#tavstarion
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quiet evenings
astarion/staeve, 655w
“You’re such a cat,” Staeve teased Astarion, poking his nose. “You’ll make Slippers jealous.” “She can deal,” Astarion sniffled, mock-offended. “She did steal my spot, after all.” Staeve chuckled, and they both glanced down at the kitten curled up on his lap, her nose ridiculously and adorably tucked under her paw. “Don’t be mad at her, she’s very small and her life is very hard,” he cooed, scritching the fur between her ears with a careful fingernail. “I’m not mad, I’m jealous.”
cat coded people adopt a cat, more at eleven
https://archiveofourown.org/works/55755262
staeve belongs to @velnna (thank you for letting me play with him!!!) and he and astarion share a little apartment in the depths of my brainrot 24/7 ♥
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A private lecture
on twt:
https://x.com/skeptical_lynx/status/1788139591066685498?s=46&t=EuBiJuFrpmM7JiLiuDbaCA
it’s a direct continuation of the professors AU comic. in the privacy of Vapula’s office
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#astarion#astarion ancunin#tavstarion#astarion x tav#baldur’s gate tav#baldurs gate tav#baldur’s gate 3#vapula
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stay with me tonight ♥
Astarion & Vhyra #bloodmoon
-my hands are shaking I want to show you the colored version so much but first, sketch time ♥
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Burn
My heart always hurts when I watch the cutscene where Astarion burns under the sun. Dammit Larian Studios
Summary: You chase after Astarion when he runs away from the rising sun and remind him that you chose him.
You watch as blue lines crawl across his skin, steam rising as the sun eats away at him once more, now that he is free of the parasite. You hear the panic and sadness in his voice as reality sets in — he is no longer immune to the sun, condemned forever to live in the shadows. His ruby red eyes lift to meet yours as his skin scorches, an apology falling from his lips and he rushes to find shelter before you can say anything.
“Astarion!” You shout, watching his fading figure. He doesn’t look back, of course he doesn’t, he doesn’t have the time to when all he can think about is how his skin is searing. Your other companions remain rooted but your legs find an extra burst of energy and soon you find yourself hot on your lover’s trail, desperate to find him.
“Astarion!” You call out, panting from the exertion. Running like that just after defeating a Netherbrain was not a good idea, and you can feel your head spinning. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to steady yourself and lean against the nearby wall, getting as much air into your lungs as possible.
“Astarion,” you gasp, forcing yourself to keep moving, telling yourself that the vampire was suffering more than you were. You stagger onwards, barely remembering where you last saw him and pray that he hasn’t gotten far.
You make your way to a stack of crates hidden behind a docked ship and find a figure huddled in the corner, shaking. You stumble towards the figure, fingers hastily fumbling for the clasp of your cloak which you throw around the figure’s shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug.
“Star,” you breathe, relieved. You feel his arms slide around your waist tentatively, cautiously hugging you back.
“Why are you here?” He whispers. The scent of your lifeblood fills his nose, causing fangs to peek out but he holds himself back, holds the hunger back.
“For you, of course.” You continue to hold onto him tightly. “I’m not leaving you alone, not ever.”
“Why?” He can feel you, feel your warmth, your touch, but a part of him still nags at him, trying to convince him that this is all just a dream, that you want nothing to do with him, not when he is confined to the darkness. He runs his fingers through your hair, taking in the fact that you’re here with him, that you came for him when you could be out in the new dawn with the others.
“Why? Because I love you, I’m hopelessly in love with you and I don’t want a future without you.” Your fingers ghost over the burns, an ache in your heart when you see how badly the sun has burnt him. Even as the sun scorched him, he still took the time to apologise, to look you in the eye, to tell you of how much he enjoyed the journey.
“Even if it means being unable to live in the day? Being unable to feel the sun on your skin?” The words cause a lump to form in his throat. He wants to push you away, tell you to find someone else, someone better. You deserve so much better than whatever he can give you, you deserve to be able to live with the sun warming your skin, you deserve —
“Yes. I know what it means to be in a relationship with you, I know it means never seeing the sun again, never feeling its warmth, but it’s a price I’m willing to pay if it means I get to spend the rest of my life with you.” The fierce fire he fell in love with back then burns in your eyes, daring him to deny you your choice and he feels himself falling for you all over again.
Your devotion to the people you care about, the lengths you would go for each of them, the love you had for those around you. He had once found all these traits foolish, but now they were his saving line, the reason you were currently kneeling by his side, tenderly caressing the rough burnt skin of his cheek as you firmly declared your intent to remain by his side for the rest of your life.
