#spawn!astarion x named!tav

[1000punks]

bonding. //reversing

bonding. //masterlist

pairing: spawn!Astarion x named!Tav (non-binary OC)

warnings: 18+. nsft. mdni. hurt/comfort, angst, canon-typical descriptions of gaslighting/manipulation.

word count: 5,061

summary: two gays remodel a house domestic fluff and some character background building, set in post-game baldur's gate. two people who are weird and traumatized work on their relationship and reclaim their sexuality through a shared kink. lots of gooey romantic smut while these two slowly figure out their future together.

named!Tav is my non-binary tiefling ranger, Festé. i was seeing far too few fics with tiefling!Tav and i thought it was crucial, nay, critical to include them in the headcanons. i hope you all enjoy! ♡

header credit: MANTIS. // @astarionposting

It was hard to slip into a trance, even with his face buried in his imp's chest, and their arm draped over his back. Festé had fallen asleep while petting over his scars and through his hair, and he had enjoyed every moment of it. Astarion tried again, screwing his eyes shut and counting their heartbeats in his mind. He let their rhythmic breathing lull him back to relaxation, their chest rising and falling slowly. The elf turned his head, opting to rest his cheek on their shoulder, and to brush his lips against their neck. They shifted slightly, and splayed their hand against his back before relaxing it. Astarion continued to count, letting his mind wander. As if it weren't enough to be next to them twenty-four hours a day, Festé often made starring appearances in his thoughts and memories. Greedy, he thought, to have them all to himself, and to still desire more from them.

Regardless, tonight he remembered the very first time he opened up to them, to anyone, about his vampirism. Astarion heaved a sigh and recalled how they had looked when he had been caught bending over their bedroll. Almost demure, definitely curious, but not the least bit fazed. He relaxed and slipped into the memory fully, echoes of the conversation they had had that night coming into focus.

He was studying their face as he hastily explained how he had come to be kneeling over them in the dead of night, the sudden anxiety of the situation forcing the truth out. Shit, he cursed himself, as he took in their furrowed brow and tense posture. Why did he have to pick the ranger? They may be small, but from the looks of them… Gods, he was desperate; and he needed this to work. He needed to have just a taste of power, so he whipped up a half-truth.

They softened their posture at his words, he could easily see it, but something in their eyes bore deep into his chest. He felt… exposed under their unwavering gaze. That feeling in his chest, was it shame? The imp probably saw right through him, but they were playing along anyway? Astarion felt a twinge at the very back of his skull, jerking him out of character for an instant. The damned tadpole.

Festé didn't pry, though. It was genuinely disarming, but his lips were already shaping themselves around another half-truth: "…You can trust me." The memory blurred a bit around the edges as he continued, "I only need a taste, I swear." The imp's eyes were piercing, burning; and yet they had still agreed. What were they playing at?

From there, he had shoved the confusion away, the practiced seductive notes slipping into his voice as he invited the tiefling to lay back. Astarion went for their neck, and immediately, fireworks were going off somewhere within his ribcage. The smokiness of their blood was altogether new, but it was jarring how familiar it felt at the same time. His breathing quickened, despite his best efforts to remain calm as the first swallow coursed down his throat. The elf dug his nails into the dirt involuntarily, feeling the imp struggle underneath him with the pain. They raised their hand out of his line of sight, and he only noticed when he felt their fingers tug at the front of his shirt, softly as you please.

"That's… enough," their uncharacteristically deep voice had broken the spell their blood had cast on him, and they gently pushed Astarion away.

He spoke the first genuine truth he had that night, "That… was amazing," and the tiefling's gaze was piercing once more, though they were smiling widely at him. So stupid, he thought, smiling so warmly at the beast who was sure to be one's demise. Eventually, the elf had walked away, a new spark stirring within his chest.

Unfortunately, when he found himself alone just beyond the treeline, he realized he had felt something else stirring, as well. He panted, whirling around to glance back toward the camp before letting one shoulder come to rest against a tree. Astarion felt the sharp twist of lust coupled with the instinctual revulsion, and the act of relieving himself of both only served to instill a deep confusion within him. A confusion he repressed swiftly as he hunted for something he could kill.

The memory swam before his eyes, and he was standing in the clearing outside of camp. Most of his weight was being supported by the trunk of a large tree, and he was panting and clutching his chest. He supposed that if he had possessed a beating heart, it would be arresting right now.

"Just say… your lines, you stupid elf…" he muttered harshly under his breath. Suddenly, rage flared in his chest along with the panic, and he was tearing off his shirt, throwing it aside carelessly. This was just another thing that had been tainted for him, even if he wanted to enjoy it. He pressed his back against the tree, covering his face with his hands, while a litany of whispers fell from his lips. "It's just, one more mark. You can do this. You can do this." He kneaded at his eyes with the heels of his palms. "Just do it," he snarled.

Footsteps were approaching, and his ears twitched, judging the distance: out of earshot, but not for long. Three, two, one… He stepped out from the shadows of the trees; his features composed, but the disgust barely contained.

"There you are. I've been waiting." The bile was rising in his throat, but he smirked anyway. "Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you." A harmless lie; the imp was good-looking, to be sure, but he never imagined he would be doing this again. "Waiting to have you." He looked them over, his vision going double for a moment while he fought the familiar nausea, the pit in his stomach opening up wide as he stepped towards them. He wished that he could vomit, if only just to make the feeling go away. Then he glanced up, focusing on the tiefling's eyes, and fought to keep his features blank and composed. That disarming expression again, as if the damned imp was examining his very soul. They had such a genuinely warm countenance about them, it showed in their smile. Perhaps they knew, he thought, and yet they were playing his little game.

Festé smirked, mirroring him, but their eyes burned and narrowed. "You don't have me yet," they countered in their rich, low voice. He was off-book now, taken aback, but the moves were more or less the same.

The memory blurred and faded slightly. He hadn't wanted to remember the details, but he did recall his surprise at how warm their body had been. It was useless to compare it to the many other bodies he had touched, or that had touched him. Theirs was…different. To boot, they had offered their neck to him once again, which he only imagined was part of some larger fetish.

Astarion withdrew from that one for the time being, and all of the memories collapsed in on themselves for an instant, and then began cycling rapidly. Every night, they had allowed him in, to feed; and he took, and took. He began to look forward to their visits to his tent every morning, bouncing over to check on him, to ask if he had fed enough, to offer him the same that night. Over time, he had speculated more and more that it wasn't simply a fetish of theirs, not with the way they had lingered near him in camp, nor the way they were by his side before and after every meeting, every battle. Over and over, different locations, different lighting, and different situations: every time he had seen their beautiful smile moved, rapid-fire, across his mind. How he had grown to love that smile, and how he had begun to crave it, to covet it.

There he was, the night after they had faced that detestable drow at Moonrise. He caught Festé's arm by his fingertips, and motioned his head to a spot at the edge of camp. It was a tense moment, and he didn't want anyone else to hear him lay it bare. He studied their features as he began to confess, leaving his feelings and sins out in the open for them to judge, but they didn't. When the tiefling had instead wrapped their arms around him so tenderly, he fought the urge to sink to his knees, to weep and beg for them to stop; but also to never stop. He didn't deserve this care, and certainly not in the wake of confessing to sleeping with them to get ahead. But he craved it so desperately at the same time. It was only then, with his face buried in their shoulder, that he had pieced it together. Festé wanted to help sustain him, they didn't want him to feed to fulfill some sick fetish of theirs. The imp truly wanted him to live. They were forcing him to live, to contend with being alive, whether they had intended to or not. They were nurturing him, and to this day, he was still contending with that truth.

Astarion began to ruminate on the past two days, turning it over and comparing it to how he had felt the very first time they had slept together; and something tightened in his chest, distracting him. What if they were able to live on forever with him? What if it was their choice, and what if Gale's plan to get the ring ended up working? On the other hand, what if it was all a trap? He had an inkling that a vampire lord wouldn't stray too near to the city, unless they had plans to claim the now-open territory for themself. It would be a shame if he and Festé had come this far in their relationship for everything to be ruined.

He focused on their argument the previous day, watching their good eye burn dangerously as they looked up at him, their fingers pressing to his lips. "That's right, I don't," Festé spat.

Oh. They wouldn't even consider the idea? He must be more of a burden than he thought.

"But you wouldn't have known that, because neither of you bothered to ask me. You assumed, both of you. I wasn't angry then, but I am now." Their deep voice shot up half an octave in exasperation. He watched them pinch the bridge of their nose, crestfallen. Of course, it was as he thought, he was too much, wasn't he? Why else would they be so upset?

"You d… What?" he tilted his head, sitting back on the imp's thighs, deciding in that instant to push his luck. "You don't… want that? Isn't that what every mortal wants?" he hissed, his thoughts turning back to that drow at Moonrise once again, and to all of the thousands of faceless people he had bedded. They were all entranced by him, and most of them against their will. What was different here?

He blinked softly as Festé heaved a great sigh underneath him. It sounded happy, and he felt their fingers trace over his back, once, while they shifted under his weight, turning their head the other way. He pursed his lips, inhaling against the hollow of their neck, and he concentrated once more, feeling back into his memories of the previous day.

"You didn't, Star. You said you had no choice in the matter." They met his eyes, and he took in their grim expression. His chest felt like it was caving in on itself. "I do, and while I would give my life to spend forever with you, I don't think the risk is worth the potential reward." He knew that if his heart could beat, it would have stopped, right there and then. They wouldn't risk it? Not even for eternity with him?

"You… You don't?" His voice sounded faint, even to himself, and he dropped his gaze from theirs. The weight he now felt in his chest refused to dissipate. He wished…

"You're right, what if someone got hurt in the process? What if one of our friends got hurt? What if, gods forbid, you got hurt, or killed? It's selfish, but the rest of my short life with you, like this," he warmed a bit when their fingers skated over his cheek, "Where I can give you… all of me? I'd rather that than potentially spending eternity with regrets, or deaths weighing on my conscience." The imp smiled, though it didn't reach their eyes. He studied them, and frowned. How dare they call themself selfish, when what they had just said was so entirely selfless? Festé had always put everyone else's needs and desires above their own, even when it was at their own expense or detriment. He wanted to shout at them, to ask what they truly wanted, because he could plainly see something hidden in their eyes. The memory dispersed for a second as he recalled another, after his unfortunate 'siblings' had stormed their camp on the outskirts of Baldur's Gate.

"You're the only one. Other people don't have a heart like you. You're you. No one is like that." He said it with such conviction, and he truly meant it from the bottom of his heart, though he had felt something inside him twist violently as he spoke the words. The context had changed, but not the content.

He withdrew, and thought it over; how unfortunate he was then, not knowing just how true those words would become, Festé's face and the backdrop of their bedroom swam into view once more, and the elf parted his lips.

"You want the same thing as I do." Damnable imp, he loved them so. He closed his eyes slowly, and loathe as he was to accept it in the moment, he knew that the tiefling's big heart would prevent them from taking risks with anyone's safety besides their own. If they faced down a vampire lord, it would have only been in the situation with… him. Astarion couldn't bear to think the name right now. It was only because he, the prodigal spawn, was in clear and present danger. They truly didn't covet this life, that much was apparent. "You want to protect me, and I want to protect you," he sighed. You want to protect everyone except yourself, he added silently.

The thought of having them, though? Forever? It was a tempting prospect. He retreated from the argument, focusing on the point where he had the imp back in his arms; and he contrasted it with the first time he had slept with them. He was sickened that first time by the ghosts of his past, and the mere notion of his own arousal when he gazed over the tiefling's body. How warm they had been, though; and no less warm last night when they had taken to bed together again. His disgust with sex was gradually being replaced with a hunger that he couldn't quite put into words. Astarion, if he had his way, would have his hands on his imp at all times, whether it be a single fingertip or being buried deeply within their body. He decided, as he pinned both of Festé's wrists above their head, that if it were possible, he would crawl inside their chest and make a home for himself next to their heart. "I want to take all of the pleasures of your body, pet. Be good for me." Come now, show your devotion to me one more time. I'm begging you, he thought, feeling them squirm as he bared his fangs and opened a fresh wound on their neck.

They began to shake as he swallowed deeply, and he considered what would happen if he went too far, resting his body on theirs. It was torturous, loving someone so much that your first instinct was to devour them. He ground his hips against theirs, a snarling thought tearing its way through his mind when he felt their blood lose some pressure, their whimpers growing weaker. I'll drain you; I'll make you stay the only way I know how. He blinked in surprise, mentally shaking himself and pulling away with a harsh sigh. He all but tore the lacing from the front of his trousers, pushing the animalistic, bloodthirsty thought back behind a mental wall while he shoved his pants off. The elf patted his thigh and caught them in his arms, glad that they couldn't perceive his fingers trembling as he held them. So warm… It was a bit blurry, he was preoccupied with the feral desire to be inside of them once again. Even being this close was sweet agony. Their skin burned against his own, and he found himself wondering if it was from their hellish blood, or from some other secret. No human had felt this way against his skin. He pressed them closer. "Now that you're weakened and pliant for me, darling," he couldn't help purring in appreciation, his voice coming out rough and foreign, "I think it's only fair that you're further reminded who you belong to." And who belongs to you, you damned imp. Gods, they looked so precious. He raised a hand and pushed it into their hair, framing their face and smiling. He intended the gesture to be tender, but he probably looked terrifying. "Hasn't it been so long? By now, you've probably forgotten how I feel inside you, hmm?" He knew that he had, and he stifled his gasp when they moved in his lap, gripping them and pulling them closer. Anywhere he could reach, please, just…

He slid into them, and moaned against their ear like it had been his first time. It was mortifying, but Festé didn't seem to mind, locking their arms around his neck and rocking against him. Yes. Please, he wanted to cry out. Please hold me. Hold on to me as tightly as I hold on to you. Let me hear you. Let me feel you. Let me love you. He felt powerless as he experienced the scene unfold once again. Drowning, that's what he would call it; he was drowning himself in them. But if this was drowning, was it really all that bad? Was it so bad if he got to hold them, to feel genuine pleasure, to enjoy himself for the first time in two centuries?

Their snarling moan snapped him out of his own thoughts for a moment. What if he was simply hurting them with how - or what - he was? Oh… oh, that feeling, their fingers on his back that had almost driven him mad the first time, but he slowed his thrusts regardless. "H…hurts, Star…" He was sure it did, they looked positively wrecked; then he realized just how deeply he had pushed inside, he was met with resistance. Shit.

"Do you want me to stop, my pet?" He studied their face intensely, his fingers curling tightly around their jaw. They shook their head. "Or would you have me continue to ruin you?" His tone betrayed the lust that he felt radiating from his chest. They nodded and pressed their cheek firmly to the elf's hand. "You like how much it hurts?" He didn't let his surprise show through, and watched the imp nod again, moaning out. All for him. He stroked his thumb over their cheek, alabaster on rose. "Good, darling. I'm not nearly finished with you." I'll never be finished with you, he promised silently. I'm so utterly lost in you.

For the last time, he pushed away from the memory. The elf pressed his lips gingerly to Festé's neck, eyes still squeezed shut, as he slowly drifted back to full consciousness. As delicious as they were, his memories had only served to make him more sickened with himself. Much as he was loathe to do so, he moved his limbs slowly, inhaling their scent for one last time and pressing his fingers between theirs on top of the bedsheets. Astarion peeled himself away with an exasperated sigh, careful not to jar his sleeping imp, and padded into the dingy bathroom. The sunlight was only just starting to fade; and thankfully, this was the only room in the house with no windows.

He reached for the taps of the bathtub, twisting them and sitting on the edge as the basin filled, studying the reflection of the ceiling in the water where he knew his head should have been. With another sigh, he reached down, cutting through the surface of the water with his fingertips.

Astarion didn't want to lose them, not when they had permeated every pore of his skin and every fibre of his being. However, considering condemning them to death? Well, technically life, he rolled his eyes silently. How could he choose between them belonging to someone else, or having them leave him? It was impossible. He turned the taps off and slipped into the steaming water, settling in and watching the light slowly drain around him. Eventually, he wet a washcloth and set it on his head, slinking down further in the water with a relaxed sigh. The droplets of water tickled his shoulders and his chest when they landed, and he closed his eyes, listening. Festé's breath shuddered, and they turned over, their heart rate still slow and calm; and Astarion's ears twitched as he heard them sigh softly, mumbling his name under their breath. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he kept silent; but they didn't say anything else. Once it was dark, the elf heard his imp stir, and the gentle rustle of fabric when they pulled back the bedsheets. They paused, and he heard them exhale slowly and toss their shirt to the floor, followed by the quiet creak of the floorboards when they got up.

