#astarion x consort

[dez78]

🩸🌹The Consort's Mockery🌹🩸

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Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairings: Ascended Astarion x Consort Slyus

Warnings: A twat waffle doesn't like Astarion and Slyus together.

Summary: Consort Slyus proves to his Ascended husband as to why they married in the first place.

Astarion sat upon his throne in the Crimson Palace, a man stumbled in, kneeling before him.

"My lord!" He started, Astarion looked at him with intrigue.

"I have a gift my lord." The man said shakily, he looked up from where he was kneeling.

"A gift? You have my attention." Astarion smirked as he leaned forward.

"A virgin girl, my daughter." The man said, he bowed his head.

"I am proposing marriage, your majesty." He added. Astarion stood and descended down the stairs from his throne. His form menacing.

"I already have a consort, my beloved. I will not be taking another, it's disgusting that you would even suggest such a thing to me." Astarion said, he circled the mortal like a predator.

"M-my apologies, my lord, who is your queen?" The man asked shakily.

"My queen? Hm.." Astarion laughed, though it wasn't joyful, it was mocking.

"I do not have a queen, for my consort is not a woman. You have offended me twice now!" Astarion barked angrily, the man trembled with a great amount of fear.

Astarion went to the front of the man, he grabbed him by the throat. He got in his face.

"How dare you, offend me and my prince consort." He hissed, the man looked at him with fearful eyes.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I-Please forgive me!" The man cried, he was reduced to tears, begging for forgiveness.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you where you kneel?" Astarion growled. The man trembled as he started to cry.

"My love?" The voice came and snapped the Ascended out of his rageful state, he let go of the man's throat and stood at his full height.

"My beautiful consort." Astarion said, his voice was full of love as he spoke, he approached Slyus. He wore a deep red V neck coat, with black accents and ruby roses embroidered into the fabric.

When Astarion closed the space between them, he cupped his face, the prince consort smiled at his husband, completely melting the vampire lord. Astarion returned his smile and kissed his husband deeply. Slyus reciprocated wrapping his arms around Astarion.

The man still kneeling below, looked up at them. He couldn't help the look of disgust that crossed his features. A king should have a queen, not a prince, it was blasphemy.

When Slyus pulled away, Astarion was still smiling at him gently, holding his face tenderly. The prince consort stepped away. His eyes looked towards the man kneeling briefly, catching his expression.

Slyus immediately frowned, he was willing to negotiate for his freedom, but that disappeared. Slyus scrunched his face in disgust.

"I was willing to negotiate your freedom." He said, his voice was calm, but his expression was twisted with disdain.

"But given your support of my devotion to the king is false, then you shall perish." The consort growled. Astarion smirked at him, he knew what happens when his darling, prince gets mad.

"You'd sell your daughter like cattle, yet you sneer at true love? The gods greatest mistake was when they created you. You will be forgotten, the world will erase you and when you die-unmourned and rotting, the only thing left of you will be the stench." Slyus's words were brutal, cutting like a knife.

The man's mind shattered right where he knelt, he fell flat with a loud thud.

"Ha! I will never tire of that, my dearest consort." Astarion said wickedly, the man's blood pooled on the floor at their feet. The guards dragged him out and the maids came in, cleaning the floor.

Astarion pulled Slyus into him again, he held his chin as he looked into his eyes with a sincere smile.

"Never change, my beloved prince." His voice was uncharacteristically soft. Slyus didn't reply he only smiled back as he leaned in, capturing Astarion's lips into another kiss. The Ascended reciprocated with no hesitation, his hands gliding to his consort's ass, giving him a squeeze and making him chuckle into his mouth.

Astarion pulled back, taking Slyus's bottom lip, biting it softly before letting him go with a wicked smile, to which his consort returned.

[hanshenrykcd]

[mutualcombat]

My second illustration for the @bg3-winter-big-bang, based on a scene from @ofsilentthings' submission "And Tomorrow I Shall Again Wear Diamonds And Dance". There's so many little details about this picture that I can talk about endlessly, but I'll spare you guys. 😉

[rielzero]

:( He wanted cuddles.

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Guys...

[notecotic]

Astarion has their own methods how to calm his Consort.

[marimosalad]

Batsungi and Batstarion for @carooosa 🖤💛🖤💛🖤💛

[lesfir]

[bardic-inspo]

What does one gift to the man who already has everything?

Wealth, power, pleasure. It poureth over from Astarion’s fingertips at his slightest whim. 

So when his consort comes to him clad in such delectable finery, approaching his ruby-encrusted throne with such a proud stature, bearing a small box wrapped in shimmering paper and tied so temptingly with a velvet bow, he can hardly hide his skepticism.

“Oh, how darling you are,” he purrs. “My precious pet, is that for me?”

