#Papastarion

[seaofdaydreams]

Elysia: I know we want them to have standards but haven't you taken things too far?

Astarion: Nonsense, darling! Things are going according to plan marvelously!

I think about this headcanon often lol.

#dadstarion #art #doodle #miri believes it but damian just uses it to get nice things haha #elysia #papastarion #astarion #astarion headcanons #astarion ancunin #astarion x durge #astarion x tav #bg3 tav #bg3 durge

[littlejuicebox]

GINAAA MY GIRL!

Sending you a dadstarion prompt because you already know I LOVEEE your dadstarion content.

How did Tav find out she was pregnant with baby Gale? And how did Astarion react to the news?! Inquiring minds want to know.

To have and to hold.

Such a lovely prompt, my friend! Hope you like it!

Summary: Astarion turned mortal a few months ago, and this is his first-time experiencing illness of any kind. Unfortunately, as soon as he recovers, you start to show signs of sickness as well. Your condition is a bit different from his, though. (For more of this series check out the ‘Dadstarion’ section of my master list.)

Tags/Warnings: Dadstarion, domestic af, fluff, talk of illness, talk of vomiting, the mildest of angst with the mostest of comfort, pregnancy, etc.

A/N: I work in healthcare, not law, so I can’t guarantee the legalese is accurate lol.

Word count: 2.3K

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“Don’t come closer, darling, I’m disgusting.” Astarion groans from where you find him one morning, curled up on the bathroom floor.

It had been a few months since Gale of Waterdeep cast Wish, and from that moment until now the retired rogue had been a happy, healthy mortal. There were so many benefits to curing his vampirism that the elf never fully considered one of the major downsides… illness.

He’d never experienced a malady like this in his life. At least not in the one he could remember.

It’s horrible.

How had his little love or any of his friends endured this, more than once, in the past ten years?

Astarion is quite certain he contracted food poisoning from that questionable slab of salmon he ate at the Blushing Mermaid yesterday evening. He never did understand why you liked eating at that lowbrow tavern in the first place.

You crouch to examine your husband, pressing a soothing hand onto his forehead before running it down to cup his cheek.

“Astarion, my love, you have a fever.” You murmur, frowning with concern as you push sweaty curls from his face.

“Please make more obvious observations, dear,” Astarion gripes as he forces himself to sit up, still clutching his stomach. Gods, the vile churning in his gut is incessant.

He’s about to continue on with his quip, but the sudden urge to be sick forces the elf to shut up and scramble to the toilet. You hear the sounds of violent retching moments later.

“We are never going back to the Blushing Mermaid,” Astarion grumbles once the wave of illness subsides. His face is pressed against the toilet; all sense of decorum is gone. The rotten fish poisoning his insides won over any bits of pride he might have been clinging to.

You move to grab a wash rag, dampening it under the tap before kneeling back down by your husband.

“Poor thing,” You coo, folding the cloth in half before dabbing it against the back of Astarion’s neck, hoping to ease the fever.

The elf’s eyes flutter closed as he allows you to fawn over him for a moment. And then he groans and flicks his hand, palm faced downward, as if trying to shoo you away. His voice is hoarse when he says, “Just leave me here and go get ready for your meeting, darling. I’ll be fine.”

“In sickness and in health, remember?” You ask, running the cool cloth over Astarion’s face, causing him to sigh thankfully at the slight relief, “I’ll send word to the other Counsellors to inform them that I won’t be attending. You’ve never been ill before; I don’t want to leave you like this. Wyll can fill me in later.”

“Yes, ‘in sickness and in health’ and all that, darling, but those vows also included ‘until death do us part’ and I was an immortal vampire when we made them. So you were technically entering that verbal contract under false pretenses, which one could argue means it’s null and void. Go to the meeting, it’s—“

Astarion almost manages to finish his rambling legalese before more putrid liquid spews out of his mouth. When he’s finished vomiting, he whines again, any bit of stubborn resilience and feeble attempts at selflessness abandoned.

“On second thought, maybe you should stay here,” He says, his chest heaving with exertion as he clenches his eyes shut, “Please tell me you have a spell for this.”

“Unfortunately not, my love. I only have a spell for curses. Best I can do is half a bottle of Elixir of Health, some ginger-peppermint tea, and a bath.” You sigh, already crossing the bathroom on your way to the tub. You fiddle with the taps for a moment to start the bath and then begin to pour oils into the flowing water.