"Star?" they whispered, a hint of concern in their voice.

"In here, darling," he called. His throat felt like it was coated with sand, and he inhaled as he heard their heartbeat grow louder.

"Gods, my love. I know we both have excellent nightvision, but we could stand to light a candle, couldn't we?" Astarion heard them pick up the candlestick from the kitchen table and snap their fingers. "There, now it looks a little less like a cave…" The floorboards creaked as the tiefling padded into the bathroom, and he rested his head back against the edge of the tub, looking up at them upside down. They were beaming at him, and he felt his stomach flip over as he lay eyes on what they were wearing, frowning a bit. Confusion crossed their features, and they whispered, "What is it, my love?"

He looked away, covering his mouth with one hand and swallowing. "You look very handsome in that, is all." Not to mention, they would be getting their scent all over it. They laughed softly, looking down at themself.

"Well, my shirt was covered in blood, Star. You can't blame me for picking up the first thing that I saw." Astarion glanced at them and smiled. Their voice was always so rich and husky when they first woke up, and it gave him shivers. Not that he would ever admit it. He turned in the water, crossing his arms over the edge of the tub and resting his chin on top of them, humming. They sat on the small stool, setting the candle on the floor, and arching their eyebrows. "What is it?"

"Oh, nothing, darling. I'm just surprised you can still walk." The bravado slipped in, he couldn't help it. He chuckled when they rolled their eyes, pulling the washcloth off of his head and leaning down to kiss his forehead.

"You know…" they whispered softly, leaning in further, and Astarion's ear twitched, he could feel the heat of their breath all too well.

"Hmm?"

"I haven't washed your hair for you in a while, my love. Would you like that?" They sat back, a warm smile playing over their lips. "Maybe a scalp massage?" The tiefling stood when Astarion nodded, moving to let them sit on the edge of the tub, and turning away once more. Festé cupped their hands and scooped water over the back of his head, and he shivered as it ran down his back. He bowed his head as the tiefling leaned forward to scoop more, and flinched slightly when they pushed their fingers through his curls. The elf settled between their thighs as they took up the soap and lathered it in their palms. "Just relax, love," they murmured, and he let his shoulders slump with a long sigh. "Did you have a bad rest?" They spoke in a low voice as they pushed their fingers back into his hair, working them in slow, firm circles over his scalp.

How did they always know? "You could say that. Just a lot on my mind, darling. That's all," he tried to keep his tone airy, and winced as he finished. They would see right through it.

"If you don't want to talk about it right now, we can talk about it later, my love. Just let me know." They pulled his hair back gently, leaning his head back and moving their fingers over his temples. It felt divine, and the elf drew his legs up a bit under the water's surface.

"Mn… you caught me, darling," he chuckled sheepishly. "I will, though, I promise." Even if it would be difficult to grit out. He swallowed again, deciding to change the subject. "You don't want to get in? You're… not to be rude, darling, but you're quite ripe."

"Is it distracting?" They paused with their hands in his hair, looking down at him with a smirk. "I just didn't want to assume…" they slipped their tail into the tub, curling it against his stomach. Astarion shifted in the water, and the imp's smirk grew wider as they ran their fingers along the length of his pointy ears. His eyes fluttered closed instinctively, and he shuddered. Festé leaned down and kissed his cheek before tilting his head back up and scooping more water to rinse his hair.

"That, mnh…" he started, calming himself with a slow sigh, "That felt really nice, darling," he finished in a husky whisper, his shoulders twitching as the water ran down his back once more. He moved one of his arms between his thighs, leaning forward slightly; the imp's tail was flicking against his stomach.

"Good, I'm glad," they murmured, kneading gently over the back of his neck with their thumbs. They were more roughly textured than he expected, and he arched his back with a pleasured hiss. "Sorry, too much?" He shook his head, sending water droplets everywhere, and Festé chuckled. "Alright, my love." They continued kneading slowly down to his shoulders, working on the tight muscles. It was painful, to be sure, but he couldn't recall a single time before the imp had come into his life where the pain was balanced out with such care taken with his body. Festé came upon a particularly hard knot, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan, tilting his head to the side. "Does this feel okay?" Their hands had paused again, gentle on his skin.

"Please… don't stop," he hissed, reaching up to grip the side of the tub, his other arm still between his legs. How humiliating, he mused, getting aroused by a simple massage, not to mention trying to hide it. They were just being nice, after all. He took another slow, steady breath, letting them loosen the knot. "It feels… excellent, darling. A…Ah!" Their thumbs all but pried his shoulder apart where it met the base of his neck, and his entire body tensed. It sent a tendril of heat directly to his groin.

"Lay back," they spoke softly, splaying one palm over his chest. Gods damn it. "It'll feel sore, but the knot is gone n- Oh." They had been looking at his face when they had pushed at his chest, but had glanced down while they spoke. Their eyes grew wide before they averted their gaze from his groin. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't realize it felt that good. Do you need a moment?" Astarion frowned, catching their wrist as they meant to sit up. His voice came out in a pathetic whimper, and he cursed himself silently.

"N…no. Please, darling," he pulled their hand back to his chest, and they huffed softly, grazing their fingernails over his nipple. "Please, don't stop." Suddenly, he was ashamed, he knew exactly what he was craving at this moment, and prayed that his imp wouldn't read it in his eyes. He looked away quickly, his grip loosening on their wrist. To his surprise, they circled his nipple with their thumb and pinched it, eliciting a gasp to rush down his throat, and moved to peck at the side of his neck.

"You want to do things a different way today?" their voice came out as a deep purr, "All you had to do was ask, my love. All you ever have to do is ask." They sat up, ghosting their hand over his throat and making him shiver once more. Damn them for being so intuitive; he had never felt so bare before anyone else in his life. With a soft grunt, he sat up and turned to face them, sitting on his knees and feeling conflicted.

"You don't think I'm asking too mu-" they placed their finger gently against his lips as he met their eyes. They were smiling, and he couldn't find a trace of haughtiness in the gesture. He tilted his head when their free hand rested against his cheek, their thumb stroking his skin gently.

"Not at all," they chuckled. "But I'll have to warn you," they narrowed their eyes at him, "I'm a lot nicer than you are, Star. I'll give you absolutely anything you want, as many times as you want." Their tone was playful, and they bent down to kiss him slowly, tangling their hands in his hair.

a/n: wowzers, first of all thank you for reading! the people who support this fic are actually cooler than everyone else, sorry not sorry this was so weird for me to write, astarion is a completely different beast from festé is. i like exploring his selfishness and conflicted thoughts, and i really hope the way that i wrote his little trip down memory lane isn't too confusing for the folks reading. love you all! stay squeaky! (you get sub!astarion, as a treat!)

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[bloodsuckingfiends]

Astarion who hugs you close to him, cheek resting on the top of your head, when he’s feeling particularly anxious or dissociative. Holding YOU, rather than the other way around comforts him for the fact that he’s not the one being restricted or held down, which sends his mind back to pre-tadpole times. Holding you to him is grounding, holds him in the present where he is safe, and loved, and cared for beyond his own belief.

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[partially-controlled-chaos]

Come Back to Me pt. 1

Pairing: Astarionxf!Tav

Rating: M

Warnings: Hurt/angst, comfort, trauma, fluff, trauma, soft jealous Astarion

Summary: After an attack in the Shadow Cursed Lands, Tavriel is exposed to the toxins of fear inducing mushroom spores, causing her already weakened mind to relive the traumatic horrors of her past. Astarion and Halsin are forced to work quickly to cure her mind of the spores before the effects remain with her permanently.

Also read on AO3! Check there for more frequent updates because I sometimes forget to also post them here.

I also recommend reading my previous fic for some backstory on my Tav! Not totally necessary, but if you’d like some backstory you can find it here!

Masterlist

Come Back to Me Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

The fireplace crackled softly in the small room, the light flickering across the walls and ceiling offered the only illumination. Astarion laid in bed with one arm under his head; his eyes closed but not fully sleeping. Since being in the Shadow Cursed Lands, he’d had trouble resting, the constant darkness was a harsh reminder of his life under Cazador and he wanted nothing more than to leave the horrid place. He missed the sun and the warmth it brought. He wasn’t sure how long he had in the sun and he detested any unnecessary second he had to spend in darkness. However, making their way through the Shadow Curse was the only way to continue their journey to rid themselves of the tadpole swimming in his brain, so he reluctantly agreed to the journey.

A whimper in his ear caused his eyes to open and his head to turn towards the companion sleeping rather unsoundly next to him. Tavriel whimpered again, her eyes clenched together tightly as the nightmare in her mind began to grow and swirl. She was asleep on her side while nestled closely under Astarion’s free arm, her head tucked against his neck with one arm draped over his torso and one of her legs tangled within his. He could feel her breathing against his neck. Short, quick bursts of her warm breath washed over him while her hand latched to his side, desperately trying to bring him closer. 

While the darkness and shadows of the Shadow Cursed Lands had a negative impact on everyone in the party, particularly Astarion, it seemed to be weighing more heavily on Tavriel. She had spent a lifetime of torture and pain in a cold, dark dungeon at the hands of her old master and being back in the unyielding darkness was taking its toll. She hadn’t been sleeping well, nightmares and vile memories were coming to her more and more frequently the longer they stayed, and her mood had taken a sharp turn. 

Tavriel was prone to nightmares while above ground, given her history, but they were not frequent and never severe enough to rouse others. However, everyone knew when she had the first one under the Shadow Curse. A guttural scream had pierced the silence of the Last Light Inn that night, waking every resident in the building, and continued until the source was found. Tavriel’s companions had rushed into her room, expecting to see her being attacked by an enemy, but were instead surprised to find her alone. She was in bed, writhing and clawing at her head and back as another scream escaped her lips. She was lost in a nightmare, her breath coming in rapid pants and she was unable to be stirred from her sleep. A quick, firm shake of her shoulders from Karlach had finally snapped her trance and she struggled for a moment, trying to gather her senses while also get her breathing under control. Karlach still had her by the shoulders as Tavriel finally came to.

“Are you alright, soldier?” Karlach had asked. Tavriel had said nothing, still panting lightly as her eyes scanned the room. She felt the fear once again rise in her chest as she realized she had not only disturbed the tiefling, but every one else in her group. They stood in her room and in the threshold, concern and confusion etched on their faces as they watched their seemingly strong leader simply crumble to her own mind. Tavriel had managed to utter a quick apology and asked that everyone return to bed before wiggling her way from Karlach’s grasp. Without another word, she had pushed passed her companions and out of her room, heading downstairs in the inn to clear her mind. The lower level of the inn was thankfully quiet and she was able to find a dark corner she could use to compose herself before facing her friends once again. 

In her small corner, Tavriel paced and tried her best to keep herself moving, trying to ease her frazzled mind. Keeping still would only allow the memories to flood back in and regain their firm grip on her heart. Her fingers raked through her hair, over and over, tugging at the roots with each new pull, desperately trying to have her focus on anything else. With a final turn, she ended up bumping into something solid. Astarion had followed her down once she left her rooms, allowing her to self soothe until it was apparent her own methods were no longer working. He had gripped her shoulders tightly when she collided with him and pulled her to him, wasting no time in wrapping his arms around her until she could be consoled.

Astarion insisted from that night on that they share a bed. Tavriel was hesitant at first, not wanting to disturb his own rest with her issues, but she eventually agreed and had slept beside him ever since. He wanted nothing sexual from the sleeping arrangement, but wanted to be there when she needed waking from her dreams. And tonight was no different. Tavriel was once again slipping into the depths of her nightmares, beginning to thrash against his side as everything became more vivid in her mind.

“Easy now, darling,” he whispered into her ear, his grip tightening around her, “you’re safe. No harm will come to you here.” His words did not ease her troubled mind. She started pushing against him, doing anything she could to escape; her eyes still sewn shut and her face twisted into a look of agony. Her whimpers of fear quickly grew louder, dancing on the verge of becoming screams. Astarion swiftly sat up, still partially reclining but no longer flat on his back, as he secured his arm around her back and the other previously occupied arm hooked under her knee. With a grunt of effort, he pulled Tavriel on top of him, using his arms to clutch her close to his chest so she couldn’t worm her way off the bed and onto the floor. He pressed his cheek to hers, speaking into her ear.

“Tavriel,” he said firmly, “Tavriel, wake up. It’s a dream. Come back to me, my love.” His words seemed to finally break through to the elf and she began to settle, readjusting a bit to find a comfortable position atop the vampire.

“There we go,” he cooed as her breathing slowed to a normal rate, “that's it, darling.” Astarion pulled her hair to the side, giving him better access to her back. Slowly, he ran his hand along her spine, hoping his ministrations could coax her back to sleep before she had to be up for the day. Her muscles were tight under his fingers, but began to loosen the more he touched her.

“I’m sorry,” Tavriel said softly, her voice beginning to crack, “I’m disturbing you, aren’t I?” She felt terrible knowing her nightly terrors would often result in Astarion lying awake for most of the night, but did find comfort and solace with his company. He understood more than anyone how darkness could corrupt the mind, so she felt safe knowing she could be vulnerable around him without fear of mockery or cruelty. 

“Nonsense, love.” He continued to stroke her back as he spoke, “Now rest. They’ll be calling for you soon enough.” As nice as idea of falling back into a peaceful slumber sounded, Tavriel couldn’t bring herself to close her eyes, afraid of the nightmares that might claw their way back inside her mind. She kept her gaze transfixed on the fire on the other side of the room, desperate to cling to any light she could find. Gods, how she hated the darkness, hated the shadows lurking all around until they seeped into her dreams. As much as she wanted to run as far away from this place as she could, she was bound to the promise she had made to Halsin to lift the curse from the lands, not wanting to back down from her word. She silently cursed her innate desire to help those in need, but ultimately knew she was making the right call, even if her own welfare was declining.

“If you won’t sleep,” Astarion’s soft voice broke her concentration, “do you want to talk about it?” Tavriel would often tell Astarion about her night terrors, finding that talking through them offered some comfort, but there were times that she would keep them to herself. She felt that there were some that were too heaven to burden him with and this was one of those moments. 

“No, not this time,” her voice was low, “although I do appreciate the offer.” She offered him a half hearted smile before nuzzling her head back against his chest. They continued to lay in silence, neither wanting to disturb the peace between them. Astarion’s fingers found their way to her head, softly scratching at her scalp as Tavriel’s breathing began to slow and her eyes began to droop.

Astarion smiled as he felt her heart beat against his chest, the sensation almost mimicking his own heart pounding. Of course, with Tavriel, his heart had resumed beating, metaphorically speaking. Everything about her seemed to thaw his icy heart. He loved the feeling that would wash over him if he could squeeze a smile and laugh out of her with a quick remark. Her hands, despite always being ready for battle, were always gentle with him and never strayed in an attempt for something sexual. By the gods, it was getting harder and harder for him to deny the feelings for her that had rooted deep in his soul. He was in love with her.

“Soldier!” Karlach’s voice broke through the silence with a pound at the door, “Are you in there? Halsin’s been looking for you!” With a heavy sigh, Tavriel reluctantly opened her eyes.

“I’m almost ready!” She called as she pushed herself off Astarion’s chest. She swung her leg over his body, rolling to her side before sliding off the bed. Tavriel stood, arching her back and stretching her arms above her head with a groan as she tried to shake the sleep from her body. She had delayed as long as she could, now dreading the fact she would have to venture deep into the forest of the Shadow Curse after her promise to go scouting with Halsin.

Astarion sat up fully, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, but remained seated as he watched Tavriel ready herself. She had already removed her tunic and tossed it across the room by the time he sat up, leaving her back exposed to him as she rummaged through her belongings to find a relatively clean alternative. His eyes scanned along her backside, noting the different marks that adorned her back. Like himself, her body was littered with scars given to her by her former master, but he had never asked how she got them, almost feeling like he would be prying if he did. Although he was certain she would explain them to him if he ever were to ask, he still hesitated, not wanting to have her relive the making of the scars. They were deep in her skin, no doubt to have been painful, and some even appeared to be fresh. His trance was broken as Tavriel pulled a wrinkled shirt over her head, once again hiding the evidence of her torture to the world.

