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"Your love is one few have...Cherish it."

Still can’t get over how beautiful Astarion is. Like goddamn

How it's going

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and i want it all

(this is cropped. full version is on twitter)

SOMEONE DRAW ANGRY GNOME ASTARION N O W 😫

Had a stupid idea of the BG3 group getting magically race swapped Dungeon Meshi style

Shadowheart - Githyanki (pretends she is unaffected, but is actually screaming internally and that close to losing it)

Lae'zel - Human (utterly disgusted at THE NOSE)

Gale - High Elf (the orb is still there, but his glorious beard isn't)

Wyll - Drow (the very drow Baldurian romance novels want them to be, call him Rizz't. but also give him a hug because the poor man is getting tired of all these uncalled transformations)

Astarion - Gnome (inconsolable. defeated. grieving. refuses to leave his tent. the "you laugh you lose your femoral artery" challenge)

Karlach - Dragonborn (smoking hot, soldier!)

Halsin - Halfling (the most ripped, beefiest halfling you've ever seen, excited about the new perspective. climbing Mt. Halsin is not an option, but people want him to climb them now)

May I?

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.4K WC

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Warnings: fluff, illusion to trauma, Cazador mention, soft Astarion, suggested smut, so sweet you will literally get a cavity

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“I don’t know how else to be with someone… no matter how much I’d like to be.”

You had never heard someone sound so sad, conflicted, and scared. But all you could do was smile gently at him. “May I hold your hand?” you asked him.

His eyes widened ever so slightly, nobody had ever asked before they touched him. He nodded at you.

“I like you Astarion, I don’t have to have sex with you to know that. I also know what it is to be afraid of touch, to be violated. We never have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” you squeezed his hand gently to emphasize your point as you looked into his eyes.

He pondered for a moment, “I… I’d like that. You’re full of surprises aren’t you?” 

You laughed slightly before pulling him towards the campfire to join your friends. 

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Astarion splashed water at you while you attempted to chase him. Both of you standing in the lake up to your hips. You laughed and giggled like you were having the best time of your life. The sky was orange with pink clouds, making the blue water look tinged with gold. You had never seen Astarion smile so much. The two of you continued splashing around for what felt like hours before you stilled. You held your arm up as the sun slipped behind the horizon. 

You watched as the light and warmth slipped away from your fingers. “Goodbye friend, see you tomorrow.” you whispered.

Astarion looked at you quizzically, not understanding your strange little ritual. 

Your eyes met his and your face instantly felt hot, embarrassed he had seen such a private moment. “I was a rather lonely child. But the sun, my constant companion, came back every day just to greet me.” you explained to him as you ghosted your fingers over the lake's surface making ripples dance across its glassy surface. 

Astarion smiled, “Quite the opposite for me. All those years, the moon was my only companion. I took comfort in her ethereal glow.” Astarion copied your movements, your ripples colliding with his.  “Do you think you could ever be without the sun?” he asked, his rounding with a hint of worry. 

“The sun will always rise again for me no matter how long I am away. What about you? Think you could survive without the moon?” you answered.

“She hasn’t failed me yet.” he said cheekily. He leaned forward a bit, his hand twitching towards yours. 

You opened your hand to him but kept it distant, giving him the choice to come to you or not. He gently slid his cold fingers between yours. You smiled at each other, listening to the rustle of the leaves and the water lapping against you. You watched the moon for a bit, talking about the stars and whatever else interested you both.

And before you knew it, your old friend was making its way back into the sky. 

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You stood over the fire, waiting for the small pot of water to boil so you could make yourself some tea before turning in for the night. You yawned; everyone else was asleep but the sweet dream world eluded you. You heard steps behind you, instantly knowing it was Astarion by how light they were.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked quietly.

You hummed in response as you turned to him. “May I hug you?” you asked him.

He smiled, “Of course darling.” he opened his arms to you.

You instantly slipped into his embrace, sighing with happiness. His broad chest was cold but inviting. You nuzzled into him feeling sleepy already. You heard the water boiling and pulled away from his embrace. You made a cup of tea for both you and him; two sugars and a little milk, just the way he liked. 

Astarion gently pulled you back into his chest as you both sipped your tea. You drank it quickly, the warmth from the tea lulling you to sleep. You dozed off, turning on your side and shuffling closer to Astarion. 

You were curled up against him, like a cat, he thought to himself. He smiled down at you, watching your chest rise and fall with shallow breaths. He gently pushed your hair out of the way, “Gods I love you.” he mumbled. He stayed like that the whole night, reveling in your soft touch. 

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Astarion pulled you into his favorite jewelry shop in all of Baldur’s Gate, The Glitter Gala. He excitedly looked at all the pieces in the cases. His eyes focused on a ruby pendant with an onyx chain. He quickly moved on, you noticed he never bought anything for himself despite having quite a bit of gold between the two of you. You cursed Cazador in moments like these, knowing that Astarion didn’t buy anything because he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to keep it when he was a slave. You broke away from him momentarily and quickly bought the pendant so he wouldn’t see. You excitedly clenched your pocket every now and then, just wanting to know you had the pendant. 

Later, when you sat in his tent listening to him read you laid your head on his lap. He absent mindedly played with your locks, both of you finding it comforting.

“Close your eyes and give me your hand.” you said.

He eyed you suspiciously, cautiously holding his hand out and covering his eyes with the other. 

“No peeking!” you giggled when you saw him look between his fingers. 

He closed his eyes for good, feeling something cold and smooth in his palm. 

“Ok, open your eyes!” you said excitedly, sitting up.

Astarion gazed at the very same pendant he looked at earlier but denied himself. He rubbed his thumb over the smooth ruby before he looked at you. His eyes were misty and you could see he was holding back tears. 

“I don’t remember the last time somebody got me a gift,” he whispered. 

Your eyes softened and you shuffled closer to him. He pulled you into a hug and as you leaned back, he tilted your chin up and kissed you softly. You pulled back, smiling as you clasped the pendant around his neck. 

You ran your thumb over the ruby, “I enchanted it… your armor is twice as strong as long as you wear this.” 

Astarion quickly wiped the tears from his eyes before he cradled your face, “Thank you little love, this is… absolutely wonderful.”

“May I kiss you again?” you asked politely.

“Please…” he said under his breath.

You hooked your finger under the onyx chain, gently pulling him towards you before your lips met again in a sweet kiss. 

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Astarion laid on the ground after Orin kicked him in the chest, he saw her raise her sword and prepared to feel the sting of the blade. When nothing came down, he opened his eyes. He saw you rush her, tackling her to the ground. He stayed on the ground, watching in awe as you pinned her beneath you.

“Nobody touches him.” you growled in her face before swiftly slitting her throat. 

Astarion scrambled over to you, helping you up. Blood dripped off your face, you kept your eyes on Orin, rage still seething within you. 

“You’re alright darling, I’ve got you.” Astarion said, “Are we done here?” he asked the others. They nodded to him, Karlach beginning to search Orin’s corpse for anything useful. Astarion nodded before opening the sigil, taking you both back to camp.

You took a bath, Astarion waited for you outside. You noticed him smiling at you as you brushed your hair. “What?” you said, turning to look at him.

“When you killed Orin, I’ve never seen you look so…” he started.

“Deranged?” you asked, a tinge of fear in your voice. Today was easily your most savage moment, something took over you when she dared to touch Astarion.

“Attractive,” he said with a smirk, “Honestly my sweet, I would have taken you then and there if I could have.” 

Your mouth parted slightly, you felt a familiar heat pool between your legs. 

His hands gently parted your legs as he kneeled before you while you sat at your vanity. “May I?” he said as he looked between your eyes and your crotch with what you could only describe as animalistic hunger. 

