ENORMOUS fucking dump of bg3 drawings i've done over the past month or so. featuring:
also markazador szarrkiplier is in there too. as a jumpscare for you <3
A study of early game Lora and Astarion, and the absolute mess that was. Developing mostly-good bard Tav/Astarion, with so much arguing. 1.6k.
Lora has always found small, petty bastards boring. They've just got so little imagination. Their excuses are all the same, it's just a matter of scale. Even if they pretend to be misguidedly noble, the self-interest slips through eventually. Evil in stories is grand, elegant, tragic. It has really good tailoring. Evil in real life? It's banal, grey or mud-soaked, and seems to take place in offices half the time, for some reason. Good, that cheap, trite thing in too many stories? In reality, it's a sudden sparkling surprise every time it happens; Baldur's Gate is not a place known for being gentle. People are more beautiful when they do a good thing. The sky is brighter, the grass just a little bit greener.
Astarion is small, in the sense of both generosity of spirit and actual stature - it's not her fault that she's six foot two and that he gets so irritated when she sees something over the top of his head. He's incredibly petty. (“Oh, I'm sure she's just a delight at parties,” he says of the druid guard who's stopped them at least twice, thinking they might be refugees. “Refugee? Me? Have they seen this thread? Have I a pair of horns and an air of pathetic desperation? Just because I didn't know that dirt-encrusted branches were apparently ‘in’ this week...” Finger-quotes and everything. Lora might have snorted at that, and he might have caught her. He raises an eyebrow in response, but with the tiniest pleased tilt to his mouth.)
And he's definitely a bastard. He's happy to leave the tieflings to die. He's happy to leave anyone to, it seems. She has to take a deep breath at that, but imagines the pressing time constraints of soon turning into a mindflayer; no wonder he wants to get straight to healers and the creche. Good intentions won't mean much if you turn into a squid mid-fight and end up killing or kidnapping all the refugees anyway. She tries hard to bear that in mind while he sighs melodramatically, as if helping people is an inconvenience that might lead to his breaking a nail, and she glares at him. He delights in a holy relic being stolen - but with something like genuine approval of the tiefling child's bravery, somewhere under all that. And he's not wrong that all this self-righteousness about not interfering in nature is a bit rich when you're very intentionally turning people out to the mercy of raiders. But that's all he's right about.
A small, petty bastard. All that's true, and real. So why does she keep talking to him? Why isn't she bored? Angry, pretty often, and amused, sometimes, but not bored.
Summary: Tav (reader) has ADHD/is bad at setting boundaries when it comes to their party members. Astarion comforts them.
Word count: 3.5k
A/N: Semi-canon compliant, takes place after the tiefling party and literally right before entering Act 2. I barely proofread it so sorry in advance. I was feeling particularly upset at myself today and so this is what I wrote up.
Was amusing myself with Monster Hunter!Tav meeting the Monster Hunter Gur. He doesn't recognize you but after his opening greeting, he notices that you aren't responding to anything he's saying. You're glaring him down just as intensely as Astarion is. He was there. There was no mistaking it. You recognize him as the one who took the first shot. Astarion side glances at you and has to double-take when he sees the murderous look on your face and is immediately intrigued. Your eyes dart from the man's face to the crossbow slung over his shoulder then back.
"You. Shot. Me."
"Excuse me?"
"You. SHOT. ME. And burned me! I nearly died!"
It takes a moment for the Gur to realize who you are and a look of "Oh shit" falls across his face.
"You're... in the daylight... that means you're not a vampire spawn! Our informant must have been mistaken."
"MISTAKEN?! I'm a monster hunter, you idiot! You killed my own informant and tried to kill me when I tried to clear the air!"
"... To be fair, you were with Vampire Lord Bartholomew..."
"Of course I was! HE was my informant! And because of you, I have to piece together what he was trying to tell me about another vampire who's plotting something obscene! I was paying back a favor by listening to him because he saved my life previously!"
The hunter stumbles over his words, uttering an apology before clearing his throat.
