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How to show emotions

Part IV

How to show bitterness

tightness around their eyes

pinched mouth

sour expression on their face

crossed arms

snorting angrily

turning their eyes upward

shaking their head

How to show hysteria

fast breathing

chest heaving

trembling of their hands

weak knees, giving in

tears flowing down their face uncontrollably

laughing while crying

not being able to stand still

How to show awe

tension leaving their body

shoulders dropping

standing still

opening mouth

slack jaw

not being able to speak correctly

slowed down breathing

wide eyes open

softening their gaze

staring unabashingly

How to show shame

vacant stare

looking down

turning their head away

cannot look at another person

putting their head into their hands

shaking their head

How to show being flustered

blushing

looking down

nervous smile

sharp intake of breath

quickening of breath

blinking rapidly

breaking eye contact

trying to busy their hands

playing with their hair

fidgeting with their fingers

opening mouth without speaking

Part I + Part II + Part III

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Of Blood and Wine

Chapter Three: A Town of Thieves

Summary:

Moments later, Enkiel returned, carrying two large goblets with what seemed to be wine. He swirled the liquids around for a second, glanced at the now-silent table before sitting down beside the spawn and handing him the slightly heavier cup. “Thank you darling, but I’m not in the mood to drink.” A hand blocked the goblet from the table, Enkiel’s orange eyes meeting his with a silent plea. His hand lowered, but grabbed the stem of the cup instead, rolling his eyes before glancing down into it. The red liquid looked.. different from the standard wine color these kinds of taverns usually had. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head up to the tiefling again with a curious look. Enkiel smiled, gesturing for Astarion to try it. “I think you’ll like it.”

A longfic that takes place in an alternative universe, where my named Tav helps Astarion get rid of his tormentor and make friends along the way. Keep in mind, i don't know any dnd lore or faerun lore outside of the main game so I'm making it up as I go.

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A violin took over after, a long pause from the screeching of pirates while the tiefling woman finally met their eyes. From her chest, an orange glow showed her ribcage and Astarion finally understood. The song was about her, the devil with a heart of iron. Enkiel either had the revelation before him, or didn’t seem bothered by such a statement.

“Is that you Enkiel?” The woman spoke, a large smile spreading over her already cheerful face. She got up and shoved the table aside, barely soft enough so it wouldn’t topple before she thumped her way over to the two of them. Astarion held his breath, watching her get closer and closer until he could feel her heat burning at his skin. “Long time no see aye? Come to write me another song?”

Enkiel flushed darker blue at her words and Astarion let out a breathy chuckle. The bard making a song for his friend wasn’t unheard of. Astarion had even bedded a few who returned the next morning with songs for him, although Enkiel didn’t seem the type of bard to do such a thing.

“And bringing friends I see?” The tiefling woman turned to Astarion with a wide smile, wiggling her shaped eyebrows underneath her hat. “Or perhaps more than that, he seems like your type.”

Astarion cleared his throat, he wasn’t used to being talked about in this way anywhere but Cazador’s palace. The tiefling woman didn’t mind though, simply moving to give the other a hug before turning to sit back down inside her crew-bubble. “Names Karlach by the way, pleasure to meet ya.”

“Astarion,” He responded with a respectful - but sarcastic - bow. The song had come to an end by the time introductions were finished and Enkiel had gone to get drinks, leaving Astarion beside the new-found company with an awkward silence. 

Then the half-elf spoke up with a rather unpleasant tone, speaking to Karlach more than him. “What does he want now, we all know he ain’t all that he seems.” She flicked a hand towards the mug on the table in disgust, then took off her hat to ruffle her blonde hair. 

Her eyes met his and a shiver ran over his spine. Darkness as far as he could see, he couldn’t even spot a pupil within her eyes but he didn’t comment on it. In fact he remained silent, keeping an eye out for his tiefling ‘savior’ to come rescue him.

Moments later, Enkiel returned, carrying two large goblets with what seemed to be wine. He swirled the liquids around for a second, glanced at the now-silent table before sitting down beside the spawn and handing him the slightly heavier cup.

