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Am I Fu**ing Insane !?!
A multi chapter adventure in Astarion's mind
Chapter 2 - +As if I had been kissed by mint leaves all over+
Rating: eventually Explicit but just a lot of mind tease so far.
Word count count: 2.3k
Pairings: Astarion X OFC Tav
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54356776/chapters/137824306
I have a quite serious praise kink. Which also means compliments in the forms of tags and/or comments might very well spur me to write and post more
Teaser:
In an exasperated sigh he breathes in again and all the effort he put into keeping lucid since he got back into her room is crashing down upon him. The nauseatingly spiced mix of wine and flowers assaulting his senses once again, and her breath caressing his face as he just now realises he must have leaned in without thinking. *As if she’s not been a damned little inconvenience already!* But that’s when she begins stirring and the image of the moment when he was just that close to her a few hours prior, flashes in his mind again. Her warm fingers on the back of his neck as traitors ready to find a spot to bury a dagger *I should know! I’ve played this game before, you hussy! better than you ever will!* Those fingers seemingly trying to grasp at him just before a soft whiff of that intoxicating scent escaped her lips when she hummed, barely intelligible: Stay.
Chapter Two - *as if I had been kissed by mint leaves all over*
Notes: *Astarion's Thoughts* +quotes from her journal+ "audible dialogue" -remarks-
aul iasa nha tho is Elvish for "in vino veritas", otherwise said "In wine there's truth" or the general idea that people are much more guileless when intoxicated.
He must’ve read those pages so many times that it’s surprising how they have not been worn out. And the fact he doesn’t technically need to sleep surely hasn’t helped the surprise quickly turn to addiction.
*How could I have not noticed?!*
The tightly kept book gave him more access to her mind, her actual thoughts, that any connection the worms might have forced them to share, and that’s likely why everyone promptly agreed to stay out of everyone’s business for the time being. And it wasn’t quite like he meant to break that deal, he was just severely unprepared for what he had found in that insignificant shiny little volume. All handwritten. By her.
Along with the odd note of information gathered during the last few days, the pages were filled mostly with just her reflections, clearly never intended for eyes that were not her own deep ones, eyes he never felt lingering on him more than the time it was necessary to be called for duty, to be addressed as politely as an accidentally forced companionship put them together. And he was supposed to know, to see, to read people and understand how to play them as if fiddling with an instrument he himself had built from scratch! The countless souls he alone had enticed and played every key, including -especially- the dark, heavy ones. Then how could he have missed the eyes she had been looking at him with? How could he have missed the intention? How could she have walked this earth without a tenth of the time he had and compete with his own ability to mask and dissipate any impression of sentiment or feeling?
He started to genuinely wonder if there could have been a mistake, perhaps she had been keeping the little metallic book for someone else *and yet I saw her and her damned quill on it! I saw her unimpressed and vacant eyes!* while clearly less than a day ago her thoughts must have been so focused on him they should have burnt a hole in his back:
+I cannot cope with the heart rending clench, from my stomach to the tip of my hair, diffusing a cold, quivering heat as if I had been kissed by mint leaves all over in just a moment, every time his voice pours, like honey, into my ears+
He found himself catching breath he didn’t need for hours, disgusted surely by the idea that she kept him in her mind so often, yet compelled to scrutinise every single line, with no chance to concede that even just one word she spent on him could have gone amiss. He had dozens of pages to commit to memory before sunrise, now that his plans toward individual freedom had suddenly fallen apart. There was no tadpole solution, no way to charm and dominate the worms, nothing to guarantee he could remain himself while still feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin.
*Nothing to guarantee the warmth of her skin if her thoughts get consumed until there’s nothing left of her*
And he has to shake his head physically from the thought because *why!? Why would she be the issue now!?* when he has his own thoughts, his own brain to worry about, his own survival as the only thing that has kept him unnaturally alive for over two centuries, well before she was barely an idea in her parent’s minds!
His arm pulls back and the book’s metallic cover hits the door he’s still sitting against. He should be throwing it with such force that would destroy that little insignificant piece of paper conjuring all kinds of soft, enticing visions, while none will help with their shared issue: they are all on borrowed time.