You nodded, throwing your head back as he dove in like a man starved.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello!!! Hope everyone likes this, I am working overnight for the next few days so I will try to pump out a new fic or two because what the fuck else do I have to do during this time lol. I hope ya'll are doing well. As always, thank you for the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests. XOXOXOXOXOXO!!!

Bind

Astarion x Nonbinary! Reader - drabble - 1.3K WC

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Warnings: discussion of gender, body dysmorphia, improper binding, Astarion being the big softie we all know he is, hesitation, fear, kissing

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Astarion kissed you fervently, as if you were his only lifeline to this reality. You kissed him back, but the panic creeping over your skin was becoming difficult to ignore. It felt like ice clawing its way up until you were devoured. He moved to start kissing your neck.

You let out a shaky breath, “Stop…” you mumbled. 

Astarion continued, so lost in you all he could hear was your erratic heart beat.

Tears feel from your eyes, the ice settling in you, making you freeze. “Stop…” you choked out.

Astarion kissed down your chest but looked up at you when he felt you tense. His eyes dulled quickly, becoming soft and round instead of sharp and lustful. He backed up, not wanting to overwhelm you further.

“I said stop…” you sniffled as you sat up and scooted away from him, wrapping your arms around your legs that were pulled up to your chest. 

“Little love, are you alright? Did I hurt you? Scare you?” his eyes flicked back and forth between yours, searching for any answer. 

“I… I’m fine…” you said, wiping the tears away just to have them be replaced by new ones. 

“Obviously not, what is it my sweet?” he said, sliding his shirt back on. 

“I… don’t know how to tell you… I’ve never really talked about it before…” you said, looking at the floor.

Astarion stayed quiet, waiting for you to speak. 

“I… don’t always feel like…. Myself.” you shook your head, no that wasn’t getting your point across. “I mean I don’t always feel like a woman… or a man… I’m something else, something I can’t define…” you wrapped your arms around yourself even tighter. Your eyes met his after a moment. 

His face was so soft, so sweet and understanding. “Alright.” he smiled softly at you. 

Your eyes widened, “What? That’s it?” you said in shock.

Astarion chuckled, “That’s it. I love you, I don’t care what you identify with as long as you are happy.” 

You loosened your grip, fingers finding the buttons of your shirt. You undid them one by one before Astarion softly held your wrist, “That’s not necessary, pet. We don’t have to do anything.”

You kissed his palm before continuing to unbutton your shirt. When you pulled it apart, Astarion saw gauze and immediately thought you were hurt. You smiled at him to reassure him.

“I bind my chest… it makes me feel… more like me.” you nodded, content with your explanation. 

Astarion gently moved your shirt a bit, he noticed the irritation from the bandages on your ribs. Red and angry. “Can you breathe?” he asked cautiously.

You sighed, wincing slightly as the bandages did hurt. They were crushing you. Having them on all day while adventuring was leaving you with cuts and burns but you would rather endure than not feel like yourself. “Yes… it's not always comfortable but… I can’t compromise.” 

“Do you want to take them off?” he asked, the burning skin of your ribs keeping his eyes entranced. 

You sucked in a sharp breath, wincing once more. You had never shown anyone your chest. You thought about it for a moment. You trusted Astarion and you could tell he saw your pain and just wanted you to relax. You nodded slightly, undoing the two safety pins on the side of your chest. You slowly unraveled the bandages, feeling relief. You held the gauze to your chest, looking up at Astarion. 

His eyes were already on your face, “Do you want me to turn around? I won’t look if you don’t want me to.” he said, already shifting himself around.

You stopped him, pulling him so his knees were against yours. You held his hand to your still covered chest. You didn’t know why this all felt so scary. Astarion and you hand’t gotten off on the best foot but that might as well have been eons ago. Now you held a mutual love and respect for one another. So why were you afraid?  You dropped the last of the gauze, your chest fully exposed to him. You watched his reaction, waited for him to do anything.

He reached out, waiting for your ok to touch you. You nodded at him. He gently thumbed over the reddened skin, pulling back when you let out a hiss. Something clicked in his brain, you could see it on his face. He scurried over to his desk, rummaging through the various bottles he had atop it. 

He walked back over to you before sitting down with a proud smile on his face. 

“Whatcha got there?” you asked with a soft smile. It felt good to be uncovered, to be vulnerable with him. 

“A personal concoction. Balsam ointment, potion of healing, and rosemary.” he said as he unscrewed the lid. He took a generous dollop, moving towards you. He waited for your approval, you nodded. 

You had to restrain yourself from moaning out, the cream felt heavenly. Your chest felt warm but in a delightful way, unlike the usual painful heat from the friction of the bandages. 

“Balsam for the burns. Potion of healing for the cuts. Rosemary for the inflammation.” he said as his fingers worked deftly. 

You shrugged your shirt off completely, letting it pool behind you on the floor. His fingers stopped working for a moment. Your eyes instantly searched for his, unsure what he could be feeling at this moment. 

“So beautiful…” he whispered before his fingers continued their delicate work. 

He was so soft for you, and only you. You caressed his cheek, pulling him softly by his chin before placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “Thank you.” you whispered to him.

“For what my darling?” he said, kissing your cheeks before applying just a bit more cream to the most irritated areas. 

“For everything. For accepting me. I know it might be strange and difficult to understand…” you said before he cut you off.  

“You are quite strange, but not for this.” he teased, “This is who you are.” he said nonchalantly. 

You hugged him swiftly, careful to not let your ointment covered chest make a mess on his shirt. He hugged you back before leaning back to kiss your cheek. “You need to rest.” he said as he pulled out a blanket he kept in his tent specifically for your comfort. 

You reached for your shirt. “You don’t have to put that back on if it would be more comfortable for you.” he smiled at you.

You breathed a small sigh of relief. You slept like this in your own tent, needing time for your chest to be unrestricted. “Thank you.” you got comfortable on his bed roll. He draped the blanket over you, watching you fall asleep quickly. 

He got to work quickly. Gathering bits of fabric from here and there. Finding the right thread. Embroidering his initial in the corner. He pulled back after working for gods know how long, it was like he was in a trance. He looked at his creation. A binder but a properly fitted and carefully made one. Much better than wrapping yourself up every day. This should keep your chest flat without cutting or burning you. Let you breathe.  Astarion worked through the night, making multiple binders for you. Before he knew it, he heard your groggy voice.

“Star?” you asked, rubbing your eyes so they could focus on him. “What’s going on?”

Astarion quickly bit the thread off before holding up his fourth creation of the night. “I made these for you. They should do exactly what the bandages did, just safer.” 

You sat up, suddenly very awake. You took the item from him, amazed at his thoughtfulness and care. You held it up to your bare chest. Tears stung your eyes in the happiest way. You pounced on him, kissing over his face incessantly. You heard him giggle and it filled you with love, this man was yours until the end and gods were you overjoyed by that simple fact. 

Astarion wrapped his arms around you, holding you close before he rested his forehead against yours. “Love you my dearest little love.”

You smiled, kissing him softly.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello all! Hope this is a good one! I very recently came out as nonbinary so this was a bit inspired by that. I think I wrote it to convince myself it's ok to buy a binder. IDK sorry that was a bit personal lol. As always thanks for the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests! XOXOXOXOXO!!!!!

Monster

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1K WC NSFW 18+

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Warnings: Astarion being a sad boy, angsty af, good ending, he really do be going through it

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You stirred at the sound of glass shattering not far from your tent. You got up, grabbing a dagger before leaving your tent to investigate. You heard pieces of glass clink together the closer you edge towards the center of camp. You head to your lovers tent first to ensure his safety. “Astarion?” you whispered.

You heard glass moving and sniffles before you made your way in. “Get out…” he mumbled.