“Thank you darling, but I’m not in the mood to drink.” A hand blocked the goblet from the table, Enkiel’s orange eyes meeting his with a silent plea. His hand lowered, but grabbed the stem of the cup instead, rolling his eyes before glancing down into it.

The red liquid looked.. different from the standard wine color these kinds of taverns usually had. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head up to the tiefling again with a curious look. Enkiel smiled, gesturing for Astarion to try it.

“I think you’ll like it.”

Like it.. pff. If Enkiel only knew the struggle Astarion went through to be able to stomach wine of all things. It hadn’t been easy and it all tasted the exact same, no matter the brand or age-

Subconsciously he had swirled the liquid beneath his nose, his pupils blew up once his mind gestured what he was holding. Then, a glance to confirm his suspicion, the dark liquid staining the dark metal more than any wine should’ve.

No, this wasn’t wine.. was it?

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Snow and Ice

Pairing: Astarion x Drow Male!Tav

Summary: 6 months after the defeat of the netherbrain, winters starts to come. Astarion's not as excited as he normally is, but Tav shows him the joy of ice and snow when together and free.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit | Smut | Dub-con | Mention of Astarion's past

Word Count: 3.557 words

Notes: Inspired by @justporo BG3 Winter holiday post! Had an idea for the second prompt so here it is!

Posted on AO3! Link below for the full thing :)

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During their travels, Astarion had fallen in love with the drow rather quickly. Tav fell like a brick for his honeyed words and within a couple of nights Astarion managed to bed the man. All in all the plan had been going well, if not for his own uncomfortably warm feelings to act up. In return, he too fell for the drow, not as fast, but he definitely fell harder in the end.

Astarion sat back with a sigh, leaning against the soft velvet cushions of their sofa, eyes scanning along the small framed pictures on the wall. Pictures of their friends, Scratch and them littered the wooden walls, occasionally shaking when the wind brushed too hard through their shitty apartment.

Honestly? He had expected more from the city as a thanks, the shitty apartment barely held itself standing with the rest of the buildings within the lower city. Small cracks in the wall let in the cold air from outside, the rats had been a constant unpleasant reminder of his past and gods, the place reeked of smoke every single day.

He’d come to learn that the renters of the place were chain smokers, they had several pipes and refused to even think about smoking outside, let alone smoke less. Still, the place has its charm, the small decorations and ‘home’ accessories Tav added made the place feel homey. Astarion barely knew what home was, but the longer he looked around, the more it felt right to call this home.

Then, as if the gods heard his silent prayer for the first time ever, the door opened and a completely covered drow stepped onto the welcome mat with snow-covered boots. His nose was pink, as were the tips of his ears and Astarion couldn’t help the cooing noise sliding from his tongue.

“Awh darling, come here.” He tapped the seat beside him and watched as the drow kicked off his boots, a big smile on his face as he shuffled in closer. Tav settled on the couch beside him, rubbed his palms together for a moment and leaned over to gingerly press a kiss to the spawn’s cheek. 

The chill of the man’s lips sent a shiver over the spawn’s spine, followed by a small tingle in his cheek. He knew Tav had been cold, but he hadn’t realized just how cold the poor man was. “Shall I go boil us some water?”

The drow hummed, closed his red eyes for a second before taking another deep breath and shaking his head. Astarion raised his eyebrow, licking his lips before turning to the other man yet again. “You’re freezing my love, you need something warm.”

“Cute.”

“Hm?” 

“You’re cute when you care for me.” As he shifted to get off of the couch, Astarion’s head snapped back to stare at the drow with widened red eyes. He hadn’t been surprised by the compliment, Tav often mentioned small little compliments like it to remind Astarion just how valued he was, but the comment itself, the explanation, took him off guard.

“I always care for you.” Tav chuckled softly as he watched the near offended look spread over his lover’s face, shaking his head and reaching over to press their lips together. Astarion huffed into the kiss, but melted regardless, tilting his head to the side to drag it on longer.

Satisfied with his kiss, Tav leaned back just enough to let out a soft sigh, his hand reaching up to ghost along Astarion’s face. The spawn leaned into the touch softly, frowning at the prickly clothing covering Tav’s hand before leaning over to carefully drag the fabric from the man’s fingers.