"Well then, if it's something bad enough to make a powerful monster like Bartholomew seek the aid of a hunter, then maybe we could pool our resources and help each other. I am seeking the vampire Astarion as we speak and I could use any guidance I can get. You seem to be the type he'd go after-"
You feel your eye twitch and rage well in your chest, making the man put his hands up when he realizes how bad that sounded considering Astarion hunted "easy" prey. It took both Gale and Wyll to hold you back from descending upon the man for the beating of his life. All the while, Astarion is to the side, looking absolutely amused by the events unfolding.
"Now, now, I didn't mean it like that! I meant- Well, never mind that. I apologize, I didn't mean any offense by it. Regardless, I hope you'll allow me to accompany you to discuss the vampire situation. I insist-"
"Oh, you are out of your mind if you think I'm going to let some feck-shite, incompetent, gutless-!"
A hand of one of your companions is pressed over your mouth once they realize you are about to use Vicious Mockery, something you picked up for the hell of it in your travels regardless of your class, and Gale steps into view, his palms up in defense.
"Easy, I'll handle this."
"We're just going to go over here to calm down... Please, continue," Wyll grinned nervously back at the hunter and tried to lure you away before the hunter clears his throat.
"Ah... don't go too far, now."
Wyll blinks and the two of you pause.
"Huh? Why?"
"I... hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there is a hefty bounty on your friend's head, dead or alive. Preferably dead according to this," the hunter reaches into his satchel and produced a letter. "I have to insist that they stay in my sight at all times. Regardless if I am unable to find Astarion, we will head for Baldur's Gate and clear up the misunderstanding that they are a vampire spawn. I assure you I am the best option for this situation. Anyone else may outright kill them."
Seeing the paper, you break away from Wyll's hold and snatch it from the Gur's hand to read it. In neat handwriting, it was true. A hefty sum of fifty thousand gold was placed on your head. It wasn't signed by anyone but stamped with a strange symbol at the bottom.
"What the hells is this!? Who is this from!?" you demand, shooting a daggered glare toward the man. Astarion had sauntered up beside you, looking inquisitive at first. His eyes widen at the symbol, immediately recognizing it and wondering why the Gur didn't.
"Tav, calm down!" Gale turns to face you, blocking your view of the hunter as he and Wyll try to talk through this new revelation, Wyll approves of the plan of going with the Gur while Gale is more cautious about it.
You clutch your head, a wave of sickness falling over you as you try to process everything that has happened so far. Gale and Wyll converse quietly back and forth without asking you what you thought before an agonizing scream echoed around you with a sickening wet noise. Something heavy hitting the ground makes the three of you look up to see the Gur, dead on the ground with a dagger through his eye. The Pale Elf stood over him, his back to you all.
"Wyll, are you trying to get them killed? You, of all people, should know how that will play out. They will flay our sweet Tav alive without a second thought."
Astarion retrieves the dagger and wipes it off using the Gur's clothes before straightening up and turning to you with a solemn, yet irritated expression.
"You, my dear friend, have somehow drawn the ire of Cazador Szarr, something no one to this date has survived."
pairing: astarion/tav wordcount: 4184 content warnings: mentions of injuries, no in-depth descriptions, minor spoilers for astarion's act ii romance other tags: canon-typical violence, canon complaint, hurt/comfort, whump, developing relationship, love confessions, gender neutral tav, elf!tav archiveofourown: here. sentence prompt: "you're like a sickness, a disease, and the only way for me to be cured of you is to let you completely consume me until my body has no fight left." — from here. summary: defeating the orthon is no small task. the hardest part is what comes after.
‘No!’ he shouts, and it’s so loud it echoes on the edges of your mind. ‘You can’t die.’
I’m not dying, you think but the words never leave your lips. In the depths of your consciousness, you can faintly remember the battle with the Orthon. Karlach had killed the displacer beast, hadn’t she? Shadowheart had blinded the Merregon… You remember violent flashes of light and the shaking of the Gauntlet. Trying to remember takes too much energy, and thinking about opening your eyes makes your stomach roll.
‘Get up, damn you!’ Astarion snaps harshly.
