#astarion x original male character

[ancuninfiles]

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[imagineitdearies]

~ A Flawed Eternity ~

(AKA drabbles set in the Perfect Slaughter universe.)

In which Astarion has a moment during the horrors of Chapter 30. Content warning for SA.

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Astarion loved when Tyrus touched him. With rare exceptions—days he could barely tolerate the feel of his own skin, much less that of another—he otherwise felt perpetually starved for any and all of it. Tyrus’s knee resting against his, his head on his chest, his hands tracing or gripping nearly any part of Astarion’s body. Astarion loved the feel of Tyrus’s lips in particular, so soft and fleeting, though on more occasions of late firmer, bolder. Passionate.

He loved having Tyrus under him, sweet and affectionate and welcoming him in. Often, he felt as if he’d captured something impossibly precious—something worth caring for.

But right now, all Astarion felt as Tyrus touched him was a nauseous sort of disgust.

He kept his body still anyway and allowed it. What other option was there? Make Tyrus’s commands harder to obey in a childish fit? Or worse, aggravate the monster behind them until he commanded something worse? Perhaps the latter had been an option—before Tyrus arrived.

Give me your mouth . . . Astarion tensed further as the same beautiful mouth traveled down his jaw now, the one he’d exposed to these sorts of intimacies and taught how to kiss. In effect, making Tyrus an even more vulnerable target to Cazador’s attentions.

And Astarion had just laid there watching it happen.

Weak. Helpless. Powerless.

Tyrus’s lips paused now, interrupting Astarion’s inner spiral of loathing as he spoke in the mental connection still strung between them, Is this alright?

Astarion wanted to scream at him for such a question. Or maybe laugh, loud and mocking.

It wouldn’t fucking matter if it wasn’t alright, would it? he answered, not bothering to disguise the disgust laced in his mental tone. Then braced himself for Tyrus’s hand to continue cupping against his groin, for his lips to keep trailing across Astarion’s skin.

But Tyrus pulled back completely with both his hands and mouth, because he was Tyrus. And as stupid as Astarion would once have thought such a course of action, given their master watching them right now, he’d grown begrudgingly used to this sweet man’s quiet but stalwart acts of rebellion always on Astarion’s behalf.

He looked up at Astarion with his pale brows pulled together, his lips tight with concern, his eyes soft with—well, love, Astarion couldn’t deny. Then Tyrus mentally replied, It does. And when Astarion only frowned back, unsure what he was getting at, Tyrus clarified, It matters.

What an utterly absurd statement, Astarion nearly answered once he understood. Given the reality of his last nine or so decades—given the disgusting, rhythmic sensation of Cazador using him this very moment—the sentiment felt as insulting as it was naive.

What a futile nicety. What a lie.

And then Astarion saw the pure sincerity in Tyrus’s loving gaze . . . and something hard and dagger-sharp inside him cut through his ribcage.

It hurt. That was the strangest part, about receiving care and kindness after so long he’d forgotten their existence entirely. Like stretching muscles after being strung up for months. Like eyes acclimating to light after a year of darkness. Even now, years since Tyrus had crashed into his life with all the brightness, beauty, and otherworldly power of a meteor from the astral plane, Astarion still found himself wanting to recoil.

Instead, in this one case, he leaned into the pain.

And as his head fell and his face buried into the crook of Tyrus’s neck and shoulder, a sob wrenching from his aching chest, the next touch of Tyrus’s hand in his curls made Astarion feel almost as if he was something worth caring for in return.

[fighterfenn]

I'll always be here, my love.

[imagineitdearies]

What do I say except I'm on my knees for you at this point, @littleskrib?? Everyone who follows me for this fic, please give all the love for this work of art 😭😭

It's alright | 26122023

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Based on a scene of @asterbae's story "Perfect Slaughter". I already did some simple character art before, but this particular scene in chapter 10 just hit differently and I wanted to bring this to paper since the first time I read it. reader discretion is advised, pls read the tags before checking it out

[rielzero]

:( He wanted cuddles.