The silence around them grew thicker as red eyes watched his, fangs barely poking through the leather mixed with cloth, only for it to go limp when Tav’s fingers slid free of their confinement. The drow hummed, taking the fabric between his fingers and pulling it away from Astarion’s teeth with a smile. The spawn winked, nipping at the other’s fingers as they dared to come near his mouth.

“Astarion,” A full body shiver spread through his body, avoiding the intense look in Tav’s eyes with a heavy sigh. He hardly could look at the drow when the man used his name, ever since the shadowlands and Araj - who’s name still tasted like bile in his mouth - Astarion felt too nervous to watch the man’s eyes swirl when his name was spoken. “May I ask for a bit of your time tonight? I wish to show you something?”

He felt the drow’s arms slide over his legs, and around his waist, pulling him over until Astarion was seated in the man’s lap, his own legs wrapped around the other's waist. The spawn glanced down nervously, eyeing the small little window their apartment had. The sun was still out, barely, but it was still out and Astarion couldn’t risk that.

“We can wait a while,” Tav spoke again, tightening his hold on the vampire spawn with a small smile. “I suppose the spot is better when it's night time anyway.” 

“Oh? So I have to wait for this surprise to be worthwhile?” The drow laughed, nuzzling his nose into the spawns curls with a satisfied sigh. Astarion curled his fingers up as well, tightening his hold on Tav with his pale fingers tightening in white braids as well. “You better keep me entertained for the next couple hours then.”

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Of Blood and Wine | Astarion x Enkiel

Chapter Two | A Light in The Dark

Summary:

Caught by the brothers, Astarion has little options but to agree to the younger's ridiculous plan. Although, the more he experiences, the more he's starting to believe that maybe.. just maybe, this is the blessing he's been praying for.

A longfic that takes place in an alternative universe, where my named Tav helps Astarion get rid of his tormentor and make friends along the way. Keep in mind, i don't know any dnd lore or faerun lore outside of the main game so I'm making it up as I go.

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“I’m going to help him get rid of his tormentor.” At that, the spawn’s ear twitched, his body tensed and his eyes flung open instantly. He glared across the room, thrashed against the ropes until he realized he wasn’t going anywhere. An eerie feeling shivered over his spine, goosebumps appearing on his cold skin faster than he could realize.

Compulsion was about to take hold yet again. Cazador was calling to him, calling him home. His mind cried out for freedom, hands clutching the ropes as he tried to pull loose. Anything to escape that voice, anything to escape him. Astarion pulled and pulled and pulled until his palms were raw and his eyes were straining against the rising brightness of the world around him. 

Then realization kicked in twice as hard when he realized he wasn’t anywhere near home, much less any tavern that he could safely wait out the day in. Instead he was in the upper city, tied to a bed that in a couple of minutes, would be covered in sunlight. Was this a new kind of torture? Being forced to watch himself burn at the hands of some random tiefling nobles? After his own master set him up to this task.

Perhaps he should’ve seen this coming. Perhaps he should’ve known that he would never get a remotely satisfying death and perhaps he should’ve known that this was what Cazador wanted, otherwise he wouldn’t be here.

His eyes squeezed shut as he could feel the rays of sun heating up the mattress around him, a small whimper crawled from his throat. seconds passed, minutes even and he still wasn’t burning alive. His body didn’t feel any warmer than it was and it seemed the room had gotten darker as well.

“You can look now.” Hesitantly, Astarion opened his eyes to glance around the room again. This time, the curtains were closed and the candles were lit, in front of him stood the two brothers, one carrying a smirk while the other looked at him with disapproval.

Astarion was used to that look. 

He shifted a little under the intense gaze and tipped his head back, splaying his curls along the red pillow in the best way he knew how. The bard seemed to relax, momentary tension slipping from his shoulders, while the paladin.. oh the paladin looked like he could rip off his head without a second thought.

“May I know why exactly I’m tied to the bed?” Astarion finally found his voice, a rather teasing tone laced his words, eyes focusing on Enkiel. He tried to form a smile, the sheer ridiculousness of the situation didn’t exactly help his methods. “If this is what you’re into, you only have to ask.”

