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A nice simple plan

Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Tav

Rating: Mature

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Astarion's confession about his "simple plan" of seducing Tav (Lorelei). A retelling of the scene from Tav's first person pov. And the answer to what I think Astarion would want in regards to cuddling, post-confession.

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“Do you have a moment? I… I think we need to talk.” Astarion spoke. He looked nervous.

“Are you alright?” I said as I got up. I didn’t like the look on his face.

“Oh yes, I’m fine.“ He said with a sad smile. “I just –…feel awful.” He had a frown on his brows now. I had never seen him in such sadness before. “Look, I had a plan. A nice, simple plan – seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me.” He finished with a nervous chuckle.

I stayed quiet. I was having trouble understanding what he was trying to say. Because it sounded awfully like he was just another one of those people who only wanted to use me.

“It was easy – instinctive.” He looked up and away. “Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in. All you had to was fall for it.” He looked back to me with so much pain in his eyes. “And all I had to do was not fall for you…” He smiled softly. “Which is where my nice, simple plan fell apart.”

He looked at my eyes with the most intense gaze I had ever seen on him. There was so much admiration in them now. “You – … you’re incredible. You deserve something real. I want us to be something real.”

I turned my gaze away from him. I needed a minute to process everything he said. Was he saying that he had fallen for me? But what about all the other things he did before then? I looked back to him. He was waiting for me to speak.

“Were you even attracted to me? Or was it all a lie?” I asked trying my best to hide the tremble in my voice.

“Of course I was attracted to you. Look at you, for goodness’ sake!” He said like it was the stupidest question to ever ask. It made me smile. “You’re a vision. And you’re so much more than that.”

So much more than that. I repeated in my mind, looking down. “The nights we spent together, they didn't mean anything to you?” I looked back up into his eyes.

“Of course they did – that’s the problem! Or part of it.” He looked down. “Being close to someone – any kind of intimacy – was something I performed to lure people back for him.” A frown appeared in his beautiful silver brows. I could see how hard it was to say these out loud for him. “Even though I know things between us are different, being with someone still feels… tainted. Still brings up those feelings of disgust and loathing.” His gaze turned to me once again. “I don’t know how else to be with someone. No matter how much I’d like to.” He finished with a pained expression on his face.

I had no idea. The way he acted the other morning, the way he was trying to tell me something ever since the Underdark. It all made sense now. I felt like such an idiot for not realizing this sooner. He had told me this is what he did to bring people back for Cazador.

How could I be so blind and not see it? I recognised the feelings of disgust and loathing - I felt them after every one of those meaningless nights, but what he had to do for Cazador was something else completely. At least for me, sleeping with those losers was my choice. He had no choice but to obey.

I looked into his eyes. I took a small step closer to him. He didn’t flinch – didn’t move away. “I care about you, Astarion. Deeply.” I said holding his gaze.

“Really?” I could hear the doubt in his voice but his eyes were begging to believe me. I looked down for a moment. Not knowing what I could do to make him see what I felt.

I stepped closer to him. Close enough for a hug. When he didn't stepped away I wrapped my hands around him, settling my head to his chest. It took him a moment. He was surprised. I could tell he was debating what to do. I held my breath as I waited for him.

I let go of it when I felt his hands slowly wrap around my body, holding me tight. He buried his face to my hair. Even though I had hugged him so many times before this – this one was... different. Better.

“You… you are full of surprises, aren’t you?” I could hear his smile in his voice.

I took a deep breath in and whispered. “We can be together without sleeping together, for as long as you need.”

I felt the rumble of a chuckle in his chest. I smiled. “Why that almost sounds like a challenge.”

“Whatever you need.” I said and stepped back to look at him in the eyes.

“Honestly, I have no idea what we’re doing. Or what comes next.” He looked much happier than he did when he approached me tonight. He held his hand open for me. I took it. He stepped closer, placing his other hand over mine. I looked up to him. It was like I was seeing who he really was for the first time. He returned my gaze with the same intensity with a smile. “But I know that this? This is nice.”

I didn't think this was how we were going to end the night when he appeared. But I couldn't remember the last time my heart felt so full. I stepped into him as he wrapped his arms around me without hesitation this time. We stood there, enjoying each other.

