#astarion's only here to steal shit

[rhysintherain]

Gossip in the city of Baldur's Gate must be completely unhinged.

How are you going to explain to your neighbors that you watched 2 dinosaurs, a vampire, and a cleric of Selune fight a pack of doppelgangers at the wine festival?

And that's assuming the rude automaton cops, giant brain quakes, and roving packs of garden variety only-come-out-at-night vampires are normal.

#baldur's gate 3 #skye and jaheira are starting shit again (or maybe still?) #and shadowheart basically goes wherever skye goes #astarion's only here to steal shit #which is laughably easy when everyone's attention is on the dinosaurs and doppelgangers

[vampiric-hunger]

𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕖

pair: Ascended!Astarion x female!reader

tags: no y/n is used, rating - E, smut, improper use of charm spell (sorta), vampiric charming, dub-con I guess?, PiV, fingering, blood drinking, creampie, breeding kink, waiter there's a tiny bit of plot in my porn

summary: only a stupid rogue would try to rob a suspected Vampire Lord but here you are, doing exactly that. well, right until you get caught with your greedy fingers picking a lock. surprisingly enough, Lord Astarion is not mad when he finds a thief in his chambers. how (un)fortunate you are that he thinks you're beautiful. and his punishment might yet become a reward instead.

word count: 4,257

a/n: Astarion breeding kink this, breeding kink that, well, here i am trying my own hand at it for the very first time ever. i don't know how good it is but i had fun writing it! this one shot started as something else, but well, here we are, being horny. enjoy! <3

p.s. in regards of "improper use of charm spell" tag - Astarion is using his vampiric charm on reader, she is completely under his control for most of the fic and thus i marked this as dubcon but she only truly consents towards the end of it. so if you're not into this type of thing click out.

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You’re stupid, oh yes you are.

You suspected so even before you broke into the palace.

Like last night, when at the Blushing Mermaid your thieving buddies dared you to break into this grand home and steal an item two of them have been hired to steal. By whom? That never matters in your line of work. But you were drunk and too proud of your own skill in thievery. You boasted that you could do it the next night and so they dared you. You took their dare but when you woke up this morning you realized how badly this could end.

Breaking into the palace of a suspected Vampire Lord is something you never attempted nor have many others. But here you are now, attempting the stupidest heist of your life and only now you’re realizing just how stupid indeed you have been the night before and even more so tonight, for coming here, for breaking in and making it this far. Shit, you don’t even remember what consequences of failing this dare are anymore, you were too arrogant in your drunken haze and you might actually get killed.

So now you’re here, in a small, windowless, positively secret room, adjacent to Lord’s bedroom, your focus on the pedestal in front of you.

“A pretty little thing, aren’t you?” a smooth, almost silky voice comes from behind you and yet it feels like an assault.

You freeze, your fingers extended over a small metal chest that you were picking a lock of just a moment ago. You knew the risks coming here, or at least you hoped you did. And now it looks like you got caught in the act.

As you straighten your back and turn around you are met with crimson eyes, a toothy smirk and relaxed body language of a man who you came here to steal from. Astarion, the newest Lord of Baldur’s Gate, latest patriarch of Szarr palace, a charming man that you heard rumors about of being an actual vampire. Undesirable creatures tend to know of one another’s existence. Him – possibly a dangerous monster and you – a thief and a dagger for hire. For a moment you wonder what will happen if this confrontation comes to fighting. You doubt you could win. Even without confirmation of his possible immortality Lord Astarion has a certain aura about him that you can’t quite put your finger on.

You eye him slowly, carefully, examining smallest details. His demeanor doesn’t seem threatening but you see those fangs in his mouth and you know what they can do, you know the power he must possess. Yes, it’s no rumor after all, he is a vampire. And if the same rumors are correct – a very powerful one. He doesn’t need a dagger in his hand to be extremely dangerous and you’re not enough of a fool to pick a fight with a Vampire Lord unless you have to.

“Can I assume you’re not here to give me a key?” you raise an eyebrow at him. You’re not going to be intimidated by him.

You have one more trick up your sleeve if things go murderously bad, a ring of teleportation that you rarely use because it tends to trigger magical defenses but since Astarion already caught you there’s no reason to avoid using it if you can’t talk your way out of the situation. And you will try to talk your way out of it because you have too much pride to scuttle away like a spooked rat.

Vampire’s eyes slide down your body smoothly like a viper, then back up again. Another glance to the metal box behind you and then back to your eyes. He tilts his face to an angle, giving you a curious look.

“I could. But I do wonder what are you doing here. And more so, I am dying to hear how you got inside without being noticed, how have you made it this far as to end up in my personal chambers.” his tone is still smooth like velvet and it gives you chills.

“Let’s say I’m good at what I do.” you smirk at him, despite your unease and tension in your body you are not going to show even a sliver of it to him.

“Indeed you are.” Astarion now steps closer and you move to the side when he approaches the box, placing his long, nimble fingers on it. You recognize a hand of a man who has picked many such locks himself in the past and you wonder about his history for a moment before he looks at you again, his eyes always on yours, almost never leaving.

“Do you know what’s in there, darling?” vampire asks and you cross your arms on your chest, shifting your weight on the other foot. Your goal is also to appear non-threatening but your muscles are tight as a spring.

“I was hoping it’s the Amulet of Weeping.” you say straightforwardly. You see no reason to lie because unless Astarion keeps something more in the box he knows perfectly well what you were trying to get.

Vampire chuckles lightly and taps his fingertips on the lid of the box.

“Indeed. Do you know what it does, you precious little thief?” the smirk on his lips and his eyes, forever locked on yours, it’s almost all you can see.

Yet his question makes you lose your cool. You look at the metal box and clear your throat, stalling for time but then look back at him.

“Well, actually I don’t. You see-“ a sudden finger on your lips, silencing you. If he’s a vampire, why his touch is so warm? And how in the Nine Hells he’s so fast? You didn’t even see him move, it was like a flash, it happened in a blink of an eye.

Oh yes, he’s even more dangerous than the tales you’ve heard.

“Shh. Don’t speak.” Astarion’s voice is soothing, alluring.

What is this… Why you feel so relaxed, so… warm? Your alertness starts to blunt, your caution begins to turn into curiosity and are you flushing? Your face feels hot and this change you feel somehow does not feel strange or unwelcome. It’s like being embraced, it’s like being caressed, you belong.

And all you can see is the crimson of his eyes.

“There we go. I’m sure you’re feeling better. Don’t resist, my dear, just relax, I’m not going to harm you. Maybe I will even reward you for being so brave.” Astarion croons with a voice like silk.

“Reward?” you ask, feeling like you’re in a dream. A voice in the back of your head tells you you’re being charmed but that voice is quickly snuffed out. It’s gone like a whisp of smoke from a candle that just got blown out. One moment it’s there and then not even a memory of it lingers.

“Yes, a reward, darling. Wouldn’t you like to be rewarded?” vampire’s fingers now grip your chin softly, lifting your face to his, his thumb traces your bottom lip.

“What… kind of reward?” even your own voice sounds distant now but you couldn’t care less. Those eyes… Those red eyes that bore into yours… They are everything.

“Ah, now what kind of reward we will have to see for ourselves.” Astarion smirks but his fangs don’t bother you anymore, if anything they look attractive, lighting a fire in your belly. “Let’s go, I’ll let you pick your reward, you little thief.”

With that he moves his fingers from your chin and wraps his arm around your shoulders, now leading you out of this small room. You follow without question or hesitation, but glance back at the box just once, trying to remember what was so special about it and why did you even come here. No, you don’t remember. And it doesn’t matter, not anymore.

When you look in front of you the door opens and a view of a lavish bedroom greets you. A big, luxurious bed with bedposts and parted drapes, all in black or red or gold. Simple glance around the room reveals several paintings, some bookshelves and cabinets, closets and a table, some comfortable looking armchairs. The carpet even under your boots feels soft, you almost want to lay down on it. But Astarion’s arm around your shoulders makes you walk further, towards the bed, and you barely register the door behind you closing.

Why are you here? Oh yes, the reward. When Astarion stops you just in front of the bed, his arm leaves you and he turns you to him by your shoulders. When your eyes land on his you smile. He’s so beautiful, so handsome, he’s the prettiest being you have ever seen. He sees your smile, your glazed over eyes and smiles in return.

“Not afraid of me, are you?” he asks and you slowly shake your head. “Very good. I must say, you are very very pretty, darling. What’s your name?”

Your name… Your name? What’s your name?

Your face scrunches in confusion, your eyes scan his chest and noses of your boots as if the answer is written somewhere in his noble’s attire or in the leather of your shoes. You look up at him again and Vampire Lord chuckles.

“Well, that matters not. You will remember soon enough.” Astarion uses both hands to tuck strands of your hair behind your ears and you smile at him again. His touch is soft, warm and wanted. “But, to get back to my point, you are beautiful.” he leans closer to your face, his smile and his eyes become your whole world. “And I like to collect beautiful things.”

“Things?” you echo and something once more tugs at your mind but then disappears again. You’re perfectly in his control. Under his gaze you can’t resist him.

Astarion does not bother to reply, his gaze sweeps down your body, analyzing every piece of clothing you’re wearing, then his nimble fingers begin unclasping your leather armor, taking it off piece by piece, dropping one item after another to the side of his feet. At first you don’t realize what’s going on, you just watch his face but when vampire slips the straps of your bra off your shoulders you finally blink in confusion.

When you look down at yourself you see yourself half naked, your nipples perk up at the contrast between the air of the room and the warmth of your clothing that just got removed. You rise your eyes to Astarion and see his smile once more. You don’t recognize the gentle malice in his expression but even if you did you wouldn’t care, not until the fog is lifted from your mind.

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” Vampire Lord whispers and his face is so close you can smell wine on his breath and… something else. Something metallic, coppery, you can’t put your finger on it.

Your face scrunches at the thought, your eyes move to his lips and his smile, you see the fangs.

Ah yes, that’s right, he’s a vampire.

Wait, what are you doing here?

You gasp, your thoughts get interrupted by Astarion pinching both your nipples at the same time. Again you feel the fire in your abdomen, you recognize it as desire and you look into his eyes, the crimson of them drowning you like a lake of blood. And you give in.

“I want something from you.” Vampire Lord’s whisper replaces your thoughts and you just stand there with your face flushed and your body reacting with a shiver because he’s still teasing your nipples. “Something you can give me with ease.” a pause, a moment passes, then you feel his palm press against the small of your back and push you towards him, against his chest. Your hands grasp his waist and your lips part. “Just give in, darling. And I promise you a night you’ll never forget.”

You see his grin and it would look dangerous to you if you weren’t completely in his control. Instead of fear you feel overwhelming lust and you close your eyes, turning your face up and inviting him for a kiss.

And Astarion does kiss you. His lips clash against yours in a hurry and passion. His tongue pushes past your lips, past your teeth, it tastes you and you taste him back. Yes, you recognize what it was that you smelled before – blood. You taste it on his lips, you taste it on his tongue and you don’t care. Your heart beats fast in your chest, your fingers now move to his clothing, trying to find clasps, buttons and laces. You manage to open his doublet, slip it off his shoulders. You don’t hear it falling to the floor, because only thing you’re hearing is your own heartbeat beating fast in your ears.

