Astarionromance Stories

She sees Cazador, beaten and broken on the ground. "...I know." The words finally break free from her tightening throat. Her eyebrows furrow just enough as she meets his eyes again, her jaw sets. "That's why I can't, Astarion." "...What?" The dagger held in his palm glistens as it turns. With a tilt of his head, he searches her eyes for any give but he knows her answer is... final. Done. He can't talk her into this, and that more than anything proves to be the first and final nail in the coffin. "Astarion, I need you to understand exactly what it is you're asking me to do. To understand why I'm saying no-" "No." His expression contorts just slightly, grip tightening around the dagger, nostrils flaring in a way she's seen many times - but never once directed towards her. "I understand completely." Elkyra can sense the line he just drew, a valley with it's connecting bridge reduced to glittering embers. The one she so carefully built, gone beneath her feet. ______________________________________________ This is an exploration of a headcanon idea I had, born from a bad dice roll.

Years after the fall of the Absolute, Arabella returns to Baldur's Gate-not as the frightened tiefling child she once was, but as a gifted sorceress chasing whispers of a relic lost to time. A ring said to let vampires walk beneath the sun. Astarion, the once-feared vampire spawn who helped save her life, hasn't changed-or so she thought. He's still sharp-tongued, impossible to read, and more distant than ever. But when Arabella asks for his help, their reunion sparks something neither of them can name. Not yet. As signs of a splinter cult rise in the shadows of the city, old allies return-Tav, Gale, Shadowheart, Lae'zel, and more-drawn back into a fight they thought was over. But while the world braces for another storm, Arabella and Astarion are forced to face a truth even more terrifying than gods or monsters: Some bonds were never meant to fade. And some love stories take a lifetime to begin.

Astarion is known as being the witty, super suave, yet mysterious vampire we all hate to love. Though he has been around for a few centuries, Astarion was once a young and charismatic noble, known for his charm and wit. He lived a privileged life in the city, where he spent his life with his high-powered position as a magistrate. By his side stood the one person who loved him no matter what and held his humanity. His wife.

Baldur's Gate 3 fanfiction/Non-Druge/SPOILERS AHEAD . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Majin Buu was among the handful of people captured and infected with an illithid parasite from Baldur's Gate. As a monk, she was free of vices and worked tirelessly at the Open Hand Temple to provided for her last remaining family member. She felt like an alien among her own comrades from the Nautiloid crash, slowly traversing their stories and challenges as she struggled to find her place among them. Majin sought comfort in Astarion as he manipulated her kindness for his own gain, but as they adventured together for a cure for the parasite that plauged them, he fell for her unending patience and willingness to decipher the poem carved into his back by his master. These short scenes are the in between moments of the game or the epilogue.

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?

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.