“Deal,” Your husband mutters, peeling off his sweat-soaked night shirt, “But none of that vile honey you got at the market here in town for my tea; I want the one Shadowheart and Lae’zel sent from Neverwinter.”

“Anything you say, Lord Ancunin.” You joke, rolling your eyes at your husband’s fussiness. He’d barely regained his sense of taste a few months ago and already favored upscale ingredients and meals, as if mortal food hadn’t been but ash in his mouth for two hundred years.

The elf glares at your insolence but doesn’t retort; he’s too busy trying to keep himself from vomiting again.

*

The following morning, Astarion wakes feeling much better. Practically brand new, in fact. It seems the potion and your strange flower child medicine must have done the trick. He sighs a breath of relief and then rolls to snuggle against you for a few more precious moments. He reaches his arms out and grasps at nothing but air.

The silver-haired elf immediately frowns and sits up. That’s exceptionally odd. You were not a morning person; you never had been in the ten years he’d known you. You always slept in longer than him, even in the wilds. On more than one occasion he’d had to lure you out of your nearly comatose slumber with the tempting smells of coffee and breakfast.

Astarion hears you gagging in the bathroom and goes to investigate. He soon finds you clinging to the toilet, practically mirroring how he looked the day prior.

“Oh no, little love, do you think you have food poisoning, too?” He questions, frowning slightly before kneeling down to press his hand against your forehead just like you’d done to him, “No fever, though.”

You whine, leaning into your husband’s hand before grumbling, “Damn the Blushing Mermaid straight to Stygia! Why do I even like that place, again?”

Astarion laughs, “I’ve been wondering the same thing for years, dear. I hope now you’ll finally reconsider. Do you want some tea and a bath?”

“Please,” You say, just before another wave of nausea hits you, forcing you to throw your head into the toilet and gag. Frustratingly, not much actually comes out despite the waves of sickness coursing through your body.

Gods, you wish you could simply vomit and feel relief.

Astarion begins to prepare the appropriate remedies, much like you’d done for him the day before. Thankfully, you seem to recover much faster than he did, and by midday you look and feel completely normal.

Good thing, too. You two were out of any elixirs that may have helped you had your ailment been as severe as Astarion's.

“Perhaps I’m just a better healer than you, darling.” The silver-haired elf teases as the two of you take afternoon tea in the sunroom.

“Perhaps I’m just stronger and more resilient than you, my love.” You retort, wrinkling your nose in jest at your husband.

He chuckles softly and then presses a kiss to your nose, “Agree to disagree.”

*

Astarion thinks the two of you are past this bit of bad luck, but when he wakes the following morning, he hears you retching once again.

When the elf finds you in the bathroom, appearing as almost an exact repeat of yesterday, though perhaps a bit worse, his brow furrows.

“Darling, I'm worried now. You look more ill than before. Perhaps we should take a trip to Jaheira? I can head to the apothecary for another Elixir of Health while she looks you over.” He murmurs gently, extending his hands to pull you to your feet.

You simply nod in agreement, too nauseated to do more than follow your husband’s lead as he slips you into a set of robes and ushers you into the carriage.

*

When Astarion returns to Jaheira’s after dashing out to the apothecary, he finds you sitting at the druid’s dining table. The two of you stop whatever hushed conversation you’d been having and turn to look at him in unison.

“Feeling any better, Tav?” He asks, coming to stand by your side before placing a worried hand upon your shoulder. You simply cover your hand with his and nod in response.

“Much better,” You say, flashing your husband a small smile. Something about your expression looks hazed, as if you’re stuck in a daydream. Poor thing, you're probably exhausted and experiencing brain fog.

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine with the teas and medicinals I’ve given you,” Jaheira assures, her eyes flickering between the two of you. She grins for the briefest moment before falling back into her typical, more serious demeanor.

Astarion swears he feels like something is off, but when he turns to give you a questioning look, you’re the picture of happiness as you sip from your tea cup, finishing it off.

Well, at least you’re doing what Jaheira has prescribed.

“What about the Elixir of Health I’ve just purchased?” Your husband asks, lifting the bag in his hand, “Will that help?”

“Oh, I recommend you keep it for something else. I don’t think Tav needs it for this,” The druid responds before standing, signaling it’s the end of the visit. She was always quite straight forward and lacking in certain genteel social graces, in Astarion’s opinion.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting with the Harpers.”

