#still not sure how i drew astarion there

[tea-time221]

i, too, would like my head to be cushioned by wyll ravengard's bosom :3

throws these things into a cooking pot and blows up the kitchen

i cant stop drawing them grrrgrrrrrrrrrrr GRAAAAARARARRRRRRGHHHH

#pro tip: watch character design videos while drawing #still not sure how i drew astarion there #im in a forever fight with wyll's horn placement #it keeps changing everytime i draw him im sorry pensive emoji #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #wyllstarion #bloodblade #bloodfrontier #bloodpact #farts n sharts #I KEEP FORGETTING MY ART TAG

[fangswbenefits]

Breathe

Summary: Astarion is more than eager to show you the perks of not breathing.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Face riding/sitting. Praise kink. Precum. Cumplay (if you squint). Masturbation.

Word count: 1.6k

It was the cold press of lips along the nape of your neck that gradually raised you from your sleep.

“Astarion…”

The arm around your waist pulled you in closer, and you shuddered at the feel of his usually cool skin now warm from your own body heat. 

He began trailing lingering kisses along your shoulder as his hand travelled upwards until his thumb brushed the underside of one breast.

“I’m sleepy…” you grumbled, burying your face in the soft pillow.

“I’ll wake you up.”

And he meant every word.

A dedicated lover such as Astarion would always find a way to bestow pleasure upon you whenever possible.

“You know….there’s perks to not breathing.”

You let out a yawn. “Is that so?”

He hummed, tracing the area around your nipple without quite touching it, effectively having your body yearn for more.

The faintest pressure against your backside was enough to note that his cock was beginning to harden.

Neither of you ever bothered wearing clothes to bed as it would just be a nuisance whenever lust decided to strike.

“And what makes you say that?” you mumbled.

Slowly but surely, he hardened your nipple with the pad of his thumb, always eager to showcase just how masterful he could be with his fingers.

“Sit on my face.”

That remark immediately had your eyes open and you turned your head to meet his gaze.

“Oh, do not act so coy, darling,” he cooed with a click of his tongue, giving your nipple a teasing squeeze. “You do know I adore tasting you in more ways than one.” 

That you did, but you had yet to indulge in his suggestion.

Instinctively, you bucked your hips into him, earning a quick hiss as his cock began to drip precum.

“Go on… sit on my face.”

There was a hint of despair in his voice that did wonders to your ego and to the growing swell in between your folds.

You pushed yourself to sit before giving his lips a quick peck, which drew a devious smile from him. 

“I don’t want to hurt you…” you said hesitantly.

He patted your thigh lovingly. “Darling, the only pain you can inflict on me is from not allowing me to eat you out.”

Heat rushed to your face in record time.

As always, Astarion had a gift for words, especially when it came to seduction. 

He rolled onto his back, giving your backside a light squeeze and nudging you forward. 

Oh.

You felt the familiar throb down below provide enough motivation for you to slowly shift along the mattress and settle each leg on either side of his head, gripping the headboard for support.

One glance down and you saw him give you an encouraging smile.

It was unjust how handsome he was…

And you still feared it might be too much…

“Are you sure about this?”

He rolled his eyes dramatically, and hooked both arms around your thighs, quickly yanking you down until his cool tongue was pressed flat against your folds.

You immediately let out a gasp as his nose settled against the growing swell, providing a delicious friction that had you nearly losing balance until you leaned forward against the wooden headboard.

Gods above…

The tip of his tongue prodded at your entrance briefly before he slowly dragged it along your folds and closed his lips around your swell.

That nearly took your breath away and you could stop yourself from clenching desperately around nothing as he suckled softly on you.

It was getting harder and harder to stop yourself from grinding down and fully riding his face, and you were sure your knees would cramp eventually if you kept resisting his pull. 

Astarion began sucking harder, his grip on your thighs tightened and you could hear an increasing disapproving growl from him.

Startled, you lifted your hips at once, glancing down at his handsome handsome, your wetness coating his nose and lips and chin.

A glorious sight, indeed.

“Was it too much?”

He scowled. Deeply.

“I told you to sit on my face, didn’t I?”

“Yes, but…”

Oh, he wasn’t amused at all.

“Then don’t hold back. Please.”

There was something truly riveting about Astarion pleading you to let him please you, that never failed to make your heart skip several beats.

You slowly lowered yourself, watching his eyes flutter shut as you settled against his mouth once again.

This time, you earned a content rumble from him, his tongue eagerly lapping at your wetness and the pressure of his nose against you already testing your sanity.

Lunging forward, you gripped the headboard, resting your face against your arms as a string of moans began to spill from your mouth.

With each swipe of his tongue… every nudge of his nose and all the groans that reverberated across his lips against your swell.

He felt divine and you chose to fully cave in, rolling your hips and occasionally glancing down to stare at the gorgeous man underneath you that so skillfully worshipped every single inch of your body.

“Gods…” you kept on groaning from time to time whenever he caught a hold of you again and hungrily began to suckle.

It was proving to be a struggle just keeping your eyes open to witness your wetness spread along his skin.

As aroused as you were, you still tried your best to ride him slowly, yearning for more friction, but it wasn’t until you brought one hand down to grip his unruly curls that he groaned harder against you, one of his arms dropping from your thigh.

Driven by curiosity and through the near-blinding haze of lust, you looked over your shoulder only to see his hand firmly closing around his cock.

A deep moan escaped your lips at the obscene amount of precum that dripped from the tip in a single thick string pooling on his lower abdomen.

You felt him open his mouth, his fangs prodding teasingly against your skin. For a moment, you feared your rolling hips might cause him to accidentally nip you, but you needn’t worry.

Astarion was an attentive lover who excelled at prioritising pleasure above all else. Both his and yours. 

Your pleasure was his.

His pleasure was your.

And you were now completely unable to look away from the way he quickly matched the rhythm in which he stroked his cock with that of his tongue delving past your entrance.

“Astarion… go easy…” you gasped, closing your fingers around his soft curls as you simultaneously held on for dear life with a fierce grip on the headboard.

But he had no intention of slowing down and that was evident from how deep he was willing to go inside you, nose firmly pressed against between your folds.

The lewd sounds of him slurping your wetness mixed with those that he drew with each stroke around his cock began to echo throughout the room, further pushing you closer to your peak.

It utterly baffled you that he could be so turned on from having you in this position, but it shouldn't come as a surprise, considering how he never held back showering you in devotion and how much your responses would stroke his ego.

Precum dribbled along his length and down to his hand, small droplets dangling from it as he increased the pace, his own hips rhythmically lifting from the mattress as he fucked his own hand.

Feeling the ever-growing coil rise in your lower abdomen, you promptly chased after your high by grinding against him even more vigorously. Astarion responded to your newfound pace with a groan, sliding his tongue out and focusing his entire attention precisely where he should.

Such a devoted lover…

As soon as his hips wrapped around your swell, you bucked your hips further against him, breaking into a strained sob as you leaned forward to recover the balance he had knocked out of your body with his skillful mouth.

Incoherent words erupted from deep within you as you rode his face, desperate to reach that high only he could deliver. 

With a few more suckles, your vision began to blur as you felt the overwhelming wave of pleasure crash down on you, now gripping strands of his hair in fists with both hands, stilling abruptly as your spasming thighs squeezed around his face.

“You’re so good…” you moaned, knowing fully well how much he adored your praise.

That was also what eventually drove him to reach his own peak, as the arm around your thigh began to tighten and his lips let go of your so his mouth could drop open in a muffled growl.

With wobbly legs and laboured breaths, you dropped to the side just so you could witness him riding out his own wave of bliss.

His face was completely soaked in your wetness, which streamed down his cheeks and his chin and neck.

Astarion always looked absolutely ethereal whilst coming undone, and you weren’t able to tear your eyes away from the amount of come that he kept squeezing from the tip with an iron-tight grip. 

You shifted closer to him, pressing a soft kiss to his wet cheek as he cried out your name.

“You did so good…” you kept on repeating in between kisses before he hungrily took your lips in his, muffling his own groans.

You hadn’t realised your hand had moved to his chest until you felt a few strings of his spend coating your skin, but you couldn’t care less.

Tasting yourself in him drew an approving moan from you and he slowly broke the kiss, his eyelids heavy with the aftermath of lust.

“I reckon we should indulge in this more often.”

You chuckled, swiping your tongue along his lip. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this famished…”

He gripped your chin and pulled you into a searing kiss before parting again. “Is that a challenge, darling?”

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[dark-and-kawaii]

꧁༺ 𝒞𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 ༻꧂

Astarion loses sight of you in a fight, he fears the worse has happened to you. He finds you and manages to bring you back to shadowheart for healing, only to discover he has more to protect than just you…

Angst - Hurt - Comfort - Pregnancy

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You were fearless. He watched as you swung your dagger effortlessly, piercing into the necks of their enemies.

He wondered how you still managed to look elegant even when covered in the blood of fallen warriors.

His gaze never left you for too long, making sure you were safe, while he stealthed around the makeshift arena, racking up his own share of kills. How glorious this was! There was so much blood splattering all around them and with his love at his side it truly couldn’t get any better.

Astarion’s eyes couldn’t be everywhere though, and at some point, he lost sight of you. The last person to recognize him for what he’s worth, the one person he truly couldn’t afford to lose.

His head darted across the battlefield, desperately trying to find you. His panic plunged into sheer dread as fear overcame him. It was happening all over again, he’d seen this before… Alone.. No, please, he couldn’t let this be his fate.

He hadn’t felt fear this whole day; why should he? He was free of Cazador, had you- A subtle manic laugh drew from his throat, he’d never be free of fear, instead of fearing for himself or what his old master would do to him he now feared what would happen to you when in danger.

His red eyes turned a dark shade of black. The expression of a crazy man etched onto Astarion’s face. No, he wouldn’t let fear consume him, no more! He’d finally be the protector! Overcome with fury he went on a rampage. Cutting through the battlefield, slaughtering anyone and everyone in his way, determined to find you. He raced over to where he last saw you, faster than a blue dragon's lightning splits through the air in a storm.

Was he truly going to be the reason you passed on to the next life. Was his fate to destroy everything he held near and dear to his heart? He nearly killed you before with his own fangs and now, no! He wasn’t the cause of that, was he? He hadn’t ever tasted human blood before, but if he was stronger it wouldn’t have happened! If he would’ve ascended he would’ve been able to stop this, however he’s still just a spawn… How could you have fought for his love, a fool who couldn’t even protect you. A fool who was going to be the reason you die.

“FIND HER” He roared at the top of his lungs. “FIND TAV!”

The group of companions didn’t dare hesitate and instantly started searching the grounds, Gale being the second most worried.

Astarion was about to collapse to his knees before hearing Gale's voice, “I’ve found her!” in the distance. It filled him with more apprehension. All he could think is, ’what if she’s dead’.

Staggering up the hill where Gale’s voice had come from, Astarion can see a figure laying in the dirt next to the wizard, “No! You can’t die dammit! Get up!!” he rushed out his words, dismay evident in his tone as he knelt next to you.

“She is unconscious, but alive. There’s hope.” Gale replied.

Astarion let out a shaky breath of relief.

“We must get her back to camp,” Astarion demanded. “She needs Shadowheart, she’s the only one who can fix this!” His voice cracked despite his efforts to mask it.

“I agree.” Gale, mere inches from grabbing you to lift you in his arms until the pale elf stopped him, “Don’t touch her!- I- I will carry her.” Trying to compose himself he lifted you bridal style.

Astarion never left your side during Shadowhearts attempts to heal you. Time never bothered him, not after his 200 years of torment, he waited as “patiently” as he could.

“Honestly, how long does it take! You could at least give me some good news!”

Shadowheart continued to focus on you best she could, everyone including the gods were used to Astarions fits at this point. Gale on the other hand not so much, he could hear Astarion all the way in his own tent which caused the wizard to scrunch his nose. Eventually, leading him to where you were being treated, “Astarion, why don’t you join me in some wine. I’ve got quite the choices, besides… It might be best if we give her some space.”

Astarion scowled, “You expect me to leave her side to join you in some cheap wine? Really? I didn’t think you could get anymore annoying, Gale.”

“It’s done. She’ll be fine after some more rest.” Shadowheart stood from your side and wipes the blood off her hands. She’s been traveling with you and these two men for far too long, toning out their bickering was a skill of hers at this point.

Turning to face you, if his heart could beat he knows it would’ve dropped in his chest this very moment… “Leave us-“ kneeling down next to your bedroll, his eyes fixed on your bandaged wound, “please.”

“I was able to save her,” -Shadowheart bent down towards Astarion- “and the child, but it took most of my energy and resources… Don’t ask for me again for a while. Keep them both safe.”

He was quiet, his eyes wide after the news he was just told.

“Ahhh,” Shadowheart’s voice was surprised, “she didn’t tell you yet? Hmm or perhaps she hadn’t known yet? Curious.”

Astarion could only stare at his love, “A-are you for certain?”

Gale interjected, “I doubt her magic would deceive her, congratulations.”

Dark bruises and cuts decorated your once perfect skin. A deep purple shade surrounded your right puffy eye. His eyes traveled further down your body, stopping at your stomach.

He caressed your still flat stomach, causing you to wince and awake. Retreating his hand, he awaited for your eyes to open and look up at him.

A-Astarion?” You spoke with a small smile carved on your lips.

“Yes, my love. It’s me.” He struggled out, trying his best not to crumble.

You were both silent, hands entwined with one another thankful that you both can spend another day alive in the presence of another.

He was the first to break the silence, “thank you.”

You were so weak, but you wanted to know why he was thanking you out of the blue, “For what?” Your voice barely heard.

“For this,” his hand stretching out to rest on your abdomen, “for giving me purpose again.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, not knowing what he was talking about until it finally hit you. Your arm wavered as you lifted it to place your hand atop of his on your belly. A gentle smile forming on your lips as you stared into his vermilion eyes.

When your breath became labored indicating you had fallen asleep again, Astarion’s attention was back at your torso where the bandage was slowly being stained by your blood. This moment of relief turned to anger again as he lashed out, slapping a metal canister of water out the tent with force. The absolute intrigued him at first, more power meant being stronger to protect you, but now… He was beyond ever considering it again. The cultist not only almost killed you, but the child growing from within you!

“How dare they…” He seethed, “How dare they harm her and my child!”

Astarion was pacing around angrily, how could he have allowed this to happen? He started to blame himself.

“Astarion-“ You spoke up, attempting to calm him down.

“I’ll show them, my love-“ he cut you off, “that nobody is allowed to touch what is mine.” He growled.

His eyes darkened again: “I’ll make them pay.”

#bg3 #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #bg3 x reader #tav #Gale #astarion x you

[a-jynx]

care to stay? (astarion x reader)

i'll let you guess, it's kinda angsty!

warnings; a lot of blood talk, injuries, hurt/comfort, a bit of angst to keep it spicy, and maybe some ooc astarion! enjoy!

Sharp whines pierced your skull, licking at the contents inside as your eyes twitched open. Squinting at the ache in your thundering bones, you slowly rolled onto your back, sitting up onto your elbow with a groan.

What in the Hells happened...? Pushing up with your shaking limbs, you staggered, falling into a cracked and crumbling wall. Squeezing your teeth that caused a dull ache behind your jaw. Glancing around, you watched as the flames flickered and danced among the rubble. The crumbling surface around you reeked of smoke powder and copper, along with the putrid stench of smoked flesh. Swallowing thickly at the dirt that coated your throat, you gripped your side while stumbling through the scattered bodies. Flashes rippled through your groaning and thrumming mind.

Your party. Your brain scattered, thinking of everyone within the walls. Shadowheart, Gale, Karlach... Astarion.

Goblins had ambushed you. Shadowheart and Astarion were busy trying to keep them off of you and Gale, whilst Karlach had gone into her fit of rage.

The smoke powder barrel. You remember shouting as the Goblins fire arrow whizzed past your lot, your eyes wide as you all ran towards the exit as the explosion boomed.