+it was a good delusion of power, as if anyone could really be just... So mature for their age... But that's another story, I don't like the stories of my memories, read in hindsight…+
And that’s what froze him in place. She doesn’t spell it out but just reading the words pulls his stomach just the same, he knows that feeling, the lulling comfort that the idea of pleasing a tyrant and taking each beating as a compliment will do. His eyes close and this time the little precious book is brought to his chest, just where his heart last beat all those centuries ago. And his tintless eyebrows furrow, his usually graceful traits tighten in what is almost a grimace, teeth clenching as his head shakes once more, but this time it’s because his own memories made stories out of his delusions of power, when no matter the amount of sacrifices he brought back every night, neither his body nor his mind were spared the abuse and humiliations from his cruel Master. Cazador’s looming body flashes behind his tightened eyes.
*Fourth: thou shalt know that thou art mine.*
The rules of his master played like an obsessive charm in his head over and over, and then it’s kinder, it’s easier to embrace what felt like the only power he had, seducing and pleasing whilst hoping for the lesser beating.
It does not matter that air is not needed now, because the sharp intakes cut through his lips and down to the bottom of his lungs, and his lips pull almost as if from muscle memory and like he so often did before. To please and appease him, to make the punishment shorter and numbing his own mind for longer.
And all of a sudden it all stops. His arms feel as if they are strained by efforts he does not recall, the heavy door behind his back certainly not as comfortable as the bed in front of him and
*oh yes, the little useless book*
The book that gave him no more freedom he had the night before. He would throw it mindlessly but his hand finds a way to just leave it to rest on the floor, while with an agile movement he’s back on his feet, and in a moment he’s theatrically falling on the bed, face hitting the pillows first, and a long unnecessary breath empties his lungs with the last remnants of something that reminds him of mulled wine and flowers.
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The noise of boots outside snaps him out of his trance just when the last of the candles must have burnt out as a swirl of smoke still rises in the otherwise darkened room. Voices muffled behind the door tell him his companions are only now getting to their beds which means not much will be expected of him that morning.
*Thank fuck!*
His arms move the pillow around to bury his face onto it and hoping to fall into trance again when a deeper sigh rises from his chest, and he knows. He knows what he has to do to avoid any consequences to befall upon him. Never before a sleight of hand has failed him so spectacularly and now he's not only stuck with the merry fellowship of warmbloods ignorami
*no closer to understand and control the worm in my head*
but now with the knowledge that their pretty, little accidental leader has had her eyes fixed on him way more often than he ever realised.
*Shit… does she know?*
And with that thought he rolls on his back, the crook of his elbow sheltering his eyes and with a final exasperated sigh he pulls himself up. Even in the darkened room he can see the metallic cover trying its best to reflect whatever resemblance of light it can catch. His long, delicate fingers pick it up and he finds himself almost laughing at himself
*You thought this was going to be your freedom and now you're just more chained to her them*
Of course he's just stuck being a monster, what did he expect? He gathers the book in his hands and not far, discarded by the door, he finds the small lock, the mockery of having to use his lockpicking skills to put it back together does not escape him.
Once the lock is back in place there’s only one thing left to do. His resignation has almost taken over if it wasn’t for that tinge just at the bottom of his stomach that wishes for him to destroy the book, destroy the room and have splinters find their way under his skin so that maybe, hopefully, the pain will take his attention away from the spectacular failure he is.
*serves me well for conceding anything to hope*
In a flash he’s out of his door, gliding through the shadows. The corridor should simply bow to his graceful presence as he approaches her room. Again.
His hand pushes the door slightly and in a moment he’s in, this time making sure the lock is turned just to avoid any sudden interruption, and within a few seconds his senses are assaulted once again by that scent that makes him feel both a drunkard and abstinent by necessity more than choice. A sigh is the loudest noise he allows himself to make as he exhales: the less he has her scent in his lungs, the easier it will be to ignore it.
