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[luvnami]

im rereading my work and realising at the that describing astarion as sunlight is such a parallel lol, because he himself might never experience the same comfort that he exudes

𝐬𝐮𝐧.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - written for gn!reader/tav, and for myself, who needs the comfort. this was written in one seating and not proofread, so please forgive any mistakes or irregularities lol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 660

・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・

“sweetheart?”

astarion’s voice and a knock at the door makes you freeze.

“are you alright?”

tears trickle down your cheeks. damp spots darken the inn’s worn bedlinen, and you struggle to find your voice amidst a congested nose and tight throat. your knuckles curl around the blanket that you’ve thrown over your head. grey clouds creep across the horizon, foreboding a downpour at any second. 

“i- ah-”

in an attempt to clear your nostrils, you sniffle and snort back thick mucus. it hits the back of your throat and you go into a coughing fit. astarion shifts his weight uneasily behind the door, hand hovering over the doorknob. 

“can i come in?” 

he speaks softly; warily. 

“yes. please.”

your words come out like a plead. the door squeaks on its hinges as astarion pushes it open to your room. you see nothing but bleak rays of candlelight that creep through the threadbare blanket, yet you know the vampire approaches you judging from the quiet shuffle of his feet across the wooden floorboards. 

“whatever is the matter?” 

the edge of your bed sinks down under his weight. your teeth dig into your lower lip, heart beating against your chest. somehow, you’re embarrassed to show astarion your face (and more than that, perhaps. all of the reasons that had caused your poor heart to shatter into pieces leave your mind in an instant and you feel silly – a fool, for crying over an assortment of nonsensical reasons). astarion’s hand rests on your shoulder, even as you lay curled up with your back to him. 

maybe he would take you for a child. immature: one who knows nothing of the world but flowers that bend to a spring wind’s will and gentle, foamy waves that kiss sandy shores. you imagine astarion might even be upset. perhaps you should have told him something was wrong earlier, or he would get frustrated that you were crying in your crib like a newborn babe. 

your mind swims with a hundred tales to excuse your tears, but before you can utter a single word, you feel astarion’s warmth press against your back and his arms wrap around you. 

“you don’t have to say anything, my dear. cry all you need.”

fresh tears rise to your eyes and you instinctively clam a hand over your mouth, stifling the sobs that make your shoulders tremble. 

“i will be here – with you, for you.”

the coil in your chest relaxes. astarion holds you close as you shatter apart once again.

.

at some point, you turn over in bed and peel back the covers. your eyes meet. yet, astarion’s gaze does not change from one of love to that of disgust, of frustration. his thumb gently wipes away a last tear that clings to the inner corner of your eye. your eyelid flickers shut in response, and you sniffle once more. 

“i’m sorry,” you choke out. 

“for what?” he replies, almost incredulously. 

astarion seems puzzled. your bottom lip quivers as you rest your head on his chest, still encased in your blanket cocoon from the shoulders down. 

“i got snot on your shirt.”

he pauses. then astarion lets out a soft huff of amusement, hand finally coming to rest on your lower back. 

“why would you ever apologise for that?”

he leans forward and presses a kiss between your brow. before you can reply with a halfhearted ‘i don’t know’, astarion rests his head in the curve between your neck and shoulder. his curls tickle your cheek, but you stop him. 

“i have all of eternity. so please take your time, my love. all of mine is yours.”

astarion’s warmth feels like that of the sun meeting the earth, glowing rays spilling across the cusp of the land. you stand barefooted in the plains of faerûn. as grass blades tickle your ankles and birds leave their nest to cry the morning forth, the astarion offers you his hand. 

you take it.

#hmm just thinking tho #i didnt even realise that while writing

[luvnami]

Just curious but by any chance, is the ask you meant "How would Astarion react to Human!GN!Tav explained to him that they always try to help others because they know how it felt to be helpless & to get help at their lowest? With a fluffy ending!". If it is, good to know! I'm glad to know I'm thrilled that you want to cover this in your fic! If not, I see! I would love to read your fanfic! Only if you don't mind of course! I appreciate you too! I hope you have a nice day!