Groaning, you dragged your feet through the clutter, your boots catching on jagged stones and the thick, blackened goop of blood stuck to your boots like sap. Swaying towards another door, it's once oak colored darkened from the blast, a handprint of blood smeared across the handle. Wetting your lips, you drew your dagger and shouldered through, only to sigh as you spotted Karlach helping Shadowheart with Gale's wounds.

"My Gods," Karlach laid Gale back against the bed, quickly moving towards you as you stumbled into her hold, not caring about the sizzling as she moved you towards the other bed. "Solider, are you alright? You took the blunt of the blow, if I'm being honest, I'm shocked yet thrilled to see you alive."

You winced away from the burning sensation as your back met the soft, yet dirt-covered mattress. "Thank you, Karlach," your voice rasped, soot still coating it and resting among the blood in your teeth. "Where's Astar-"

"He went to find-"

You jumped as the door slammed open. "I can't find them anywhere! There's more goblin guts and d" his voice staled when his eyes landed on your shaking figure, Karlach's hand still hovering over. "By the Hells! Watch where you're aiming those torches," he hissed, moving to the other side of the bed, his arms over his chest as Karlach rolled her eyes.

"They're fine, Astarion, they're our fearless leader, remember?" Her comment held bite as you winced, searing pain rippled through your melting mind. Astarion's lips moved to speak, his eyes glanced towards you as he gently gasped. Blood leaked from your ears, decorating the mattress and your hair below. Eyes clenched shut as you gritted your teeth, more pain shooting through as if your jaw would splinter.

"Heal them now, dammit!" Astarion shouted as Shadowheart finished healing over Gale, who slowly sat up in bed, groaning and clenching his shoulder. The cleric moved quickly, her hands already glowing a crisp, bright blue before laying them on your temples. More searing caressed your aching skull, yet this time it felt calming. Like that of an animal licking at its wounds. Soothing. Your body shook, feeling the bond shake and mend within your soup-like mind. The sharp whines became whimpers of your own voice. A gasp ripped through your burning throat as the crackle of your rib mended itself back into place.

"Is it working? Will they be alright?" Karlach stood closer to Shadowheart as she sighed, her fingers began to shake. She was growing weak...

"I'm not sure how much more I have in me-"

"You'll continue to heal them until Avernus freezes over if it'll help them," Astarion snipped, one of his hands had moved amongst the blood and dirt, caressing your fingers in a way of saying 'I'm here'. Your chest clenched as a blood-curdling scream wretched through your throat, rattling your still bubbling mind. Shadowheart grimaced, yanking her hands back with a shout, her hands stung with a rose-like red blistering her palms. Karlach gently caressed Shadowhearts' armored shoulder and moved towards Gales' bed, who stood in shock. Astarion had moved to sit on the bed with you, his arms holding onto your shoulders as you shook and cried out.

Her healing had worked, but its' effects worked through each injury like a professional seamstress. Weaving through your veins, smothering in and over your bones' marrow, and licking at your popped eardrums and rattled brain damage from within. You withered in Astarion's grasp, shaking as tears streaked down your dirty cheeks. "I- I tried to save us," your voice shook. Astarion frowned, his thumb brushed against your skin. "Just rest, darling.." His voice was a gentle whisper, his cool skin pressed against your sweat-covered skin. Sighing against his chest, your eyes fluttered close. The soot and dirt caused a soft grimace, yet there was a comforting scent hidden amongst it.

*******

You blinked awake, wincing as you slowly sat up from the bedroll beneath you. "What the Hells," you winced more at the sound of your gravel-like voice. Humming, you took in your surroundings. Soft pillows and carpets surrounded you, a gentle candlelight flittered within the bright red tent. Goosebumps travelled up your skin as you glanced down, noticing your tunic missing and dull-white wrappings secured around your ribs. Crimson blossomed across the wrappings causing you to frown.

Jumping as the tent flaps opened, revealing Astarion with a bowl and prime white wraps resting across his forearm. His movements paused, your eyes met as he sat the bowl down and moved towards you, grabbing your flushed cheeks and slamming your lips together. You gently moaned into the kiss, flinching at pain that shot through your side. "Thank the Gods you're awake," he mumbled against your lips, resting his forehead against your own. "I thought you were gone..." His voice lower, barely a whisper.

With a smile, you rested your jaw against his rough palms, relishing in the callouses he's gained over your time together. "And leave you all alone with Gale? I couldn't." You couldn't fight back the grin as he rolled his eyes, leaning back on his calves and helping you lay back against the cot. "Because you know he'd be insufferable for me to endure alone," he smiled gently, brushing your hair from your eyes. Sighing, you leaned further into the bedroll, Astarion reached back and grabbed the bowl, dipping the piece of cloth into the cool water and dabbing it against your sweltering forehead.

"How're the others?"

"They're fine, we need to worry about getting you back to proper health, my dear," he hummed, dropping the rag back into the bowl. His fingertips dragged gently over your ribs, watching as your body jumped from the soft touches. Your brows furrowed, gently grabbing his flittering touches. "Star... Please,"

"They're alright, my love, I promise.." He sighed, gently undoing the wraps and frowning at the snarled wound. The blast had cut through your flesh like butter. Soot and dirt had embedded itself into your wound and clung to your hanging flesh, it had caused him to cringe inward at the sight of your gnarled flesh. He worked quickly, dabbing the wet cloth against the charred skin, sighing as you flinched away. Wrapping the new bandages, he sat back while wringing out the blackened and bloodied rag. "And how're you...?"

The water dripping ceased as his lips pressed into a tight line, the rag dropped next to your arm as you pushed up onto your elbows. "Star..?" You frowned, rolling onto your non-injured side as he turned towards you, his hand cupped your jaw as you reached up, catching his with a sigh. Tears brimmed his ruby colored eyes. "I thought we lost you when you fainted. There was just... So much blood. Your blood mixed with that dirt and soot, and I couldn't-" His voice caught, choking in his throat as he shook his head. "The mere scent of your blood mixed with such retched things; it made my stomach churn. Caused the bile to claw up my throat."

You stared at Astarion - you both had found safety in one another. Trust had built quickly with how many battles you both had gotten into together, the stories shared amongst with goblets of wine, confiding in one another when everything seemed hopeless. And of course, with your shared comfort came... Feelings.

Astarion hated it.

He wasn't supposed to fall for you, it was the simplest plan for him to follow, yet here he was. On the verge of crying while he coddled you close, his fingertips ghosting over your new bandages. Gently wrapping your arms around him, you tugged him down to the bedroll, racking your fingers through his thick, white curls. You shared a comfortable silence as he wrapped his arms around your chest, as carefully as he could, his hands still trembling. You fitted yourself against his chest, sighing while twisting a wild curl around your finger.

"You can touch me, my Star, I'm not made of glass-"

"No, but you need your rest... I should go-"

"Please... I don't want to be alone," you murmured into his shirt, tightening your arms around his waist as he moved to leave. Blinking, his hands hovered over your shivering skin. His lip slightly trembled before he swallowed thickly. "Ask me to stay," his voice shook as you squeezed him close, feeling your own tears well up. He believed he would hurt you more than help you. "Ask me to stay, and I will." Leaning up onto his chest, you leaned up and pressed a tight kiss to his lips.

Your mouths moved together. Teeth and tongue clanking and grinding against each other. Astarion's hands settled on your hips, soft circles tugged at your loose pants, his nails scrapping by the edge of your bandages. A gentle shudder ran through your bones as you maneuvered yourself on top of his lap, gritting your teeth to keep the pained moan buried in your throat. Pressing soft kisses to the corner of your mouth, his lips trailed down your throat to the scarred bite mark. Your body moved gently against his lap, rolling circles into his hips before he rolled you off of him, chest heaving.

"Astarion, wait,"

"We're... Resting." His voice slightly wavered, his nails gently digging into your shoulders before he moved to lay beside you. Tugging your body closer, smothering his nose into your hair, deeply inhaling as you wrapped your arms around his chest.

"When you're not constantly bleeding," his voice muffled as you rolled your eyes. His fingers gently pinched at your thigh. "Then, we'll have all the fun you deserve, my darling."

*****

You awoke to quiet murmuring - distant, gentle - as if not wanting to break the silence the moon had brought on. Lighting your pinkie, you moved to light the candle beside your bedroll, only to jump when a pair of arms tightened around your waist.

Astarion's body quivered against your own, his arms tightened. You cringed at the pain shooting through your body, but gritting your teeth, you turned over as much as his grip would allow. Grasping his shoulder, you gently shook the somewhat whimpering elf.

"Astarion, honey, wake up." You murmured into the air, huffing as he released your waist, one arm slipping from around you as it grasped at his tunic, tugging on the slightly tattered tunic. "My star, please," his fangs dipped into his bottom lip, blood dribbled from the nibbled skin. "Astarion, wake the hells up!" You shook him more, ignoring the searing pain as his claw-like nails dug into your skin. His eyes snapped open; a gasp choked through him as tears leaked down his cheeks.

Elvish ripped through his lips before he could even comprehend the words his tongue spilt. Your eyes widened, quickly setting up on your knees, both hands grasping his sticky cheeks. "Astarion, my love, breathe, please." Grasping one of his shaking hands, you placed his palm against your heaving chest, your heart beating heavily. His eyes caught yours, more tears leaked past your hands as you rubbed your thumb against his cheeks. "Breathe, my Moon, follow my rhythm."

His hands trembled against your skin, slowly his eyes blinked as he seemed to finally focus on your eyes. Swallowing thickly, he licked his lips and slowly reached up, locking his hands through your locks. Astarion tugged you into his body, his hands shook as he held you close. His breathing shook as he tightened his grip, making you whimper in his hold.

"Astarion, are you alright... Do you need a minute?" Your voice was low, attempting to keep the peace within your shared tent. You held each other close, gentle kisses caressed his skin as he leaned further into you. "Ask me to stay, and I will." You murmured into his hair, cradling him further into your body. You wanted to shield him away from everything. The fear and anger that tries to eat away at him. He looked up, slowly leaning back, but keeping his hold on you. Astarion licked his lips slowly, a shaking sigh passed through him as he moved to hold your cheeks.

"Care to stay?"

#astarion #astarion x reader #bg3 x reader #astarion x you #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x tav #reader insert #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate #astarion ancunin #baulders gate 3

[littlejuicebox]

The Little Things

Summary: Sometime in Act 1, Astarion is beginning to realize he may like you more than he thought.

Tags/Warnings: pure fluff, feelings realization, sexual innuendo, in game spoilers

*

Astarion’s nice, simple plan is falling apart at the seams. He isn’t quite sure when it began or how you slowly wormed your way into his heart like the parasite wormed its way into his brain.

He thinks it must have started shortly after the night you two spent together in the clearing. Perhaps the day you drew his scars for him in the dirt?

You notice the little things about him, and it flusters him entirely. No one else has ever bothered to pay attention long enough to catch all the subtleties you seem to see without missing a beat.

*

You notice he makes tea but never drinks it. It tastes like dirty water on his vampiric tongue, but he loves the smell and the warmth. One day you bring him a cup of tea and urge him to try it.

“This one will be different, I promise.” You say, and you smile at him so sweetly it’s impossible to refuse.

He quirks a brow but obliges. One small sip reveals that this tea is palatable… in fact, it’s actually enjoyable.

“What’s in this? Better not be a sore attempt at poisoning me.” He murmurs with a playful smirk before taking another long sip of the warm liquid.

You grin and show him your finger, where the smallest pinprick can be seen.

Blood. Of course.

His face feels hot, like patches of warmth are spreading across his cheeks. It must be the tea.

“Clever pup,” He chuckles, “I— thank you.”

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One day you’re simply walking by him in camp, returning from a quick foraging trip in the woods. He’s perched upon a stool, reading a book, and drinking the remnants of his morning tea you’d brought to him just over an hour ago.

It’s a lovely little treat every morning. He’s secretly delighted every time you bring it by.

You pause and smile, “Enjoying your book?”

He hums a soft yes and dog ears the page before clasping it shut to acknowledge you.

“Quite, darling. And you? Enjoying your… digging in the mud?” He asks, cocking his head just slightly as he examines the small basket of potatoes you’d procured from the earth.

“It’s not so bad,” You laugh, and then your eyes flicker to his book, “Oh, I almost forgot.”

You rustle through your bag and withdraw a thin strip of burgundy fabric, offering it to him.

Astarion takes the gift. It’s a bookmark. There’s a delicate letter A stitched in gold thread at the top of the small trinket. He’d spent a few hours last week showing you how to sew and embroider little details.

“I noticed you always fold the corners of the pages, and Gale is always grumbling about it when you return his books, so…” You shrug and smile again, “Plus, it’s a small thank you. For the sewing lessons.”

His face feels hot again. It must be the tea. Again.

“Ah, yes. I shall be sure to use it now, then. Don’t want to risk angering the wizard and getting us all blown up!” He jokes as he places the bookmark atop his book, mostly as an excuse to break away from your gaze, which is causing him to feel flustered. He doesn’t know why.

You laugh softly and step closer to him, “It’s not as good as your work.”

You absentmindedly take his hand and turn it, revealing the inner sleeve of his shirt. Your fingers trace along the cuff, admiring a piece of his own embroidery he’d done a few days ago.

“I saw you stitched these little flowers on your shirt the other day. Can you show me how to do that?” You ask, bringing your eyes back up to meet his.

He swallows. Your hand is still resting upon his wrist.

“O-of course, darling. Anytime.” He responds, still thrown. How had you noticed that? His skin tingles from where your fingers had grazed against him.

But it isn’t a bad sensation. He quite liked it, actually.

You grin and then hoist your basket back up before bidding goodbye and walking over to show Gale your harvest. Astarion is left befuddled and simply staring as you walk away.

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That same night you’re by the campfire, and Astarion is showing you how to stitch small flowers on a scrap of cloth. You’re leaning over his shoulder, watching his work intently. The proximity is making his fingers fumble more than they usually would, but you don’t seem to notice.

“You filed your nails today,” You remark, absently, as you watch his skilled fingers work their creative magic.

He blinks and pauses mid-stitch.

His nails? You noticed the length of his nails?

“I wasn’t aware they were so obscenely long that it would be so obvious.” He responds, his nose wrinkling just slightly. Perhaps his standards of cleanliness and appearance had fallen in the wilds.

“Oh, it’s not that,” You reply, your tone almost dreamy as you continue to observe the rogue, “I just look at your hands a lot.”

Astarion’s finger slips and he pierces himself with the needle. He winces slightly as he withdraws the sliver from his hand.

“I— what?” He asks, pausing his work to assess you with wide, blinking eyes.

You hadn’t meant to say that last part aloud. You’d been entranced and disarmed by the steady rhythm of his hands and the smell of Astarion’s freshly washed skin.

He’d started a new bar of soap today. You could tell because he smelled different when he returned from the river. You’d complimented the new fragrance and he’d stared at you for a moment too long, eyebrows furrowed. You worried you’d somehow offended him. And then he laughed and made some innuendo-filled joke about cleanliness being next to godliness.

He’s waiting for you to respond, the metal sliver of a needle held at rest between his thumb and forefinger.

“I…” You start, and you feel a blush creep across your face, “You have pretty hands.”

You finish the statement lamely and with a small shrug.

One, two, three beats of silence.

Astarion’s scarlet eyes are staring into your own; he’s thinking… deeply.

Before you process what’s happening, the rogue has already abandoned his project in the dirt and brought both his hands to cup your face, plunging forward to press a kiss against your lips. His tongue slides into your mouth, urgently dancing against your own.

You two hadn’t been physical since the night of the Tiefling party. He hadn’t propositioned you again, and you were far too nervous to attempt propositioning him. You are entirely caught off guard by his advances but eagerly receive his affections anyway.

When Astarion finally breaks away from you, his face is hot. He knows it isn’t the tea this time.

He wants to show you what else he can do with his pretty hands.

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[vixstarria]

What do you want to do with it?

My headcanon is that over the course of the in-game romance with Astarion, when you stop having sex in Act 2, he still pleasures Tav, but draws the line at himself being touched below the waist directly, gradually exploring and expanding his limits.