You pull the cloak over his head and shoulders, ensuring they cover as much of his skin as possible.
“I look terrible, don’t I?” He gives a hollow laugh.
“And yet still so beautiful. It’s not fair how you can pull that off.” You chuckle, tilting your head to offer your neck to him.
“Drink up,” you say with a smile so bright it blinds him. “Then we’ll head back to Elfsong Tavern and discuss what to do next.”
He tugs at the cloak around him. It smells of you, the scent deep and warm. He buries himself in it, grateful for the protection it provides and gently rests his lips against your bare neck. His fangs prick your skin, and then dig deeper as blood begins to flow into his mouth. The cracking blue lines on his skin start to fade, his usual pale likeness coming back as he drinks your precious lifeblood, savouring every drop freely given.
“Thank you,” he whispers against your neck.
“Anytime,” you murmur back, holding him close. It always brings a sense of comfort, feeling him in your embrace, breathing in his scent. You hold him for a while longer, basking in the feeling of his cold undead skin against your warm living skin until the others find the both of you.
Your group makes its way back to Elfsong Tavern while shielding Astarion from the sun’s rays. The walk is filled with a quiet yet comfortable silence, exhaustion from the day’s fight and thoughts of the future that lay ahead setting in.
Everyone files into their own rooms, leaving you and Astarion standing in the corridor, facing one another.
“You really mean it?” He asks. He has to confirm, he has to make sure that he is making the right decision to entrust a part of his future to you.
“Mean what?” You tilt your head quizzically.
“That you don’t mind staying with me.” He shifts his weight from one leg to another, playing the corners of the cloak over his head.
“I mean it. We’ll find a way to get you walking in the sun again, and if we cannot, then I don’t mind spending the rest of my life in the shadows.” You take his hand in yours, squeezing it tightly. “You’re all I need, you’re all I want in this future of my choosing. I hope I’m in the future you choose as well.”
In the future he chooses? He…oh right. Cazador is dead, there is no master to tell him what to do, to control his every move. He can decide what he wants to do next, where he wants to go, who he chooses to spend his time with.
And he wants to spend it all with you.
“Of course you are, my love. There’s no one else I’d rather have.” He flashes his usual smile, eyes softening at the way you light up upon hearing his words.
“Then…let’s start planning it, together.”
“Together.” He agrees, liking the way his new future sounds. Even if he had to skulk in the shadows for eternity, maybe such a life wasn’t so bad with you around. He would have you to wake up to, be able to hold you, be loved by you, even if he had to burn under the sun.
He wouldn’t have it any other way.
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion bg3#baldurs gate astarion#astarion romance#astarion x durge#astarion x reader#astarion x tav#astarion x you#astarion ancunin#tavstarion#durgestarion
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and hell yeah, im a dick, girl. addicted to you
nsft under cut, also on twitter
#everytime i do my daily practice sketch it turns into some shit like this#i was like “i think ill draw a guy sitting in a chair” NAHH#i am the king of forgetting to flip the image im stupid whatever im too lazy to fix it#thats a lichtenberg scar on my tav btw#astarion#baldurs gate fanart#bg3 smut#bg3 tav#tav x astarion#tavstarion#origin: adriannu#bg3 fanart#bg3 astarion#tav#bg3 art#astarion ancunin#nsft#no lie i think this might be the first time ive ever drawn astarion in his camp clothes#if i dont draw him with his nips out assume ive been tadpoled
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For @gthvils - hope you like it! Thank you for letting me animate your lovely Tav! Also big thanks to @bhaalbaaby for providing the model!
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the night before baldur’s gate
#fanart#solstarion#sol#astarion#astarion ancunin#bg3#bg3 tav#bg3 astarion#bg3 fanart#baldurs gate 3 fanart#baldurs gate tav#baldurs gate astarion#baldurs gate 3#tavstarion#tav x astarion#tav/astarion#astarion/tav#astarion x tav#astarion/oc#bg3 oc#gallery
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Tav/Durge: Okay, so, are we fighting or flirting? I'm getting mixed signals here.
Astarion: My fangs are literally inches away from your throat right now.
Tav/Durge: That doesn't answer my question.