But then the kiss stops. You don’t know how long it lasted, a minute, an hour, a year? Still, you feel like it wasn’t enough, you don’t want it to stop and you barely open your eyes before you immediately try to kiss him again, eliciting a chuckle out of the Vampire Lord.

“How eager.” he comments but you don’t care. Your arms find his neck and you try to pull his head lower, to your level, your lips seek his with urgency, but with ease Astarion pushes you away. “Patience, my pet. I’ll reward you soon enough.”

You exhale in dizzy frustration but lower your hands, obeying. It’s easy to listen to him, you realize. What a pleasant feeling, you could do this forever.

“Stand still, darling.” Astarion’s voice reaches your ears and you return to the present.

You now watch him undo laces of your pants and slide them down your hips and thighs, together with your underwear, exposing you fully. You don’t know what shame is and you don’t remember how embarrassment feels like. You only know one thing – you want this man, you want him to take you and it’s hard not to start begging.

Astarion guides you while he takes off your pants and shoes, helping you step out of last bits of your clothing and when he raises again he puts one arm around your hips, leading you to the bed. It looks so soft, inviting. You want to spend forever in it with him. So when you feel vampire pat you on the ass, urging you to climb in, you do so without hesitation.

When you turn around and lay on your back, you have a moment to watch Astarion shed his own clothing in full. He takes his time, his eyes roaming up and down your nude body, his eyes would tell you of possessiveness and even a hint of cruelness if you could think straight, but right now you only see that he wants you. After he pulls his pants down and his eager erection is revealed, you swallow hardly. You want it in you, you want to taste it, you want to please him. You want to serve.

“Do you like what you see?” Astarion taunts and you nod without any shame, your lips part and you lick them, your gaze focused on his cock, so ready to make you his, maybe forever.

Vampire Lord kicks off his shoes at last, then removes his pants completely and after he straightens his back, you watch his hand grasp his shaft and give it a few slow strokes. After the third or fourth you notice precum glistening at the top of his cock.

“Ah…” is only thing you manage to say, your desire coiling and moving in you like a hungry snake. Your reaction makes Astarion chuckle and the sound of it forces yours eyes back on his once more.

He gets closer and climbs into bed slowly with a grace of a predator, his body moves on top of yours and you part your legs widely for him, welcoming him. You lean your head back, relaxing in the bed and Astarion once more sweeps your body with his gaze, stopping at your breasts.

“Touch yourself.” he commands and you immediately do so. Your hands raise, cup your breasts, your fingertips graze your nipples and then pinch them, roll them, tug at them gently while you do as instructed. You see how intensively Astarion is watching you, his smirk widens when you let out a soft moan, then another. You were ready for him already, this is just making it worse.

Finally he looks down, between your legs, and with one hand pressed against the bed for support with other he traces the inner side of your thigh up and then higher. When he touches your entrance, feels how wet you are for him, he exhales slowly. His fingers explore every inch of your sex, making you gasp and moan louder, then his thumb brushes against your clit, sending a shiver through your body.

“You’re so ready for me, pet.” Astarion’s voice is husky, it’s obvious he’s getting worked up too as his eyes dart between his own fingers exploring you and you playing with your nipples.

That dreamy feeling you’ve been feeling up until now lessens, maybe it’s because Astarion is less concentrated, maybe your own desire is making your mind begin to break free but you now realize that you’ve got seduced into this man’s bed. Yet you’re too aroused, too impassioned to stop here. And your body still screams to be taken, to be conquered and to be claimed.

And he’s just so beautiful. No, you’re not free from his charm and allure, not even close, and your mind focuses on his silver locks falling gracefully around his face, you see his eyes, now filled with lust and desire, examining every inch of your body. You feel his fingers making you moan with a practiced touch and you want more. So much more.

“Take me.” you hear yourself say with a gasp and your hips buck against his fingers as if your own body is out of your control, not only your thoughts.

Astarion now looks into your eyes and smiles.

“I’m going to do so much more, my dearest pet. I’m going to claim you, I’m going to fill your tight holes and then I’ll have you beg for more.” his words send a shiver down your body that pools between your thighs, his fingers tease your cunt and he immediately notices that you got even wetter, it makes him smirk. “I’ll make you mine, I’ll claim you, and I will keep filling you with my seed every night. And who knows, maybe you’ll give me an heir eventually.”

Silence falls while your face gets redder with his every word.

An heir? He wants you to do what? Yet his eyes are still your entire world and your body moves, your hips moving again, your cunt pressing against his fingers in need.

Yes, you will give him an heir. As long as you can be his.

Your hands leave your breasts and you put your palms on the back of his head, your fingers threading in his hair.

“Yes, I will.” you whisper and that reply rewards you with a passionate kiss.

Astarion’s fingers now leave your drenched seam and roughly pull your knee up, making you hook your leg around his waist. His chest presses against yours and you sigh against his lips.

And then he enters you. One swift thrust and he’s fully inside, stretching you almost to a point of uncomfortable fullness and you moan at that, your mouth remains open with the gasp but his lips are also parted, he’s enjoying the feeling of you around his cock. Your heavy-lidded eyes meet his and your fingers clench in his hair.

“Take me. Make me yours.” you whisper and a guttural growl escapes Astarion’s throat at your words. He doesn’t wait, he begins thrusting.

You close your eyes and moan, feeling his cock pierce you again and again. You’re so aroused his shaft is moving with satisfying ease, his hips snapping against you with increasing pace.

“Fuck, you’re going to look so beautiful with my cum dripping out of you.” Astarion grunts and lowers his head to your neck, kissing it first, then nibbling the skin with his teeth. His hand grips your thigh strongly, keeping it up.

Only response you can give him is your moans, loud and unashamed. You hold onto his neck and hair while he rocks himself against you, filling you deeply with his cock, his thrusts unrelenting. It feels like he’s been going at it for hours and every second is better than the last.

Your mind swims from sensations. His sweaty skin against yours, his shaft buried deep inside your cunt, his teeth on your neck, his fangs-

“Ouch!” you exclaim when he bites down, sinking his canines into your flesh, but when you react you hear a rumble of a laugh coming from him. Astarion lifts his head at you, his lips are painted in redness of your blood.

“Get used to it, my pet. You’re mine now.”

Vampire Lord bites you again and this time you just sigh. Somehow his first bite was painful, second one sends a shiver down your spine. Your fingers leave his hair, you place your palms on his back, feeling something there like scars, but you don’t know, you’re far away, consumed by your passion. It’s just his lithe body claiming yours, making you writhe and arch your back, making you moan.

Then Astarion slows, he moves his hips now lower, his pelvis brushes against yours, then an angle changes and he begins rubbing himself against your swollen clit, sending jolts down your spine. You open your eyes, more in surprise than anything and see Astarion’s smug smile.

“Enjoying yourself, darling?” he lifts his head with a smug smile, confident because he knows he’s good at this and he’s correct. You whimper and nod eagerly, your face still flushed. “Good.”

Astarion’s thrusts ease into a steady pace. How his skin is rubbing against you is beginning to drive you crazy. You look at him, not able to control your moans that are growing louder by the second. What is he doing to you? You never felt pleasure like this before. You can’t stop, you don’t want to stop.

“Come for me.” you hear a whisper in your ear and then he looks at your face again, enjoying the view.

Everything up until this point felt like a dream, but not this.

You feel your orgasm with every inch of your body. You cry out and dig your nails into Astarion’s back, your body tenses and your cunt clenches around him, your sweaty form spasms and you feel yourself clinging to him.

“Good girl, very good girl.”

You are barely able to comprehend Astarion’s words, because the world melts around you, this moment is intense, most intense thing you experienced in your life. But Vampire Lord doesn’t stop thrusting. When your bliss begins to fade, when you come down from your high, you look at him again and Astarion leans away from you. He straightens his back as much as he can, his palms pressed on the bed by your sides and his now messy hair drapes over his eyes but you see him watching his cock plunge into you with increasing fervor.

“Watch me fill you, my pet.” vampire’s grunt is laced with strain as he keeps fucking you while you’re trying to recover from your orgasm. You’re out of breath but this is not over, not until he says it is.

And you listen, you look down, seeing your bodies connect with every pump of his hips and you grasp at the sheets. Something about this, the anticipation, the knowledge of what he’s about to do and the desire to be used by him, it’s making the edges of your world blurry.

Astarion is grunting now, his lips parted and he’s breathing heavily. Even his face is flushed, but then he moans loudly just before he clenches his teeth. His thrusts become erratic, his eyes locked on the motion of him thrusting into you, his groans are barely passing his teeth. You know he’s spending himself entirely inside of you and it’s a delicious thought. And then after few more pumps he stops, panting when his face relaxes. You keep your eyes where your bodies are still connected, your thighs are quivering, and Astarion glances up at you with a smirk.

He says nothing as he moves one hand and grips the base of his cock, slowly pulling out of you now. You mewl gently at that, the feeling of him leaving your body is an unwelcome one. But Astarion is not done yet. He kneels between your thighs and pats your inner thigh with his cock that is now losing its hardness. With a satisfied grin he lets go of it and presses a thumb to your fold, teasing it, watching his cum seep out of you. You blush heavily at that even though you can’t see what he’s seeing.

“Beautiful.” Vampire Lord comments more to himself than to you and remains still for a long moment, just appreciating the view. Then his eyes raise to your face. “Rest for a bit. When I said I’m going to fill your holes, I meant all of them.”

You nod eagerly despite your face burning.

You cannot wait.

#ascended astarion #baldur's gate 3 #reader insert #astarion x reader #bg3 #astarion smut #female reader #x reader #astarion

[cambion-companion]

could I request for you to write an scenario in which Raphael does not die to Tav nor their party, but in an other similarly humiliating circumstances, and Tav when learning about this desperately goes to save Raphael from his father by bargaining with Mephistopheles? (hilariously in a very sad way, I assume this, is the only moment that Mephistopheles would ever "value" Raphael's life, but then again that is devils for you) and Raphael's confusion at the whole thing, someone taking a terrible bargain to save him, just… because they… like him…??? (bonus points, if Tav still has a crown to willingly give Raphael XD)

It's beat up Raphael hours huh? (also Korilla will be fine)

Hi there love. This turned from a drabble into a oneshot haha

Have fun running to Cania to pick up your wayfaring devil!

Raphael x reader (gn)

Korilla had come to you.

Broker and bruised, battered and bloody. Her long curly hair matted with mud and dried viscous.

“Help him.”  Her first words, rasped from a throat raw from screams.

“Korilla!”  You caught her weight as her knees buckled, lowering her gently to the ground.  The Dwarven woman wasn’t your friend by any means, but she had been your ally.  “Who needs my help?”  You couldn’t fathom who she might be referring to.

Surely it wasn’t Raphael. It couldn’t possibly be the enigmatic, self-assured cambion.

Korilla’s answering rasp dispelled any doubt. “My master.”

A fog of shock settled over your mind, your hands loosening around Korilla’s shaking form.  She whispered the truth into your ear, her bruised lips trailing her blood onto your clammy skin. With fading voice Korilla told of the attack, Raphael’s demise and his imminent doom.