Up to you to decide how far in the game this might be appropriate.

18+, smut, Astarion x GN!Reader, Astarion x Tav, explicit, porn no plot, dirty talk, 'use your words', oral sex (male receiving) (kinda?)

Approx 900 words

Tags: @thisisew - I'm not sure this is what you signed up for, but this is what you're getting today.

All under the cut.

Astarion had just brought you to another climax, using his lithe, skilled hands.  

“I love doing that to you... Your moans, the way you arch against me...” He continued to kiss your neck and stroke your body, clearly not content to be finished with you yet. “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered. You turned in his arms to face him and drew him into a deep kiss. Once he pulled away from you, he gave you an intense and sultry look. He looked like he wanted to say something but was hesitant.  

“Can we try something?” he said, finally.  

“Anything, if you think you’re up for it.” You tried not to sound too eager, your heart suddenly picking up pace again. 

“I thought we could put that tongue of yours to good use,” he grinned.

Oh? Just like that? Now? There had to be a catch, you thought. 

He took your hand and ran it down along his shirtless torso until it rested over the bulge beneath his pants. This was the first time you’d felt it with your hand in what felt like eternity.  

“Feel how hard I am for you? How bad I want you?” he breathed, hoarsely, maintaining eye contact. He held your hand there, letting you squeeze and lightly stroke his erection through the fabric. The material wasn’t nearly thin enough for your liking.  

"Gods, I miss your cock,” you found yourself saying. Astarion just chuckled in response, his lips curling into a playful smirk.  

“What do you want to do with it?” he drawled. 

“Mmm, everything.” You were caught very much off guard, albeit pleasantly so. 

“Be specific.” 

He guided your hand, controlling the pressure with which you groped him.  

Hmm, where should I start... 

“I want it in my mouth again.” 

“Details, darling,” he whispered, rolling onto his back.  

So that’s what it was going to be. Very well.  

“You want details on everything I want to do with your cock?” You flashed Astarion a devilish grin as you hooked one of your legs around his and sank against him, to whisper in his ear. 

“Every filthy little detail, love,” he breathed, pleased that you took the bait.  

“Nothing filthy about making you feel good like you deserve,” you purred. “First, I'd want to take it in my hand and stroke it, while I licked it starting at the base of your balls, tracing that beautiful vein that runs along its length with my tongue.” 

Astarion hummed approvingly. 

“Then, once I worked my way up, I’d lick and suck lightly just around the head.” Astarion laid back and shut his eyes as you continued to whisper in his ear. 

“Tease its underside with my wet tongue until you start leaking precum for me.“ You nibbled lightly on his earlobe as you said this, making him groan. “I'd lick it all up.”  

You were starting to breathe harder, getting carried away by your own imagery.  

“Gods, I want to taste you again,” you whispered, licking the inner shell of his ear. You were starting to grind against his leg. “Touch me,” you pleaded. 

“And distract you while you’re doing such a good job..?” he smirked, his breathing hard too. “I think not. Keep going.” 

You whimpered discontentedly but continued. He still held your hand on his erection, letting you stroke it lightly through the fabric.  

“Then I'd put my whole mouth on it, working it deeper and deeper in, inch by inch, until it hit the back of my throat.” 

“How fast?” he asked, starting to lightly roll his hips into your hand. 

“Slowly at first, running my tongue all around the head each time I got to the tip.” The look on Astarion’s face was of agonised bliss. “Are you laying or standing in this little fantasy of mine?” 

“Standing,” he whispered, without hesitation. You grinned at the certainty with which he said that. 

“Oh? With me on my knees before you? Is that how you want me?” you teased. 

“On your knees like the good, dirty little devil you are. Keep going.” 

“I’d cup your balls in one hand as I sucked you, playing with them.” 

“Like this?” he asked, guiding your hand lower on the bulge in his pants. 

“Exactly like that. Then I’d pick up pace, sucking you wet and sloppy, humming and moaning around you, until I couldn't do it anymore.” 

“Couldn't do it anymore? You’d give up after all that hard work?” 

“You are a lot of hard work, love. I'd need you to grab my hair and fuck my mouth yourself, as fast and as long as you needed, until you came.” 

“Came where?” his grip on your hand tightened. 

“My mouth, of course. I want to swallow every last drop of you.” Your voice dropped lower as you murmured in his ear: “Do you want me to look you in the eyes while I do it..? I will.” 

He groaned and pulled your hand away, pinning it over your head, as he rolled on top of you, trailing open-mouthed kisses up your neck, over your jaw and up the side of your face.  

“Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?” he growled in your ear. “I’m going to be thinking about that ceaselessly. Until I finally let you do it.” 

“Good,” you said, biting his lip. “Now touch me again. I think I've earned a reward.” 

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[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

As You Wish

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.1K WC

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Warnings: traumatized reader, fear of touch, anxiety, general nervousness, sweet and understanding Astarion, I'm really in my feels so enjoy this fucking dumpster fire

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It wasn’t unwelcome, it was surprising. Astarion had physical boundaries, this much is true. But you? You were skittish. Always on edge. Never letting anyone too close. Never letting anyone in. Over time, Astarion’s honeyed words softened you ever so slightly. You could stand to be around him. You flinched less. When he confessed he had feelings for you, you were silent. Astarion almost took back everything he said before you spoke the simplest words.

“Me too.” you smiled subtly. 

He moved towards you to take your hand but you immediately stepped back, eyes darting around to assess the level of threat you felt. 

And most of the time, Astarion played it off. He ignored it. He chopped it up to something small and insignificant. But the more time went on, the more he grew within himself, the more he knew it wasn’t something small. He noticed how you always had your hands behind your back. How you were always inside the safety of your tent the moment you could be. How you sharply avoided any kind of touch. He wanted to know. He needed to. He couldn't help you, couldn’t show you love the way he wanted to. 

So he did things differently. He left a small box outside your tent, inside sat a circlet he had… found. Silver with rubies scattered about it. He knocked on the wooden pole holding up the front of your tent before slinking back into the forest, waiting for your reaction. He watched you pick up the box cautiously. When you looked inside he expected a smile to sprout upon your face, yet a deep frown settled instead. You quickly shut the box, silently walked over to his tent, and set the box outside. Once you had returned to your tent, Astarion returned to his. He sat and held the circlet in his hands, thumbs smoothing over the metal and stones as he thought. He would simply have to find another way to show you he loved you. 

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The next morning, he waited for you to leave your tent. Once he saw you he jogged up to you. You smiled but backed up from him two paces like always. He used to take offense but now this is just what he knew to expect from you. 

“Hello my sweet.” he greeted you.

You nodded at him, smiling still. 

“How is my little love?” he asked.

You sat on the edge of the log that rested next to the fire pit. He sat with you. “Good. You?” 

“Delightful now that I’m with you. My beautiful, talented, wonderful darling.” he fawned over you. 

His honeyed words felt sickly sweet, making your stomach churn. Your face fell into a flushed, worried look. You looked away before quickly moving off the log, “Excuse me.” you said before you quickly walked back to your tent, disappearing within. 

Astarion sighed. No gifts. No touches. No sweet words. Onto the next idea. 

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This was fool proof, he was sure of it. Not only had he cleaned and sharpened your favorite daggers, he enchanted them. After a particularly difficult incantation, their aim was exact. He knew this would be perfect for showing you how he felt. You noticed the gleam on them immediately, how they cut through anything and everything like fire through ice. Your aim was immaculate, to a suspicious point. After battling and adventuring all day you couldn’t help but notice Astarion’s smirk he had. 

“What?” you asked softly.

“Do you like your daggers?” he asked. 

You looked at them before shrugging, “I suppose?” 

His face dropped a little, did you not notice? “Your aim today is impressive.” he said, winking at you.

You looked down at the daggers, a soft pink glow emitting from them. Your eyebrows drew together, “What did you do?” 

“Improved them,” he smiled, “Sharper. Cleaner. More accurate.” he waved his hand at you, waiting for your thanks. 

Instead, he heard the metal of the blades clink against the log next to him. You left them with him as you walked away. As always, back to your safe haven, your tent. 

He groaned out, falling backwards and laying in the dirt. He didn’t know what else to do, but he knew he would keep trying.

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“Darling?” Astarion called to you from the front of your tent. Your eyes snapped up as you heard rustling. He walked into your tent, a book in his hands. You were frozen in place, nobody had ever been inside your tent. You felt like an animal caught in a snare.” 

“Why are you in my space?” you asked bluntly. 

“Can we talk?” he asked.

You nodded, noticing the tremble in your hands as you moved. He kept his distance. “I… I don’t know how to love you…” he said. His tone was heartbreaking, defeated. “Everything I’ve tried… you don’t seem to like.” 

You felt sorry for him, you wanted to comfort him. “It’s not you…” you whispered. 

“Then what is it little love?” he asked with a tinge of hope in his voice. 

You looked down, drawing your knees to your chest. “I have… never known kindness. Not a kind hand, kind word, kind gesture… I don’t know what to do with the kindness you show me.” you said honestly. The world is unkind, and it had been especially unkind to you. You feared everything. 

Astarions whole face fell with realization. You weren’t uninterested or unimpressed with him. You were unsure. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked in a tone just above a whisper.

Your eyes finally met his. Big, round, and vulnerable you couldn’t help but nod. 

He inched closer, putting his hands out “Trust me.” he said as he sat across from you. He reached out slowly. You flinched away a bit but waited to see what he was trying to accomplish. His cold fingers deftly touched your hands. Softly moving up your arms, he watched as goosebumps appeared. When he reached your face, he cradled your cheek. Instinctively, you pressed your cheek into him before cupping his hand with your own, releasing a shaky breath. 

You snuggled into his hand, “This… I like this.” you mumbled before very cautiously kissing his palm. 

He smiled at you, “Will you let me love you from now on. Show you kindness in all its forms. Show you what you deserve?” he scooted even closer, you could feel his breaths fanning over your skin.

“Please.” you almost begged, having longed for someone to love you. 

“As you wish.” he smiled before kissing you gently.

You let out a squeak in surprise before kissing him back. You didn’t know what this feeling was, but gods you never wanted it to stop.

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[dancingbirdie]

Continuation of my series "The Planets Bend Between Us" where I imagine how Astarion's aversion to intimacy and physical touch lessens as his relationship with Tav progresses.

Read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, and Part 3 here!

Also find the series on Ao3 here.

Comments, reactions, and feedback always appreciated!

The Light In Us Both

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Astarion x f!Tav

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings/Tags: Tooth-rotting fluff, vampire bites, blood drinking, non-sexual intimacy, no smut

Astarion was nearly convinced that bindings would be necessary to keep Tav still this evening. His lovely little wildling continued to fidget beneath him, giggling under her breath and squirming each time he drew close to her neck in an attempt to feed. 

They had been in the Underdark for over a week now. Viable options for “food” were scarce for him, and so Tav had graciously allowed him to drink from her each night in order to maintain his vigor. 

While she insisted she didn’t mind, that it wasn’t an encumbrance, he couldn’t help but notice the looks of disapproval and worry from other members of their party. It was difficult to ignore. They didn’t dare speak their misgivings aloud, though, for fear of Tav’s fierce rebuke that would inevitably follow. 

Astarion loved the duality of his ferocious little darling. She was hot-tempered, demanding and fiery with nearly everyone and everything she came across. Everyone else in the party treated her as the de facto leader. She had even managed to earn the respect of Lae’zel. 

But with Astarion, she was as harmless as a newborn kitten. She joked with him. Teased. Flirted. She was pliant, like clay in his hands. One knowing look from him, and he could watch as she instantly calmed. He wasn’t sure how he’d come to tame such a hellcat, but it gave him immense pleasure, and pride, to be the only person who could call forth that side of her. Him. Astarion.

But tonight, however, he was just about at his wit’s end with her. Tav could not remain still despite his insistences. He even went so far as to describe the embarrassment they’d both share if they had to wake Shadowheart up at this time of night to repair Tav’s lacerated throat because she couldn’t stop squirming. 

Nothing seemed to work. 

“You know, darling, this little exercise of ours is made much more easy when you hold still,” Astarion whispered, a little exasperated, in her ear. 

Tav giggled. His breath against the shell of her ear tickled. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’ll try to behave.”

“Mm, see that you do.” 

He nuzzled at her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, prolonging the temptation of her blood just a moment longer. His hand ghosted up her waist to rest against her lower ribs. He opened his mouth, lips lightly brushing her skin. His fangs were a hair’s breadth away from sinking into her when, suddenly, a fit of laughter bubbled from her between her lips. 

He pulled back to glare at her, squeezing her waist in reproach. At his expression, she broke out in peals of laughter. He made to sit up, obviously affronted, but her hand clutched his nightshirt tighter, preventing him. 

“Tsk. You daft thing,” Astarion rolled his eyes. “Honestly, have the Myconid spores gone to your head?” 

She continued to chuckle. “Astarion, I’m sorry, but I’m ticklish.” 

“I beg your pardon?”

“Your hand. On my ribs. It tickled,” she explained. “I couldn’t help it.” 

“You’ve never had this issue before,” he replied, dubious.

“Because normally you’re holding onto my arm. Or my shoulder,” she quipped, her laughter finally quieting. 

“I see,” he murmured, mulling over her words, his expression thoughtful. 

“I’ve upset you,” Tav responded soberly, finally taking stock of the fact that Astarion hadn’t found the situation nearly as humorous as she had. “I really am sorry. I’ll keep still this time. Promise. Just maybe don’t touch me around the ribs.”

He observed her quietly a moment more. Tav couldn’t decipher what thoughts were percolating behind his expression. But then his lips curved into a sly smile. 

“So, to be clear, what you’re saying is, that if I touch you here,” he began casually, his hand tracing light swirls across her ribs. The skin of her arms and neck immediately broke out into gooseflesh. She mashed her lips together to keep from giggling once more, squirming slightly under Astarion’s touch.

“...it’s especially ticklish for you?” he finished, looking up at her in mock innocence. 

Tav could sense a game was afoot. And she hated losing. Clenching her teeth together, willing herself to keep still, she managed a slight nod. 

“I see,” Astarion said seriously. “And what about if I do this?” he asked before leaning down to blow lightly against the shell of her delicately pointed ear. 

Tav squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on anything else besides the urge to laugh and sidle away from him. 

“Oh my,” he intoned. “Seems like that’s dangerous territory as well.”

Tav opened her eyes, taking in the full devilish grin that graced Astarion’s mouth. He was enjoying this. She glared at him.

“All right, all right,” he placated. “But purely for my own edification,” he continued. “Is this off limits as well?” 

And before she could jerk away, he began tickling her outright. Swinging a leg over her hips to pin her down, his hands were everywhere across her ribs, her soft stomach, and under her arms. 

Tav shrieked with laughter, too distracted by Astarion’s onslaught to keep her voice down. Her hands chased his, attempting to grab them, but he was far too quick. She switched tactics then, bucking her hips in an effort to knock him off of her. But, try as she might, he stayed firmly situated atop her. Above the din of her own noise, she made out his own peals of laughter. 

He sounded utterly carefree. Playful. Filled with joy. 

“I give! I give!” she squealed finally. 

“COULD YOU TWO PLEASE KEEP IT DOWN?!” they heard Shadowheart suddenly shout from across the camp. “SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO REST.”

Grumbles of assent from around the camp floated up after her. 

“SORRY,” Tav shouted with equal fervor, grinning like mad at Astarion. “I’LL TRY SUFFERING IN SILENCE IN THE FUTURE.”

“MUCH APPRECIATED,” Shadowheart returned. 

Astarion rolled his eyes and sighed. “Killjoys, all of them.”

Tav chuckled. Still smiling up at him, she raised her hands in mock surrender. 

“You win, Astarion,” she whispered.

He huffed a laugh as he clasped her hands between his. He bent over to kiss the tops of her fingers lovingly before lifting off of her and lying back down at her side. 

“And what should be my reward, for winning so spectacularly?” he returned quietly, resting a palm against her cheek.