I’d actually sell my soul for more immovable gortash versus unstoppable astarion, like write a book now I’m begging you
After the chance meeting at the soirée, a shaky alliance is formed between the two men. Although, ‘alliance’ is a strong word for it. It’s a union of necessity- both men crave you, and both would do unspeakable things to have you. You don’t really have a say in the matter.
Currently, Gortash is getting a much better deal. He adores having two powerful heroes under his thumb. You are a valuable resource, and he has complete control over who gets access to it. The vampire is forced to grovel for his leftovers, and Gortash is more than pleased with the whole arrangement.
mmm yes i am definitely totally normal about this
SUMMARY: After disobeying Astarion's request, you find yourself in an interesting position.
PAIRING: Astarion & Female Reader
WORD COUNT: 2,501
WARNINGS: 18+ sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, shameless knife kink, blood drinking, finger sucking, fingering, orgasm denial, begging, basically just the most depraved thing my mind could think of apparently. Also big ascended Astarion vibes??? But not actually because I cannot ascend him, sorry.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, I guess I'll see y'all in hell for this one. Also in case you've missed it, this is definitely NOT apart of the Lover's Folly universe.
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All at once you feel a cold blade and a hot hand, both of them targeting your throat with quickened calculation. Slightly lower than the blade, the hand shifts tightly against your skin, prompting a low groan of surprise to push through your lips, causing the voice behind you to speak.
“What do you think you're doing here?”
Lightly it flutters against your ear. Sounding like a mixture of whiskey and honey, it piques an interest within your mind that almost immediately forces you to do a double take, attempting to look at Astarion’s face, wondering if that usual scowl of his is on full display.
“Just came to say hi.”
He quietly snorts before moving his torso against your back, pulling you closer. “Hi.”
Swallowing hard, you force your teeth to hit your bottom lip, suppressing the urge to groan again when he pushes the blade closer.
“What no hi back?”
Hello! If possible, may I please request a Astarion x Reader story? Could I ask for maybe a little bit of angst where when the group are heading to Baulders Gate to confront Cazador and Astarion keeps having nightmares about losing Tav/reader to Cazador and just needs comfort that they are still safe and he is precious and needs protecting and hugs. All the hugs. Sorry, sucker for protective and worried loves. Please and thank you!
i'm such a sucker for protective!characters and hurt/comfort is my jam, so this prompt was right up my alley! hope you enjoy!
claws at my ribcage (astarion x gender neutral!reader, baldur's gate 3)
“Drink, boy.” Cazador’s voice crawls down the length of Astarion’s spine, deceptively soft. His hand is an iron bar around Astarion’s throat, nails digging into vulnerable skin, and bereft of any other choice, Astarion swallows another mouthful of blood.
You whimper against him, the sound rending him in two, but with your arms bound there is little you can do but resign yourself to your fate.
“That’s it,” Cazador urges, voice slick with satisfaction. His hand tightens around Astarion’s throat. “Drink, spawn. Drink deep.”
Hello! So hopefully this isn't too similar to stuff you've done previously if it is feel free to skip, but may I perchance request a wee drabble of soft astarion caring for a particularly vulnerable tav after he takes maybe a bit too much blood. Like, tav is all pale and cold, tremble-y and dazed- maybe a wee bit delirious or confused, ya know blood loss things. (Someone needs to be making sure Tav is getting some juice or something after all the blood they're giving to astarion and losing in battle) thank you!!! I love your work! You're doing a great service for the astarion lovers <3
Astarion x GN! Tav
A poor bloodless Tav is just a bit out of it.
Tags: Gn! Tav/reader, OOC Astarion, confessions, hand feeding, 850+ words, short and sweet
Read below or on AO3
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“Astarion.” Shadowheart approached him, waking him from his daytime nap, her lips pressed together and a glare already prepared before she even reached his tent. “Have you noticed something wrong with Tav?”
“Hm?” Astarion blinked up at her, his arms resting behind his back and not bothering to move as she stared down at him. “No, why?”
Shadowheart rolled her eyes and tilted her head to the side, gesturing for Astarion to look in that direction. Astarion sighed and sat up in his bedroll, glancing to where Tav stood.
They held a single kiwi in front of their face, their eyes narrowed as they stared at the fuzzy fruit.