#''What are we'' questions; Astarions worst enemy#bg3#baldurs gate 3#astarion#astarion ancunin#durge#the dark urge#tav#bg3 tav#tavstarion#durgestarion#durge x astarion#astarion x durge#tav x astarion#astarion x tav
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girls' night
#tav#tavstarion#astarion#bg3#bg3 fanart#bg3 tav#bg3 astarion#bg3 art#baldurs gate 3#astarion ancunin#mine#my art#fanart#the100dayproject#traditional art#oc#oc: ren
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Astarion warmup as I get to work on comms :)
#Astarion#astarion acunin#tavstarion#durgestarion#bg3#baldur’s gate 3#baldur’s gate#my art#Astro art
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I can’t stop drawing these two ;w;
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#astarion#tavstarion#astarion x tav#bg3 tav#bg3 fanart#bg3 astarion#Iliris is my partner’s tav c:
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"You saved me back there. I may not have appreciated it at the time. But I do now. Thank you."
Averyll sometimes dreams that he's a merman rescuing Astarion from tumultuous waves.
The incredible Paxsu_X brought my vision to life and I couldn't be more pleased.
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#mermaid#astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion x tav#bg3 fanart#astarion romance#Peridots and Rubies#OC: Averyll Springheart#art by#Patsu_X#mermay 2024#merman#mermaid art#tavstarion#astarion x male tav#male oc#male tav
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He's trying.
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#parody#bg3 oc#astarion#bg3 astarion#baldurs gate 3 astarion#bg3 tav#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion and tav#tavstarion#tav x astarion#astarion x tav#astarion bg3#baldur's gate astarion#bg astarion#astarion baldurs gate#baldur's gate 3 astarion
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Another sexy Astarion fic - this time with Halsin
Not so much bdsm as the other chapters, but I'm including it anyhow.
All the chapters work as standalones, so if it piques your interest you can start right at the threesome :P
*SAMPLE*
“May I kiss you?” Halsin asks. His fingers tease a few buttons and a few laces without opening anything yet.
“Hmm,” you grin. “Why not ask Astarion?”
Halsin rumbles a laugh. “Astarion,” elven lips caressing each syllable, “may I kiss your lover?”
“Oh, please do,” Astarion is just out of your sight line.
Shifting so his body is pressed along your side, Halsin runs a thumb on your lower lip. The firelight catches his warmly tanned skin and he looks like he’s glowing against the night sky above. For not the first time, you realize how big Halsin is compared to yourself, and then his welcoming mouth is against yours. You’re struck by how massive he is compared to Astarion, you’ve become so very used to him this last little while.
After so long kissing Astarion, it is exciting and strange to navigate a new mouth. The different tastes surprise you, the different pace that Halsin sets as he takes your bottom lip between his, and then his tongue runs along your lips, lights a fire in your belly. He’s more patient than Astarion. As you kiss him back, you feel him pulling your body to press harder against him.
Breaking his lips from yours, Halsin asks, “Astarion?”
“Yes?”
“May I remove your lover’s clothes?”
“Absolutely.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54065329/chapters/141648049#workskin
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Choices
I'm currently in the middle of flying overseas for my schl's exchange trip and yes I typed this all out whilst turbulence was crazy it was not a fun experience.
Summary: You and Astarion talk the night before you confront Cazador
"I thought you did your brooding in your tent."
"Sometimes, my dear, a change of scenery is good for brooding." He looks up at you, shifting to the right a little. You sit down in the spot created, legs dangling over the edge just like his. His shoulder gently brushes against yours as he turns his gaze back to the sprawling city that is Baldur's Gate. You follow the direction of his gaze, taking in the flickering lights of the city at night and breathe in the crisp cool air.
"So, what's the brooding about on this fine night?" You turn to look at him, admiring the way his curls gently sway in the breeze, the way the moonlight highlights the silver of his hair. He was always beautiful, elegant, handsome, all at the same time, with that hint of sorrow in his ruby red eyes. The same pair of eyes shift to rest on you, taking in your splendour and searches for a way to put his thoughts into words. He isn't even sure what the brooding is about today, all he knows is that he wanted some time away from camp, away from the rest of the party and their energy so that he can take in what will happen tomorrow. He wasn't expecting any company, the others knew better than to disturb him but yours is a welcomed one, lest his thoughts drown him.
"Everything, I suppose." He hums, turning back to look at the city again. It's been a while since he's set foot in those streets, and the last time he was here he was a slave to Cazador, prowling the streets at night for naive prey. Now he's back, free from Cazador's control, free to walk in the same streets in the sun, free to do whatever he wanted. He couldn't be forced to bow to someone else's whims, he was his own person and could choose his own path, as you had told him many times over. Sometimes, he still struggles to comprehend that, he's been a slave for so long that thinking about himself is something long lost to him, but you're patient, catching him when he falls along the way, never demanding anything of him.
