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@themadlu / themadlu.tumblr.com

Trying something new, what could go wrong?
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Very meagre for now, adding new content on a (somewhat) regular basis.

In all BG3 stories, Tav is my OC Zélie .

BG3 (Astarion x Zélie)

LONG FIC

IN-GAME ONE-SHOTS

POST-GAME ONE-SHOTS

Gift (NSFW, TW, post-game) | AO3 link

A Simple Thing – Pt. 1 (NSFW, spoilers for Astarion's quest), A Simple Thing – Pt. 2 | AO3 link

A Star's Purpose (SFW, mostly?) | AO3 link

HEADCANONS

REQUESTS

I'm Here (Astarion x Zélie)

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WIP whatever

Tagged by @brabblesblog and @nyx-knox (thanks!)

Oh look, it's another Act 1 flashback. NSFW, so under a cut:

Thank you for tagging me!

So, I have two fics at work. One will be ready tomorrow and the other is going to probably be on hold for some time because I want to describe some earlier event, following straight Tiriel's death.

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Thanks for the tag!

Looking forward to reading mortal Astarion handling all the changes :)

Tagging @amywritesthings (though you just published a new chapter so this may be premature).

This little exchange will (probably) happen in Dutiful As Death, a few chapters from now. Astarion pulls off his best performance trying to ensure Zélie's loyalty, but it backfires.

But she keeps thinking, rooted in place, still fully clothed. Astarion shifts his weight to contain his uneasiness. Will she revel in his sweet cries too? Zélie doesn't seem to relish violence—how dull—but why else does she let him stay after all their disagreements— "Why?" Astarion's face wrinkles in confusion before he remembers his performance. "Why? Darling, do I need to spell it out? I'm proposing—" Zélie lifts her chin up to finally look at him. "Why do you limit yourself to this?" You greedy wretch, he thinks, hiding his trembling fingers behind his back. "This what, darling?" he singsongs, playing coy. "Wrapping your tongue around nothingness." Astarion freezes. What? Zélie continues unperturbed, "You are so much more than that." She searches his features for something she doesn't find. Astarion knows because she exhales like she always does in disapproval. Astarion's fear doesn't leave him—it never does—but morphs into one of rejection. Nothing is ever good enough for you, is it?
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Dutiful As Death

Prelude

Astarion x OC

Astarion knows people. He knows them better than he ever wished to, their vileness and viciousness the jailers of his eternal prison. So, when something even crueller than his captors frees him of his shackles, he knows he'll do anything, cut down anyone, not to be restrained once again. Including the unnerving little human playing judge and jury who seems set on guiding him to a second death.

The story follows my oc, human "monk" Zélie, Astarion and the rest of their allies as they fight for their lives and Faerun, and as they're torn between what is fair and what is right.

First long-form story I have ever written, so apologies if it's a mess! Thank you @spacebarbarianweird for all the encouragement and help!

Tagging @amywritesthings in case you're interested.

TW: past rape/non-con, descriptions of abuse, panic attacks, some gore here and there, horror elements.

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Generations

Synopsis: Astarion just watches his baby daughter sleeping. That's all. And three centuries later Alethaine does the same with her own little elf.

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

Tags: fluff, dadstaron, dhampirs, snippet into the future, no hurt, no angst

Alethaine's age (1st part) - 7-months-old

Alethaine's age (2nd part) - 302-years-old

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Yes for papa Astarion and mama Alethaine checking on their respective offsprings from the ceiling.

True vampiric parenting there.

Who needs a babysitter?

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Dutiful As Death

Prelude

Astarion x OC

Astarion knows people. He knows them better than he ever wished to, their vileness and viciousness the jailers of his eternal prison. So, when something even crueller than his captors frees him of his shackles, he knows he'll do anything, cut down anyone, not to be restrained once again. Including the unnerving little human playing judge and jury who seems set on guiding him to a second death.

The story follows my oc, human "monk" Zélie, Astarion and the rest of their allies as they fight for their lives and Faerun, and as they're torn between what is fair and what is right.

First long-form story I have ever written, so apologies if it's a mess! Thank you @spacebarbarianweird for all the encouragement and help!

Tagging @amywritesthings in case you're interested.

TW: past rape/non-con, descriptions of abuse, panic attacks, some gore here and there, horror elements.

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Punishment

Synopsis: Domestic hurt\comfort becomes domestic smut because Tiriel should have listened to her vampire and not risk her life.

Tags: hurt\comfort, smut, dom!Astarion, very long prelude to the smut, a lot of butt slapping + also some complications of having an active sex life when you have a child Based on this amazing art by @mutualcombat

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

Read on AO3

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Hot.

And understandable.

All in all, everyone ends up happy!

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I love the troupe of finding Astarions parents. Can I ask for a request of Tiriel and Alethaine running into an elven woman at a market who looks suspiciously similar to Astarion please? If not that’s totally cool!

