#Astarionxtav

[abigailsins]

They saw you from the other side of the bar...and they like what they see🩸

[bloodinwine]

Just Us

Thank you Sliva so much for drawing my Effy and Astarion from the chapter Just Us. I love their expressions and the lighting is gorgeous. <3

[astarionancuninslittlelove]

I headcanon that one day, suddenly Astarion notices that whilst in trance, he has stopped replaying the horrors that he endured at the hands of Cazador, but rather replays the journey he took with a band of misfits as they were entrusted to save an entire city. Tav and the other companions are his newfound friends. They helped him want to try living again, really living, and with that, he is able to reminisce on something in fondness in trance instead of in pure terror.

[tsukiarare]

The many faces of Astarion. We need an update that makes it possible for him to transform into a goose if you reclass him to druid 🪿🦇😺🧛

[mittensmae]

Trying to use tumblr more often, not sure if I ever posted this here >:) thankyou to Astarion for dragging me out of burnout all those months ago when I made this <3

prints are available on my Etsy btw hehe

[ashestoroses018]

A Missed Opportunity

Astarion never comes to confess to you before Moonlight Tower.

Being the BAMF you are, you confront him with the dreaded "what are we" conversation.

Short, sweet, to the point. Idiots in love confessing to each other.

Astarion watches you from his tent. He does it constantly, and you are well-aware of it. Sometimes, you purposefully catch his eye, your own gleaming with intent. He never backs down, yet he never acts on your significant looks, either. Tonight, you decide, enough is enough. You're nearly to Baldur's Gate, now, after two months of traveling with your erstwhile companions - your band of misfits, if you will. Hells, you're supposed to arrive in Rivington in two days' time.  Enough is enough. If you are just prey or just a plaything, you deserve to know, at least so you can make an educated decision for yourself. You should be allowed to decide if you're willing to be a...a plaything forever or not. You're not completely certain you're against it, considering the depth of your feelings for the man, but you still deserve to have a choice in the matter. He owes you that much, at least. 

Heaving a great breath - one you didn't even realize you'd been holding - you stand up from your seat at the campfire and do your best to stride confidently to Astarion's tent. His eyes widen a fraction; if you weren't so familiar with his facial expressions, you likely would have missed it. 

"Astarion," you say, "we need to talk. Now."

"Why, whatever about, darling? Have you changed your mind about our little deal? I would hate to lose such a scrumptious snack, but I understand if I must."

You shake your head in the negative. "No, Astarion. We need to talk about, well, us."

He puts his wine glass down and rakes a hand - quite elegantly, mind you - through his artfully disheveled hair. "Must we?"

"Yes," you say, firmly steeling what little resolve you have.

"Fine." He huffs, grabbing you by the hand and leading you quickly and quietly to a nearby grove. The need for privacy seems to be at an all-time high, you think idly. 

"What do you want to know, Tav?"

"Everything. We've slept together once, over a month ago, after the party, and I've been your dinner every night for even longer. Am I just a plaything to you? A toy?"

He lets out an anguished groan. "No. You're not."

You blink. You blink again. A third time, you blink. You'd not been expecting that. 

Noticing your obvious confusion, he rakes a much less graceful hand through his hair, which is now in a much less artful disarray, you note. He's obviously disgruntled, or, perhaps...frustrated? With you? With himself? All of the above?

"You haven't ever been 'just' a plaything. At first." He sighs once again, "you were a...means to an end. It was supposed to be simple. I seduce you, use you for protection, maybe food... But damn it all, you had to go and be...nice!...in a way I've never experienced before. Nobody has ever  given me a choice before, at least, not since Cazador turned me. But you, Tav, you give me choices all the time! To feed on you or not, to pick campsites, to hunt various animals for everyone's dinner, including my own...To not bite that strange Drow woman." He visibly shivers at the mention of the Blood Alchemist.

Through all of this, you just stare at him in a dumb, stunned silence. 

"Do you get what I'm saying, Tav? I don't really know WHAT you are, but you're so much more than a plaything or a means to an end. You deserve something...real. I want us to be something real."

Breaking out of your stupor, you sidle closer. "May I kiss you?"

