to enjoy her company to the full extent, but you couldn't help allowing the negativity to follow you even now, in the presence of your dearest friends and allies.

With few exceptions, it had been a vital effort on most people's part to remain in contact after the Elder Brain's defeat. Gale wrote to nearly everyone when he could not leave his tower in Waterdeep, and Karlach-- well, everyone knew Karlach's options. With much convincing, and with little time left, she had finally agreed to return to the House of Hope. Although it did not bring anyone any sort of joy in forcing the decision upon her, at the very least, she would not need to fight in the Blood War, and could regain a tiny sense of normality and peace with Hope.

Being the most adept in magical studies, you and Gale both had begun to research any possible way to free her of her insidious engine. That being a loophole or something to replace it entirely. Because of this, Gale wrote to you more often than anyone else. You missed him, disappointed he was held up again. He and his letters were one of the few comforts that you still found in your suffocating home. Rolan usually filled the spot for Gale physically, and you found comfort in the extensive library of Sorcerous Sundries.

You dreaded going back home tonight. That gods-awful palace that once imprisoned your very spouse, was now reclaimed in some sick kind of inheritance. Its very walls felt like a cold tomb; nothing could heal it of the suffering that had taken place for centuries. You were quite certain that no matter how drunk you became, you would never find joy within those staggering walls. You felt like a rabid animal, clawing at the walls of its enclosure whenever you entered there. Wholly trapped and subject to its masters whims. As though reading your mind, Shadowheart was the next one to speak.

"How has Astarion been faring?" Your eyes remain glued to the center of the table for a moment. He hadn't given anyone present the pleasure of his presence for a long time now. Though they would never be given a reason, you felt they each knew why.

Astarion had become something else entirely after entering Cazador's dungeon. That was truly the turning point, you mused bitterly. Those lives lost, thousands: men, women, children, all victims in the end. All regarded as little more than the price for true Ascension. And worse yet, you helped him. Thinking he could be anything better than his master. What a naive little wretch you were. Allowing thousands to die just so you could help make another monster. You think the alcohol was finally playing its part because your next words were some you had never thought you would say.

"I'm leaving him," You say it so forwardly, as though it were easy, as though you had been thinking it over for an eternity now, eyes still glued to the table, memorizing each groove and grain in the maple-stained wood. "I don't quite recognize who he is anymore."

It was strange, really. Your relationship was founded on deceit, him using you for protection, and finding sincerity along the way. But at one point, it was something real. It had once meant something to the both of you. To you, it still lingered. To your other half, you weren't certain anymore. You hadn't been for an agonizingly long time. Now, you hadn't been able to see yourself as anything more than a prized pet. A singular piece of gold that lay discarded amid the rest of his stashed wealth. Something to polish and hoard, but never to be spent. Perhaps a year ago, you would have burned the world down just to make him happy, but now, now you weren't even sure he still valued you as anything more than a means to survive. Silly, how it all devolved to the singular thing that began all of it. The singular thing that was never real.

"Your decision is wise," Lae'zel replies just as bluntly, taking a drink from her mug. You turn to read her face, and only find strong integrity within her eyes. She was confident in the assertion. There was never an air of uncertainty about Lae'zel. It was something you deeply admired about the woman. "Only a dog would waste it's time with table scraps. You would better spend your time finding a new meal than trying to lick up the crumbs of an old one."

"What I think Lae'zel means," Wyll clears his throat, trying to make Lae'zel's metaphor less crude. "Astarion is a changed man. If you have truly lost that connection, then you need to act in the best interest of your own happiness."

"K'chakhi, is that not what I said?"

You weighed both of their words for the rest of the night. You felt somewhat comforted, but it would do little beyond the moment in which it was allowed. Eventually, you began to depart, saying farewells until the next time you could see each other. It would be weeks until then.

"I know it's not much, but if you need a bed and a warm fire, you are always in the Ravengard Hall," Wyll placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling warmly as you stood underneath the sign to the Elfsong.