“Portal. Diabolist.  Cania.”  Korilla’s breaths grew short as she fought valiantly once more against the oncoming black.

“Hold on, Korilla.  You’re going to be okay.”

“Save him.” She said again, her eyes slowly glossing over as the life left her broken body.

You cursed.  The warlock’s last actions had been to find you in a desperate hope you’d help Raphael before he was consumed by his father.  His father who just so happened to be an archdevil. Mephistopheles.

“Little shit could’ve mentioned that.”  You grimaced, lowering Korilla’s body to rest upon the cold earth.

You stood, pinching the bridge of your nose as your thoughts whirled and clashed. Not only had the attackers killed Raphael, but they had also looted his house, stealing the Orphic hammer and the only hope you’d had of defeating the Elder Brain.

“Damn it.”  You returned to your companions with the news. “Looks like we’re taking a rescue party to hell.”

“Who’s the damsel in distress?”  Astarion asked, tilting his head as his red eyes flickered over your blood-flecked form.

“Raphael.”

The plan was to use as much stealth as possible. The vaults of Mephisto had been broken into not long ago, according to Raphael, so it was possible.  A direct confrontation with the archdevil himself was out of the question.  

The diabolist in Baldur’s Gate took some convincing, but in the end you were able to push enough gold across the counter to seal the deal.  

“Very well.  Though I warn you, you’ll not return alive or with your souls intact.”

“Yes, yes.”  You waved the woman off, her visage reminding you of Korilla. “Believe me, I’ve heard it all before.”  Your eyes scanned the musky shop. Do you have anything that will locate a specific fiend?”

With a Locate Creature spell scroll ready in your bag you watched as the diabolist created for you a portal. Ice crystals immediately crusted on the edge of the black abyss, the wind coming from the portal nearly freezing your shoes to the floor.

“Quickly, and remember the disguises!”  She ushered you and your party through, the frigid darkness enveloping you with a grim finality.

Through cold halls you’d snuck, invisible fingers cold as death scraping along your back and through your hair as you passed beneath torches of blue flame.

Time lost all meaning here.  Your eyes began to play tricks on you. The only thing keeping your mind focused was the spell lighting the edge of your vision with a warm glow, growing brighter as you hurried to where Raphael was being held.

An age, or an hour had passed.

The wrought iron door, so cold to the touch it burned, swung noiselessly inward, admitting you to an octagonal shaped room. On the far wall you saw him, his form dark, chained by one wrist to the wall.

“Raphael.”  You hissed, unexplainable relief flooding your frozen veins when his head moved in response.  

Your companions waited by the open doorway, keeping watch from the shadows.  You snuck as quickly as you could to where Raphael was restrained. His glowing eyes looking down upon you with consternation before recognition slowly dawned across his sharp features.

You held up a hand, silencing him as he opened his mouth. Movement could be heard from outside the prison room. You were running out of time.

“Can you get us out of here if I free you?”  You hissed, still keenly aware of the nature of the devil.

Raphael nodded, his tail moving to and fro in agitation.  Something about his vitality seemed to be missing, you had never imagined seeing him in such a state.  It was unsettling.

The matter of removing the singular shackle proved to be more challenging than you’d thought.  Astarion’s lockpicking skills proved futile.

“It’s a magical seal.”  Raphael breathed, his voice low yet sharp with anger born of desperation. “Now’s not the time to play the fool.”

You gave him a severe look which he matched right back at you, his eyes sparking flame.

You raised a hand to the ice-covered metal, about to dispel the magic surrounding the lock. “You owe me a favor.  A big one.  I don’t know yet what I will ask of you, but you will deliver. Understood?”

Raphael’s gaze scorched you for a moment, it was clear he was furious with his current predicament. But he had no choice, and both of you knew it.

He nodded curtly.

You cast your spell.

Raphael’s wrist broke free with the sharp sound of metal splintering. His hand closed tight around your arm, the dungeons of Mephisto melted away as you and your companions were yanked unceremoniously back to the material plane.

At least, your companions were.  Deposited non-gently upon the hard ground of your camp.

Raphael kept hold of you.  Taking you back to the foyer of his house. The house which still lay in semi ruin from its previous sacking.

He was angry.  Each step he took crackled fire and promise of swift vengeance.

“Raphael…”  You said hesitantly, following him down into the dining hall.  “Raphael, Korilla-”

“Is dead.”  Under the glow of firelight, you could properly see the state he was in. You winced when he turned to face you. “I know. Though not as dead as those who dared pillage my home, the fools.”

“Do you know who?”  You remained wary as you watched him conjure an armchair and sink down into it.

Raphael ignored your question, he issued orders in the abrasive Infernal tongue, seemingly into thin air.  His fingers clicked and a spark of flame licked around them.  Unseen servants began bustling around, clearing the debris and wreckage.  Setting the House of Hope back in order.

Raphael leveled his gaze upon you.  His expression was not unkind, it was calculating.  He had underestimated you and overestimated himself.  Not a mistake he’d make again.

“Why?”  No flowery words, no ado.

“I still need the hammer.”  You had the response prepared, having known the question was coming.

“You could have hunted down the thieves without my help.”  Raphael narrowed his hellfire eyes. “Why come to my aid?”

“Korilla asked me to.  It was her dying wish.”  You fidgeted under his piercing presence. “Besides, you’re a useful ally.  I still need your help to save the world.”

Raphael arched a brow, unconvinced. “Half-truths are still considered lies, dear.  But there are matters I must attend to.”  He stood, restless.  

“Will your father come for you again once he realizes you’re gone.”  The question came before you could stop yourself.

“Concerned for me?”  Raphael appraised you, a knowing tilt to his head. “No.  He will not.”

You didn’t argue, Raphael was clearly on edge, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

You rubbed circles against your aching temple. “Well, seems we have some thieves to track down.  A hammer to retrieve.”

Raphael looked as though he was biting back a sharp retort.  He chewed on his words, looking you over. “Yes.”  He growled, infernal fire flickering off his form. “You may watch as I peel their souls from the writhing mortal flesh.”

In an unexpected move, Raphael strode to you and took your hand, placing a kiss to your knuckles. His breath hot on your still chilled skin. “You may even assist me, if you so desire.”  He straightened.

That was as close to a “thank you” as you were going to get.

You set your jaw grimly. “When do we start?”

#raphael bg3 #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael x tav #raphael x reader #fanfic #oneshot #bg3 one shot #house of hope #au

[justporo]

HELLOO!!! I have been obsessing over Astarion soooooo much, so I dashed over here the moment I saw you XD

Could I maybe request something with softer morning sex for Astarion? I’d imagine that sex in a romantic/soft light would be basically unknown to Astarion, so I’d loveee to see how he’d end up acting in something meant to feel intimate and connecting above all else.

No need to preform, no need to plan, just something gentle.

First of all, thank you for the request - I was working something out for this for quite some time now.

So this is a little different, because it‘s from Astarion‘s POV which I was a bit afraid to write because I really have to nail his character. So I hope I did him and your request justice!

Pairing: Astarion / Fem!Tav (shamelessly based on my Tav)

Warning: Explicit Sexual Content

(Also try and imagine this in Astarion's voice? Because I think that helps 👀)

Spaces In Between

I open my eyes. Immediately, I can feel the sunlight caressingly warm my back with its gentle touch. I close my eyes again for just a moment, savouring the feeling of the light upon my body - a sensation that always makes me yearn for more and I hope that I will still have some more time to enjoy it. To have a few more of these tranquil moments since I broke my chains of enslavement and before I will become a creature of the night once more when we‘ll figure this whole mess out, finally.

But when I open my eyes again I turn around to the one thing that has already become more important to me than the feeling of sunlight on my pale skin: her.

I turn and lay on my side, thin blanket draped around my waist and other than that bare. And so is she - my beautiful Tav. She‘s sitting on the edge of the bed in which we very much enjoyed each other‘s company last night, some of it even only talking and holding each other. Because who would‘ve thought that after all the miseries in the world I’ve had to endure the most unlikely thing would happen: meeting someone who actually gave a rat‘s arse about me, more even, someone who cares for me, someone who sees more in me, someone who wants to be with me… for me. And of course me falling for that someone. We truly live in the most unlikely version of how things could have turned out - not that I‘m complaining.

I see how she stretches and softly yawns. Her arms and upper body forming a long elegant curved line outlined by fingers of light falling through the windows. Her reddish hair drops from her hands down her freckled back. I‘m torn between admiring the delectable view and grabbing her and devouring her delicious self right on the spot.

I settle for something in between.

„Not staying for a cuddle?“, I ask her with a pout and use the words she‘d used on me back then - the first night I had her. Back then when I didn‘t know yet why it had felt different to hold her. Somewhere in between then and now things had changed.

It feels forever ago and she‘s probably already forgotten about it. But when she turns her head around and smirks, I know that she hasn‘t - if it could, my dead little heart would stutter.

„I didn‘t want to rip you from your dreams just yet“, she says, her arms slowly coming down, her upper body turning to me - revealing just how pleasantly naked she is, right in front of me. Gods, she‘s a vision.

„Oh, don‘t worry, my love, I feel like I am still dreaming“, I respond with a grin and stretch out an arm - an invitation for her to join me in an embrace.

She giggles at my answer which makes her nose scrunch - yet again, my withered heart might give out.

She climbs back into bed towards me. „Also, since when do you need to steal my lines?“, she says as she shuffles towards me, her eyebrows are raised. She‘s become so much more sassy since she‘s been with me - I‘m such a good influence.

I place one hand on my bare chest and make a shocked face: „My love, when did I ever have to resort to stealing anything?“ „Yeah yeah yeah, you‘re full of shit, Astarion“, she responds without even looking at me while she lifts up the blanket covering me to scurry under it - did I mention I love her?

She tangles her legs with mine and moves to embrace me fully but I softly press her shoulder down so she lays back while I‘m on my side, leaning on one arm, so I can fully take her in.

We talk and joke and laugh. My eyes and hands keep wandering over her face and body. Her beautiful face with these open silver eyes, the scar over her nose and those tattoos bending away from her lids that make her look so fierce - even though she admitted to me she had them done in a fit of youthful rage. Her body is so soft and warm beneath my hands. She‘s become my sun.

Her warm hand is on my chest while mine explores her. Charting the curves of her collar bone, her breasts, her stomach. She‘s full of elegant curves, never-ending liquid motion.

I‘m kissing her now, softly, but it‘s still all teeth and tongues - because in between conversation and trying to imprint her body on my mind, I found, I had to show her how much I love her.

The kiss quickly loses any innocence it had, her hands start to roam my body as well why mine rubs decreasing circles on her breast until it has reached its peak. She moans softly into my mouth which I can only answer with a groan. Knowing how she feels for me, how much she wants me - me, and not just a body - almost breaks me.

My desire for her is rapidly growing, like a wildfire - all consuming.

And I want her - like I possibly never wanted anything in my life; or un-life for that matter.

„Do you-“, I start to ask but her hand immediately grabs my shoulder to pull me down more to her and she nods eagerly while pressing her lips to mine again. I happily give in to my cravings and climb onto her, supporting myself with one arm and with the other grabbing one of her roaming hands to tangle my fingers with hers and push our joint hands down next to her head.