Tav turned her face to kiss his palm before arching her neck, giving him a meaningful smile. 

“I promise to hold still this time,” she teased. 

Astarion chuckled, slipping his hand down her cheek, her jaw, her collarbone. He stopped at her shoulder, clutching it lightly. He lifted himself up so that he could position his mouth precisely against the column of her neck. 

But before he bit down, he pressed a kiss against her neck. It was reverent. Worshipful almost. Tav fought back a shiver, holding good on her promise to remain still. 

When his fangs finally sank into her skin, it was with a gentleness far greater than Astarion had ever shown before. Tav felt only the slightest prick of pain before the icy numbness began to spread under her skin. For the first time since she’d agreed to let him feed on her, the act felt like something other than a means to satiate him. It felt akin to the intimacy she had felt when they had been together that first time, in the moonlit forest following their victory party with the tieflings. They were joined together, even if it wasn’t in the same way as then. 

She hummed contentedly as he continued to drink her in. One hand against his scalp, she combed her fingers through his hair with the devotion of a supplicant. Her other arm lifted to wrap around his waist, rubbing his lower back in slow, measured strokes. 

He groaned softly at the feeling of her embrace. Whether she had meant it to be or not, her caresses were a subtle reminder to withdraw before he took too much of her. Extracting his fangs from her neck, Astarion licked softly at the blood welling from the two puncture marks he’d left in her skin. 

Taking her blood was the nearest thing to a religious experience he had ever had. She tasted holy. As if one drop alone could absolve him of all his past sins. 

“Finished already?” she asked. Her vocal cords vibrated against his lips. A delightful thrum. 

“Mm, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop if I go any longer,” he murmured against her skin. 

She hummed again in acknowledgement. 

“You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever known,” he whispered, planting one last kiss on her neck before rolling off of her. 

“Only for you,” she replied, turning onto her side to face him. She placed her hand gently over his heart. “My star.”

He stilled in surprise. “Wh-what did you call me?”

“My star,” she intoned. Her lips curved into a gentle smile. “That’s what your name means, you know. Star.”

Astarion just stared at her, too shocked to speak. Her words had shaken something loose in the back of his mind. Something from long ago. A memory perhaps. Or a memory of a memory. It was so dusty, it was hard to tell. 

Someone else had called him “my star” once. Her face was blurry in his mind’s eye, but she seemed beautiful. Regal, even. And her voice - it was a faint echo, but it sounded so sincere. 

“I’m sorry.” 

He heard Tav’s voice drawing him back from the recesses of his mind. He blinked once, twice, before refocusing on the woman in his arms. 

“Are you okay?” she asked. “I didn’t mean to upset you by calling you that.”

“No… you didn’t. Not at all,” he assured. “I… I think you caused me to remember something… My… my mother used to call me ‘my star,’ I think.” 

“You remembered your mother?” Tav asked, hopeful.

“Barely. It was like peering through fog. But yes… I think I did,” he paused, reflecting. 

Tav remained silent, giving him time to process what he had recalled. 

Finally after a few moments, he squeezed her waist and grinned. Her breath caught in her throat at his expression. 

It was open. Boyish. Happy. 

Quick as a flash, he leaned forward to press a light kiss against her lips. It was chaste. The kind of kiss a man would give the woman he was courting. It was over before she knew it, but still, it felt wonderful. Like another wall had fallen down around his heart. She felt honored to witness it. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly, clutching her close to him as they settled down to sleep. “Thank you.”

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[justporo]

An Assortment of Strays

I believe I still owe you guys a drabble about how Astarion adopts a stray kitten. So here you go. @mushy6902 this one's on you again! (Also I only googled what you could give a kitten for improvisation, don't take that as advice!)

Pairing: Astarion/Gn!Tav

Wordcount: 2,2k

After an autumn storm Astarion comes home completely drenched, under his doublet jacket he has a small kitten that's desperately trying to cling to the vampire's chest.

Astarion had gone out to run some errands - probably mostly threads for his embroidery projects and some new tomes he could brood over.

He‘d asked you if you would care to join but you had taken a look outside your tall living room window, seen the autumn storm brewing outside, making itself known with stormy winds and clouds passing over the moon and told him “thank you, but no thank you”.

He couldn‘t catch a cold - you could, and weren‘t very keen on it.

Then you had cozied up in front of the lit fireplace with a goblet of wine - you had adopted Astarion‘s inclination to it in no time - and a book. Surely, it had started to rain cats and dogs soon after. And because you were such a nice and thoughtful person you had already collected some towels for the vampire when he would return and curse the weather, looking like a wet puppy, his white curls all but flattened by the rain and drooping adorably around his pointy ears.

He took much longer than expected though but you weren‘t worried - he was a free man now after all and could do whatever he pleased.

So, you sat and read - Scratch had come over too when the storm had really started going. After your party had split after everything was said and done, you‘d insisted on keeping the stray. So now he lived with Astarion and you in your little townhouse and very much enjoyed being spoiled by you.

Astarion didn‘t bond with the dog awfully much - „rather a cat person, my love, sorry“ - but he still sometimes could be found sitting in the window alcove reading with the dog in his lap, who received some head scratches.

Scratch had almost buried himself under the blanket you had spread over your legs now, when the first lightning strikes had turned into roaring thunder. You were gently patting his head and ears to soothe him while holding your book with your other hand. Focused completely on your reading you only looked up when you heard noises - and cursing - in the hallway.

You put your reading down and softly lifted the dog‘s head from your lap to get up. As you walked in the hallway you saw the expected scene: Astarion completely drenched, hair dripping and cursing like a sailor.

„Gods, I should have listened to you concerning the weather - you were right“, Astarion spat and made and disgusted face. „I‘d say I am right more times than you would like to admit, my love“, you answered with a chuckle and grabbed the towels you had prepared but were startled when you realised there was something more.

The vampire seemed to have something inside his doublet jacket he had obviously tried to keep dry.

„What is it you have there, Astarion?“, you asked curiously and drew your brows together - somehow you were sure that it wasn‘t just books or a precious bottle of „a fullbodied red“ that he was carrying.

The vampire ignored your question. His face lit up when he saw that you were holding some towels: „Oh, good thinking, my sweet, we could really use something to soak up all the godsdamned rain.“ „We?“, you replied confusedly and helplessly held up the towels.

Astarion carefully opened up his doublet and revealed a small furry creature. A small white kitten that was just as drenched as Astarion and desperately tried to cling to the vampire‘s chest: small, scared, miserably shaking and meowing.

„Oh no, who‘s this poor little thing?“, you cooed immediately and opened up your arms with one of the towels opened up so you might wrap the small kitten in it.

„Really? That‘s how you treat a cat you‘ve just met when I am here - your cherished soulmate - just as wet and miserable?“, Astarion complained. „For being so miserable you have an awful lot of breath to waste, my friend.“ Astarion huffed in protest. „Also you are not probably only a few weeks old and loudly meowing for help“, you continued and carefully took the kitten from Astarion who just as carefully handed the tiny little thing to you.

„Oh, I could meow if that‘s what would help further my case with you“, Astarion pouted while you cautiously dried off the kitten.

When the vampire just stood in front of you and said nothing while still dripping all over your hardwood floors you looked back up. „Oh uh, there‘s another towel back there, my love, if you want to dry yourself“, you said and then went back to cradling your small new friend.

Astarion sighed dramatically and walked past you to grab the promised towel. „I already get the feeling, this was a mistake. Your heart so eagerly conquered by a cute little stray you just took in“, he proclaimed theatrically, the back of one of his hands placed on his forehead.

„Hmm, says the cute little stray that I took in and that conquered my heart“, you replied matter-of-fact, not taking your eyes of the small animal and started to walk towards the living room and the burning fire there in the fireplace.

As you passed Astarion who was still trying to get his hair dry you threw your vampire a sideglance though; just to make sure he‘d caught that. And, oh, he had. He smirked and winked at you, having heard exactly what he wanted from you.

You sat down in front of the fireplace. Scratch was immediately up and wagging his tail, smelling the newcomer. “You be nice and keep your distance, Scratch”, you warned the dog. “I guess our new friend is already scared out of their mind!” And so the stray layed down again, his head on the ground between his paws, looking up at you with puppy eyes. His tail was still lazily wagging in excitement.

The kitten was slowly stopping shuddering with the warmth of the fire starting to dry her fur, but she wouldn’t stop meowing. Astarion came over to you after some time after he had put on some dry clothes. “I guess she doesn’t want to be held by me. Will you hold her? I’m going to look for something we can feed her in the kitchen”, you explained immediately after the vampire had sat down on his knees in front of you. You cautiously handed over the towel with the kitten to the stunned elf who started to huff in protest: “No, Tav, please you are the one good with animals…” “You brought the small cat here…” “Yes, but only because-“ You were already out the door and halfway to the kitchen. You searched your brain for what you knew about what you could feed a cat that was still so small. Tomorrow you would have to go out and find proper nutrition for the poor small thing.

You rummaged through your cabinets and finally mixed together some milk, water, yogurt and eggs – at least for tonight that would hopefully suffice. In one bowl you had your improvised kitten food and in another you filled some water. Then you went back to the living room. Astarion had donned the towel and was holding the kitten against his chest where it had calmed down. But she still had her claws borrowed in Astarion’s doublet and apparently they went right through the cloth judging by the vampire’s grimace.

“Watch out, she got you, tiger”, you joked as you kneeled down in front of him with the two bowls in hand. Scratch was up again too and sniffed curiously at the mixture for the kitten. But it was seemingly not much to his liking as he laid down again quickly.

“Should I set her down so she can feed and drink?”, Astarion asked you. He really seemed a bit overwhelmed with trying to care for the small furry thing. As she clawed at him again a soft “oww” left his lips. “We can at least try but we should pay attention Scratch doesn’t get too close. He would probably be a bit much for our newcomer”, you said and looked at the dog tentatively. But Scratch seemed to have taken the hint and had laid down a bit further and had just started to snooze peacefully.

Astarion slowly and carefully lifted the kitten from his chest, having to remove a claw or two with his fingers. He sighed as he looked down and saw some loosened threads in the embroidery: “I’m going to have to patch that up later.” Then he sat the small one down in front of the bowls. But the vampire did not let go f the small animal before he let one finger caressingly run over the creature’s head and down it’s back. He almost seemed scared that it would run off. But the kitten did not. If anything, she seemed to even enjoy the vampire’s pets.

“She’s so weird. Animals usually don’t feel very comfortable around me – you know, the whole vampirism thing… They feel it”, Astarion said absent-mindedly while he watched the cat slowly check out the two bowls. His red eyes were still observing her, a small warm smile was playing on his lips. Your own heart swelled with affection seeing how much he cared for this small being.

“Where did you find her?”, you asked. The vampire reached out to the kitten again, softly stroking her why she drank a little water. The small blue eyes were wandering around the surroundings – cautiously. But she still moved up her head to get more of the vampire’s pets. “I guess she likes you”, you said with a smile and kept your eyes on her before the Astarion could answer your previous question. “Trust me to get someone to purr”, he smirked. “Eww Astarion, not the time”, you moaned. You only received a chuckle and a smirk in response.

“I heard some meowing while everyone was scurrying from the rain in a small alley. I thought I was imagining it at first but there she was, a small little kitten, sitting alone in a small basket. It was completely drenched and it didn’t look like its mother was still around. Maybe she was the runt of the litter. I… just couldn't leave her there, all alone and cold, in the dark”, Astarion explained, his eyes miles away as he remembered the situation. But you could quickly see that that wasn’t the only thing. It was apparent why he felt for the lost little creature.

“You have a big heart, Astarion”, you told him sincerely which made his gaze flick to yours. But his eyes immediately left yours again. He surely didn’t believe what you said himself. At least not yet. That was okay though, you would tell him again and again until he didn’t doubt himself anymore.

The kitten meanwhile was trying to feed from the mixture you had concocted but it seemed she was only really getting the stuff on her adorable little face.

Astarion kept observing her a little bit more, cocking his head. Then he shook his head and softly grabbed the small creature again. “It’s not going to work like this, little one, if you only keep rubbing your face in your food”, he said affectionately as he made to hold her with one hand. With the other he took some of the mixture with one of his fingers and then held it to the kitten’s snout.

And surely, after a few seconds she licked it off the vampire’s fingers. A big smile crept onto your face and your heart grew in size while you watched the scene. Scratch also had slowly come back and was pushing his nose under your arm so you would let him rest his head on your lap again. You allowed it and kept watching how Astarion slowly fed the kitten. She’d quickly grown more eagerly and had started using her teeth too.

“Oww, will you stop biting me, you mean little thing”, Astarion exclaimed and shook his hand. “Serves you right, now you know how it feels”, you immediately threw in. The pale elf threw you a glance, saying “are you even serious”, but he kept allowing the cat to feed of his fingers until she seemed sated and her eyes grew heavy.

The vampire grabbed the towel that still laid next to him and lightly rubbed the mess of the kitten’s face. You offered Astarion the blanket from before to make an improvised bed for the small one on which he placed the cat carefully so she could get some rest.

“She’ll need a name if we’re going to keep her”, you said as you both watched the fur ball breathe softly. “Well, we already have a dog called Scratch, maybe we can call her Bite”, Astarion replied with a grin. You made a face at him and left the topic for the time being.

“What a fine assortment of strays we are, don’t you think, my love?”, Astarion asked then and looked at you with warmth in his eyes. You leaned over and gave him a kiss. “Fine, yes”, you answered as you made to lay down and put your head into Astarion’s lap. “But we’re not strays anymore, we’re home now”, you said with a smile and looked up at your soulmate. The vampire let his hands cup your cheeks and ran his thumbs over them lovingly: “And how sweet it is being home with you, my heart.”

Bonus: Enjoy this sweet little creature stare directly into your soul!

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[siopaofrog]

Sex is a Losing Bet || Astarion x Fem!Reader

warnings: 18+, smut, biting, bottom sub to bottom dom

“You like me like this, darling?”

The lilt in his voice and the glaze in his eyes caught you off guard. He looked frustrated and desperate beneath you. Drunk on unquenchable lust.

You leaned over him, tugging his bottom lip with your teeth. He smiled lazily, barely revealing a fang.

“I do,” you said, pressing kisses on his cheek. “You know what else I like?”

You slid your clit over his abdomen, slick after royally pounding the pale elf.

Astarion sucked in a breath of air. “Wh-what?”

You smacked his thigh, and he gnashed his teeth together, almost whimpering. “I mean—yes, my queen?”

He could barely form the words. You knew part of him hated it under there, under your body, under your rule. But somehow, in those garnet eyes, brimmed with lust, you saw a bigger part of him that liked it quite a lot.

Gods—that felt really, really fucking good.

Often, you and Astarion spent late nights sneaking into the woods, giggling as you ravaged each other under the stars. Stripping, bathing your bare skin in the moonlight. A nightly ritual you both sought after, day in, day out, and fervently at that.

Only this time, you didn’t expect him to slither beneath you—but he made a bet, and he lost. Terribly. He’d made a hasty promise to let you “have at him” after losing a fight to a demonic squirrel. How he lost is beyond you. But you also lured yourself into the delusion that he did it on purpose.

Either way, you made sure he kept his word.

“I like your fangs,“ you whispered in his ear. “So bite me.”

Something about those two little words sent him into a tizzy of laughter. Pure, high-pitched, glorious laughter. You loved his laugh dearly, but you wouldn’t flatter him now. Not when you finally had him in the palm of your hand. At least, for the moment.

“You are quite adorable,” he said at last, sneering. “But I’m going to have to say no.”

You tilted your head. “No?”

Astarion propped himself up with his forearms, lips nearly brushing yours. “Mm-hm.”

His silver hair stuck to his forehead, sleek with sweat, while his bare chest heaved up and down beneath you. You both were a mess, wet and exhausted, but you found yourself imagining him inside you again. You felt him press into you eagerly.

“Tell me, darling, what will you do?”

“Well…”

Your fingers traced his neck, his pecs, abs, until you felt his cock in your hands.

He grunted softly, beautiful eyes fluttering as you touched him. You pushed his head back down on the grass.