It didn't matter that we were in a place filled with shadows. Didn't matter what we had to do tomorrow. Didn't matter that we were in the middle of the camp and anyone could see us hug like two idiots. It was only the two of us now. Just swaying slowly side to side. Happier than we were ever before.

I took a deep breath before I looked up at him. "How do you want to sleep tonight? I don't mind sleeping by the fire if that's what you need."

"I can't kick you out of our tent and into the cold now, can I?" He said with a chuckle.

"Okay, I guess we can sleep without touching each other." I said pressing my head back to his chest.

"No, I need you in my arms." He squeezed me tighter.

I chuckled. "I'm serious, Astarion. If that's what you need, I'd be happy to give you the space and time to figure things out." I said looking up at him with a frown. He had played pretense long enough.

"So am I, my love. I need you in my arms - just as long as we keep them over our clothes." He said with sincerity and added with a slight chuckle.

I smiled. "I'll keep my hands to myself."

"Come on, you need to sleep." He said as he pulled me inside the tent.

I was trembling a little bit. Part from cold, part from everything that we just talked about. I got under the blankets quickly as he joined me. He was a lot warmer thanks to the guards he slurped up today.

He wrapped his arms around me pulling me into his chest. I warmed up in no time, my trembling gone. It was perfect - being inside his arms and feeling like there was nothing holding him back anymore.

Despite everything that happened throughout this strange journey - this was the best night I've ever had yet. And I could see better ones in our future. It was an unfamiliar and scary but also beautiful. I felt his kisses to my head, his hand stroking up and down my hair, my back. I was grateful to have him. Whatever came next, we were going to face it together. Whether it was the Absolute or Cazador.

This is a snippet from my longfic. Lorelei's Journal. Which is the journal of my Tav, Lorelei, retelling the events of the game from her POV in first person.

And this is my notes for the scene. I really was planning on cooling them down fully but it didn't feel right with the way I was writing him and they are both a bit clingy to each other, if I'm honest. She loves that he can't let go of her. It comes up a few more times in their relationship in future chapters.

And the no sex thing is something she also needs because sex was a transaction for her, for a long time. Not in exchange for money, but in a 'you scratch my back - I'll scratch yours' kind of way.

They both don't know what caring for someone and being loved really is and when they find it, they will not let go.

#Astarion x Tav #tavstarion #Astarion x Female Tav #Astarion #BG3 Astarion #Astarion Ancunin #Baldur's Gate 3 Astarion #Bg3 #Bg3 Spoilers #Astarion Fanfic #Astarion Fic #bg3 oc Lorelei #oc: lorelei #bg3 tav

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fools-of-faerun · 1 day

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Maybe he's just shirtless here for the first time because he thinks it's seductive, but Penelope thinks he did this instinctively to send her an important message. 😸💕

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spacemonkeysalsa · 2 days

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Appetites

(Angst and fluff and smut)

It's been five years since the Vampire Ascendant Astarion helped save Baldur's Gate. He has everything he ever wanted, and he's miserable.

Isolde is nobody, and has nothing. When given the option to become a vampire spawn, her response gives Astarion a moment of pause; “No. Thank you. I think I’ll just die.”

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He really should have a contingency plan beyond just killing everyone who was an inconvenience, but it was just such a historically effective strategy—or, it had been so far. It wasn’t until Astarion was buttoning up his waistcoat over Rhapsody and approaching the entryway that he realized he ought to have asked how many flaming fists had come. If it was just one, or two, then they probably wouldn’t be missed, but many more than that and it seemed likely that even more would come looking. His body count for the last twenty four hours was not conducive to a low profile. He just wasn’t entirely sure what else to do. He’d try bribing them first, of course, but indiscriminate slaughter as a contingency plan was looking riskier every time he resorted to it. In addition, it had only taken them a few hours to track him down. Had he left a trail?

Then, to his discomfort, he saw it was only one flaming fist, but it was Rion.

She leaned against the banister in the entryway, arms crossed, eyes examining the portraiture, unimpressed. Her fist uniform and warhammer didn’t quite fit the aesthetic, but she looked as comfortable as an honored guest, not at all intimidated but the luxurious surroundings.

