#i am biting astarion

[darkxaidan]

[bluebells-and-dragonflies]

Imagine Astarion with ears so sensitive that he's never willingly allowed anyone to touch them except for you. Imagine laying next to him in your bed, facing him, lifting your hand up slowly for that first touch. His eyes on yours, the rapidity of the breath he doesn't need to take, but still does reflexively. Seeing that he's nervous, but that he's trusting you, feeling his shaking hand come to rest on your waist. The audible sound he makes- half a moan, half a gasp- when you finally brush your thumb over the soft skin at the tip of his ear.

You trace the long shell of his ear and watch his pretty eyes, deep red like velvet in the moonlight, flutter shut. He says your name softly, as close as you've ever heard him to prayer. You pinch his earlobe gently, and his hips roll forward involuntarily, the jut of his hipbone pressing against your thigh as he makes himself still. Heat flares low in your belly, but you tamp it down as quickly as possible- likewise, Astarion makes himself still against you. This isn't sex and won't become sex, you'd promised each other (though that's not to say that you won't explore this thoroughly during one of your hours-long lovemaking sessions. He is all about experimentation these days, after all).

You lay there, touching him in his most vulnerable place, with reverence and grace and occasionally disbelief that you could be here at all with this beautiful, horrible, ridiculous and wonderful man, that you could be trusted so completely. You take in his every shuddering breath, the flexing of his fingers in your shirt, the softness of his mouth when he presses his lips to yours and tells you he loves you. If you have your way, if he has his, if somehow your utterly insane lives hold together for a year or a decade or ten, it will always be like this.

[rpgchoices]

If you keep insisting to have sex after Astarion tells you he does not want you to see him just as sex, he will say yes - and then be disappointed in himself. If you ask him "Then why the hell did you say yes to sleeping with me", he gives you the most heartbreaking answer

[loversandantiheroes]

Listen, I am an extremely sex positive person and there is little I like more than a good old fashioned "idiots fuck around and fall in love" smut fic, but I feel like there just isn't enough exploration of Astarion falling in love through feeding on Tav. Like, seriously, the man has been subsisting on rats and insects for two hundred years, and the first person he ever feeds on just...lets him do it? Willingly? I mean it's not exactly a surprise that Tav has to practically throw him off to get him to stop - it's not just that their blood is the best meal he's ever had, but he's never bitten anything with the intent to let it live before.

And then it has to go off the rails so fast for him if Tav lets him do it again. This man who has had everything stripped from him for so long now having this person who's willing to actually give him part of themselves to keep him fed and happy. Like, he outright tells you this is a gift you're giving him, one he surely did not expect to ever receive again, but now he's watching them stagger off to the healers in the morning for a lesser restoration before they even bother to stop at the fire for a cup of coffee, and all he can do is marvel at the sheer novelty of the situation, because to examine it closer, to really think about someone being selfless enough to give him what he needs for no other reason than that he needs it might send him into a spiral of paranoia.

And then for that to become habit. Coming to their bedroll as quietly as he can, learning to gentle his bite to something less feral, something more easily controlled. It's slower this way, careful and measured to make sure they don't wake, and he's sinking a little more into that embrace every night.

[kaitykatt]

I cosplayed a fem version of Astarion from Baldur’s Gate 3 👀

[iamayurtle]

My birthday was last week and celebrated with Baldur’s Gate 3

(Astarion is my boyfriend btw)

[lanaevyssmoved]

picturing bg3 if it came out during the kinnie era

[loquaciousquark]

OH NO THE ASTARION ROMANCE IS EVERYTHING I WANTED

[vassothmercar]

realistically, I know that within the baldur's gate universe vampires are somewhat rare and there isn't likely a lot of our most well-known vampires myths so blatant signs of vampirism (ex: Astarion's red eyes, fangs, pale skin and very unsubtle comments by our standards) might be brushed over. additionally, with the weird colors available for hair and skin and so on, Astarion is not very unusual looking. I still think it's extremely funny none of the companions figured out he was a vampire spawn. Lae'zel has the excuse of not being from Faerun, but well. You can argue that:

