#Celeana gueshoon

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Celeana shifted slightly, taking in a deep breath and smiling softly at the telltale scents surrounding her.

Bergamot, rosemary, and Brandy.

They've easily become her favorite as of late. A familiar weight was settled beside her, a lean arm across her middle. The owner was cool to the touch, and a welcome surprise.

Had she slept with him last night?

Her nose crinkled as she thought, the memory surfacing. She had. The Tiefling had been the only one awake when Astarion startled out of his trance, panicked from a horrid memory repeating. She'd offered her company as a source of comfort, and apparently had fallen asleep in his burrow of blankets with him.

Still. She wasn't upset.

She took one more deep, slow breath before blinking her heavy eyes open, finally gazing down at him. A small smile curled her lips as several urges crossed her mind.

Caress his face? Pet his hair? Hold him tight? Kiss him?

Oh.

She liked that last one.

He looked so peaceful as her eyes wandered his face, this trance must be much better than the last. She leaned down, close enough that their breaths mingled. She hesitated, still watching his face, and not wanting to cross a boundary of his. Right when she was getting ready to pull away, his ruby eyes snapped open.

“Well, if you won't do it, I will.” He spoke clearly.

Oh.

Celeana blinked, startled by him, but quickly soothed as his cool lips met hers. She felt his fingers curl around her nape and into her hair, pulling her closer still. Her eyes drifted closed as she leaned into him, sighing softly through her nose. Astarion's kiss was languid, as if they had all the time in the world. They parted briefly, sharing breath and slow smiles before he gently pushed her back onto her back and settled upon her hips.

“What are you up to, my Star?” The bard chuckled softly, tilting her head back to give him better access as he placed butterfly light kisses along her throat.

“Just admiring my Moon.” He replied smoothly, a soft smile twitching his lips at the stary lovestruck look on Celeana's face. He gently ran his hands up her arms and easily entwined their fingers, pushing her hands up beside her head while he leaned in for another loving kiss. A soft purr rumbles in her chest, content to stay like this for all eternity. Astarion left one last peck on her nose before settling down on her chest, enjoying her warmth, her heart, and her purrs. Her arms wrap around him in a comfortable weight as she settled in again.

If the others needed them they could wake them later.

#3rd person #astarion x tav #astarion x celeana #astarion acunin #Celeana gueshoon #bg3 oc #astarion x tiefling

[celeana-gueshoon]

Dance Hall Days

Astarion has some heavy realizations about his feelings.

Warnings: None, mostly just fluff

AO3

Celeana smiled brightly, mead settling warm in her belly while music filtered beautifully through the tavern. The panels of her robe swayed as she danced happily, a giggle erupting from her chest as Astarion stood on his toes and she bent down for him to twirl her, his own laugh bubbling up at the surely absurd scene. He snorted as he caught his love when she tripped over her foot, hauling her back to her feet while she laughed wildly.

“It's nice to see Fangs and Strings happy, yeah?” Karlach sat at the table, cheek propped on her hand as she watched the odd couple dance around the dusty floor, giggles and a whipping tail. She glanced at Shadowheart and Gale, her own tail wagging softly.

“I suppose they have earned a little joy.” Shadowheart murmured with a small smile as she took a swig out of her stein. Gale crunched his nose a little, still questioning what Celeana had seen in the pale elf, however he couldn't deny that the joy looked good on her- on both of them.

“One night of recreation is absolutely deserving, especially after the journey so far.” He agreed, gaining an approving grin from the rosy tiefling.

“What are you talking about?” Wyll inquired as he got back to their table with a new round of alcohol.

“‘Bout Cel and Astarion,” Karlach supplied, nodding in thanks to her drink, both of them looking up in time to catch Celeana twirling Astarion now, both with bright smiles and flushed faces.

“Makes you a tad envious, doesn't it?” He inquired softly “that even during all of this, that something can bloom…” Wyll shook his head “I'm still wary for her, but she seems so happy.”