You dropped your dagger, gathering the large pieces of glass. Astarion had a few small cuts on his legs and his right knuckles were bleeding. 

“I said get out!” he growled.

You moved the glass away from him before crawling to his side. He refused to look up at you . You held his cheek gently, tilting his head up. Finally his eyes met yours. They held tears but the emotion in them was anger. You took his hand quickly, healing him before asking, “My love, what’s the matter?” 

“I am a monster.” he said with a strain in his voice. 

Your eyes widened slightly. You looked between him and the shattered mirror sat across from him. “I don’t see any monsters here. Are you sure?” 

Astarion scoffed, “Don’t mock me.” he tugged his hand out of your hold.

You shifted to sit in front of him, “I would never. Why do you think you are a monster?” you asked.

“Look at me!” He yelled, “I’m an abomination! Cazador took everything from me and made me something else… something evil.” 

“Do you know what I see?” you asked him in a whisper.

His eyes searched yours, waiting for your answer. 

“I see the most beautiful, divine creature I have ever had the privilege to behold.” You scooted onto his lap, straddling him. “These delicate white curls, these plush lips, the sharpest ruby eyes…” you went on, tracing his features in a low voice. 

Astarion shuddered at your touch. Feeling you trace his face before moving over his sensitive ears, he suppressed a moan. 

You tugged gently at the strings on the front of his shirt. You nipped his earlobe before suckling down his neck, leaving little licks and bites in your path. “This sweet, ivory skin that is so decadent… I can never get my fill.” you mumbled out as you traveled down his chest. 

You tugged his shirt off him, making eye contact to ensure this was alright. He nodded ever so slightly, his eyes hazy with lust. You kissed over his broad chest, savoring the salty tinge of sweat that was building up. He felt feverish at your soft touches, a trembling mess as you teased him. “These scars…” you say as you gently trace a few of his scars that curve around the side of his waist. “You carry them with honor, you do not let them define or limit you…” you kissed them softly before starting to unfasten his pants. 

You tore your shirt open, listening to the buttons scatter as you exposed your chest to him. You shimmied the top off before leaning forward. Astarion latched onto your nipple in his love drunk trance. He suckled at you fervently while rolling your opposite nipple between his fingers. You held the back of his head while you threw your head back. He kissed over your chest lazily. “You always know what to do to me…” you kissed his cheeks. 

You guided yourself onto his thigh, adding just the right pressure to make you shudder from the stimulation. He held your hips but his grip faltered when you grabbed his cock. You smoothed your thumb over his tip, spreading his sticky precum. “This cock that pleases me in every way possible.” you whispered as you slowly started to grind against him as you started tugging him off. 

Astarion gripped your hips as he helped guide you as you rode his thigh. Adding just a tad more pressure that made you dizzy. “These hands, they hold me tight and keep me safe.”

You moved off his thigh, sinking down on him completely. Both of you moaned deeply, Astarion’s voice coming out as a growl. “Fuck.” he repeated over and over as he felt you around him. 

“This man that loves me completely… how could he possibly be a monster.” you say as you find your rhythm. 

“I… I…” Astarion tried to fight back, tried to find a negative within himself. But he couldn’t. The pleasure mixed with the praise was driving him mad. 

You bounced on him, ignoring the fire in your knees. You were close and from what you could feel, so was he. You stilled around him, panting heavily as your climax hit you. You bit into his shoulder to avoid crying out and waking the others. 

Astarion hissed at the contact but didn’t pull away. Watching your face contort in pleasure was enough to send him. He mouthed over your chest sloppily until he came back down. 

“You are not a monster. You are Astarion Ancunin of Baldur’s Gate. You are a devilishly handsome elf rogue. But most importantly, you are mine as I am yours. I love you.” you said before hugging him tightly. 

He held you back, your sweat slicked bodies clinging to one another. “I love you… thank you, for everything…” he placed kisses to the inside of your neck before you let out a giggle, pulling away swiftly as he had tickled you. He nipped at you playfully before stealing several more kisses. 

“Now - lay down and relax. We need to sleep if we are to enter the House of Hope tomorrow.” you nestled back against him, snuggling into his side.

“Think the devil has anything good to steal?” he asked with a yawn before he cuddled himself into you, kissing the top of your head. 

“Of course! What kind of devil would he be if he didn’t?” you muttered kissing his chest before finally letting sleep overtake you once more that night. 

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Naboo's Note:

Hello all! Hope you enjoy! I work an overnight this week so I will def have one more fic out this week and possibly another this weekend if the mood takes me. I hope you are all doing well <3 Thanks for everything, talk soon! XOXOXOXOXOXOXO!!!!!!!!!

Kind

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1K WC

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Warnings: none this is all fluff babyyyyyy

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You had finally defeated the big three. Minthara was the most difficult to knock out and your body let you know it. Your armor was incredibly heavy on your aching body and all you wanted to do was sit in a hot bath and enjoy silence. As you ran to the front of the goblin camp but you heard the clicking of the spiders. You stopped, looking at them in their cage. Everyone else stopped a bit ahead of you, noticing your absence. You drank a potion of animal speaking before walking to the cage. You started to pick the lock, the others watching you quietly. 

“What are you doing? You’re wasting time we need to get back to the grove.” Astarion said, annoyance present in his voice. 

“Nothing deserves to be caged forever. They deserve to be free.” You said, the lock finally clicking open as you fiddled with it. 

The spiders looked at you, you moved out of the way while opening the cage completely. “You’re free now. Feel free to feast on the goblins.” You motioned to the plethora of dead goblins scattered about. The spiders crawled past you. You returned to the group, all of them looking at you with different expressions. 

“Shall we?” You said pointing at the large doors leading to the front of the goblin camp. 

Everyone started running again. As the large doors shut behind you, you once again stopped. You pried the doors open again leaving them wide open. “What? They’ll need to get out at some point.” You said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

Everyone kept moving, making it to the sigil and back to camp. 

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As you made your way back to your tent from the river Astarion watched you. He made his way to you, still cautious as you were only a few days into being companions. 

“Y/N?” He called out.

You emerged dressed in your night clothes while still drying your hair. “Hey!” You said, ever so friendly. 

“I’m curious…. Why did you free the spiders? It would have been so easy to leave them behind.” He asked genuinely.

“Easy, yes. Right? No.” You shrugged. You could see on his face he still didn’t understand. “They are misunderstood creatures. They deserve the same respect as everything else living. You saw them, they didn’t want to hurt us, they just wanted to eat and wander. Nothing wrong with that. I couldn’t leave them to die or become slaves to whoever came along next. Nothing deserves that.” 

Astarion nodded. You were kind, truly kind, he thought. 

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This carried on as your adventure moved forward. The tieflings, Last Light Inn, sparing the sisters in the House of Healing, stopping the shadow curse, even saving Minthara at Moonrise. All you seemed to do was help others when it gave you no advantage, no leverage. You just did it to be kind. It baffled and annoyed him but a small part of him found it endearing; admirable even. 

You spoke with Minthara across camp as he watched you. You somehow made the drow manage a smile. How strange, he thought. Your kind, uplifting nature seemed to be infectious to even the darkest souls amongst you. 

As you sauntered back to your tent nestled next to his Astarion said aloud, “You’re unbearably naive.” 

Your smile faltered for a moment, “What do you mean?” you asked.

“That kind nature of yours will get you killed.” he said. There was a hint of sincerity in his voice, but the rest came off as rude. 

You paused for a moment before shrugging, “Maybe. But at least I’ll die for a good cause. Better to die helpful than to die for nothing.”

“Your lack of self preservation is astonishing.” he chided.  

You smiled at him. You were so sickly sweet. He really did try to find negatives in you to prevent himself from liking you. The only negative he found was your weakness for others. 