I am in between her legs that wrap around me. Her foot slowly wanders down my calf and almost turns me insane while I smoothly enter her, making her gasp.

She breaks the kiss and her eyes widen when she feels me inside of her - the silver in her irises look molten, swirling with lust and need.

I feel her heat and her wetness and relish the thought that it‘s me that has her writhing and moaning and wanting more.

Her free hand is on my back, softly wandering over it and the lines of a life I‘m trying to forget. Trying to be just here with her.

I move my hips and start kissing her neck and her hand grabs my neck softly, starts caressing the back of my head and tangle in my curls. The soft touch almost makes my eyes roll back in my head while I trail kisses from her one ear to the other.

Then her hand curls at the back of my neck, just the right amount of painful to heighten my pleasure. She arches her neck for me in an invitation - an invitation I might not be able to resist.

I can feel her pulse quicken under my lips while I keep moving - our bodies connecting time and time again taking us both further and further up.

Her intoxicating smell surrounds me, her scent heightened by her rapid heartbeat and lust. It‘s beckoning to me like a siren song, bewitching me, urging me to give in.

But this other need is way more urgent to me. So I kiss her again, teeth only grazing her skin but not drawing any blood, my pace quickens and becomes more desperate.

I lower my body weight almost fully onto her, desperate to feel her soft curves against my body. Being fully skin to skin with her - nothing in between. And she arches her back, her body pressing into mine in an even more intense way.

I look at her face again and see soft pleading in her eyes - wanting me to gently push her over the edge and then jump head-first to join her.

And I am more than willing to be her servant in the cause. I push up again, the sudden loss of body contact making her whimper softly, and I move to let the hand that was holding hers sneak in between us to help her give her what she desires.

But to my surprise she grabs my hand and looks deeply into my eyes while she‘s positively shivering and shuddering with unfulfilled pleasures. „This is about you“, she whispers. Her face and hand nudging me to let go and fall back onto her.

And I hesitate - just a moment - not used to being the one whose needs have priority. But she keeps pushing me, her hand at the back of my head again, pulling me down to her again.

And so I give in fully - giving myself to what I desire most in this moment and to her. Bodies, minds and hearts fully tangled in each other. Quickening the pace yet more, feeling her heat, hearing her and mine ragged breaths.

And then I fall, once more, for her but also for my pleasure, throwing my head back, eyes rolling into the back of my skull, moaning her name while the height of lust pulsates through me.

When I come back down I know she‘s patiently waiting, not expecting anything in return. But I still want to give it to her. She deserves it, every minute piece of affection. She who helped me break my chains, she who offered me her heart and soul with no other motive behind it than wanting to be mine.

I slide from inside her and quickly move down, making her gasp once more in surprise. I press my mouth to her core and start to suck and work my tongue around her most sensitive part - tasting her and myself through it.

It doesn‘t take long. She‘s eager to join me in my fall. And I feel it when it hits her, waves crushing through her, making her moan and press her thighs together around my head while I won‘t let the tip of my tongue stop moving - directing her through her downfall.

And this is where I want to stay - in between her legs, her body wrapped around me, in between the last day and the next, in between the last challenge and the next mortal peril; knowing there‘s no in between between her heart and mine.

#astarion #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #fanfiction #astarion x tav #baldur's gate iii #bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate #astarion x mc #astarion x oc #astarions pov #smut

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Spawn Astarion + His Siblings Headcanons

Time for Spawn Astartion, his headcanons are probably going to be the lightest this far, mind you I am writing this before I actual write the headcanons so this is subject to change. Unless of course it doesn't!

When I do Ascended Astarion, there is going to be a lot of warnings but that is Ascended Astarion. We are letting this vampire man be happy five minutes before we go into what happens if his life gets ruined.

There is a mention of the slimmest piece of shit. The rattest of rat bastard: Cazador. Only mentioned.

Discussing Astarion's relationship with sex. Not sex itself, there is nothing safe for work, just how Astarion is most definitely demi-sexual.

This is going to be tooth rotting:

Astarion is trying so fucking hard to be a good boyfriend. Do you have idea how much he is trying? He has no idea what he is doing, he meant that so he tries to figure it out by doing everything he can for you.

This man will wait on you hand and foot and I am serious.

He loves to do it too. You are the first thing to make this man feel safe, loved and wanted in 200 years. You have aided him in getting free from the tadpole in his head, the Absolute nonsense, his past, his tormentor, that ritual and, perhaps most importantly:

Himself

"So by all means dear, sit down, relax," he guides you to sit down on the couch. "This is the least you deserve. Besides I do think you have a few friend who would be happy to be lathered in your lovely attention well I make dinner," of course he is referring to Scratch and Owlbear cub. He will give you a kiss on the cheek as he goes to make you dinner.

Of course afterward he is done with dinner, he joins the cuddle pile. giving you kisses and praises... If you are gracious enough to allow him a nibble he certainly will not deny though.

This to be said even after all this time he is not used to receiving affection and positive attention back. Not anything genuine at least and so it can take him... time to get used to receiving your touch.

Oh the man loves it. Do not get it right you make him feel... wanted. He is just not used to that feeling. So sometimes he may flinch away from you when you try to be soft with him. He doesn't want you to feel offended and does assure you "It is in no way you, my beloved, it is all me."

Give him time and he always does come seek out your touch eventually. He does thrive on the warm you make him feel with your softer moments.

Astarion notices he is slowly becoming... good. He hates it. He does like it, but he really hates it

One day he was walking home after getting groceries from the night market and saw someone dropped their wallet, and with out thinking, he returned the wallet. He got thanked and walked away with out even realizing what he did and then he just.

Stops.

He debates on going back and stealing the wallet back. He can, he knows he can... but he just.... doesn't. He just goes home and isn't sure what he just did and man may have a crisis.

"Don't worry about me, dearest!" if you try check on him. "I just did a good thing with out reason and I am not taking it well- give me a minute. I do want to discuss this!"

He becomes very clear with his emotions and tries not to hide them with you at all. He will tell you what he is thinking, when he is thinking and makes sure you expect complete honesty from him. You have shown him all and more trust in the world.

He did try to kill you at minimum twice and he was fully intent on using you. He still feels... guilty about those things as much as he tries to deny it. And he does talk with you about it when it comes up. Because he trusts you.

He honestly trusts you. It means the world to him that despite how little he deserves it, you showed him trust. And he is so happy you are here with him.

Astarion tends to go hunting a lot in peaceful times. He is still a vampire and even with out the blood lust of hunger he sometimes just... needs to kill something. A predator instinct that is going to be with him as long as he is a vampire.

Not that he minds. Going hunting for animals, sometimes monsters, and any nasties who are stupid enough to try and attack him make him feel excited.

He keeps his promise not to attack innocent of course and has saved a few lives by his hunting. Whether it be a child who got lost in the woods at night, or perhaps a foolhardy adventurer. A lot of these you wouldn't have known about if it weren't for the fact the people he has saved have stopped by during the day, bringing by gold or gifts as a reward.

Astarion never expects it but it makes him... happy. It makes him really happy.

Take him shopping when you get to Baldur's Gate. Like, do it, please. Take him to the Facemake Boutique and let him pick out his own, nice clothes and maybe some dye.

Oh the man is more than ecstatic. His appearances matters to him, it makes to him a lot. If you have no, read the description on his clothes: it made me cry.

He does cry about it afterwards . He will just be sitting on his bed at the Elf Song, staring at his old clothing , clothes he struggled to keep nice and now he has nice clothes from someone he cares about that he got to pick out.

It gets and makes you so many gifts. He will go to Halsin, whether you are in a relationship with him or not, and ask him to help him learn how to skin animals and begin using the pelts and leathers of animals he kills. (if you are also dating Halsin, it is a wonderful bonding activity for the two of them).

Man does sew and has been stitching up your clothes during the adventure. Even before he realized he was in love. He noticed a rip on your camp outfit and "Give that here, I will fix it for you."

He fixes your clothes with embroidery. He adds something that reminds you of him to your outfit and just hands it over to you, muttering how you need to be more careful with your clothing. And now he will ask if he can add a bit more flare to your outfits.

Man has a lot of fears that he doesn't realize are fears until they come up again. They were things that he accepted as life and now he doesn't have too, he is terrified of them. Please protect him.

So this is you decided to not kill the vampires. I personally could not kill the vampires:

Knocking on the door is never an expected sound. Most people tended to leave you, Astarion(and Halsin) alone. Especially when it is the middle of the night. But when Astarion answered the door well.

"May... may we come in?"

"What in the bloody hells are you doing here?"

He never expected to see his brother or sisters again after you had convinced him to spare them. And if he did see them again he didn't expect them to show up at his house! He.... debates before he lets them in.

He is on edge about it as he officially introduces you to his family. You all really did not have any time for names or such when Cazador was still alive but now you are. He allows them to stay for dinner.

His siblings wanted to come thank you, officially and more completely than last time. And also get to know whoever the hell managed to give Astarion hope again.

It is extremely awkward at first, there isn't even enough room for them at the dinning table but.... you guys just start chatting about how life has been since things ended.

You hear about the vampires, how they are doing, and you get to meet his siblings. They are all damaged people but they are... nice people. Astarion is... kind of glad that they came.

Perhaps... they can have a relationships. Not forced siblings but... friends.

Willing friends.

#astarion x mc #astarion romance #bg3 astarion #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion x reader #this is tooth rotting fluff #Astarion being soft #He is doing his best

[whoppert]

I have a WIP fic for this but just in case it rots in my computer (pls don't steal it)

Unasended Astarion, who frees the vampire spawn and follows them to the Underdark at the end of the game

at first he's paralyzed by depression that he's stuck here in the dark. it's not fair (it really isnt) but over time he realises that the spawn have made a little community and they consider him a... folk hero????

He's shocked and they're like obviously u r a hero, u freed 7000 slaves and killed their master like how much more hero do you get? They give him big fancy titles and he LOVES that - Astarion Breaker of Chains, Freedom Giver, Protector of the Helpless, Light in the Darkness.

He doesn't really believe them (he certainly doesn't tell them how close he got to killing them all) but he'll let them sing his praises.

This sends him into a further depression spiral because this was his fault, he brought these people to Cazador, he's the reason they were enslaved in the first place. He really has to learn to regulate his emotions and process things in a healthy way and for the first time he has more than just his friends but a whole town's worth of people to help him. They're particularly sympathetic to his brand of trauma and help him feel less alone.

Only eventually he starts believing them. Why can't he be a hero?

Overtime he starts to really care about this little community :) he's the defacto leader (even tho he hates that) and so any issues are his to deal with. I like to think they build a town in the Underdark and Astarion's familiarity to the Myconids means they help (they could not give two shits about spawn in the Underdark because they don't eat mushrooms). He and his siblings council the feral spawn until they learn to control themselves, teaching them that it's their decision if they want to feed on animals or people but there are strict rules about what people they can feed on (mostly bad people but there is no short supply of horny drow that are willing to be fed on). When threats come to the village, Astarion is leading the charge against their enemies (not everyone is pleased to have the spawn in the Underdark even if they are being pretty responsible about it). He's learning about Gur culture from the child spawns and learns the error of his racist ways.

Eventually, he becomes the Folk Hero.

