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Mortal Astarion X F! Human Tav. Ummm, angst.👀

For decades, this manor offered him a place to call home in the truest sense. 

The hallway was a sacred gallery, adorned with paintings that were not mere canvases, but tangible echoes of their life together. Each brushstroke, lovingly rendered by her hand, captured the essence of cherished memories.

Whenever he opened the door at the end of the hallway, he was greeted by the radiant smile of his beloved, and the hearth beckoned him to surrender to its comforting embrace. Yet, it was the vast window next to it that held the greatest significance. The tender caress of sunlight danced across his skin as he lost himself in the pages of a book beside her. It was here, bathed in the golden rays, that he could truly revel in the miracle she had bestowed upon him – the cure to his vampiric curse, a gift of life, a reminder of the depths of her love and the power it held to transcend even the most insurmountable of boundaries.

Here at home, he had found everything his heart desired.

But nothing is ever truly perfect. Life simply doesn't work that way.  Even the mightiest of fortresses cannot withstand the relentless march of time.

He thought he was ready for it, but not like this.

Never like this.

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The poem cited is "When You Are Old" BY W.B. Yeats. One of my favorites.❤️

Alright, thanks for reading the second installment of my "this did not really happen to my couple". After delving into the mortality of my Tav, Amaara, I found myself confronting a fear more profound than death itself – the fear of morbidity, of life's vibrancy fading before its inevitable end. So I decided to yank my CP around this theme. Self-indulgence at its finest.😊

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Astarion X F!Tav. Mindless Fluff as usual. Post game settings.

Relationship scenario: Missed Birthday. In my HC, elves do not celebrate birthdays; they celebrate Name Day, which occurs about every four years. It's probably some private setting I inhaled during my tabletop days.

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Astarion X F!Tav, ummm, fluff? Set post game, a couple months before the reunion. Warning: blood. long post.

This took me forever! I put some tender loving care into some of the panels =)

Despite feeling dissatisfied with my own artistic abilities, I cherish this little comic. Through Amaara's words, I was able to express why Astarion was dear to me.

Wyll is more physically attractive to me and Gale feels like my kindred soul. For the longest time I find myself wondering why, out of all the characters, I fell in love with Astarion. This comic explains it all, and I'm incredibly grateful to everyone involved in creating him.

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Astarion x F! Tav mindless fluff. Set around Act 3, post Cazador.

Relationship scenario: Boyfriend shirt moment. LOL.

I enjoyed drawing him over and over again. Plot? What plot? He is the plot =)

Anyway, I wasn't too thrilled with it. I grappled with this project for months, on and off. You can easily spot panels done around the same time because my style underwent big changes over the past half year. I gave up on trying to fix it, and got it done. Moving on.

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My wizard and her dashing rogue. <3

I have all three of these done now. Time to hand them to my hubby and see when he can make me that mini folding screen decor thing I wanted. hmmm, I just realized her eyes were closed in all 3? oh well.

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This piece was an abandoned WIP from last year. Now after feeling stuck on multiple projects, I finally went back and finished this one.

After two centuries under Cazador's control, Astarion likely didn't even realize how much his old master's influence had shaped him. The proof came after he ascended; he transformed into another version of Cazador himself. AA is such a quiet tragedy that the person living it remained oblivious to. And spawn Astarion here is trying to shed his sire's snakeskin completely, maybe even over-reacting a bit.

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Midsummer Festival

Astarion X f!Tav: post game settings. Just some silly self-indulgent fan-work.

Relationship scenario: getting invited to an orgy. Ahem, I mean date night at a festival/fair.

I know this entire blog is quite self-indulgent, but this comic, in particular, takes the cake. It was a silly idea came to me midnight 3 weeks ago, and I went with it. We all need outlets for our strange 3AM musings! One of the week were spent solely on panel 1, so seeing the process through to the end is rewarding to me even if not much thoughts were put into it.