“Why are you so helpful anyways? It’s not like you gain anything.” he asked while taking a swig from his wine.

You sighed, a forlorn look melting onto your face. “I don’t want anyone to feel pain. I’ve felt pain and hurt all too much in my life and if I can prevent others from feeling the same then I will… All we have is each other in this life.” you smiled softly at the end. 

“How… sweet.” he said, finally smiling back at you. You were someone he wished had found him sooner, maybe you could have saved him from all the pain he had to endure. 

You sat next to him, taking his bottle of wine and having a gulp yourself before nestling it between the two of you. You both sat in a comfortable silence, watching the stars above. A chill shivered down your spine at the cool night breeze. 

Astarion opened himself up to you “I’m not sure if I’m much warmer but…” he trailed off. 

You shimmied into his side, cuddling up to him. “This is nice.” you sighed sleepily.

Astarion smiled softly, instinctively kissing the top of your head. You had turned him down every time he invited you to his bedroll. Yet these soft touches stirred something inside him. He felt… safe. His guard was dropped with you, knowing you were kind and eternally forgiving. He had to tell you… soon. Everything. How he planned to seduce you, how he was annoyed by your nature, how he came to enjoy you… love you. He looked down at your angelic face. You trusted him enough to fall asleep with him, something he didn’t take lightly. He cradled your head gently as he laid you down, shifting one of his cushions under your head. You whined a bit, missing his contact but you quickly nuzzled into the pillow. Astarion fetched a blanket from your tent since he had no need for them, he tucked you in and kept watch over you. Playing with your hair until morning slowly crept over the horizon.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello lovelies! Hope you enjoy this one, I'm working another overnight on Friday so might get one or two more fics out this week. I hope you're all doing well :) I realize my fics are a little heavy in their content (i.e. self harm, SA, etc.) would a special type of warning or symbol on said posts be helpful? I already put warnings and the mature content symbol but I want to make sure I'm being super mindful and not triggering to anyone. Let me know what you guys think! Thanks for everything guys! XOXOXOXOXO

Scars

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC

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Warnings: mention of smut but nothing too vivid, Tav history but nothing horrible, kinda funny in some ways, really enjoyed writing this one and if you don't like it - I hate to tell you but you are wrong (I don't make the rules here sorry (I def do make the rules)), I'm so sleep deprived lord help me

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You laid across from Astarion, enjoying each other's company as the early morning rays of golden sunshine cascaded into the tent. It was the first night you had slept together of Astarion’s own volition. After defeating Cazador, he decided to try living again and he wanted to indulge in every way possible, including indulging in you. It was sweet, gentle, thoughtful lovemaking. Ensuring you were both comfortable and consenting was at the forefront of both your minds. You laid on your combined bedrolls nude, your lower halves covered by a thin blanket. Astarion traced over your face deftly, his fingers subconsciously tracing over the scars that crossed your eye, cheek, and lips. 

“How did you get these?” he asked suddenly.

Your eyes opened completely, waking from their sleepy haze to find his.

“Forgive me, that was rude… you don’t have to tell me.” he said, shaking his head. 

You smiled at him, kissing him briefly. “I’m just as old as you, I have quite a few scars if you’d like to hear the many tales.” you smirked.

He let out a relieved sigh, worried he had offended you somehow. He nodded at your question, finding the raised blemishes to be quite beautiful against your skin. 

“These,” you said gently moving his fingers across your eye and cheek, “are from a devil. My very short stint fighting in the Blood War gave me these.” 

“And this,” you said tracing over your lips, “from a dog. Bit me when I was 7.”

You moved his hand to trace over the large scar that spanned across your neck, “A near death fight with a Bhaal spawn. Nearly took my head off, thankfully I had quite the healer with me.”

Astarion grimaced at this scar. He couldn’t imagine that kind of pain. Being bitten by Cazador had felt like a shard of icy glass being plunged into his neck. Having your throat sliced open by someone as vicious as a Bhaal spawn, he could imagine the immense fear seeing all the blood seeping from you, your life slipping away slowly. He thanked any gods who were listening for the healer who saved you long ago.

“How old were you?” he whispered.

“For my neck?” you asked, “I was 80, my first time in Baldur’s Gate actually. Quite the welcome.” you chuckled. 

You carried on with your little tour of your body. “This one,” you said, tracing a very faint scar of three little dots on the top of your chest, “I gave to myself. Turns out forks are quite dangerous if you trip with them in your hand.” 

Astarion scoffed, a breathy laugh coming out after. As gifted of a fighter as you are, you are also the most accident prone individual he has ever met. 

“Lets see…” you continued moving his fingers to your upper ribs where a deep, jagged scar lay, “A worshiper of Loviatar “blessed” me with that one.”

“Blessed you?” he said, quirking an eyebrow with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

“Let's just say Loviatar worshipers enjoy all manner of things in the bedroom.” you blushed. “It was truly a blessing though, the knife they so graciously stabbed me with was infused with magic. Makes me harder to kill since I “embraced” Loviatar.” 

Astarion smiled at that one. He had noticed how slashing didn’t seem to have much effect on you in battle, now he knows why.

“This one,” you said, moving his hand to a scar that spanned from your belly button to your hip, “Particularly brutal - a Lolth sworn drow and a drider came after me while I was knocked down. Turns out spider legs are sharp as fuck. And the venom? Lord, I have yet to feel a sting quite like that again.” 

Astarion frowned, he always despised spiders. Now he has even more reason to dislike them.

“This,” you moved his hand to your upper right thigh, “Another self-inflicted accident. Swam in the Black Lake, which is forbidden and for good reason too. Giant eels leave quite the electric burn.” 

“Why were you in a forbidden lake?” he asked, thumbing over the patchy scar.

“Why not?” you winked at him with a smirk.

Gods he loved your rebellious spirit, quite matched his own. Trouble seemed to find you both all too easily and yet, you always managed to make fun out of it. 

“This,” you said as you dramatically slapped his hand to your ass cheek. He felt for a moment before feeling a raised “X” shape. “An arrow of Ilmater from a particularly pissed off dwarf.”

“And, pray tell, why was he pissed off?” he said with a smirk of his own. 

“I may or may not have been trying to steal a particular magical necklace.” you grinned.

Astarion hooked his finger under the golden chain around your neck that always had a slight ethereal glow to it. “I’m assuming you managed to steal said necklace?” he said before tugging on it to pull you into a kiss. 

You giggled when you pulled away as his lips followed yours, you pecked them again before continuing. “Yes. Well worth it though, it prevents me from being poisoned. It’s come in handy more than once.” 

You moved his hand to your knee but not before he gave your ass a final squeeze. You squealed as you leaned into him. He would never get tired of your toothy grin, it was like sunshine to him, he loved to bask in it. 

“This one,” you said as you moved his hand to feel over two parallel scars, “from a mermaid. She tried to drown me so I kicked her off, but not before her scales dug into me.” 

“Why was she trying to drown you?” he asked.

You gave him a sarcastic look, “Have you ever met a mermaid? They don’t need a reason, they do it for sport.” 

Astarion nodded, making a mental note to not venture too far into mermaid infested waters. 

“Kept the scales though! Worth a fortune since they make elixir of water breath.” you said jovially, finding the positive in said situation.

“Elixir of what?” Astarion asked, searching his mind for this unknown elixir. 

“Water breath; you can breathe underwater for quite some time once you drink it. Rather rare though, getting scales off a mermaid is a pretty deadly task.” you shrugged.

“Any more?” Astarion said, his eyes running over all the scars that littered your body. So many stories, so many emotions. 

“Just two…” you said as you raised your foot up so his hand could feel over the top of it. A “Z” shaped scar. “This one is from a Zhentarim, hence the “Z” shape. Got caught trying to break into one of their hideouts. Left me with a lovely little scar to remind me not to try again.” 