“Then we should be happy for her too!” Karlach asserted, smacking her hand down on the table. “Until proven otherwise, I'm glad they got together.” She nodded with a humph.

“Here here.” A buzzed Shadowheart agreed, lifting her mug before going back to watching the people of the tavern enjoy the night.

Astarion chuckled at his less than dainty partner as she happily sang along with whatever shanty the other bards were playing now and danced to enjoy herself. Her hair was mussed and tangled while a deep magenta flush coated her face and was working its way down her neck. The robes Alfira gifted her glittered beautifully in the flicking lantern light.

Had he any breath to steal, the sight surely would have done so.

Celeana froze her movements when she caught him staring. “what's wrong, My Star?” she inquired innocently, the loving name slipping off of her tongue as she gently grasped his hand.

“not a thing my darling Moon” he breathed softly. “Gods, you are beautiful.” The words tumbled out of the rogue’s mouth faster than he could process, making his tiefling smile.

“You think I'm beautiful?” She gently squeezed his hand now, as she leaned down closer to hear him better.

“More beautiful than anything, Sunlight.” He murmured into her ear, gently cupping her cheek and pulling her into a soft and loving kiss. The urge and action surprised the Vampire, that hadn't been part of his plan…. But his plan fell apart ages ago, he supposed. Real love and affection for the creature he was currently holding truly was blooming in his cold dead heart, seemingly warming him from the inside out.

Soon, he decided, right there on that dance floor, soon he'll tell her the truth… but not tonight, she's shining much too bright for him to dull her light.

Celeana, hummed softly, wrapping her arms around his waist and swaying gently while her tail swished happily behind her. The large tiefling nuzzled into his silver curls, appreciating his scent as a purr began to rumble in her chest. Astarion blinked for a moment before wrapping his arms around her tightly and relaxing into the feeling, listening to her heart and the rumble of her contentment.

He could get used to this.

They both opened their eyes when they heard Karlach approach. “My turn, Fangs!” She teased him, grinning when Celeana laughed, beaming up at her.

He could get used to that too.

He playfully rolled his eyes, tsk-ing at her with a small smile. “If I must share, I suppose.” He took a step back, Celeana's hand held in his own as he gave a small bow while he kissed her hand. “Until later, Little love.” He murmured gently to her, his smile softening at her bashful laugh, giving her hand a small squeeze before joining the others back at the table.

He accepted the glass of wine Wyll offered to him with a nod of thanks, his ruby gaze landing back on the two tieflings of the party dancing joyfully together. A light sigh puffed from his nose as he smiled softly at the scene. Together Karlach and Celeana had absolutely no rhythm, but they looked way too gleeful for it to matter. Celeana laughed as Karlach spun her under her arm before doing her little jig, making the storm tiefling giggle at her ruby companion.

“-about her.”

Astarion blinked a few times, humming in question to Gale who had just been speaking. Gale sighed and shook his head. “We all care about her, about Celeana, you know.”

“Ah, yes, well it's quite hard not too. You've met her.” He shot back with a soft fondness tinging his voice. He turned his gaze to the wizard. “I also know that none of you are happy for us either.” He stated matter-of-factly, taking a sip of his wine.

The Wizard sputtered, not expecting the retort, causing an embarrassed flush to color his face.

Wyll and Shadowheart avoided Astarion's eyes.

“My hearing is a lot more sensitive than you all seem to think.” He refused to look back at his present company, opting to watch his partner and her best friend instead. “I’ve heard the comments and quiet conversations.” He schooled his expression and kept his voice low lest the girls hear him from the dance floor. “While I never expected you to be happy for me, why not her?”

“Because we're worried for her.” Gale stated. “You're not exactly a….. safe… person…” he stumbled out.

“So you're concerned I have no self control?”

“He's scared you'll break her heart.” Shadowheart cut in, fed up with the conversation. She turned to Gale “just say some idiotic overprotective bullshit, and be done with it.”

Wyll watched the exchange silently, not wanting to step on any toes. Gale floundered and looked to the Warlock to save him, but got nothing. The wizard sighed deeply and slumped in his seat. “Fine, you're right.” He ran a hand down his face “you won out for her affections, by Gods you better treat her right.”