Astarion blinked as he watched them. “Shadowheart, for just how long have they been standing there like that?”
She shrugged. “I’m not sure. Long enough for me to notice?”
“By the Hells,” Astarion cursed and stood up, jogging past Shadowheart and making his way to Tav.
They didn’t even notice him approach, their staring competition with the kiwi still on going.
“Tav,” Astarion gently grabbed their shoulder, earning a gasp from Tav and the thud of the kiwi as it fell to the ground.
“Shit,” they said with a frown. “I was going to eat that.”
“I didn’t mean to startle you—“
“Do you wanna share it?”
Astarion looked down to where the kiwi laid at Tav’s feet, it landed directly into a muddy puddle. “I’m not sure you should still eat that, darling.”
“Damn,” Tav replied and sighed. They turned to walk away, bumping into Astarion’s shoulder and nearly falling to the ground.
Astarion reached out quickly and caught them, holding Tav in his arms, surprised by how little strength they had. They trembled in his arms, their skin a few shades lighter than it normally was—
“Tav, did you eat anything after I fed from you last night—?”
“Yes! Actually… No… I’m not sure?”
Astarion clicked his tongue at Tav, letting out a quick sigh before scooping them up and into his arms completely. They both said nothing as Astarion carried them to his tent, the human opting to snuggle their head into his chest as he carried them.
He carefully lowered them into the makeshift bed, Tav smiling up at Astarion and attempting to pull him down and into the bed with them.
“Ah, ah, ah, not quite yet, my dear. We need to get you a little snack.”
“I’m your little snack.”
“Yes, you are. My cute little snack.” Astarion chuckled as he left the tent in search of some food. It was rare that Tav would forget to eat something after one of their feedings, the human insisting on being awake for it these days as they claimed they enjoyed the intimacy. Not that Astarion disliked that, in fact it made his bite much more enjoyable knowing that Tav was there and happy to share their blood with him. Amongst other things…
Soon Astarion returned with clean fruit in hand, cut strawberries and a few blueberries prepared and resting in a bowl for his companion to enjoy. “Here,” he said and held a strawberry to Tav’s lips. “Eat this.”
“I wanted a kiwi.”
Astarion smiled and ran his free hand through Tav’s hair before pausing and carefully easing their head up and into his lap. “I’ll make sure to get you more kiwis later. For now, please eat.”
Tav pouted, but allowed Astarion to feed them the berry.
“My apologies, Tav. I must have taken more blood from you than usual. I didn’t notice how you were feeling.”
“Don’t be. Maybe I just like when you hand feed me.”
Astarion rolled his eyes and pressed a blueberry against their lips next. “Then I will gladly feed you fruit every day. It’s the least I could do.”
“I love you.”
Astarion froze, a slice of strawberry halfway in Tav’s mouth as they gazed up at him with tired eyes. “Tav—“
They pushed the berry to the side of their mouth with their tongue, only struggling slightly as they quickly chewed it and swallowed it down. “I know you’re not there yet, that you might not ever be there, and I know I probably look like shit right now—“
“Never—“
“But I love you, and I’m always willing to feel faint for a little bit if it means making you happy.”
“Tav,” Astarion placed the bowl to the side. “What would ever make you think that I don’t love you?”
Tav’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Do you have any idea how much I adore you?” Astarion laughed. “I don’t need your blood. Of course.. I do rather enjoy it, but I don’t need it.”
“But—“
“Could you honestly see me hand feeding fruit to Lae’zel because she gave me a little blood?”
Tav snorted. “No.”
“Of course not, my dear. Only you.” Astarion lowered himself, kissing Tav softly, briefly swiping his tongue over their berry flavored lips before pulling back with a smile.
“So… does this mean we’re dating?”
“I would certainly hope so. What other vampire spawn is going to feed you strawberries? You won’t find another like me.”
SUMMARY: For the first time in a long time, you and Astarion find yourself experiencing a sense of normalcy through the chaos.
PAIRING: Astarion & Female Reader
WORD COUNT: 3,346
WARNINGS: Sexual tension (there always is with these two, whoops), a bit of bloodsucking, mentions of past abuse, angst if you squint.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry this took so long! I'm back from vacay at work and died for four days straight but now we're back! Sort of!