My Tav's mother is actually my tabletop DnD character, a Sune cleric. Before Baldur's Gate 3, I never gave much thought to her profession. But after experiencing BG3, the Forgotten Realms changed forever for me. It's like installing Lovelab into Skyrim—suddenly, everyone is horny.

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They are not dead, they are sleeping lol. This is inspired by my recent dream. I dreamed of discovering Astarion lying on a bed of roses. I went to lay down next to him, and we turned to look at each other and smiled.

When I was madly in love with Garrus Vakarian, I had so many steamy dreams about him😳. They were scientifically plausible and oh very imaginative. I was hoping to have that with Astarion too, but it never happened. I dreamed of Astarion quite often, in different situations, but never once in a sexual context. The best I got was a peck on his lips. Initially, I thought maybe I had outgrown having erotic dreams, but then I had a steamy wet dream involving Percy from The Legend of Vox Machina, and I don't even particularly like this character...🥴

So...maybe I just have too much respect for Astarion that subconsciously, I don't even want to violate him in the privacy of my dreams? Damn.

PS. I received a lot of wonderful feedback on my previous comic. Some shared their personal journeys and thanked me for giving voice to their feelings - I'm truly humbled. One reblog commented, "I wish there was some way to thank him personally, but well, there isn't." That resonated deeply with me. So, my new short-term goal is to have a dream where I can personally thank Astarion. We will see if that's gonna happen.🤣

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Astarion X F!Tav Fluff, post game settings

Relationship scenario: the inevitable conversation about Exes.

Setting: Not long after embarking on their journey to find a cure, Amaara and Astarion had secured a room at an upscale inn upon arriving in a bustling city. They didn't venture out together much during daylight while in the cities because Astarion HATED wearing the Cloak of Dragomir.

They spent many hours secluded in their plush lodgings. Amaara tirelessly researched anything that might hold answers, while Astarion found other ways to occupy himself.

He read romance novels - part of his covert mission to learn the intricacies of relationships. For someone so well-versed in hedonism, matters of the heart were quite foreign to him.

Yet, to his immense self-satisfaction, he realized their relationship was going very well. He was feeling really smug over his perceived romantic prowess.

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"You look cute with your hair down."

"Why, thank you, but 'cute' is really not what I strive for."

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Learned plenty from my previous painting, so I painted my couple in water just to reinforce what I learned. Procreate default brushes are wonderful.

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Merry Xmas and Happy Holidays!

Initially I was going to do this...

but as I was doing my sketch, I was like...It's holiday season, give him a break. He deserves some peace and quiet. So instead... I tried to capture a cozy, comfortable, and intimate moment.

I adore him whole heartedly and genuinely want him to be happy =)

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Jaheira said to Tav at the reunion party, "Well, now. You can make yourself presentable, when you have a mind to." It inspired this headcanon:

My Tav is a nerd who has no sense of fashion, and Astarion insisted on dress to impress for the night. So he gifted her a dress, and became her stylist extraordinaire earlier that day.

Astarion X Amaara(my wizard Tav) fluff

As Amaara emerged dressed in casual leggings and a tank, Astarion arched an eyebrow. "Attending the reunion like that, my dear? '' 

Amaara glanced down at her outfit in surprise. "What's wrong with it?"

"Oh, nothing. You look lovely, and you would still look lovely covered in intellect devourer’s gray matter," Astarion tutted, casting his gaze critically over her outfit.

Amaara chuckled. "Well, I've come a long way from dressing like my elderly professors, believe me." She looked further at her wardrobe, a bit self-consciously. "But you're right - I could use an expert's guidance. So…help me pick something that looks the best, please.”

He eyed her wardrobe wearily, "Fashion falls low on your list of priorities, it’s obvious. Personally, I think you look your best wearing nothing, but alas, that’s reserved for my eyes only.“ He turned to open the seldom-used closet in the corner of their inn room, “I have just the thing in line with the grandeur I intend us to exude this evening."