[strawvee]

Bonding♡

[loulouhattie]

Caption this wip, wrong answers only

[imagineitdearies]

Oh this is PERFECT 😭😭

thank you so so much, you drew our boys so well 🥹

I took some time out of work to draw a sketch of a moment with my favorite boys from the 22nd chapter of the story, which I loved with all my heart a month and a half ago, having read all the chapters that had been released at that time in one day. And since then I don’t want to part with them. Tyrus and Astarion from "Perfect Slaughter" by @asterdurge. Thank you very much for what you do. I experience a whole range of different emotions, and it’s all thanks to you. You made Cazador truly scary, something that was sorely missing in bg3. Every time he appears, I feel anxious, expecting another trick from him haha Cute moments (and more) with Tyrus and Astarion are every time like a breath of fresh air after days of being underground❤️

[alpaca-clouds]

Whumpuary 11: Donor

Prompts: Blood, "Let's get this over with"

And we have the new @whumpuary story. This one is very much on the Hurt/Comfort stuff - and we have Astarion once interacting with Kantei. Blood drinking included.

Donor

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Ship: Astarion/m!Tav, Astarion & Female OC Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Tav is exhausted. Astarion is hungry. So, an annoyed Kantei offers him her blood.

Tagging @0nelittlebirdtoldme for the blood drinking and Astarion.

[lynnlovesthestars]

Sneak peak posted on patron and kofi

The kofi one has an old sketch of Lynn and Astarion I made back in December

[druidtavven]

Druid Tav'ven [Pages 6-8]

Previous [Pages 1-5]<==> Next [9-15]

To the beginning HERE: [Pages 1-5]

[ancuninfiles]

More amazing @bloodoathlilith art 🥵

(Full version on Twitter)

[imagineitdearies]

~ A Flawed Eternity ~

(AKA drabbles set in the Perfect Slaughter universe)

In which Tyrus and Astarion enjoy modern literature.

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“Not interrupting I hope, darling?”

If not for immediate recognition of the voice, Tyrus may have dropped his book and cast Fire Bolt first, asked questions later.

Two days outside of the palace and he still felt—well, only a bit more safe, amongst a thousand other emotions. Luckily the person to thank for the majority of that safety now stood just past the door that had somehow opened without Tyrus hearing, who was grinning and holding a larger bag than he’d returned with the previous evening.

Tyrus relaxed and laid the book on his lap, gesturing at its pages as he answered, “Oh, just judging your choice in literature for me.”

Astarion brightened further at that—he’d brought Tyrus an impressive pile after his first shopping spree yesterday—and was quick to shut the door and hurry into their heavily curtained room above the Elfsong Tavern, leaning over Tyrus at the side of the bed to see what exactly he was reading.

Tyrus sighed and flipped it to show the cover, though he watched with a small smirk at how ecstatic Astarion was to see its title, The One that Got A Thay.

Astarion put on a playful pout right after, throwing a hand out in dramatic gesture as he spoke with playful shock, “You read most of it without me! I expected this to be the last book you picked from my selection, love.”

There were three arcane books that looked useful, even could teach Tyrus a new variety of spells now that he wasn’t confined to Cazador’s purposes. And besides a few general adventure books Tyrus had spied two more volumes of the Drizzt legends, though he wouldn’t dream of reading those without Astarion. Last, he’d noted the smut book, read its description and scoffed a bit—and ended up devouring it over the last three hours.

���I suppose I wanted a break from studying important things, after . . . so long,” he shrugged, smoothing a finger down the crisp pages.

Astarion’s face gentled. He discarded his cloak and bag and sat more properly next to Tyrus, pulling him in with an arm around his shoulder. “You’ll just have to catch me up, then,” he replied with a quick kiss to Tyrus’s ear. “I want to hear all about this dark, brooding necromancer and the pure-hearted, muscled beserker who changed his life.“

Tyrus was happy to oblige over the next few minutes: “Well, the two wasted half the book arguing with each other, the necromancer doesn’t know how to talk about feelings—no, much worse than you’ve ever been, Astarion—and the author kept describing the berserker’s size over and over again during the first sex scene, why does that even matter? But otherwise, it’s a rather interesting story and the plot entails a lot of history . . .”