Astarion gives you an affronted look of pure indignation. "I pour my heart and soul out to you, and you think you need to ask to kiss me?"

You merely nod. "You always have a choice, Astarion. Always."

With a quiet growl, he surges toward you with inhuman speed and pulls you into a ferocious, bruising, breathless kiss.

A moment later, when you break for air, you smirk. "Nice of you to profess your undying love for me, Astarion!"

The squeak of pure indignation is worth the scowl he throws your way for the next few minutes. It goes away, however, when you whisper in his ear that you feel the same.

[consistencynevermether]

Astarion x gn Paladin! Reader hcs

A/n: this man has a death grip on me istg. I was writing some Long ass angst about him and decided to take a break for some cute hcs. I might do a few more of these with other classes, so if you’d like to see any other class lmk! Anyways onto the simping

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Alright let’s get one thing straight, this man can and will make fun of you

The SECOND you talk about your oath he’s behind you mimicking your voice with over exaggerated stances. He acts so innocent when you roll your eyes at his antics though

That being said, he actually really values someone who can keep their word. It makes him feel safe, having someone honest by his side after years of toxic manipulation. He’ll never admit to this of course

He finds the armor hot. There’s just something about polished chest plates and clawed gauntlets that look so good on you.

He mentioned once that when he was younger he fantasized about marrying the “hero type, like Wyll” so I think he secretly loves it when you play valiant knight

Please for the love of god give this man a kiss on the back of his hand, he will melt

If you're a more stoic or good aligned tav, he’ll try to convince you to loosen up a little, but never oversteps. Despite his teasings he understands how important your oath is to you, and he loves you the way you are.

Oh and if you ever get short or snarky with someone while your normally composed, this man is howling with laughter. Absolutely encourages little shit behavior

Despite his natural self interest coming first, we see that astarion does approve of you helping children later in the game. So I feel like every time he sees you protect the innocent, or fight for what you believe in, his heart flutters just a little.

You definitely work well fighting together, considering he’s not much for direct fighting and armor is quite hard to sneak in, you both complement each others weaknesses

Speaking of sneaking, Astarion has definitely pickpocketed you just once or twice to see your reaction. Nothing major, just a little trinket or maybe that tart in your backpack you were saving for later. He has to keep you on your toes somehow, plus he enjoys it when you try to chase him down (keyword- try. He’s as slippery as they come and once again, armor isn’t great for speed or sneak)

If you have a routine where you polish and upkeep your weapons and armor, he’s definitely going to keep you company. Maybe he’ll even sharpen some of his own blades while he’s at it. He likes these little mundane moments where you can sit together in comfortable silence. And his daggers have never looked better

While he finds your heroics and honor shtick endearing, you’ll need to understand he’s not looking for some protector or bodyguard. He wants to be your equal, not someone you constantly need to keep an eye on. With that being said, he does enjoy some classic romantic chivalry.

He won’t admit it but that flower you gave him a few months ago? He preserved it by pressing it between pages in his book. He treasures the little gestures you do for him

If you ever have to leave to join some holy quest or whatever for a few months, he definitely wants to come with. But if that’s not possible (maybe it’s after the events of the game and you two are still looking for a way for him to walk in the sun) he’ll definitely write you frequently and try to visit if he knows your going to be in a certain city soon

And you better have the exact👏 same👏 energy👏. Start writing love letters and maybe even send him some gifts as well

And when you're done assisting on this quest, you’d better block out at least a month of time just for him. He won’t admit it but I imagine he’s a bit touchstarved for some wholesome romantic touch

Cuddle him. Now.

While he understands and respects your oath, there’s probably a part of him that worries one day you might leave him if your god asked, or if you needed to go on a quest that might last years or decades

Well guess what? Your god can shove it

You would never abandon Astarion like that, the second you became partners you also became a package deal. You make sure to tell him that your oath is more than just a gods power, it’s a set of ideals that you would gladly follow even without a gods backing if you were ever forced to choose between them and him.

Considering he finds settling down dull and boring, and a Paladin is constantly living a life of adventure, it’s really the perfect match

[ranmaru-011]

"Hello darling."