His older brother roared out a laugh, shaking his head before touching Enkiel’s shoulder. The tiefling didn’t move though, simply nodding and waiting for the other man to slip out of the room, locking it behind him. Astarion tensed at the idea of being locked inside a room, especially with his only option being the window and during the day, he definitely wouldn’t want to do that.

“Excuse my brother,” Enkiel moved across the room and sat down on the foot of the bed, eyes carefully scanning over Astarion’s face. The spawn smiled, one small glance confirming that he was still clothed before he laid his head down again. “Gazriel is a little cranky, but his concern was greatly appreciated.” Spoken like a true bard, the tone behind the words said more than the words themselves, Astarion mustered up a charming chuckle, wanting to lean up to look more enticing but momentarily forgetting about himself being bound.

“Right, the ropes,” A sigh followed before those blue hands moved to untie them from his wrists, giving him enough movement to at least sit up. “We know you were at the ball, we know you ‘belong’ to Cazador. We know about his vampiric curse and by extension yours.. and I can take a wild guess as to why you were at The Hound last night.”

The tiefling continued on as if this wasn’t earth-shattering news to Astarion’s ringing ears. He hadn’t expected anyone to know about his curse , much less about Cazador. The spawn was at a loss for words for the first time of his undead life, jaw hanging over with glazed over eyes, he tried to make sense of what he was just told.

“What- how?” 

“The relic.” The tiefling said, as it was the easiest thing in the world to understand. Slowly he was starting to piece things together. Their father, Ekrus, was a ‘client’ of Cazador. The two shared relations and other trinkets on occasion but never within the palace, always through a messenger. When the relic was stolen, Cazador suspected anyone but Ekrus at first, only to remember about the two unruly sons. “I stole it last week.”

Astarion blinked. Then again. He blinked until the information started to settle and it began to make more sense in his mind. “What kind of relic is it?”

“A book,” The tiefling rose from the bed and shuffled over to the loose plank in the wall. He tugged it open, grabbed the box inside and pulled it open to reveal, indeed, a book. The thing was made from what looked to be rugged leather, two gems placed like eyes stared deep into Astarion’s soul when the tiefling turned it to him. 

There was no keyhole, yet the book was sealed. Below the two eye-like gems sat a larger unoccupied space, shaped perfectly round. The book screamed and cried in agony the longer it was held to face him, Astarion’s eyes ripping themselves away for a moment of peace when Enkiel lowered it back into the protective box.

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The Unfortunate Druid

Pairing: Astarion x Dragonborn M!Tav Summary/Setting: Despite being a druid, Tav is unfamiliar with the various fauna in the underdark and accidentally stumbles into the wrong types of mushroom spores.

Or; Tav gets spored and Astarion has to fix it.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit | Smut | Dub-con | Mention of Astarion's past Word Count: 787 word example | 6.3k words on Archive Notes: Inspired by @thedomesticanthropologist sexpollen post! Took a while but it's here. Posted on AO3! Link below for the full thing :)

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A whine snuck off the dragonborn’s tongue, leaning into the touch for a split second before pulling away again. He opened his mouth, closing it quickly after when his eyes darkened even more. Nervously the man fiddled with the flower in his hand, swallowing hard. 

“I don’t want to force you,” Tav murmured, barely above a whisper while digging his nail into the stem. “Or hurt you.”

Astarion scoffed, rolled his eyes and stood up to grab the bag he took along. The spawn pulled out a couple of extra pillows, gently moving to place them along the edge of the nest, then he tiptoed inside, making sure not to flatten the small glowing mushrooms in the middle. He laid back, unbuttoned his old blouse and hummed. 

“Come here, my love.” Tav scrambled up instantly, sitting on the edge of the nest with his hands below the branches, his tail thumping against the ground. Astarion leaned up, hands carefully wrapping themselves around the leather straps on the druid’s armor, tugging him further into the nest. He didn’t let go, instead he tugged the man completely on top, watching those adorably innocent eyes darken even more. 

And still the stupid dragonborn refused to move further. Hands firmly planted besides Astarion’s head, the claws digging into the grass below them so hard, he could hear them. 