"Thank you, Wyll," You weren't really sure what else to say. You weren't even sure how to approach the matter to Astarion, or whether you had the resolution to go through with your claim of leaving him for good. The man lingered for only a moment longer before departing down the narrow streets of the sleeping city.

Lae'zel stepped in front of you after his departure, staring intensely into your eyes. It was hard to discern her emotions, everything about the gith was intense. You suppose that included her loyalty and support to her comrades.

"You are many thinks, she'lak," She spoke assertively, almost accusatively. Her shoulders were rolled back, and her stature oozed confidence and command, yet her golden eyes were soft as they bore into you. "But you are no dog, and you are no fool. Do not waste yourself with worthless scraps."

She did not wait for your response, simply flashing a tiny smirk at you before leaving the warm glow of the Elfsong behind. You listened to the rattling of her armor as she grew more and more distant.

"It's a shame," Shadowheart added once the other two had left, looking to you sympathetically. She put your hand between hers gently. "To see what he's become. I understand your pain. All of us do to an extent, seeing the perspective of something important to us change into something else entirely."

You realized the truth to her words. There was solidarity amongst your companions in that regard. Still, this was your problem, and there was only so much comfort they could offer. "Thank you, I-"

She cut you off before you could say anything else.

"Come to me for anything if you need my help," Her eyes were suddenly resolute, darkened by the furrow of her brow. Her grip on your hand tightened soundly, sealing the seriousness of her words. "I will not tolerate it if he harms you, in any way."

She pulled you in for a hug, wishing to see you again soon, and left you to think over her words. You understood the concern, but you were uncertain on how grounded they were within reason. Astarion had been cold, but you hadn't even considered how he might react to you leaving. You had only hoped he would only care as much as he cared about anything else lately: not at all. Her words made you uneasy though.

The draft from the chilly night air distracted you from your thoughts, reminding you that you still needed to make the trek home. With much trepidation, you adjusted your cloak, pulling the hood over your head, and began the long walk back. At the very least it would give you time to find your words.

Extra Notes: y'all i have like 600 hours of bg3 under my belt, and Astarion has been my ride or die the whole time. I was definitely not comfortable writing about him until I felt like I knew his character and his dynamics, so I am doing my best to make this realistic to him.

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falling-heights · 4 days

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Please! Tell me that you plan to make a MENSTRUATION fanfic.😍🥰

Now that you mention it I probably will LMAO

I guess you can look forward to that at some point

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falling-heights · 5 days

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Okay, go off y'all. I was not expecting that little drawing to be this popular already LMAO

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falling-heights · 5 days

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Does this count as finger food?

We all know where those fingers were.

I was wanting to practice color theory

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falling-heights · 7 days

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Wanted to share a work in progress.

I feel like enemies to lovers would go hard with them.

I'm not the best at rendering, but it's not finished yet, so hopefully it'll improve given time.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 companions #lae'zel #lae'zel bg3 #lae'zel baldur's gate 3 #lae'zel fanart #bg3 fanart #fanart #baldur's gate 3 fanart #shadowheart #shadowheart bg3 #shadowheart baldurs gate 3 #lae'zel x shadowheart

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falling-heights · 17 days

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The next part of my Astarion/Durge/Rolan fic should be out tomorrow. I think it might surpass the length of part four!

I'm super excited for it. I think this whole fic is some of my best stuff, and this next bit is so SWEET. Ugh, I love Rolan so much.

I might repost the previous chapters because I'm a bit worried this one might not get as much traction

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falling-heights · 22 days

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can i request yandere minthara baenre x dhampir bard reader?

"This music weeps , not for sin

But rather for the black fact

That we all must die ."

Everything has its price. You paid yours in full, as did she.

This union is far from conventional, but perhaps that's what makes it such an interesting case.

Two souls, both tragically wicked and dreadful.

She has never slept a single night without the fear of waking to a dagger at her throat, and you are no different, but she understands you are as helpless as she has been for much of her life. You cannot always control your hunger, but she has found ways to contain it.