You quickly bid your goodbyes and Astarion helps you back into the carriage, eager to get you back to bed so that you can sleep off the rest of this sickness.

*

Astarion notices you’re uncharacteristically quiet on the carriage ride home. He typically doesn’t mind when you’re in one of your pensive, stoic moods. But this illness of yours had him more anxious than usual and he had to know more about Jaheira’s examination results, if only to ease his own worries.

“Darling,” He starts, taking your hand in his. But you don’t seem to hear him; you’re still lost in your own little world.

“My love,” He says, this time a bit more urgently, squeezing your hand just enough to pull your attention to him, “What did Jaheira say, exactly? Did she mention how long this illness will last?”

“Oh, the nausea will probably go on for a few weeks,” You reply, a goofy, lopsided smile breaking across your face. You cannot stifle your grin at the little secret you know you’ll be unable to keep for more than a few moments longer.

“Weeks?” Astarion questions, his voice pitching up with worry and brows stitching together in concern.

Why in the hells are you smiling? What druid bullshit was in the tea Jaheira gave you?

He folds his arms across his chest, not at all pleased by the lack of seriousness you seem to display. The idea of you being sick for weeks makes his heart hurt and his stomach churn as if he’s still sick. He could never stand to see you uncomfortable.

“Tav, are you drugged? This is serious. I fail to see what there is to be smiling about right now. You’re going to be nauseous for weeks and you can’t use an Elixir of Health? Are you absolutely sure Jaheira even knows what she’s—“

“I’m pregnant, Astarion,” You interrupt, and you cannot help but to laugh at your husband as his mouth hangs open mid-sentence, frozen in shock.

He blinks for a moment or two, otherwise completely still as his brain rushes to process the new information.

When the elf finally regains his composure and finds his ability to speak, he shoots out a flustered, rambled, “Darling, I— I’m sorry, can you repeat that? I’m not certain I heard you correctly. The road is quite bumpy and the wheels of the carriage are loud— I think they need oil— and the horses—“

You laugh and firmly grasp your husband’s hand, wholly capturing his attention before murmuring, “You ridiculous elf. You heard me the first time. I’m pregnant, Astarion.”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen a bigger grin cross your husband’s face.

“Tav, darling, I— gods, just come here to me.”

Astarion’s lips crash into yours, and he’s smiling into the kiss as he threads a hand through your hair, intent on pressing you closer into him. A tiny, delighted hum escapes your husband as he uses the kiss to express all the feelings he cannot yet put into words.

When he finally pulls away, he cups your face with his hands and peppers a few more kisses upon your lips.

“Is this your way of telling me you’re happy about this, Astarion?” You ask, grinning at your husband as he gazes upon you with the most besotted eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Thrilled, my love,” He whispers, before pressing forward to kiss you again, trying to convey the depth of his excitement with his affections. He doesn’t let go of you the rest of the way home, almost desperate to cover you in worshipful kisses, each one a little vow of love to you.

You notice he's unusually quiet, but then, he’s far too busy smiling and smooching to do much talking.

*

Later that evening, you move to get out of bed and head toward the bedchamber door.

“Ah, ah, ah. Where do you think you’re going, little love?” Astarion calls, already tossing his book aside to follow after you, “What do you need? Let me bring it to you.”

“I just wanted a cup of water, Astarion. I can go get—“ You start, but he quickly presses a kiss to your lips, effectively quieting you.

“Hush, my love. You’re still nauseated and you’re carrying very precious cargo.” He gently chastises as he turns you by your shoulders and steers you back toward the bed.

“You’re being dramatic,” You grumble, sitting back down in the bed and wrinkling your nose at your husband.

“Perhaps,” He agrees, grinning down at you as he gently folds the blankets back around your legs, “But you knew exactly the type of theatrics you signed up for when you married me, darling. 'To have and to hold, to love and to cherish' and all that, hm?”

And in that moment, Astarion was certain he’d never love and cherish anything more than you.

Nine months later, the little silver-haired newborn he held in his arms would prove him wrong.