“You know you don’t have to go,” he mused while leaning back on his hands, “You could always ask someone else to go and you can go back to bed. You look dreadful, dear.” Astarion wasn’t wrong. Lack of sleep and barely eating since being in the Shadow Cursed Lands had certainly taken a toll on Tavriel. She had perpetually dark circles under her eyes and she seemed to be getting weaker. Tavriel was by no means the strongest on the team, but Astarion had noticed that even simple tasks were almost too much for her now. He was concerned with how much life was being sapped from his beloved.

“Hells, I’ll even go in your place if that means you stay here and rest.” He watched as Tavriel fumbled with her hair, hastily trying to braid the mess, but failing miserably. Astarion stood and made his way to Tavriel, taking the haphazardly made braid from her hands and redoing it himself.

“You’re sweet,” she hummed, thankful for him taking over, “but I promised Halsin that I would be the one to go. I can’t offer people much other than my word these days so I need to keep my promises.”

Astarion hissed at the name. Gods, how he loathed that man. Halsin wasn’t inherently bad, in fact he was almost utter perfection. Because of this, Astarion couldn’t help but feel jealousy towards the druid. And deep down, he was afraid that Halsin could provide Tavriel everything he couldn’t, everything she could ever want from a partner. Truthfully, it was only a matter of time until Tavriel came to her senses and left him for the better man. Halsin was everything Astarion wasn’t. He was strong, level headed, warm, alive…

Not to mention that he and Tavriel seemingly had more in common than she did with Astarion. Both were wood-elves with an innate love of nature and the outdoors, while Astarion would much rather spend his time reading a book in luxury. Coupled with the fact that Tavriel had been separated from nature for so long, Astarion could easily see Halsin stepping in and offering to show her everything she had missed out on. Taking her on walks in the forest, swimming in lakes, bonding with any furry creature that crossed their paths, and offer her the warmth and love she so desperately wanted and deserved. Years of torment under Cazador had left Astarion bitter and jaded, more than happy to find whatever benefitted himself and leaving others to themselves. Even though he had developed a soft spot for Tavriel, he didn’t always agree with her willingness to help everyone. Halsin, on the other hand, was the opposite. Always willing to rescue those that needed saving, even at his own peril. The more Astarion thought about just how similar Tavriel and Halsin were, the more he realized that Tavriel would be stupid to stay with him.

“This isn’t your problem, you know.” He seethed while continuing to braid her hair, “The druid seems more than capable of solving his own issues without dragging us into it. We have our own problems to deal with. Or have you forgotten about the tadpoles we have swimming around in our brains? Why must you insist on helping every lost soul or injured little beastie we come across?”

“Because no one came for me,” Tavriel said quietly, “I’ve spent almost my entire life locked away in a cage, abused and neglected, because no one would help me. No one could be bothered to come looking for me, not even my own parents. I help others because I can’t stomach the idea of walking past someone who needs help. I can only see myself in them, when I was at my lowest, begging only for death because I was so miserable.” Astarion sighed, placing a soft kiss to the crown of her head.

“You know I absolutely adore you, but your generosity is going to be your downfall one day.” Astarion said as he twirled the completed braid into a bun at the base of Tav’s head, pinning it in place, “I just want to see you safe.” His voice had softened, not intending to start an argument. “You and I both have experienced more than our fair share of torment and yet we turned out so differently. One of us turned out cold and vindictive while the other would willingly lay down their life for another. I do sometimes think you are too good for me, darling.”

“We’re cut from the same cloth, Astarion,” Tavriel said as she hoisted her armor onto her shoulders, “we just happened to respond to a lifetime of absolute shit differently. That doesn’t make either of us better than the other. We coped the best we could in both situations.”

“Oh, good heavens not at all, dear,” Astarion chuckled while helping Tavriel with the laces to her outfit, “two sides of the same coin, perhaps, but not the same cloth. I was cut from the finest Baldurian silk one could buy whereas you are more like…burlap.” 

“Burlap?!” she turned quickly to face him, a smile wide on her face as she indulged his teasing.

“Ah, but only the finest burlap, I will say.” He tapped with tip of her nose with his finger, “Honestly, love, you can’t possibly imagine anything other than burlap when you look at that scraggly bush that adorns your pretty little head. I had a hard enough time simply trying to pin it in place.”

“Well, do forgive me, darling. I’ve not been too terribly concerned with the state of my hair while in the shadows.” She teased as she approached him, her fingers toying with the tassels on the front of his tunic.

“I wouldn’t expect you to, but that’s where I come in,” Astarion’s hands travelled down her sides and landed on her hips, pulling Tavriel flush to his chest, “Once you get back from your little waltz in the shadows, we’ll get you cleaned up with a nice bath and see what wonders I can do for that hair of yours. I can’t say I can work an absolute miracle, I am a vampire spawn and not a wizard, after all, but I do have my talents.”

“If that’s the case, if you manage to turn my burlap into silk rivaling yours, then you will be greatly rewarded.” Her voice lowered with her final words before softly placing a single kiss on the underside of his jaw. Astarion felt a gentle warmth spread to his cheeks as her lips departed from his skin. Tavriel’s kisses were few and far between, not from a lack of caring on her part, but she was admittedly emotionally stunted. Showing affections was something she struggled with after being abused for so long, but she was learning in her own time; they both were. 

Although Astarion had already confessed to Tavriel that he wanted their relationship to be more than just face value and they were officially a bonded pair, they had mutually decided to remove sex from relationship for the time being. Both the vampire and the elf needed time to be comfortable with the idea of more aggressive intimacy in order to make anything work, not that they minded, of course. They were happy to be in each others company, either in silence or spending the night talk with each other, but that didn’t stop them from playful flirting and a stolen kiss every now and again. 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Tavriel sighed as she pulled away, “I’m sure I’ve kept Halsin waiting long enough.” Before she could fully leave Astarion’s grasp, he pulled her back to him.

“Before you go, I do have one small favor to ask you,” his voice dropped as he spoke, showing a rare side of seriousness, “Since you’re making promises to any old person you come across, will you make one to me?” Astarion’s hands returned to her hips, squeezing them lightly.

“Of course.” She said softly, “What can I do for you?” 

“Just come back,” he pressed his forehead to hers as he spoke, “come back to me.” Tavriel cupped her hands to his face, softly stroking the hollows of his cheeks as she leaned into his embrace. She could sense there was something else behind his request, but wasn’t well rested enough to look too far into it.

“I promise,” Tavriel said as she pressed her forehead further onto his, “I’ll come back to you. Right here. Just like this.” She lingered for a moment more before finally pulling away, reluctantly removing her hands from his cheeks. Without another word, she slipped out of their shared room and headed down stairs. Astarion stood silently in the center of the room, the light from the fire beginning to fade as he was left with his thoughts. Tavriel was fully capable of surviving the shadow curse, she had survived possible centuries of worse treatment, and with Halsin by her side she would surely be fine. But, despite these facts, Astarion couldn’t shake the sense of unease that was settling in his chest. The Shadow Cursed Lands did not abide by traditional rules, they mercilessly took what they wanted and left nothing untouched. Astarion could only hope that Tavriel would be left untouched by the corruption.

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[imgeekgirlfan]

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Pairings:  Astarion x Original Female Character(Named Tav)  [From Baldur's Gate 3]

Tag/Warnings : Canon Compliant, Post-Endgame, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Tragedy, Mentions of past abuse, Suicidal Thoughts, References to Depression, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Synopsis : Astarion returned to the city of Baldur's Gate, following the final request of his beloved, who asked him to bury her next to his grave. As dawn approached, Astarion held the lifeless body of his love, reminiscing about the countless memories they shared together.

A/N : The story started when I came across this tweet: 'do you guys think your tavs/durges stayed with their love interest long term or not?'

I got the idea to tell the story of my Tav and her love interest, Astarion. What would happen to them after the end of Baldur's Gate 3? I've been thinking about it a lot and it's quite heartbreaking.

From these little headcanons, I developed this one-shot about them.

My Tav is a human bard with a noble background. So, I imagined her as the daughter of a noble Baldurian,which contrasts with Astarion's background. Their initial relationship was more of a adversaries before blossoming into love in the end.

Listening to the song "I Will Follow You into the Dark" by Death Cab for Cutie gave me a lot of inspiration for this couple. (At first, I wanted to use the song "Take Me To Church" as the title, but it's too popular. I thought a song that many might not have heard of would be fitting for this tale.)

Read in Ao3 : here

"Jones," Astarion whispered, calling his beloved, but she didn't respond. 

Her eyes closed tightly, her body growing colder with each passing moment. 

Astarion pulled her closer, hoping his slight warmth might warm her. He knew it wouldn't help, and she would never wake to look into his eyes again.

Human lives are fleeting, from young maiden to old crone, from crone to spirit. 

Her entire life was a blink of an eye compared to his cursed immortality. 

Once, Astarion had both disdain and curiosity about this human. A race so fragile and feeble, never wielding a sword to harm anyone, raised in a noble family, spending half a comfortable lifetime in a grand mansion in Baldur’s Gate, surrounded by obedient servants bowing to her every whim.

He couldn't make sense of her. For a vampire like him who had struggled to survive amidst enemies and a cruel world for centuries. He was nothing but a bloodthirsty creature, a servant under a master's foot who got treated worse than a common slave, struggling to sustain his life with the taste of filthy rat blood that almost made him vomit.

Astarion envies her for an ideal life in the gilded cage he could only dream of. envied the short-lived human existence. While he had no right to die willingly if his evil master didn't want him to die,

And he wondered why she had fled her high-life in the capital city of Baldur’s Gate to suffer with them. why someone so inept at fighting would risk her life battling monsters, from goblins and evil undead to even gods, to aid them and help everyone unrelated to her.

He thought Jones was foolish, and he didn't like fools.

Ironically, eighty years later, he found himself shedding tears at her death.

"I wish to be buried beside your grave, Star." That was one of her last wishes before she breathed her last in his embrace. This led Astarion to make the singular decision to step out of the Underdark and return to Baldur’s Gate, the city where he once hated heavily, to fulfill the last wish of his beloved.

The black sky began to turn deep blue. Astarion knew he should hurry to bury Jones properly before the sunrise. As he contemplated, his eyes caught withered flowers left on the ground near his own grave marker. For a brief moment, Astarion reminisced about the memories he shared with her. He had once brought Jones to his own grave, recounting his life before turning into a vampire. and then visualizing a future where he wished to live with her,as his past had died over two centuries ago and she was the only future he desired.

Astarion remembered his overwhelming fear that Jones might refuse him. She was the highborn daughter of Baldur’s Gate's noble families. Why would she choose to endure the hardships of life with an elf vampire like him?

Yet his fear vanished instantly when he saw the soft smile on her smooth face. She placed flowers on his grave and embraced him, accepting his love wholeheartedly. 

That night was the night he died and was reborn in her embrace. Not as the enslaved Astarion, not as the villainous Astarion, but as Astarion the redeemed, never to be alone again because he would have her by his side forever.

But the words 'forever' don't really exist, especially for humans and vampires.

Still, Astarion couldn't help but secretly hope.

Sometimes, darker thoughts overshadow his mind, eclipsing all the goodness he has left. Astarion often secretly pondered that if he chose the path of power, performed an ancient ritual to sacrifice seven thousand souls to a devil, and transformed himself into a vampire ascendant, he would have enough strength to walk in the sunlight with her and enough power to turn her into a vampire like him. Then they could live together forever without the fear of death taking her away.

But it was Jones who restrained him then. She persuaded Astarion to see that these powers offered him nothing but the dark legacy of the Vampire Master, an inheritance of wickedness that would never end. She told him he could be better than Cazador, his former master, and he didn't have to continue killing others to sustain his existence anymore.

Astarion trusted her, though he couldn't deny feeling deeply regretful. And Jones sensed his feelings. She gently grasped his cold hands and earnestly vowed, "Star, I will find a way to cure you of vampirism, so you can walk under the sunlight with me again."

And she kept her promise. After successfully helping Baldur’s Gate city fend off the threats of the Mind Flayers and Nether Brain, she and him began a new adventure together. They journeyed across the entire continent of Faerûn, from Waterdeep to Athkatla, Neverwinter, Luskan, and even the mysterious realm of Feywild, all in pursuit of finding a cure for him.

Those times were special, building strong bonds and beautiful memories between them. They laughed together, danced together, fought together, and held each other close under vast skies and twinkling stars as witnesses.

Until Jones began to age and couldn’t continue the journey. That was when they both realized how little time they had left. And no matter how much time and effort they put in, there was no way to find a cure for him anymore.

Facing the harsh reality was incredibly difficult. Astarion had to hide his deep sorrow while he tried to persuade her to stop the adventure and live out her remaining days in the Underdark, the dark and sunless realm, the only place where he could be with her.

He knew what the near future held. Nothing would hurt as much as watching his beloved age continuously, waiting for her time to pass while he remained unchanged.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you as I promised. Please forgive me," she said during their time in Underdark. Her bright blue eyes, the very eyes he fell in love with, overflowed with guilt.

Astarion wanted her to know that he could never be angry or hate her.

The shovel still lay untouched on the ground, with no sign of being used anytime soon. While the vampire elf sat silently in front of his own grave marker, letting old memories flow through his mind once more,. Both his arms cradled her lifeless body as if she were still alive.

"My beloved Star, please continue to live on for me. I wish to see you happy for a long time," another of her last requests echoed in his mind. The gentle touch of her frail hand on his cheek still lingers in his heart to this day.

"Jones." Astarion whispers her name again. Tears, which he had not shed for a long time, now streamed down his pale face. "I can't do it," he murmured to her lifeless body. "How can I find happiness without you?"

A golden beam slowly crept in, chasing away the darkness from the vast sky. Yet Astarion's body remained unmoving, just like the eyes of the vampire, which refused to leave the withered face of his beloved for a second. He memorized every detail of her, keeping it in his memory as best as he could. She still looked as beautiful as ever in his eyes—always and forever.

"I wish the next life was real. I hope we'll meet again, live together, and build a family," Astarion whispered softly, planting a tender kiss on the edge of her lips. "Wait for me, darling. I'll follow you soon, no matter where you choose to go."

Finally, he tore his gaze away from her, looking up at the sky once more. For the first time in centuries, he had the chance to gaze at the nearing dawn with full eyes. As the sun peeked over the horizon, followed by the warm rays starting to seep through his skin, cracks began to form, turning his skin into tiny specks of dust.

Before his final consciousness faded, Astarion's thoughts remained vivid. 

This was the most beautiful dawn he had ever witnessed.

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[tired0artist]

| the sun & the eclipse |

(tav) tavèlia from my ascended astarion fic inspired by "Burn (Ascended Astarion animatic)" made by Vesper on YouTube.

>>•<< TW/ abuse, slight gore, >>•<<

For four hundred years all that remained was a doll, locked away but not forgotten. Never by him.

The grand doors opened, revealing Astarion as he dragged in a whimpering man.

“My darling!” he greeted, coming closer to where Tavèlia sat like a perfect statue. Her figure was draped in golden silks and opal stones, making her look almost like a personification of the sun. Especially with her too long honey hair, curling on the floors around her, gleaming in the candlelight.

“Oh, my darling. You’re a vision, as always.” he admitted, taking her in with greedy eyes, before snarking cruelly to the human he held “Not that you’d see.”

Not only did he bring Tavèlia the perfect victims to feed on. Astarion also carved out their eyes and tongues.

Eyes so that they may not lay a single glance at Tavèlia’s beauty. As it was only reserved for Astarion… no other being has seen her for a long time now.

And their tongues so that they couldn’t even think of sputtering insults at her, or worse. Least they’d try to kiss her… as if that would be something that happened.

“Come, come, don’t be shy.” he coaxed her, making Tavèlia stand up without a word and come closer, her red eyes empty and lost.

She didn’t even feel the thirst… she didn’t want to drink from them this way. At the beginning, Astarion provided her with glasses of blood, then once she got confident enough, she asked for it. There were no victims so to speak, she drank from those who let her and that was it.

It was after she was confined to this room that Astarion started to bring her fresh prey.

And as much as Tavèlia didn’t want to admit it… blood tasted and filled her up best, when it came from a living target.

Astarion of course knew that…

“There we go, my darling.” Astarion said as he forced the human on his knees, before leaning forward and kissing Tavèlia.