She presses the small package into his palms. He means to pull her into his lap, where his most prized treasure belongs, but she slips from his grip with a coy smirk. It’s a trying task, to tear his eyes away from her swaying figure long enough to tear the box free of its paper. 

He arches a brow. “It’s…empty.”

“Is it?” She replies, just as doubtful.

She tugs the twined cord near the curtained window, and the world bursts into scintillating brightness. Astarion shields his eyes against the sudden sunlight. As the sting eases, his hand drifts down, and he sees his consort silhouetted against the city below. His city.

The dress drops from her shoulders, a puddle of silk at her heels.

Sunlight soaks his skin, and hers. And she is radiant.

She is all that she has given him: everything.

[esmorningstar]

"I will wed you with a delicate veil of blood blooming over your white curls".

[lilyan-art]

Honeyed figs 🍯

A decadent afternoon in the Favored Consort AU (from the A Crooked Touch server by @acrookedtouchofficial )

I’ll never tire of having Astarion dote on his beloved 💖 also I had so much fun painting all the decor, especially the fabrics

[dez78]

Eliza x Astarion (Valentine Special)

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Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairings: Consort Eliza x Ascended Astarion

Summary: The vampire lord surprises his consort wife on love day.

Tags: Extremely soft Astarion, spawn Astarion comes out today, Astarion being lovey.

Notes: Song: My Valentine by Martina McBride

My dearest Consort,

Without you, none of this would have been possible, I owe a thousand thank you's. For today, I'm making it about you, my love. Come to the throne room.

-Your husband

Those were the words; Eliza had read this morning. She walked to the throne room like the note had instructed. Upon arriving, she was welcomed with a path of rose petals, the guards stood on either side of the room, making way for the queen.

Eliza was taken aback, she stepped forward gracefully, her gown flowing behind her. She was the very picture of regal. Astarion sat upon his throne, smiling, not smirking, which was different.

Eliza stopped in front of her husband, he stood, there was a softness in his eyes, she hadn't seen for a while.

"There you are my love. You look gorgeous." Astarion told his wife as he held her hands in his. His gaze was so soft, it caught her off guard, this softness didn't come out often. When it did, she appreciated it.

Astarion reached behind himself, revealing the last rose, the one he hadn't plucked. Eliza looked at it for a moment stunned, then took it, she smiled warmly at her husband.

"I love you, my dearest wife. You are truly the best thing that has ever happened to me. You make me speechless some days, you are ravenous in the bedroom, but the one thing that I love most about you is that you've opened my eyes and shown me how to love unselfishly." Astarion explained.

"Come with me." He told her as he held out his hand to her, Eliza took her husband's hand with no hesitation. Astarion led her out of the throne room.

They walked through the palace until they arrived at the dining hall. Eliza gasped, candles burned on the tabletop which was covered with sweet treats for breakfast and only the finest wine. Then of course, good blood.

Astarion led Eliza towards the table, he pulled out her chair and she sat down, she set her rose down. Astarion poured his wife the expensive wine, then some blood from recent donors, and then he plated her.

He gave her honeybuns, an apple fritter, a berry tart, and fruit porridge. Eliza had gotten used to food now, she didn't get sick anymore when eating it, so she smiled because she was able to enjoy this with her husband.

He plated himself and sat down. They started to eat, the silence was comfortable, like it always was, but love was in the air. Astarion was being particularly romantic today. Eliza looked at her rose sitting on the table, she smiled again.

She loves roses, Astarion often said that they reminded him of her. They are beautiful and dangerous, just like her.

The food was delicious, though Eliza had noticed it didn't taste exactly the same as when the cooks made it. She made note of this,

"This doesn't taste like the chef's cooking." She commented observantly.

"Is it bad?" Astarion asked, which was odd, but Eliza shook her head.

"Quite the opposite, actually. It's really good." She replied.

"Good, I was worried I may have overcooked a few things." Astarion chuckled, Eliza was completely blindsided, she whipped her head towards her husband, her facial expression was that of shock.

"You cooked this?!" She cried, looking at all the food on the table.

"It took me well over a few hours, but yes, I did." Astarion smiled. That was definitely something Eliza hadn't expected out of him. Suddenly the mundane meal that they shared daily, seem even more special. If Eliza still had a heartbeat, it would be thrumming out of her chest.

She smiled and even teared up some as she continued to eat her meal, with a new warmth in her, knowing her husband took the time to cook this.

After breakfast, Astarion led Eliza out into the city. They walked hand in hand for quite some time before finally arriving at the Baldur's Gate Garden.

The flowers were blooming beautifully this year, the scent of different floral was strong, but pleasant. They all complimented each other. In the center there was something a bit different.

Astarion sat Eliza down on the bench, he plucked a fresh rose and tucked it behind her ear, she looked up at him lovingly. He held her face tenderly as he leaned down and captured her lips in an even gentler kiss. He pulled away and sat down a few paces away.