Shadowheart, as a cleric to the goddess of darkness and the night, should know how to identify creatures of the night like vampires spawns

Gale, as well known wizard and a genius who has likely read countless books regarding magical creatures of all alignments should know how vampire's and vampire spawns feel in the weave

Wyll, as a MONSTER-HUNTER AND MONSTER-SLAYER??? who has spent the time since he made his pact HUNTING monsters in the Storm Coast, monsters which likely include VAMPIRE SPAWNS should have identified ONE OF THE MONSTER-TYPES HE HAS LIKELY HUNTED BEFORE???

Karlach... Well Karlach is on thin ice because a) I hadn't recruited her by the time I got Astarion's vampire spawn reveal and b) she maybe could have heard of Astarion while she lived in Baldurs Gate, but with her unwilling trip to the Avernus she likely has never met a vampire/vampire spawn so she has more excuses NOT to recognize Astarion.

[satan-in-a-box]

The thing about Astarion is that this man is TERRIBLE at trying to hide that he's a vampire, but he's SO bad at it that he somehow loops back around to being successful anyway

My first playthrough, my first thought upon being tackled and threatened by this pasty-ass, white-haired, red-eyed asshole [affectionate] was "Oh, a vampire? Sweet!" only to immediately remember that it is Daytime and we are in The Sun and admonish myself for stereotyping. Like said to myself out loud "Don't make assumptions, that's rude! He could just have albinism!"

Basically what I'm saying is, while this man is definitely rolling a 2 on his Do Not Obviously Be A Vampire check, my dumb ass is immediately rolling a nat 1 on perception and convincing myself why the Super Obvious Vampire is Definitely Not A Vampire Actually

[maleficore]

I wish Astarion's act 1 scene looked different if you're playing The Dark Urge :( You can't convince me they wouldn't go at each other like wild animals to the point no one would be able to tell whether they're trying to actually fuck or just kill each other. Isn't the entire thing with that part that Astarion is using sex to try to manipulate them into keeping him safe? The game is acting like they did not have an entire sexually charged conversation about the ways they would like to be murdered like a day after they met and it's driving me mad!!! They're freaks!!!!! Show. It.

[vole-mon-amour]

*gently nibbles Halsin while giving him a shoulder kiss*

[jaca3rys]

When you have BG3 brainrot but can't get the game because you don't own anything it's available on plus it's fucking SIXTY DOLLARS BRO

[99corentine]

“Ahh-” Revenant exhales breathily, and the surprised jump of his pulse delivers another hot, smoky-sweet cascade into Astarion’s mouth, down his throat. He inhales sharply through his nose, flooded with the glorious aroma of wet metal and Revenant’s own scent, bitter ginger and bonfire. More. His pleasure-noises aren’t helpless anymore, now a low-throated groan that he hears echoed back to him from Revenant’s own parted lips. He feels a pressure on his leg - a tiefling-tail is coiling around his shin like a snake, seemingly independent of its owner - and the unconscious display of want makes Astarion want in turn. Give me more. There’s still a knife to Astarion’s throat but it’s no longer pressed in place, Revenant’s grip on it has grown lax. There’s a cruel, callous aspect of Astarion’s mind - the same one that steers him exactly where to bite - and that’s the part of him that’s in charge at the moment. One hand is still stroking deviously, distractedly against the base of that tail, tracing the little ridges of it, playing it like a lyre. The other shifts up to Revenant’s raised arm, slides across the wrist, the fingers loosely curled around the knife, to oh-so-gently prise it away…

Ao3: TOOTH FOR A TOOTH

[iamayurtle]

S T A R V I N G

[constantvariations]

The fact that we can't keep Astarion’s vampirism a secret so when he's inevitably caught sneaking out of our tent we have to pretend to be lovers to keep it all under wraps should be considered a crime