Astarion pondered his words for a moment. “I fully intend to… Worry not, wizard.” he truly had no intentions of hurting her. He sipped his wine once more, the acrid flavor tingling on his tongue and heavy in his stomach. The truth bubbled there, how he had originally lied. Tried to play her, but then she'd wormed her way into his heart. Shown him real love, and that he could still feel it. His somber expression and mood lightened when he saw the two of them trotting back to the table, all giggles and grins. He held an arm out to Celeana, gazing softly up at her as she sidled up beside him. Astarion wrapped his arm around her thigh, pressing his cheek to her belly as he looked up at her, her cheeks flushed and chest heaving as she caught her breath. “Have fun, my Moon?”

Celeana beamed down at her lover, a clawed hand combing gently through moonglow curls. “I did, My Star.” Nodding in thanks as he offered her a sip of his wine. She swore she could hear him purr softly as he leaned into her petting. “Worn out now, though.” She pouted dramatically, the bard in her shining with her performance.

“Well, can't have that, here, such a strong leader deserves a nice place to rest.” Astarion stood with a flourish and presented the seat he had just occupied, with a small bow. In return Celeana offered a curtsey, and took the seat gracefully (as gracefully as the clumsy tiefling could at least). “A seat fit for a queen.” Astarion boasted.

He let out a startled noise when she had pulled him onto her lap, his arms instinctively wrapping around her neck, and her tail hooking around his legs. Karlach laughed lightly at her friends' antics, scooping up her mug to take a big swig of her mead.

“Now it's perfect.” Celeana mumbled softly, rubbing her cheek against his. She sighed softly, happily, and nuzzled into his neck. Celeana breathed him in deeply, tightening her hold on him.

“You alright, little love?” Astarion murmured lowly enough that only she could hear him. Celeana nodded softly against his skin, humming when he began to pet his fingers through her hair. “Too much going on?” He kept his voice soft, murmuring by her ear. Once again she nodded, staying in her spot, hugging him tighter as she settled down. He chuckled softly, the sound grounding to her.

“You alright, soldier?” The larger tiefling inquired, tilting her head at the scene, her amber eyes flitting up to her vampiric friend. Astarion nodded softly, mouthing the word ‘tired’ to her as he continued to stroke Celeana's hair. Karlach smiled just as softly at the scene. “She loves you, you know.”

Gale and Wyll watched the exchange carefully, sharing their own look at the true comfort Celeana displayed, feeling foolish for their doubts.

Celeana began to doze softly at the comfort and safety her pale elf provided her, the events of the last weeks finally weighing down on her. Astarion smiled softly as he listened to her heart and breath even out.

And he knew.

He loved her too.

#astarion x celeana #astarion ancunin #astarion x tiefling #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #celeana gueshoon

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“My Star, what do you think about-” Celeana's voice died in her throat as she ducked into the pale elf’s tent, the flap fluttering closed behind her. “Oh.” She squeaked quietly, a deep flush turning her cheeks a beautiful purple color while she tucked the parchment in her hands back into her bag.

Astarion stood there, nude, appearing to have just come from washing up if the towel in his hand was an indicator. She quickly looked away, hiding her face but knowing damn well he already saw her expression in the mirror he was by. While this was by no means the first time she's seen him naked, it was the first time since they both shared that they had strained relationships with intimacy and their bodies.

“What did you need, my Moon?” He chuckled softly at her shyness. “...you can look, you know.” he murmured quietly, watching her in the mirror with amusement. The tiefling fidgeted with her hands, her tail low to the ground and unsure as she slowly looked back at him. Celeana's posture relaxed as she caught his eye for a moment before he turned back and continued drying himself off.

Her eyes roamed his body, lingering on the spiraling Infernal on his back. Astarion tensed as she stepped up behind him, looking into the mirror to hopefully catch his eyes. “...May I touch you?” Her question was murmured gently between them, with no pressure on her words. He pondered his response before nodding his assent.