They spent the next few hours reading the last third of the book aloud, laughing at the wrong parts, critiquing every unrealistic aspect of the sex scenes, and having such a lovely, relaxed evening together that Tyrus felt nothing but pleased to find a book titled A Pleasurable Deal added to the pile after the next shopping trip.

Maybe it was a strange thing to enjoy, given everything they’d both been through . . . but maybe a little escapism was healthy, every now and then.

[fighterfenn]

The new kiss animation killed me 🥹😭❤️

[erinlasgalen]

Drabbles on the best romance in game, ever! Tav walks around naked the first time, and Astarion loses all his elvish grace and just trips unceremoniously, right at Tav's feet.

Read the drabbles here xD

[baldurs-writers-3]

Horror: A Baldur's Gate 3 Fanfiction Rec List

This week, we have Horror! Check under the cut for seven fics that explore some of the darker and more frightening elements of Faerun, and as always, comment and kudos if you like them!

Hand, Hearth, and Home by ElleKhen (393,131, Explicit) Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Body Horror Pairings: Astarion/Male Tav

This fic covers the backstory and in-game story of a warlock who was raised by a shadow-fey-possessed church. After being infected by the mind flayer tadpole, he meets a dream guardian who appears to him as a childhood friend and first love who he thought dead. As his party goes on with their quest, he is also forced to face the consequences of his shadow-cursed existence, and what that means for the people he loves.

Reccer says: I love that this fic is full of visceral, angsty smut and exciting action. But the author always follows up the hurt with comfort. They especially approach the Astarion romance with so much care, and do a great job of writing his voice. Due to the nature of Church’s magic, there are body horror elements especially when the story covers the events of Act 2. This fic expands upon the Shadowlands, Shadowfell, the Raven Queen, and shadow magic as a whole to depict terrifying sequences Church must face with his companions (and lover) beside him. I learned a lot about that particular D&D lore that way, and it made Act 2 feel a lot bigger and scarier than it originally felt.

A Dream of Silence by AbigailMoment (2,683, Mature) Content Notes: possible main char death Pairings: astarion/tav

An interactive story, where you have to save Astarion from a horrible nightmare of worst thing that Cazador ever did to him

Reccer says: Very well written with tons of replayability. Also you get to pet his hair

What Could Have Been by Bella1433! (119,228, Explicit) Content Notes: Dark themes, there are archive warnings Pairings: Tav (named) X Astarion

The maze scene, the race through the city. Astarion is a terrifying vampire lord in this fic!

Reccer says: Vampire lord acting like a vampire lord and being terrifying! Using his powers

The Tyrant, the Assassin, and the Corpse by aqeldroma (3,241, Explicit) Content Notes: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Murder Pairings: The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash

After the Hall of Wonders, the Dark Urge visits Gortash to test him in another way. When she finds someone already in his bed, the night turns predictably violent.

Reccer says: Pre-canon Dark Urge and Gortash pairing, set back when they are testing each other's limits. The horrific things happen to everyone in their orbit, naturally.

Hunger is Satisfaction by CountTavula (25,904, Explicit) Content Notes: Very dark content Pairings: Tav X Astarion

The psychological horror in this is extremely high and surprisingly so.

Reccer says: Its a thriller, psychological horror, not even a dark fantasy most times, just...dread

The Vanishing of Astarion Ancunín: The beginning by Gally (3,526, Mature) Content Notes: None Pairings: None

A glimpse at his last few days of life and the first terrifying minutes of his new unlife.

Reccer says: He wasn't an evil man, he wasn't a great man... he was just a man.

Bathed in Sound by Nikolai_237 (1,005, General) Content Notes: None Pairings: Karlach/Tav

In the Feyweird, not all is dangerous but most is unsettling. For instance, sometimes you find your partner just sitting in the middle of a bunch of floating whale skeletons.

Reccer says: This is my first concept fic for the Feyweird, my psychological horror playground, and for some reason people seem to like it. I enjoy writing creepy stuff and I love weaving horror into my work.

The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ!

Next week, we’ll be returning with a character rec list, this time for Lae’zel!