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Past Grief

Synopsis: There were years when Sylenn Ancunin was happy, but ever since her only son died her life as been all mysery and sorrows. And now she meets a young elf who reminds her of what she lost.

Tags: hurt\comfort, dadstarion, astarion's mother

The fic is set a few months prior The Dhampirs of the Sword Coast

Alethaine's age - 24-years-old

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading! Thank you for being the fastest reader in the wild west!

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There were years when Sylenn Ancunin was a warrior.

She was a fighter, one of the many protectors of Evereska. 

There were years when she was a scholar, diving deep into the secrets of elven history.

There were years when she was a mother and a wife – but those decades disappeared into oblivion, a true curse of elven existence.

It’s all gone.

Her first child –  a girl –  died when orcs ambushed one of the elven towns. Sylenn was still young and the very idea she could overlive her own children sounded unreal. They were elves, not humans! Their children didn’t die unless mortal danger came for them.

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well. Now I'm sad. Very sad. I want to shake them both and make them realise who they are, ahhhh

Excellent read as always 💙 now I go back to crying.

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Just a nightmare - bg3 comic, Astarion

Another comic I've been working on for quite a while and finally finished. I wanted to draw somewhting about Astarions nightmares and wanted to add some sleep paralysis. I hope you enjoyed!

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Writing a fic when you're uninspired:

*writes half a sentence* *checks tumblr; no updates* *checks discord; all servers; no updates* *goes back to doc* *re-reads last three sentences* *removes last half sentence written* Hmm I want some tea ... *makes tea* *checks tumblr again; one new post* *checks discord; all servers; no updates* *checks four latest opened tabs* *remembers an old fandom you haven't thought of in years; goes to AO3 to see if there are any good fics for it* *opens three new fic tabs* *remembers that you're supposed to be writing* *writes a sentence* I'm kinda hungry ... *checks cupboards and fridge for snacks* *remembers that it's ten pm and you shouldn't snack at this hour* *remembers that you made tea; it is now cold* *drinks cold tea* *re-reads last three sentences* *checks tumblr; no updates* *checks discord; all servers; no updates* *in desperation, checks twitter; it is a cesspool of evil so you check tumblr again; one update* *reblog* Hmm, I have too many tabs open ... *opens a random tab; it is a 70K fic with 1K worth of tags that you last visited three months ago* *reads fic* Four hours later: ... I should go to bed. *closes doc* Total words written: 44

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My music never matches up w my aesthetic LMFAO

Thank you luv! I've made baby Alethaine, Astarion's dhampir daughter! No pressure! @themadlu @marcynomercy @spacesquidlings @not-so-lost-after-all

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Thank you for the tag @spacebarbarianweird

Alethaine is cute and threatening as always, love her!

Here's Zélie who just received a cute (?) gift from Yenna and has no idea how to react.

No pressure tags: @amywritesthings, @mangomonk

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Mortal Astarion X F! Human Tav. Ummm, angst.👀

For decades, this manor offered him a place to call home in the truest sense. 

The hallway was a sacred gallery, adorned with paintings that were not mere canvases, but tangible echoes of their life together. Each brushstroke, lovingly rendered by her hand, captured the essence of cherished memories.

Whenever he opened the door at the end of the hallway, he was greeted by the radiant smile of his beloved, and the hearth beckoned him to surrender to its comforting embrace. Yet, it was the vast window next to it that held the greatest significance. The tender caress of sunlight danced across his skin as he lost himself in the pages of a book beside her. It was here, bathed in the golden rays, that he could truly revel in the miracle she had bestowed upon him – the cure to his vampiric curse, a gift of life, a reminder of the depths of her love and the power it held to transcend even the most insurmountable of boundaries.

Here at home, he had found everything his heart desired.

But nothing is ever truly perfect. Life simply doesn't work that way.  Even the mightiest of fortresses cannot withstand the relentless march of time.

He thought he was ready for it, but not like this.

Never like this.

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The poem cited is "When You Are Old" BY W.B. Yeats. One of my favorites.❤️

Alright, thanks for reading the second installment of my "this did not really happen to my couple". After delving into the mortality of my Tav, Amaara, I found myself confronting a fear more profound than death itself – the fear of morbidity, of life's vibrancy fading before its inevitable end. So I decided to yank my CP around this theme. Self-indulgence at its finest.😊

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Instinct

Synopsis: Astarion and Tiriel have a very busy night after a battle and have to deal with unexpected consequences.

Tags: smut, breeding, hurt/comfort, some emotional angst It's not exactly a breeding fic since neither Astarion nor Tiriel planned to have a child, but the shameless smut ended with unplanned pregnancy. And now they have to deal with what comes next. Bonus: you will learn why Astarion calls Alethaine 'princess'

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

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Hot hot hot (and realistic reactions from both of them!)

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