A muzzle is strapped to your face at every waking moment, like a wild thing in need of being broken and trained. Shackles that bound your wrists and ankles, so you cannot lunge at her if you ever found yourself 'overwhelmed'.

She should slaughter a beast like you, your head another proud addition to her legacy of murder, but she cannot help but keep you alive. Your cravings amuse her, and she enjoys the show you put on for her when she decides to feed you some poor soul. There are times that she has waited longer, waited until you're craving blood beyond reason or morals. Hungry to the point you rip their throat open in desperation. And she revels in each act of savage violence.

Only the few times where you have been sated does she unshackle your cuffs. Only when you are your most reasonable, will she bring you your lyre, and ask you to play something. To ease her, she says. Though she's more dependent on it than she'll every say.

She can't sleep without your music. A poisonous little lullaby. Her own personal siren song.

She does not know what has caused such a strong dependence. Perhaps it comforts her. Perhaps, for a moment, it calms the vicious demands of her mind, her nightmares, her fears. How can her worries vanish the moment she hears you sing? How can its sickening sweetness be so pleasing? She may never understand it, but she knows there is no need to try.

All she needs is the sound of your fingers plucking strings and your voice soothing her into yet another deeply soundless sleep.

There is nothing, she imagined, that would ever bring her this level of satisfaction. Death could not bring her such comfort. Fear could not make her smile. It's like your music has rewritten her brain to understand new forms of peace. Of love. She protects you just as much as she keeps you. She has never met such a captivating creature, and she would burn the Sword Coast to ash and extinguish the Hells should anything happen to her bloodthirsty bard.

Hope you liked it, babe

Check out my other stuff!

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falling-heights · 22 days

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Wanted to make a list of everything I'm writing for so far. If you don't see something listed that you want, then feel free to ask!

As always, requests are always open.

Dragon Ball Z (any of the shows/games/movies)

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Jujutsu Kaisen

Arcane

Red Dead Redemption 2

Baldur's Gate 3

Feel like I missed a couple, this list is gonna be added to my Atlas, and added to over time most likely.

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falling-heights · 25 days

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do you write for arcane? also do you write female characters x fem reader?

Yes for both!

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falling-heights · 27 days

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I found you through your older writings but you have a loyal soldier who will stay no matter what you post 🫡 I wish could eat your writing and drawings for dinner

We should just, like, get married or something.

All jokes aside, let me know if you ever sent in any requests. I have a big mountain to comb through but I'll do your's first if you did ask for anything, or want to!

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falling-heights · 27 days

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Yandere Viktor x Sick Reader

"We're all killers.

We've all killed parts of ourselves to survive.

Something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive."

He won't let you die.

Whether it be his unshakeable determination to save you, or because he just can't let the one person to ever understand his condition go. However, his idea of salvation is far from kind. A machine keeps you animated.

A liquid diet of nutrients driven into your veins daily. Synthetic air forced into your lungs, a thick, rigid tube shoved into your mouth, down your throat. It was calibrated, exact, like a ticking clock, never off for a moment.

You had memorized its rhythm for a long time now, there was little else to think about anymore.

This existence is beyond any imaginable pain or remorse. Nothing should be forced to live like this, not when you should have died so long ago. And yet he will not accept it; he robbed you of your very right to die.

He's taken away your ability to beg, with that horrible pipe. You supposed he preferred your silence if you would not ask him anything more than to pull its plug. Or perhaps, that you might even thank him one day if he were to ever 'cure' you. Until then, the only noise you could emit was the regulated gasps that were exhaled out of your chest with every forced compression of the machine.

You could not even will yourself to rip the tube from your throat. It was attempted only once, and your hands had been tied to the edges of the bed since then. Regardless, you didn't think you had the strength to lift them anymore.

What was left of your muscles must surely be atrophied after laying on this bed for what must be months. You weren't even sure how long it had been since he brought you here, he never said.