He negotiates freedom for Underdark Gnomes ('Do you want 7000 Vampire Spawns let loose in Menzoberranzan? Cause I'll release them. Free your slaves or I'll have my children bring me the heads of all the Great Drow Houses.')

He works with Gale to enchant their little town to have a day/night cycle (it's not sunlight, just light because he misses it) and the City of Spawn is the only place in the entirety of the Underdark you can feel the warmth of the 'sun' on your skin

His friends come to visit and he is so changed for the better. He's happy, he's joyful. He no longer worries about spending eternity alone. He reclaimed his soul, something he thought lost to Cazador entirely

In 1000 years the Underdark is a fundamentally better place - all because he's there

#astarion #bg3 spoilers #bg3 #bg3 fic #bg3 gale #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate astarion #baldur

[dark-and-kawaii]

love knowing that you’re into bg3 like so many of us Kiwi! Did you love all the romance options or do you wish we could’ve had others because have you seen Dammon and Raphael! Glad to have you back with us btw!

AWHHHHH STOP!!!! You’re going to make me cry! It’s so good to be back on here, honestly!!! Now to answer your lovely question!!!

I was honestly happy at first but the more I played the game the more I saw the potential in adding other characters as romance options…

𝓩𝓮𝓿𝓵𝓸𝓻:

Like, I fell in love with Zevlor the moment I met him and I honestly would’ve picked him over Astarion for my first playthrough if he was an option -yeah yeah I know unpopular opinion.

But as I continued I was so confused as to why he wasn’t available for us because if you don’t go Minthara’s route then he would’ve been the perfect substitute because HELLOOOOO PALADIN!!!!

Not to mention during act two that would’ve been a perfect redemption ark for him, like there was SO MUCH POTENTIAL!!! Like he literally needed a hug after all the shit he’s been through and we weren’t able to grant him that…

He’s been with us since Act one… Up until the end he was with me. So I ask Larian, why wasn’t I allowed to travel and bed with this man!?

Grinds my gears man!!! I’m trying not to spoil too much in case someone hasn’t played yet.

𝓓𝓪𝓶𝓶𝓸𝓷:

Okay okay okay, as for Dammon…. Yeah no, I fucked up bad with him my first play through… uhhhhh he kinda died when the tieflings and I attacked the Druids 🥲 Oops. But during my second run I realized my mistake and he’s very much alive right now 😂!!!

With Dammon I don’t necessarily want him for myself, but rather for Karlach. I ship those two so damn hard it’s unreal!!! He loves her so much, you can just tell 🥹

And when he tells her she’s very touchable, I always kick my feet and giggle!!! Adorable to the max!

𝓡𝓪𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵:

-Gods, just look at him… I love him so much UGHHH!!!-

Now as for our beautiful, smug, elegant cambion, Raphael… OOOOOF don’t get me started because the mouse would’ve pounced on the cat. I LOVE, and I do mean LOVE Raphael. Everything about him I just adore, and again SO MUCH POTENTIAL.

If you go his route there’s no reason why you shouldn’t be able to romance him. Like if you let Haarlep use you and you leave house of hope it indicates that Raphael is doing the nasty with Haarlep in your form once you leave. There’s clearly something there!!! So why can’t we!? I feel they left it during his ending that there might be a dlc for him, I hope, maybe… Also can we all agree that Raphael would’ve been another great villain ending with Tav???

The relationship between Tav and Raphael in game is already so interesting, and if you break into the house of hope to steal from him he looks extremely hurt that you betrayed him. Not to mention he’s like the only one who’s actually upfront with you, I don’t feel like he really hid anything unless you’re dense -no offense-.

Another thing, just because Haarlep says Raphael is bad in bed doesn’t mean he actually is. I feel a lot of individuals forget what Haarlep is 😂 sex is basically their thing.

Not to mention his little helper is basically always saying “he can’t stop talking about you.”

Plus, hold on, we can romance Mizora but not him… Nah!!!

𝓖𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓱:

A lot of people have said Gortash, which at first I didn’t really understand but that’s because I was a huge simp for Karlach and if you’ve played you know…

However the more I play and the more I read into I do understand. He could’ve used a nice redemption after everything he’s been through. He was a pawn, someone to be used, and honestly that was his whole life. So it would’ve been nice if Tav was an option for him.

I feel they could’ve had two endings for him and Tav, a good and a bad. Good being his redemption where Tav opens his eyes like what Tav did for Astarion and then the Bad obviously they rule together.

I feel Larian made a lot of great choices but I also feel they missed a lot of potential, which hopefully they continue to listen to their audience and add more routes in the future. So far they have been so one can hope. I also feel like all of these characters were left to where they could be potentially added later down the road. Fingers crossed!!!

- 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝔀𝓲

#bg3 #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 tav #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #bg3 zevlor #Zevlor #raphael #raphael baldur's gate 3 #bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #zevlor x tav #dammon bg3 #tiefling #enver gortash #baldurs gate gortash #gortash x tav #gortash #larian studios #lord gortash #Raphael bg3 x tav #raphael the cambion #tav x zevlor #baldurs gate karlach #karlach x dammon

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Hello there, I saw your requests were open c:

I Hope I'm doing It right, I never really request something (more of a silent Reader haha) but I would Love to See more of Astarion x Male(or GN)!RogueTav HC's. Some cute mischiefs or angsty situations, whatever comes to your mind :) Tysm for the opportunity !

VERY cute! I will keep them gender neutral for you 😊

Seeing as you’re both rogues, the two of you speak thieves’ cant. Catch the two of you in the corner of camp bitching about everyone and they can’t understand you lmfao.

In a city like Baldur’s gate, why buy when you can steal? When you’re in an upper city store one of you will distract the shopkeeper and the other will pilfer whatever you fancy. Or just steal for the sake of stealing and fence it later!

He can’t eat, but does encourage you to dine and dash when you’re out together. Cut to the two of you giggling as you run away from waiters trying to call you back…

Then you cast disguise self and go and do the exact same thing the next day.

The. Scams. You. Pull. Are. Numerous. Rich people make such easy targets and it’s so easy to scheme money out of them. Loaded dice, counting cards: you name it, you & Astarion are running it in a high class gambling den.

If the two of you are feeling generous you will use your ill-gotten gains to get the party a treat, like a nice meal or some enchanted weapons. “Where in all the realms did you get the funds for this?” “Don’t even worry about it Wyll”

The two of you set up a rapport which grows into fondness which grows into… more. One day the two of you getting chased down by Flaming Fists, he pulls you into an alleyway, suddenly you’re very close and he can feel how fast you’re breathing, and his eyes drop to where you lick your lips, and you nod and whisper “yes,” and then he leans in —

“Oi! There you two are! Get back here!”

…And you’re running again.

You only get caught once. The two of you are manacled up in a cell, Astarion murmuring in annoyance because he never gets caught and he feels awful that you’re stuck here now too… how he’d never want you to get hurt or in trouble, at least not because he was being sloppy… actually, he doesn’t want to see you get hurt at all. He realises you’re quite unlike anyone he’s ever met and oh shit. He’s fallen in love hasnt he.

As these thoughts are racing through his mind you’re busy spitting out the hairpin you stashed in your cheek earlier and using it to pick the locks and free your hands before moving on to do the same for him — but not before you laugh at his wide-eyed surprise and give him a long anticipated kiss.

“Come on. We’ll be all romantic when we’re out of jail, alright?”

He grins. He can’t think of a better way to spend an evening.

#astarion fic #astarion x you #astarion imagine #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion ancunin x reader

[xpao-bearx]

Alrighty, my fellow Astarion fangbangers!! I've got a 🔥SPAHCY🔥 oneshot idea~

This is an idea that's been a parasite in my teeny brain for a while now and at first, I didn't wanna share it cuz I wanted it to be a surprise for when I actually write and post it. But to those who follow me, y'all know I just LOVE to ramble so I couldn't keep it a secret anymore 😂

And sooo here it is: A smutty oneshot of Spawn Astarion x Fem!Reader x Ascended Astarion!

Now you might be thinking... How the HELLS would a threesome with Spawn Astarion and Ascended Astarion ever work??? O_o

Well, lemme ramble some more! 😆

AHEM

Throughout your adventure, Astarion ascended and made his lover (you, dear reader ❤️) into his dark consort. After saving Baldur's Gate, you go to live with Astarion in his palace and start anew with your life of immortality.

At first, everything was going well. Astarion relished in the power he's craved so much and you stood by his side as his most prized treasure. And yet... There was a suffocating emptiness in your heart.

You were happy. Or...you should be. You were going to spend a wonderful eternity with your lover and you only gave Astarion what he's always wanted...right?

But as time passes, Astarion changes more and more. You still loved him, you will never stop loving him, but you couldn't deny that his dominance and possessive nature over you...unsettled you a bit.

Anyhoe, long story short, while you are just wandering around the palace one night and rethinking all your life choices that led you to this very moment, some ✨️magic✨️ happens and Astarion appeared.

Only...this was Astarion from the past. Before he ascended.

This story is still a work in progress so forgive me that this is all a mess, but basically this other Astarion is spawn Astarion! Spawn Astarion comes from another dimension where he never ascended. In that dimension, Baldur's Gate has also been saved but at the cost of spawn Astarion's lover's life--your life.

Astarion couldn't handle the tragic loss of his one true love so he became obsessed in finding something--anything--to be with you again, even at the cost of his soul. I'm still working out the details, but Astarion ended up finding something which made him transport to where you are now!

You are obviously baffled by spawn Astarion and can't quite believe it, but he's just so fucking happy to see you--to be with you--again. And maybe...just maybe...

You wanted to be with him, too.

But of course... There's ascended Astarion.

Beautiful, foolish treasure... Did you really think you could ever forsake your master?

Expect quiiite a bit of angst with this oneshot but, OF COURSE, some real nasty smut too! 😉 I plan to hopefully write and post this story after I finish the game and have experienced both spawn and ascended routes!

Also, I REALLY hope this doesn't cause any discourse! I, personally, prefer spawn Astarion but I also ADORE ascended Astarion (✨️nothing✨️ will stop me from simping for this vamp dork)! I know everyone has their own thoughts and opinions for both and which one is "better", but for me I just live and let live! Let everyone be happy with their own preferences, please 🥰

And I hope no one steals this idea of mine! Please correct me if I'm wrong, but I haven't seen anyone else have an Astarion fic like this so I would assume I would be the first to have this specific idea. If you were inspired by the premise and wanna write something similar, PLEASE credit me for the inspo but also tell me if you post it cuz I would absolutely read the SHIT out of it!! \(^o^)/ But yeah, just please don't copy the WHOLE thing cuz, like I said, I do plan on eventually writing this fic myself!

And hey, if ya wanna be tagged for when I post this fic, please don't hesitate to tell me! 💕

#Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 Fanfiction #BG3 Fanfiction #Baldur's Gate 3 Fanfic #BG3 Fanfic #Baldur's Gate 3 Fic #BG3 Fic #Astarion #Astarion x Reader #Reader x Astarion

[silver-horse]

Not gonna lie, the changes made to Gale's bio on the official website are pretty intriguing. It's not exactly surprising that he would have a checkered past and wouldn't exactly be eager to talk about it at length. I'm curious as to how things will pan out with him in the full game, especially if it turns out he really DID try to steal Mystra's godhood and that was the reason he has the Netherese orb in his chest...🤔

Yes. What I am curious about is... did Mystra leave him and that's why he tried to usurp her? OR did he try to usurp her while they were dating and that's why Mystra left him?

