Baldurs Stories

El miedo habia sido algo que había marcado su vida. Miedo a morir, miedo a cazador, miedo a lo que el mismo causó... miedo a ser querido. Los últimos años habian sido divertidos, aventuras, tesoros, exploración. Todo junto a ella, esa mujer que a su lado caminaba siempre. Esa mujer que no temblaba ante su naturaleza vampirica. Aquella que se permitia bromear sobre sus mas primitivos instintos incluso cuando el mismo se daba miedo.

A Baldur's Gate 3 RolePlay, bring your quirky characters along for the journey of a lifetime! Will they succumb to the strange worm in their brain? Find love that will last a lifetime? Or will your character just happen to stumble into a meetcute in a modern au? It's your choice, in your hands.

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

Astarion is falling in love, but he doesn't know what to do with those feelings after centuries of torture at Cazador's hands. He tells himself this cannot be, and yet... every day he falls just a bit harder. Note: This fic is from the POV of Astarion.

Greetings, travelers! I am Faelith of Faerûn, a weaver of tales from the far reaches of the Sword Coast. Here, in this humble space, I turn your visions into vibrant stories. Share with me your character's race, class, and a touch of their essence, and I will craft a short tale that brings them to life in ways you never imagined. Whether you're a noble paladin, a cunning rogue, or a powerful wizard, let me take your imagination and turn it into a tale worthy of the realms of Baldur's Gate. So, tell me your story, and I shall write it in the stars 💫

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?

An epic tale of the romantical adventures between DogDay and CatNap as they venture throughout the lands, meeting characters such as Goku, Astarion, Shadowheart, Karlach, and the blonde guy that you meet at the start of skyrim, and so many more! (COVER IS NOT MY ART) (ALSO THE HEAD ON THE LEFT IS HUCKLEBERRY)

Atlas, a Bhaal spawn who has no memory of who he is or was. Astarion, vampire spawn who yearns for freedom and revenge on his master. Atlas was haunted by these dark urges that begged him to kill, ruthlessly and mercilessly. Desprately trying to resist his urges, and figure out what happened to him. Astarion started to feel something strange for the cold half-elf, but what was it? Was it his own feelings or just feelings he would get confused with from so many \years of luring people to his master?

A thief, a scoundrel, and a Tabaxi Bastard. Kraspyn Ostogar, been called many things over the years in Baldur's Gate. And, not that he bragged about it (much), he'd like to think he lives up to most of them. But when just another job leaves him bleeding and missing a few memories, maybe some things were meant to be stolen...

Héria realised she didn't have many moments of peace while travelling through Faerun, seeking a cure to get rid of her tadpole. Nonetheless, she decided to enjoy every spark of light the adventure presented to her. [Collection of One Shot with my Tav and her companions. Before reading, please make sure you have checked the CW at the beginning of each chapter. There will be some NSFW. Everything belongs to Larian Studio]

(English is not my first language. Sorry.) HAPPY MAGISTRATE ASTARION WEEK! #MagstarionWeek Here I will be posting my humble drabbles. 5 days of drabbles where we travel with mortal Astarion, spawn Astarion and Ascended Astarion in his life as a magistrate. One situation, three perspectives. Enjoy! Event organised by: @magstarion (Available on FF and AO3 with same user and title)

Astarion and reader find the matching rings- True Love's Embrace and True Love's Caress while in the Shadow Cursed Lands. This is a short moment that happens days after Astarion opens up to you, and you choose to stay with him even without the physical aspect. You are terrified of the Shadowlands and Astarion hates to see you lose your cheerful demeanor, so he finds a solution to your fear.

Lucy Steele-Faith has given her wife, Nora, a large, well-worn tome, filled with adventure and regret. Her diary. The seven-year journey of a young tiefling woman from savage cult assassin to a dedicated and powerful wife, mother, scholar, and warrior. Based on the backstory of one of my favorite Dungeons and Dragons characters, in the Forgotten Realms setting. If you wish to meet Lucy and company and join the ongoing adventure, join the Baldur's Gate Discord server, a wonderful community of roleplayers and D&D lovers: https://discord.gg/rQfsDeSYmF This is created mainly for rp purposes, and is being written largely out of order. But I hope you enjoy anyhow.

When pushed to the edge of insanity, when staring into the abyss, it is unthinkable to find hope or destiny. Yet, one young man may have found a deeper understanding through his suffering.

(OC Dark Urge x Astarion) Sorvessa remembers nothing but glimpses of moonlight and blood. Confused, tired, and infected with a brain worm she really has no choice, but to follow and work with the other surrounding survivors. All seem to have mysteries of their own. Including the pretty elf man who keeps staring at Sorvessa like he knows something she doesn't.

The pinpricks of light from the surface of Faerûn trickle down into the depths, and call upon a survivor: a woman raised in the dark, trained to be a killer. She will not allow herself to remain enwebbed by the Spider Queen, to play by her rules and still fail to earn her favor. Cinder will endure as she always has, but first she must escape Menzoberranzan.

A small collection of letters I've written ♡ each letter takes place after the events in the game!