Has he even realized what little is actually left of the person he loved so dearly? How desperately you yearn for him to stop, to allow you to leave. How could he imagine that what he's doing to you is worse than if he had simply let you die as nature determined?

Viktor visits you every day. Usually to take care of you, to talk to you as he always did when things were more innocent. Oftentimes, he cuts into you during these one-sided conversations, speaking to you about the most ordinary things while he operated on you like you were some sort of experiment.

You didn't know why he did it, what he was looking for, or what he was planning. He spoke about the human body as though it were a machine, something with parts and systems, and you feared that one day he would begin to remove the things he cut into.

You feared what he may turn you into.

You were the one person he ought to love the most, but he seemed to have lost himself after witnessing you fade little by little. So lost in his resolve to fix you, he had forgotten any sense of morality or humanity. It didn't matter what he had to do or what would happen in the end so long as he could make you better.

And my dear, he will fix you. Even if he has to replace every inch of you.

Just realized this is the first Arcane content to be posted on this blog. I have another blog with a lot of Viktor stuff, i didn't even realize that he had never been posted here until now.

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falling-heights · 28 days

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Ah I’m just stalking you on my alternate anonymous account—I do not have the high honor of being ur mutual 😔

Aww darn, maybe one day then.

I assume you found me from my older content. Im hoping to pick some older fandoms back up over the summer, so look forward to plenty of stuff in the near future, darling. ;)

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falling-heights · 28 days

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Also im pretty sure I know who you are because we're mutuals, i love seeing you in my inbox

You’re the only person whose posts I look forward to no matter what—thank you for being you ❤️❤️

Aw, shucks

You got me giggling and kicking my feet like a little schoolgirl. I would hoard this comment to the end of time if I could, thank you so much!

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You’re the only person whose posts I look forward to no matter what—thank you for being you ❤️❤️

Aw, shucks

You got me giggling and kicking my feet like a little schoolgirl. I would hoard this comment to the end of time if I could, thank you so much!

#Dont take this the wrong way but this is so cute i just want to bite it #like in a cuteness agression way #I love you pookie

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falling-heights · 28 days

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I just love when I schedule something and it posts immediately instead of the set time

Ascended Astarion Hcs

"I l e t h i m c a n n i b a l i z e m y f a c e ,

m y h a n d s .

L e t h i m w o r s h i p m e f o r

h i s o w n v a n i t y ."

It scares you sometimes, the emptiness in his eyes.

How sweetly and sharply his words flutter, like a knife, digging deeper and deeper with every syllable.

You're like a dog, hanging on to his every command. You must be; He wouldn't accept you any other way. What good is a lover if they don't beg?

He doesn't look at you the same anymore, as though you are nothing compared to him. As though he is your only source of purpose, as though you're meant to be bent and broken.

He will reforge you into something greater, something ready and willing, happy to suffer just to please him.

But he's scared, deep down, that sacrilegious part of him that still hates himself and fears everything. Scared that you might wake up one day and realize just what he's done to you. How much he has debased you in his own self-image, andhat has become of him.

This man is not loving. Behind his words are contempt and deceit. He just wants to keep you. By any means necessary.

Sex is just a transaction now, something that he uses to keep you pacified, believing that he might still adore you like he once did. But it's calculated now, meant nothing more than to get you exactly where he wants you. He really isn't any better than when you first met him. A scared little rat, using his only talent to win you over.

He has everything he ever wanted, money, power, eternal life. Yet he soon found that it isn't enough. His greed, his jealousy, his hatred, his fear, all fuel a never-ending hunger.

At one point you might have been all he ever wanted, and to a degree, that desire remains. But what is left amid this rampage he has started is corrupt and twisted. It's control more than anything that he wants. Control for what few things he cannot have.

Even if you wanted to leave, there's no chance he would actually let you. Whether that be because he thinks so little of you, or because he believes he knows what's best for you. Both options boil down to his need for control.

Despite what he says, he doesn't love you, not anymore. However, he would rather condemn himself to the hells before he would allow you to wander outside his domain.

check out my other stuff if you liked this!

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