“How about this. You tell me, Astarion.” Your lips grazed the scar on his neck. “After two centuries… don’t you finally want someone to bite you?”

The vampire blinked heavily, then managed to hold your gaze. He smiled crookedly. “Mm. Now you’ve enchanted me.”

“Good,” you murmured, and kissed him. His chin, his jaw, until you found yourself gently nipping at his neck.

And he let you. He sang so sweetly for you, in fact—one hand gripping the nape of your neck, the other clasping your ass, pressing you closer.

“Now, now,” he panted, “while this has been a delicious experience, you should really let me take over—“

You squeezed your thighs, wedging him between you, pressing into his crotch. You stopped, denying him entrance.

He inhaled sharply. “Ah… Did I—eh-hem—maybe I misspoke.”

“Maybe?”

“I-I did. I did. I—”

You rolled into him, but only once. He gripped your hips, trying to implore you. You knew he was getting desperate. You smacked his thigh again.

“Uh-uh-uh,” you tutted. “Now I need a bite. And I need you to play nice.”

He looked at you. Looked galaxies away. Somewhere in your eyes he lost himself, and he bit hard on his own lip.

“I—”

You leaned in, grinded your hips into his, but still didn’t give him enough.

“Yes?” you purred.

“Please… Please,” he said at last, slowly and deliberately. He reached up and pressed his lips to your neck, suckling gently, moaning into your skin. Finally, he sank his teeth in and drew blood. He ran a hand through your hair. Massaging your scalp. This time, a soft moan escaped your own lips.

“Astarion.”

“Yes, my love,” he said, breathless, unable to hold back. He bucked his hips up into yours, grabbing your body with the kind of force you expected from the vampire—now, he wasn’t letting you tease him any longer.

The blood, you realized, did something to him.

He grinned widely and licked his teeth. Lapping you up, relishing your taste.

His eyes glittered. “My turn, sweetheart.”

Astarion ordered you to rock into him, to pull his hair—and, of course, you obliged.

“Yes,” he sang. “Be rough with me. That’s it. Just like that—fuck.”

You couldn’t deny how hot it was. Even beneath you he somehow took over, instructing you to pleasure him and send him into a thousand glorious worlds at once.

“You want me, darling? Hm? You want me to be your good little slut?”

You moved willingly now, moans escaping, completely extracted from the authoritative role you once took on. He lost the bet, you thought ridiculously. Not me.

But the words left your lips all on their own: “Yes, yes. I do. I… I want you to lose yourself in me.”

“Oh,” he purred, breath hitching between thrusts. “Trust… me… I will.”

At that moment, neither of you cared who was on top or bottom, who lost or won the bet—none of that mattered.

You just had to have each other.

But there was one thing he did honor: He didn’t move from his position. He commanded you from the lower decks, allowing you to keep the helm in sight—but it was a mere mirage of captaincy.

“I love you,” he murmured, as your bodies continued colliding, words that seeped through all the other lewd, ungodly sounds. His voice reached a guttural level. “Tell me you do, too. Tell me I’m not just divinely insane.”

Even amidst all the passion, all the pounding, you couldn’t help but feel flushed with surprise.

“You’re insane,” you said, huffing harshly. “You… don’t mean that.”

Something in him switched. He slowed his stride, until you both were stuck heaving and staring at each other. The tension had your head in a scramble. He then reached a hand up to your face, and stroked your cheek with his thumb, gently.

“I say many things I don’t mean, darling.”

Astarion slid his other arm behind you, leading you to rest on his chest. There, he wrapped you up in a tight embrace. “Bets or not, demon squirrel or not, this is one thing I do mean.” He kissed you, smiling.

“Ever so sincerely.”

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[honeydippedwaffles]

Smallest Drop - Part 3

Summary: Tav knew she was falling for him in some ways but she didn't realise just how bad it had become until she got shot in the leg while killing a vampire hunter for him.

Meanwhile, Astarion really doesn't understand Tav and her strange solutions to problems and ignoring it really isn't working well.

I've already planned a part 4 because I'm addicted. Tav is not mentioned by name.

Content Warnings: She/Her Tav

Word Count: 3k words

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Though she tried her utmost to appreciate every environment they explored (if only because she would otherwise go crazy), she couldn’t find much she liked about the swamp. Not even with its sweetened flowers, warm sunlight, and strange sheep.

She was almost a thousand percent sure those were polymorphed humans but she refused to worry about them yet. Whatever had created them surely would reveal itself and for now, she focused on the bigger problem before her.

A monster hunter standing before her with a friendly smile on his face and a laugh echoing across the swamp as though he hadn’t threated one of her companions.

He may not know what he’d done but it put her on edge regardless.

She made sure not to look at Astarion, a subliminal concern in her. She refused to give too much attention in case it drew his gaze over to those glinting red eyes or faded but very obvious scars nestled against pale skin.

Instead, she stepped forward and demanded all the attention she could with a loud voice and a smile. “Sounds awfully boring,” she said. “To hunt one creature for so long and not make any progress. Hardly even a challenge or thrill to just slowly camp somewhere and wait.”

The hunter chuckled and she seethed. “The first thing you learn in my line of work is never underestimate your opponent. This spawn has been eluding me for quite some time.”

She tried to keep her expression neutral but struggled. Even in her best moods, she couldn’t hide what she thought and the anxiety in her chest was stronger than ever. Maybe he would think the worry in her face showcased a fear of the creature rather than of him.

“Only a spawn?” she asked. “Pity. Not like it’s a real vampire. There’s little glory to be had in such a hunt.”

He frowned at the accusation in her tone and raised an eyebrow, perhaps confused by the hostility in her voice.

Before he could answer though, Astarion drawled, “I don’t know. I’m sure a vampire spawn could still rip your throat out if he felt like it.”

She couldn’t help a slight smile. Though perhaps not happy, he didn’t sound nervous which meant they fight should be easy. Lae’zel, bored as she was, never complained about further bloodshed and undoubtedly this hunter had no experience facing a gith sword.

Her own bloodthirstiness surprised her. Rarely did she feel the desire to spill blood quite as intensely as she did now and no guilt followed. This man dared to threaten somebody she cared for and she immediately moved to murder.

She really needed to be careful of the strange hold Astarion had on her.

“He is right, unfortunately. They’re only weak when compared to their masters. During the day we have the advantage but when night falls, you will not find a more dangerous quarry.”

She pretended to wince. “Awful for somebody like you to hunt something so fierce when you appear barely able to fight one of these sheep. Should I not worry about one of these spawn creeping up on you when you least expect it?”

The hunter appeared thoroughly offended and Lae’zel snorted in what she had started to learn may be a laugh.

“Well, we’ve stayed alive so far so perhaps we can focus on that.” Astarion reminded her of a cat playing with a mouse. But the cat also hovered far away from the potential battle, uncertain.

“It’ll be safer for you to keep patrols at night,” the hunter warned. “Just in case it tries anything.”

“I don’t think I will.”

He tried to be friendly and helpful but now he simply frowned. She almost felt bad for turning rude and abrasive, noticed how her response made him a little more uncomfortable but not enough to reach for a weapon. Her hand however drifted closer to her blade.

Morals said she should provide him a false lead and send him on a wild chase far away from her party.

Her brain said he may be a threat. If he doubled back or found out about her deception, he could sneak into their camp and take Astarion before she noticed.

And her heart told her if she let him go, Astarion wouldn’t relax again. He may not even stay in the area if he thought the hunter lurked nearby – too jumpy and flighty to stick around their group.

Her morals would need to keep quiet until she dealt with this.

“Maybe we should take him up on his recommendation,” Astarion suggested. “Or deal with this threat now.”

“Take him out before he hurts anybody,” she said and it was an agreement.

The hunter waved his hands quickly. “Oh, I wouldn’t recommend hunting a vampire spawn if you have no experience. You may be a strong fighter but I doubt you’d be able to challenge one.”

“I wasn’t speaking about Astarion,” she said. “If he wanted me dead, he’s had ample opportunities so far.”

Astarion hummed, almost chuckling. “You’re not wrong. It’s lucky that you’ve proven yourself far more useful alive.”

The hunter’s gaze slowly drifted between her and Astarion and her grip tightened on her blade. “That’s impossible,” he said as he reached for his crossbow. “There’s no way you’re –“

She stepped forward and slipped the blade free. Steel sunk deep into flesh and he choked out a garbled, surprised sound as his throat split open. Disgusting.

Blood sprouted from his neck and down his chest as he fell backwards, eyes wide with shock. But she had been too confident and she didn’t notice how he’d managed to get his crossbow out; how he pulled the trigger even as the last of the dark red pulsed from his throat.

The bolt stabbed directly through her thigh. It drove straight through the leather and pierced the flesh beneath even as the others drew their weapons to assist in a battle she’d already won.

She collapsed to one knee as his body thumped against the ground with a few ragged gasps. This was scarcely her first time being shot by a crossbow bolt but something must have coated the weapon. Poison or enchantment, she didn’t know but the pain and the weakness spread fast through her body and her blade fell onto the soft grass below.

“Are you alright?” Wyll arrived at her side first, concerned.

“I’m fine,” she reassured him through gritted teeth. “He’s dead right?”

“From what I could see,” Astarion said with a dramatic sigh. “Well, that’s a pity. I wanted to kill him myself.”

She ignored him and put a bit of pressure on the site of the injury. Her muscles burned fiercely as she decided to leave the bolt in for now. Rather not pull it out when she didn’t know what clung to it.

She slowly stood and blood pulsed down her leg in thick rivers. It slicked the area between her armour and left awful, sticky trails.

No visiting the strange old woman it would appear. She refused to explore a swamp when her leg felt like this.

She stepped forward and hissed in pain, just about collapsing once more if it hadn’t been for Wyll’s support on her back. Definitely something strange about this one.

“We do have spare health potions,” he said as he looked at the bolt. “But this has some magic on it. We should get back to the camp to make sure it isn’t going to deal any long-term damage.”

“I like that idea,” she admitted with a strained and uncomfortable laugh. “It’s a little sore.”

Over the past few days, she’d had many close calls with many weapons but this wooziness… she hated it. The air around her swam as she limped her way along the ridiculously long road back to their camp, reassuring her companions with soft words which held no purchase. Even they could see the way the energy drained from her body with each step.

She accepted only the occasional of assistance from Wyll and tried to make it appear as though the injury didn’t bother her.

Honestly, it had been her fault entirely. She should have noticed the crossbow and been more aware of when he pulled it free. Anger clouded her vision then and still did as they walked back.

The audacity of such a man who dared to threaten her friends… he agitated her even now when he lay on the floor, destined to be anything more than food for the various animals in the area.

Astarion didn’t return her occasional glances nor did he offer help.

She hoped he hadn’t become upset at her actions. Though he may have wanted to kill the hunter himself, she had seen an opportunity and taken it before anybody got hurt.

Well, aside from her.

The enchantment on the bold got removed swiftly but her body needed time to recover and the evening passed uncomfortably. Every muscle burned and her breaths came in soft, quick succession. She tried to keep her complaints quiet and not bother any companions. She had the antidote; she had a bandage. Now all she had to do was wait.

And wait.

The night’s hours stretched long as she lay in her tent. She prayed for sleep to find her but the ache in her bones and the burning pain refused to allow her an opportunity forward.

The footsteps distracted her from her twisting and turning. For somebody so akin to sneaking around, Astarion had stopped doing it after he’d given her a heart attack and she ended up headbutting him. He’d complained non-stop over it for at least an hour but now he didn’t sneak around anymore.

He stepped through the entrance of her tent, his hair haloed in moonlight. The night suited him as well as the day did. He looked practically ethereal as he drifted into her tent, every bit the predator she’d been warned about.

“Well, don’t you look like an absolute mess.”

She rolled her eyes and tilted her head away from him. “And it’s all because of you.”

“Me? It’s hardly my fault the man had a poisoned crossbow. You could have dodged it, you know. I’ve seen you twist your way out of worse hits than that.”

Almost always because of luck but she wouldn’t tell him as much. Instead, she offered him a small smile and tried to stop the tremble in her limbs. At least the pain felt lighter than before.

“Aren’t you meant to be cured or whatever by now?” he asked.

“Shadowheart said it’ll heal up by the morning at latest. I just have to last until then.” Exhausted of lying down, she pulled herself up into a sitting position, leaning against her travelling chest with her legs stretched out. “I’m surprised you came to visit. Are you worried?”

He put his hand to his heart and smiled. “You wound me. Of course, I’m worried. It’s not every day I find somebody dedicated enough to slice a man’s throat in my name.”

“The others would have done the same to keep you safe.”

“Nonsense. I wouldn’t trust any of them with catching a spider.”

She laughed. Though he complained, they were growing on him and she didn’t even need to prompt him to join their impromptu gatherings anymore.

“They like you.”

He ignored her comment and instead spoke of something else. “I believe my old master sent the hunter. He wants me back under his thumb, as I expected. This won’t be the only person he sends and not all will go down so easily.”

“I won’t get distracted next time then,” she laughed.

“Distracted?”

She gestured at him, knowing better than to voice the protectiveness for what it was. She didn’t understand it much either. “I’ve always told you how pretty you are. Now look what those sharp eyes have done. I couldn’t stop looking at them.”

She could play his game too. Offer him compliments and flattery instead of truth when he felt vulnerable.

“You can’t distract me with compliments,” he scoffed.

“Oh, I absolutely can.”

If she had the energy to do so, she would have continued but the wound pulsed in pain and she turned her attention to it, pressing against the soft skin to try and make it stop. The red bandage twisted her stomach into knots but it had stopped bleeding after a while.

Astarion appeared close to her unexpectedly, close enough to kiss with the smallest smirk on his face.

“You must try to stop yourself from getting hurt like this,” he said, trailing the faintest brush over her thigh. “It’s a waste of perfectly good blood. I almost couldn’t contain myself when I saw it running over your skin.”

She tried to laugh but it came out more exhausted than anything. “I’ll try but I make you no promises. My blood isn’t only yours.”

“Not yet. Perhaps the next time you give me the opportunity, I’ll drain it all so you can’t waste it.”

She tilted her head to the side to bear her throat, an exhausted but teasing smile in place. “I did say you could feed off me this morning, right? You’re welcome to take a bite now if you’re hungry.”

He appeared to not be able to tell if she joked or not. She smiled to tell him she was. Even if she had the blood to spare right now (and honestly, she didn’t), she doubted Astarion planned on feeding from her when he already felt as though he owed her some strange debt.

She’d noticed that about him. He only propositioned her when he felt as though he had to give her something in exchange.

It made her concerned.

He scoffed. “You couldn’t pay me enough. I can smell that rancid poison in your veins and it’s awful.”

She groaned and rolled her head back. “I hate this. It’s worse than that stupid apple I ate when we first entered the swamp and just as awful as when the goblin managed to sink its axe into my arm the other day. I thought I caught something from that at least.”

He chuckled. “Well, whatever magic was, it was likely intended for me so it probably won’t kill you.”

“If it’s going to kill me, I’d like it to get it over with. This pain is horrific.”

She expected him to leave soon but she took the opportunity to tap the spot beside her, asking him to sit down. What better company could she ask for? Elves didn’t sleep and despite pretending, Astarion certainly never allowed himself to meditate for very long at all.

“You’re very demanding, aren’t you?” Regardless, he took a seat and they lapsed into silence, punctuated only by her soft and somewhat shaky breaths.

She wanted to ask about the hunter. Wanted to know more about his old master and why he would be so desperate to claim a spawn back. Vampires could create as many spawn as they wanted to and he didn’t need to keep one at all times. It felt like a great deal of energy.

But as the silence stretched out, only one really bothered her enough to make her speak.

“Are you alright?”

“Obviously,” he laughed. “I’m not the one who got shot, was I?”

“No but I wouldn’t want to know a hunter is after me. I don’t want you to feel like you’re unsafe here.”

His smile turned bitter and unhappy as he answered that, his mouth twisted into a scowl. “Safe? Nowhere’s going to be safe as long as Cazador remains alive. The reach of a vampire lord goes far beyond what you may think.”