Updates from now on might not be as frequent but I'm going to try and post weekly; maybe on Saturdays?
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“Don’t you dare.”
At this point, you’ve been lying there for what feels like hours, locked inside his arms —unable to bring yourself to move thanks to the comfort you feel surrounding your frame. A comfort you haven’t felt in a long time as you listen to the raspy way his voice tickles your neck, prompting you to sigh and give in, knowing that resistance is futile.
“They’re going to kill us, you know.”
Shifting awkwardly to face him, you try not to smile when he peaks one eye open, quickly closing it when he catches your own. “I’d like to see them try considering I’m already dead.”
“Yes, well I’m not.”
He huffs, clutching you further into his chest. “And that’s my problem?”
PLS YOU NEED TO WRITE MORE FICS ABOUT ASTARION the one you did was so good and cute ☹️☹️ i love it
pairing : astarion x (fem) reader
summary : a long week of hard work leaves your party tired and injured. you offer to clean astarions and to your surprise, he accepts.
warnings : talk about blood.
a/n : thank you anon :0 i STILL have not played baldurs gate (so i apologize again for my lack of knowledge).
It had been an incredibly long week.
It started by someone in the party pointing out that you had no more money left. So you had to spend your days doing odd jobs for people in the nearby town.
However, a few of them had failed to mention the fact that their job requests could end up harming you in more ways than one. An easy job, like gathering fruit for an old lady who can’t venture out that far anymore, suddenly turned into fighting a hag in the woods for trespassing on her property.
The compensation received was hardly enough for the injuries you and your party would gather on your bodies throughout the day.
As powerful as your group was, being caught off guard by some giant creature in the woods left you at a disadvantage. And when calmly mentioned to the people of the village, suggesting that their pay be higher for sending you to do such strenuous tasks so they wouldn’t be attacked themselves, they threw their arms up to you.
If you still want Astarion requests, I’d love to see something with a Tav who’s really nervous to let Astarion bite? 🥺
Pairing: Astarion x Reader [Baldur's Gate 3]
Summary: In spite of your nerves, you invite Astarion back for a bite; admiring the trust you've put in him, he promises to be gentle (Act 1 spoilers).
A/N I wrote this in under an hour as I wanted to play around with some requests! Let me know if you'd like to see more of these off-the-cuff oneshots! (Also, slight mention of blood in this one).
"You can feed on me tonight... if you'd like."
The words sprung from your mouth. They lingered in the air, each syllable punctuating over and over—ringing out through your shared connection.
You felt a cringe.
Where in the seven hells did that come from? Was one near-death encounter not enough?
Before you could attempt to splutter out any sort of explanation, you were met with Astarion's laugh. "How very generous, my dear! I was starting to wonder when you'd invite me back for a bite."
pairing: astarion x gn!tav / reader
warnings: spoilers for early romance w astarion, fluff, kind of follows canon dialogue, reader pining hard, reader is an artist this has been done with this exact scenario surely, astarion calls reader “darling”, “my sweet”, also “dove” which isn’t canon, reader and astarion aren’t really together but i mean. yeah they are. not proof read!!!!!
word count: 1.1k
you had been drawing astarion for much longer than you’d care to admit. though the dates scribbled on the bottom of each page betrayed you, exposing that you had drawn astarion close to every day for a month.
it started off innocently, you drew all of your party members when you had first met them. you were stressed and overwhelmed with your situation at hand, the tadpole snugly sat behind your eye squirming to remind you of your devastating truth: you’d soon become a mindflayer if you couldn’t find a cure. on nights you couldn’t sleep or mornings you’d woken up early, you found yourself drawing. it had always been a way you’d let off your steam, now was no exception.
i love non-sexual intimacy and astarion having no bloody idea how to handle it, so of course i couldn't resist writing 3000+ words about it. enjoy!
let the pulses run (astarion x gender neutral!reader, baldur's gate 3)
Astarion waits for it. Expects it.
A beseeching glance, a teasing smile, a flirtatious remark. Hells, even an outright proposition - he can’t quite imagine you pulling it off, but at least it would be something familiar.