#astarion fanfic #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x you #dadstarion fic #dadstarion #papastarion #astarion x f!reader #astarion x female reader #astarion reader insert #astarion fluff #domestic astarion #soft astarion #sweet astarion #comfort fic #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #astarion fanfiction #astarion/you #astarion/reader

[spacebarbarianweird]

I know I’m throwing another on you, but you know how everyone writes and pictures dadstarion with a daughter who looks like him? What if we reserved those tables and his first child is a boy who looks like his mother’s little clone 👀

Yep, Astarion's daughter who looks like him is almost a canon! Take my Alethaine or @tragedybunny Estelle! It'sjust difficult to see him as a boy dad!

Masterlist

Headcanons

Boy Dad Astarion

Astarion goes crazy when you get pregnant.

He? A parent? For real?

It must be a mistake.

He even contemplates for a while whether you should terminate your pregnancy, but feels a relief when you decide to keep the baby.

Deep inside, he wants to become a father.

For some reason, he thinks it's a girl.

He is so sure that you are carrying his daughter in your body that Astarion calls the baby "she".

"I can hear her heart beating, love," he murmurs, pressing his ear against your bump.

When labor begins, it's the scariest moment of his life.

If he could get drunk, he would definitely do.

Your child is born in the middle of the night.

It's a boy.

A dhampir. Half-vampire of elven origin

Astarion cries as he takes his son in his arms for the first time.

Once Astarion comes to his senses, he becomes the best father in Faerûn.

He is Raevar's primary caretaker, for he cannot leave his home where there is sunshine. 

Astarion tries to be the best version of himself, and more often than not, he succeeds. 

The boy grows up to look almost exactly like Astarion - the same soft silver curls, facial features, the attitude.

He teaches his son how to pick locks, fight with daggers, hunt for prey.

They often return at dawn, all covered in mud and blood, but perfectly happy after a night out.

Also, your son is a little gentleman who treats his mother like a queen.

When you are tired, Raevar is willing to do all the housework just so you can relax.

Over time, your son grows into a handsome young man.

He grows his hair according to elven customs and wears ear cuffs. 

Raevar also favors elven clothing, though his fangs betray his vampire nature.

Astarion sometimes mocks his chivarly, joking that Wyll should have been the father, not him.

But truth be told, Astarion loves Raevar's good-heart - he's a hero and will be someone's savior one day.

Sometimes bad things happen - a failed duel, a deadly expedition to the Underdark, a powerful vampire lord too strong for a young dhampir.

Astarion's undead heart breaks every time he sees his son wounded and beaten.

He is also annoyed by Raevar's many friends. It seems that he can befriend a drider and invite him over for a drink.

Raevar sees Astarion as a role model, as someone he wants to look up to.

Even though he knows of Astarion's weaknesses and misdeeds, it doesn't make him respect his father any less.

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[papastarion]

I know everyone has their different takes on Astarion’s character, and what they think his story should look like/what he would or wouldn’t do with his life after the events of the game, and I think they’re all valid. And not everyone is going to like your read or what you want him to pursue or be like after all is said and done. And there’s nothing wrong with that! Could you imagine how boring things would be if we all agreed? I personally love seeing the diversity of takes.

That being said, I am very much a fan of the idea of non-Ascended Astarion starting a family after everything, just me personally. Now, I know that’s a whole can of worms for people who don’t like that concept or who don’t like the idea of kids/pregnancy in their fiction. That’s completely fine. Funnily enough, I have no desire to have my own kids, but I love exploring that sort of lifestyle and the dynamic it creates when it comes to my characters in my own writing.

And I do think he wants kids, in my world state (to borrow a Dragon Age term), anyway.

I always go back to Astarion’s confession, when he says he wants “something real.” All those years where sex and love were nothing but a performance to seduce people and lure them to what he thought was their death. And now, with Tav/Durge, he wants the real thing. He wants to love and be loved.

He says he doesn’t know what “real” looks like anymore, which means he’s got to figure it out. And we know he isn’t much for plans, so that means a lot of what he learns is learned as he goes. That must extend to learning what he wants, too.

“I Want to Live” is the song that is consistently played in relation to his character development (despite being the players song.) Want. For all of those years, he was told by Cazador that he and his fellow spawn were a family. If he doesn’t ascend, then what he desires, and discovering what he wants, and taking what was false for so long and learning what the real version of it looks like to him all come together to make it easy for me to see him enjoying fatherhood.

He wouldn’t be Astarion without that prickly personality of his, but as his relationship with Tav/Durge progresses, you get to see the softness and sweetness he has in him, too. And I believe he really does mean it when he says he wants to protect them. He does genuinely care, as sarcastic and standoffish as he can be. That’s part of his personality and his character arc.