Celeana reached forward slowly, her fingers gently tracing over the scars in his skin. Astarion gasped softly at her touch, gripping his towel. Celeana froze, glancing in the mirror once more. “Stari-” she stumbled on her words, wanting to apologize.

“I didn't say stop.” he mumbled to her, relaxing slightly when her warm hand returned to his back. The rough calluses on the pads of her fingers from hours plucking on her lyre and the heat of her skin were a stark contrast to the soft skin on the Elf’s back. She started to smile at the little things she noticed- faint freckles on his shoulders, small scars from their adventures so far-

“What is it? What's got you smiling?” He bristled, his body tensing.

“At this…” she gently traced her nail around a small collection of moles that resembled a smile. “a small group of moles.” She grinned “back here on your shoulder blade… it looks like a smile!” She giggled softly.

“oh come off it. Don't tease, Darling.” He huffed.

“But it really does!” Celeana defended with a pout. “... Here, if you want… you can look at my ridges… if you want.” She suggested as a peace offering, shuffling her feet and avoiding his gaze.

Astarion thought of her offer, watching her body language. “You don't need to undress if you're uncomfortable, my love.” he supplied gently, not wanting to discomfort her. Celeana smiled softly, appreciating his thoughtfulness.

“I'm okay, I want to.” Her tone just as delicate as his, feeling safe in their bubble of time.

That's how they ended up here with Celeana sitting between Astarion’s legs, facing the mirror while his careful fingers explored the different ridges over her body. Celi hummed softly while she played with the furs they sat upon, her tail slung gently over his thigh and winding down his leg.

“What's this one from, Sunshine?” He inquired while he gently traced a roughly healed scar on her side. She laughed, shying from the ticklish touch.

“I antagonized an owlbear cub too much, and He let me know.” She chuckled softly.

“And this one?” His hand glided feather light up her front to gently hold the scar over her throat. “What happened here?” he murmured beside her ear, his breath ghosting the shell.

“Believe it or not, you're not the first to have held a dagger to my throat.” She mumbled, leaning her head back to his shoulder, mindful of her horns. “I was more clumsy back then… got cut when I tried to roll away.” his hold turned airily light as he gently stroked the scar with his thumb. His arms shifted to her soft stomach, pulling her closer, kissing along her throat softly. “It's not your doing, my love.” Celeana murmured gently, as if reading his mind, and leaning into his chest, the feeling of his skin soothing her.

Astarion hummed softly at her warmth, nuzzling her cheek and kissing the freckles and scar there. “And this one?” he asked. she grinned, her own sharp teeth glinting.

“A group of goblins thought they could try to catch me as a prize for market.” She lazily opened her eyes “you should have seen how I left them.” mischief twinkled in her glowing eyes. Astarion rolled his eyes, laying back and pulling her with him, a smile growing as she giggled. A purr began to rumble through Celeana's chest as she relaxed in his hold, sighing as he played with her hair. “We should get dressed… they might need us..” she mumbled, enjoying his ministrations.

“I dare them to enter without asking.” He chuckled “they'll get a beautiful sight of you.” Celeana rolled her eyes but relaxed back against him.

“If you say so, Stari.”

Needless to say, Gale doesn't just barge into Astarion's tent anymore.

#astarion x tav #astarion x celeana #Celeana gueshoon #astarion x tiefling #tiefling tav #acespec Astarion #acespec tav #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #bard tav #astarion x bard tav

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Uncertainty

Pairing: Celeana/Astarion

Warnings: some angst, hurt/comfort? Celeana has anxiety

Astarion woke from his trance early, blinking as he sat up. He sighed deeply, rubbing a hand over his face, his ear twitching as he heard faint music. He glanced at his violin, gently picking it up and slipping out of his tent.

Celeana sat atop a stump close to the dwindling fire, her tail wrapped around her seat and her knees tucked close as she halfheartedly plucked at her lyre’s strings. She hadn't heard him yet, of course not, he took a moment to examine the tune. It was unfamiliar, but easy enough to accompany on his own instrument.