Her breath is deep and regular which gives him information enough to carefully reach for her bedside table where her bag was discarded, and indeed, it’s still there waiting for him, half open. The little book still in his hand and he’s just about to place it back there
*Like absolutely nothing ever happened*
And in that moment he realises, as soon as it’s back, it’s gone. His one window to her unadulterated thoughts is gone. The one access he has ever had to someone, anyone’s actual idea of him that wasn’t serving a purpose or trying to extort something from him. If her behaviour had fooled him so completely then it was reasonable to consider the possibility she never intended to act upon any of her reflections, and the book held so many he found himself cursing the fact his elven life ended earlier and lasted much less than his immortal one, before he could learn how to commit to memory more enduringly that the last few hours perusing the little tome allowed him.
*nasty little tease! letting my mind slip that far back!*
His head shakes slightly and a bitter smile pulls the corner of his lips. There’s no point crying over spilled milk again. His hand doesn’t even touch the bag, but the book is back in it, as if it never left. With his body crouched next to bed he can see the look on her face, the look of someone who has really been peacefully resting for the last few hours, completely and utterly unaware about how she has taken that peace almost directly from him: he should have rested, he should have gone hunting and the mere thought reminds him of that dry, stinging feeling in his throat. But instead of satiating his hunger, gaining any ounce of strength back, any semblance of mortality, he just wasted the entire night on that vexatious little book that she guarded so intensely for absolutely no reason.
*Nothing no one of value in it!*
In an exasperated sigh he breathes in again and all the effort he put into keeping lucid since he got back into her room is crashing down upon him. The nauseatingly spiced mix of wine and flowers assaulting his senses once again, and her breath caressing his face as he just now realises he must have leaned in without thinking.
*As if she’s not been a damned little inconvenience already!*
But that’s when she begins stirring and the image of the moment when he was just that close to her a few hours prior, flashes in his mind again. Her warm fingers on the back of his neck as traitors ready to find a spot to bury a dagger
*I should know! I’ve played this game before, you hussy! better than you ever will!*
Those fingers seemingly trying to grasp at him just before a soft whiff of that intoxicating scent escaped her lips when she hummed, barely intelligible: Stay.
And she might just have given him an excellent solution. Out of that image it finally dawns on him:
*For all she knows, I have never left*
As if the mystification of the last hours had never happened, he can just slip back into the flirtatious role that she last remembers, and at that, he whisks himself up and his leg gracefully drapes over hers so that in the next moment his body is now behind hers, without so much as a breath *or heartbeat* skipped on her part. She wanted him to stay didn’t she? In hindsight it’s just like they say *aul iasa nha tho in vino veritas*. And now her tipsiness really reads as someone’s infatuation, he had confirmation from her own well guarded thoughts, her fingers and heart committing words to paper that would have kept being nothing but denied by the demeanour she carries herself with, except for last night.
*And isn’t it going to be a delight to coax the truth out of her own lips, when I already know I have her protection, before I even had a chance to persuade her so*
That is the first time the realisation dawns on him: no matter how well she hides her feelings, he is already under her skin, there is nothing that he can’t convince strangers to give him, the knowledge that
+he’s on my mind, really almost all the time+
And *oh! What a terribly applicative concession!* He knows, before he even thought to strike, that he will hit the target in the perfect bull’s eye. The attainment of that awareness almost lets him enjoy, for the first time, fully, completely, the exhilarating aroma that she emanates, because in due time, understanding how that little precious tome has opened her mind, her actual mind, to him, he now knows.
Before he has to ask.
He will taste her.
Because she already says yes to him in every thought of hers he occupies.
#astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion x oc#astarion x reader#baldurs gate astarion#bg3 astarion#bg 3#bg 3 fanfic#astarion fanfic#astarion x tav#astarion bg3#baldur's gate fanfiction#am i fucking insane astarion fanfic
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people i want to know better (the knowerrrr)
I was tagged by @eraserspiral via my main account, but using context clues I think this might be better here! Thank you for tagging me, it's nice to write something today that isn't a job application :)
1. Favorite Ships
Tav/Astarion (bg3) Spike/Buffy (BtVS) Jude/Cardan (The Cruel Prince by Holly Black) Howl/Sophie (both film and book incarnations for different reasons!) Garrus/Shepard (Mass Effect)
...I think these are the top 5? I could go on forever though lol.