She may be a little light-headed for a proper conversation but she kept conscious, if unable to stop herself from leaning against his side. He was so cool. It felt amazing against the feverish nature of her skin and she wanted to hug him so badly.

“If he tries anything, I’ll make sure he doesn’t take you.”

He frowned at her and shifted his weight, not quite moving away from her but also not wholly embracing it. She hoped he would move away if he felt uncomfortable, as he did to a few of her other casual touches.

“You’re greatly misunderstanding the power he wields,” Astarion warned, his voice soft. “It would never be as simple as what we’ve seen so far. If he wanted to, he could stroll into this camp and whisk me away before you even noticed what had happened.”

Her solutions were a little scattered so she went for the easy one, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together before she could think about it.

“There,” she murmured. “If he tried to take you away now, I’ll notice immediately.”

Astarion’s muscles turned strangely tense and he made a small coughing sound, muttering something about how she would lose a hand then. She didn’t really hear it. Sleep crept up on her fast with the relaxing touch of his cool body and she lowered her head to his shoulder, eyes drifting closed.

When she woke in the morning, she lay alone in her tent beneath almost every blanket she owned and feeling brilliantly better. The pain faded and she felt ready to take on a hag.

Which incidentally is what they ended up doing. She spent the longest time afterwards wondering if she’d dreamed the previous night or not, distracted enough to nearly spill a bottle of unknown potion all over Gale. After a multitude of apologies, they made their way out and if Astarion’s hand brushed against the back of hers for a second, she didn’t mention it further.

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[brabblesblog]

Goodnight Moon

No longer one-off fic about what happens whenever you tell Astarion to feed on you tonight.

Or, he said he wouldn’t wake me up, but what if I want to be up?

Read on AO3.

Part 2.

Masterlist.

You’re always awake at night. Too awake. Before, it was because you enjoyed reading books on the bed, taking yourself on adventures that you know you will never have. Reading as the hours slip by, the candle shrinking as the night slowly consumes it.

These days, there’s no books, or candles, or bed. The still unfamiliar sight of open sky above your head is beautiful, if a bit disconcerting. You sigh as you stare at it, trying to find some of the constellations you read in your books. Rubbing your eyes, you sigh and try to stay awake as the boredom slowly slips into drowsiness. You can’t sleep - won’t sleep.

You wait.

An hour passes. Maybe even two. You’ve almost drifted away when you finally hear soft, almost silent footfalls. You open your eyes to see dark crimson ones widening in surprise.

“I’m certain I didn’t make enough noise to wake you up,” he says, in his best stage whisper. He sits next to you and smirks down at you. “Waiting for me? I did tell you I wouldn’t disturb your slumber tonight.”

You rub your eyes, watching him quietly. Why did you even stay awake? You’ve known him for not long, but there was no doubt he had captured your attention the moment you laid eyes on him. He was beautiful, that was objectively true, but what drew you to him was how mysterious he was. Incredibly loquacious, and yet no matter how much he spoke little was revealed about him. He was undoubtedly dangerous, not just because of what he is - how he spoke to your other friends said as much. That deceptive, almost condescending way he spoke to them was what informed you of the danger even before he revealed himself to be a vampire. To you, however, he seemed to be kinder, although you weren’t sure how authentic those flowery words were. You did wish they were true though, just like how you wished him coming over right now was because he actually liked your company and not just your blood.

“Just not sleepy, I guess,” you lie. You and he both know it. He nods, accepting it for now.

“Should I go, then? Wait for dreams to take you before I-“

You grab him by the wrist as he turns to leave. It’s one of the rare moments where you take the initiative and touch him. He doesn’t pull back, just stiffens and turns to face you with an inquisitive look on his face.

“Look. I- I sleep late normally. I liked to read books back in the city,” you stammer out. “Just don’t bother waiting for me to sleep whenever we do this. I’m okay being here for it.”

His expression opens up in confusion for a split second, then he recovers, a smug smile replacing it. “Who would I be to refuse you that, darling,” he murmurs. “Settle down then. I shall make it quick.”

You lie flat down, staring up into the stars again. Truth be told, you hated it when he first bit you. The icy cold, the numbness spreading through your body, the weakness the next day. But you wanted to see him, to feel him so close by, and for at least a few moments see him with his guard down. To be the one to provide him with what he needed. It was odd, you thought, as he slowly hovered over you and began leaning in, how much you craved to be with someone you’ve only began to know. As the tips of his teeth found your neck, you clench your fists together, preparing for the pain.

His eyes flicker down at the movement, seeing it. Bracing. It is then that he realizes that this might not be exactly what you wanted. He’s quite certain you’re attracted to him - the looks you give him and the way you blush when he talks to you are all but screaming it to everyone who can see. But why let him bite you? Why stay awake for it?

The day after he first bit you, he had propositioned you as a way to thank you and to solidify his position in camp. You had agreed, and it had mostly gone quite as he had expected, but you were very oddly perceptive. When you looked at him, it seemed like you saw through what he was doing. You had told him he needn’t do it if it was because he felt like he owed you, and in the morning after you had noticed that he wasn’t completely there. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of all this yet, but he figured there might be a way to appease you for now. His hand moves to your clenched knuckle, soothing it. He fought back the urge to bite and replaced the fangs with lips, placing a soft kiss on your neck.

“Is this what you wanted, my sweet? You could have just said so,” he whispered.

“No,” you say, although your entire body screamed yes. “I really just don’t mind being awake for it. Can you just get on with it?” You want it, so, so much, but something about that first night did not feel right. You’re almost sure it was transactional, the way he offered to bed you after you fed him; the way he turned cold after the deed was done. He probably thinks of you merely as someone who could give him what he wanted. That was painful, but fine. You were willing to accept whatever small dregs of affection he was doling out.

He stiffens almost imperceptibly at your words, mind working away at this new information. Nothing in exchange for this feeding? Odd. He knew you were attracted to him, hells, your pulse thrumming against his lips told him all he needed to know - but refusing sex was totally foreign. He blinked twice, regained his composure and then said, “Well- well then by all means. I shall, as promised, be quick. You won’t feel it.”

As fast as he could, he bites down and takes his first gulp of blood. His eyes blow out, the red becoming bright. The warm blood rushing through his mouth is almost overwhelmingly wonderful, until the hand still on yours feels your hand ball into a tight fist. Pain. He closes his eyes as he feeds from your essence and tries to ignore the knot in his chest from that realization, telling himself that you allowed him to do this, wanted him to feed so he could be strong and fight. And probably because you were under his spell. The thought doesn’t give much comfort to him.

You raise your hand and quietly pick out a few pieces of dirt from his curls, trying to distract yourself from the cold seeping through your body. You can feel his body getting warmer as he takes your blood, no longer radiating an icy coolness where he and you are in contact. This wasn’t what you would ideally wish for, but it was enough. You sigh softly as your hands work at cleaning his hair, wishing things were different. How ironic it is to finally be in your own adventure, but have it turn out to be like this. In the books, romance was always uncomplicated. The prince was always a prince who loved the princess truly.

The soft, sad sigh broke through his bloodlust. He had noticed you picking at his hair, and though he wondered, the taste of your blood was more than enough to keep him from thinking about it too much. That sound though, intensified that knot in his chest and he finally pulled away, licking off the last of the blood. Reluctantly he sat up, looking at your face with an expression that couldn’t be easily read.

“As much as that was fun,” he said, trying to lighten the mood, “I best be off. Catch myself some critters and fill myself up that way. Don’t be jealous, darling, they won’t taste anywhere as good as-,” he purred, but his sentence died in his throat as you flapped a tired hand at him.

“Go, Astarion. Be safe. Good night,” you mumbled tiredly, giving his hand one quick squeeze before turning away from him and curling up, trying to regain warmth.

Without anyone watching him, his mask slipped, revealing guilt and a big wave of fondness for you, which also caught him by surprise. Stamping it down, he took one last look at your form, silently wishing you a good night’s rest, then turned to leave for the forest. His hands carefully felt at his curls where you touched them, realizing the matted blood and dirt there was gone.

He hunted all night and fed as much as he could, but his hand would always inadvertently find its way back to those curls whenever his thoughts lapsed back to your tent.

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[keldae]

For the record, this is ENTIRELY @greyias 's fault. You know what you did, Grey. ;)

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This was not how Gale Dekarios had imagined his day going when he'd woken up that morning. He sighed, then held his arm out to Shadowheart. “Pinch me.”

Shadowheart blinked, looking up from the view before the pair. “What?”

“Pinch me. I need to wake up from this nightmare I'm in right now.”

“Either we're sharing a dream, or this is our reality now.” Shadowheart looked back at the ground, and at the two wheels of cheese that were rolling around by her and Gale's booted feet. “This may as well happen,” she added with a sigh. “Our lives have become strange enough.”

Gale groaned, giving the djinni a nasty look over his shoulder, but wisely not saying anything. Opening their mouths was how first Astarion, and then Deviali, had wound up in their predicament. “I don't suppose you know how to restore them?” he asked.

Shadowheart shook her head. “I was rather hoping you had a spell of some sort.” She looked back down at the two cheeses. “Perhaps Jaheira knows something?”

“Perhaps,” Gale mused. He also looked at the two cheeses. “Whichever one of you two is Devi, could you… I don't know, do something to identify yourself?”

One of the wheels of cheese started to jump straight up in the air, making it almost as high as Gale's knee. The other flopped over onto its side, almost with an air of dramatic dismay.

“I'm assuming this one is Devi,” Gale murmured, stooping to pick up the bouncing cheese. “If you're Astarion, this is going to be very awkward.”

The cheese seemed to vibrate in his arms, not unlike a purring tressym.

“How in the hells is she – or he – doing that?” Shadowheart tilted her head at Gale’s cheese, then stooped to pick up the remaining cheese. “Well, if that makes you Astarion, then come here.”

The cheese that was presumably Astarion stood back up and rolled away from Shadowheart's hands.

The cleric scowled at the cheese and brushed her white bangs out of her eyes. “Oh, you're certainly Astarion – Devi isn't usually that contrary for the sake of it.”

“Are we talking about the same Devi?” Gale asked. “As in the same person who snarked off to two Fists?”

“She normally isn't that contrary with us,” Shadowheart corrected herself. “... Usually.” She glared back down at Astarion-the-cheese. “You can't bite me as a cheese, you know. I am not intimidated by you.”

The wheel of cheese spun around once, then released a puff of green-yellow gas around itself, carrying with it a foul stench of cheese that had been left in the sun for too long. Gagging, Shadowheart lurched away from the cheese, holding a hand over her nose. “That was not necessary!”

Shifting the cheese that he hoped was Devi to one arm, Gale drew the sleeve of his robe over his face. “Oh, that's foul,” he groaned, before frowning down at his cheese. “Don't even think about it.”

Devi-the-cheese merely sat placidly in Gale’s hold, seemingly unbothered by the smell originating from Astarion. The other wheel of cheese, that had once been a vampire, seemed to radiate an air of smug satisfaction, along with the odours.

“I swear, Astarion, I will stuff you in a sack and drag you back to camp!” Shadowheart threatened. “Gale, could you conjure one up?”

“I could,” Gale started, “but you will still have to get Astarion in the sack. And my hands are a little full with Devi.”

“Devi's smart enough to know that if she tries rolling away, just to be a little shit,” Shadowheart started, “I'll stuff her in the sack with Astarion. I'm sure you can safely set her down for the minute it will take to wrangle our vampire cheese.”

If a cheese could glare, the wheel in Gale’s arms would have done just that.

Gale sighed, then looked down at the grease from his cheese, already staining his robes. “How has this become my life?” he asked out loud, setting the cheese on the ground. “Stay,” he firmly said to the cheese, trying to not think about how much the fool he had to look for talking to a wheel of cheese, before he conjured up a burlap sack, surely large enough for two wheels of cheese.

The cheese that had been Astarion promptly started rolling away as fast as it could move.

“Get back here!” Shadowheart snatched the sack from Gale, then chased after Astarion, dropping the bag over him before he could roll to safety in the djinni’s tent. “Ha! And if you try to gas me again with that smell…”

Bemused, Gale watched as Shadowheart wrestled the cheese into the bag, then stooped to pick Devi back up. “Thank you for not giving me reason to stuff you in there with him,” he said to the cheese, then sighed. “I'm talking to the wheel of cheese that was my lover ten minutes ago, as though you can answer me. Mystra help me, I think I'm going mad.”

Devi said and did nothing, beyond settling into Gale’s arms like deadweight.

“If we were truly going mad,” Shadowheart commented as she walked back up, the sack slung over her shoulder, “they would be talking back to us.” She looked at the sack as it writhed, a very angry wheel of cheese contained within and protesting its confinement. “Is it wrong for me to be impressed with how much he's able to move?”

Gale shook his head, then adjusted his grip on his cheese. “We had best hurry back to camp. The sooner we find a way to restore them, the better.”

—

Naturally, there was an uproar at the camp when wizard and cleric returned – one carrying a wheel of cheese in his arms like a tressym, and the other swearing at a writhing sack on her back. “You left for an hour!” Wyll exclaimed, eyes wide. “And you got both of our thieving experts turned to cheese?”

“We didn't get them turned into cheese!” Gale indignantly corrected. “Astarion accused the djinni of cheating first, and then Devi yelled at the djinni for turning Astarion to cheese before Shadowheart or I could intervene!”

Wyll groaned, looking much older than his years for a moment. “But they're still cheese,” he pointed out. “And you have no spells to… un-cheese them?”

Gale shook his head in confirmation, then looked pleadingly at Jaheira. “Please tell me you know of a way to restore them,” he begged the High Harper.

Jaheira sighed, running a hand over her face. “If your magic didn't restore them, then none of my spells will.” She frowned contemplatively at the cheese that had been Devi, then at the sack as Shadowheart set it down, rubbing her lower back gingerly. “But you say it was a djinni who turned them into cheese?”

Shadowheart nodded. “Gale and I thought it wiser to not try demanding he fix them… although I seriously contemplated stabbing him.”

“Wise of you,” Jaheira nodded. “Most djinni spells like this are temporary. I would expect the effect to wear off eventually.”

“How long is ‘eventually’ to last for?” Karlach asked, gingerly prodding the sack and getting an angry flinch for her trouble.

“I'll be worried if they haven't turned back to themselves by tomorrow morning,” Jaheira shrugged. “In the meantime, keep them far away from the camp supplies – and perhaps it's safest if nobody eats any cheese at all between now and–”

Gale sensed the Weave's flickers a second before there was the whoosh of displaced air. The sack suddenly grew much larger, with the distinct appearance of constrained limbs pushing against the burlap. “Get me out of here!” Astarion bellowed, sounding not unlike a furious cat.

There were the sounds of poorly-stifled snickers around the camp as Wyll and Lae’zel scrambled to free the vampire from his burlap prison. With what little dignity he had left, Astarion got to his feet once he'd been free, bestowing Shadowheart with the most murderous glare Gale had ever seen on his face. “You. Stuffing me into a sack like that!”

“You were being uncooperative!” Shadowheart retorted. “If you had let me pick you up and get you back to camp without gassing us–!”

Astarion sniffed, and promptly winced as he took a sniff of his clothes. “Ugh! And I smell of that gas now!” He glared at Gale. “And you – helping her!”

“The alternative was chasing you all the way back to camp, and potentially needing to save you from a hungry refugee!” Gale scowled at the vampire, adjusting his grip on Devi-the-cheese. “Devi was nice and cooperative for us, even if she did leave a grease smudge all over these robes…”

If a cheese could look smug, Devi would have been doing so.

“Wait, how long was it between Astarion and Devi being transformed?” Halsin, who had been quiet for the moment, finally spoke up.

“I wasn't exactly keeping track of the time,” Gale started, “but–”

He realised his peril a second too late, as a flash of light illuminated the camp before Devi rematerialised in his arms, replacing the cheese. She wasn't a large woman, but Gale had not expected her weight so abruptly – he tried to hang onto her for a second before dropping her to the ground. “Ow!” Devi yelped as she landed hard on her ass.