Now, do I think he likes all kids? Not at all. I think he likes certain kids, and for certain reasons. He may not encourage taking in Yenna, but he does insist on saving her from Orin. He seems to have a high opinion of Arabella. It depends on the kid. In a strange way, I think his own personhood being taken from him has made him view kids as more individual than most people tend to.

And I think he would adore his own kids because of who they are. They’re proof of how far he’s come, they’re proof that he’s alive and he’s living and that Cazador didn’t win in the end. He’s here. He won. He’s growing past everything.

And, most importantly: they’re his kid(s.)

Do I think he’s ever considered having children prior to having one, even before he was turned? I doubt it, honestly. But especially prior to his vampirism, I don’t think it matters whether he did or not. He can’t remember what color his eyes were, let alone what he wanted or who he was. And it doesn’t matter, he makes that much clear. He isn’t that person anymore, and he won’t ever get to be them again. So whether he had thought about children specifically or not, whether he wanted them or not, I don’t think that matters to him anymore.

He never saw himself as a hero, either, but he’s a Hero of Baldur’s Gate now. He cares. In his own way. And he defines and does things his own way in his life now. He’s still not your stereotypical hero, but he’s also no longer your stereotypical vampire. He wouldn’t be Astarion if he was easy to define. And after everything, he is still Astarion. He’s complex, and he can be quite contradictory and inconsistent. That’s both part of his personality and a result of the 200 years of trauma he survived, I think.

And again, he’s also not one for plans. I don’t think he considers being a father until Tav/Durge is telling him that he’s going to be one. And that kind of life-changing news can rattle even the people who have planned for it and wanted it their whole lives. Sure, I think it takes some getting used to, and I’m sure there are complex feelings that come with it. Rediscovering yourself and building a life are never easy. Living isn’t easy.

But this is another part of the life he’s living—really living. This isn’t the mockery Cazador forced the spawn to play pretend in, it’s a real family, his family. And I think that means everything to the person he chooses to be now.

#I just have a lot of feelings about Dadstarion #I’m so sorry this is such a mess but I just wanted to talk about him #Astarion #Dadstarion #Papastarion #character study #if you squint

[it-them-ace]

Have some BG3 Doodles

I have many feelings about Arabella and the Githyanki egg let us hatch it you cowards

Also thank you Larian Studios for giving us unofficial wedding rings

#bg3 #bg3 arabella #bg3 githyanki #githyanki #bg3 astarion #astarion #astarion ancunin #papastarion #my art

[me-and-my-hyperfixations]

I like the idea of Girldad Astarion bc you just know that he's going to raise the most evil Mean Girl ever.

Like if Regina George and Jennifer from Jennifer's body had an anti-christ baby on the 6th of June 2006 with Vampire and elf powers.

#spawn astarion or ascended astarion #it won't make a difference #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #dad astarion #papastarion #larian

[loony-lupus]

I imagine Papastarion will be somewhat like this xD (with Tav as Sam in the background)

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #papastarion

[spagyricqueen]

Chapter Update!

The companions begin to gather in anticipation of a most grand event, bearing gifts both enchanting and practical.

Chapter 51 - The Enchanted Nursery

Less than a tenday away, the midwife reported to a very anxious Astarion, Tavriel, and Shadowheart. And even then, it could be sooner, or it could be later, and such uncertainty made his nerves vibrate with a kind of energy Astarion didn’t even have a name for; terror, perhaps? Tavriel insisted that he join her for breathing and meditation exercises with Lúthia, hoping it might help to calm him down.

Calm him down? His life had become utter insanity, as far as he was concerned. The construction outside in the gardens seemed incessant, the banging of hammers may as well have been on top of his head. There were fleeting moments of complete disbelief in the changes of his life. Another year had ticked by, and the charmed life he lived now occasionally still felt like a dream.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion fanfic #forgotten realms #soft astarion #ao3 fanfic #papastarion #dadstarion

[not-so-lost-after-all]

Wen was a delicate beautiful child with bluegreen eyes and silver hair. She was stern and serious for her age to the point people found her unsettling. But she had a way with words and a lovely voice. Other children never liked her much. Even auntie Shadowheart's boys merely tolerated her. It was alright though, she preferred the company of the adults anyway. She was spending most of her time with her parents and she loved them so, so much.