“This," he declared, holding up a flowing dress in her favorite color, "is far more suitable for the occasion."

Amaara was surprised, “Wow, when did you…”

“I had it commissioned right after receiving Wither’s invitation. I do know your size most intimately, my dear.”

After she put on the dress, Astarion guided Amaara to the vanity table, an array of ornate hairpins and brushes laid out before the gilt-edged mirror. As he stood behind her and ran his fingers through her dark tresses, only her reflection gazed back - his own form conspicuously absent.

Amaara watched the mirror with widening eyes as the hairpins began lifting and gliding through the air, seemingly of their own volition to twist back intricately piled locks and spiraling curls framing her face.

She couldn’t help but giggled, “My hair decided to style itself! Now that’s a dream come true.”

A grin tugged at Astarion's lips as Amaara's peals of laughter filled the room. “Yes yes. Now, sit still, lest your hair decide to leave your scalp altogether.”

Astarion deftly dressed the unmanageable hair into an elegant, braided updo. 

With a flourish, he placed the final pin.

His voice purred low at her ear. “There now...a vision to launch a thousand torrid dreams. None shall have eyes for another, once you walk through the portal on my arm tonight."

She turned to look at him, laughter subdued, expression soft. “Thank you, my love...no one’s pampered me so in long years.”

He brushed a loose curl back, voice sincere. "A small gesture of appreciation for the happiness you’ve gifted me these past six months," he paused, leaned in closer, and confessed in almost a whisper, “Joy profound enough to counterbalance two centuries of misery.”

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Style and expression exercise. Then my hyperactive brain assigned a story to each as I attempted to sleep middle of the night.

1.

They found an enchanted amulet that can capture and store illusions—a magical 3D camera of sorts. Above is what they recorded: a truly joyous illusion of themselves. This amulet became Astarion's most cherished possession after her passing.

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2.

While attending the Midsummer Night festival, a beautiful Sune Cleric extended an invitation to them for a Sunite "gathering." She is completely clueless, while he is raising an eyebrow, "Tsk, It’s such a burden sometimes, being so irresistibly beautiful," he complained with mock despair. “The temptations never end!"

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3.

In their quest for a cure for Astarion, they found themselves trapped in a peculiar realm, compelled to relive her most agonizing memories. (I was thinking his memories initially, but that's just cruel, and their expression would be a lot more intense).

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4.

They completed a task for a minor god in the hope of earning a favor. The god reneged on their agreement and also insulted Astarion. She was furious and stood up to the god. They almost didn't survive that encounter, but Astarion did not complain.

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5.

Umm, i don't know what possessed me to draw this. They are both looking at me and going, "Really?"

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I like Style 3 the most, the direction I want to go.

I like idea 2 =) maybe I will expand that and do a comic for this idea.

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I Hail from Silverymoon: The New Beginning

POV my little fanfic Astarion X Amaara(my Tav). I won't delve into the ending of BG3, as it tends to put me in a sour mood. I just want to say that as someone who is married for 10+ years, I can already hear Astarion bringing up his "sacrifice" over and over and over again in their future.

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The morning after their wild victory celebration, Astarion had woken up feeling rather content, despite the fact that he lost the ability to walk under the sun. The room was beautifully decorated, and having Amaara next to him was nice.

"Good morning, my sweet," he purred into her ear, his lips brushing gently against her skin. He expected her to respond with a playful smile or a teasing remark, as they often did when sharing such intimate moments.

However, her groggy reply had taken him aback. "No, let me sleep," she muttered, turning away from him.

Astarion chuckled softly, but he continued to attempt to engage her in conversation. He gently nibbled on her ear, and whispered, "I was thinking about going to the Underdark, the spawns we freed need a leader."

"You can go," she muttered, seemingly without any hesitation. Astarion's frustration grew as he realized that she was agreeing to him leaving alone.

"And where will you be going?" he asked, his voice laced with irritation and hurt.