“... Sorry, love,” Gale apologised, as Karlach lost her composure and burst into laughter. He stooped to help the half-Elf back to her feet. “But, welcome back?”

“Thanks,” Devi said, wincing as she gingerly rubbed her tailbone where she'd landed. “And thank you for not following through on that threat to stuff me in the sack with Astarion… and for saving me from those refugees who tried to barter for me.”

“On the list of things that I never expected to do in this life, protecting my polymorphed cheese lover from hungry refugees who wanted to trade for her was something I could never have even conceived of.” Gale sighed, shaking his head as Astarion went back to reaming Shadowheart out, and as Shadowheart snapped back at the vampire's anger in a building argument. “Have we learned a valuable lesson today?”

“Yes.” Devi's eyes narrowed. “And I'm about to learn another one, pertaining to if djinnis can be killed with mortal weapons–”

Gale put both hands on Devi's shoulders and met her eyes with the most stern look he could muster. “No. You are not going back to pick another fight with the djinni. I am not taking the risk of you being turned into a cheese permanently.”

“But–!” Devi frowned. “He was cheating! And he turned Astarion into a cheese first!”

“I do not care!” Gale bore the thunderous expression that had many a student quail before his ire – to his annoyance, it seemed to have no effect on the love of his life. “Some fights are not worth continuing, Devi. Just leave it.”

“But he–!”

“Or I will ask Halsin to sit on you as a bear to make sure you don't try to go after the djinni again,” Gale threatened. He ignored Halsin's frown upon being used as a threat, before the druid stepped away from the group.

Devi scowled, then her eyes turned pleading. “Come on, Gale. Best case scenario, I get revenge on that smug bastard of a djinni–”

“And the worst case scenario is that I lose track of you as a cheese and you get eaten,” Gale retorted. “A refugee, or a citizen, or one of our party, or –” He suddenly felt the blood drain from his face. “If Elminster were to drop by our camp again in search of me and find you as a cheese instead! That man has never shown restraint around any cheese as long as I've known him.”

“You have no idea how badly I want to make a comment about you being the only person allowed to eat me,�� Devi muttered, just loudly enough for Karlach to dissolve into howls of laughter again and for Lae’zel to loudly snort in amusement; Gale forcibly swallowed his comeback to that, feeling his ears go hot. Either ignorant or uncaring of her wizard's plight, Devi looked back at Gale quizzically. “Would Elminster actually eat a stray wheel of unidentified cheese?”

“I've seen him do it, love.”

“... Oh.” Devi sighed, giving up on her dreams of revenge. “Fine, I won't shank the djinni.”

“That's my girl.” Gale sighed in relief and gave Devi a chaste kiss, then paused. “... Erm, don't take this the wrong way–”

“I swear, if you say I taste of cheese, Gale…”

“... No, you taste of, um, the spiced sausages you had for breakfast?”

“Good save.” Devi nodded, then looked over as Halsin meandered up to the group, an impish look to his eyes. “Why do I feel like I'm not going to like what you have to say?”

Halsin’s lips quirked. “I really did think about making a cheesy joke,” he started, “and thought better of it. But I am a little peckish, so before I enjoy a snack…” He held up a small wedge of cheese, and now he didn't bother hiding his grin. “Is this anyone we know before I eat it?”

Gale groaned out loud as most of the camp dissolved into snickers. “You are terrible,” he growled at the unrepentant druid, then looked at Devi. “Are you all right after that ordeal, my love?”

“Nobody has asked me if I'm all right, after being stuffed in a sack!” Astarion loudly complained. “Or apologised!”

“Considering you gassed me with that vile stench,” Shadowheart growled, “I daresay we're even.”

“Even? For stuffing me into a bag like a stray cat?!”

Devi shook her head at Astarion and Shadowheart, then looked at Gale. “I'm fine, all things considered. But if eating cheese gives me strange dreams, what am I going to have tonight after being a cheese? Dreams of being eaten by Elminster?”

Gale sighed, feeling more grey start to appear in his dark hair the longer he thought about this subject. “We don't have any wine left over from last night, do we?” he asked the group at large. “I think Shadowheart and I have earned a break for wrangling cheeses this morning.”

“What about those of us who were turned to cheeses?” Astarion demanded. He turned his glare to Wyll as the other man tried and failed to hide his laughter behind his hand. “It is not that funny!”

“I will never be able to look a cheese in the eye again,” Gale quietly groaned, feeling a headache blossom behind his eyes. “Devi – for the sake of my well-being and peace of mind, please do not ever insult another djinni and get turned into a food again.”

“No promises,” Devi brightly said, making Gale groan again. The stress of this group, and the entire cheese misadventure, was going to make him look Elminster's age within a tenday at this rate.

#bg3 #bg3 fic #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #Shadowheart #gale/tav #minor spoiler for Act 3 #crackfic #humour #if you know you know #aftermath of the circus #astarion

[fatale-distraction]

Brief follow-up of my previous Rolan drabble HERE. Still working on the in-between (stinky grouchy tiefling wizard gets PUNISHMENT BATH and then fuck) but I thought this part was funny enough to share. I hope it makes you giggle.

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An explosive commotion from outside made Rolan look up from where he was hunched over his drink at the bar. Shouts and the pounding of footsteps had adrenaline spiking throughout the inn as people unsheathed weapons, readied spells, and ducked under tables. The children gathered behind Rolan as he stood, glowering at the door. They clung to his robes tearfully as the door to the Last Night Inn slammed open.

"Rolan!"

His knees nearly went out from under him as his siblings pushed through a crowd of battered and bruised Tieflings and gnomes. He might have fallen to the floor, stunned by the waves of relief washing over him, had Lia and Cal not charged forward and flung their arms around him. He cradled them close, pressing their heads into the crook of either side of his neck along with tearful kisses to their temples. "You idiots," he whispered hoarsely when the three pulled apart. “You complete idiots, what were you THINKING? I thought you were dead! How did you escape?”

"Tav," Cal gasped. The bright expression on his face waned and Rolan felt his chest squeeze painfully.

"Where is she?" he demanded. Lia and Cal exchanged a heavy look. "Where IS she?"

"We're not sure," explained Lia. "She stayed behind to cover our retreat. "But she's MAD, and I don't just mean in the head. With that kind of rage driving her, I'm SURE--"

"Everyone get the fuck out of the way," Jaheira's voice cut across the room, interrupting tearful reunions as three stragglers stumbled in, supporting a fourth between them. It was Tav, blood dripping like water from her face. She fell into Jaheira’s arms and the Druid began to drag her across the floor as Astarion and Karlach lifted the half-conscious girl’s feet. Shadowheart hurried along beside them, her hands glowing dull with the last dredges of her magic.

Rolan’s gut twisted. The blood wasn’t just on her face, but oozing between fingers clasped over a stomach wound that would fester if not treated immediately. The Druid was already going to work on her, but Rolan immediately began shoving his way through, snapping and snarling at anyone unfortunate enough to get in his way. His siblings exchanged a glance as they trailed behind.

“MOVE,” Rolan barked with bared teeth, knocking an unlucky gnome halfway across the room. His fingers lit and sparked as he manipulated the Weave around the gaping wound in Tav’s belly, knitting veins together, purifying the blood, cauterizing ragged flesh shut over distressing pink coils. Jaheira refocused her efforts on the still dripping wounds on her face as Shadowheart slumped back on the floor and buried her tired head in her knees. Astarion dropped down next to her, breathing hard. “What the fuck happened?” Rolan demanded.

“The Ironhands blasted the walls out to free everyone,” Karlach supplied, wiping sweat from her brow. “Noise drew the guards. It was our job to keep them busy while the others escaped. Prison warden tried to go after them and Tav threw herself at her.”

“Bloody stupid girl,” Astarion groaned, running a blood-stained hand through sweaty hair.

Rolan took special care to tread on the vampire’s toes as he moved to get a better look at Tav’s injuries. “Get a bed cleared up for this woman,” the tiefling snarled over his shoulder. “She’s a hero thrice over, which is more than any of you can say.”

“I’ll ignore that remark,” grumbled Jaheira. She had Tav’s head cradled in one arm as she healed the massive gash across her cheek, and Rolan could have sworn he saw a tired smirk on the younger woman’s face where it was pressed against the Druid’s breast. Jaheira pinched her cheeks hard with one hand. “Stop that smirking, Tav, this doesn’t count as second base.”

“Yes it does,” she mumbled, voice muffled against Jaheira, who scoffed.

“If you’re well enough to flirt, you’re well enough to walk,” she said, pulling Tav up to her feet as Rolan finished his work.

Tav swayed briefly on her feet and took a step. “I’m fine,” she insisted as those surrounding her put their arms out to steady her.

She took another step and swayed again.

“No—“ Astarion warned from the floor.

“Catch her!” Jaheira shouted, leaping for Tav at the same time as Rolan and Karlach, each just a second too late as Tav hit the floor face first with an absurd splat that startled a snorting, hysterical laugh from Astarion. Shadowheart just groaned and covered her face again as the other three stared helplessly at the bloody heap of Tav on the floor.

“Well,” Jaheira sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Someone put her in a bed.”

#bg3 rolan #rolan #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #tiefling siblings #rolan x tav #all my Tavs are gay for Jaheira

[lipstickghoulie]

Ribbons of Blood

-Ascendant Astarion/fem!reader (smut, soft smut, restraints/tying up, blood drinking, very light assplay, PIV, creampie, dirty talk)-

It had taken you over an hour to use mage hand to move the silken ropes over your body, even with your considerable experience using the cantrip for non-lascivious purposes. Still, it was hard for you to guess at some of the knots when you couldn’t actually see them, such as when the ghostly apparition of the hand was fastening your wrists together at the small of your back, and as such, the whole experience was more frustrating and time consuming than you could have imagined. You persevered though, and managed to finish using mage hand to secure the last loop of rope just a few minutes before Astarion opened the bedroom door, flouncing into the room in a pique of temper without even looking at you at first.

“Gods, darling, you won’t believe how busy the tailor’s shop was when I stopped by to pick up our traveling cloaks. What’s even the point in being a vampire lord when-“

Astarion’s words cut off with a breathy exhalation as he must have spotted you, bent over the edge of the bed with your hands tied behind your back with a length of crimson rope and legs spread, clad only in a white lace pair of panties. You couldn’t see his facial expression but a delightful shiver ran down your spine at what hunger you imagined might be making its home in his eyes.

“And what did I do to deserve such a perfect… little… gift wrapped present?” Astarion’s voice was suddenly much closer as he drew closer to where you were displayed over the bed, testing out the strength of your bonds by yanking on them in between pauses. He must have been satisfied by how secure they were since he hummed and skated his fingertips over your shoulder blades instead.

You wiggled at the warm touch of his hands against your cold flesh for a moment (such a reversal from when you first met) but beyond that, you didn’t move or attempt to break free. Demurely as you could, you told him, “You’ve been so stressed out lately, what with the new Council of Four sniffing around and with the holidays in general, I thought you might appreciate a little stress relief..”

Astarion huffed out a laugh, his fingers trailing down to bolder territory as they moved down to the waistband of your underwear, feeling the lace as if inspecting their quality and certainly not because he was shifting the material around to rub against your clit and the swells of your ass, of course not.

“Is this an invitation to use you for stress relief, my sweet treasure?” Astarion asked lowly, rhetorically. He knew that was what you had surely intended by making yourself so helpless for him like this and it was clear by the rumbling heat in his voice that he liked the idea.

You nodded quickly, your chin scuffing against the lavishly embroidered and down filled blankets underneath you as your head signaled your enthusiasm. You realized that Astarion couldn’t exactly see your face well from this position though so you clarified, “Yes. I want you to use me however you’d like, in any way that you’d ever dreamed of. I’m yours.”

There was a thick, cryptic silence that stretched out between you as Astarion didn’t say anything in response, his fingers still pulling at your underwear lazily and intermittently making it brush up your clit when you least expected it, making you jolt even as you struggled to stay limp and patient. Your lover not speaking didn’t worry you like it might with others; you knew that he needed time to decide what he wanted out of this little game of yours. Besides, you trusted him. You trusted him enough to know that he would never do anything to hurt you, that he would stop immediately if you asked him to. You would have not brought this salacious idea to fruition (or agreed to spend eternity with him, really) if you didn’t trust Astarion more than you trusted yourself.

Almost agonizingly slowly, one of his hands crept underneath your panties but not to where you expected. His thumb delicately pushed its way between the pert cheeks of your rear. Your breath hitched as it circled the puckered ring of your anus as unhurried as molasses dripping, just pressing down on the hole but not going inside.

“Would you let me take my pleasure here, if I wanted to? Would you let me spear open your tight little ass on my cock?” Astarion murmured inquisitively, and while you thought you could hear a smile in his voice, you couldn’t say for certain.

The thought made you squirm, though it was both with arousal and trepidation. You’d never been fucked there before or experimented with anal play but with Astarion… you’d be open to it. You knew that he wouldn’t do anything that would harm you and besides, he probably was experienced enough to do it in a way that wasn’t uncomfortable. The sensation of him teasing over your asshole was strange but not bad strange, the kind of strange that made you wiggle a little like you were being tickled.

You confirmed levelly, “Yes. I meant it when I said you could make use of me in any way that you wanted, my love.”

“You really would, wouldn’t you?” Astarion said, amused and in awe, his fingers slipping back out of your underwear and skipping up the raised bumps of your spine instead. “You’d allow me to debauch every one of your holes like you’re nothing like a fuck doll made for my pleasure, you would permit me to greedily use you like a sodden cock sleeve even after everything else you’ve already given me.”

His words made a shiver drip down your spine that you were sure that he could feel under his fingertips. Yes. You would let him do anything he wanted to you and more. His statements felt like a test but that didn’t matter. You would encourage Astarion to act out any fantasy that he had ever fantasized about. Didn’t he deserve it? Didn’t he deserve everything you had to offer him and then some? After performing for hundreds of years and having to bring pleasure to so many others while his mind was miles away, shouldn’t his desires matter now? You’d do anything for him, let him consume you and destroy you, if it would make up for even a small fraction of the atrocities he had endured and soothe even a speck of Astarion’s worries.

You didn’t have time to answer before Astarion grasped your hips firmly and flipped you over so you were flat on your back against the bedding, taking you by surprise. You saw him for the first time since you started this conversation and what you saw in his face took your breath away as if it had been punched out of you. Astarion’s lips parted slightly as his tongue swept over them as he gazed upon the exposed planes of your body, his pupils dilated in a ravenous and intense need. More compelling than that though was how his facial expression was soft, loving, reverent in a way that bordered on fanaticism.

When his touch left your hips, you whined at the loss of any kind of contact between you but Astarion just chuckled, his fingers flying over the fastenings on his wonderfully tailored shirt to slip it from his shoulders. You watched eagerly, pressing your thighs together in your impatience as he worked leisurely at each layer of clothing until he had a pile of apparel off to the side of the rich, scarlet carpet by the bed. The way he carelessly threw aside fabric that cost hundreds of coins as if it was nothing but rags reminded you of how messy and cluttered his tent used to be during your travels and the thought made you shake your head in fond exasperation. Thank the gods that you had servants now or you feared that this place would be just as filthy and disorganized with how badly that he took care of things. It seemed like you were the exception and the only thing in his possession that he handled with a careful touch.

Now nude himself, Astarion’s hands returned to your body, coasting up your rib cage and thumbs petting over the underside of your breasts. You could see his erection jutting out already even though barely anything had happened yet, a few drops of precum welling up at the tip as if inviting you to swipe your tongue over it and savor the salty taste of his arousal. Your wrists, bound underneath you and digging just slightly into your lower back, reminded you that you couldn’t and you weren’t the one in control here.

Astarion dipped his hips forward and pressed his stiff dick against your panties, stroking it over your panties starting at the shape of your lower lips around the edges of lace and ending at your clit. You both groaned loudly, simultaneously; Astarion at feeling how drenched you are even through the cloth and you at how amazing even that brief moment of friction felt, your back arched off of the bed and gave your wrists a reprieve from your weight on them. Thankfully, the ropes were made from a gentle and almost ribbon-like material that didn’t seem to be abrading your flesh (or at least not yet).

