Astarionancunin Stories

A young elf wakes in a horrifying dreamworld where the only way to escape is by sating the bloodlust of a peculiar vampire bat. ***** Kara Silverthorne thought she had finally escaped her past. But a fateful meeting with a creature of blood reawakens the sins she's fought so hard to bury. Forced to obey the vampire's rules, Kara must navigate through the nightmare world he's drawn her into lest she never wake again. A finger, a wrist, the neck, the heart: time is ticking and the hunt never felt so bittersweet.

Kieran loves Astarion. Astarion loves Kieran, too. But is love the cure to scars that just don't seem to heal?

OATH noun 1. a solemn promise, often invoking a divine witness, regarding one's future action or behavior. THE BLACKEST NIGHT PROPHECY "A face of metal and flesh shall speak of the secrets of the 52. Fear will rise. Willpower will gather. And a wave of light will unleash the truth behind the power of the ring."

"I would say good luck out there, but honestly? I hope you die screaming." Astarion's life takes a dark turn following his encounter with Cazador, as his lover Tav refuses to help him ascend. Left to face the aftermath of his choices, Astarion seeks understanding in his new reality. In his search for answers, he meets a seer named G'axir, who offers him glimpses into three different paths his life could take: his future as an Ascended Vampire, his future alone, and a future next to Tav. Now, Astarion must decide which path to follow before it's too late.

Image is a photo I took and edited years ago. The Absolute is gone. The city rebuilds. Astarion made a promise beneath the moon- to love Tav for the rest of her days. He did not expect those days to include children. - I guess I wasn't done with this story just yet. This takes place after my other work, The Pale Elf. You don't necessarily have to read it before this, but some things might make more sense if you do. My ex husband hated Taylor Swift, and I've been getting back into her lately. This was inspired by her song, Wildest Dreams. Specifically these lyrics: Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your wildest dreams

Before the parasite. Before the blood. Before the night. In the silk districts of Baldur's Gate, a magistrate who notices everything stops for the first time in his life - not for power, not for politics, but for a girl in a mended blue dress studying a gown she will never buy. This is absolutely a story about who Astarion was when he still stood in the sun, freely - and the life that made losing it a tragedy.

Image is concept art I did for chapter 8. Slow burn romance. Sensitive topics mentioned inside. Reader discretion is advised. If this story had a theme song, it would be more than one. Give by Sleep Token, Sweet Tangerine by The Hush Sound, and TIMEZONE by Måneskin. Tav is a sharp-witted bard with a tongue as quick as her blade. Astarion is a dangerous vampire spawn rogue, bound by shadows and scars of the past. When their paths intertwine, sparks fly. Will something beautiful bloom between them, or will it be plucked before it ever has the chance to grow? - "You are more than what he wanted you to be," I murmur quietly. Astarion's gaze cuts to mine, sharp at first and then softening around the edges. "I'm a monster," he whispers with a shake of his head. "I've lured countless people to their deaths. Innocents." "That's not who you are anymore," I insist. I give his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "You can take back the narrative. Only you get to say who you are."