The tiefling gasped, startled by her partner’s reply to her melancholic tune. Her ears twitched softly as she listened, continuing on her lyre. They shared the late night air, filling it with quiet music and solemn harmonies. A sad smile parted her lips as they finished their song.

Celeana listened to his steps carefully as he padded up behind her, placing gentle hands on her tense shoulders after setting aside his violin. She sagged beneath his touch, sighing. “Did I wake you, Stari?” She mumbled softly up to him.

“No, my Sweet,” he began “my own mind did, however, it was pleasant to hear your tune. As somber as it may be.” He started to gently work out some of the knots in her tense shoulders, kissing the crown of her head between her curled horns.

“What are we doing, Astarion?” The words were hesitant but clear, spoken into the cold night air while she watched the flickering embers. She poorly hid a sniffle while tears welled in her dark eyes.

Astarion stilled in his motions, the proverbial wind knocked out of him. Did she have doubts about him? “How do you mean, my Moon?” he resumed his motions, trying to sooth an apparently deep festering turmoil in his love.

“I mean everything.” She sighed deeply curling tighter around herself, her tail coiling tightly around herself now. “This rag tag team, this quest, us.” her voice broke with a small sob as she shook beneath his hands. The Rogue’s heart broke as he listened to her quietly sob, obviously much more affected than any of them had really seen. “What if I can’t do it.” her voice was small, weak as it warbled around the words as she cried. Astarion crinkled his nose as she pressed her face into her knees, hiding from him and her emotions.

“... Good thing you’re part of a team then, isn’t it, My little love.” he abandoned his impromptu massage in favor of wrapping himself around her back, trying to be a grounding weight for her.

“W-what?” Celeana hiccupped, sniffling as the tears streamed down her lavender grey cheeks, leaving darker tracks and smudging her already messy kohl. Astarion calmly rounded her, crouching so he could look up at her, his hands gently, but firmly, on her shoulders.

“I said it’s a good thing you’re part of a team, Celeana.” He gazed up at her, soft and loving. “You’ve got this whole, what did you call us? Rag tag team, Cel.” he brought his hands up to cup her cheeks, gently brushing away her tears. “You don’t have to do any of this alone.” His voice was soft and soothing as he spoke so gently “And as for us,” he began “You shall have me for as long as you’ll allow me the privilege of being yours.” he pulled her forward so that he could gently rest his forehead against hers, sharing air that he didn’t need.

Celeana broke, loosing her sobs as she dropped to the ground with him, wrapping her arms and tail around him tightly. She shook as she cried, hiding her face in his neck. Astarion let out a small noise of surprise as he hit the ground, startled for a moment before wrapping his arms around her. He gently hushed her, combing his lithe fingers through her messy hair.

“Oh, Celeana, it's alright…” he mumbled softly to the large tiefling. She trembled with effort as she tried to calm her sobs. “Shh, shh, shhh.” Stari hushed, gently massaging her nape with one hand while the other trailed feather light along one of her pointed ears. “I'm with you, Darling, you're alright.” Her fingers flexed in the fabric of his shirt while she tried to focus on him, hiccuping as she breathed.

“That's it, sweet girl.” He praised softly as her breathing started to regulate while she focused on him. “No matter what happens, in this moment, right now. The only thing you need to be is my little love, my Moon.”

“I'm frightened, Astarion.” She eventually mumbled against his skin, her breathing near normal now and the embers all but out.

“I know, Celi.” The vampiric elf murmured, gently pushing her hair back. “I'll be right here with you…” he kissed her temple, running a gentle finger over her horns. “Now, let's get you back to bed, Love.” He breathed softly as he moved her to get up, making her whine at the loss of comfort. “Oh hush,” he began playfully “you'll be in my arms all night, we're just migrating, alright?” The tiefling gazed up at him from her place on her knees, giving him a timid nod before letting him pull her up.