“If I can truly use you how I want to, do whatever I wish with you, I’d like to make love to you the way that you deserve. The way that we both deserve,” Astarion said tenderly, peppering his words with caressing kisses across your collarbones as he continued rutting his cock against your covered pussy. Every torturously lazy grind against you just coaxed out more fluids to the point that you could feel your upper thighs getting coated by your own need. “You’ve given me so much, darling, even now. And I’d just like to take my time with you.”

You could barely think at all when his palms took the weight of your breasts on completely and squeezed, enjoying groping them and making them move to his liking. Still, you couldn’t help but smile as your heart melted a bit at Astarion’s sweet declaration. You hadn’t really been sure what to expect when you had offered yourself up like this, though you had been mentally prepared for your lover to satiate himself with you in any manner of ways, and he had surprised you anyways. Then his fingers went to your nipples, pulling them and watching them harden and stand out under his expert attentions, and suddenly your brain stopped working at all beyond experiencing pleasure.

Your eyes were drawn to the way your juices were already wetting his cock when Astarion pulled back, highlighting every glacial blue vein bordering his erection and making a whimper mewl off of your lips at just how badly you needed him, how badly it felt like you’d combust if he wasn’t inside of you soon. His mouth tilted down to cover yours, his tongue dancing over the tips of your fangs (something you were sure it would take you another decade at least to get used to, especially how they still made you lisp on certain words while you were unused to their new residency amongst your other teeth). You kissed him back desperately, as if you required him more than blood, than life itself.

“So eager, my delectable present,” Astarion muttered against your lips as he broke the kiss, his hands now working to slip your soaked underwear off instead of massaging and squeezing the plushness of your tits, throwing the scrap of lace somewhere in the direction of his own clothes. Your thighs opened easily for him to fit himself between them, brushing his cock head over the frill of your clit the while you shivered and remained helpless and mostly immobile beneath him.

Your chin was gripped, hard enough to get your attention but not enough to hurt, and yanked upwards to meet his red stare. They bored into you with an intensity that he usually reserved for finding the best place in his enemies’s backs to bury his blade. Astarion ordered you sternly, “Eyes up here, beautiful. I want you to look at me as I take you, I want you to be very aware of who is making you feel like this. Do you understand? Eyes on me.”

Without reservation you nodded, your head moving up and down as much as you could with his hand holding you somewhat in place.

That was all that he needed to continue and his hips tipped into yours with the pace of someone who had all the time in the world; you could feel every inch, every millimeter of his cock as your pussy strained to take him. You were so wet from your grinding session that he didn’t have to struggle that much to bully into your tight, hot channel but still, even he had to freeze for a moment to take a shaky breath when you clenched around his girth when he was only situated halfway into your slit. Soon enough though, he was deep inside of you, down to the root of him, and it felt like being home. It felt like being complete, like your whole life had been leading to this moment of you being underneath the love of your life as he made room for himself in your cunt the same way that he had in your heart. The bright, energetic note of bergamot that always seemed to overpower the other notes of the perfume that he wore by the end of the day, maybe amped by Astarion’s skin chemistry now that it could warm like anyone else’s. It settled into your senses, like a comforting blanket at the end of a long day.

He seemed to relish the way your eyes widened and mouth went slack when he started moving in earnest. Astarion had always been so calm and controlled every time you two were intimate but now, with you restrained, it seemed like it had opened a door mentally for him because his demeanor was starting to go in a different direction this time. His nose was brushing up against yours on every thrust, eyes burning into yours feverishly, hands framing your face and brushing your already sweat-sticky strands of hair away from your cheeks and neck. Astarion seemed uncaring about his own silvery curls clinging to his forehead already as he sweated his pomade off. The world had narrowed to just the two of you as you shuddered and moaned with every undulation of those svelte hips into you.

“You feel so good, so tight,” Astarion groaned, voice breaking, “Such a selfless gift for me, such a perfect, sweet bride…”

Something about the angle of his cock battering into your walls and the praise he’s doling out combined to make your orgasm approach at a gallop, your stomach tensing in preparation for your inevitable ruin. “Astarion, please, I’m going to cum!”

You weren’t exactly sure what you were asking for when you said ‘please’ but Astarion seemed to understand better than you did. He stopped his frantic eye contact and grabbed the back of your head, pressing your sharp teeth against the beckoning curve of his throat. “Drink, love, let me fill you in every way that I can,” He purred sensuously, though the way that his fingers trembled as they buried themselves in your hair showed that he was just as affected as you were.

You knew that other vampires didn’t let others feed from them like he did with you, even with the little that you knew of vampire lore. What this meant, exactly, you weren’t certain but you were grateful. Even a sip of his blood seemed to sustain you for weeks over even the freshest human blood, seemed to make you faster and more quick witted than ever before. His blood was his own kind of gift and one that Astarion seemed to give freely to you, especially during sex. It even seemed to turn him on, excite him, guiding you to leave your mark over the one that Cazador had imprinted on him all of those hundreds of years ago as if you could overwrite it with one made with love and respect instead of fear.

You tensed your jaw over his flesh and sunk your fangs into Astarion with a nearly inaudible snikt noise. The whine he let go at your bite was extremely loud and utterly depraved, the sound only adding fuel to the fires of your desperation. Even with Astarion moving your head for you, the feeding was sloppy and it was hard for you to latch onto the vein especially with the staccato pounding of his cock into your wet, gripping pussy. You got a few decent mouthfuls of his blood before it started pooling and drooled from the corners of your mouth. That was enough to aid you into your orgasm though, jerking and clawing at the bed underneath your pinned hands, the sheer pleasure blanking your mind but making your delirious cunt soak his pistoning dick. Still, you kept feeding, swallowing down every drop that you could even through your release, mindless in your hunger. The sweet, metallic tang of Astarion’s blood, so much like the flavor of the gelatin candies he favored these days from Cormyr, coated your tongue so deliciously that he couldn’t even resist having a taste. Astarion pulled your hair at the nape of your neck to pull you away from the sugary ambrosia of his neck, it made you hiss at the light yank but any sting was soothed when his mouth swept across yours.

Your tongues slipped against each other as if they were vines entangling and trapping, Astarion savoring the fluid slip of his blood mixed with your saliva. Then you could feel the pulsing of his cock inside of you, your still shaky walls squeezing out spurt after spurt of his cum deep inside of you as he rasped a broken exclamation of your name and the word “fuck” against your lips. His body made a few more languid, half-hearted rolls against yours as his dick softened and relaxed. Finally, he reached down to help his length escape your now flooded, stretched hole, giggling a bit breathlessly as he saw the mess that he had made of you.

The next order of business was freeing you from the bonds that you had created; Astarion making quick work of undoing loops and knots. You noted wryly that it had taken him seconds to unfasten what had taken you over an hour to get set up in the first place. Astarion rubbed over your wrists as if trying to make sure that your circulation was fine and that your arms hadn’t fallen asleep. You, quite frankly, were enjoying the attention so you didn’t remind him that your circulatory system didn’t really work like that any more and that you were fine. What was the harm in him fussing over you?

After a few moments of the two of you taking deep breaths (also not really necessary in the reality of things but something you both did out of habit to calm down) and swallowing down any more lingering traces of Astarion’s powerful blood, he laid a loving, chaste kiss on the knobs of bone in your palms near where you had tied the knots of your restraints. The move was rather innocent considering that you had a pool of several different types of bodily fluids from both of you pooling underneath your sweaty and exhausted frame.

“That really was sweet of you, my love,” Astarion mumbled with a content sigh. “You may trust me a little bit too much but I can’t complain when it nets me wonderful rewards. And you are, as always, the best form of stress relief that a man could dream of. Is there something I could do for you in return?”

You were tempted to just say no and that you already got rewarded as well but… closed mouths don’t get fed, as the saying goes. And you definitely had an idea for something you wanted to try.

Batting your eyelashes at him coquettishly, you cooed, “I wouldn’t mind if you were the one tied up next time. So handsome and completely at my mercy… that sounds like a reward befitting your consort, don’t you agree?”

You could practically see Astarion’s pointed ears prick up in interest, even as they flushed a light pink at the concept. “That it does,” he crooned back darkly, capturing your lips in another heated, passionate kiss. Oh, this was going to be another interesting week in the Crimson Palace and you couldn’t wait for your prize.

#astarion smut #ascendant astarion #ascended astarion #ascendant Astarion smut #astarion x female reader #astarion bg3 #my writing #my fics #my fanfiction #my fanfic writing #my smut

[abigailmoment]

In The Absence Of Stars

Tags: Tragic Kindness, Post-Solitary Confinement, Disassociation, Vampire Spawn Culture, Terrible Hurt and Strange Comfort, Starvation, Healing from Trauma, Polyamory, Community Building, Eating Disorder, Codependency, Self-Harm Through Neglect, Prevented Suicide Attempt, Familiars As Service Animals, Learning, Getting Better, Hurt and Actual Comfort

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Astarion's neck prickled and his hands tightened around his mug. He knew he had limited time. And he knew he was doing this wrong. He was at a table in the back corner, and that was wrong of him. He should be at the bar. He should be on display. That's how you drew people. Pretty didn't work if it was hidden in a corner.

Pretty didn't work if it was hidden under stone.

"Are you all right?"

Someone was close. Someone had gotten close, and Astarion hadn't even noticed. Something inside of him flinched, but the impulse didn't make it to his body. There was a strange delay between mind and movement.

When he did move it was to look up and try to make sense of the shape next to him. Tall. Green. Teeth.

"You're not all right," said the half-orc.

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This was inspired by this story by @ineadhyn.

I made the Samaritan a half-orc because I needed someone who would be completely unafraid to walk someone else home at night in Baldur's Gate. By the end I realized that the kind but assertive voice I had for him was based quite a bit on Finch, who belongs to @everchased and who therefore should be credited for inspiration.

It obviously isn't actually him, because that would be unbearably hideous, and also he's in the future, smiting evildoers. Possibly this is some great grand-uncle.

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Astarion couldn't talk properly.

He was out, but his voice was back in the crypt. Trapped under a slab. Dusty and broken.

He ordered a drink by pointing. He had coins in his pocket. He had found them months ago. There was loose change in tombs, if you looked hard enough. For long enough. Funerary rites. Coins for the dead. Meant for a different corpse. His now.

Five copper for a year of solitude. Not…not a very good price.

It was enough to buy a very cheap drink that he didn't want. A necessary prop, he remembered.

He remembered the rote things. The need to get a drink to justify existing in this space. He remembered where this space was. The taven's name had changed, he was fairly sure, but it was much the same. Dingy, but not filthy. Populated by few groups, mostly solitary drinkers. Poorly lit.

Even the dim lantern light made his eyes hurt. Everything seemed so bright.

The light was better than darkness, anything was better than darkness, but it had been so abrupt. Nothing and nothing and nothing and then an assault of light and hideous movement. Dragged out by Godey. Washed by Aurelia. He had mauled a rat to tatters and not had time to pick the skin out of his teeth before he had to leave. He had to find someone. As he always did. As if it hadn't happened. As if the last year hadn't happened.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to fold down on the floor and cry.

He took his drink and went to find a place to sit. He held it with both hands. His grip was about as reliable as his voice. He found a table. He held his drink as if it meant something to him. He sat still.

This was…this was bearable. This moment. Sitting here. Away enough from the lanterns that they didn't blind so much. There was movement and noise, which was good because if it got too quiet he might actually scream, but it wasn't all around him, like it had been on the street. It wasn't doing anything to him.

At the moment.

Astarion's neck prickled and his hands tightened around his mug.

He knew he had limited time. And he knew he was doing this wrong. He was at a table in the back corner, and that was wrong of him. He should be at the bar. He should be on display. That's how you drew people. Pretty didn't work if it was hidden in a corner.

Pretty didn't work if it was hidden under stone.

"Are you all right?"

Someone was close. Someone had gotten close, and Astarion hadn't even noticed. Something inside of him flinched, but the impulse didn't make it to his body. There was a strange delay between mind and movement.

When he did move it was to look up and try to make sense of the shape next to him. Tall. Green. Teeth.

"You're not all right," said the half-orc.

He leaned over and Astarion didn't know what to do. Scripts were jumbling together in his head. There were all sorts of things he was supposed to do when someone leaned into his space and he wasn't doing any of them. Just sitting there. Like a mouse. Or a statue.

"I think you've had a little too much…" the half-orc was saying, because he was leaning over to look at Astarion's drink. He stopped talking briefly when he saw it was untouched.

"…something," he still maintained, with a fair amount of confidence. "Are you here with anyone?"

Astarion shook his head. Always no to that.

The half-orc looked relieved that he'd actually responded, and eyed him critically for a moment. Then he sat down in a chair across from Astarion.

"Did you drink something?" he asked Astarion. "Or eat something?"

A rat. It had been a moment of abject ecstasy and nowhere near enough. But that's not what was meant. Astarion shook his head.

"Did something happen to you?" the half-orc asked.

Astarion didn't shake his head. He didn't nod. What was he supposed to say to that?

"There's a Fist officer on the street outside," the half-orc said. "Do you need me to…?"

"No."

Then Astarion coughed, because there was still dust in his throat.

"Okay. Okay." The half-orc was holding his hands up. "Not that. That's fine."

Astarion finished coughing. He took a drink of pointless liquid. His hands were shaking. He was so useless right now. If even this was too much, he had no idea how he was going to…

"Do you live nearby?" the half-orc asked him.

That ticked a familiar note in Astarion's brain. That was part of a script, but it wasn't part of this script. Whatever this was. Astarion just stared at him.

"Look. I'm going to get you home, all right?" the half-orc said.

Something inside of Astarion froze. It couldn't be this easy. It was never this easy.

He nodded.

And it was easy.

Astarion was helped to his feet. He was steered very gently around the tables, chairs and other solitary drinkers. The door was opened for him.

They walked through the dark streets. No one bothered them, because one of them was six feet tall and had tusks. Astarion didn't even have to talk. He just pointed down the streets where they needed to go.

The half-orc kept a hand on Astarion's arm. Not possessive. Astarion knew possessive. It was like he was concerned Astarion might fall over and wanted to be in a position to do something about that if it happened. And it had been a year. A year since any kind of touch like that. And it was light enough that it didn't overwhelm, and Astarion felt like his body was somehow devouring it through the point of contact on his arm. Like the rat. Abject ecstasy and nowhere near enough.

And Astarion kept pointing down streets leading them closer and closer to his home.

It felt like there was a mortar and pestle inside of his chest. And every step he took turned the pestle and ground away at something. Something slender and enduring. Something that he hadn't realized he still had, didn't remember the name of, and that he was slowly destroying by doing this. A feeling like watching the night sky and seeing stars winking out.

They stopped at the base of the main stairs, that led up to the familiar mahogany door of the least convoluted entrance.

"You gonna be okay from here?" the half-orc asked.

He sounded a little intimidated. Because Astarion had led him to a castle.

And there was a moment, when the dying, ground down thing inside of Astarion's chest fluttered. A keening desire to do something, anything, other than what he was currently doing. But it was an impulse that didn't translate into motion. A death rattle. Because he was fresh from a lesson about sentiment. And the night sky was black, like the inside of a tomb.

"Would you mind…" Astarion started quietly, and stuttered, but managed to thread the words together in the end: "I may have trouble with the stairs."

"Sure," the half-orc said, immediately.

And he helped Astarion up the stairs and into the Szarr Palace.

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This was supposed to be a short story about the POV character.

It is now an ongoing series about the half-orc. There are going to be about twenty chapters. I have all of it outlined and much of it written.

Gods preserve me. The rest of it is on AO3. -

#Astarion #bg3 #fanfic #Tragic Kindness #Post-Solitary Confinement #Disassociation #Hurt No Comfort #At Least In The First Chapter #Hurt Eventual Comfort #I just need time to write it all