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Claire made a choice and now she must live with it, even if it means losing the person she loves...or submitting to him completely. How far is she willing to go for someone who no longer remembers himself? For a life that is not ideal, but that can be better than the life in which you are currently sinking?

"I thought you might like it," I spoke so softly I worried the wind had carried my words away, but Astarion faced me, one eyebrow quirked in curiosity. My gaze flickered over to him, then swiftly away. "You do like it, don't you?" "Yes, I do." There was a warmth there, in his voice. Not the melted chocolate, sun-warmed honey kind he could turn on and off at will, but something fonder. Clearer. Like the tinkling babbling of a stream and the rustling of leaves. "Good, then." An Astarion fic that begins the night he tries to feed from you. First person female reader. (Cross-posted on ao3) Cover Art By: DAISY XIE

Human Tav, now an old man, doesn't have much time left in the mortal realm, but he'll spend the rest of it with his romantic partners, Halsin and Astarion who both happen to have ridiculously long lifespans and haven't aged a day. That doesn't stop them from loving and adoring their beloved oldie despite the confused looks they get on the street. To be fair, they are both considerably older than Tav, so really, they are the old men not him lmao If you're expecting to take this story seriously, uh DON'T.

When Halsin returns to the Grove, everyone gives him hugs, as they are very excited for him to be back. Zevlor gives Halsin some fake iced tea to drink and has Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Karlach, Grant, Shadowheart, Lae'zel, and Tyriel all rub his back when he sits down for dinner in the Grove, where Zevlor makes pot roast for dinner in this funny story.

When everyone is at an SCA Event, Zevlor and Aradin arrive to be in the SCA, and they can't stop arguing in this hilarious story.

Small fanfic stories about "Baldur's Gate 3", written during the first playthrough to calm down my own emotions. Gen, philosophy, politics, a little romance without eroticism. The game is not finished yet, so it will be continued. Wyll fans should not read this! Tav is not an angel! There is a slash. The rest is at your own risk

"Would you like to experience flight, Astarion?" Halsin asked suddenly. Astarion was snapped back to the present, surprised face meeting Halsin's kind eyes. The giant of an elf was standing now, shoulders squared with Astarion's. "It's not possible." Astarion said at last. "I didn't ask if it was possible. I asked if you would like to experience it." Halsin stood before him, determined to pull an honest answer from the vampire's lips. Astarion looked at the ground. If he'd been capable of it, embarrassment would've turned his pale face red by now. "Yes. I would." he whispered at last.

You (tav) have known Astarion for years prior to the events of BG3 and luck (good or bad) should have it that you are reunited. This will be a pansexual chaos fic with silliness and smut. Tav is a bard at heart but much of her story stems from her warlock ties I want to frame each chapter with at least a few songs, the knowledge of which is all from her patrons.

A year since the reunion party, Celeste has helped Halsin in Thaniel's realm. Halsin has a big surprise for his beloved. However, shadow druids have made their return, Celeste and Halsin will need to call on former allies to save their world

"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.

Halsin comforts Astarion after he kills Cazador

"Look at us, just a pair of spry adventurers hoping to make it out of their unfortunate position in one piece." "Alone?" "Koemi, you know damn well that's not in the cards for me." - Gale of Waterdeep, the go it alone wizard adventurer seeking answers to the weave and the magic it possesses. A little hung up and occasionally hungover on the past. Koemi of Avernus, a devote follower of Selunè, Goddess of Light. Raised in the hells with no shortage of hope Koemi seeks to find the answers to her past as well as the fate of her missing little brother Mirkon. The pair find themselves with a pack of adventures fighting monsters and creatures of the past. - CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR BG3 DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT COMPLETED THE GAME. - **MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY** - All Rights Reserved//I own all rights and do not give permission for reposting I do not own the rights to any BG3 characters but do own full rights to the writing.

A story following the sorceress Ashera who travels with people who would become like her family and her love for a certain Arch Druid Halsin

When Halsin has not returned to the Grove from the Goblin Camp, Zevlor gives everyone Halsin's car to watch until he returns. However, what they do with it is a different matter in this hilarious story.

The sister of Orin the Red and daughter of Bhaal has found herself at the edge of Emerald Grove amongst the ruins of a Mindflayer ship. With severe memory loss, can she navigate who she was and will her newfound pleasure for life change who she was due to become? And what impact will this arrogant elf runaway have on her future? Astarion x Dark Urge

CC and Zaylin, two normal High school graduates were sucked into the realm of Baldur's Gate. now having to learn the way of magic, the lore, how to survive, and how to get home. If they do that is. Baldur's Gate 3 characters belong to Larian Studios. CC and Zaylin are my characters. Art isn't mine.

I joined the Baldur's Gate 3 fandom pretty late, but I am really enjoying the game and have favored the little vampire. Here is a bunch of oneshots, or little stories. I do take requests, just shot me a message. Credits to the artist, it is not my art.

Baldur's Gate 3 fanfiction Some side stories that I headcanon, some rewrites from the game itself to fit my characters. A/N: May I just say they made Gale hotter on full release and I don't even know how.

When a split party of good versus evil arrives at Ketheric Thorms's house for his feast, everyone is at each other's throats in this hilarious story, when those that weren't dead have been watching, and those that were dead are now at the mercy of good and evil.