Amaara, still battling a throbbing headache and not fully awake, replied without much thought, "I am going to Waterdeep with Gale."

Astarion's anger flared. "What? With Gale? " He raised his voice, "After everything I sacrificed for you? How can you do this to me?" he said, his voice tinged with hurt.

Amaara was taken aback by his sudden outburst. She winced as the noise aggravated her hangover, and she gingerly sat up in bed, cradling her throbbing head. Confusion clouded her expression as she tried to make sense of his words.

"What did you sacrifice?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine puzzlement. She truly didn't understand what he was referring to. "And what did I do?"

Astarion took a deep breath, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. He looked at her, his eyes reflecting a mixture of emotions. Finally, he said, "I gave up the profane ascension for you! I gave up my ability to be under the sun for you! Now, you are casting me aside?"

"Wait, what? I am not casting you anywhere," Amaara replied, her confusion deepening. Her foggy mind struggled to make sense of the situation. "I am going to Waterdeep, with Gale." she repeated, "we talked about this, now you don't want to go with us, you wish to go to the Underdark, I respect your decisions. I will go find you once I am able."

"When did we talk about this?" Astarion was furious, "You would rather travel with Gale than with me?"

"…" Amaara was getting pretty frustrated too, her head felt like splitting open, patience, Amaara, she took a deep breath. "We talked about this right after Cazador's death. I said I will go to Waterdeep, Candlekeep, and even Silverymoon to find a cure for you." She signed, "now we have Mystra's chosen as a friend, I intend to use that connection. I assumed you would go with me, but you are your own person and can make your own decisions. Maybe it is for the best if you go wait for me in the Underdark."

Amaara's explanation seemed to calm Astarion's anger somewhat, although a trace of frustration still lingered in his voice. "I don't remember much from that day," he admitted, "I was not myself." He paused, then he said with a small voice, "I would still like to travel with you."

"Then we will travel at night and rest during the day. "She smiled. "We have to wait for Gale to return from Mystra. In the meantime, I will dig in Baldur's Gate to see if there is anything helpful here. Waterdeep is more promising though. In our travels, I found a hint that the Cloak of Dragomir was last seen around Waterdeep."

"What is that?" he asked.

"A cloak that allows a vampire to travel outside during the day in full view of the sun." She answered, "with drawn backs, of course, you will probably hate it, but we will have more autonomy with it. We won’t always be in the cities. There is that ancient dragon who ate my entire caravan when I was traveling to Baldur’s gate. I want to see if there is a wish spell somewhere in her hoard."

"You…put a lot of thoughts into this." His voice grew quiet.

Amaara couldn't help but chuckle at his comment, "Well, someone has to think ahead," she teased, "especially when I have a lover as reckless as you."

A smile appear on Astarion's face, "I am sorry about earlier."

"It's alright," she reassured him. "I understand you were frustrated. Forgive me for being unclear too. I am having a massive hangover. Please take pity on your lover who does not share your fast regeneration."

He grinned mischievously. "Ah, but that's the price of a good time, my dear. Perhaps I should teach you a thing or two about handling your drinks."

Amaara chuckled, her fingers gently tracing a pattern on his arm. "Then it's settled. We'll search the city and wait for Gale to return. And when he does, we'll set out on our journey together."

Astarion leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. "I look forward to our adventures, my dear. Everything is a lot more fun when we do it together. We make an excellent team."

With their plans now aligned and their connection strengthened, they faced the uncertain future with renewed determination and hope.

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I Hail From Silverymoon: First night

POV my little fanfiction

Astarion X Amaara Ashvale (my wizard Tav) Their first night together. no fluff, just smut =/

A sense of hesitation lingered in Amaara's steps, and Astarion's sharp perception didn't miss it. He watched her closely, his voice a low murmur amidst the night's quiet. "This is what you want, isn't it?"

"Yes," Amaara affirmed quickly, though a hint of embarrassment colored her response. She shifted uncomfortably, her gaze averted as she spoke. "It's just that, all my life, I've imagined my first time would be in the honeymoon suite of the hotel that overlooks the Moonbridge. I never thought I would do it out in the open like this..."