Shit. Bribery wasn’t an option, she wouldn’t go for it. Killing her wasn’t a good option, Jahiera would be devastated, and murderous. Blackmail? Threats? Coercion? No. Not yet. First, charm.

“Rion! I’m always saying you’re welcome here, never thought you’d take me up on the offer,” Astarion slid up against the banister next to her, to observe the portrait as well. It was one that had been hanging there for decades. He didn’t know the figure within and always found it tasteless, but hadn’t gotten around to ridding himself of it yet. “I was rather starting to think you didn’t like me.”

“This isn’t a social call.”

“Pity. I like socializing, not sure I can be much help with anything else. But let’s give it a try, what can I do for you?”

She took a long moment to respond, and he tried to read her expression. Her breath was a little shallow, her jaw clenched. She seemed upset, but not as guarded as he would have thought. Maybe she wasn’t here to ask him about any bodies just yet, but he couldn’t think what else it could be. Surely, this had to be about the dead noblemen. “My mother trusts you.”

Astarion hadn’t expected that, and couldn’t hold back a scoff. “Oh, dear. Give her more credit than that.”

“No. She does,” Rion did sound a little disappointed. “She didn’t, for a long time, but things have changed.”

“She thinks I’m on the path to redemption?” Astarion tried to force a tone of chiding, but it turned too vicious and he found himself dissatisfied with his own performance.

“More like everyone else is on the path to damnation, but you’ve been there long enough to slow down and have some perspective,” Rion shrugged.

“Interesting.”

“Isn’t it just,” Rion rolled her eyes and looked away from the portrait but wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I’m saying this because I have to ask you some questions, but I don’t expect the truth from you.” This rather blunt declaration was punctuated with a frown that lingered as she added, “I’ll accept lies, for now, because I honestly don’t know what else to do. And I have to come back with something. But. If there’s some kind of trouble, the kind my uniform can only complicate, maybe consider that the High Harper is still your ally, in spite of everything.” Now she was guarded, but just a touch and just for a moment.

Then it dawned on Astarion that this strange attitude from her might not have anything to do with him. Rion had always been too idealistic for her own good.

It had to be difficult, being a flaming fist and believing in something. He couldn't relate to either experience, but he could imagine.

He spared a moment to pity her before he nodded his assent. Whatever her dilemma, it seemed he would benefit from it.

“Baron Horrold has gone missing, and one of his rivals Baron De Cloyo and his wife were murdered last night.”

“Oh! How very shocking, and tragic,” Astarion thought he actually managed to express something as close to genuine surprise as he ever had before, but Rion wasn’t looking at him, wasn’t even noting his response. She didn’t care.

“The corpses aren’t talking, but the living are. A lot. According to Horrold’s people, he was meant to come here last night.”

“He did,” Astarion decided he might as well tell a half truth rather than a full lie, “just before sunset. We discussed business until about midnight and he left.”

“Midnight?”

“Yes. My majordomo has gone walkabout. But, you could ask the groom what time exactly he was able to see them off. I’m sure I was at rest by that point.”

“Alright.” Rion’s response was far from enthusiastic. “That gives me a timeline. Thank you.”

“Timeline? For how long he’s been missing?”

“His wife believes he’s dead also. Or, she’s insisting he must be. At first, I thought it could just be a way to throw suspicion off of him. But, she wants to use a scroll of true resurrection that the family has in their vault to bring him back. We have three days to find the body first. Waste not.”

Even in the moment, Astarion was impressed by his own ability not to appear affected by this information. He hoped. He also appreciated how quickly he came to a conclusion about it and actually made a plan. Find it. Steal it. “I may be wealthy and powerful, but a scroll of true resurrection waiting in the wings to bring you back to life?” It was easy to laugh and for it to sound like genuine mirth. It was just so absurd, “Why—gossip travels fast, but I imagine half the patriars won’t even know he was gone!” He gave in to the urge to giggle again, feeling moisture at the corners of his eyes, “That’s real privilege for you. I’m terribly jealous.”

“Would that even work on you?” Rion raised an eyebrow at him.