HELLO YES!! it is you... i wanna cover a fic that is about working through astarions perception of love, but i don't want tav to fix him. i want him to fix himself. i read a fic of ascended astarion where he implodes and questions tav if he's just a fun puzzle for them to figure out and it broke my heart so... it'll be a bittersweet ending though, and i should probably get past act 1 of bg3 before i write this 😭😭

#ive been so busy #im almost done with act 1 tho!! #im at the underdark rn

[luvnami]

my writing process is so ugly LOL

#i have a note where i furiously type the most #unhinged ideas that i wont understand an hour later #then write like 10 drabbles and stitch them together #then delete the whole thing because im not satisfied with it

[luvnami]

@ HELPLESS ANON REQUESTING ASTARION AND HUMAN GN TAV I SEE YOU... ASKS MAKE ME A BIT NERVOUS TO REPLY THEM DIRECTLY BUT I WILL GET TO YOU IN DUE TIME I PROMISE

#omg... the serotonin that receiving asks gives me #thank u anon #i kind of want to cover this in a fic im planning so i might not like #yk #write a whole thingy for it #and i also dont write per requests unless it really inspires me #but tysm for ur time #i appreciate u #pls have the mostly loveliest of days #— babes! 💖

[luvnami]

i was casually looking through some wikis and finding out that astarion was born in the 'year of the carrion crow' and turned into spawn in the 'year of the daystar' makes me so sick to my stomach

source

#his death was foretold at his birth #dear lord help me #bg3 astarion #bg3 spoilers #— honey! 🍯

[luvnami]

𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐮𝐫'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝟑 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!!

・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・

𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐧

polaris

sun.

#— honey! 🍯

[luvnami]

has anyone considered modern au astarion where he is a prosecutor

#thoughts #very sexy and appealing... #astarion bg3 #— honey! 🍯

[luvnami]

i am taking astarion x human!tav angst/fluff ideas...

#let me cook #as the cool kids say nowadays #astarion x tav #astarion x reader

[luvnami]

𝐬𝐮𝐧.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - written for gn!reader/tav, and for myself, who needs the comfort. this was written in one seating and not proofread, so please forgive any mistakes or irregularities lol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 660

・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・

“sweetheart?”

astarion’s voice and a knock at the door makes you freeze.

“are you alright?”

tears trickle down your cheeks. damp spots darken the inn’s worn bedlinen, and you struggle to find your voice amidst a congested nose and tight throat. your knuckles curl around the blanket that you’ve thrown over your head. grey clouds creep across the horizon, foreboding a downpour at any second. 

“i- ah-”

in an attempt to clear your nostrils, you sniffle and snort back thick mucus. it hits the back of your throat and you go into a coughing fit. astarion shifts his weight uneasily behind the door, hand hovering over the doorknob. 

“can i come in?” 

he speaks softly; warily. 

“yes. please.”

your words come out like a plead. the door squeaks on its hinges as astarion pushes it open to your room. you see nothing but bleak rays of candlelight that creep through the threadbare blanket, yet you know the vampire approaches you judging from the quiet shuffle of his feet across the wooden floorboards. 

“whatever is the matter?” 

the edge of your bed sinks down under his weight. your teeth dig into your lower lip, heart beating against your chest. somehow, you’re embarrassed to show astarion your face (and more than that, perhaps. all of the reasons that had caused your poor heart to shatter into pieces leave your mind in an instant and you feel silly – a fool, for crying over an assortment of nonsensical reasons). astarion’s hand rests on your shoulder, even as you lay curled up with your back to him. 

maybe he would take you for a child. immature: one who knows nothing of the world but flowers that bend to a spring wind’s will and gentle, foamy waves that kiss sandy shores. you imagine astarion might even be upset. perhaps you should have told him something was wrong earlier, or he would get frustrated that you were crying in your crib like a newborn babe. 

your mind swims with a hundred tales to excuse your tears, but before you can utter a single word, you feel astarion’s warmth press against your back and his arms wrap around you. 

“you don’t have to say anything, my dear. cry all you need.”

fresh tears rise to your eyes and you instinctively clam a hand over your mouth, stifling the sobs that make your shoulders tremble. 

“i will be here – with you, for you.”

the coil in your chest relaxes. astarion holds you close as you shatter apart once again.

.

at some point, you turn over in bed and peel back the covers. your eyes meet. yet, astarion’s gaze does not change from one of love to that of disgust, of frustration. his thumb gently wipes away a last tear that clings to the inner corner of your eye. your eyelid flickers shut in response, and you sniffle once more. 

“i’m sorry,” you choke out. 

“for what?” he replies, almost incredulously. 

astarion seems puzzled. your bottom lip quivers as you rest your head on his chest, still encased in your blanket cocoon from the shoulders down. 

“i got snot on your shirt.”

he pauses. then astarion lets out a soft huff of amusement, hand finally coming to rest on your lower back. 

