Astarion storie

Vanora felt weak as she laid on the ground, a piercing migraine in the back of her eye throbbing to her rapid heartbeat. As she stood up to orient herself, she had a hard time adjusting her eyes to the sunlight above her. The ocean was calming, and she closed her eyes to listen closer to the shushing of the waves, and smell the salt in the air. Regaining her strength, she opened her eyes once more. The land was unfamiliar, rocky shores and lush grasses weren't anything she was used to. Where was she? As she looked around, she noticed a large crash site very close by. She stood up, breathlessly looking over the ship. "You seem far from home." {#1 in ASTARION: 9/18/23} {#1 in BG3: 9/18/23}

"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

(Main writing on Tumblr + answered questions, drabbles, scenarios, headcanons, etc..) As the Absolute sweep over Faerûn on a conquest for more followers to tadpole, you lose both your mother and your simple life. Thrown into a party where violence is the answer and tension brews, they all have their own reasons to keep a poor child safe... Though your companions barely ever agree, you can only guess how that ends for you.

This is exactly what the title says.... I will be writing no Lemons, but there will be Fluff and Angst. //I do not own Baldur's Gate 3 or the Reader// Also guys, if you want to, feel free to check out my etsy shop! https://www.etsy.com/shop/TheWhimsyandWonderCo if you want to go and see what I've got going on over there! Thanks!

An BG3 story featuring you & Astarion and your bond!

If Astarion and Tav met earlier, before the mind flayers, would things have been different? Would Vampirespawn or Bhaalspawn instincts allow an encounter to *not* end in one of the two being murdered? Or would the pair discover their own autonomy through each other? Maybe a third secret option?

A collection of stories I have written over the last few months. Inspired by various books, movies, or shows like The Walking Dead, The Maze Runner, Baldurs' Gate 3, The Secret of Moonacre, and some others. No AI was used in the creation of any of these stories. Frankly, I would rather die than use a machine for that. These stories can contain depictions of violence, swearing, and heavy topics. I will try my best to put warnings, but if I miss any, feel free to message me. ---- Characters depicted in this story are not my own, except for my OCs, depicted as the main character. Situations and places depicted in the story are mainly my own or inspired by the source material. I don't have any rights to the characters taken from the source material; please don't sue me.

When the Companions decide to be the judges for Baldur's Gate's Got Talent, they have no idea what to expect in this funny story.

"I don't want you to ever touch me again." You resisted the urge to physically comfort him, your brain fighting for control of your body. "I don't think I want anyone to." or The group plays spin the bottle which for some unknown reason, Astarion is reluctant join.

Summary: Ashe, after having a bad day feels rubbish but doesn't want Astarion to feel like he needs to do anything for them, used to being the one to comfort him. However, Astarion loves them too much to let them fall apart like this without him helping pick them back up. Sometimes, Ashe just needs to be reminded that it's okay to need comfort from the person that means the most to you, especially when they want to give it. Genre: hurt/comfort, a bit of humour, domestic fluff, modern au Rating: Teen and up (incase any of the warnings may be triggering) relationship(s): Astarion/My [Tiefling] Tav, reference to Shadowheart/Karlach Word count: 3.9K Warning(s): (NOTE WARNINGS MAY BE SPOILERS) swearing, mention of alcohol, mentions of vomit, mentions of food, they sometimes act really soppy and cringe but like in a cute way ig, mention of injury and blood, implications of previous abuse/toxic relationship, implications of toxic parents, briefest mention of death and sex Author notes: this took me too long to write, this is my first fanfiction I've ever shared, there are probably countless mistakes, it's probably really cringe, but I made it with my bare hands and I'm proud of myself so here you go, please enjoy.

Astarion is an adventurer. A rogue. A high elf. A vampire. He has a smooth tongue and eyes like daggers. He can break your heart and your face without a second glance. Phoenix St. James is a femme nonbinary late night phlebotomist at Roger's Memorial Hospital in Nederland, Colorado trying to make ends meet. What happens when Astarion stumbles through a portal, sending himself from Faerûn to modern day America, where magic doesn't exist and vampires are things of fiction, finding himself on Phoenix's front porch in the middle of the night?

one-shot HC of post-game, Elora (female tav) returns to Ascended Astarion's palace over and over again in the disguise of one of his servants, to remind herself that what's lost is lost, and her lover will never return.

Tethys has spent their whole life running. Running from angry or particularly keen-eyed marks. Running from morality. Running from responsibilities. Running from their past. To be a drow is already trouble enough, but a drow who refuses to choose a side in the civil war tearing their people apart? It is a very lonely life to lead. But what if they don't have to be alone? What if there were a fellow thief who knew all too well what it meant to have no home to call your own, to know one must sometimes forsake morals if that is what it takes to survive, to feel more at home in shadows and sin than in the sun or the right, because the dark is all they know? This is A Thieves' Tale, of two thieves who have more in common than either of them would have ever assumed.

Giving him a crooked smile while skilfully ignoring Astarion's glare, Tav used the offending hand to lightly grasp his chin. The touch burned hotter and more fierce than the places where the sun had left its mark upon his skin. Yet it was soft enough that Astarion could retreat from it, if he so wished. Or: Astarion is as pasty as a sheet of paper and definitely needs whatever the dnd version of suncreen is and Tav is happy to take advantage of the situation Note: This is going to be a collection of stories I'll update occasionally. if you have requests with this character combination please voice them, if i like it i'll be more than happy to indulge

A story taking place after the defeat of the elder brain. Reader, Halsin, Astarion, and Gale explore the connection shared while on the road to find a cure for their tadpoles. The heat of battle and quiet of camp brewed many emotions in the four companions but love and intimacy was rarely shared under the turmoil of their conditions. They quickly discover that it's near impossible to ignore the feelings and urges that were once begrudgingly suppressed. note: I have not been accustomed to writing for quite a while but I figured why not give it a shot while I come to terms that I don't really live in the bg3/dnd universe love, new beginnings, polyamory, smut, nsfw ENJOY :):)

Also on Tumblr! Any character is cool to be requested.

She had beaten her urge. She was free of her father. So why didn't it feel... good? Astarion and Durge have a conversation post-Orin.

They say a cat's eyes pierce through the veils of life-seeing everything that life has to offer. For you, dear reader, this may be the case. When a cat prances into your life, you have nothing to do but to nurture the poor thing... ...but as things go, you soon realize that your feline friend may have dark secrets to keep. Could this small creature tear you away from your life with Gale-your lifelong wizard friend? Or could this bundle of fur share secrets of life and death itself?

im the first to make this book scenario surprisingly characters are Gale Karlach Wyll Halson Lae'zel Shadowheart Astarion

Baldur's Gate 3 Oneshots! Includes Tav, Companions, and NPCS. Will only do NSFW unless requested, along with the necessary content warnings.