2. First Ship
The first media pairing I went feral for/ first thing I read fanfic for was Spike/Buffy, but my first ship that I remember fundamentally altering my brain chemistry is Kaye/Roiben from the Tithe series by Holly Black (shout out to Roiben for being my first sad tortured man with white hair, we all have to start somewhere).
3. Last Song
Pretty Girls by Renee Rapp
4. Last Movie
Oh my god this is so cringe, yesterday I watched 'Ticket to Paradise' (the divorced parent film with George Clooney and Julia Roberts) to try and cure the black mood depression (very fun film tbh, so not *that* cringe!)
5. Currently reading
Last week I finished my mindblowing/soul-cleansing reread of The Wicked + The Divine Comics by Kieron Gillen. I sobbed my little heart out, fell in love all over again with both the art style and the insanely good worldbuilding concept.... i'm not currently reading anything, bc I'm still processing the high of binging all 9 in 2 days.... not to be dramatic, but it was like mainlining cocaine.
6. Currently Watching
Look, I *was* watching jjk for the first time and had just reached the Shibuya Incident before I got my bad news this week... and I have therefore made a very sensible, sane, and self-aware decision, and swerved wildly into watching the v. cute 'Sign of Affection' instead :')))))))
7. Currently Craving
I am about to go eat Thai food with a friend and just need to walk to her house BUT OH MY GOD I'M SO HUNGRY AND HAVE BEEN SINCE 4PM. so... 'thai food', I guess. as well as, idk... some fucking rest plz god plz.
tags for pals and mutuals: @violacae, @imscissorbladez, @pricemarshfield, @blarfshnorgull, @dededrabbles x
#tag games#if anyone has read wicked and the divine please yell to me about it in my askbox#bc OH MY GOD I'D FORGOTTEN. THE HIGHS AND LOWS. OF FANTASY POPSTARDOM WHEN YOU HAVE 2YRS TO LIVE.
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2024 edition of Analysing Ram's fanfic collection! 2022 and 2023 editions are there. A few days late but we're still going strong!
Same disclaimer as before, all the ships I've been into are in there under the readmore and some of them are weird, if you thinks some stuff is freaky (derogatory) you probably don't want to look (especially this year!!). Which is fine, see you another time :)
For those who don't mind freaky stuff, come have fun with me once again as I marry my passion for fandom and simple statistics.
(hopefully this is readable? I had to dezoom a little because I have So Much Fic)
... So this is kind of insane for me.
I got into Daredevil a little after last year's edition, and after a full year and about three intense phases of Being Really Into Daredevil (the TV show, I should say right now. I've been meaning to get into the comics but we're not there yet), you can see that I uh. I liked it! Almost 600 fics, jesus. That's more than any of my other fandoms, and by so far it's not even funny. Clearly it shows when I download every fic I read. To be clear most of that folder is Mattfoggy, self-explanatory and uncontroversial I think.
I also got into Baldur's Gate 3, which is probably my folder with the most gen stuff in it, maybe even including my gen folders. That's because 1) I played the game and romanced someone (I'll give you a guess. I'll give you one fucking guess.) so it felt a little strange reading ship fic for a game when you've played an active role in the story? and 2) because for once there isn't just one ship I'm into. All of these fuckers have so much potential chemistry with everyone else it's kind of wild. You could take any of the main six/eight companions, put them together, and I'd see it! So, genfic, and a fair bit of Bloodpact because I'm extra-compelled by Astarion and Wyll having Issues together and kissing about it. Once again, normal. Note that I did also buy merch for this, because there was cool merch I could actually get! So I have nice stickers and a portkey on top of 200 fics.
Then we enter the Zone Of Shame, the elephant in the room: why does Ram, who spent years of her life deliberately ignoring anything MCU related in any way, shape or form, who actively tried not to know who any of these people were when people told her about it, and who fell asleep before a few of the movies during family movie night, have three folders and about 350 MCU fics on her phone? Why indeed. Well, my best explanation is Daredevil snuck up on me and then I got overtaken by a fever. And now here I am. A changed woman. Scouring blogs from 2012 to get glimpses of what it was like back then.