She knew what papa is since she remembered. Wen noticed mama has bite marks from time to time and asked her once if it's making her ill or if it hurts. Mama just kissed her forehead and told her not to worry, it's like just another cut. Since then, mama tried to hide the bite marks better. Wen read about vampires in the books and was confused because papa was not exactly scary, she just thought vampires are stronger and misunderstood. But sadly, Wen was born a mere mortal half elf, with neither mama's magical skill nor papa's abilities to fight.

Her papa disappeared for an entire week once and came back one night when Wen was already in her bedroom but she heard them. Mama raised her voice and hissed at papa that she was worried sick, what the hell was he thinking? He hushed her, probably hugged her and mama continued rambling for some time but her voice was quieter and quieter until it intertwined with his.

In the morning, Wen asked papa in tight voice and with tears in her eyes if it was because of her, because she was defective, she'll do anything to be like him. “Please, don't leave.” Papa grabbed her shoulders but spoke softly. “Little bird, don't you think you want to be like me. One day I'll tell you what it's like but now it would only give you nightmares. You are perfect as you are. If I leave sometimes, it's not because of you. It could never be because of you.” He sighed and put his arms around her. Even after that, he sometimes left to be alone but never for that long or without letting her and mama know.

Her parents dotted on her and tried their best to raise her but some months ago, shortly after her tenth birthday, she read about potions that can terminate pregnancy. It left her wondering if her parents really wanted her or... just did let it happen. When she pleaded with auntie Shadowheart to tell her the truth about it if she knows, the woman was both surprised and amused. “Aren't you too young to ask such things? Well... Let me just tell you that your mother was scared when she found out about you. She may look young but was almost eighty when she had you and didn't look forward to take care of a dhampir child or give birth to some dead abomination. I just said that I don't judge but if she wants to end it, I'd kill her if she ever tells your dad. They decided to have you and happy when they first saw you. You're their first child and almost certainly the last.”

Now Wen was trembling in her bed, both covered in sweat and shivering. Her parents were beside her bed, thinking she can't hear them in her state. “I could have turn her if...” That was papa but she never heard him speaking with such despair. Wen tried to open her eyes and saw him in mama's arms but she herself was barely holding it together, her eyes hollow and skin pale as marble. “Don't... don't even think about it. If the worst happens, I'll probably lose my mind but even that wouldn't be worth condemning you two to hells.”

Wen tried to fight falling asleep. She won't disappoint them, she loves them so much and she won't die and it was perfectly enough to make them happy. The last thing she remembers was auntie Shadowheart's hands on her forehead and cheeks. The next morning, she woke up with clear head and lungs and a singing heart...

#astarion #my contribution to the “papastarion” topic #you dont know me if you think this was ever going to be fluffy #loving dysfunctional family #my writing

[seaofdaydreams]

I lied. It was 7 pages. 🙃

#dadstarion #papastarion #damian #miri #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #elysia #art #wip #comic #hehe damian talks super formally and is a really good planner #takes after mom #miri is smooth brained and is happy to go along with whatever her big brother proposes the same way Astarion is like with Elysia #i headcanon dhampir children/living vampire children can live off both blood and human food #so they both succeeded in getting a snack hehe

[littlejuicebox]

Little interruptions.

Summary: Parenting has its downsides. This is a drabble exploring that little slice of life no parent enjoys. Just a random bit stuck in my head today. Nothing special lol.

Tags/warnings: interrupted smut, parenting, not edited

Word count: 878

*

Soft dots of rain pitter-patter across the rooftop of the Ancunin estate. The children are asleep in their rooms down the hall, thoroughly exhausted after a long summer day of archery practice in the backyard. Evander had proven to be a surprisingly excellent shot for a four-year-old with a child’s practice bow; he held all the talent of a natural marksman and required little direction from Astarion.

The other two Ancunin boys had done well, though Finnick required significant curtailing to focus on the task – archery is not his preferred weaponry, he was much more interested in swords. Gale had been, as always, above average though uninterested in such pursuits.

A rumble of thunder overhead, right above the estate, greets the only two Ancunins still awake in the candlelit mansion. They pay no mind to the storm outside, for they are far too busy wrapped in one another’s arms.

