#fallinfaerun

[ghostfire]

I would very much like these two huge nerds to kiss about it.

[aevallare]

INTIMACY - 1/1

the first installment in 'a new law of tooth and claw,' a dracula's brides AU

“You belong to one another. But you all bear my name. You’re mine to protect, mine to provide for...” Astarion pulls Auri backward until her back meets his chest. “Mine to pleasure.”

a prompt fill for @thekindredcollective's fall event <3

[again-please]

midnight call

Pairing: Ascended Astarion/Female Tav

Chapters: 1/3

Rating: Explicit

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“Miss Nomani, was it?” he asked, peering at her down the length of his nose. “Neve Nomani?”

He knew her name? “I—yes, sir,” Neve stammered. “I mean—yes, my lord.”

His lip curled upward again at her obvious nerves. “And do you know who I am, Miss Nomani?”

Should she know him? Did he have the same feeling when he looked at her?

She was beginning to feel rather ill caught in that slitted gaze of his. Half of her was desperate to be out of the room, and yet the other half was transfixed. Not by his beauty—not only by his beauty—but with an inexplicable kind of sinking feeling. It went beyond simple fear; there was a sadness to it, as well. Like the sight of him was wrong, somehow. The longer she stared at him, the more it felt like someone had reached inside her chest to squeeze her heart in an icy grip.

And she couldn’t look away. __

Summoned to make a delivery to the Crimson Palace by a mysterious note, a Neve who never left Baldur’s Gate finds herself haunted in the aftermath of her meeting with the inexplicably familiar Lord Ancunín.

A Mercurial World AU.

[shewhowas39]

rating: Explicit pairing: Astarion x June/Female OC fic summary: It's 3 years after the Netherbrain's defeat, and Gale has invited everyone to his tower in Waterdeep to celebrate Liars' Night. Everyone's in costume! Astarion dresses as a professor in hopes of wooing his wizard girlfriend, but June's princess costume is doing something to him, too. (Sexy costume roleplay in hte library!) content warnings: costume roleplay, pretend student/teacher, light dom/sub, switchy sex, orgasm denial, oral sex, vaginal fingering, piv sex, very light restraint play

A/N: this is my response to a prompt for @thekindredcollective's Fall in Faerun event! it's also the fic i promised to celebrate my fic Juniper & Starlight reaching 200 kudos. and oh my god i had so much fun with it, guys! please enjoy!

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PREVIEW

The vampire can barely speak now. His eyes are closed. His head rolls from one side to the other against the bookshelves. Most of what he murmurs is nonsense, mixed with the occasional “yes” and “good” and even a single “please.”

But then, just when June knows he’s nearing the peak of his climax, he makes a crucial mistake. He forgets the game. 

“Oh…Oh, June…”

June comes off of him with a soft pop and drops her hands away from his sensitive skin with a suddenness that makes Astarion sob in frustration. 

“W-Why?” he whines as June pushes to her feet and takes a step back from him. 

“I think you forget your place, Professor,” she says. 

Astarion’s glasses are askew as he stares at her, clearly confused for a moment. But June sees the moment when understanding hits him. Their eyes meet for a moment of silent agreement, a quiet check in to make sure both parties are willing to continue this little scene. A thrill of excitement shoots through June when Astarion nods his consent. 

“You may be my tutor, but I’m still a princess,” she says, holding her head high in her best attempt at pretending to be haughty. She thinks the effect is probably somewhat lessons by the fact that Astarion has already messed up her hair and knocked her crown sideways on her head while she was sucking his cock. “You gotta address me as such.”

“I…I”m sorry,” Astarion says, adjusting his glasses. He still seems to be struggling to speak, and June is, of course, a little smug about that.

“Try that again,” she says, tapping her foot impatiently. 

He swallows. “I’m sorry, your grace.” 

[mrs-theirin]

I speak into your Weave my doubts and fears, and hope the magics I’ve held were pleasing to your eye while my faith was unwavering. A devoted cleric of Mystra reevaluates her faith after speaking with the Mother’s fallen-from-grace Chosen, Gale Dekarios.

Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to devote myself to the Mother of Magic.

I have read what becomes of the world when she is not in it: death and decay, madness and disarray—a world without magic, without Mystra, is truly no world at all. Sorcerers, wizards, and clerics alike all suffered greatly when Shar and Cyric stole her from us. I have seen this type of damage firsthand. The Church has hosted many-a-spellcaster driven insane by failed magic. Mystra has encouraged hundreds to explore the limits of the Weave, and I have counted myself among those numbers for years. 

Still, I wonder.

Gale speaks highly of her. Of her beauty, her grace, her love. How she enveloped him in her arms and gave him purpose. He speaks of conquest, of a mortal worthy enough of her mind and her bosom. He speaks of failure, of his fall from grace. He wanted nothing more than to prove himself worthy of her, and for that, he was awarded an otherworldly hunger that threatens to rend him to nothing. 

Forgive me.

It is simply unfair.

[dwarfsized]

ephemera

ephemera, tav/astarion, E, 1/5.

Its unbecoming of a dead thing to mourn.

[amoremagnificentbastard]

A prompt filled for @thekindredcollective's Fall in Faerûn event, as well as a humble gift for @kittenintheden.

[busy-baker]

Things That Go Bump In The Night

Summary: Tav, Gale, Astarion, Jen(Shadowheart), and Karlach skip out on class for a fun night in the woods. Little do they know, they aren’t the only ones lurking around.