Astarion traced the shape, you jerked away at the ticklish feeling. 

“Finally,” you said moving his hand between your legs right where the plush of your thigh meets your groin, “this one is from the best lover I have ever had.” 

Astarion felt for a moment but couldn’t feel anything. He looked up at you confused, “There's no scar here?” he said, waiting for you to guide him to the proper spot.  

“Not yet. I suggest you get to it, fangs.” you smirked at him. 

Astarion gave you a wicked smile when your words clicked in his head, “I’d be honored to add to the collection…” he said as he trailed himself down your body, leaving feverish pecks and little nips as he descended before licking over your thigh and sinking his fangs in. 

You arched your back while you carded your fingers through his white curls. You never wanted to leave this bed, this tent, or him. And luckily, you didn’t have to, not now. Not ever. He would alway be yours, and you his.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! :D I am so fucking tired but also very awake right now working this overnight. I fucking love this piece so I hope you all do too! Fun fact, the fork scar is an actual scar I have because I am, in fact, a clumsy bitch lol. This felt very fluffy to me and just generally made me feel better so I hope it was comforting to ya'll as well. Talk soon, thanks for everything!!!!!!!! TTYLXOXOXOXOXO!!!!!!!!!

Devotion

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.2K WC

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Warnings: agression, insults, general rudeness, crying, soft boy Astarion

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Tensions were high in camp generally, being beaten down on the daily fighting such powerful beings was enough to irritate everyone. For the most part you were just trying to avoid everyone, give them peace. You sought out your lover, Astarion, for comfort yet were greeted with annoyance and dismissal. It hurt your feelings and you were open with him about that. That is where the fight started but gods did it evolve. Every little annoyance with each other came spewing out until it turned into this giant ugly monster that enveloped you both. 

“Just leave me alone!” Astarion yelled at you but stayed in his spot.

“Excuse me? You’re in my tent.” you said, crossing your arms. 

“I have had enough of your attitude.” Astarion said in a low voice. 

“Likewise my dear.” you shot back at him. 

He stalked towards you, his eyes were sharp and you could see the anger in his face. “What was that?” he growled.

“I said I’ve had enough of you. You want to be alone? Fine. Be alone but go do it somewhere else.” you shoved past him.

He gripped your arm tightly pulling you harshly back to where you were standing before. You winced, his grip hurting you. You tried to yank your arm away but all that did was make him grip you harder. 

He walked you backwards until your back hit the pole holding your whole tent up. You winced at that as well, the wood scraping against you roughly.

“I would speak more softly to me.” Astarion gritted.

“You’re hurting me.” you said while trying to pull his hand off your arm. 

He squeezed your arm tighter, you let out a yelp. This cleared his mind right up; he let go of you but you remained where you were. He reached up to inspect your arm. You flinched away, shielding your face. 

Astarion took a step back from you, his face contorted with a look of utter sorrow. “I wouldn’t hurt you…” he murmured.

“You did hurt me.” you said as you shrugged your cloak off, looking down at your arm. A red mark already forming into a hand shaped bruise laid where he grasped you.

His eyes widened at the mark, he looked down at his hands. His eyes met yours and as he moved towards you he saw your face flash with fear as you moved away from him. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. 

“Get out.” you said, tears brimming in your eyes.

“Darling I…”

“Get out! Touch me again and I’ll cut your fucking hand off.” your tears fell but they weren’t from sadness or fear, they were from rage. 

He flinched at your harshness, having never seen you like this before. He wanted to stay, to make it right somehow. But he couldn’t and that's what hurt the most. He left. His mind went elsewhere as he sank down into his own bed. It felt cold. He hadn’t been without you in months, everything felt dark and lonesome. 

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He didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t think. He had never had to apologize for hurting somebody, if anything he was rewarded in the past for it. But he never wanted to hurt you, and now that he had, all he felt was confused. He truly didn’t mean to. Having just fed, he didn’t realize his strength. He consistently forgot how strong he was now that he was feeding on thinking creatures. He cursed himself, he wanted to cut out his heart. He decided he would do what you asked, he would get out.

He sat on the hillside watching the sun go down and the moon rise. He had his bag packed, just a few things, including a ring you had given him less than a week ago. A ring of devotion. He held it between his fingers, a single tear slipped down his cheek. Gods how he wished this all turned out differently. How he wishes he could have been better for you. Perhaps Cazador was right, he was nothing, and he would always be nothing. 

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You were still angry, he hadn’t left his tent in days and the first thing he did was go sit on a hill? You glared at him as you watched from the mouth of your tent. You looked down at your arm, the bruise was fading, just yellow and splotchy now. You knew he didn’t mean to hurt you, he would never. But that didn’t change the fact that he did. You didn’t fear him, you just wanted an apology and for this stupid fight to be over. You went to bed, tossing and turning all night, unable to slip away. 

You rolled over to the sound of footsteps. Keeping your eyes closed but just barely cracked, pretending to sleep, you saw Astarion looking at you from the front of your tent. His face was so sad, so forlorn. He watched you for a moment longer before leaving. You listened to his steps, but they didn’t lead back to his tent. They got further and further until you couldn’t hear him anymore. Something in your gut told you to follow him, so you did. You saw his tracks lead out of camp.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” you said as you caught up to him about a mile from camp. 

He looked shocked to see you when he turned around. “To wash.” he lied quickly.

You raised your eyebrow as you walked up to him, “Really? A mile away from camp? With a backpack? If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were leaving for good.” you put your hands on your hips, awaiting his answer.

“I… am.” he said, his shoulders slumping and his eyes looking downwards. 

“Oh? And why is that?” you asked.

“I am a danger. I don’t want to hurt you again.” he said, tugging his backpack closer to him.

“This will hurt me more than you could ever imagine.” you said, holding his cheek. You weren’t angry anymore, irritated was a better way to describe it. 

His shaking hand rested over the top of yours, he sighed, “I don’t know how to fix what I’ve done.”

“An apology would be a good start.” you mumbled with a small smile.

“I am sorry, truly. I forget myself, my strength. My temper is so… easily rattled. I just… I’m so sorry Y/N.” he said with a shaky voice. 

You kissed him softly, “I accept your apology. Now I need you to make me a promise.”

“Anything.” he said quickly.

“Promise me we'll talk things through. That we’ll be rational, patient. And that you won't just pick up and leave after every small fight.” you pleaded with him. 

“Yes! Yes, of course… Is your arm alright?” he asked, his eyes glancing towards it. 

“Good,” you leaned up to kiss him again. “It’s fine, I can hardly even see it now.” you said as you showed him your arm.

“Do you still trust me…? Love me?” he asked, he wanted to hold you close so bad but he restrained himself. 

“Of course. I’m not afraid of you Star, I was just angry. Of course I love you and trust you.” you pulled him to you in a crushing hug. 

He cautiously wrapped his arms around you, he looked down to the ring on his finger. Devotion, he thought. He was devoted to you above all else.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello!!! This was based off a request and I loved writing this. As a reminder to all - REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! I have another fic idea so be on the look out for that in the next few days. Thanks for everything! XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX!!!!!!

Aeterna Amantes

Astarion x Y/N - Chapter 1 - 1.4K WC

chapter 1 (you are here!)