Astarion raised an eyebrow, "Your first time? I thought you had lovers before."

"I had a suitor," Amaara quickly clarified, chased away the memory of the traumatizing experience, "and a couple stolen kisses. My father was very traditional and stubbornly strict."

A faint chuckle escaped Astarion's lips. "Oh, it looks like I may be ill-prepared then. I'd like to make your first time more memorable. It's a shame we don't have a portal to Silverymoon. It would be nice to visit. I've never ventured out of the Sword Coast."

Amaara's cheeks flushed a deeper shade, her embarrassment evident. "If you would like, I can create an illusion. I want to show you where I grew up."

"Please, you've piqued my interest," Astarion replied.

With a graceful wave of her hand, the surroundings transformed. The room they stood in was adorned with soft silk and delicate chiffon. Piles of books were placed across a desk, and alchemical equipment rested neatly on the shelves. A plush bed beckoned with silk sheets, promising comfort. A large curtained window dominated the far wall.

"I've never been in a honeymoon suite, of course. This...this is my room," Amaara explained. She approached the far wall and drew back the curtain, revealing a breathtaking sight. Just beyond, the Moonbridge shimmered under the starry sky. "You can't really see it from my actual room, but this is a piece of home I always bring with me."

Astarion regarded the opulent surroundings, a nice trick, he thought, very convenient.

he had an easy smile. "Impressive illusion. It sounds like you had led quite the sheltered life."

She blushed. "Father was very protective. But I'm exploring the world now."

"And I look forward to broadening your horizons tonight," Astarion purred, pulling her close. it was better this way. Innocence, in more ways than one, made for an easier target. He offered Amaara a warm smile, his eyes softening, before pulling her gently into a loving kiss. He had observed her closely and appealed to her good side for a while now. He was confident that after tonight, This naïve mage would be fully under his spell.

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Smut Warning =/ manipulative sex. lost of virginity. oral sex.

Astarion gently lift Amaara up, and pinned her against the large window. The simmering of Moonbridge lit up their passionate kiss.

Amaara moaned softly into Astarion's mouth as his hands roamed over her body, his touch igniting a fire within her that she never knew existed. She had read about passion in books, but this was so much more intense than anything she had ever experienced before. She pressed herself against him, wanting more, needing more.

Astarion broke away from the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, his hands tracing the curve of her waist and the soft swell of her breasts. his fingers deftly undoing the fastenings of her belt. He pulled her tunic over her head and tossed it aside, revealing her supple body in the soft moonlight.

Amaara gasped, her cheeks flushing with heat. 

"You're so beautiful," he murmured. His strong arms lift her up again, and carried her to the bed.

He laid her down gently as his lips and hands explored her body. His fingers traced the delicate curve of her collarbone, before moving lower toying with the clasp of her bra. He broke away from her lips and watched her face as he undid the clasp and slowly pulled the bra down. Amara's soft breasts were uncovered to his admiring gaze. He lowered his head towards her chest and gently took one of her nipples in his mouth, drawing a soft moan from her lips.

Amaara gasped at the sensation. Her hands knotted in his hair as he teased and tug at her sensitive nipples. 

He grabbed her hand and pinned it down in a swift movement, while he moved from her breasts to her stomach, peppering it with kisses as he slowly unzipped her pants. Her skin began to quiver at his touch as he unhooked and pushed them down her long slender legs.

Amaara moaned in protest, her arms moving to cover herself, but Astarion held her wrist gently.

He smirked, voice laced with amusement, "No need to be bashful, my dear."

Amaara's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty.

"Simply lie back and allow yourself to unwind," he coaxed gently, his tone reassuring. "You can trust me."

Closing her eyes, she tried to steady her nerves, yielding herself to his guidance.

"Absolutely stunning," his words were a hushed murmur, carrying a sense of appreciation and allure.

