Gay BG3 One-Shots

Purity

Astarion × Male reader

(Based on The Last Unicorn. With this in mind, Tav is a type of being that is said to only appear for "pure/innocent" men and save them. Not a unicorn, though. I don't know if such beings exist in DnD lore, so it's something I made up called an Attuves. Might make this into a full fic, Idk...)
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Astarion's eyes were wide. It couldn't be. After all these years, it surely couldn't be...

But it was.

An Attuves really stood before him, dressed in (silver/gold) armor. Anger gripped his chest like hot iron.

"Where have you been..."

The Attuves tilted his head, (long/short) locks following the gentle movement.

"Damn you! Where have you been?!"

The vampire took a few steps forward with his gaze locked onto the confused Attuves. Gale moved into his way, an irritated expression on his face.

"You don't talk like that! Don't you know how to behave?"

Astarion shoved him aside and walked right up to the Attuves, tears starting to brim his eyes.

"Where have you been?!"

The Attuves looked (up/down) and into lovely crimson eyes with sympathy. It was said that an Attuves could taste pain and anguish.

It was how they located their quarry.

"I am here now."

A dry, hollow laugh left the vampire's flat lips.

"And what good is it to me that you're here now? Where were you twenty years ago? Ten years ago?!"

Soft (e/c) pools watched Astarion unravel and burst into tears.

"Where were you when I was new, when I was one of those innocent young men you always come to?!"

That lovely, pale face was twisted with such intense pain.

"How dare you... how dare you come to me now, when I am this?!"

(Large/small) arms opened wide and enveloped Astarion, pressing him flush against a strangely warm armor-clad chest. The vampire's breath caught in his throat, body trembling as he felt safe for the first time in his immortal life.

He couldn't contain his anguished sobs for any longer.

"I wish you had never come..."

The Attuves rubbed his back comfortingly, other hand raising to thread through white curls.

"Why did you come now?"

The Attuves made no reply.

"He is the last. (Y/n) (L/n), the last Attuves in the world."

Gale's tone was soft, melancholic, and mournful. Astarion went silent for but a moment.

"He would be..."

The vampire sniffled, burrowing further into the Attuves' offered warmth.

"It would be the last Attuves in the world to come to Astarion Acunin."

(Y/n) continued to comfort him. It was what he was designed to do...

Gale merely watched with a somber expression on his face. He knew better than anyone that an Attuves would serve all men in need, "pure" or not...

Until they were snatched away.

Their kindness was their downfall. Bleeding hearts often bleed out, doused like the flame of a candle... and this was the outcome.

How unfair it was, now that Gale could say that he'd personally met someone who was meant to have an Attuves at his side.