Even though her numbness Tavèlia felt her dead heart clench in her chest.

She loved him.

Oh how she still loved this monster that took her beloved’s form. She loved him like a flower loves the sun. How it needs it to flourish, to grow and to bloom.

Tavèlia loved him with all that was left. It wasn’t much, but it was all she had…

Read more here: | i want to live |

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[pastshadows]

Shadows of the Past

Summary: Astarion remained a spawn after ending the reign of Cazador with your help. After defeating the Netherbrain, you and Astarion stay together, moving forward with your lives. You reside in a small house in the city. One night, after an awkward and concerning interaction with him, he disappears without a trace.

Setting: Post End-Game. Mostly canon compliant.

Content: Explicit 18+ - intended for mature audiences [Slow Burn].

Warnings: [Additional tags will be added, but expect mature content. Read at your own risk.}

Spoilers. Mentions of in-game missable content. Violence. Implied/Attempted Sexual Assault [Chapter 7]. Past Trauma. Murder. Death. Longing. Sexual themes. Smut. Blood drinking. Angst. Innuendos. High use of sarcasm. Completely fabricated camp interactions.

Additional Notes:

Tav is named.

Fabricated camp events as well as mentions of in-game story events.

Tav will likely have her own backstory.

Some details of Tav's appearance are/will be mentioned.

Mentions of Tav being a High Elf Draconic Sorcerer.

I am not familiar with the rules of DnD 5e, or how they effect the world, so for story purposes, some thing may be fabricated and not congruent. I will try to avoid this as much as I can.

I write, edit and proofread most of my own works (big thank you to my friends who accept my infatuation and help me), I do apologize if there are typos or Incongruent content.

Chapter 1: Abandonment

Chapter 2: Home & Heartache

Chapter 3: Escape & Evade

Chapter 4: Magic and Mischief

Chapter 5: Soaked in Desire

Chapter 6: Reminiscence

Chapter 7: Complications Abound

Chapter 8: Flight

Chapter 9: Midnight Masquerade

Chapter 10: Eclipsing Shadows

Chapter 11: Fate's Folly

Chapter 12: Growth

Chapter 13: Imprisonment

AO3: Crossposted

If you're interested I also write a fanfic for Ascended Astarion x Spawn Tav - Fangs and Fractured Hearts

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[yangcherie]

bathing.

𐀔 pairings: cast (astarion, gale, wyll, lae’zel, shadowheart, karlach, halsin) x female!tiefling!tav (reader).

𐀔 content warnings: suggestive, everybody is a little freak, non-consensual voyeurism, implied scent kink (gale), mentions of scars, afab anatomy. tiefling anatomy.

𐀔 sypnosis: what is a warrior to do when all their companions are peeping toms?

𐀔 author’s note: they are freaks and its been very long since i’ve written. please forgive a lady if what she’s written is unappealing.

“Can you keep it – fucking quiet?!”

Astarion whisper-yells at the entire party of people hiding within bushes and treelines, all fighting tooth and nail like rabid animals for a peek (and taste) of their ragtag, frustratingly attractive leader’s curves.

They didn’t even mean to stumble into eachother, each to their own blindly traversing through the thickets of the woods towards the nearest river. Tav simply mentioned having to retire early to take a bath (much to Gale’s dismay), and they all hungrily jumped towards the opportunity like dogs to a meatless bone, the one of the hopefully many chances they’ll see you naked, vulnerable, and shivering – even if it’s only due to the lack of warmth in the river’s streams.

It’s wrong, debauched, even. Hells, even literal devils, Karlach and Wyll, wear faces ridden with shame. Of course, they (namely Astarion and Lae’zel) poked at the others stalking as if they weren’t shamelessly doing the same.

The tension in the air was thick, each a barrel on the verge of explosion ready to wipe out the recently discovered possibility of rivalries and competition – but they couldn’t blame eachother; there was just something about you that made you so very enticing. They all thought it was incredibly silly to think only one person would want you.

“Well,” Astarion clicked his tongue in displeasure, having his private time foiled. Still, he smiled sardonically. “we’re all degenerates, it seems. We’re all looking forward to having a... fun time.”

A deep rumble came, and it surprisingly did not come from the forest ground. It was simply Halsin, all too polite and calm smiles. Astarion groaned; he was sick of this big fucking oaf with hearts for eyes and a log of wood for brains. “We are not depraved for simply yearning to admire our friend in a state of tranquil—”

“Oh, please! Don’t act like a saint in front of me!” The vampire spawn huffed, hands on his hips. “We’re all here for the same reason, we all want to see Tav fucking naked, no point in lying now!”

Tints of red and pink all rushed to everyone’s faces, and even Shadowheart was reduced to fiddling with her fingers together. Though awkward coughs ensued in the air, not a single word of denial was uttered.

Karlach is first to speak up, ever brazen. “It’s true!” She says with her signature sharp smile. “I wanted to see her tits!”

(Lae’zel and Astarion nodded approvingly to Karlach’s honesty. Halsin and Gale quietly shared their sentiments on their preference to your ass. Shadowheart and Wyll could not disagree to both.)

Amidst their busy conversation and debate regarding your body’s fine qualities, the alarmingly close and approaching noises of branches snapping and leaves crunching had rendered them silent, panicked shivers and goosebumps on their skin. With shared glances and only a few split seconds to react, the party floundered and flailed for whatever they could use to stay hidden.

“Settle down, you circus; Tav’s coming!” Wyll is the first amongst the party to silently and comically dive into a bush with Karlach, clutching their tails to avoid it rustling about in excitement. Halsin had thrown Gale and Astarion atop a tree’s thick branches before joining them. Lae’zel, disappointingly, camoflauges just well with the greenery, watching Shadowheart flounder about and settle for lying on the ground with grass over her face.

“All you filthy ska'keth.” Lae’zel hisses, letting everyone know of your now visible presence, the halting of your footsteps along the other edge of the river. “Enjoy the show.”

Across the distance, their focus had been shifted to you and now solely you.

You quietly groan, trudging towards the river you’ve been searching to no end, you set down your basket of fine oils, herbs and waxes as your armored limbs ache and practically cry for a dip in the clear stream. With no haste, you take in the cool night air, this little moment of peace, away from prying eyes you’ve fought long and hard to obtain. Sweat trickles down your throat, your tail swaying in contentment in the calm atmosphere.

Quickly deciding you’ve had enough of the crisp air, you reach towards your body to unclasp and unfasten the many buckles on your durable armor – starting with the iron top, quickly taking it off to reveal your bare, battle-worn chest and hastily discarding the metal on your legs, throwing them aside in favor of letting the cold air bite at your naked, scarred body before you go into the water; allowing your body a little moment of respite from the suffocation and heat of tight, bloody armor – even letting your tail sway around freely instead of being constricted to being stiff. A content smile creeps its way onto your face.

You lightly step your way from the sand to the edge of the water, continuing to walk until you’re trembling from the cold, until you’re hips-down in the water. A grateful sigh is pulled from your lips as you start to wade about, your hands subtly working to wash the dried blood, gore and grime off of your body and hair – using the oils and wax soaps of sweet woodruff and wine from your basket, even scrubbing your horns. A little part of you finds this normalcy almost unfamiliar, uncomfortable; it’s been quite a while you’ve taken care of yourself. Your thoughts start to drift; prior to your abduction by the Nautiloid ship, were you ever taken care of, like this? By other hands, even?

(You hope so.)

Another sigh is dragged out of you, though wearier as guilt treads within you. Just a little moment of peace, of indulgence before you go back to the dreadful task of keeping your companions and yourself alive and fighting. Just a little more time. You think you deserve it.

A silence was washed over the forest, and the party as they all beheld you and your battle-worn body. It felt almost sacred, like doing this would have them damned to the Hells and below but it was simply too captivating. Your bodice was a web and a product of war, and they were caught mesmerized – with only the dense forest and one another to witness their quickly unravelling need for you. But even then, they felt some semblance to pity. What they wouldn’t give to the gods right now to be by your side and give you some tending to.

The ridges down your back, the swaying base of your tail, the alluring image of your hips and ass teasingly disappearing into the water below, the silhouette of your horns – that untroubled smile on your lips – they all drink it in with their eyes in a fashion similar to Astarion’s throat would with your blood.

They savor it for as long as they can, before stepping out of the trance as Gale himself not-so-quietly attempted to clamber down from the rough-bark tree he was settled in, dropping down to the dirt and crushing the leaves loudly and ungracefully. Shadowheart gaped with mortification at him from the ground, everyone wishing to every god above you would have mistaken the sound as a particularly large animal, perhaps an owlbear and not a wizard along with an entire party intruding on your privacy.

“Gale! What in the Nine Hells are you doing?!”

Astarion had settled for whisper-yelling once again, pointing at him accusingly from his position atop the tree’s branches besides Halsin. Gale waved his hand, silently telling him to shut the fuck up, before urgently pointing at your discarded armor and clothing, then proceeding to give him a big smile and two thumbs up.

Surely enough to the mortification of the party, he quickly cast Misty Step over himself to travel to your area and hastily swiped (stole) anything soft – including your unattended bandages and undergarments, taking a small moment to put it to his nose and re-casting the spell to return below the tree within a few seconds. He wallowed in his pride before with a swift motion, tucked the newly acquired materia into the pockets of his robe much to the discomfort (and mild envy) of all of them.

“A man has to do and take what he can.” Gale reasoned to nobody in particular, nodding solemnly as if he just shared a piece of wisdom. He suppressed a yelp as Lae’zel then threw a rock at him, followed by another as Astarion thwacked a small branch straight to his forehead from above.

“Just leave it.” Wyll snidely commented, fighting with his life to tear away his eyes from your moonlit form, breaking out of a trance. “We should leave, go back to camp. It’d be suspicious if everyone just disappeared.”

“Ugh, you are such a killjoy, Wyll.” Astarion rolled his eyes but complied, scaling down the tree quietly, much unlike Gale earlier, who was still fiddling around his pockets with your intimates. “A party pooper, even.”

As repulsive the idea to leave you was, it was reasonable. Begrudingly, everyone quietly sat up or climbed down and quietly attempted to find their way through the dense, dark forest, sharing little observations and hushed chitchat along the way. And soon enough, the party found themselves in familiar territory, now gathering around and settling down near the campfire like they previously had before you announced your leave, as if they didn’t just claw their way through eachother earlier to see a scrap of your vulnerability.

The fire cast a warm glow over the party as they immersed in chitchat, a few (namely Shadowheart and Astarion) pestering and even offering a bargain to Gale for the underclothes he had nicked earlier. The wizard was not deterred; fair and square, he wagged his finger as if to say nuh-uh to the seething two. It was only shortly after, that you came stumbling back into camp like a lost fawn, hair and body language calm and loose but the armor remaining stiff on your body.

Karlach coughed to let the others know you had arrived from your personal time. “Soldier! You’re back!” You greeted her with a nod, before raising a brow and sweeping your eyes amongst them. Gale swallowed, placing a protective hand over the pocket that held your garments.

“You would not believe what happened.” You sighed in utter distress before plopping yourself down besides Halsin and Astarion on the log to let the fire embrace you with warmth, piquing everyone’s interest and attention with intense ease. “A wandering owlbear ate my clothes.”

They all collectively either guffawed or choked on their spit, Lae’zel scoffing and Astarion groaning amongst them. Right. Of course, you would have thought it was a fucking owlbear. Thieving owlbears that take normal, musky clothes instead of shiny armor.

“Ah, owlbears.” Gale tutted and sighed with faux sympathy, nervously chuckling and shifting to hide the lump in his pockets. “They’d eat almost anything, really.”

Astarion shot him a bewildered look, as if to ask, don’t you? You swallowed two of my books last night!

“You can borrow my clothes, for the night.” Shadowheart butted in, suddenly slotting herself behind you and setting a reassuring palm on your shoulder. You smiled at her, gazing up at her gratefully. “Thank you, Sha—”

“Well, you can have my clothes!” Karlach and Lae’zel shot up in unison.

“Sharing your old filth, I can sew them new clothes!” Astarion argued, until everyone started refuting eachother and proposing that you take theirs and whatnot.

You sighed with exasperated fondness, immensely troubled but somewhat used to it as you watch your companions pointlessly banter, having little doubt that by the end of the night, you’d have a fair share of everyone’s wardrobe into yours.

Still, you hope to the very bottom of your heart that the “owlbear” that stole your clothes had a full tummy, at least.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader #baldur's gate 3 x reader #astarion x reader #wyll x reader #shadowheart x reader #karlach x reader #lae'zel x reader #gale x reader #halsin x reader #tavrem #as they say #this was fun to write #this was very lame actually #sorry but its been so so so long since ive written a fic much less published it

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The Thousandth Time (Astarion x GN!Tav)

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Fits into Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Summary: Astarion and Rogue!Tav make love for the thousandth time. In a bathtub.

Tags: Smut, Slice of life, POV Second Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Spawn Astarion, Post-Canon, bathtub sex, sloppy sex, seriously just sickeningly sweet smut, Spawn Astarion, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Domesticity is romantic, Hand Jobs, Blood Drinking

A/N: Some context-- I wanted to write soft, gender neutral smut. And by the gods is this soft. I tried to look at what it's like to love someone for so long. In my experience, when you've been with someone for so many years, you still find a lot of love in the little things. which I hope I hit? Anyway, enjoy!!

Word count: ~5.3k

The thousandth time you make love to Astarion, you don't know it's the thousandth time.

It's a day like any other, really.

After a long day at the guild, you've arrived home, a sigh on your lips, a furrow to your brow.

"Whatever is the matter, my dear?"

You compose your expression and turn toward your lover. "Astarion," you start, a reflexive wistfulness to your tone. Gods are you glad to see him after a day like today. "Nothing is the matter. Nothing important anyway. Simply glad to be home."

Astarion gives you a look that says he doesn't quite believe you, but knows better than to pry too deeply into issues you'd rather not bring home. "Very well, darling. But you know I'm all pointy ears. Especially if Nine-Fingers has been difficult again."

"Ugh," you say, wincing in annoyance. "Do not say her name right now."

The vampire gives you a bright, toothy laugh. "That bad, eh?" You nod. He walks toward you, arms outstretched. "Mmm in that case, shall we call it an early night tonight?"

You dive into the comfort of his arms, holding him to you, inhaling his fresh, familiar scent. It feels like the day's troubles melt in his cold embrace, and the tension in your body finally relaxes. "That might be nice."

"Dinner first?" he asks, pulling away from you slightly.

You look into his warm crimson eyes, feel that same warmth reflected in your face. Of course, he’d check to see if your mortal needs have been met. "No need, I've eaten. How about you?"

Astarion brings a hand up to inspect your face, this way, then that. It’s as if he’s examining you for injury, not assessing if he can partake in a bit of your blood. "Mmm, you seem a tad tired, love."

"You know I'll manage. Besides, get my blood while it's still boiling with rage," you say, craning your neck for him in response.

"As delectable as that sounds,” he begins, letting go of your face, tracing his fingers along your neck. “I think a bath and bed ought to come first."

You want to argue the point, make sure he's fed to the best of your ability, but the yawn that escapes you is irrefutable. With nary another word, his hand is on the small of your back, guiding you toward the bath.

"Would you like to join me?" you ask him as you open the door. Your expression is calm, the question harboring no hidden intentions. Any other day, you may have raised an eyebrow at him suggestively, begun taking off your armor in a tease– but you're tired, simply not wanting to relinquish the feel of his arms around you.

"Certainly, if it keeps you from falling asleep in the tub…" he trails off, looking at you warily. He appears torn, somewhere between keeping you from drowning and keeping you from resting.

You give him a wry smile. “Imagine that. After felling all manner of beasts and men, finally succumbing to the tub.”

Astarion offers you a reluctant smile in return. “My love, I swear to every god above and below, if you die in any manner even remotely that ludicrous, I shall have to pretend not to know you at your funeral.”

“That’s fair,” you say, holding a hand out to him. “Best to make sure that doesn’t happen then, don’t you think?”

The man can’t argue with that, nor does he seem to want to. After an entire day away from each other, this closeness is exactly what the two of you crave. So he takes your offered hand, and follows you into the bathroom.

It has been years since you had added a tub big enough for the two of you in your house. While the two of you had accrued wealth enough for an entire bathhouse, you’d settled for a more modest setup. At least, modest in Astarion’s eyes.