He undressed quickly and climbed on the bed again. He resumed trailing a path of kisses down her body. The tip of his finger slowly circled Amaara's clit. "You are so wet," he breathed next to her ear. "So ready for me." He positioned himself and slowly entered her, but barely, just the tip of his length.

Amara felt this strange sensation, this delicious pressure that parted her entrance, it was not an unpleasant feeling but still she whimpered.

"Does it hurt?" Astarion asked softly, still lingered at the entrance while worked his tongue on her sensitive zones which he had just skillfully mapped out. Amaara was filled with unbridled desire and faintly quivered under the sensations that stirred within her. She could feel herself arching towards him.. Astarion let out a low chuckle, "So eager, my sweet."

He planted another passionate kiss on her lips and then stopped all his actions, "Do you want this? Do you want to be mine?" He whispered against her skin, his breath cool against her neck.

"Yes," She gasped, shifting underneath him in a desperate plea for more.

"Say my name," He commanded, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. "Say you are mine."

She glanced up and saw that Astarion's gaze held an inscrutable glimmer in its depths, but her mind was too overwhelmed to decipher his thoughts. "I'm yours, Astarion," she whispered softly. "I belong only to you."

Astarion planted a passionate kiss on Amaara as he moved his hips with one swift thrust. She muffled her pained cry against his lips and he stopped, allowing her to adjust to him. "Shh," he whispered comfortingly, "It'll pass." Then he paused momentarily, a strange smile played at the corners of his mouth as he uttered, "I smell blood."

Barely registering what he was saying, Amaara only heard the keyword "blood". She tilted her head to the side and offered her neck. "You can, ummmm, drink."

"You precious, generous thing," Astarion murmured,"I will, at the right moment." He slowly pulled himself away from her. He kissed her chest, then pressed gentle kisses down her stomach until he arrived at his destination.

She raised her head in confusion - what was he doing? But then a wave of pleasure surged through her core as his tongue skillfully darted over her pearl.

Her eyes widened, as the pleasure intensified, and she moaned loudly. He pinned her legs apart, and thrust his tongue deeper inside of her. She arched her back, sobbing at the exquisite pleasure. He stimulated her until sweat was glistening on her forehead, until her moans grew louder and louder, until she was writhing beneath him with pleasure.

The sensation was building like a tidal wave inside her until she cried out his name as a wave of pleasure crashed over her again and again. The surrounding flickered. She could not possibly maintain the illusion in her ecstasy.

"Astarion," she is laying completely naked on the grass now, out in the open, but she could care less. "Astarion, please... more..."

"I haven't even started," Astarion said playfully, "You taste delicious," he licked his lips. His eyes flickered to her neck, and a hunger flared in their depths.

He moved back up to her lips, and kissed her deeply. She could taste herself and the faint sweetness of blood on his lips, but she didn't mind. She wanted him more than anything in the world.

He entered her in one long, deep thrust. Amaara gasped as she felt him fill her, stretching her to her limits, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. He began to thrust into her with a steady rhythm, his movements hastened with each thrust until the sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the air. Panting, she ran her hands over his back, and then rested on his hips, guiding him deeper inside of her.

"So tight," he whispered in her ear. He pulled out of her, lifted her legs on his shoulder, and then rammed into her again, faster this time.

His movements were driving her crazy. She arched her back and moaned loudly.

"That's it," he whispered, "Sing for me." As he reached deeper, his thrusts became more urgent, and her moans became louder.

In the throes of passion, as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy, he sank his teeth into her neck. The fusion of pain and pleasure surged through her, propelling her into a realm of sensation she had never known. Amaara's voice erupted into a cry of both pain and euphoria, the boundaries between the two becoming beautifully blurred. Waves of sensations cascaded over her, threatened to wash her consciousness away.