Because those two possibilities would make him a very different character.

The first one is a love sick puppy who had feelings for a woman way out of his league. Everyday thing. When she broke up with him, he couldn't accept it, tried to take her power just because she wouldn't date him. This would make Gale a crazy ex, volatile and impulsive. Very unappealing and also a normie. His main motivation would have been "love me pls" and of course that is what he tries to make us believe in early access.

Now, the second possibility is a very ambitious man who became jealous of the woman he dated and wanted that power for himself. OR (and this is what I am really here for....) he always aimed for that power and started dating her precisely to get close to her and betray her. Either way a dark take on the character. But it means his main motivation was personal gain (more relatable unless you are a normie). He is a planner, a schemer. It would fit with how his personality has been portrayed. A guy who is trying to do good, trying to repent, but there is a hint of arrogance about him. ALSO he would make a deal with Raphael because he thinks he can trick Raphael! "He is only a cambion and the human part is fallible." (Ok Gale, well you are 100% human, did you forget that?) He wants to beat the devil at his own game when every other companion thinks that is a bad idea. (Lae'zel believes she is part of a superior race, Astarion is an arrogant little shit[affectionate] , Wyll fancies himself a hero. And yet none of them would dare to even imagine this. Gale does! Gale thinks big.) Gale wants to outsmart someone way more powerful than him. It's like a classic greek "hero" challenging the gods and getting punished for his hubris. A man who fancied himself a god, but had to be humbled and brought down to earth. But he is still not humbled and his plans are not over yet...

#Gale #Gale of Waterdeep #Mystra #my thoughts #messages #oddlyotherscience #Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 #Raphael #text post #textposts #bg3 mine #my post #my posts #hubris

[verai-marcel]

Your Hearth Is My Home (BG3 Fanfic, Astarion x Female Reader, Part 4 of ?)

Summary, Notes, Tags, & Part 1 are here.

Part 2 | Part 3

AO3 link is here, darling.

Act I, Chapter 4 - The Discovery

It was late afternoon when you heard someone, or something, trip the alarm spell. The party had left you alone while they investigated the bog south of here, so you had set up a series of trip wires with silver string that would chime a tiny bell on your belt. You had five bells, and the one you had marked as the water path had chimed. 

Pulling out your dagger, you crept over to the water's edge, hiding behind some boulders. Your hands shook nervously and you wiped the sweat from your palms more than once as you approached. You saw a decrepit silhouette casually walking towards the water's edge. It looked like a dried up husk of a man, and you wondered if it was hostile. 

"Thou may approach… I will not harm thee," the skeleton called.

You blinked. Deciding not to sheathe your dagger, you carefully walked up to the strange being and looked him over curiously. He observed you silently in return. 

"What—I mean… who are you?" 

"I am Withers," he replied. "That is all thou needst to know."

The hell it was. "Why are you in my camp?"

“Because this is where fate meant for me to be.”

He did not elaborate, nor did he respond to any other questions. Since he seemed content to stand still and do nothing, you sheathed your dagger and went about the rest of your day. 

When the party finally returned, you immediately asked them about the skeleton. 

"Oh, right. We found him in a crypt we were exploring when we were still staying at your cottage,” Gale answered.

When no one else offered any further information, you prompted them. “...And then what?”

“He said we’d meet again at the proper place and proper time. I suppose that’s now.”

You were a little annoyed by how nonchalant everyone was with a fucking skeleton appearing in camp, but you didn’t push any further. They all seemed physically and emotionally weary from their time in the bog and were barely talking to each other, let alone you. So instead you quietly served their meal and snuck away to the skeleton once more.

He looked at you quietly, clearly waiting for you to speak first.

“So. Fate really meant for you to be here?”

He nodded.

“What about me?”

“Thou, as well.”

You frowned. You didn’t like the idea that your choices were pre-ordained.

“But now that thou art here, the rest is up to thee.”

You also didn’t like that he was seemingly reading your mind. “Thank you for your… insight,” you replied before turning away.

***

You were no stranger to sleeping light; after all, you used to work for a masked lord of Waterdeep. Danger was a constant companion, betrayal a nonstop neighbor.

So when you felt a burning hunger in your belly, your eyes shot open immediately. You were surprised to see Astarion hovering above you, his hands splayed on the ground near your shoulders, his wrist only just touching your exposed skin. You were even more surprised to see that he had fangs, and that they were bared at you as if he were about to bite. 

When he realized you were awake, he jolted back. "Shit."

You sat up, observing him by the dim campfire light. Fangs. Pallid skin. Other memories bubbled up in your mind. The refused food. The dried up rabbit in your yard. His fear of crossing running water. Things you hadn’t paid attention to before, or perhaps, hadn’t connected.

Vampire.

His expression seemed more contrite than anything else, as if he were a child caught trying to steal an apple. Through his touch, you had felt an admittedly understandable hunger, but also a thin thread of fear. Damn your empathy, but you felt a bit sorry for the poor creature.

"If you were hungry, you should have just said so," you finally said.

He had looked so ready to talk his way out that your unruffled acceptance threw him for a loop. All he could do for a full second and a half was stare at you, dumbfounded. 

“Well?” You tugged slightly on the neckline of your shirt to expose more of your neck. “Are you hungry?”

He stumbled a step away from you, looking at you for a moment, then peered around frantically, clearly wondering if this was a trap. But everyone was sound asleep in their tents.

“Well, if you’re offering,” he replied as he regained his wits. He took one last look around before coming closer, kneeling beside you. His gaze seemed honed in on your neck.

You wondered for a moment if you were crazy. Deciding that you were, you reached out and touched his hand.

hungry fear never again—

You quickly moved your hand away. Taking a deep breath, you tilted your head to one side. “Just a few sips, nothing more. Just to regain your strength.”

He flashed you a smile, cocky and coy at the same time. “Of course. Just a little drink.” 

His hands rested lightly on your bare shoulders as he leaned in. The hunger was there, so strong that it made your hair stand on end. Was that what bloodlust felt like? Before you could ponder it further, the tip of his nose caressed the skin on your neck, and you suppressed a shiver. Whether it was from fear on your part, or from anticipation on his, you weren’t sure.

You felt the heat of his breath on your neck. “Ready, darling?”

“Just hurry up.”

He chuckled darkly. “If you insist.”

Then he bit you.

The sting of icy needles into your neck contrasted wildly with the heat of his mouth on your skin. But you weren’t prepared for how much more you felt from him, so much more than a touch on the hand. You had steeled yourself for some emotional transfer, but this was beyond anything you had ever felt before. You felt the clawing hunger that suffused his entire body, a pain far worse than the cold stabbing of his bite. Twisted within the hunger was lust, a craving both arousing and triggering your fight or flight instinct at the same time. And beneath all of that, a deep relief, as if he had been saved from something he greatly feared. The emotion was so heartrending that you wanted to cry. 

Overwhelmed by everything, you lost the strength to sit up. You whimpered as you began to fall backwards.

Suddenly Astarion was holding you, one hand supporting your back, the other cradling your head as he followed you down. He gently set you down on your bedroll before he released you from his bite and pulled away. His face had an inscrutable mask, but you could feel something from the physical contact. He was… Touched. 

He stared at you for a moment, his scarlet eyes glimmering, a bit of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. His tongue flicked out to clean the blood from his lips, then he reached out and brushed your neck wound with his finger. Slowly, he brought his finger to his mouth and licked the last few drops, closing his eyes and savoring the flavor. 

Then he opened his eyes and stared at you once more with a serious expression. "You've given me a gift. I won’t forget that."

You were silent for a moment, entranced by his gaze. "Do you feel better?"

He nodded. "I feel stronger. My mind is clearer. I feel… Happy."

“Good,” you said, your voice strained with the effort to speak. “Glad I could help.”

He tapped your nose playfully. "You did. Now get some rest, darling. As delectable as you are, I need something a bit more… filling." Standing, he turned and walked away, looking quite a bit more haughty and hale. 

And so you had made another poor decision, dear witch. 

Or was it?

***

The next morning while everyone was getting ready, you made your way to Astarion’s tent. You hadn’t seen him yet, and you wondered if he had managed to hunt something last night.

Is he still hungry?

Just as you were about to call out to him, he burst from his tent, a fucking ray of sunshine. He was all smiles and cheer, especially when he saw you.

“Ah, my sweet little treat. Come to check up on me?”

“I did, but clearly you’re doing just fine.” You should never have worried. But you looked him up and down, just to make sure. “You seem healthy.”

“I am, thanks to you,” he purred, smiling at you a bit too prettily. A tremor of caution went down your spine, as if you were staring down a predator who was lulling you into a false sense of security. He stepped a bit closer to you, his voice dropping to a sultry murmur. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you lied. You were decidedly not fine; your neck was sore and you felt some fatigue. Any of the others would probably wave this off as a little bug bite and nothing more, but you did not have the strength or stamina of a road-hardened adventurer. 

A question suddenly bubbled up from your mind, and before you could think better of it, you asked, "Did you pick me because I'm the weakest?"

His perfect smile suddenly faltered. "Believe it or not, that wasn't the reason." He looked away, suddenly a little shy. "You… smelled the sweetest."

You raised an eyebrow. "You say that to all your blood donors?" 

He turned back to you. “I’ve had this condition for two centuries, but truth be told?” He cleared his throat. "You were my first," he mumbled. 

You stared in shock, but as he continued to explain himself, you started to believe him. His floundering rang of truth.

“You were delectable. And now I just can’t help but wonder how the others taste.”

As he rattled off his conjectures about everyone’s flavor, you had to wonder: Did he just like the sound of his own voice?

“What about you? Who would you want to taste? Hypothetically, of course.”

You grimaced. “I’d rather starve.”

If you hadn’t been watching him so carefully, you wouldn’t have noticed the slight twitch of his eyebrow. “Come now. This is a mere thought experiment. Pick someone.”

“Well…” you trailed off, looking around at everyone as they got on with their day. You turned back to Astarion. “Probably you, since you’d be the most accepting.”

“Not because you think I’d taste the best?” 

“I wasn’t even thinking of that,” you confessed.

You could see the gears turning behind his eyes as he observed you. You weren’t sure what he was calculating in that head of his, but you were pretty sure you wouldn’t like it.

"So what did I taste like?" you asked out of curiosity.

He stared at you so intensely that you regretted asking.

"You don't have to answer," you quickly added. 

He hummed before he leaned in, his breath on your cheek as he murmured secretly, only to you. "You tasted like the purest, sweetest honey wine."

You turned your head slightly to meet his gaze. With him looking at you like he wanted to eat you right up, you suddenly wanted to run. 

“Erm, right. Well, I better get going then,” you said, quickly turning around and bailing from the conversation like your life depended on it. 

Perhaps it did.

***

While most of the party was away, you began to take down the camp. Karlach and Wyll had offered to stay behind and help you move all the gear to a new campsite closer to the druids’ grove while the others investigated a possible cure.