[elfinbloodbag]

[adsu-shy]

1/3 Happy Halloween 🦇 !

part 2 / part 3

Astarion and Kaito disguised as Mavis and Johnny from Hotel Transylvania

Uncensored version: Twitter / Bsky

[transparentkittenheart]

People give Astarion a lot of shit for breakup with with you if you decide to become a worm, but I think it makes a lot of sense for him.

He knows a lot about "becoming a monster" and he knows how bad it sucks. He tells you "yeah it hurts, and you aren't the same person as you were before. Changing yourself like that is NOT a good idea." If Tav reaches their #elithid potential that would be a big red flag for Astarion. You made a choice that hes strongly against, and you didnt take his concerns and warnings seriously. So honestly good on him for setting that as a boundary.

Also you're ugly as hell now.

[abigailsins]

ohhh comms like this are always my favs, I'm a sucker for a good mix of spice and pure love ♥

[bloodinwine]

Welcome to my pervert brain. 🫣

Chapter 16: Only for a Moment

[astarionancuninslittlelove]

So I'm doing another playthrough, and I saw something that I thought was pretty interesting. My character is romancing Astarion (obviously), and I got this dialogue from Yurgir when meeting with him.

He says, "...There's something else, almost hidden by your fear-stink...cherries, musk...and sulphur."

Can Yurgir smell the first two notes of "cherries & musk" because your Tav smells like Astarion? It is well known amongst Astarion romancers that his scent is brandy, rosemary, and bergamont.

It also got me thinking about how when Halsin talks to you and says something like "You have bonded with Astarion body and mind. His scent lingers on your skin."

It could just be a coincidence, but I thought it was a cool find, and it made me swing my feet thinking my Tav is walking around smelling like Astarion.

What do ya'll think?

[ishtadawnstar]

Flirtation Failure

Upon reaching the stream, Astarion dropped his pack unceremoniously and knelt by the water's edge. For a moment, he stared uncertainly at the water, feeling a flicker of fear.

There was no way to tell if the effects of running water had disappeared along with his vulnerability to sunlight - not without physically finding out the hard way.

A quick glance around the clearing assured him that no one was watching, so he cautiously lowered his hand, hesitating ever so slightly before dipping the tips of his fingers below the surface.

Instead of the searing pain he had come to expect, the coolness of the water against his skin was an immediate relief. Smiling at this new and welcome discovery, he splashed some onto his face, washing away the grime and sweat.

He glanced over at Gale, who had collapsed onto a patch of grass, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Shadowheart was already filling her canteen, her expression thoughtful as she gazed into the distance.

Ishta knelt beside the stream as well, her hands cupping the water as she drank deeply. She seemed to radiate a calm strength, a stark contrast to the rest of the group, who looked utterly spent.

Astarion watched her for a moment longer before turning his attention back to the stream, letting the soothing sound of the water help him relax. Fortunately, the agitation on the stream's surface and the sunlight reflecting off it hid his own lack of a reflection effectively.

If he had been alone, he would have stripped off then and there and laid in the crystal-clear waters, allowing it to wash away all his fatigue. Instead, he settled for pulling off his boots and rolling up his trousers, dangling his bare feet over the edge of the stream bank.

Relishing the feel of the swift current against his legs, Astarion lay back on the grass and stared up at the sky.

With the warmth of the afternoon sun on his face and the scent of wildflowers and pine sap in his nostrils, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh of contentment.

Despite the dangers that still lay ahead and the ever-present hunger, Astarion couldn't recall a time when he had felt this happy - and it scared him.

The fear that it could all end at any moment, that Cazador could have people out looking for him, brought the familiar knot into his stomach, and he sat up abruptly. Chiding himself for his complacency, he quickly donned his boots and stood up, looking around at his companions thoughtfully.

So far, he hadn't made any headway in charming the Ranger, but maybe one of the others might be more receptive?

He spied Shadowheart sitting a little away from the rest of the group, busy sharpening a dagger, and casually walked over to join her. She looked up curiously at his approach but said nothing as he sat down on the grass a little to one side of her.

Giving her a disarming smile, he nodded in the direction of Ishta and remarked, "Our leader is quite the impressive athlete, wouldn't you say? I can't remember the last time I had to compete with such levels of endurance. How about you?"