“There we are. Let's get you some rest.” He gently led her to his tent, now full of blankets and pillows due to Celeana's regular visits and his new budding self-esteem. Astarion settled in the nest pile first, holding his arms out in an invitation to her.

“... You are certain?” She fiddled with the tip of her tail, a tell of her anxiety he noted.

“Yes for gods sake. You're not going to gore me with your horns” he rolled his eyes, smiling softly when she quickly curled into his side, nuzzling his chest and letting out a deep sigh. His scent soothed her and pulled her into a quick slumber while Astarion traced gentle patterns onto her back with his hands.

“What am I going to do with you?” He asked himself quietly, beginning to realize he'd been falling for her.

#astarion x tav #3rd person #astarion x celeana #astarion x tiefling #celeana gueshoon #named tav #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate tav

[celeana-gueshoon]

Celeana finds their height difference endearing, and after all, it's much easier for him to tuck against her chest at night instead of the other way around with her horns.

#astarion x tiefling #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #astarion x celeana #Celeana Gueshoon #reference

[celeana-gueshoon]

Put it on Repeat

Summary: Astarion learns about one of Celeana's insecurities

Warnings: Cel is anxious, otherwise just fluff

AO3

Astarion sat perched atop his stool, reading a recent find as he listened to Celeana play as she lounged in a pile of pillows. It was a new composition of hers, light and airy as she quietly vocalized along with it. Astarion appreciated his partner's gentle tunes, after some time the pale elf found himself humming along. He blinked after a moment, realizing she'd been playing the same tune over and over.

“My Sunlight?” he broke the gentle atmosphere, looking up from the page he'd been on.

“Yes My Star?” She didn't miss a beat, cracking an eye open to gaze at him.

“Whyever are you repeating your song?” He asked in gentle confusion “not that it isn't beautiful, but you have so many compositions.”

Celeana visibly flushed as she fumbled with her lyre, her tune stopping. Her mismatched eyes stuck on him before looking away avoidantly.

“So I remember it…” she mumbled softly.

“So you remember- why not write it down?” He inquired innocently.

Hot shame twisted through her body, her tail tightly wrapping around her ankle. “.... I-...” She huffed “I can't read or write.”

“You can't read or write?” Surprise colored his tone, shock settling on his features. He's seen the beautiful maps she could make, but he'd never dwelled on the fact that they were never labeled.

Misunderstanding his tone, tears began to well in her eyes, fearful he'd cast her aside. “I-I’m sorry.” She hurried out, scrambling to get out of the comfortable pile that now felt suffocating.

“Whoa, whoa-” he quickly settled her back down, kneeling beside her and brushing the stray tear from her flushed cheek. “Whatever for?”

“T-that I'm not smart enough to read or write Common…” she mumbled, leaning into his hand.

“Oh, my Moon.” He murmured gently, kissing her forehead. “Common isn't your mother tongue.” He soothed “You make the most beautiful songs and maps, and you've read the scars on my skin. Why not use Infernal?”

Celeana balked at his suggestion. “What if someone sees it, or-or what if you need something translated and I'm not there-”

“Celi, my love.” He chuckled, gently holding her face. “Who cares if you notate in Infernal? Oh no, they'll find out you're a Tiefling?” He gave her a gentle crooked smile, it widened when she gave a watery laugh.

“Yeah, no one can know, it's a secret.” She warbled quietly.

“And as for us reading when you're not available, while I'd hate to part from you for long, you forget that Karlach knows Infernal as well, little love.” He gently pressed his forehead to hers. “If it makes you feel better, you can teach me Infernal , and I can teach you Common.”

Celeana moved to gently hold his hand as she leaned into his cool touch, giving him a small nod. “...okay… if you're sure.” She mumbled softly, turning to kiss his palm.

“Of course I am, love. It's not a problem at all.” Astarion soothed her, kissing her forehead. “Now, let me hold you.”

Celeana giggled quietly, shifting to nuzzle into his neck.

“Thank you, Stari.”

#astarion x tiefling #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #astarion x celeana #bg3 tav #Celeana Gueshoon #bg3 oc