[goodgirlgonebard]

Shiver: a two-part “dealbreaker” short story for Fall in Faerûn

F Tav x Astarion, part one is fluff part two is 🌶️

Prompt: A character of your choice gives their jacket/coat/cloak to their love interest to keep them warm. @thekindredcollective 🧡

Willow has always liked the changing of the seasons, better than the heat of summer or the cold of deep winter. Change has sort of always been the theme of her life, after all, and the falling of leaves in autumn that will give way to new growth in the spring has always spoken especially well to her. This time in her life that she is spending carrying a tadpole in her brain is really no different in that regard.

I have never written for a prompt before so I am honestly super nervous that I did not fulfill it enough or something (I don’t know!) but anyway!! I am very happy with how this little short story has turned out, and I hope you enjoy it. It was so much fun to write Willow & Astarion pre-ascension. They have always been absolute freaks for each other, and I will share more of that in part two! 😝

[kittenintheden]

hey did u guys know you can submit any prompt you want to the Fall in Faerûn event and any writer on AO3 can claim them? they should just be autumnal/Halloween themed :)

[aevallare]

ALTERATIONS

fall means many things.

written for @thekindredcollective's FALL IN FAERÛN prompt event :)

[again-please]

Pairing: Ascended Astarion/Female Tav

Chapters: 2/3

Rating: Explicit (for realsies this time)

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Summoned to make a delivery to the Crimson Palace by a mysterious note, a Neve who never left Baldur’s Gate finds herself haunted in the aftermath of her meeting with the inexplicably familiar Lord Ancunín.

A Mercurial World AU.

[mrs-theirin]

Six months after the Netherbrain fell and your party went their separate ways, you reacquaint yourself with a now unfamiliar lover. Cold and divine. Not your Gale Dekarios, but the God of Ambition.

He’ll be there.

At least, that’s what you repeat to yourself over and over as you stare at the portal, Withers’s magic patiently waiting for you to make up your mind. 

Regardless of his presence, it’ll be a chance to see your friends, to wrap Wyll up in a tight hug, to hear Karlach’s roaring laughter again, to check in on Shadowheart after all this time. Astarion was in a rough spot last time you saw him, sprinting off into the distance to avoid the bite of the sun. It’ll be nice to know whether or not he made it out okay.

You take a breath. It doesn’t matter if he’s there. You need to be there.

You step through the portal.

[shewhowas39]

wip wednesday - "Liars' Night" chapter 2

thank you @clazberryk for the tag!

it's taken me longer than planned, but i am now working on the spicy second half of my switchy costume roleplay smutfic, Liars' Night!

to catch you up: June and Astarion are in Gale's library, dressed as a professor and a princess...

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June loves it when Astarion manhandles her. She loves the push and pull of his hands, posing her body exactly as he wants it. She loves the haze of lust that fills his red eyes when she complies. And she loves she knows she can trust him never to lead her into something she won’t thoroughly enjoy.

And oh she very much enjoys it when he shoves her to her knees in front of him. So much that she has to bite back a little groan and remember the game they are playing. 

She peers up at her partner - right now her professor - and bats her lashes like an innocent, never breaking eye contact as she glides the heel of her palm down the length of the hard ridge that has formed in his trousers. She feels him shiver when she does it, and that makes her tremble in return. 

“Teach me, Professor Ancunin,” she says as her gloved fingers move to the laces of his trousers.

Astarion’s own deft fingers join hers, apparently quite eager to free himself of the confines of his tightening trousers. “I’ll teach you, Princess,” he says. “But you must follow my instructions. Do exactly as I say.”

“Yes, Professor.”

As soon as the laces are undone, June pushes down the front of Astarion’s trousers and underwear, freeing his erection. She gently runs her fingers up and down the length, letting Astarion enjoy the silken fabric of her gloves on his sensitive flesh. She doesn’t do anything else, though. Not yet. Not until he instructs her. 

Astarion takes a moment. His eyes flutter as he sighs, bucking his hips into the delicate touch. June knows how much he loves the sensation of fabric - satin, silk, any soft, high quality material - it causes goosebumps to rise on his cool skin, and June loves to indulge him in this way.  He lets out another shuddering sigh before composing himself enough to begin the “education.” 

“Start slow,” he says. “Touch me with your tongue first.”

June cocks her head as she looks up at him, still running a single finger up and down his shaft. “Professor Ancunin, are you sure this is the sort of tutoring my father intended when he hired you?”

[dwarfsized]

astringent

astringent: kira/astarion T, complete, post-canon.

[mrs-theirin]

Shadowheart, Wyll, Karlach, Lae’zel, and Eir’ynuel ditch their college’s Halloween Night to explore the woods renowned for being haunted by the spirits of the tortured Thorm family.

Ravengard University has never hosted a fun Halloween Night. 

Eir’ynuel taps a finger against a deflating orange balloon, eyes scanning the pathetic splay of cheaply made Halloween treats. Whoever tried to make ghosts out of Rice Krispies Treats failed miserably. This room scattered with a few non-costumed college students (banned due to one year’s insistence on inappropriate outfits) is nothing to write home about, and certainly nothing worth staying for. Why did she think this was a good idea in the first place?

“Hey, you,” comes a warm female voice.

Eir’ynuel smiles. Right. That’s why.

“Shadowheart,” she says fondly. Like the other students, she’s costume-less, dressed in her most recently adopted fall combination of a cardigan, fishnets under a skirt, and high-top Converse, all clad in black. “I was starting to think you pranked me.”