He drank from her deeply, drawing her life force into him, and in response, the universe seemed to explode within her. The stars themselves danced in her vision as the rapture coursed through her veins, igniting every nerve ending. Her body quivered, the cascading pleasure overwhelmed her senses, until she was sure she would fracture into a million sparks of pure sensation. Soon, the intensity reached its crescendo, a crescendo that hung suspended for the briefest moment that felt like eternity before she plunged over the edge into an abyss of exhilaration, surrendering completely.

Astarion finally let go of his grip around Amaara's neck, a craving had been sated. The young wizard had already started to slip into and out of consciousness while he continued thrusting until he released into her limp body.

#bg3 fanart #astarion fanart #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x mc #bg3 fanfiction #astarion fanfiction #I mean vampires don't really have sex drive #Raphael's dialogue about cazador confirms that #but maybe spawns are different? #clip studio paint #I hail from silverymoon #my oc character #Amaara Ashvale #baldurs gate 3

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I Hail from Silverymoon: The Mirror Image

Pov my little fanfiction: Astarion x Amaara (my human wizard Tav). At last, some fluff, even if he is not quite there yet.

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Amaara approached Astarion's tent and paused, her eyes drawn to his back as he gazed into a small mirror. Sensing her presence, he asked without turning, "See something you like?"

Flustered at being caught staring, she stammered, "How did you…"

"The only benefit to a mirror when you have my condition. It doesn't quite make up for the lack of a reflection, mind you." he said wryly.

"Do you miss it? Seeing your own face?" Amaara asked gently.

He turned to her, bitterness in his voice. "Preening in the looking glass? petty vanity? Of course I miss it." His tone gained an edge as he went on. "I've never even seen this face, not since it grew fangs and my eyes turned red."

"What color were they before?" Curiosity was piqued. She had trouble picturing him with any but his striking red gaze. Maybe he had elf-spring colored eyes just like herself?

"I…I don't know." He looked down, shocked by the fact, pain flickered across his features, "I can't remember." Angrily he flung the mirror away. "My face is just some dark shape from my past. Another thing I've lost"

Seeing his anguish, Amaara's heart ached for him. She sensed the sadness and frustration he felt now that this simple mundane act of seeing oneself is denied to him. She could see that this is more than about petty vanity - he felt a sense of loss - of his old mortal self and identity that he can no longer see or recall clearly. She offered a reassuring smile. "For what it's worth, I find you have a very fine face, with piercing eyes and a dangerous smile. You fear this face a stranger's, but in my eyes, it is the beautiful visage of one who persevered." A blush colored her cheeks. "I could conjure a figment of you if you wish?"

Surprised, Astarion nodded. With a graceful gesture, Amaara conjured a mirror image of him. He examined it intensely, as if struggling to recognize himself. Slowly, he reached out a hand to the illusion, not quite touching it. For a moment, raw vulnerability crossed his face.

"You have not changed as much as you fear," Amaara said gently in Elvish, her voice filled with warmth and reassurance, "am I right?" Stepping closer, she planted a gentle kiss on the illusion's cheek. "I have the most beautiful man in the realms all to myself." Her smile grew even brighter as she saw him slowly relaxing, "I am the luckiest girl on Faerûn."

The tension in Astarion's frame eased as Amaara regarded the illusion fondly, her affection palpable. Though the figment was but a spell, it had stirred long dormant memories within him. Amaara's gentle reassurance was enough to banish the bitter shadows of all he had lost, if temporarily.

Her hopeful gaze seemed to see past his walls to hidden depths he wished kept concealed. But for this moment, he let down his guard and simply enjoyed her soothing presence.

#clip studio paint #astarion fanart #bg3 fanart #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #baldurs gate 3 fanart #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x mc #I hail from Silverymoon #my oc stuff #Amaara Ashvale #this is my favorite scene out of the entire game #But thinking back is this truly a glimpse of his vulnerability #Or just his crafty way to win sympathy and compassion? #It's kinda silly tho Vampires have no reflection shouldn't you see an empty outfit reflected in the mirror? #bg3