“I—yes,” he cleared his throat, “I mean. In the sense that I think if you killed me now and used one, it would be like nothing happened. But any greater utility than that timed out long ago.” He hadn’t actually looked into it too deeply, because everything he’d heard confirmed his bleak beliefs.

He remembered vividly, the long passed day he learned that he’d been a spawn for too long. A scroll of true resurrection could theoretically offer a route back to freedom and mortality. An escape from undeath, if used on a spawn that was still new enough.

Astarion hadn’t been new enough for a long time.

Of course, much later, that skeleton had hung around handing them out for a deep discount, but in Astarion’s case it had never come up. “Even then though, maybe not.” He shrugged, “I guess I don’t actually have any idea. Now that you ask. And the opportunity to find out passed by. I certainly like to think your mother and our other allies would’ve brought me back, when we were overflowing with access to that magic for practically nothing. But, I made a serious effort not to die in the first place. I’m well aware that people don’t go around saving my kind. Quite the opposite. We die and everyone agrees; it's for the best.”

Rion didn’t say anything to that. Maybe it was his imagination, but it seemed like he’d struck a cord. Or, maybe she was having a totally unrelated conversation with herself inside her own mind. She finally nodded, with a somewhat self-conscious look on her face when she caught him staring at her. “All right. I’ll just pop in and have a word with your groom on the way out.”

“Tah,” Astarion offered lazily. He watched her walk out, arms crossed and rhapsody biting into his wrist through the fabric. If he’d had to guess, and he supposed he did because it was rather important to have a theory, he’d say that Rion knew full well he was lying and that either he knew the Baron was dead, or knew something about his disappearance. She probably didn’t think he’d killed him, outright. But, she didn’t exactly seem troubled by his death. The scroll of true resurrection could be responsible for that apathy, but he wasn’t sure that was the only thing. What she’d said about Jaheira stuck him, even as he found himself following after her. Confide in the High Harper that he needed help? That seemed to be what she was implying.

But, Rion was wrong. Jahiera wouldn’t just help him for the hell of it. And he didn’t need help. Everything was fine. Some people were dead. A scroll of true resurrection needed to be stolen so one of those dead people couldn’t tell everyone how they died. These were problems, indeed, but he hardly needed to employ the righteous scrutiny or aid of a folk hero to solve them.

He could handle this.

Jahiera might trust him, and that trust might be enabled by sentiment or senility. But that trust would only go so far. Covering up a murder was far beyond the pale and he was a little surprised Rion would be so careless as to say anything at all. Somewhere, deep down, she had to know that he wasn’t a reformed murderer and never would be.

But that wasn’t what Astarion found himself pondering as he hit the streets of Bladur’s Gate, under the blazing sun. He wasn’t ready to plan a heist, or to work out what was going on with Rion and her mother and the whole of the flaming fist. His feet carried him, somewhat without his intention, towards the House of Grief.

Where the fuck was his majordomo?

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strikeaprose · 9 months

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Halsin joining our camp to see that the guy who played with the tiefling kids is now a devil, some pasty elf is biting people in their sleep, a githyanki and goth girl are slapfighting, there's a tiefling on fire, and that wizard just ate a pair of gloves.

#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 astarion #astarion #halsin #shadowheart #baldurs gate shadowheart #bg3 wyll #wyll #bg3 gale #karlach #lae'zel

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stars-and-clouds · 7 months

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HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO!!! -screams-

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gloryinthunder · 6 months

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I used to really love the first romance scene with Astarion (and I still do) but it hits so much harder after you know why he's doing it. That he's purposefully seducing you for protection and blood, that he's forcing himself to sleep with you, and this is a mask he's wearing.

It's a sexy scene and really feeds into the vampy (pun intended) jump-your-bones version of him you get at the start of the game. The whole thing starts out with him being so confident and suave, saying that he's wanted you ever since he set eyes on you and how you want to be known and tasted. It's like everyone's perfect vampire romance novel.

He's laying out the bait that's worked thousands of times over and luring you in. And you can just get right to the kissing if you want.

But, you can also stop and ask him, "And what do you want?"

