Astarionbg3 Stories

Want romance? comment. Oc x Astarion

700 years ago, Calythea convinced Astarion not to ascend. Now, Astarion faces a heartbreaking consequence of that choice.

Just how long can you keep up this game before you have to let down your walls? Or Tav loves a good sexual innuendo but is all bark and no bite, what happens when Astarion tries to bite? Inspired by the cover art: https://pin.it/1nIFsaZLI On pinterest

One shot where Astarion walks in on you hugging a pillow, pretending it's him. - #1 baldursgate3: 7/11/23 #1 astarionxreader: 27/11/23

You and Astarion fool around on Halloween.

You spend a summer's afternoon lazing with Astarion.

"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.

Astarion should have known this day would happen as the door shuts, but this time... How could have been so stupid? He thought Tav would be different. Memories or made-up conversations he dreamt about whisper in his ears. False promises.

One shot where Tav constantly overthinks, especially when it comes to their asexuality which doesn't help when Astarion is well... Astarion.

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

Astarion POV where Tav tells Astarion that she has found true love. His jealousy takes over and really puts his words into practice as he thinks about all the late-night trysts in desperate, needy, dirty thoughts.

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.

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.