The floor is made of the finest marble tiles, the walls of intricately laid and patterned brick. And in the center of the room, is the room’s main attraction: the enormous, magical tub. It’s long enough that you could comfortably lay down across the entire bottom, wide enough that you have to extend your arms to reach both sides. The outer edges are infused with enchantments to improve your bathing experience, and the tub itself is made of the highest quality crystal that gold can buy.

Once you enter the room, you activate the heat and water sigils along the basin’s edges and turn back to Astarion. “Would you mind grabbing some soaps from the shelf?”

He gives you a lopsided grin, eyes crinkling with amusement, but still moves to do as you ask. “Would you also like me to bathe you while I’m at it?”

“Oh, would you?” you ask half-joking. You begin to strip your armor off, piece by piece.

“Mmm,” he murmurs, picking out a few of his preferred scents from a shelf on the wall. He’s accumulated quite the collection now, enjoying mixing and matching as his nose guides him. “That could be arranged.”

You’re almost halfway through your armor when he returns, bottles of lemon, bergamot, and sage soaps in hand. “Ah, you know how much I love bergamot,” you say, smiling at it fondly, pausing halfway through undoing your leather straps.

“I know,” he says, placing them next to the tub before turning his attention fully to you. “I also know that you need help with that armor or we may be here all night.”

Holding your arms out wordlessly, Astarion starts to unbuckle each and every strap from the front of your padded armor. As he releases you from its confines, you take a deep, relieved breath and say, “Thank you, love.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he murmurs, leaving a long lingering touch along your now exposed collarbone. “While you strike quite the image in your armor, I think I much prefer you without.”

You laugh, feeling quite light in the now steaming room. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your mind is straying quite far from rest, Astarion.”

The vampire shrugs, beginning to tug at your undershirt and small clothes with each of his hands. “Merely stating fact, my darling.”

With a few smooth movements, he’s taken off the last of your clothing, exposing every inch of you to the warmth of the room and the heat of his gaze. He seems just about ready to bury his head in your neck, begin covering every piece of you in kisses, when you speak, “Excuse me, are you planning to enter the bath in your house clothes?”

Astarion looks down at his own garb, the comfortable satins and silks of a man who spent the day lounging at home. When faced with your words and, ugh, logic, he says with a sigh, “Would you do the honors?”

You need no more invitation before your hands are on his soft, flowing shirt, running along it appreciatively. “Is this new?”

“It is,” he says, a hint of pride in his voice. “Do you like it?”

“It feels magnificent,” you respond, beginning to undo its buttons. “I may just have to steal it for myself one of these days.”

His lips purse at you. “You know, you could simply ask, darling.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you taunt, pulling up on the shirt's edges, tugging it up and off of him. Now, faced with the plane of his ivory chest, your fingers act on instinct. They trail down his shoulders, trace the line of his pectorals, drop down the center of his stomach to the waist of his pants.

Astarion gives you a low, approving noise before asking you wryly, “Now whose mind is straying?”

“Not mine,” you respond, pulling his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion. “My hands are just so tired, I’m sure you understand.”

“Surely,” he responds, as he pulls each foot out of his pant legs. “How is the water?”

The bath is steaming by now, visibly fogging up the room, but still, you bend down to skim your hands along its surface. “Ah, it’s warm,” you say, gripping the edge with one hand. “Maybe too warm?”

“No such thing,” he responds, and one of his hands lands next to yours as he bends down to feel the water for himself. The man gives a happy hum before asking, “Shall we then?” Then his now-wet hand is smacking your butt, his head gesturing toward the waiting water. 

“Excuse you,” you say, indignantly, as you turn toward him. “I'm tired.” But you don't feel tired. Not after running your hands over his cold skin. Not after feeling the quick contact of his hand on your backside.

“Not to worry, darling. I’ll take care of you.”

As in, bathing or–? Luckily you don't have much more time to think about it before he’s lowering himself into the tub. Even with his quick movement, even with the water’s slight obscurity, you easily note that Astarion’s cock has stirred in interest.

Ah. While you hadn’t meant to illicit anything by inviting him… it’s certainly not unwelcome. It’s a good thing that your exhaustion is all but melting away under his loving touches.

Acutely aware of his sharp gaze on the length of your back, you turn to face away from him, grab the edge of the tub, and slowly enter its warmth. As was customary in your baths, he would start with your back, so you take a spot in front of him, leaving just enough room for him to settle behind you as he pleases.

Too much room clearly, as Astarion immediately scoots forward, extending his legs to each side of you. You feel his hardening length graze your backside as he does so and can’t help the smile that curves your lips.

"Astarion, dear,” you start, placing your hands on each of his knees under the water. “Are you certain you want to bathe me?"

“And why wouldn't I be?” He leans closer, planting a soft kiss along your spine.

You debate backing up into his groin to prove a point but instead shake your head. "No reason, I suppose."

He begins by lathering his hands in a mixture of soaps, carefully measured out by eye and feel. All the while, you sit before him, hands on each of his calves, thumbs repeatedly rubbing the ridge of his muscles. While he’d had a nice, calm day today, his calves are always so tight from sneaking about– and it’s the least you can do for the man that’s bathing you.

Then his hands get to work.

At first he drags both hands along your back, once, twice. Once he’s made sure that soap covers every inch of you, he starts massaging you, working the soap into your skin, kneading into your sore muscles.

Astarion knows your body so intimately and, after so many years of tending to each other, he rubs all of your tightest spots. His knuckles press deep into your neck. His fingers work around your upper back. His thumbs dig underneath the edges of your shoulder blades, working out the knots he knows lay beneath. And, by the gods, if you thought you’d been melting under his caresses before, now you’re practically a puddle.

You can’t help the noises that come out at the sensation of his nimble fingers at work. Your shoulders ache from a long day of sneaking, stabbing, and general tension of dealing with people– the relief is palpable in the way you relax into his touch, grip his legs, and release several breathy moans.

And with each moan, you can feel his cock growing firmer against you. After the first few, you can feel him shift closer with every noise he draws from you. Knowing your affect on him has always done something to stir the fire in you, and this time it has you shifting uncomfortably as heat blooms between your legs. The both of you spur the other’s building lust, all the while the fresh scent that Astarion’s concocted permeates the air.

Then, when it’s clear he’s done with your back, thoroughly satisfied with each gasping breath of pleasure, his hands drop from your shoulders. They tail down your back, playing along your spine. And, in an almost leisurely motion, they wrap around your torso, where they finally settle on your chest.

I don’t think this is a relaxing bath anymore, you think distantly. Yet you’re unable to resist leaning into his palms, arching into his touch.

Sensing your shuffles, Astarion curls further into your back, almost entirely flush to you now. His fingers feel their way to each of your nipples, first gently brushing against them, then thumbing over them each in turn. They respond eagerly, perking up under his delicate sweep.

“Astarion,” you begin, turning your head back to him slightly and raising an eyebrow. “What are you doing?” Your tone isn’t exactly admonishing– your voice comes out too quiet, desire muffling all other emotions.

His hands trail down your chest, past the surface of the bath water, settling on each of your thighs before he responds, voice low, lips inches away from your ear. “Making sure that every single centimeter of my beautiful darling is clean, of course.”

“Astarion, I thought you would be, ahh… taking care of me," you say, barely holding on to your trail of thought as his hands dip between your legs, brushing your sensitive core.

“I am taking care of you,” he whispers, finally closing the remaining distance between your back, his front. At the feel of his stiff cock pressing against your back, you give an involuntary gasp. He seems to enjoy your reaction, taking a moment to slowly grind the entire length of his hardened arousal along your backside once, before he settles between your cheeks. “Unless you’d rather leave all of this stress pent up, my dear?”

You’d been tired– been ready to bathe and head off to bed. But something about this man never fails to ignite the fire in your heart– or your loins. “I suppose not,” you murmur, releasing Astarion’s calf, running up his leg with your fingers, landing on his arm, gripping it closer to you.

“I knew you would see reason,” he says, taking your grip as guidance. His hand moves down to begin stroking your heat, building up steadily to the fast-paced rhythm he knows you like. In the water’s buoyant embrace, his actions feel a touch more fluid, his fingers more silken.

It has taken time experimenting together to reach this place– one of utmost security and intimate knowledge of each others’ bodies. But now that you’re here, you’ve found that Astarion’s agile fingers are obscenely precise in their movements. Like he knows exactly which pins to tumble to unlock your utmost excitement.

So you can't help the way you buck into his touch, nor the way the water sloshes around you both in response.

"Careful, love," he says, hand stilling. "We don't want to make a mess this time, do we?"

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remember the last time this had happened, how the floor had been practically flooded. You should agree with him, make sure that such an incident doesn't occur again. But the front of your mind is wholly occupied, thinking only of how he's stopped moving his hand, how being careful may mean that he takes it too gently. "Mmm, we managed to clean it up well enough," you respond, jerking your hips back, pressing against him with need.

Astarion's laughter rings upon the bathroom's stone walls, before it turns into a groan as you roll your hips once more. His voice is a bit huskier when he responds, "You know we’re going to regret it later.”

You smile back at him, satisfied with the noise you’ve elicited. “Sounds like a problem for later, doesn’t it?” Then your hand squeezes his arm, motioning it back down to your now throbbing arousal. “For now, what was that about releasing my stress?”

“Oh very well… in that case, let’s find where you ache most, shall we?” Astarion murmurs, dipping his head, placing a kiss on the base of your neck. “Here?” Your shoulder. “Or perhaps here?” Then his hand settles back between your legs, fingers touching you in a rather delicate caress. “Or maybe here?”

You hum a noise of approval as his . “Oh, there.”

His fingers close on your swollen sex, rubbing languidly as he whispers in your ear, “Mmm, darling. So much tension…” A bit more pressure. “I must simply…” A bit faster pace. “Massage it all away…”

If anything, his touches cause you to grasp at his legs harder, all of the muscles in your body responding in kind to his ministrations. Your back arches instinctively, earning an exquisite groan from Astarion. So when his next stroke causes you to clench, you lean into it, grinding your ass back into the full length of his erection, sliding easily in the water’s low friction.

His other hand finds its way to your hip, helping you match his pace as you continue to rock into him.

The two of you fall into a beautiful, raucous rhythm, each open and generous with your vocal pleasure, the water’s regular splashes punctuating each movement.

“Yes, yes, gods, Astarion.”

“My sweet, you’re the only divine thing here.”

Then your words begin to lose sense, your rhythm begins to falter, and it’s clear that you won’t last much longer under his caring fingers.

You also know that Astarion hasn’t been tended to nearly as well as you have.

So you move to turn toward him. With how his full length twitches against you in urgency, your own nimble fingers ought to return the favor.

Astarion stops you, placing his unoccupied hand back on your chest to hold you in place. "Ah ah ah. Love, I'm here to help you."

"You are helping,” you start, pushing back against his hand. “But I don’t want to leave you like this.” ‘This’ is obvious as the man clearly exercises every ounce of self control he has judging from the visible veins on his arm, the way his legs squeeze reflexively around you each time he strokes you.

He gives you a reluctant groan, one that does nothing to hide his desire. “Must you always be so selfless?” His hand doesn’t release your chest though, and he begins tracing delicate, wet circles around one of your nipples, as he murmurs, “Fine, just let me continue.”

Staying in place for him, you reach back with one hand to feel for his cock. It’s almost unreal how naturally you slot around him, the way your fingers circle around its girth. The entire length, inch-by-inch, the pattern of his veins, the sensitive lip of his head– they’re all intimately familiar to you now. As is finding just the right grip, the right pace.

When you start to pump him in earnest, Astarion can't help but shudder, his movements losing their steady, pulsing beat. In losing his pace, he takes on a new one– erratic, a bit fumbling, but utterly intoxicating.

You're both stoking each other’s fires in tandem, wildly offset in your desperation to touch each other more and more and more. 

The water feels almost cool compared to your heated core, to the sweet friction you're building together.

Astarion's face tilts into your back, grunting as he strains to right his tempo– his forehead presses against you, his cool exhale grazes your searing skin. His chilled touch is a reprieve in the sweltering fog of steam and heady lust. Hearing your sigh of relief, he seems all too willing to make more contact.

His lips crash onto your back roughly, and his fangs nick your skin. An involuntary shiver runs through your body as you imagine the pleasure his drinking evokes from you. As you imagine the man behind you lapping at your neck, moaning in satisfaction, flushed pink with your very blood–

"Take some blood,” you offer, breathless. Imagining would never be enough, you find yourself craving the real deal. So when you say your next word, it comes out more pleading than you intend, “Please."

“Whatever my dearest desires,” Astarion replies, voice low and rumbling. He removes the hand from your chest and places it on your shoulder, holding you in place as he places his lips at the crook of your neck. His nose rubs gently against your fleshly washed skin. “Mmm, you smell so good.”

Then his fangs pierce you.

When you first began your relationship, you hadn’t intended to enjoy his bites as much as you do, but after years and years of them, the pain hardly registers now. All you feel is close– So very close to the man you would gladly give your lifeblood to.

He draws a gulp, and you feel the blood course through you, into him.

Another drink, and heat builds in you as you feel his cock grow harder in your hand, his veins more prominent.

A third long pull of your blood, and you feel his fingers quicken at your aching arousal.

You jerk into his hand in reaction, trying to seek an outlet for your pleasure. Your mouth emits a whimper– you hadn’t been comfortable whimpering with Astarion at first, but after he drew one out of you, he couldn’t get enough.

He still can’t, and you feel his lips curl into a smile at your neck, his fingers move with more urgency.

All the while you continue stroking his length, fingers sloppy in your own hazy state. It doesn’t seem like you need your usual dexterity though, because Astarion is practically writhing with newfound reactivity. Drinking blood always leaves him especially sensitive.

One last shaky swallow and he removes his fangs from your neck. But not his mouth. His tongue begins lavishing your puncture wound furiously as he struggles to hold back his approaching peak.

With the way he haphazardly tilts his hips into you, it’s all too evident to you that he’s reaching his limit. He’s not afraid to tell you so either.

"My sweet," he all but moans into your ear. "I–I can't last much longer. May I?"

You know what he means, and you honestly can’t last much longer either– you’re positively light-headed from a mixture of bliss and blood loss. So you stop your movements, nod your addled head at him.

He removes his hands from your core and neck, reaching out to your legs. Pulling them out and apart, he shuffles behind you, moving impatiently.

Realizing he can’t do this alone, he gestures, motioning for you to put your legs up.

Still a bit dizzy, you carefully place each leg on either side of the tub’s edges, hooking yourself in place by the ankles. It feels a precarious balance, but you can hardly care when you’re this eager to have Astarion inside you.

Astarion seems just as eager, rubbing his length against your ass hungrily as you get into position.

Perched and ready for him, the man is quick to help once more– his hands grip your asscheeks and lift in a swift movement. You’re particularly buoyant in the water, and you rise higher than either of you had expected. Your hand instinctively reaches out, gripping the edge of the tub to brace yourself, and you hear Astarion give a deep chuckle from behind you.

Holding back your own almost giddy excitement, you try to compose yourself for him. Angling your hips up, you’re almost floating on the water for a moment as Astarion lines the tip of his cock with your entrance.

However, you’re instinctively clenching a second later when a pair of your lover’s fingers tease at your opening. You barely avoid clamping your legs back together at the sensation. 

Recovering from the tickling probe, you look back to see a lust-drunk fanged smile, lips smeared with red. "Astarion, please,” you mutter. “I can't balance like this all day."

"Come darling, I know you’re quite talented," he taunts, easily gliding his fingers back in, curling until you truly do begin to lose balance.

"Astarion," you breathe out, clutching the side of the tub even harder to stay afloat.

Then his fingers slip back out, replaced a moment later by the head of his cock. “No need to worry, I have a seat for you right here.”

His palms cup your backside, his fingers squeeze, as you lower your hips back down, taking in his entire, slick length effortlessly in the water.

“Now isn’t that better?” he asks, grabbing your hips with one hand, the other finding yours on the side of the tub for support.

“Mmm,” is all that you manage, as you adjust to the sudden fullness. You haven’t lain with anyone else in so long, it’s hard to remember a cock other than his. Still, you can’t help but feel like he settles in you just right. Especially when you both slot together neatly, you taking him to the hilt.

Astarion drops another kiss on your back. “Comfortable?”

