Gay BG3 One-Shots

Righteousness

Ascended Astarion × Male Paladin reader

(Art by me. I gave up halfway through... I'm just no good at poses/hands. Side profiles are the only thing I'm any good at. Very sorry for your eyes. I made Astarion look so stupid...)
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(Y/n) had a choice to make... possibly the most difficult of his life. The morals and implications felt jumbled; wrong.

How was he supposed to choose when the options before him all felt like some different flavor of evil?!

"Well? Are you going to help me or not?"

Astarion was waiting patiently, looming over Cazador like an angry God.

The love of (Y/n)'s life needed his help.

Surely... surely helping his lover could be considered the morally correct option... right?

A Paladin is meant to destroy the undead, right...?

Then why didn't you destroy him.

(Y/n) pushed that ugly thought away, focusing on helping Astarion instead. He watched as his love became the Vampire Ascendent.

As soon as it was finished, the (race) knew he'd made a mistake. He felt it in his chest, that overwhelming emptiness of an oath broken.

A knight loomed over (Y/n), firmly telling him to meet at his camp.

His stomach churned with dread as the knight vanished. Astarion looked... surprised.

"You broke your oath... for me?"

I didn't mean to.

He kept those bile-filled words to himself and tried to smile for his love. Astarion took him by the hand.

(Y/n)'s world was crumbling around him, and Astarion was the only thing keeping him grounded...

He was almost angry at how unaware the pale elf seemed to be of his fragile mental state.

He'd cross that bridge later.
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(Y/n) stood at Astarion's side, face completely devoid of emotion while his beloved led their court.

He had stayed with the other, and they were still very much in love... at least, as far as (Y/n) could tell. His mind had been a little fuzzy ever since he broke his oath and was remade into an oathbreaker.

Maybe that was why he had let Astarion turn him.

The (race) firmly placed his life into Astarion's hands that day. Some things changed, and some did not.

While Astarion was very much the king of this castle, (Y/n) found himself playing the part of a general. Not much different from who he used to be...

He didn't really like reflecting on the past anymore. What good would any of it be in the face of eternity? The man he'd been was gone, dead and cold with the oath he had abandoned.

(Y/n)'s vile skills were good for one thing alone now...

Leading Astarion's undead army to victory.