And for just a moment the mask drops. This is not the same cocky seductive face we've had up until now. This is vulnerability showing. When has anyone asked him what he wants? When has anyone cared? Does he even know the answer to that question?

So he pivots. The mask snaps back into place immediately. He turns back into the master seducer and feeds you a line about shared ecstasy to get you back on track.

And then comes what is, to me, the pivotal moment. He asks you "That's what you want, isn't it? To lose yourself in me?"

Looking at his body language he seems unsure at first, maybe questioning his previous tactics. Then he slightly cowers back, lowering himself as he asks the question. The total opposite of his confidence from earlier where he's standing with his arms out wide.

He's not sure what you want anymore. You're not playing by the rules he knows. Why haven't you taken the bait yet? Why haven't you thrown yourself at him?

And when you finally Nod in agreement, confirming you're here for sex?

This. This is the face he gives you. He just looks so damn sad. To me, it hearkens back to "Of course it'll turn me into a monster. What else did I expect?"

Whatever momentary blip made him question why you're there with him, he's just been reassured about both of your roles in this situation.

He sounds so quietly resigned when he answers: "I thought so."

And then the scene transitions into the actual act. I do like to think Astarion enjoyed himself as I'm sure the PC did, but it's hard for me to watch this scene now that I know his story and history without being uncomfortable.

Just that line "lose yourself in me" is so difficult to hear. Because on paper it's so sensual. Who wouldn't want a lover to feel that way about them? But knowing the context of what Astarion expects and believes in this moment is just... oof.

And to me, this is what makes this scene brilliant. The writing, voice acting, and the mocap/animation are all just SO GOOD. It's so delicately done and Astarion the character is so good at playing a role that you can completely gloss over the deeper stuff. But once the mask is eventually stripped away you can't help but see what was there the whole time.

And as we've established, being seen is a whole aspect of Astarion's romance arc.

I originally romanced Astarion for the same reasons I'm sure most did: he's a hot, sexy vampire elf (i.e. everything that's on the surface). But, I keep coming back to him over and over again for the person I know is waiting for me underneath the mask.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 astarion #astarion spoilers #astarion romance #baldur's gate 3 #baulders gate 3 spoilers #bg3

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primopinku · 7 months

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a little hc I have about Ascended Astarion cont (possible spoilers about act 3) under the cut

I've been thinking a lot about how once you ascend him about how once pure emotions get twisted by undeath. How love turns to hungry obsession (think Strahd and Tatyana). Even if you leave him, even after he coldly spouts cruel words at you in response, admits how he would have twisted your love for him (he def would). I couldn't help but think "is it really over? Just like that?", I get the sinking suspicion that it's not really over. Especially after he says you will regret leaving him so bitterly. Maybe he'll give you a couple of years of freedom, but in the end he will come for you.

Well enjoy this "supposed to be simple" sketch of Vampire Lord Astarion having a party, deciding whether or not to end it in a blood bath (nah but it's a funny thought. Being civilly minded is hard) because he doesn't like people touching his things.

#inktober #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate iii #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3 astarion #ascended astarion #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 dark urge #bg3 durge #bg3 tav #vampire #my art

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riseatlantisss · 8 months

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Careful, he bites

Pairing : Astarion x female!reader around 900 words.

morning sex. in bed. with the most amazing vampire. that’s it that’s the plot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

TW : 18+, shameless smut, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, tiny bit of fang kink

I love him a completely normal amount

You open your eyes slowly, savouring the blissful, heavy fog of sleep that still weighs on your mind. The voice that greets you is one you’re sure you’ll never tire of.

“Good morning, my sweet”, Astarion whispers against your ear. The bed smells of night-blooming flowers and cold winter air, just like him. His body is a comforting spoon, the nice coolness of his powerful chest sends shivers down your spine.

Your eyelids are still heavy and with a smile, you settle back in and bury your head in your soft pillow, eager for just a few more hours of precious sleep before starting a new day in the underdark.

Astarion, of course, has other ideas. He exhales and you can feel the light puff of cold air against the back of your neck. Icy fingers skate down your bare arm, dragging the strap of your night gown with them. He dips his head and nuzzles the junction of your neck and shoulder. He toys with the hem of your night gown before slipping beneath it to caress the curve of your hip. You revel in his low groan of appreciation as he discovers you’re wearing nothing underneath.