The two of them were relatively chatty with each other, which left you time to stew over this morning’s interaction with the noble.

No, the vampire.

You replayed the conversation in your mind. His flirty posture. His beguiling tone. It was as if he was luring you in, playing at being attracted so you would feel the same in return. Give something to receive something, you supposed. It all seemed very constructed, and didn’t match the fleeting moments of shyness, which were much more charming to you.

He had nothing to gain from making you fall for him, other than your continued donation of blood. But you would have done that anyway. You liked taking care of your companions. It brought you joy.

Why is he doing this? Does he think I wouldn’t feed him otherwise?

As you spaced out, lost in your thoughts, the others had completed cleaning up their sections of the camp and packed things up. Karlach came up to you, waving her hand in front of your face when you didn’t respond to your name.

“You alright? You seem a bit tired,” she commented. 

Shit. Can’t let them know anything. “I’m good!” you replied, wrapping the scarf around your neck a little more securely before quickly getting everything else ready to go.

As the three of you hiked to the new area, your thoughts kept wandering, and so too did your perception of Astarion. Something wasn’t adding up. He was a noble, a flirt, and unapologetically snide at times. But he had fears, shadows in his heart that didn’t make sense to you.

Unless…

You thought of a lion, caged in a circus. Forced to perform, perceived as mighty, but treated like property, only useful if it played along. A chained beast that lashed out in fear, having only experienced the worst.

Admittedly, you didn’t know much about vampires. But you did know about emotions.

Your heart clenched as the direction of your thoughts turned dark. You had a hunch and you didn’t like it.

If I’m right, then I should handle him with more care. But I hope to the gods that I’m wrong.

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Chapter Notes: I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I really wanted to bring my own spin to this scene. Let me know what you think in the comments!

#bg3 #bg3 fanfic #astarion #astarion x F!Reader #slow burn #female reader #baldurs gate 3 #writing #bg3 spoilers #your hearth is my home

[marcynomercy]

Tav accidentally turns back into a child.

I had this completely random idea and why not write it down? Thanks @spacebarbarianweird for encouraging me.

Pairing: Astaion x f!Tav(named.)

Warnings: I wrote this with my Tav Calamity in mind so there are nods to her past here.

It is not known how this happened only that it was an explosion with something, with magic and then… They saw a little girl in the place where Calamity was or rather with her clothes now too big for such a small child.

“Shit…” The vampire muttered in disbelief with his hand over his face seeing the disaster he caused.

You see, it was their habit to go ahead of the group to explore and steal everything they could, it was a little game for both of them. However, who could have imagined that inside this locked trunk there was something like this?

“This is your fault!” The little girl accused him, pointing at him with her tiny hand.

Everyone was holding back their laughter, forgive them after all this is a scene as funny as it is adorable. It was a bit strange for them to arrive at the camp with a child wrapped in some fabric they found and simply hand it into Gale's hands, the wizard was obviously confused, but he would recognize the eyes of the notorious leader of that group even in this adorable form.

“By the gods… What happened?” Astarion explained the incident in her place, not that she wasn't capable of it… It was just that it was impossible for the wizard to listen to the explanation coming from that little creature without laughing.

Let's face it, hearing a cute child talk like an adult was bizarre to say the least and since this child was Calamity, obviously this would be more than funny in the eyes of her companions… Poor girl, she wants to bury herself somewhere in this moment of so much shame . Interestingly, Astarion was the only one not to laugh at her… Yet. It was frustrating to hear that she would have to stay like this for a while, in Gale's words it was like some kind of very bizarre side effect of being caught in an arcane trap, so she would be back to normal in a few days. DAYS!

There was nothing to be done but wait so her companions were very thoughtful in getting her some clothes, Shadowheart handed them to her with a somewhat strange smile.

“Why are you smiling like that?” The girl asked suspiciously.

“Oh, nothing. I was just thinking how kind it was of Astarion to adjust these clothes to the exact dress size for you.”

This was a surprise and it was just the beginning, obviously Calamity couldn't leave the camp alone after all it would be dangerous, but don't worry Astarion was in charge of looking after her in the meantime. And that's where things get interesting.

“Darling, come here.” Astarion called to her with a small wave of his hand.

The little child ran towards him as fast as her little legs could carry her. Everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing just to see that scene. Calamity looked up to face him, the elf had a red ribbon in his hands.

"Can I?" She didn't understand what exactly he wanted, but she consented anyway. To her surprise, he picked her up and sat her on the cushions of his tent.

After settling her in, he took a hairbrush and started work, as soon as he finished he handed her a mirror. Astarion had tied his hair up with that ribbon, his hair was braided on the sides and tied in a red bow.

“That…” She was speechless.

“Don’t be surprised, when I met you back then you wore your hair exactly like that right?”

Oh… He looked awkward, but somehow strangely happy? It was then that Calamity realized that she looked exactly the same as the day she met him by chance when she was a little girl. He recreated the exact simple dress she wore and even got a red ribbon for her hair, with her eyes full of curiosity she looked at him and didn't need to ask anything.

“Much better, you look acceptable at least for now.” It was a mystery what was going on in Astarion's mind at that moment, but his eyes had a subtle glimpse of nostalgia.

This detail did not go unnoticed by the curious looks of his campmates, they were watching everything with the eyes of hawks! Astarion has only shown kindness to her and her alone, whether as a little girl or an adult.

“Thank you Astarion, I appreciate your kindness.” She turns around smiling as radiant as the sun itself.

Her smile warmed Astarion's undead heart and it was from that moment on that he didn't let her leave his field of vision for a single moment, not even when they went to sleep that night, he simply picked her up in his arms and carried her to He tries as if he were a doll followed by a “good night” to the others watching the scene in perplexity. Calamity was the perfect image of a living doll, she was cute, fragile, her different colored eyes were big and sparkled with innocence… And that bothered her.

“Darling, if you inflate any more your cheeks will explode.” He says snuggling her in pillows and cushions before covering her with a blanket.

“This is annoying… Going back to being small like this…” She said looking at her small hands.

“Small, you always were…” He joked and laughed when he saw the irritated look she gave him. “I understand what you mean, you don’t need to look at me like that, you heard Gale this will pass so in the meantime be a good girl and behave.”

In the next few days it wasn't difficult for him to take care of her, Calamity behaved as he had asked and made it very easy for both of them. Astarion on the other hand worried a lot, it wasn't strange to see him holding her hand or carrying her in his arms especially if they had to leave the camp. All these outings ended in a lot of carnage, don't blame him he was just doing his duty defending his lovely leader from malicious looks. He always ended up like this with both of them covered in blood… Would it be too morbid to say that Calamity was even cuter with blood on her? This thought he would keep to himself for eternity.

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#astarion x tav #astarion x f!tav #astarion romance #astarion/tav #tav x astarion #baldurs gate #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #tav #tav bg3 #astarion x oc #astarion bg3 #my tav #oc tav calamity

[argetcross]

(BG3 Act III Astarion Spoilers)

Have an Astarion Stays a Spawn but Leaves your Party AU:

After Astarion breaks the staff and screams "I hope you die screaming" and refuses to set any of the spawn free, he leaves and realizes... he has nowhere to go.

Sure, Cazador's dead, but he's still just a vampire spawn and now he doesn't even any friends or allies in the city. Half his shit is still at camp (he liked those clothes, damn it), he's alone and miserable and... there is something terribly hollow inside him.

He thinks at first because he's not really free. That power would have made him free, he could have been a vampire lord, and instead he remains this wretch... a wretch who ruined the lives of thousands of people, for 200 years and then in one last masterstroke, trapping them in Cazador's dungeon.

Fuck. Maybe they were right. Maybe he really is no better than Cazador.

No, he isn't going to entertain such a thought. It reminds him too much of... of what they might have said. And he can't get away, everywhere he turns in the city, this sun-dappled city, he remembers them. Even the bloody Gazette that he had giggled over editing with them is broadcasting their name nonstop. He has to get out of here, the Absolute be damned.

And yet, the minute he tries to flee Baldur's Gate, the minute he steps too far away from the artifact, he can feel the elder brain starting to bite at his awareness. That sends him into another wave of terror - was he shackled all along in this other way? These people who he thought he could trust, that lover who he had let his guard down around, were they also just another way to bind him?

He needs to kill them. He needs to take the artifact, Emperor be damned or whatever. So long as he's got this tadpole in his brain, he won't really be free. He's just going to become a slave again, just this time to the Absolute. He has to kill his former friends.

So why does that fill him with dread?

Astarion isn't good at planning. He's not good at the details. He just zeroes in on this new goal. He stalks his former friends - it's not hard, they're tearing up half the city and leaving trails of bodies behind them. They're subdued though. Half the time, he can't stand the sight of them, the other half, well... He's picking up on things, things he's angry about knowing- the limp Shadowheart has from their fight at Moonrise, the way Karlach's grown quiet, the strain in their voice.

Sometimes, he thinks they catch sight of him. He can feel their tadpoles, but they aren't pushing to find him, for all the blasted awareness it gives them. But they don't attack, even after he leaves several drained cultists bodies on the roof of the Elfsong or he steals back his things from the camp - no one even tries to stop him. The only thing he can't take is the Artifact. The godsdamn thing burns when he even touches it and that's when Lae'zel catches him, with a knowing look of someone who had tried something similar before.

Her threats are milquetoast. She says he should come back, that the seduction of individual power should have worn off by now, that it is the collective that can stand strong. He tries to bite her and gets thrown out the window for the trouble.

Bad End:

Gortash, Orin, whoever, catches up to him. He's not fast enough, not strong enough, and the Emperor's protection has long since worn thin.

When his former allies (friends, they were his friends, his mind tries to rebel, but the Elder Brain is too strong and he's just a godsdamned spawn) show up on the battlefield, it's almost a relief that they're the ones to stake him in the end. At least he can see them crying one last time.

Neutral End:

He comes back for the final fight. It's his fate, but he speaks to no one, cold and withdrawn. There's tension and hurt feelings, but he fights with the same familiarity and fluidity of months of near death experiences together. If he ever trusted you, it's nearly gone now.

After everything, he disappears into the darkness. You never see him again after that Sometimes you think you catch a sight of some pale hair in the corner of a dark alley. Sometimes missing posters come up of drained bodies, but they're small murderers, and criminals, and you wonder if you managed to do something for him in all that time together....

Or perhaps not and you're just hoping he doesn't paint a target on his back so large that your paths will be forced to cross.

Good End:

Even after the final battle, he comes back. He wants to talk. Well, he wants to rake you over the coals. When he finds out you're trying to save the spawn in the dungeon, to override Cazador's ancient magic, he jeers at you, at your savior complex, at how fruitless and worthless an endeavor it is.

You say, perhaps you're right. Perhaps they'll spit back in your face. Perhaps it'll all backfire on you. But it doesn't matter. You have to do it.

"Why?" he sniffs, dismissive.

"Because I couldn't do anything for you in the end. I'm sorry."

The years pass. Sometimes your paths cross, out in the city. Gale works out the enchantments and the spawn are freed out to the Underdark - rumor is that some pale-haired elf was corralling them at the beginning. You hope he got to see Sebastian once more.

