He falls first. He falls hardest. An Astarion x Reader story.

What happens if the Cleric Aasimar daughter of Lathander meets a Vampire standing around in broad daylight? Chaos, manipulation and eventually something more is what happens. This is a collection of scenes that (head-canonically) happen off-screen during the events of BG3. I have no desire to write down every single thing or fight that happens in game, if you want to know, play it yourself. I highly recommend ;) Now with that said: there will be spoilers. D'uh. --- Dezi cannot believe her eyes as she's walking around the beach looking for survivors of the Nautiloid crash. There he stands, very clearly a vampire by everything she's been taught yet he doesn't instantly make a jump at her for her blood, instead he pretends he's just some regular elf. Intrigued Dezi decides to keep him around. If anything he could be an interesting test subject for her curiosity.

"I thought you might like it," I spoke so softly I worried the wind had carried my words away, but Astarion faced me, one eyebrow quirked in curiosity. My gaze flickered over to him, then swiftly away. "You do like it, don't you?" "Yes, I do." There was a warmth there, in his voice. Not the melted chocolate, sun-warmed honey kind he could turn on and off at will, but something fonder. Clearer. Like the tinkling babbling of a stream and the rustling of leaves. "Good, then." An Astarion fic that begins the night he tries to feed from you. First person female reader. (Cross-posted on ao3) Cover Art By: DAISY XIE

I watch Tav as she strides through camp, her fiery red hair flowing around her shoulders, sunlight glistening off her golden breastplate. She is strong, determined, and brave. The whole camp love her, the men tripping over themselves to be close to her, ready to follow her into battle at a moments notice. She is beautiful, the epitome of grace.... What a bitch I shake my head, ashamed at my petty thoughts. Jealousy has always been a weakness of mine. But I cannot help but compare myself to Tav, everything I am not. Surely there was a mistake? Why would the Dream Visitor help me? A 36 year old mother, her adventuring days behind her? I'm just a regular person, a nobody? What benefit could I possibly bring to this group of incredible heroes? There has definitely been a big mistake.

In this novel, follow our main character Chloe as she settles in to play Baldur's Gate 3 after work for a few hours. When her party stumbles upon Astarion, something is different about him than the other characters she's met in the game. Can he sense her there, a few feet away from the screen? Can he see her chew her lip as she deliberates on which dialogue option to choose? Did he just...look over at her? ⭐️{#1 in bg3 11/14/23 + 06/17/24} ⭐️ {#1 in astarion 11/18/23 + 06/17/24} ⭐️{#1 in rpggame 11/23/23 + 07/31/24} ⭐️{#1 in fourthwall 12/26/23} ⭐️{#1 in baldursgate 12/24/23 + 04/17/2025} ⭐️{#1 in baldursgate3 08/09/24} ⭐️{#1 in morallygrey 08/13/24} ***I do not own any of the characters from Baldur's Gate 3, this is a work of fan fiction*** *ONLY INTENDED FOR ADULT CONSUMPTION, MDNI, smut ahead captain

Time slips through my fingers. And I wonder. How much of me has been lost? How much of me has been found? But I am no optimist. So I wait. Dreading the day when I no longer recognise myself. Or worse, When others no longer recognise me. Will my life stop suddenly? Like a pendulum interrupted mid swing? Or slowly, like an old clock winding down. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick. Tock. Astarion x my high elf rogue Tav, Nyx Astarion x my wood elf paladin Tav, Sera Maybe some others, we'll see. Astarion and any other bg3 npc's belong to Larian Studios, thus I do not own them.

"HER?!?! She was away from the blast radius! I WAS RIGHT THERE!" Astarion whined, coughing and brushing away weave. "You're lucky I had bone man bring you back. That was artifact money." "Artifact money? I was dead!" Astarion argued. "Correction, technically, you're already dead, like all of us will be if we don't feed the damn wizard infused artifacts!" I argued. "Why are you talking about me like I'm a pet needing fed? I'm standing two feet away from you." Gale deadpanned. *disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! The only things I own are my characters and personal artwork I add to the story headers. Everything else is all owned by Larian.*

Find a way to walk in the sun again. An ancient relic of Lathander, God of the Dawn, offers a glimmer of hope, but at a terrible cost that leaves him blind. Through trials, Astarion finds himself on an unexpected path of redemption. Forced into a unique situation, he must learn the value of insight and trust in others. On this darkened road, he and Tavriel rediscover the power of their love, facing challenges both familiar and new.