The two main ships I've been really into are Stucky, because I watched Winter Soldier and I have eyes, though I did kind of hesitate with Stony because yeah I see it, and Thorki, because I watched Thor and I have eyes because I heard it was a thing, got curious, looked into it, and started Seeing It very fast. For about a week I'd watched Thor 1 and I thought, eh, I don't know why everyone was so into this, and then somehow something clicked in my brain I guess?? And then here I am, about three months later, coming out of AO3 searches bloodied and dizzy.
The rest of the changes are minor, I added a class folder for class stuff, a few fics here and there, kept going with Venom and doubled that folder, kept reading porn, planned to read (/actually read!) a few published books, etc. The last notable things are I found like 30 things to add to my misc folder, don't know where, and I somehow got rid of 4 Warrior Cats books? I'm guessing I had duplicates?
In conclusion, this year in fanfic, I read a lot of Mattfoggy, and got really into a beloved fandom classic (Stucky), the most obvious characters I could have gotten into (Astarion and Loki), and a truly "problematic ship" (Thorki). They grow up so fast... Absolutely crazy to me that when I log all the fics I read in a year (and I could have read more!) I end up almost doubling my fanfic folder. I was at 1.7k last year and I added like 1.4k, that was a huge shocker! So many good fics....
(BTW I knew the whoole time I would be insanely into Loki and Tony Stark, and I was Correct. Whatever that kind of character is they're like fucking catnip to me. Immediate blorbo. I need to read more Tony centric stuff but I've been trying not to be so so in love with that guy since I was like 13 so. Hard to break the habit. Astarion is also Like That and as soon as I saw his face I knew and I was once again Correct. I'm predictable.)
This was the 2024 edition of What's Ram Been Reading, it was a delight to have you this year again and it'll be a delight to have you in 2025! Bye bye :)
#this year more than any other beware!! i am into many things. not all of them tasteful (or reflective of my personal interests irl)#Me Going Insane About Fics And Stats. as per usual#genuinely hadn't realised i'd read so much daredevil somehow?? i guess since they're shorter?#anyway three times makes it a tradition for sure <3#fandom nerdery#wow i have a ramble tag now
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I’ve been taking a break from writing for a couple years because of life and lack of inspiration, but then I became absolutely obsessed with bg3 and got into Unitl You and you’ve inspired me to pick up the pen again and try my hand at some of my own Astarion fanfic. So thank you, you don’t even know how much you’ve inspired me and how much I geek out over the beautiful little details in your writing. You have such a talent and I am cheering you on in your pining with this next chapter hehe 💕🥰
First of all...I hug you 🫂 I pulled up to my house after work and read this and you made my heart glow. Your experience reminds me so much of mine.
I've had an on and off relationship with writing for years but suffered terribly (still do struggle) with imposter syndrome and lack of confidence in my writing. Because of this I could barely get the two writing projects I had near finished or arrive at a place where I felt happy with my work. Also the thought of ever sharing anything of mine with anyone ~TERRIFIED~ me.
I grew up obsessed with BG2, and so of course I was so stoked for BG3. But then Astarion HAPPENED to me and long after the game I couldn't get him out of my brain and for the first time in about 20 years I searched for fanfic and came across Hellish Rebuke by @bludazey (it is INCREDIBLE btw, the writing is absolutely gorgeous and blu is a beautiful human <3 ). Her work inspired me to also try writing fic and since October 31st 2023, I have published 135,740 words (which is just insane still to me). For writing, for making friends, for having so much fucking fun - it has really been one of the best things to happen to me. I hope you also have so much fun! <3 Thank you for inspiring me to keep going <3
ALSO - thank you for the sending me luck on this next chapter BAHAHAHAHA. I NEED IT 😂
#until you#asks#a03 writer#writing inspiration#astarion fanfic#astarion fic writers#astarion fic#fanfic writers
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