Tav emits a delighted giggle as Astarion pulls away from their lazy, languid kiss and begins to lick a slow, winding trail down her body. His bare chest drags against hers on the way to his destination, and he briefly stops to suck a nipple in between his teeth. He nips just hard enough to pull a gasp from his wife before chuckling playfully and moving lower, lower, lower, until he’s hovering just above her mound. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating. She’s barren, completely exposed for him to admire. Her nightdress had been hiked up above her breasts long ago.

“And what do we have here, darling?” Astarion asks, as his fingers come to spread her slick folds. “A present for me?”

He’s about to press his tongue against that sensitive nub of nerves when the doorknob to their bedroom jiggles. There is no time to think. Astarion and Tav move quick as lightning; she yanks her nightdress down while he launches himself up and over to his side of the bed. The door swings open. They were narrowly fast enough to avoid mentally scarring the child standing in the dimly lit doorway.

“Gale, dear, what is it?” Tav asks, her head cocking to the side as she examines the worried expression on her eldest. Two more, slightly smaller figures appear behind him, each holding a stuffed dragon.

“The thunder woke us all up,” Gale explains with a frown. His voice sounds so small. “It was so loud, mama. Evan and Finn came into my room and then we all came here. Apple is hiding under my bed and she won’t come out.”

Astarion, eager to quell the concerns of his children and resume his prior adult activities nods and then says, “Yes, well, how about we get everyone back to their rooms—“

Lightning snaps like a whip through the sky, causing the twins to shout in surprise and hide their faces in their hands. Gale’s shoulders come up to either side of his perfectly pointed ears; his eyes are wide, green pools of concern. Tav turns her head to look at her husband, and he emits a slow, belabored sigh in response to her gaze. He knows where this is going.

“Fine, you three, come here.” Astarion grumpily beckons with a wave of his hand. The three boys quickly climb onto the bed and wedge themselves between their parents.

Tav pulls the blankets over the entire family, wrapping their children in a warm, down feather filled cocoon. Another rumble of thunder overhead causes all three Ancunin boys to tremble.

“You three are safe here,” Tav coos, fingers coming to lightly stroke against each of her children’s cheeks, one at a time. “Papa and I will take care of you.”

Astarion nods and hums in agreement as he begins to reluctantly settle himself into bed. This was not the night he’d been eagerly envisioning after a day of stolen glances between him and his wife. But the boys follow his lead and soon the entire family is locked in a snuggle pile. Tav begins to hum an old Elvish lullaby and the children drift off into reverie, a symphony of soft snores signaling their sleep.

Astarion is on his side and has one of the twins curled against his chest, his hand stroking a head of soft brunette locks. The other twin is facing the opposite way and clinging to his older brother; Gale is reciprocating the embrace, his chin resting on his brother’s head.

“Suppose we will have to pick up our activities where we left off tomorrow, my love,” Tav finally murmurs as she extinguishes the lights in the room with a flick of her hand.

“What activities, mama?” Gale asks with a yawn.

The two parents exchange wild-eyed glances from across the bed. Astarion panics and says the first thing that comes to mind. “Exercise, Gale. We were just about to exercise.”

“Oh…” the eldest Ancunin responds and with another yawn he slips into slumber with his brothers.

Tav and Astarion share a soft sigh of relief and then tuck themselves into bed with whispered goodnights to one another. Just before he slips into reverie, Astarion thinks that he and Tav will have to exercise twice as hard tomorrow to make up for tonight.

What a noble sacrifice on his children’s behalf.

#astarion fanfic #astarion x tav #astarion x f!tav #astarion x female tav #astarion smut #smut #astarion x female oc #dadstarion fic #dadstarion #papastarion

[spacebarbarianweird]

Do we want a comfort dadstarion fic where Astarion is taking a role of "stay-at-home-dad" while Tiriel is doing her adventuring job?

(I can't make myself to write anything long and serious but I want to write something)

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion romance #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x tav #dadstarion #papastarion #alethaine ancunin #tiriel of the sunset mountains #tiriel the barbarian #astarion x tiriel #oc tav: tiriel

[papastarion]

I’m very brave because not only do I support Dadstarion, I’m also a Boy Dad Astarion Truther.

#Dadstarion #Astarion #bg3 #he’s got three of each in my canon (tbf two of the girls are adopted not biological but they also might as well be biological) #and he’s SO good with both but he Boy Dads SO hard #Papastarion #two of the boys are twins who inherited ALL the rogue from him and he cannot cope

[it-them-ace]

Some quick sketches of my Tavstarion fanchild Malroos and Dad Astarion.