And yet - nothing.
Well, he amends as you settle beside him before the campfire, perhaps not nothing.
“How is it?” you ask, a solemn slope to your brow as you take in the wound on his arm. A lucky shot from a rather unlucky goblin, who’d received your rapier to the gut for his troubles.
“Oh, this?” He raises his arm, nonchalant. The wound had stopped bleeding, but it wasn’t a pretty sight. “Barely a scratch, darling.”
Your brows furrow. Liar, they say.
pairing : astarion x (fem) reader
summary : astarion has found a soft spot for a girl who is much too kind for her own good, too trusting, in such a gruesome world.
warnings : astarion bites.
a/n : i haven't played baldurs gate (so i apologize for my lack of knowledge) but astarion is consuming my brain.
“Do you honestly feel safe sleeping with him sitting this close by?”
“He’s done nothing but help us this whole time, why would I not?”
“Because he’s a vampire?” Shadowhearts face is blank, speaking as though her words shouldn’t need to be spoken, an obvious thought. She stares into you, awaiting a proper answerings, and she almost scoffs when she doesn’t get what she wants. In return you roll your eyes, continue to ready yourself to sleep.
When you feel that you're ready to go to bed, Shadowhearts voice is unheard. She is already situated inside of her bedroll, which she had set up farther away from the fire than you liked, in a way of protecting herself from a seemingly harmless Astarion. In all fairness, you have probably been too trusting in the man. But how could you not?
pairing : astarion x (fem) reader
summary : astarion has found a soft spot for a girl who is much too kind for her own good, too trusting, in such a gruesome world.
warnings : astarion bites.
a/n : i haven't played baldurs gate (so i apologize for my lack of knowledge) but astarion is consuming my brain.
“Do you honestly feel safe sleeping with him sitting this close by?”
“He’s done nothing but help us this whole time, why would I not?”
“Because he’s a vampire?” Shadowhearts face is blank, speaking as though her words shouldn’t need to be spoken, an obvious thought. She stares into you, awaiting a proper answerings, and she almost scoffs when she doesn’t get what she wants. In return you roll your eyes, continue to ready yourself to sleep.
When you feel that you're ready to go to bed, Shadowhearts voice is unheard. She is already situated inside of her bedroll, which she had set up farther away from the fire than you liked, in a way of protecting herself from a seemingly harmless Astarion. In all fairness, you have probably been too trusting in the man. But how could you not?
SUMMARY: When your past begins to blend into your present, you find yourself longing for Astarion's comfort.
PAIRING: Astarion & Female Reader
WORD COUNT: 3,648
WARNINGS: ANGST, hurt/comfort, body horror elements, descriptions of torture involving a knife, panic attack, sort of made up Illithid lore??? (I promise there's comfort in the end, I'm sorry!)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Day 5 literally doesn't have a prompt because this idea got terribly out of hand so let's just ignore that and enjoy the angst, shall we?
(Also again, a lot of people's tags weren't working so next time if you haven't fixed it I will be taking you off the list because taglists are a bitch!)
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The nightmares start a few days later.
At first, they’re subtle. Wisps of darkness cloud your thoughts, leaving no memory behind. Silently it lingers, creeping through your skull in waves that inevitably crash against the shore, ripping you awake —leaving you breathless each time you’re left gasping for air in your dishevelled bedroll. When it happens, it always makes you jolt up to look around, trying to find the cause of your plague. The reason why you’re suddenly so wary to lay your head each night.
When you reach the Underdark they only get worse.
What were once forgotten memories become recurring torments. Endless onslaughts of clawed hands that scratch at your flesh, pulling back skin in massive chunks that pluck excitedly at your insides.
Thanks to the powers of the Illithid you feel every movement. Every poke and prod slips through you like a knife, cutting you down piece by piece until you’re nothing but a shell. An empty carcass of bone that’ll inevitably be harvested for a purpose far greater than yourself.
Or so she says. As you lie there, writhing in pain, blinking to shield the teeth that bear witness to your torture, you hear her whisper cool and quiet, telling you of your death. Of your fated downfall, and then of your—
You always wake up before she finishes.