“Gods, the things you do to me,” he growls, voice muffled slightly as he breathes your scent. “Let me take care of you.”

Wordlessly, you nod and he wastes no time. He gives you a sloppy, hungry kiss that is all tongues, teeth and fangs, and then slowly lowers himself. His fangs leave burning trails across your skin, and you love every bit of it.

You can feel his erection grow next to your thigh and you raise a hand forward to touch him but he grabs your wrist and stops the motion.

“No, darling,” he grins, “it is all about you today.”

“But –” your attempt to argue is cut short as Astarion disappears between your thighs, wraps his wet lips around your clit and starts sucking. You let out an unbelievably loud whimper of pleasure and he smirks against your body.

Pinning your thighs apart, he works his tongue in an up-and-down motion on one side of your clit and then the other. You grind into his mouth shamelessly as his tongue continues working its magic. Without interruption, he slips first one finger, then two inside you, and pushes them up against your G-spot. You’re already starting to see stars as you feel his fangs settle in the soft mound of flesh above your clit. He applies just enough pressure for it to deliciously sting without ever hurting. Those tiny pinpricks combined with the sucking of your clit and the impossible rhythm of his fingers inside you made you cry out.

“Astarion – I’m– “ you try to articulate between two heavy breaths.

“I’m right there with you, my love,” he mutters and presses his fangs slightly deeper into your skin, as to urge you to stop fighting the wave of pleasure trying to make its way through your shivering body.

His tongue slips across that one spot on the tip of your clit that always sets you off, and suddenly you are coming on his mouth, grasping fistfuls of his silver hair and moaning and moaning and moaning. He pushes his fangs deeper and deeper into your skin as he rides out your orgasm with you, using his free hand to hold your hips steady. Your core spasms longer than a pulsing heart, each beat making you thrash helplessly on the bed as he pushes his fingers deep. He waits until you come down from your high before slowly sliding his two fingers out of you and into his mouth to lick them clean. The rest of the world begins to come back into focus but you do not care for it. You only have eyes for him.

"You are absolutely exquisite when you come," he chuckles in that ridiculously arrogant way he has.

He licks his lips as he rises, expression as lazy and smug as a contented cat. You haul him up and into your arms and kiss him hard. He wraps his strong arms around you protectively and takes a moment to listen to your breathing, still shallow from the love explosion. He finds infinite comfort in the repeated rise and fall of your chest. It proves to him that you are real, safe and here, right next to him.

Before you, Astarion had never known true bliss. Sex – even when it’s mindblowing – doesn’t fix the part of you that’s broken. Good sex soothes, but doesn’t cure, and Astarion, who’s been using sex as a valium substitute since he’s been free from his former Master’s control, knows it better than anyone. But with you, it’s not just sex. It’s safety. It’s intimacy. It’s respect. And it’s all he’s ever wanted.

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ririarts · 4 months

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I like to think Wyll throws Astarion off with his (actually sincere) romantic lines

#my art #my artwork #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #bg3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #astarion #wyll #wyll ravengard #baldur's gate 3 wyll #baldur's gate 3 astarion #wyllstarion #bloodpact #sketch

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demigoddessqueens · 4 months

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Astarion: if a beautiful person disagrees with me, I will immediately change my views. I have no principles

Tav: well maybe you should have principles

Astarion: you’re right maybe I should.

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zanephiri · 6 months

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Just posting a portrait I finished today, of a completely not predictable subject, before I go back to my current PT.

#Astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate fanart #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 astarion

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starkspi · 2 months

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elviradreaminess · 7 months

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astarion study 🩸

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ishaslife · 7 months

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ASTARION EYES

#bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #astarion baldurs gate #baldur's gate 3 astarion #aesthetic #video games

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stars-and-clouds · 7 months

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Astarion Romance Headcanons 🥀

SFW:

Side glances when you're besides him

Full on staring when you're not

Immediately looking away when you catch him

"You know the way he looks at you, don't you, soldier?"

His pinky itching towards yours when you're walking, wanting to hold your hand but unsure because, is it too much? Will you reject him?