They're an itty bitty little half-drow dhampir that embodies all the chaos of both their parents, along with their own brand of chaos as well. Like their ongoing obsession with becoming a bat.

Frankly, this was just an excuse for me to draw self-indulgent Papastarion art because there isn't enough of it

#astarion #astarion ancunin #tavstarion #bg3 astarion #bg3 #papastarion #dadstarion #my art

[astarionfreak]

Do you think Papastarion’s first action in his new role would be to cuddle softly or wait until the midwife’s back is turned to lick the baby?

We're talking evil 'Exile'/'Palisade' style Astarion? If that man wanted to lick his baby, he would and he would not be bothered if anyone saw him. He'd just make them forget he did it -- or kill them.

My real answer though? Cuddling softly. Which, haha, scares me. Now, excuse me while I spiral out into how horrible that would be for everyone involved.

#anon #asked #answered #af.op

[loony-lupus]

Little devil

So, I got inspired by @multi-fandom-imagine and wrote some Papastarion, very self-indulgent and english is not my native language.

@multi-fandom-imagine, thank you again!

There was always a scent of incense in Gale's tower.

The wizard did not deny himself luxury - Astarion got lost in all these bookcases, decorated staircases, magical lights and many other small things with which Gale decorated his impressive halls. But it all wasen't tasteless.

With his elven ear, Astarion heard the wizard’s voice perfectly, although muffled. The old companion is on the second floor and is actively talking about something.

The answers of a thin child's voice sounded less frequently. Voice of Astarion's son.

For a moment, Astarion wondered if he should eavesdrop on them before he made his presence obvious...

But perhaps not. He wants to hear all about the new adventures of his little devil as soon as possible.

"I understand that you tried your best." Gale’s voice sounded louder with every step towards the door. “But do you really expect me to believe that you did it by accident?” the wizard asked playfully and, judging by the sound, with a smile on his lips.

Astarion did not wait and opened teh door loudly.

And he almost slipped on a shallow puddle of water spilled throughout the classroom.

“But master Dekarios, I’m far from a great wizard like you, I made what I made,” the young boy answered in an emphatically polite and modest tone.

The door swung open, and Gale did not have time to answer, turning his attention to the dad who had appeared.

"Gale!" The vampire spread his arms as if for a wide hug, but brought them together before he splashed across the puddle to his former companion. "Long time no see!"

Although there was an old arrogance in his voice, there was no pretense in it.

“Astarion,” the wizard nodded to him, while Eridan (that was the boy’s name), silently watched this meeting with round eyes. "Are you taking him this time?"

“Oh, yes, Faustine... a bit tired today,” the vampire grinned, sitting down imposingly on the nearest chair, not really needing an invitation.

Gale raised an eyebrow, but remained silent.

"So..."  Astarion didn’t even try to put on a serious face and gesticulated sluggishly. "I heard snippets of conversation. What did he do?"

"Oh, nothing serious!" Eridan interjected with a confident smile.

“Just a little mischief,” Gale confirmed and leaned his elbows on the elegant table. “That is the true, isn’t it, Rid?”

Trying to get a confession out of the boy was simply charming, Astarion thought. No one can pull it out except him himself.

“It’s very simple,” the boy began to explain. “I... couldn’t summon water.” And then I did. I did it very well. That's all.” He shrugged his shoulders innocently.

Water dripped from the tall cabinets, from the ceiling, from Astarion’s shoes.

The chair was surprisingly dry.

Gale sighed.

“Watch him more closely, Astarion, otherwise it will come to the point that he will summon his familiar, and it’s not a surety that it will be a tressum, and not, for example, Shovel,” he said.

After that he casted a certain spell, and the water disappeared from the floor, walls, closets and ceiling. Only robes and heads remained wet.

“Well, let me take my leave,” said the wizard, wringing out his clothes. “I’ll go find something for Eridan too.”

Astarion waited until the door closed behind him and leaned over to his son.

“Well...” he began insinuatingly, watching the child with a smirk. “What really happened?..”

The same smirk appeared on the boy's lips.

“He said that my pronunciation of the water spell souns silly... so I pronunced it... smartly.”

Little devil.

#bg3 #astarion #papastarion