“Mhm,” you mumble. Now that you’re securely held in place by Astarion’s hips flush to yours, your legs hanging off the tub’s edges, you place your second hand back at your aching arousal. You begin to stroke yourself back into the same fervor Astarion had you in moments ago.

After a small, deliberate thrust of his hips, testing how you rise and fall in the water, Astarion starts moving against you. It’s slow at first, the water rippling out from you both in small waves. Then his hips rock back, only to drive back into you with sloshing force. 

“A–ahh!” Sweet hells, he knows exactly how to hit your most sensitive spot. You had already been so heated, but now, with your lover’s full, hardened length pressing into you? You feel dizzy with pleasure.

Years of lovemaking, and you’re still in awe of how well he knows your body. It’s more than his previous experiences culminating in some kind of skillful paramour. No, this was built through time, trial, error, effort.

So as this gorgeous man you call love bounces you up and down in his lap, you feel yourself coming undone. Your breaths come ragged as you ride his cock, water spilling out of the tub with each and every buck. Your fingers clench the tub, barely holding on as you feel your pleasure coil tighter and tighter.

Astarion places kiss after kiss down your back, and you hear him murmuring, "Gods you're perfect." A harder kiss. "You feel so good." Another thrust. "Each." A nip at your skin. "And every." A thrust. "Time." Another kiss. "I–I love you."

For your part, you’re finding entire sentences difficult. With the feel of him throbbing inside you, the way his lips feel along your back, each roll of his hips, you're truly only capable of a few phrases. "Astarion." A splashing bounce. "I love you–" A loll back of your head. "Oh hells–" A dip of your hips. "I love you too."

When your peak finally runs through you like a shockwave, when you clench around him in ecstasy, those very same words are still on your lips. "I l–love you."

He moans at the sudden tightness, the muscles that now hold him deep within you. "Darling," he breathes. "Oh love. I can't–"

Astarion means to say that he can't hold on much longer. He'd already been so close, holding back only to keep your pleasure going. So you reach down to his fingers on your hip, as best as you can while still hanging on for dear life, and squeeze his hand. A wordless affirmation, a plea to join you, as he always has.

And it’s that silent communication that has his fingers lacing through yours, his neck craning back, his hips stuttering.

When he comes, there's no pretense or performance. There hasn't been for many years. So when you look back at his face in a hazy fuzz of emotion, the expression you see is utterly unbridled.

It's a look of sheer pleasure– his perfectly pale skin flushed a light rosy color, his usually impeccable hair stuck to his face in a mixture of sweat and water. His eyes are shut, his mouth agape as he spills into you.

So enraptured are you by the mundane beauty of his climax, that you’ve strained too far from your precariously balanced position. Your foot unhooks from the tub’s slippery edge and you fall onto Astarion’s lap with a large splash as he finishes. You’re both left panting and wet in the wake of both your and the tub’s peaks.

Water drips down your face, all of the soap bottles have been knocked from the edge of the tub. The high you’d felt just moments ago feels doused in the stark reality of making love in a bathtub. 

However, when you feel Astarion’s breathy laughter on your back, feel his softening cock twitch with his last few thrusts, you know he’s still in fine spirits.

You stay together for a few moments as you both collect yourselves. Water is wiped from eyes, your second leg comes back into the tub, and several deep breaths are had. Once you’re relatively sorted, Astarion pulls himself out of you with a long, happy sigh.

The man falls back from you, sitting against the end of the tub in a tired flop. Then he’s patting the water in front of him, motioning you to join him in some post-coital cuddles.

You don’t need much more of an invitation.

Floating through the now much lower water, you stop just in front of him. Movements relaxed, you wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, and scoot into his waiting embrace.

"So," you start, looking at the wasteland of water and strewn soap bottles around the tub. "Looks like we made a mess."

"I told you we would," he says, closing his arms around you, pulling you against his chest.

"I know," you say, leaning into him comfortably. Your body is truly exhausted now, but your mind is a buzz of joy. "It was worth it though."

He laughs into your shoulder, squeezes you tighter. "Feeling better, I take it?"

"Gods yes," you say, tilting your head into his silver hair. "Thank you."

"Oh my sweet, it was my utmost pleasure," he replies, and you can feel his smile on your skin.

You both lean back, grinning at each other like fools. The smiles stay, even when your lips meet in a soft, wet kiss.

You will need to clean the room, the tub, likely your bodies once again– but all you can truly feel right now is content. Enjoying Astarion’s gentle fingers as they trace a pattern onto your skin, the warm water all around you, you very nearly forget that today was merely a day like any other.

The thousandth time you made love to Astarion, it was messy and wet and silly– somehow, it was sweet, caring, and loving all the same.

The thousandth time you made love to Astarion, you didn't know it was the thousandth time.

Just as you hadn't known your tenth thousand kiss, nor your hundred thousandth 'I love you.' Were anyone to ask you about them, you might not even remember the days or events surrounding any of them.

What you do know is that each individual moment holds no less importance, that the affection shared between you doesn’t diminish with each recurrence.

You’re unable to quantify your love, nor would you want to. All you really want is Astarion– his soft lips, tender hands, and whispered words of love– until your dying breath.

#astarion #astarion x tav #fanfic #rogue + rogue #astarion x reader #astarion fluff #astarion fic #love at first knife #astarion fanfic #astarion x gn reader #astarion x gn!tav #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion smut #soft smut #soft astarion #gn smut

[elfyelation]

𝐢'𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | oneshot

pairing—astarion x m!tav summary—when tav falls ill, everyone at camp is surprised to find that astarion is intent on staying by his side until he’s better warnings—illness, mention of poison, soft astarion, worried astarion, worried party, hurt/comfort, extensive use of pet names, super soft, extreme fluff word count—754 rating—teen note—this is entirely self-indulgent because i’ve been really ill this past week (thanks covid) and the whole time i was thinking about how astarion would comfort tav if he was hurt/sick so i came up with the idea for this

“How is he?” he asks and for what might be the first time, she can hear sincerity in his voice.

“Better,” the cleric sighed, “He’s getting better but he’ll still need some time to recover. You can sit with him but if I see those fangs of yours anywhere near him—”

Astarion rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest. "I assure you, Shadowheart, my intentions are far from what you seem to believe. I would never harm Tav. Surely that much has become clear to you by now?"

The sceptical half-elf hummed, “I suppose he will be safe enough for now. Even if your concern for him was a lie I doubt you’d want to risk sucking up any poison that might still be loitering in his veins.”

He knew she had every right to be distrusting of him, especially when it came to Tav’s safety. He only hoped one day they would all finally see just how much Tav really meant to him. That his feelings weren’t a lie. Until then, he’d have to make do with their concern over their friend and his questionable taste in partners.

“A… Astarion?” His weak voice croaked out the moment the vampire spawn ducked inside the tent.

Tav was laying on the blankets, his body completely sweat-ridden as his face contorted with discomfort. He was in still pain, still so vulnerable.

Astarion was by his side in an instant, his cold hands reaching out to gently touch his lover’s forehead. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m here. I’m right here.”

The cool touch of his hand was welcome as it immediately began to cool Tav’s fever. Gale had already expressed his suspicion that it would do as much. There certainly were at least a few perks of being undead.

“Let’s cool you down, shall we?” He wasted no time removing his shirt before crawling down beside his lover. One strong arm gently wrapped around Tav and pulled him closer, hoping that the coldness of his skin would help ease at least some of the pain.

Tav's laboured breaths finally began to slow as he nestled into the embrace, finding solace in the chill of Astarion's body. His fingers wrapped themselves around the cool arm around him, pulling it closer to his chest.

The vampire spawn chuckled against his ear. “Easy, little love, I’m not going anywhere.” His fingers traced delicate patterns on Tav's forehead, willing the fever to subside.

Outside the tent, Shadowheart kept a close eye on the pair and, in doing so, her initial scepticism gradually gave way to a begrudging acceptance of the vampire's genuine concern. She couldn't deny the tenderness she saw in Astarion's eyes as he cared for their companion. It was a side of him she hadn't seen before. A side of him she hadn’t even known was there.

Maybe it wasn’t just about self preservation or sexual desire. Just maybe he truly did care for Tav. She never thought love was something he was capable of but the longer she watched them, the more she realised just how wrong she had been.

Soon enough, his lover was sound asleep in his arms. Sleeping without a sign of pain or discomfort. It was the first time he’d slept properly since his affliction which meant Shadowheart was right, he was getting better.

“You know, you really scared me for a moment there. I… I thought I was going to lose you. I don’t want to go through that again.”

He spoke despite knowing there was no one to hear him. Speaking to a sleeping lover who, as if on instinct, rolled over to snuggle closer into him.

"I'll protect you with everything I have, my love," Astarion murmured, "I promise you that. You mean more to me than I ever thought possible." He knew that Tav couldn't hear him, but the words were as much for himself as they were for his lover.

Astarion had always been a creature of darkness, bound by instinct and desire. Forced to do his cynical master’s bidding. Yet, in Tav's presence, he had found a glimmer of something different, something more profound. It was a love he never thought he deserved, but now that he had it, he would do anything to defend it.

And so, beneath the starlit sky, Astarion held Tav close, vowing silently to cherish every moment they had together, determined to prove that his love was not just words but a promise to protect and endure, no matter the cost.

#—warrenwrites ✦ #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x m!tav #astarion x male tav #astarion x m!reader #astarion x male reader #astarion x reader #astarion baldurs gate #baldurs gate astarion #astarion bg3 #baldur's gate astarion #baldur's gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion fluff #astarion hurt/comfort #fluff #hurt/comfort

[1000punks]

bonding. //masterlist

pairing: spawn!Astarion x named!Tav (non-binary oc) - established relationship

status: in progress

summary: Festé, an unassuming tiefling ranger, has convinced Astarion to not go through with the Rite of Profane Ascension. He continues life as a vampire spawn and begins to face all of the challenges it offers. The two begin a relationship with one another; and explore mutual healing through shared kinks, domesticity, and a new quest.

Together, the two are slowly figuring out what it means to want to live.

warnings: 18+, nsft, mdni. many chapters contain frank discussions/depictions of S/A (canon-typical), manipulation, kink, trauma, and healing. warnings are marked on each individual chapter. ♡

read on AO3 here!

//the playlist.

//nesting.

//hunting.

//dating.

//doting.

//bedding.

//meeting.

//sparring.

//reversing.

//taking.

//studying.

//melting. bonus: //living.

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[faerievampling]

Miracle - Part 2

Summary: Astarion asks a pregnant Tav to marry him and settle down for a bit. Can be read as a stand alone story!

Word count: 2.1k

Pairing: Spawn!Astarion x F!Tav / Reader

Link to Part 1

Link to Ao3

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Warnings: 18+! Explicit! Astarion being a perv for pregnant Tav! Pregnancy kink. Breeding kink. PiV. Vaginal fingering. Cunnilingus. Body worship. Panty sniffing. Mention of body changes, symptoms of pregnancy.

A/N: Do y'all want more of these two? because I have more. I hope you enjoy!

You and your beloved continue to travel and work. Despite being expert adventures, you both had decided on taking low risk journeys and dealings. You were lucky to have found an enchanted ring long ago, one that allowed your vampire to walk in the sun, so there was no disruption to your living schedule.

Astarion insisted that you take it easy, and had even wanted you to stop traveling altogether, but he could only get you to acquiesce to directly participating in battles.

But you were starting to get rather big, and you weren’t so quick or nimble as you once were. The extra weight was daunting on you.

You are nearing the end of your pregnancy, now.

“Darling, you know I’m not one for…tradition, or convention, or any of that,” Astarion said one day as he massages your swollen hands. You were propped up in bed, your legs draped over Astarion's lap as he sat upright, working the fluids out with his strong digits. It was hard work, growing a baby, and strange things happened, like swollen hands. “But, I was reading something the other day…”

“Oh?”

“In one of my romance novels…you know the ones,” Astarion admits coyly, and you smile, nodding because he had shared this guilty pleasure with you before. “In one of them, the love interest wanted the mother of his child to share the same surname as their offspring. And he, the love interest, wanted to also share…this last name with them.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“What do you think of that?” Astarion inquires coquettishly, turning on an almost boyish, shy charm that makes your heart swoon.

“I think it’s romantic. The love interest wants his family united, and I think that’s lovely,” You say. “What do you think about it, Astarion?”

“I think I want that. With you.” Astarion turns your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I don’t care to do it traditionally, I just want you to be mine. I’ve already talked to Wyll.”

Astarion moves your legs off his lap onto the bed, moving for his things across your suite. The two of you were quite wealthy at this point, and had found a lovely little inn to stay in outside of Athkatla, the capital of Amn.

Astarion produces an envelope, pulling out the papers inside before handing them over to you. Astarion, not having the patience for you to actually look them over, tells you that it is the paperwork for an annulment of his death certificate, an official acknowledgement of the destruction of a previous marriage, and a marriage license –

“Wait a minute,” You stop him.

Astarion has an ‘I’ve been caught’ look on his face. “Ugh, I had hoped you’d just ignore that part I sandwiched in there.”

You knit your eyebrows together, shaking your head at him. “I’m no stranger to your ‘sandwich’ tactics, Astarion,” You quip back. “A previous marriage?”

“One that I have no memory of and was contractually destroyed upon my first death. Now that I’m legally alive again, and they are still alive, it’s just to acknowledge that marriage is no longer legitimate, so that our marriage is.”

“Oh,” You say, digesting these two things at once; Astarion had an ex-husband or wife, and he was asking you to marry him right now.

“I figured we could go back to Baldur’s Gate for a while, get Wyll’s stamp of approval, and there was that midwife Shadowheart suggested to us…” Astarion trailed off, his mind wandering at all the things there was to do. “You should probably get a check up. It's been a while, darling, and my 'inspections' of you are hardly medical in nature.”

You give him a gentle smack on the shoulder, prompting a handsome smirk from him before you narrow your eyes at him. You knew he was going to tell you that now was the time to settle down. You knew it was coming.

“Don’t look at me like that. Not after what I’ve just asked of you.” His rounded eyes look away from you, like he’s embarrassed.

You change your tune, realizing you’re being a jackass. You ease yourself out of bed, Astarion rushing to help you. You take his arm, and once on your feet, you place your hands on his chest, looking up at him as he looks away from your cleavage, meeting your gaze.

“Astarion, of course I’ll marry you,” You say with a smile, bringing him into a tender kiss. Astarion cups your cheek with one hand and a breast with another: he has become rather obsessed with them lately.

“I guess I’m just not ready for our grand adventure to end.” You explain, tears in your eyes as you think about all the change that’s to come.

Astarion cradles you closer. “My love, this is just the start of a new adventure. And let’s be reasonable, we both know you’re terribly uncomfortable with all the traveling. Don’t you want to just rest your tired, but very sexy body for the last part of your pregnancy, my darling?”

You couldn’t help but agree.

He’s being cheeky, trying to hide the tears that have welled up in his eyes. Astarion has never known family. He couldn’t fathom having a wife, nonetheless a pregnant one. But here he was, with the object of his desire in his arms.

“I love you so much, Tav. I just want you and our child to be safe.” Astarion says. “Baldur’s Gate is the safest place for us. All of our friends are there, we have ample protection and resources – don’t make me beg.”

You’re back in Baldur’s Gate before you know it.

———

The night you arrive, you and Astarion stay at Jaheira’s house; the two of you are utterly exhausted from your travels, and you collapse in bed.

Astarion watches as you lie on your side, trying to find a pillow to place beneath your large, aching belly. Realizing how little options you had, Astarion lies beside you, snaking his hand beneath your belly.

“Ah,” You say in relief, earning a smile from Astarion, who just wanted you to be comfortable. He had seen how hard your pregnancy had been.

“I guess it’s alright if you use my pillow, darling. I wouldn’t be opposed to staying just like this, though.” Astarion’s voice is light and gentle, the smoothness filing your ears in a pleasurable way. “We have a long day tomorrow. We’ll likely be at the courthouse all day…”

Astarion shivers at the thought, giving a dramatic sigh, making you laugh.

“Could you imagine going back to that? Being a magistrate? Spending all day in the courtroom settling legal disputes and passing ‘Astarion approved’ laws?” You smile over your shoulder at him; a perfect opportunity to steal a sweet kiss, Astarion plants one on your cheek as he chuckles.

“No, certainly not. I love being an adventurer with you.” Astarion places another kiss on you, this time to your neck. “But I may have to find something to do in the meantime while our little one is…well, little.”