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4 NSFW 18+

chapter 5

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Warnings: mention of nudity (not sexualized), innocent reader, frankenstein like plot, arcane tower, Bernard, Soft Astarion and Karlach, Gale featured!, fluffffffffffff

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The lock finally clicked in place, Astarion ripped it away from the door, irritated it took him three tries to get it to cooperate. He ventured into the basement of the Arcane Tower. He was cautious as he picked up random things he considered worth taking. The others were slowly following behind him, still conversing with Bernard. A coffin surrounded by beams of electricity sat in the middle of the basement. Odd, he thought. He pulled the lever on the far wall, deciding he wanted to see what would happen. The beams intensified before they flickered and died out along with the rest of the electricity in the whole tower. The coffin door creaked, sounding as if something was trapped inside. The others finally made their way into the basement, everyone's eyes instantly flicked to him with his hand on the lever before they flicked to the coffin with little bumps sounding from within. 

Karlach rolled her eyes before walking over to the coffin, prying the heavy lid open. Your eyes shot open. You sat up slowly, taking in your surroundings. Your golden irises were captivating and striking against the dim lighting of the room, almost as if they were glowing. You slowly climbed out of the coffin on wobbly legs. Gale averted his eyes due to your very naked form. Bernard made his way to you, shielding your body in a simple robe. Astarion’s eyes took you in, he noticed how you were covered in scars. At every junction - wrists, elbows, neck, knees, etc. scars existed. All of them showing how you had been stitched together. 

“What are they?” he asked as he made his way over to the group.

“A prototype.” Bernard said mechanically. 

“Fascinating!” Gale said once he knew you were covered completely. “But a prototype for what?” 

“A living companion for Lenore.” he stated as he finished furnishing you with appropriate clothing. 

You had the complexion of a drow but your skin tone differed depending on what part of you he was looking at. All shades of cool blues. Your eyes looked at everyone, you walked up to Gale.

“Uhhh, hello?” he said as you touched his clothes and hair, smiling to yourself when you flicked his ear ring.

Karlach laughed until you turned your attention to her, you walked to her softly. You reached up to her horns tugging on them slightly. She giggled at your child like curiosity, bending down slightly for you to inspect them. 

Astarion watched with an annoyed face, this was a waste of time. 

When your eyes saw Karlach’s broken horn your face fell into a sad frown. You stood on your tiptoes and kissed her broken horn. You smiled at her gently, her face was shocked but turned into a smile. Nobody had ever been so gentle with her, it made heat envelop her. 

Finally your eyes landed on Astarion, you walked to him toggling your head back and forth as you inspected him. 

“They have not met anyone besides Lenore.” Bernard spoke, explaining your somewhat strange actions. 

You raised a hand to touch Astarion’s chest, he grabbed your wrist harshly. “No.” 

You pulled your hand to your chest, rubbing your wrist. Your lip quivered as you backed away from him. Astarion felt a small pang in his chest, he didn’t mean to scare you but he was not willing to be touched by a stranger. You moved to hide behind Karlach, glancing at him every once and a while with a wary gaze. 

“Will they be safe without Lenore?” Karlach asked. 

Bernard did not answer, he just stared at you, analyzing you. 

You slipped your hand into Karlach’s, your eyes flicking back and forth between her and the exit. She squeezed your hand and began walking with you to the main floor. Everyone followed. As Karlach began walking out the gates with you Bernard gripped your arm.

“They cannot leave,” he said.

You whined, reaching for Karlach. The desperation in your eyes was something Astarion knew all too well. 

“They aren’t leaving, simply walking to the garden. Are you sure you aren’t malfunctioning?” Karlach said deceptively. 

Bernard released his grip on you, “Analyzing. I will return once I have been recalibrated.” 

You clung to Karlach, following her out of the tower for good. Your eyes explored the marvelous world of the Underdark. You had never left that basement, all of this was fascinating and overwhelming. With a flick of his hand Gale opened a portal. You were hesitant to cross the threshold but with a small beckon from Karlach you followed. No turning back now.

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You gazed at the fire, inching closer to it. The dancing orange flames entranced you, your hand reached out to touch it until a soft hand stopped you. 

“Careful soldier, don’t want you to get burned. Try this.” Karlach said as she put both her palms towards the fire but held them a safe distance away, just enough to warm them. You copied her actions, giggling slightly when you felt the warmth spread from your hands to your arms. 

Astarion watched you with a small smirk. You were the most innocent thing he had ever seen, it was endearing. He noticed the thin layer of dirt and sweat covering you. “I think they need a wash?” he said to Karlach. 

“Do you think you could manage that while I get supper on?” she asked as she sorted through her ingredients. 

Astarion gazed at you before looking at the hot springs in the cave not far off from camp. “I suppose.” he said with a shrug, trying to appear indifferent.

He walked over to you, holding his hand out to you. You followed him without hesitation. Once at the springs Astarion looked at you expectantly, “Well? Go on, take your clothes off and get in.” he said motioning to the pool of steaming water. 

You took your clothes off like he requested before sitting on the very edge of the pool. You tapped the water with your hand, sucking in a sharp breath as you watched the ripples. Astarion’s eyes widened at you, had you never seen or felt water before? He dipped his hand into the water, cupping some before he brought it to your hand. He held it flat, he smiled at you before letting the water from his hand trickle over yours. You gasped before giving him a beaming smile. You slowly made your way into the shallow pool, sighing with relief as you submerged yourself. Your hair clung to you. You watched the dirt slip off you as you scrubbed your arms and legs. 

Astarion sat on the edge of the pool, keeping an eye on you. “Can you talk?” he asked quietly.

You quirked your head at him, unsure of what he was asking. “Do you at least have a name?” he said.

Your face remained confused before he took your hand and placed it against his chest, “Astarion.” he said before moving your hand to your chest. 

You looked between the two of you repeatedly, trying to figure out a response. “Y/N” you mumbled. 

Astarion’s face lit up when he realized you could speak and understand him. Your voice was like honey to him. Soft and sweet. “Y/N” he repeated, liking the way your name felt on his tongue. 

“Astarion.” you said as you placed your hand back on his chest. 

He smiled down at you, “Yes, very good.” he gently pulled your hand away before turning you around in the hot spring and washing your hair. You sighed every now and then, liking the way he touched you. You had never had human contact, it felt strange but good. 

“Would you like to learn how to read? To talk?” he asked as he finished scrubbing the last of the muck off your body. 

You sat and soaked, enjoying the warmth. You nodded at him with a kind smile. 

“We can start tomorrow,” he said.

You let out a long yawn, your eyes drooping. 

“Let's get you some food and then off to bed with you.” he said as he helped you out of the spring before wrapping you in a towel. 

You leaned against him unexpectedly, nuzzling his chest softly. “Astarion.” you said sleepily. 

His heart was melting, it was an unfamiliar sensation. It terrified him but he also felt safe somehow. He smiled, trying to shake the feeling while fighting the urge to relish in it.

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Naboo's Note:

AHHHHHHH!!! So excited to start a new series! I've been coming up with this idea for a hot minute so I really hope everyone enjoys it! I will be trying to post this one regularly while also posting drabbles so please be patient and a little gracious with production as I also work so everything is a bit hectic. Thank you all for your love and support!!! It means the world!!!!!! XOXOXXOOXXOOXOXOXOOXOXOXOOX

Aeterna Amantes

Astarion x Y/N - Chapter 3 - 1.7K WC

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chapter 2

chapter 3 (you are here!)

chapter 4 NSFW 18+

chapter 5

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Warnings: mention of sex, blood drinking, Astarion being smitten but in denial, Karlach being lovely

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Astarion watched you sleep for ages, your chest rose and fell with the soft golden glow of your heart rising and falling with it. You were an anomaly to him. Quite the opposite - innocent, sweet. He felt so conflicted thinking of you. He wanted you in the purest way; to nurture you and care for you. But his primal brian told him to manipulate you, use you as an advantage for himself. Every time he looked at you he couldn’t decide. You had been nothing but kind to him, it was all you knew. 

“You think a lot.” you whispered up to him.

He hadn’t noticed you wake, “Oh? What makes you say that?” he smirked down at you. Your head still rested on his chest, making his undead heart swell. 