He gave the harp a few test strokes before running his fingers elegantly along the instrument, making a gorgeous sound. Eliza smiled, what surprised her more though, was when Astarion started to hum before singing.

Once again, Eliza was completely surprised, Astarion plucked the harp strings gracefully as he sang beautifully in elvish, he sang an elven ballad. Eliza held her heart and completely melted into the music and her husband's voice.

Astarion looked up at his wife as he continued to play and sing in harmony, he smiled through the song when he saw his wife's stunned expression. He had hoped for that reaction; he had been taking lessons for months.

"You would still have my heart, until the end of time. You're all I need my love, my Valentine." Astarion concluded the song beautifully. Eliza clapped and stood; she hurried over to her husband. She sat in his lap and peppered him with kisses, he laughed as he held her waist.

"I take it that you liked it?" He asked.

"My Star, that was beautiful." She told him as she held his face in her hands, he chuckled.

"I'm glad you thought so." He replied shyly as he averted his eyes. Eliza sighed and nuzzled into him.

"Thank you." She said, Astarion looked down at her and smirked, his arrogant self-coming back,

"Oh, my love. I'm far from finished with you." He purred, Eliza smirked, knowing exactly what that had entailed. She slid off his lap, painfully slow, making him growl at her. She only smirked more mischievously. Astarion stood and took her by the hand and led her back to the palace.

[cherrygarden1408]

Why does everyone forget that Astarion is a stupid little dum dum when it comes to his ascended version? I mean, are you really falling for his "I'M A BIG AND STRONG VAMPIRE ASCENDED™ AND NOW IF I CAN DOMINATE IN BED, I CAN DOMINATE IN EVERYTHING ELSE TOO"? Just listen to what he says; it's all fantasies about how badass he will be and some kink ideas involving throne sex. Look at him—he has no idea how he’s actually going to achieve any of it. I wish we could ask him about his plans. How does he intend to make his grand scheme for world domination a reality? I imagine it would be an extremely hilarious dialogue.

Tav/Durge: So, what’s our plan for taking control of Baldur's Gate? You sounded so confident; you must have a plan, right?

Astarion: Of course I have a plan, darling. I'm a vampire ascended; there’s nothing I can’t do. We will manipulate, puppet, dominate, and show them all how powerful we are. And voilà, we rule the city! 😁

Tav/Durge: ...Um, okay, but could you share more details about this whole 'manipulation and domination' thing? How exactly are you going to pull this off?

Astarion: Little love , there’s nothing I would like more than to paint our splendid future together. Listen closely now:

Step 1: We acquire new, fancy, and elegant clothes; we will look so fabulous in silk, diamonds, and gold! 💅

Step 2: We stand before all the patriarchs of the city in all our glory, and they will weep and cry because they’ll never be as beautiful, powerful, and fabulous as we are! 😁

Step 3: We talk to them, and they will all enthusiastically agree to do whatever we, the most perfect, intelligent, and competent people in the world, tell them to do. 😃

Step 4: We rule the city from the shadows like mastermind puppeteers we are😎

Tav/Durge: ...I really doubt it will be that easy...

Astarion: Why would you doubt that, my treasure? I am VAMPIRE ASCENDED™ and you are MY DARK CONSORT™. There’s nothing we can’t do together! 🥰

Tav/Durge: *realizing that even the sacrifice of 7,000 souls wouldn't be enough to give this man even one brain cell*

[rielzero]

I LOVE YOU SO MUCCHHH

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Bond so strong they even blink at the same time lol

[pursuitseternal]

Fly through “The Fifth Day” in a new Batstarion update to “Antics of the Newly Ascended”

Ascended Astarion x f!Reader | M | 1.2K of fluffy bat fluff

Summary: You wake not quite yourself… and your Lord will be the one to guide you this time into the night

CW: cuteness, fluff, toothrotting fluff, bat sex teased, garden ruins, one Ascended Vampire that’s really just his idiotic, ambitious self.

Previous ch | Ao3 link | Masterlist

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It’s a quiet evening for once… you decided to lounge in your rooms, leaving Astarion to have to mingle bereft of your presence. He had pouted, but having you beg so prettily for a moment to yourself, he granted it to you. When you are happy, he is too. And of course he wants you rested, eager and willing for your nightly activities… You had scoffed at the implication in front of the rest of your party, even as your thighs grew hot and your body quivered with the promise of his adoration.

Your body had grown exceptionally heavy, the pull of sleep too great, despite your vampiric powers, your own as his consort that seemed to grow more every day. Your dreams are sweet and soft, like you are wrapped in the plushest of furs, cloaked in a blanket of your bond with your lord.

You can feel his approach even in your dreams, his silken voice tickling your ear as he speaks to you.

“How adorable you are, my pet,” he rasps right in your ear. You yawn and stretch, his caressing touch weaving through the top of your head…. But as your eyes open, your stomach drops.