“What do you have in mind?” You ask as you intertwine your fingers with his, the warmth in your chest nearly bringing tears to your eyes.

“I’ve got a few options. You know that Jaheira wants me to help her recruit more Harpers in the city, but that sounds like far more trouble than it’s worth. Maybe I’ll work in the city with Wyll, continuing to help with the various outreach programs he's implemented as Duke," Astarion explains as he listens to the beating of the hearts of both his child and his beloved.

He can tell once you've fallen asleep, but he keeps talking, because he can feel the fluttering in your stomach as his child responds to his voice.

It takes everything in him not to choke up.

---

The next day, you try look as beautiful and bridal as you can being so heavily pregnant. But today was the day you’d become an Ancunín, and you wanted to look nice.

“A pregnant bride is so very scandalous,” Astarion teased as he watched you dress. Your husband-to-be was a bit of a peeping tom.

Astarion picks up last nights panties you discarded on the floor.

“Tsk tsk. You can’t be so messy, my wife.” Astarion was testing the word on his tongue, bringing the fabric that absorbed your carnal scent to his nose, inhaling as he gazed at you devilishly.

You blush, rolling your eyes at him as you slip on a new pair, but Astarion stops you, beckoning you to him.

Astarion sits on the edge of your bed, bringing your body between his thighs as his pretty lips circle the tip of your breast, gently suckling your nipple as he flicks his tongue against you.

“So sensitive…” You moan, but you make no motion to move away, so Astarion doesn’t stop.

“Mmm,” He moans back, his hand moving from the curve of your belly to your slick mound, which was also increasingly sensitive as you got further in your pregnancy.

Astarion tenderly massages the folds of your cunt, easing a finger between your walls as he brings his thumb to caress your swollen clitoris, the very one that he was dreaming of devouring with his tongue after he gave your gorgeous breasts the proper attention they deserved, of course.

Astarion loved you like this. Swollen with his child, evidence of being filled to the brim with his come. His sensitive nose could smell your ‘baby’ hormones that made your skin glow, made your hair thick and shiny.

It made him ravenous. You were absolutely gorgeous to Astarion.

He couldn’t even believe it, really. It had been nearly seven months since the two of you found out, seven months of adventuring, of watching your body change, and it awakened something within him.

Although you often complained how swollen you felt, Astarion loved the way you looked: your nipples and labia puffy, clit engorged, your ringed muscle puckered, your stomach rounded and full.

Not to mention how desperate you were for him; you quivered under his every touch. You were just so responsive, so sensitive, like your every nerve was on fire for him; he couldn’t help but indulge you whenever possible. He just wanted to touch you, to watch you squirm, to look at your body and know that you, your womb, is his.

Astarion stands up and gently pushes your back against a wall as he moves to get on his knees, lifting a thigh up and to the side as he kisses down your inflated stomach.

Reaching up to take a breast in his hand, Astarion brings his mouth to your center, engaging your core with his lips. He brings your folds into his mouth, sucking and caressing your sex with his tongue.

He just wants to worship your body. He needs just a taste of you, of your depths, and he plunges his tongue between your folds, gathering your juices on his lips before focusing on that sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of your mound.

You’re delicious, beautiful and maternal, pliant in his hands as he reaches two fingers into your depths, reaching behind your clitoris to rub your spongey walls. His motions have you seeing white, causing your breasts to heave and bounce as your body clenches around his dexterous fingers.

He loves the way you drag your fingers through his hair; feeling your nails on his scalp sends shivers throughout his body.

Astarion pulls away as you come undone, watching as you writhe above him. Astarion is fully holding you up with his strong hands, making him feel like quite the family man at this moment, physically carrying both his bride and his child in his hands.

He still can’t believe this.

Astarion brings the both of you to the bed, stripping his clothes off as you get comfortable, maneuvering yourself for his entry.

Being so large, you couldn’t lie on your back anymore, and riding him was far too difficult, so you opted to bend yourself over, putting pillows beneath you in all the right places to ensure your comfort.

Astarion moans at the sight of you exposing yourself to him.

“Fucking yes, my love. You’re so beautiful, Tav.” Astarion grasps his wet cock. He’s dripping with so much pre-cum that he’s almost surprised, and he uses it to wet his member, which so desperately needs to be inside of you. "If I could just keep you like this forever..."

Astarion pulls back his foreskin with his thrusting motions, moving the skin up and down his shaft, groaning as he admires you.

Parting your folds with his finger and thumb, Astarion lines himself up with your entrance before enveloping himself into your warmth, earning a gasp from him at the sensation.

“Gods, you feel even tighter, Tav, with my child in you…” Astarion drifts off, the squelching and slapping of skin on skin making him entirely forget himself.

Astarion felt your waves of pleasure wash over you as you coiled around the base of his cock. With two fingers, Astarion massages that sweet button of yours, causing you to gush even harder around him, your orgasm evident in your entire being: you cried his name as you convulsed around him, giving him your milky come.

Astarion followed soon after, releasing his seed deep inside you as he spoke a love confession in your ear. Careful not to collapse on top of you, Astarion rolled over, giving you space to catch your breath.

Your muscles were already exhausted, fatigued from pregnancy and your spasming muscles. Astarion starts to mindlessly rub your back as you lay on your side, giggling as he draws you into his chest.

“Well, now I’ve got to fix myself,” You say, moving to stand before Astarion pulls you back into him.

“Maybe you should go just like this. Full belly, looking freshly fucked and used by your husband-to-be.” Astarion kisses your cheek, nuzzling his nose into your face as he does.

“Ha. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You giggle as your beloved finally releases you. Once you’ve fixed your makeup and properly dressed yourselves, the two of you walk out into the streets of Baldur’s Gate, hand in hand.

A few hours later, you would be known as Tav Ancunín, and your stomach leapt with joy at the thought. It wouldn’t be long, now.

Masterlist

#astarion smut #astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x reader #astarion x female tav #astarion romance #pregnant tav #pregnancy #astarion x f!reader #astarion x f!tav #dadstarion #dad astarion #papstarion #spawn!astarion

[partially-controlled-chaos]

Masterlist

Complete master list for all of my fanfics. They can be read on Tumblr through the links below or can be read on AO3 here if you prefer! Currently all for Baldur's Gate 3, but could include more if I ever get out of the chokehold this game has me in.

For the time being, all Astarion fics are posted in my chronological order. I tend to stray a bit from canon with those and with it being my Tav, the backstory is in the first one. When I get more written for Halsin and other characters it'll be the same.

Thank you so much for reading!

Current wip

Working on something for Gale, just haven’t started yet. Spicy Halsin Indulgence Sequel. NSFW

Astarion

Simply Transactional (Completed): Astarion x Named Tav (Tavriel) Astarion and Tav have an unexpected run-in one night in a clearing. After revealing part of her past, Tav realizes her relationship with Astarion might simply be a transactions for both parties. Pre-confession Astarion. Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Come Back to Me (Completed): Astarion x Named Tav (Tavriel) After an attack in the Shadow Cursed Lands, Tavriel is exposed to the toxins of fear inducing mushroom spores, causing her already weakened mind to relive the traumatic horrors of her past. Astarion and Halsin are forced to work quickly to cure her mind of the spores before the effects remain with her permanently. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Halsin

New Life Shall Prosper (Completed): Halsin x Gender Neutral Reader Months after the fall of the Absolute, you and Halsin have carved a happy life for yourselves within Thaniel's Realm, making a safe haven for all. A life full of hope and prosperity, only enhanced once you discover the very real possibility that you are with child. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Indulgence (Completed?): Halsin X Gender Neutral Reader Halsin has always struggled with indulging in the more pleasurable aspects of life. However, with the shadow curse lifted and your group now on the road to Baldur's Gate, you and Halsin find time to indulge in a bit of fun and a sweet treat before retiring for the evening. Read Here

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[bloodlust-1]

Are you still taking requests? I literally cannot control myself when it comes to angst so I was thinking of a fic where Tav gets kidnapped by Cazadors spawns and is getting tortured by him, so Astarion goes crazy with worry and anger trying to get them back

Like I said i am insatiable when it comes to angst

The dramaaaaa.... LET'S DO THISS SHITT. I do love me some angst too :')

Hope you enjoy @blades-are-for-skating-ya-dingus <3

. Shackles .

Astarion x fem Tav — angst

T/W: abuse, blood

Notes: I’m so proud of this one ahh. This makes me hate Cazador even more.

Tav's body trembled as the shackles dug into her wrists, her bare skin exposed to the cold, damp air of the dungeon. She had been captured by Cazador one night by his spawns. Tav never returned back to camp that night, and the only thing that was left for Astarion was a note he found on a spawn:

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"My Dear spawn, how dare you to run away from me. Know that there will be consequences for your actions, and your lover will not be spared from my wrath. You will regret ever crossing me, my child."

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Her wrists were bound by heavy shackles, chains attached to the wall, preventing her from moving more than a few inches. The sharp metal dug into her skin, causing her to wince in pain every time she struggled against them. Her body was covered in bruises, cuts, and burns, the result of Cazador's ruthless torture techniques.

Cazador stood in front of Tav, a wicked grin on his face. He held a whip in his hand, the same one he had used to lash Tav's back until it bled. She could barely lift her head to look at him, her body exhausted and broken.

"Pathetic," Cazador sneered, his eyes filled with malice. "You thought you could hide from me? A mere mortal challenging a vampire? How foolish."

Cazador stood in front of her, his face twisted into a sadistic grin. "You think your lover, Astarion, will save you from me? He will help me ascend and be nothing more than dirt on the floor. And soon, you will be too. Tell me where is the boy."

Tav's heart sank at the mention of Astarion's name. All Tav wanted was to trade with a merchant to gift Astarion a better dagger. But now, here she was, captured and tortured.

"Never," Tav spat, defiant even in the face of her tormentor.

Cazador's grin widened. "We'll see about that, my dear. We have ways of making you talk."

He signaled to his spawn, Petras, and he poked at Tav's skin with a hot metal rod. She cried out in pain, her body bruised and bloodied. But she refused to say any information.

"You will never have Astarion again," Tav gasped, her voice weak from the beatings.

Cazador's smile turned into a scowl, and he grabbed Tav's chin roughly, forcing her face to meet his. "You wretched thing."

Cazador motioned for Petras to stop as he approached Tav, snatching the hot iron rod from Petras’s hand. Tav's eyes widened in terror as she realized what he was about to do.

"Please, no," she begged, tears streaming down her face.

But Cazador didn't listen. He pressed the hot iron against Tav's skin, causing her to scream in agony. The smell of burning flesh filled the dungeon.

"I will make you suffer until you give me what I want," Cazador growled, enjoying every moment of Tav's pain.

Tav's body shook with sobs as the torture continued. She thought of Astarion, their love, and their plans for the future. She refused to let Cazador break her, even if it meant her death.

"I said no, you bastard!," Tav cried, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Cazador continued to torture her, and Tav's thoughts became consumed with memories of Astarion. The way he looked at her with love, the cold touch of his lips on hers.

"I love you, Astarion," she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

But as the darkness of the dungeon consumed her, Tav feared she'd never see Astarion again.

~

Astarion's heart raced as he crept through the dark and musty corridors of the dungeon. His mind clashed between anger and guilt. Astarion feared that Tav was somewhere within these walls, shackled and tortured by Cazador.

When Astarion reached Tav's cell, he caught sight of her. Tav's face was pale and bruised. She was shirtless and barely conscious.

But even in this state, Tav was still the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on.

His hands trembled as he quickly picked the lock, and with a loud click, the chains that bound Tav fell to the ground, and Astarion's heart swelled with relief and anger. He scooped her up in his arms, ignoring Tav's cries of pain from the bruises and cuts covering her body.

"Shh, my love. It's me," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I've come to take you away from this place."

Tav's tear-stained face looked up at him, and her eyes widened in surprise. "Astarion? How did you find me?"

Astarion fixated his eyes on Tav's face, the sight of her hurt gaze ached his dead heart. "I will always find you, no matter where they try to hide you." He pulled the shirt off his back and covered Tav's bare chest.

Carefully, Astarion carried Tav out of the dungeon, making sure to avoid any spawns or traps along the way. It was especially hard when Tav winced to every movement.

Astarion stealth his way out of the palace and went back to camp. He felt anger gnawing at his chest. He should have been there to protect Tav, But he had failed, and now Tav had suffered because of his shortcomings.

When they got back to camp, their companions rushed to their side, relieved to see Tav alive. Shadowheart, Wyll, Gale, and Karlach swarmed around Astarion.

"Get out of the way! She needs to rest!" Astarion snapped in a fit of anger. His emotions were pouring out in the worst possible way, and whoever was in the way needed to move.

Astarion gently settled Tav onto his bed, frowning at the sight of her bruised and battered body. She winced in pain as he placed her down, but he quickly reassured her, "I'll take care of you."

He grabbed a small bucket of water and a cloth, carefully cleaning the dried blood and dirt from her skin. Tav winced again, tears streaming down her face as he touched her injuries.

Gods this is all my fault. Astarion gritted his teeth from the sting of remorse.

"It's going to be alright," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I promise, I won't let anyone hurt you like this again."

Cazador will pay for this.

Tav weakly reached out to wipe away the tears that had fallen from his eyes, a small smile tugged on her chipped lips. "Don't cry, Astarion. You're here now, and that's all that matters."

He couldn't help but chuckle at her stubbornness, even in her injured state. "Your wit amazes me, my dear."

Astarion continued to clean and tend to her wounds, his hands gentle and careful than anything he'd ever touched in the past 200 years. Tav winced and hissed in pain, but she never once pulled away. She simply gripped his hand tightly as he worked, her eyes shut tightly.

Tav winced as he tended to a particularly deep cut on her arm. "It hurts," she whispered, tears forming in her eyes.

"I know, my dear," Astarion's eyes narrowed at her pain. "But I promise, I'll make it better."

After what seemed like hours, Astarion finally finished and leaned back, a satisfied look on his face. "There, all done."

Tav slowly opened her eyes and looked down at her now clean and bandaged skin. "Thank you..." The burn marks would scar her skin forever. It was something Tav looked past for her own sake.

"You are strong," he continued, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "And I will do everything in my power to protect you and keep you safe from Cazador."

Tav reached up and cupped his cheek, she whispered. "I trust you.."

Astarion leaned down and pressed his lips against Tav's, pouring all of his emotions into the kiss. Tav pushed against his lips gently, while his hands held Tav's shoulders. When they pulled away Tav could see the desperation in his eyes and it was heartbreaking.

"Rest now, my dear. I'll be here when you wake up." And with that, Astarion stayed by Tav's side, watching over her as she drifted off to sleep.

Any thoughts? Comment 👇🏼 I love to engage!

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[simp-ly-writes]

Isn't it Obvious?

Ask: Astarion having a crush on an oblivious reader headcanons.

Pairing: Astarion Ancunin x Tav!Reader

Warnings: mentions of jealousy.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, exams are finally done AHHHH!! (now I just have to go to work lol). It's so relieving though- having so much more free time, especially to write- anyways! hope you all enjoy! :) (I am still figuring out how to write headcanons...)

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

↳ After the first, rather violent, meeting you both had at the start of your adventures. You chalked the parties vampire spawn's forwardness to him trying to be more friendly to you

↳ You were also quite the flirt of the group yourself- the sarcasm and playfulness of it was a driving factor to your sense of humor towards the camp

↳ Needless to say that if the opportunity arose to spark a comment- you were doing your best lighten the mood and your friends spirits when the world appears to be coming to an end as the team leader

↳ Astarion of course is jealous over the fact that no matter what, you flirted with everyone no matter how dire the situation, place or time. That was supposed to be his thing- or rather his thing with you...

↳ Whatever was this thing with you? Astarion always questions himself- why do you respond and make him blush so heavily against his pale skin, make him shuffle his ruffled collar, yet you never take that confidence of yours to take the next step- did you even want to take the next step- did you even know?

↳ These questions annoyed the vampires spawn so much so that he started to become quite the storm-cloud of the group. Scowl on his face and a bit more violent in battle than usual- almost as if to capture your attention

↳ Oh course he still flirted with you, claiming that the blush on your cheeks was merely a form of revenge to the strings played across his heart- or so he thought...