“Your face is scrunched up.” you said, poking his forehead.

Astarion chuckled, sitting up slightly. You followed his actions. He pointed to the corner, “There are plenty of books for you to read through today, Gale even threw some in there for you.”

You ogled the stack of books, there were easily ten there. “Where will you go?” you asked as you picked the first book up, letting your fingers trail over the dusty cover. 

“Moonrise Towers, if we’re fortunate.” he said as he started to put his armor on. 

You gazed at him, never having seen another person’s body before. It was different from yours.

“Like what you see?” he teased.

You tilted your head at his remark. You did like what you saw, you just didn’t quite understand why. 

He saw the curiosity swimming in your eyes, squinting his own before the realization hit him. “Have you never seen another body before?” he asked.

You shook your head, your cheeks heating up slightly. Your general lack of knowledge around everything embarrassed you, especially things everyone else seemed to know so blatantly. You walked closer to him, gazing over the vast expanse of his strong pale chest. You raised your hand, going to touch him before stopping yourself. You remembered how he reacted the first time you touched him without asking, “May I?” you asked in a hushed whisper. 

His eyes watched you cautiously but he gave you a small nod. You felt over his chest, tracing his sharp collarbones, feeling his ribs and the muscles that lay overtop of them. You felt him shiver when your fingers hit the ridges of his scars that barely wrapped around the side of his waist. You felt his stomach and noticed the silent breath he took in when your fingers trailed over tuft of white hair leading from his belly button into his pants. 

You looked at him, “Bad?” you asked, your hand still lingering on the hem of his pants. 

“No…” he whispered, his eyes hazy while watching your every move. He never wanted you to stop touching him, even if these were just innocent little touches. All that mattered was that they came from you.

“Are you different from me?” you asked, looking between his body and yours.

“In some ways.” he mumbled, trying to relish in your gentle ambiance. 

He watched as you put his hand to your chest and yours to his. “Same. We are the same here.” you said. He felt the warmth radiating from your glowing heart.

“Astarion, come one we gotta - oh… sorry…” said Karlach as she barged into his tent breaking the tension between the two of you. Astarion pulled away quickly, slipping on the rest of his armor while you stood still, unsure if you had done something to be embarrassed of. 

Astarion followed Karlach’s lead out of his tent, “Stay safe in here and read. I’ll be back later, you can tell me everything new you’ve learned.” he smiled at you quickly before disappearing into the Underdark. 

You sighed before picking up one of the many books and started reading. 

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“Soooooo…..” Karlach said with a teasing tone as she and Astarion walked behind the others.

“So what?” he grumbled, not even sparing her a glance.

“Come on, you know what.” she said, sounding giddy.

“Haven’t the faintest.” he said monotonically. 

“Oh I think you do… fangs likes the drow.” she chidded. 

He rolled his eyes at her, not bothering with a retort. 

“And you don’t even deny it!” she cackled.

“Please, I’m a glorified babysitter. That’s all.” he waved her off dismissively.

“Really? That’s not what it looked like this morning.” she grinned at him. 

“Neither of us have heartbeats, that's all they discovered this morning,” he said.

“I bet. And I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if Gale or Wyll were to take an interest in them?” she asked.

A faint trace of jealousy crossed over his face as he shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. 

Karlach chuckled at the very obvious fondness Astarion had for you. He was stubborn and knew he wouldn’t admit it but she saw it as early as the basement. You were drawn to each other. Fate was funny like that, always unexpected but always falling in line. 

Astarion walked ahead, aching to get away from Karlach’s prying questions and accusations. Primarily because they were true and he hated having anyone other than himself be right. Especially about this. 

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You fell asleep after the fifth book. It gave you much to think on, primarily because it was an anatomy book. Humans and elves are different but not very much. So now you knew what rested beneath Astarion’s pants. You also knew how reproduction worked. The whole explanation of the process seemed rather odd to you. Very… clinical. You couldn’t help but feel like the process of creating life was supposed to be more… emotional. It all overwhelmed you after reading the previous books on The Hells, Baldur’s Gate history, The Many Gods, and The Practice of Arcane Magic. The more you read the more your brain felt like it was devouring intellect and by the gods was it an insatiable beast. 

Astarion entered the tent to find you asleep, surrounded by different books. He laughed at the sight. You reminded him a lot of himself. He changed, cleaning himself only slightly as today had thankfully not been a very battle heavy one. He brought a plate of dinner to the tent for you, some sort of beef stew from what he could tell. 

You rose at the noise of him returning, “Hello.” you smiled at him.

“Hello beastie. Learn lots today?” he asked motioning to the scattered books before handing you the stew. He settled next to you, imbibing in his typical bottle of wine. 

You happily took the bowl from him, forgetting to eat throughout the day. Something you’ll have to make a mental note of - eat, regularly. “Yes! All of it was interesting… some of it was perplexing. I don’t quite understand the feelings one book described.” 

“What feelings?” he asked.

“What does sex feel like?” you asked, trying to understand the book that wouldn’t seem to leave your mind.

Astarion choked on his wine, he coughed a few times trying to regulate himself, “Where did you read about sex?” he asked.

You handed him the book. Of course it was one of Gale’s, he thought with a roll of his eyes. 

“Didn’t the book explain what it felt like?” he asked, trying to avoid the topic.

“It did but…” you sighed before you continued, “I don’t think it was right. I feel like the combining of two people in body would feel… emotional. Not just physical.” 

Astarion’s eyes widened at your explanation, perceptive little thing you were. “It… can be.” he confessed.

“What does it feel like then?” you asked while you continued to eat. 

“With the right person it can be… euphoric.” he said, trying to find the right word. He wasn’t exactly the one to answer questions on how good, healthy sex was supposed to feel. All the sex he could remember was harsh, loathsome. 

You smiled softly, “That sounds lovely.” you said, understanding the science of it all but also the beauty of the emotional aspect. “How do you know if they’re the right person?”

“You just do.” he said as he laid down.

You hummed at his answer. “When do you eat?” you asked.

“Truth be told, I haven’t eaten in a few days. The Underdark is lacking in options.” he sighed. Even the thought of blood was enough to send him reeling. 

“Do you want to eat? I don’t mind.” you smiled at him as you finished the last of your stew before leaning your neck towards him. 

He sat up, “Are you sure?” he said cautiously. 

You nodded eagerly at him, wanting to help. You laid back on the bedroll, beckoning him closer. Astarion kneeled next to you before leaning down. You could feel his cold breaths on your neck, giving you a slight shiver. 

“This might hurt…” he said before kissing your neck and sinking his fangs in. You winced a bit but it wasn’t awful. He had never tasted something so rich. Decadent and sweet. Your crimson poured into his mouth, it rolled over his tongue in waves and he cherished each little molecule of it. His hand held your waist while the other cradled your head. He straddled you to get a better angle at your neck. Your whole body felt warm, particularly between your legs. When Astarion ripped himself away from you he lapped up the rest of the blood that dropped from the puncture holes he left behind. The feeling of his tongue on you was strange but you craved it the longer it went on. He kissed over your neck a few times as an apology for the pain he caused you. It wasn’t pain you felt however, it was something else. Something carnal. You let out an involuntary but needy whine as he kissed over your neck. You both pulled away looking at each other. 

“Sleep?” you asked quietly. You felt embarrassed. Was that the feeling he was describing earlier? Did you want him in the way the book described?

“Yes, of course.” Astarion said with a breathy laugh. He settled next to you, holding you close like the night before. 