“why would you ever apologise for that?”

he leans forward and presses a kiss between your brow. before you can reply with a halfhearted ‘i don’t know’, astarion rests his head in the curve between your neck and shoulder. his curls tickle your cheek, but you stop him. 

“i have all of eternity. so please take your time, my love. all of mine is yours.”

astarion’s warmth feels like that of the sun meeting the earth, glowing rays spilling across the cusp of the land. you stand barefooted in the plains of faerûn. as grass blades tickle your ankles and birds leave their nest to cry the morning forth, the astarion offers you his hand. 

you take it.

#bg3 x reader #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #bg3 fluff #bg3 comfort #bg3 astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion fluff #astarion fanfiction #astarion fic #astarion fanfic #astarion x you

[luvnami]

i may be cooking a new astarion fic...

#IF I CAN BRING MYSELF TO WRITE IT #... #human tav dies xx #— honey! 🍯

[luvnami]

coming back to tumblr after like, 2 years away is WILD. i glanced through my old fics and wanted to burn them all into the ground

#— honey! 🍯 #pls dont bet on me posting consistently #maybe ill write another bg3 thing tho

[luvnami]

ai oh my god i missed you so much i hope ur doing great

OH MY GOD YOURE ALIVE??????????

#— angels! 👼 #HOLY SHIT #I MISS YOU TOO

[luvnami]

would it be a sin to write astarion gentle and soft

#— honey! 🍯 #idk why theres so much smut for him #look i love a good smut fic #and astarion is not a fragile man by any means #i dont mean to infantalise him #but i want to give him the gentle quiet love he deserves #to be known is to be loved #to be known is to overcome the fear of judgement of self

[luvnami]

𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - it's been a while, apologies if my writing is rusty. i've been playing bg3 and it's all i can think about recently, so i hope you enjoy this short piece. written for gn!reader/tav

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - risa​

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 486

・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜・ ゜ ʚɞ ゜ ・ ゜

not a cloud taints the night sky of your camp. the wind is refreshing for a midsummer’s night, rustling the leaves of nature. the moon hangs high above the land in an expanse of inky darkness speckled with blinking stars. 

astarion lies next to you. his naked skin presses against your own, and the curls of his hair tickle your cheek lightly. his thumb runs in circles on your hip idly as his eyes ponder the night.

“astarion?” 

“yes, my love?”

he replies instantaneously, the affection rolling off his tongue in a single breath. the corners of your lips curl into a smile.

“what are you looking at?” 

“constellations.”

in an attempt to make sense of the stars, you tilt your chin upwards and gaze into the sky. it all seems to be a mess of scattered luminescence to you. you rest your hand on his waist. 

“which ones? i can’t make out anything.”

“the north star, darling. polaris.”

you squint. the campfire crackles a distance away from the both of you. the rest of your party members lie in deep slumber, but a loud snore from halsin breaks your thoughts. you giggle. astarion huffs lightly and rolls his eyes. 

“and here i was enjoying a quiet night,” he mutters. 

“he must be tired.”

“mm.”

astarion turns onto his side. he nuzzles your neck, lips barely ghosting the bite marks he had given you earlier on. goosebumps prickle your skin and your body leans into his. 

“the stars themselves revolve around the north star. did you know that?” 

his breath is warm.

“no, i don’t find myself looking at the sky much. how do you know that?” 

“you learn a lot when the stars were your only friends for two centuries, darling. they’re more reliable than most others.”

you fall silent. astarion’s nose bumps against your jaw and you tilt your head further to give him more space. he presses kisses against your skin, trickling them down from your cheek to your collarbone. 

“i’m sorry,” you whisper.

“what for?”

“for bringing up any bad memories.”

astarion pauses in thought, and his hand grazes the small of your back. he plants his lips once more by the side of yours.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about… silly things like that. you should get some rest, or lae’zel will have my head on a pike for keeping you up all night – as lovely as that would be.”

from his waist, your hand ventures up to his cheek. astarion tenses instinctively, momentarily. your eyes meet and only then does he melt into your touch, his eyelids fluttering shut. 

“good night, astarion.”

he hums in response. 

under the watchful eye of polaris and a million other stars in the sky, you fall asleep next to the little star by your side.

#bg3 x reader #bg3 x tav #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #bg3 fluff #bg3 astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion fanfic #astarion fic #astarion fanfiction #astarion fluff #astarion x you

[luvnami]

hello tumblr pls let me out of shadows i want to POST

#bg3

[luvnami]

for either way you choose you cannot win

#— cutie pies! 🥧

[luvnami]

i may have become a bg3 girly