↳ You were overjoyed that Astarion was always willing to make a rebuttal against your words- it was nice to have someone lightening your day instead of always being the one to do it for everyone else. But that is just what you thought- he was just repaying the favour from the group, so you kept ignoring the growing feelings you had for the pale elf

↳ Eventually, Astarion has had enough of this toying over the line and becomes quite blunt with his flirtations- he uses pet-names in replace of your actual name almost everytime, sits beside you during communal dinners and fights back to back with you. He openly talks about all the night pleasures that could be offered- trying his best to find out what will make you finally understand

↳ Yet you just smile widely, make a joke comment in response before trying someone else from the group into conversation as the elf sighs out dramatically and storms away

↳ You were beginning to grow confused and increasingly worried about Astarions apparent annoyance towards you. The jokes that bonded the two of you throughout your travels were becoming lesser as were the parties willingness to hear your jokes towards them as well- you were despreate to find answers now

↳ Everyone in the camp was sick of your antics, they ended up refusing to respond to your flirtatious comments after receiving the ever-growing glares and side comments from the vampire spawn- they were tired of your cat-and-mouse game

↳ So one night Shadowheart and Wyll have pulled you into a tent and said that you were going on a date (much to your confusion) as they hurriedly prepared you and practically threw you back out

↳ You notice Astarion staring at you in what appeared to be shock as you ask who your date was and made a flirtatious (joking) comment that if that date was him

↳ The shocked face that you pull in return when he laughs loudly into the night sky only to look back and replay with a dramatic yes, yet you feel overwhelmingly relieved as does Astarion when you accept to go out together

↳ "I hope you know, my love..." Astarion trails off as you both are walking back from your date, smiles across both of your faces in the moonlight

↳ "I know- or well now I do" you finish his sentence as he laughs at your reply and you can't help but laugh at your past self as well

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[astariontopofme]

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 🍷 (Astarion x F!MC)

Summary: Astarion is on his nightly prowl for an innocent civilian to return to his master. He meets an unexpectedly warm soul, distracting him completely and sending him down a spiral of self deprecating thoughts. Basically if he met Tav in his slave days, it’s quite angsty.

TW ⚠️: Descriptions of panic attacks.

Word count: 2.2k ___ Astarion had been ordered to an entirely different tavern that night, the atmosphere a lot more chaotic than what he was used to.

He wasn’t best pleased by the change of scenery, watching from the door as people of all different races and religions cheered and laughed in the name of alcohol, a common ground for their usually differing views. At least he knew who was easy and who was going to put up a fight in his regular spots.

This unknown territory could present itself as dangerous if he wasn’t careful.

Despite his weariness, he was desperate to please Cazador this time around. The last few innocent souls he had lured back to the palace had put up a fight and caused havoc, which had rather displeased the merciless vampire Astarion feared most. It was the whole reason he was now not allowed back to his usual spot. He was not at all prepared to be on his bad side for another day in the shadows if he did not bring the man what he wanted peacefully.

His crimson eyes rapidly flickered from face to face as he scoped out tonight’s target. As much as he despised this cruel task of leading people to their doom, this was all a game of survival. It was what kept him from irreversible punishment at the hands of Cazador.

He had to do this, just like every other night.

In a rather dark and sadistic sense, he was usually pretty nifty when it came to the art of seduction. He knew all the right things to say, the perfect places to rest his hands and the most irresistibly tempting way to look at his prey. If he wasn’t doing such a terrible thing, he’d likely be more impressed with himself.

His lingering gaze on a man he deemed suitable enough to deliver to Cazador was abruptly interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. Turning almost defensively, he came face to face with a rather attractive woman behind him, smiling at him sweetly.

“Could I just squeeze myself past you please,” she requested kindly, her shimmering eyes flickering across his features before landing back into a lock with his own.

Astarion wasn’t entirely shy or someone who struggled socially, in his own opinion. Yet something about this woman had caused him to hesitate, stopping his train of thought about the fate of the glum looking man sitting at the bar.

The glum ones were always the easiest.

This woman on the other hand smiled so brightly that it almost instantly felt like physical affection. He could feel a warmth within him, something he had never felt in his years as a spawn. The soothing feeling was throwing him off completely, and all he could do was stare at her like he’d never seen a woman before in his life.

Her comforting smile dropped ever so slightly as her brows furrowed a little in concern. “Are you alright?”

Astarion cleared his throat, his conscience giving him a stern telling off for allowing himself to become so distracted by a simple smile. “Yes. Apologies,” he said monotonously, stepping out of her way and into the tavern.

“It’s no bother,” she reassured him, her beautiful smile returning to a full beam once again. “Would you like a drink? You look like you need one.”

There it was again. Hesitation. Almost insecurity in fact. All he had to do was say no and walk away. He didn’t even need to be polite about it, he wasn’t there for niceties, he was there to ruin someone's life. Those two things did not go hand in hand.

And yet he was standing there, staring at her intently once more while his mouth refused to let the simple little word of rejection out. He found himself to be completely drawn to her, and not in a luring her to her death kind of way. Nobody who was completely sober ever spoke to him first, usually put off by his blood red eyes and pasty skin. But she seemed interested in him, and her smile was just too much of a precious sight for sore eyes for him to reject her.

Supposing a quick drink wouldn’t completely ruin his plans, he simply nodded, his tongue stuck firmly to the roof of his mouth. Her eyes lit up at his acceptance before she turned to lead him through the crowd. 

At the bar, Astarion placed himself beside the man he had set his eyes on earlier. He seemed particularly upset upon closer inspection, holding what appeared to be a wedding ring in his hand as he weeped quietly. The man truly couldn’t have been more vampire bait if he tried, and Astarion only hoped he would stick around long enough for him to make his move once he’d shaken off the cute lady ordering him and herself a glass of red.

Once they were perched on bar stools and sipping their wine, the woman spoke up again. “I’ve never seen you around here before.”

“First time,” he responded simply.

“Well, welcome. If you like a rowdy atmosphere, this is the place for you,” she joked, the flickering light from the candelabras above casting a golden hue over her beautiful features.

Astarion merely sipped his wine, trying to keep the main part of his focus on ensuring that the sad sack behind him wasn't going anywhere. And yet his focus couldn’t be shifted from the woman before him. He’d never described another as lovely before, but he could just tell that she had a pure heart.

Another easy target, if he played his cards right.

The nice ones were always his second choice, but he usually led the conversation and bought the drink to charm them. The way this woman had approached him made him wonder if she was trying to lure him somewhere terrible.

“So, what brought you here?”

Astarion snapped himself back into the present, clearing his throat again to slip into his default setting of synthetic confidence. “Oh nothing in particular. The eye candy was becoming a bit…scarce, at my regular,” he responded convincingly.

The woman laughed, a sweet and innocent giggle. Astarion found himself drawn to the way her nose wrinkled up as her cheeks were splayed with a rosy pigment. Her laugh extracted a smile of his own, the only real smile he had managed in a very long time.

What was she doing to him?

“You’re funny,” she assessed, still giggling into her drink. “See anything you like here?”

Her head cocked to the side as she asked this question, her eyes trailing up and down his body subtly. Soft locks of her hair swayed to the side with her head, revealing her collar bone and the smooth curve of her neck. The woman was hitting on him, and he had no idea what to do about it. It had never happened like this before.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he teased quietly with a smirk, his gaze fixated on her glistening eyes.

She laughed again, the sound hitting his ear like an angelic song. The woman was truly refreshing, like a ray of sunshine in the shadowy night. He hadn’t felt something so close to the luxury of the day time for many years, and it instantly made him feel unhappy again.

Here he was again, searching for some poor and innocent soul to rip away from their life and into the hell he’s had no choice but to call home, so they can die at the hands of a sadistic bastard that he cannot escape from. He wanted to live a life. A real life. Going on real dates and enjoying the fresh air in the afternoon sun like everyone in the tavern but himself could do.

A fever dream by all accounts.

“Are you alright?”

He snapped himself out of his thoughts once more, his almost watery gaze meeting her concerned eyes. Clearly he had let his emotions overtake him enough that she had picked up on them, something Cazador would have given him absolute hell for. He was so wrapped up in the terrifying thought of being a slave of the night forever more that he could almost feel himself beginning to panic.

He set down his drink, standing from the stool rather quickly and putting on a fake smile. “I’m fine. Thank you for the drink,” he said sincerely, turning away from her and making his way to the exit.

Air was what he needed in that moment, his sense of hearing tuning out as the woman called out for him to wait. Recklessly elbowing people out of his way, he barged through the exit and back out onto the cobbled road, practically gasping for breath. Even outside, he felt the immense feeling of being trapped. Damned for all eternity.

There was a ringing in his ears and a tingling in his hands as he swallowed every bit of oxygen he could fill his lungs with. He didn’t want to do this anymore, every look of betrayal on every face that he had lied to presenting themselves in his mind, rightfully haunting him for manipulating them so heartlessly. And for what?

For Cazador. Always for Cazador.

When a hand rested on his shoulder from behind, he spun around quickly, ready to defend himself whilst his breathing remained quick and shallow. The same sympathetic and concerned eyes of the beautiful woman widened in shock at his reaction.

“It’s okay,” she said with a slight shake to her voice, holding her hands up. “You’re okay.”

Something about her voice made him believe her for a split second. He most certainly wasn’t okay, but he was by all means going to ensure that she was going to be.

She smiled softly at him, holding out a hand. “I only live a mile away if you need somewhere to calm down. Come back to my-”

He cut her off, grabbing her wrist to pull her towards him a little roughly and clamping his hands on her shoulders. She gasped, the smile dropping from her attractive face immediately and replacing itself with a look of fear. Her larger than life eyes were flickering between his red ones quickly, likely searching for any bad intentions.

“Listen to me,” he warned quietly, almost in a whisper. “If you ever come across another with red eyes and pale skin like myself, promising you an unforgettable night of love and pleasure, do not go anywhere with them. Under any circumstances. Do you understand me?”

The woman froze up for a moment, trying to digest what he was saying to her. Her mouth opened a few times to speak, but nothing came out. He gave her a little shake, his eyes burning into hers to relay the severity of his request.

“Do you understand?”

She nodded quickly, her now frantic breathing matching his. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to do such a thing, but he leant in toward her, pressing his cold lips to her soft warm ones for a feeling of comfort. Surprisingly, she didn’t pull away in sheer panic, and Astarion could feel her relax a little beneath him. When he finally pulled away, he let go of her shoulders, taking a step back.

“Please remember what I said,” he almost begged, not wanting this pure soul to become a victim to Cazador.

He turned to walk away, but was stopped when her melodic voice finally spoke up.

“Tav.”

Turning back, he gave her a funny look, not knowing what she had even said. She cleared her throat, speaking up again.

“My name is Tav,” she repeated quietly, looking at him with an expression that he couldn’t read. She looked down at the ground awkwardly for a moment, before glancing back up at him with a bit of hope in her eyes. “Maybe we’ll meet again?”

Astarion furrowed his brows, utterly perplexed by the woman he had just intensely and cryptically warned about his kind mere minutes after meeting her. He couldn’t help the little curl of his lips. She was cute, and definitely the type of person he would have courted if his life was his own.

“Goodnight, Tav,” he concluded, turning back in the direction of the palace and leaving her there.

He wasn’t up for fake interest and meaningless sex to please his heinous master tonight. Tav had made him feel something he’d never felt before, and he gruesomely thought it best to let Cazador punish him for not doing as ordered to get him back in check. After all, this was all just a game of survival, and he needed a fresh reminder of why he had to do such terrible things.

The faces that flashed into his mind were never happy ones, but her smile was one he was never going to forget.

He truly hoped he would see her again someday.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this angsty little AU fic! 🤍

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[pursuitseternal]

Masterlist: a collection of Spawn and Ascended Astarion fics, drabbles, and AU’s

🦇 The First Day— climbing on ceilings failure (comedy and smut)

🦇 The Second Day- Batstarion’s first appearance (just comedy)

🦇 The Third Day— Smut + Batstarion (just smut and chin scritches)

🦇 The Fourth Day- Batstarion and self-worshiping Mirror Sex

🦇 The Fifth Day- Bastsarion and Bat!Tav fluff

🦇 The Sixth Day- 🍑 smut one

series link on AO3

Series of scenes from Acts 1 and 2 of Spawn Rogue Astarion x Female Reader.

✨Part 1: “Go back to sleep, darling…” [the SFW flirty bite one]

✨Part 2: “You’ll have to keep quieter than that…” [the NSFW sexy fingering one]

✨Part 3: “Daggers are a love language, my dear…” [the NSFW sexy daggers one]

✨Part 4: “Let me have that sweet ambrosia, my love…” [the NSFW vampire feeding frenzy, period sex one]

✨Part 5: “All vim and vigor, dearest…” [the NSFW healing trope one]

✨Part 6: “Maybe we should fight more often…” [Lovers Spat and Make Up Sex one]

✨Part 7: “You had better tie me up, darling…” [fuck or die Sex Pollen one]

✨Part 8: “Anything to reassure you, my sweetest…” [jealous tav needs nsfw convincing]

✨Part 9: “Dexterity check first, my sweet” [my homage to his hands, and an excuse to use Sharess’ Caress]

✨Part 10: “To things that warm us!” [drunken toasts and public cockwarming]

✨ Part 11: “Use Your Words” [prompt full au: lovers run]

✨ Part 12: “Decadent” [Valentines Day sex chocolates, semi-public sex]

✨Part 13: “You’ll end up bitten” [the werewolf smut, knotting one]

✨ Part 14: “Don’t hold your breath” [underwater oral hot spring surprise]

✨ Part 15: “Knowledge is a dangerous weapon” [bookworm Tav, Spawn powers, breeding (no babies) kink]

Yuletide in Faerûn Part 1: A Yuletide Miracle (Spawn)

link to fic on AO3

Scenes of Ascended Astarion x Female Reader, realizing that all the power in the world can’t instantly heal all his trauma. It takes love, sex, and making him remember the Vampire Rogue he once was. All chapters are NSFW.

🩸Chapter 1: Welcome Me

🩸Chapter 2: Cleanse Me

🩸Chapter 3: Surprise Me

🩸Chapter 4: Hold Me

🩸Chapter 5: Master Me

🩸 Chapter 6: Warm Me

🩸Chapter 7: Persuade Me

🩸Chapter 8: Scald Me

🩸 Chapter 9: Rescue Me

🩸Chapter 10: Unmask Me

🩸Chapter 11: Seek Me

Yultide in Faerûn Part 2: Wrap Me Up (Ascended) 🎀

link to fic on AO3

🗡️Enemies to Lovers | Astarion x Named Tav

💞🗡️He can’t remember anything, but she does. The betrothed she believed dead, the source of all her centuries of grief and heartache now in the middle of her path after the Nautiloid crash, but something is different about him. Dark. Changed. Something hidden.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12

Chapter 13| Chapter 14| Chapter 15

Chapter 16| Chapter 17| Chapter 18

Chapter 19| Chapter 20| Chapter 21

Ascended Astarion x Shadowheart BDSM Dark!Fic with feelings

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter 4 |

Link on Ao3

Lumina is different, newly turned, and she has turned the head of the Master, the Vampire Ascendant. For the first time in 200 years, his beating heart might just feel something again.

CW: Dark fic with a hint of softer AA, Harem of Spawn, No Tav, very NSFW…

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

🔥 “To Make You Swell with Child:” breeding kink with Ascended Astarion

🔥 “More than Just a Little Death:” angst with minimal happy ending, Ascended Dark Lord Astarion x Enemy Tav

🔥 “Virgin Blood:” losing your virginity to Astarion, retelling Act 1 Romance

🔥 “Beg me…” BDSM, NSFW punishment with Ascended Astarion 🥵

🔥 “Your Reward:” Prompt fill— NSFW Dark!Fic, DubCon, angst, and degradation with Ascended Astarion, premise of if Tav left him💧 Also on

🔥 “His”- gift fic, Durge x A!Astarion

🔥“Just a drop:” Astarion’s angst as he watches Tav turn

🔥“Filthy:” prompt fill— Astarion makes sure you’re completely cleaned after battle

🔥“I can be quick:” prompt fill— Astarion x Curvy female reader, body worship, NSFW

🔥Mistrial: Modern Faerûn AU: Justice Ancunín find Tav again after centuries, right in his own courtroom Chapter 1 ⚖️ Chapter 2 ⚖️ ao3 link

Fanart by @marimosalad, @mouldering-casket and @snowfolly

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