Things stay prickly, but you start to see more of him. Sometimes the Hero of Baldur's Gate needs to be bailed out, just a little. Sometimes he shows up half-dead and he barely will stay put long enough to heal before disappearing again.

Once, you go out and get drunk together for old times sake. He looks a little worse for wear- not enough cultists to eat, these days. He admits he doesn't know what he's doing these days. That, strangely enough, he's come to the realization he really is free, as free as vampire spawn can be these days, in this city you protected together, but he never though of what comes after that.

You offer that tired old olive branch and he bats it aside with familiar callousness.

And yet, the next morning, you wake up lightheaded from bloodloss, a familiar soreness on your neck, still breathing.

#bg3 spoilers #bg3 #astarion #spoilers #arget rambles #hello this ending makes me insane so i elaborated #it was a very powerful character moment #but also made me go well fuck he's running to his death now #also this is as good a good end you're going to get #it doesn't matter if he realizes you were right in the end #the sense of betrayal feels too deep #if he lives long enough maybe he'll be able to find himself #but we'll see

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Halsin x Tav x Astarion future headcanons

Halsin x Astarion is one of my favorite ships I cannot even lie. Maybe it is the werebear x vampire lover in us all that calls to me. Or maybe Astarion just needs to be given a bear hug. So here are some postgame headcanons with Tav

All three of you are pretty sick of society and other people so all three of you fuck right off to the forest. Of course the rest of the party is invited to visit the three of you whenever they feel like.

Halsin built a cottage for Astarion, you and Scratch. He also does live there, but he sleeps outside of the time he is prefers it. And he does love his home but also he would have been fine with a cave. This does not stop Astarion from convincing him to come to actual bed because cuddles.

Halsin of course is not the only person living there and sleeping outside. The Cub, Thaniel and Oliver. Oliver and Thaniel do have their own bedroom though! It is full of handmade wooden and stuffed toys from Halsin and Astarion. Oliver took to Astarion like a fly on shit and Astarion loves to teach this small child how to commit crimes. He even allows Oliver to practice pickpocketing on him… but if he gets caught he does suffer ‘The Wraith of Astarion!!!’ Which is Astarion tickles Oliver until he cannot breathe. Thaniel on the other hand was… not as eager to accept Astarion, at first. When they first meet He wasn’t rude. He wasn’t going to be rude to someone who helped save his life but it was obvious he had little interest in a vampire spawn who smelled like the city and death … until it became clear that Astarion was going to be with Halsin and not just with you .

And then things did change.

Thaniel is a smart, wise kid who knows his way around and about the forest. He knows the better then even Halsin does to be frank. He is also a fae. So, pranks.

he begins to prank Astarion nonstop. They are all harmless but extremely annoying. Astarion is not thrilled but has learned better then to lash out a child. And if he yelled at Thaniel he would never be forgiven. he is fully aware of this. So he is stuck in a game of kill them with kindness

and it works.

It takes awhile, a lot of warming up and a lot of patience but evetually Thaniel more then accepts Astarion, he actually does consider Astarion to be a parent. Astarion is still shocked it worked but he is so happy about it.

Thaniel and Oliver are not the only children you three have of course. Yvenna and plenty of children who got orphaned during the conflict who needed home. Any children you decide to have and well she is off on her own most of the time, Arabella does come to visit.

You are a nocturnal household. I know I didn’t need to tell you that with Astarion being a spawn and unable to go into the sun(You three are looking into hopefully helping him. Halsin has been trying to get the aid of the Oakfather well you and Astarion have been hunting for a different method that won’t any souls or threat of losing his own but it is a slow process).

more then Astarion though, Halsin is a nocturnal person. He is great at functioning during the day but he would rather not be. He likes the night. Perhaps that is the moon Druid speaking however.

Astarion becomes a ranger. He of course still keeps skills as a rogue handy but well, living in the forest, being around the animals and other things he… begins to find his skill set more at home hunting for animals and foraging in the forest then they were stealing and snatching people and items alike.

Halsin is of course extremely proud of him for learning about the forest and himself. And the skill set is of a great help with their lifestyle!

Fall is an extremely busy time for your household because there needs to be food put away for the winter. Halsin, Astarion, Scratch, the Owlbear and Oliver go out hunting well you, Thaniel and Yvenna all stay home and prepare the food. Preserving, skinning and bleeding everything. Once they are done forging and hunting, the ones who can help do. And even those who cannot certainly do try! it’s a lot of work but there is plenty when snowfalls to keep everyone feed. Winter also becomes the snuggliest time because cannot go outside, so may as well just stay nice and warm inside. Halsin does sleep a lot(inside the house) during winter. He is a bear, his nature is to hibernate and thus he does. When he is awake it is pretty amusing because all he wants to do is snuggle. would either Astarion or you deny him?

Immortal Angst with a Bittersweet Ending Time:

Astarion doesn’t fully… grasp that he is immortal. He knows it. He understands it. However he has been surrounded by vampires or people he saw at most five times before they were sent to Cazador. When Astarion realizes Halsin and you and Scratch and the Owlbear cub are aging, getting older and he isn’t. Scratch likely dies first, a long happy life and simply old age. Halsin and you are of course sad but do accept it happened but Astarion well…

Astarion disappears. And oddly enough so does Thaniel.

it causes everyone remaining in the house to panic and try to find the both of them.

Of course Astarion knew this was coming, he wasn’t an idiot but it still shook him to his core. He just sort of found stump to sit on and think. When Thaniel finds him he is great at comforting Astarion.

it is a long conversation between the two of them about being immortal and how well Astarion cannot die of old age… Thaniel reminds Astarion that he still can die. Thaniel will be around as long as the forest needs him. Likely how he survived the shadow curse to begin with… but Astarion can decide what needs him and when it no longer needs him.

So Astarion decides he will stay as long as his family needs him.

And so when centuries pass and it is just Astarion, Thaniel and Oliver and descendants who had long left the best…. Well.

Thaniel expect Astarion to decide that is when he is no longer needed… but Astarion stays by their side. After all, the forest needs them, so they are still here. They are still here, they are his family, so they need him.

#bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion romance #astarion x mc #daddy halsin #halsin #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #tav #halsin bg3 #astarion x halsin #gods I am crying

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Oh my god I realised I never told about the funniest glitch I ran into in bg3 hang on let me steal it from the discord channel

"Okay so after finally obtaining the absolute unit of a man that is Halsin, his storyline is not over. You're more like, dead in the middle of it. Anyway for the next part we have to fetch the other half of Thaniels being because through some shenanigans in this universe's variety of the Yugioh Shadow Realm Thaniels soul was split in half or something?

Anyway we're off to grab this other half of Thaniel, known as Oliver. Corrupted by the shadowcurse, he poofs off when you first meet him cause he's a kid and being a Bratty Bitch TM about having to do responsible shit like fix nature around this place. Following him, I'm yeeted into combat. Now, props to BG3 for finally conditioning me into recognizing that while I need to be wary of the shadow friends, they're not the big problem here because at one hit point they're easily dealt with by spells and Astarion picking off any stragglers.

No, the Problem TM is two Ringwraith looking buggers labelled "Daddy" and "Mommy" because this kid traumatized yo. I focus my attention on those, dealing damage and taking quite some damage in return. And then Oliver summons his pet, a shadow-y full grown owl bear. Augh, fuck.

More augh, fuck!; Willow's down. "Daddy" and "Mommy" are brought down due to the tank efforts of Karlach and Halsin, but I *need* to get rid of this owlbear before it starts doing serious damage. I need something that hits hard, and preferably multiple times in a row- Halsin! Turn into a cave bear real quick, plz and thanks! As a cavebear, he gets the final blow on the owlbear, which ends the fight and sends us into a cutscene. Halsin starts talking- and then, in rapid succession:

- Halsin is a cavebear, currently. As far as I know Druids can't speak normally while in Wildshape, but that's the least of our problems.

- Resident Bard is down. Considering she usually handles persuasion talks, that might be a bit of a problem if we're going to try and convince this kid to re-merge with his other self.

- No problem, we have Astarion, he has high persuasio- yeah he's on the opposite side of the battlefield, he's nowhere near this conversation.

- Halsin. is a cavebear. This is also his storyline, and he's technically in last place in the character portraits.

- So the only viable option for this conversation, according to the game, is Karlach. Oh brother.

- Karlach pulls it off really well, actually! There's thankfully no persuasion rolls, and if you gentle parent Oliver, you should be fine. Everything is fine, except for one little, tiny, small visual detail.

- Halsin. The cavebear. Has decided that the best place to be, the best place to parallel park his furry cavebear ass, is dead center in the middle of this somewhat emotional confrontation. Hell, at some point Oliver is like "you're a grown man y u crying" which, first of all, rude, but secondly; he's not. He's a CAVEBEAR

- Furthermore, because he's right in the middle, the camera freaks the fuck out trying to film over, under, and eventually through this cavebear model.

So. I am holding this damn conversation like

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #karlach #halsin #yOU DONT UNDERSTAND I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD I WAS FACEPLANTED ONTO MY PC DESK

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there are like one million things i could write about astarion BUT i want to just rant,,, about him,,,,

spoilers for his quest

argh so this little guy has been STOLEN by the mind flayers, but this actually saved him from cazador, and now cazador is like searching all over for him (so that he can beat the shit out of him and sacrifice him for his own ascension)

when you enter cazador’s palace he gets this debuff because he’s in a place of traumatic memories

this debuff not only affects gameplay but also further cements the fact that astarion was so tortured and traumatized here that just BEING in the palace is enough to make him more susceptible to attacks and find it more difficult to dodge

i think this implies that he’s thinking so hard about his past that he literally cannot focus on what’s right in front of him

even before act 3, you can encounter dialogue about his experiences, i have two shittily taken pictures of my Tav talking to him after refusing the Drow’s potion in act 2

there’s a dialogue that reads: “A moment of unpleasantry doesn’t matter if there’s a fine reward. I should have just gritted my teeth as always and let her have me for a bit.”

and then a few lines of dialogue later, you get a line that reads “But… a part of me feels sick when i think about getting on my back for breadcrumbs again.”

like this guy does NOT hide his past at all (my Tav went the friendship route, so i don’t know if this triggers with low approval or romance route or what)

not to mention the countless texts you can find in Cazador’s palace that describe IN DETAIL how he would treat Astarion and the other spawn, including that guy Gobby you can talk to and then kill where he straight up MOCKS Astarion for screaming while he’s being tortured, says his screams sounded sweetest.

like damn this boy really went through it

i have another shitty picture of the dialogue between him and cazador

i can’t fit this all in the alt text, but basically upon meeting again (right before he steals astarion for the fight) cazador tells astarion he should beg for mercy, and then he makes fun of the way astarion stands and talks, and then he tells astarion he’s worthless and is only good for literally dying so cazador can steal his soul or something

like holy shit this guy had to deal with this for 200 YEARS

i don’t have any more pictures but you can find lots of posts and screenshots and gifs on this site of all the times he talks about cazador or his enslavement

uhhhhnmmmmn basically i’m obsessed with this guy and i feel literally so bad for him and i think his story is super compelling, especially the way the writers portray his PTSD

#chewing on him #blorbos #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate spoilers #astarion