Astarionxoc Stories

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.

(OC Dark Urge x Astarion) Before she was Caine, she was many things. A child marked by blood. A disciple of moonlight. A weapon forged for gods and kings. Then came a knife. Now the past is gone, leaving only a name and an ache she cannot explain. As forgotten memories claw their way back to the surface, Caine finds herself caught between the call of murder and the desperate hope that she can become something more than what she was created to be. But some ghosts wear familiar faces. And some monsters once told her they loved her.

IDK what I'm doing but let me have fun!

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.

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.

Got bored and decided to write about everyone's favorite homicidal egotistical love interest.

We were born with tragedy in our blood.         f!oc x astarion BALDUR'S GATE 3 ENGLISH

A little wood elf that was disowned by her family when she didn't want to follow in their foot steps, of the way of warlocks. She was bound to marry one of wealthiest men of Baldur's Gate, Lorroakan. But, Selena Alcina, refused when she learn that he step mother was using that last thing she had of her father as a dowery. Selena stole it and ran. She wasn't gonna give up that Nightsongs amulet to the narcissistic wizard of the tower. But she didn't want to sell her soul to evil for her powers to grow. Ran as she did. But with no money to her name and having to start a new. Selena had ran to the lower city of Baldur's Gate, hoping that she might find something to get by until she was able to leave the city for good. But it was only a few days before her body was ready to fall over and die, she stumbled around in the late night looking for any left over scraps. She bump into a raven haired high elf. As he turned the man gave her a sharp smile and offered his hand to help her. little did she know that smile hid fangs behind it. ⚠️⚠️⚠️ I will warn you now there is trigger warnings. ⚠️Mind control ⚠️Kidnapping ⚠️Rape ⚠️Gore / Torture ⚠️Mental / Physical abuse ⚠️Betrayal

"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.*

Trapped. For two centuries, Astarion has been trapped. In a circumstance. Under the thumb of a master. Trapped between what he wants and what he has been commanded. But even when he finds himself infected with a mindflayer tadpole and dropped in a grove over a hundred miles from his captor, free from the debilitating effects of his curse, he still feels trapped. After running across a strange druid outside of Emerald Grove, he wonders if, maybe- just maybe- he can find a path to real freedom. Jalva left behind her roots as a druid long ago. An ex-soldier, a wanderer of Faerun, she returns to Baldur's Gate to find her way back into an upper-class social circle, hoping to find something to fill her monotonous days. But when she is abruptly captured and implanted with an Illithid tadpole, she finds all the excitement she wants and more, including in the form of a familiar face.

Astarion knows what it means to be trapped. To be used, controlled, shaped into something meant to serve. Two centuries of slavery have taught him that survival is all that matters. So when he finds someone powerful enough to help him kill his master, it should be simple. Use her. Win. Be free. But she isn't simple. She doesn't demand his loyalty, his debt, or his suffering. She stands beside him anyway. And that defies everything he's ever learned. As the mind flayer's corruption spreads and Cazador's shadow stretches across the miles, the walls he's spent lifetimes building start to crack. Because safety is not the same as freedom, and survival is not the same as living. And for the first time in two hundred years he wonders--what if he could want something more? **** Based on the video game Baldur's Gate 3. The only character I own is my OC, Mara.