"What do you want, Astarion?" Shadowheart asked with a slight hint of impatience in her voice, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Undeterred, he shrugged nonchalantly. "Simply making conversation. I realize I may not have given a very good first impression back at the crash site, and hoped I might have the opportunity to remedy that."

"Your aid in clearing out that crypt was all the remedy needed to make up for your first impression," she said, giving a nod of thanks before turning her attention back to her dagger.

Encouraged by her statement, Astarion leaned closer, his voice dripping with charm. "Shadowheart... Such a grim name for such a beautiful flower," he drawled.

She looked up sharply and gave him a cold stare. "I heard you mumbling that line to yourself earlier - it needs more work," she stated bluntly and turned away, clearly dismissing him.

From a few steps away, Lae'zel observed the exchange, her lips curling slightly into a smirk. "Oh, but do keep calling her 'flower.' She'll love that," she remarked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"I was wondering when he'd try it out on me," Shadowheart said, addressing Lae'zel as if Astarion didn't exist.

Lae'zel's smirk turned into a challenging stare that made him squirm slightly. "Fortunate for his tongue he didn't say it to me," she declared, her eyes glinting dangerously.

Astarion glanced between the two women, their eyes fixed on him with a mixture of cold amusement and irritation. Feeling his confidence wane under their scrutiny, he stood up, forced a quick, graceful bow, and retreated hastily toward where Ishta was resting.

He found her sitting by a mossy bank, her eyes closed, seemingly at peace. He dropped down opposite her and leaned back against the soft cushion of moss, letting out a defeated sigh. His pride was bruised, and irritation simmered just beneath the surface.

Ishta's mouth twitched as she sensed his presence. She opened one eye, a cheeky grin forming on her lips. "Not quite the marks you are used to, eh?" she remarked, her voice laced with wry amusement.

Astarion glared at her, his annoyance clear as he realized she must have heard the entire exchange. "I may be a little off my game," he admitted reluctantly, closing his eyes as if to shut out his embarrassment.

Ishta let out a loud snort. "A little?"

Astarion opened his eyes again, glaring at her more intensely, which only prompted her to laugh, the sound clear and bell-like, echoing into the clearing. It annoyed him, but he couldn't deny a growing warmth in his chest as he watched her.

"Tell you what," Ishta said, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Why don't you practice your best lines on me, and I'll let you know which ones make me cringe and which ones make me want to stab you."

"Oh, piss off!" he retorted testily, though a reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Her laughter echoed again, and this time, he allowed himself to enjoy it. He realized, with a mix of surprise and reluctance, that he might actually be starting to like this arrogant golden elf.

Astarion leaned back, watching Ishta's playful grin. Despite his initial irritation, he felt a connection forming that was different from his usual flirtations. Perhaps, he mused, the best way to make progress with her is to stop trying so hard.

"I'll say one thing for you though, you've managed to temporarily unite those two over their shared distaste for your pickup lines," she chuckled, nodding over at Lae'zel and Shadowheart, who seemed to be tolerating each other's presence a little better after his swift exit.

"Hmm... I don't envy your task of keeping them from each other's throats," he commented with a sly smile at Ishta.

She grimaced and leaned back with a sigh. "As if we didn't already have enough problems to deal with," she muttered bitterly.

"Well, if it comes to blows... my money is on the Gith."

Ishta gave him a disapproving frown, then chuckled mirthlessly. "I'll take that bet... just don't try anything to encourage a fight, will you?" she warned, with a twinkle in her eye.

Astarion gasped theatrically and put his hand to his chest. "Ishta! I would never do something so underhanded. What do you take me for?" he protested innocently.

"A sneaky, conniving, opportunistic son of a bitch," Ishta replied, grinning broadly at him.

"Ha!"

Fortunately, Ishta quite likes that about him. She prefers those who are honest about being dishonest, to those who profess to be saints while stabbing you in the back. Check out my Fanfic of these two scamps in the links below.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56114257

https://www.wattpad.com/user/IshtaDawnstar

[heichoushoes]

Cozy Nights <3