His hands scrunching up your shirt tightly whenever you hug. He's always the last to let go.

You hold on longer and longer each time because he doesn't want to let go.

His kisses are tender and needy.

He likes the warmth of your hands.

Thinking of what tones will suit your perfume the best. He'll gift it to you after all this is over.

He'll sew the holes or tears in your clothes over the night and pretend he doesn't know what happened next morning.

When you move to kiss his cheek he will grimace in annoyance but lean in as you do it.

"Be careful around Astarion, (Tav). He's not serious about you.", the others will warn you. And Astarion will worry you'll heed their words more than his so he'll do so much to prove his love to you, not knowing that you already trust him (even if that is an objectively stupid thing to do lmao).

He started sleeping next to you from the moment you had sex but ever since you've entered the shadowlands, he ends up cuddling in the middle of the night. He misses the sun.

He likes kissing the palm of your hand or its back.

Likes to pack your bag before you leave camp.

"No one's ever going to love me like that again."

Ever since you told him that there's more to him than just beauty and sex, that he's hilarious, for instance, he finds ways to make you laugh. He loves it. He's started being a lot more sarcastic and makes more jokes just to hear your laughter. He'll never admit it, of course. Other than maybe when it's only you two.

Doesn't believe he will be able to love again if you let go of him.

"Don't be so nice to me." he says with round, needy and pleading eyes.

Thinking of ways he can show others you're together so others know you're not available.

Hiding his jealousy, terribly.

He will rip the throat out of anyone with malicious intent towards you.

"I will wait the whole of my life for you, Astarion." He doesn't believe it at first, but the longer you go on without sex the safer he feels and the more he wants you.

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He sometimes cries silently at night, wishing he could make love to you without it feeling so tainted. He wants it so badly, but his past experience prohibits it. The pain of wanting something and being unable to have it only because of himself is too much. He blames himself too sometimes. Wishing he could give you more.

"I don't mind waiting.", you'd say.

"I do. I can't have you, no matter how much I want you.", he'd say.

When you cuddle him sensing he's upset, he will bury his face in your neck to hide his tears. The smell of you is comforting.

Needing you everytime you're tender with him.

Getting aroused when you hug during a kiss.

Wanting to kiss your skin all over, to make you cry from pleasure as you bury your face in his neck.

Wanting you to hold on to him for dear life as you climax.

When he's finally comfortable enough and takes charge of his own sexuality, he'll be so needy.

Realising that the two nights he had sex with you were nothing compared to how good making love to you feels.

When you give up all control to him, letting him do to you as he wants, the pleasure is almost too much bear. The power he feels is palpable and knowing it is you who trusts him so much will drive him near mad.

He will lose control many times so you have a safe word.

You both think of the stupidest word possible as a safe word. Something that makes you both laugh when it's used.

He likes over stimulating you, making you beg and he'll kiss you to calm you.

"It's okay, you can do it, darling.", he'll say stroking you even further and kissing your tears.

"Does that feel good, my love?"

The more you beg the more he loves it.

He likes playing with your hands, holding them in his, touching your fingers, comparing them to his while you rest on his chest, still warm from him being inside of you.

Resting his head against your chest to hear your heartbeat.

Staring at your face and body intently. Taking in every little reaction you make and replaying them over in his head throughout the day.

Staring at you longingly when you're both with the squad, failing terribly at focusing in battle or conversation.

Getting aroused when you're covered in blood.

Seeing you fighting, in general, turns him on. The smell of your sweat, your rapid heart beat, the way your body moves, all of it now only reminds him of making love to you.

Telling you to say his name whenever he's feeling good and you'll chant it as you cum. He loves how it sounds from your lips.

Resting his forehead against yours as he's close to cumming.

"Look at me.", he'll command you.

He likes when your hands rake his hair, pull his hair, tug it whatever. That slight bit of pain arouses him. Better yet, if you bury your nails into his skin.

He likes to look at you falling asleep. It's such a gentle thing. How can someone so strong otherwise be so soft around him? Why him? Why did someone like you choose someone like him? He can't believe he has you.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50833876/chapters/128419966 I am updating these hcs on my ao3, if anyone is interested!

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