Gay BG3 One-Shots

Nowhere King

Astarion × Male Durge reader

(Songfic)
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Hush now, hide, all you little ones

(Y/n)'s eyes darted around the clearing, his hands trembling as he tried to pinpoint where the singing was coming from. Astarion stood behind him, dagger at the ready.

They were in this together.

Rush now, into the middle of nowhere
Singing and laughter will die

The urge within him reared its ugly head, (Y/n)'s blood boiling with the need to maim. Darkness surrounded him, clinging to his body like chains, before pulling him further in.

Astarion reached for him, but tiny figures of shadow blocked his path...

They were the monsters singing.

Dreamless sleep
Follows the Nowhere King

The shadows bore no faces, but Astarion could hear the smile in their voices. He glanced worriedly at (Y/n) as the (race) was practically consumed by the shadows trapping him.

When his kingdom comes
Darkness is nigh

(Y/n) began to claw at his binds, thrashing when even more came to chain him down. The demon inside continued to chant words of glorious murder, begging for the (race) to just give in.

Meanwhile, Astarion was desperately trying to find a path around the shadows. When he moved, they moved with him. It was an impenetrable wall of darkness... he couldn't reach his darling.

Quiet, crawl through the in-between Silent, secretive feeling of fearsome Hatred that reaches the skies

Disoriented, (Y/n) felt his grip on reality slipping. His goals, his ambitions... they all were being consumed by the urge within.

He couldn't help but wonder if there would be anything left of him should the urge stake its claim...

Would he be abandoning Astarion? Would all of this be for nought?
Would... would he destroy everyone he had come to care for?

Those were his final thoughts as the urge took hold.

Astarion watched in confused silence as the orb of darkness dissipated. (Y/n) was alone and unbound, yet his eyes looked so... unfamiliar.

The shadows separated, leaving a clear path for the vampire to approach the (race).

"Are you ok? What happened?"

The (taller/shorter) didn't say so much as a word. They stared at one another as those damn shadows began to close in.

You will bring
Joy to the Nowhere King
When he sees the light
Leaving your eyes

Astarion's heart dropped. (Y/n)... all at once, he looked positively rabid.

A (small/large) hand reached out as if to strangle the vampire... and then it retracted, a spark of familiarity flickering into those lovely (e/c) eyes.

He was still fighting.

"N-no... won't..."

He retreated a step, and Astarion followed him.

"I c-can't..."

The (race) was clawing at himself, threatening to rip his own flesh with each step.

"It's alright. Whatever this is, it won't win. You can beat it."

But the battle was already over.

"I-I... I won't let it hurt you. Never."

With emotion practically oozing out of his chest, (Y/n) pushed Astarion away and ran into the forest.

The vampire had no hope of ever catching up... not when the other was so determined to keep him away.

He watched in shocked anguish as (Y/n) left him behind. The pale elf could only pray that he'd return come dawn...