Little did you know, as you drifted off to sleep, the fantasies he was playing in his mind of the two of you were positively sinful.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! This has taken me literally all night to write but I am so sleep deprived I'm not shocked. I got called in for another overnight despite having worked 3 in a row with very little sleep - I hate being on call. But I do like this! Your guys' comments/reblogs/likes keep me super motivated so I hope I hear from you all soon! XOXOXOXOXOXO

Can’t

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 883 WC

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Warnings: talking about sex, brief mention of intimacy, embarrassment, inability to orgasm, sweet Astarion, our understanding and loving boy

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Astarion had been between your legs for ages. You felt frustrated your body wouldn’t cooperate with you. The first time you were having sex and your body felt good but that was all. No build up, just good. You felt so disappointed in yourself. Sex had never brought you much pleasure, it was just something that never equated to what you had been told about. The heat. The passion. The carnal, primal need to fuck. You enjoyed sex, but you had never been able to climax from it. It’s why you avoided it so much, you hated disappointing your partner when they weren’t able to get you off. The look on their face was almost always insulted or annoyed. It’s why you had turned Astarion down at the tiefling party. And again in the Underdark. And now here you were, resting after defeating Kethric, ready to go to Baldur’s Gate tomorrow. Astarion had made it well known he liked you. Maybe he even loved you. So you thought you’d try, maybe this time would be different. But as you laid there you began to feel disgusted with yourself and your uncooperative body. You pushed Astarion away from your heat with your foot as you sat up. You pulled a large shirt over yourself, covering everything in a black cloth that swallowed you into a void. You crossed your arms over your chest, putting your defenses up.

Astarion’s face scrunched up, confused. “What… what happened? What’s wrong?” His eyes were worried as they raked over you.

You sniffled before you coughed as you wiped your eyes quickly. “I just… um, can we stop?”

Astarion put his clothes back on, “Of course.” He said. He stayed where he was, not wanting to invade your space.

Your mind was splitting, everything yelling at you to get rid of him and that this was a huge mistake. “This… we never should have done this.” You whispered, mostly to yourself.

Astarion’s face dropped, “I can do other things darling, you merely got a taste of what I can do. If there’s one thing I know for certain it’s that I’m an excellent lover.” He smirked, trying to get you to look at him or smile.

“I…” you said before your voice wobbled, watery and holding back a flood of tears, “can’t.”

“Can’t?” He said with confusion all over him, “Can’t what?”

“I can’t do this… I’m sorry.” You said, gesturing between the two of you.

“Can’t have sex or can’t be with me?” He asked bluntly, fear bubbling up inside of him.

“One in the same, aren’t they?” You scoffed slightly.

“No.” He said with every bit of confidence.

“Of course I want to be with you…” you said, reaching out a hand for him.

He took it immediately, scooting closer to you before he kissed your knuckles. “But you don’t want to have sex?” He asked, looking up into your glassy eyes.

You avoided his gaze, having never disclosed your little issue. “I… I don’t know… maybe?”

“Pet, if it’s not an enthusiastic yes then it’s a no. Plain and simple.” He said.

“It’s not that I don’t want to… I just… I um…” you felt your cheeks heating up by the second. You closed your eyes and took a breath, “I can’t… climax during sex. I’ve never been able to.” You said quietly, “Don’t get me wrong, you were lovely and I am wildly attracted to you, body and soul… but my body… it just… I don’t know.” You hung your head, holding your face in your hands.

Astarion took your hands from your face gently. “My sweet, that’s ok. It doesn’t make me want you any less. This is good information to have. Thought I had lost my touch for a moment.” He said with a smile.

You chuckled, he always knew how to brighten your spirits. Even if only for a moment, he always managed it. “I’m really sorry, I know it’s disappointing and frustrating…” you sighed.

“Don’t do that. Don’t apologize, this is just how your body is. I can still love you. And maybe we can try things out, see what you do and don’t like. Or you can show me how you get yourself off? I’m getting ahead of myself. Bottom line - nothing is wrong with you, don’t be sorry, and know that I still want you more than anything.” He smiled at you, a genuine, toothy grin.

You nodded, caressing his cheek as you pulled him into sweet kisses. “Thank you.”

“Would you like to do something else? Anything you want, the night is young.” He said.

It definitely wasn’t, it was deep into the night but to him I guess one could call it early? “Can we cuddle? And maybe have some tea?” You twiddled your thumbs, not wanting to sound stupid.

“That sounds lovely.” He smiled as he got up and got the tea ready.

You both sipped at your cups while snuggled up together. You blew out all the candles when you were done drinking. Astarion saw your eyelids growing heavy, he felt your heart slowing down. He cast dancing lights, knowing you liked watching the hypnotic lights before sleeping. He massaged your scalp at the base of your neck while muttering phrases of adoration to you.

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Naboo’s Note:

Hey! A quick little one shot for ya. Idk if anyone else struggles with this kinda issue but I def do (TMI? Sorry 😅) so I thought maybe this would be interesting to write given Astarion’s intimacy issues and having a reader with different kinds of issues. Anyways, love yall and will post again soon! XOXOXOXOXOXO

Mirror, Mirror

Astarion X Y/N - drabble - 482 WC

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Warnings: teasing, hurt/comfort, sweet boi astarion, fluff, cute, needy, slightly steamy but nothing graphic, almost reader receiving oral ALMOST

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Astarion couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You were laughing. Not just laughing, giggling like a child actually. He could have swore he saw you go to bed when everyone else turned in for the night but apparently not. He walked across the log quietly to the decrepit little ruin where you all agreed to keep the magic mirror. What he saw almost made his undead heartbeat - you were playing with the magic mirror. Changing aspects of yourself. The color of your hair, the style of your tattoo, even the darkness of your freckles. You giggled so hard your eyes squinted. Astarion had never seen you so happy and it was quite refreshing compared to your natural gloom. He watched silently for as long as he could. After some time a few spiders from the ruin suck their way onto you. Yet you weren’t afraid. As a Lolth sworn drow you found comfort in the creepy crawlies. You let them crawl over your fingers and up your face, nuzzling into them slightly. Seeing you so soft, so compassionate for little creatures it made Astarion’s heartstrings twitch. 

“Darling?” he whispered as softly as possible.

You whipped your head to face his, the spiders crawling into your hair to hide. Your face went stoic, making Astarion from slightly. He slowly walked to you and sat behind you, pulling your back so your back rested against his chest. You complied with caution. 

Astarion lulled your head to the side, kissing your neck softly. His hand that wasn’t holding your head smoothed over the curve of your waist before landing on your thigh where his hand finally rested. The circled he traced into your thigh mixed with the ghosting of his lips over your neck caused you to let out a sigh of relief.

“You can be soft around me, you know…” he said, backing up slightly from your succulent neck.

You sighed out of disappointment at yourself. You wanted to be soft around him but the Underdark made you tough. A few of the spiders crawled out from your hair, using Astarions arms to get back down to the ground. You smiled up at him, loving how unafraid of them he was. He kissed your forehead once before repositioning you so he could snatch up your lips. He kissed you softly yet you could feel passion in his kiss. 

“I’m trying…” you whispered to him, kissing his neck a few times.

He moaned at the contact, “Can I show you something soft, something gentle and kind…” 

You nodded, looking at him with glassy eyes. 

Astarion laid you down slowly before kissing over your chest. You felt your body go limp, a warm honey feeling invading your bones. You watched him through hazy vision as he nipped the skin right above your hip. You slid you pants down, letting him finally attach his mouth to you.

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Naboo's Note:

Hellooooo wrote this while rocking on so many pain medications, So if it doesn't make sense that's why don't blame me I'm just a girl. Surgery went well but fuck is this a painful one. Will try to keep up with the writing. Haven't written for astarion in a hot minute this, happy to return to my husband lol. Love ya'll XOXOXOXXOXOXOXO

He said no pickles!

Another piece from my bud LeiraArt!

Can’t wait to have this signed 😭