"It's been a while since we were last here." You nod. "It is a lot to take in, so many things have changed."
"Everything has changed." He whispers, but you catch his words. Resting your hand on top of his, you give it a gentle squeeze followed by a soft smile of reassurance, the silent promise reaffirmed. He blinks, slowly, and returns the smile, a smile he only ever shows you. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Neither would I." You agree. "I like the change."
"If you keep complimenting me like that, my love, I will have to return the favour." He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Are you sure you're ready for that?"
When he leans in closer, you start blushing. His lips are a hair breadth's away from yours, tantalizingly close yet so far and you yearn to close the gap but you wait for him to make the move. He pauses, seeking your approval before closing the gap, feeling the softness of your lips, your sweet taste flooding his mouth. His kiss is gentle, filled with yearning and uncertainty, just like his current turmoil of emotions. You kiss back, never wanting to let him go but your need for air forces you to and the both of you part unwillingly.
"Tomorrow we confront Cazador," he murmurs.
"We do. Together." You say firmly. "You're not doing this alone, we'll all be right there by your side."
He gives you a sad smile, "I still…I still worry. I don't know if I can do this, if I can fight him."
"If you can't, we'll fight him on your behalf. Don't worry, we'll make sure he pays dearly." You feel an anger burn deep within you at the vampire lord, swearing vengeance on him for Astarion's sake, but you also know in the end, Astarion will have to be the one dealing the final blow, or Cazador will have him forever, even in true death. It doesn't matter if your party manages to defeat Cazador without Astarion, if Astarion doesn't defeat Cazador, it will all have been for naught.
"But what if Cazador tells them about all the things I've done? What if that causes them to turn on me? You and I can't win that fight." His hands tremble, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "What if Cazador still has control over me and forces me to attack you?"
"Then we'll make sure none of those come to pass."
"He's a vampire lord, Y/N! He's powerful, terrifying, he —"
"Isn't the worst thing we have and will face. We've stared down one of the Dead Three and we know we have to defeat an elder brain controlled by the Crown of Karsus, Cazador is nothing compared to them. If we can survive a fight with Myrkul and emerge victorious, we can defeat Cazador before he gets the chance to open that damned hole he calls a mouth." You snarl out the last part, much to Astarion's surprise. His lip quivers and he feels tears start to stream down his face, the liquid quickly cooling in the night air. His shoulders start shaking with silent sobs and you panic. This was not the reaction you wanted out of him, this was far from the reaction you were looking for.
"I'm sorry Astarion! I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry, I —" Before you can blabber on, he wraps his arms around you tightly, burying his face into your shoulder, effectively silencing you.
"You didn't say anything wrong. You said everything perfectly, like you always do." He sniffs, adjusting his hug. He buries a hand in your hair whilst the other rests on your back. "You're always full of surprises."
"Well, that is one of my strengths," you smile, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. You return the hug, nuzzling into his hair and simply hold him while he lets everything out.
Astarion cannot deny that he's still worried about facing Cazador, that the very thought sends his undead heart thundering in his chest. In his two hundred years under Cazador, not once had he ever thought about standing against Cazador, all that fight had been long beaten out of him, but that all changed when you crashed into his life, dragging a few others along with you. To think that one day, he would find the courage to fight Cazador alongside people he considered friends (to a certain degree), that he would find someone he wanted to devote his life to. If he told his past self about this, his past self would have scorned him, told him to stop dreaming and face the reality of an eternal life as Cazador's puppet. But this was real, all this was real. He wasn't dreaming, he was in reality, a reality he had thought was long lost to him.
Your warmth washes over him, anchoring him in the reality that is his. When the sun dips below the horizon tomorrow, the future will be his to dictate. His and his alone. Looking into your eyes that hold so much love for him, he decides right there and then. He chooses to have you in the future that awaits him, he chooses to forge a future where the both of you can be together, unbound by fear.
He chooses you.
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion bg3#baldurs gate astarion#astarion romance#astarion x durge#astarion x reader#astarion x tav#astarion x you#astarion ancunin#tavstarion#durgestarion
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safe and sound ♬
levi (tav) x astarion x carys (durge).
somewhere along act ii after the confession scene.
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#bg3 fanart#astarion#astarion x tav#tav x astarion x durge#astarion x durge#bloodurge#tavstarion#renders#bg3 render#my art#oc: carys#oc: levi
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