Your world hangs upside down… or you do. You flail your arms, body shaking as you realize Astarion’s smirking, sharp and handsome face looms below you. It isn’t his hand in your hair… it’s his single digit scratching at the top of your head.

Suddenly, you plumet, arms… no wings flapping wildly as you fall.

Until he catches you in the palms of his hands. “And just when I thought you couldn’t get any more darling… my darling,” he croons quietly, your sensitive ears thankful for his consideration. “Seems the extension of Mephistopheles’ gift has granted you even more abilities as well, my love.”

You try to reply, but all that comes from your little throat are the same squeaking chitters your love has made in this same… form.

“Hush, my treasure,” he smirks. “Now it seems to be my turn to guide you in how to use your powers. And one who has supped on my blood, it seems only fair I be your teacher.” He sets you tenderly down on the bed, careful to let your feet settle first. It’s a strange feeling, claws for feet and wings for arms and fingers. You stretch them out, looking to see the thin skin pulled between your fingers, a soft blue-grey, the same color you see down your belly.

Your fur.

He cocks one hip, his expression one clearly savoring your discovery. Amused. “Think of all the possibilities this adds, my consort… all the new positions and forms we can… experiment with that might just bring us together in new and… exotic ways.”

“No way,” you push your voice into his mind, irritated. “I’m trapped as a bat, and all you can think of are the endless possibilities of fucking in this form?” Your annoyance takes over your body, your wings flapping in rage as you suddenly feel yourself lift from the bedding.

Flying.

“I will not be allowing you to fuck me as a bat… my lord.” You add his title just for formality, just to emphasize you vehement opposition.

Astarion gives a low, rumbling chuckle as he watches you dart around his face. “Well, my pet, we have an eternity for you to change your mind. But at the very least, I’ve spurred you to take flight.”

He crosses to the window, opening the lead-paned window into the cool night. Flashing that look of purest seduction, of ravenous desire in the twist of his smirk and the cant of his brows, he crosses back towards where you fly. A tingle of power pierces the air as he shifts. He swoops at you, the fluffy white bat you have held and pet and chided for being naughty. “Shall we?” he smirks on his pointed face, his voice like velvet even inside your mind.

He flits around you, running the claws of his feet through the fur on your back. It makes you… tingle—warm and molten.

“Dammit, I said no…” you dart away.

“Just a little flight, once around the City, my love. And I promise to be on my best behavior. No fangs or cock until we’ve returned, I swear.”

You give a high-pitched huff, flapping out the window and into the starry sky. You swoop and swirl through the air, following his fluffy white tail and outstretched wings. Diving through garden after garden, park and park, you can’t help but feel the rush of these powers, the way your bond with Astarion hums, vibrating like your membranous wings do as you fly. Flapping, he banks quickly to the side, you follow as best you can, realizing he’s led you back to the Lower City walls, and you instantly recognize these outer palace walls.

The Crimson Palace. Astarion’s old… new home….

He slows himself, an ancient garden enclosed by the palace’s walls, your destination it seems. A grand, stone arch, shadowed by the moonlight, is where he stops. Flipping himself around, he hangs from his own clawed feet in its pointed pinnacle.

You try to do the same, missing it by that much as you stop, fingers and toes clinging into the stone so you can scramble beside him. His body is still bigger than yours, wings wrap tight around you, his white fur that warm blanket you recall from your restful dreams. Nose twitching he holds you just so, the night darkening before dawn now. The garden is derelict, rotting bushes and broken stone figures. You wonder how anyone could think that C— that the former owner of this palace held any affluence.

Though you know the legers in the Counting House speak otherwise.

“Once the brain is defeated, this will all be ours, my treasure…” he purrs wistfully. You can feel the centuries of longing seeping into his thoughts. As if he had stared into this same garden countless times before.

Longing.

Begging for freedom. For light. For growth.

“Needs some work,” you hum in reply. “Some improvements, to be sure. Blooming flowers for one would be nice.”

“Whatever you desire, my love.”

You feel just a tickle, a brush of his head between your twitching, pointed ears. His little snuffles of breath warming your fur and making you spine tingle to be so close to him.

He seems to pull you tighter, wings clutched hard on your body to make you face him once more. “Now, unless you’ve changed your stance on experimentation… I would very much like to… return to our bed, little love.”

“Camp it is,” you laugh into his mind, pushing off him with your little claw feet to launch you back into the night.

“One day…” you hear him chuckle into your thoughts, distantly. Half to himself.

A series of flashes cross from your mind to his…

One day, this will be yours, your palace… One day you’ll fly home here, not some Inn with rooms to share… One day, this garden will bloom, and one day he will fuck you in it. Bat or no, you will be his in his palace. As he will be yours.

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For @marimosalad and @snowfolly