“Fine.” He huffed then, pushing the other off and ignoring the wounded noise, turning to flip Tav onto his back - at least while he still could - and slid one leg over the other's waist. He settled over the others hips, hands splaying over Tav’s clothed chest. “I guess, I’ll just have to take what I want then.”

Nimble fingers slipped across the leather, coiling around one of the many buckles on his chest before unbuckling at least half. The leather slid from the man’s scales after, slowly falling into the large nest on either side of them. Astarion’s hands quickly threw it across their little shelter. The heaving chest below him almost looked flushed, the scales carried a rather pink tone along with their green tinted tips. The spawn’s hands brushed over them and a purr rumbled from his throat. It felt good, warm.. safe. 

His hand traveled down on instinct, coiling the strands of the other’s pants between his fingers. With a tug, the small bow loosened and the waistband went limp. Astarion hadn’t noticed the look, nor the fact that the lizard below him stopped breathing. 

Scaled hands stopped any further movements, index fingers and thumbs wrapped around his wrists and held them up to Tav’s chest again. The spawn hummed, ripping his eyes away from Tav’s scaled stomach. The dragonborn’s breath hitched in his throat, tongue licking the corners of his mouth with a newfound hunger, Astarion could taste it on his own tongue. With his own half-lidded eyes, he forced a half smile over his lips, shuffling over the man’s legs and pulling his wrists free to continue.

Tav didn’t stop him again as his fingers found the edge of his waistband, coiling around both the leather pants and the softer cotton briefs below. Seconds later, both fabrics joined the discarded leather tunic on the cave floor.

Astarion had his fair share of experience with sex, obviously, it had to be his one speciality under Cazador, otherwise he’d spend the entirety of his undead life in the kennels, if not worse. Having never been with a dragonborn though, proved to be quite the challenge. Tav was big, in nearly every sense of the word. The man towered above everyone in their party, rivaling the barbarian tiefling easily. Hells he was taller than the tiefling if she didn’t have her boots on. 

His broad shoulders and all-around tanky body proved well as a shield and because of his ridiculous humanoid size, his wild shapes also tended to be larger than normal. Just like Halsin’s ridiculously large bear. Astarion let his eyes wander over the man’s sculpted body, the small scales forming a set of ‘abs’ on his stomach with small patterns going down further. Then, at his groin, the scales split off into a v-shape and made room for actual flesh underneath.

Tav was well endowed, definitely, throbbing and leaking from the tip once the cold air of the cave brushed over it. The druid grumbled under the stare, lazily wrapping his clawed fingers around the base and giving it a couple of lazy tugs. 

“Really?” The spawn chuckled softly, an alluring purr following the sentence slipping from his lips. He leaned down, positioning himself just over the edge of the nest, laying his head down on the man’s thigh, watching. “You’d rather deal with it yourself than use me?”

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game of the year

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He's so smug.

More Batstarion.

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enemies to lovers where they really hate eachother but somehow their words have a tint of flirt in it and I'm struggling to find them🙏🙏

Flirty Threats

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

"Are you laughing at me?" "Yeah, I am. What are you going to do about it?"

"Wipe that smile off your face before I do it for you."

"And you think you can get away with threatening me?"

"What made you think you can talk to me like that?"

"Are you still thinking about me? Is that why you're so unfocused?" "You wish."

"You really think you have that much of an impact in my life?"

"Do as I say."

"Oh, you think you're hot stuff?"

"Take a shower, [last name], I can smell you from here." "Care to join me?" "In your dreams."

"I don't think you realize how angry you make me." "Aw, I have that much of an effect on you?"

"Wow, Love. You've really outdone yourself this time."

"Trying out a new nickname, are we?"

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Of Blood and Wine | Astarion x Enkiel

Chapter One | A Change in Rules

Summary:

Astarion mentally gagged at the thought of that. Of owing Cazador more than he already did. “Speak up boy! You will not slouch before me.” A hit of the staff caused Astarion’s back to straighten, his throat to clear to hide the discomfort. He didn’t open his mouth to apologize, this time knowing better than to utter an apology to such a heartless creature. Cazador didn’t relent, hitting him once more with the staff before gesturing for the spawn to sit down. Astarion did, shuffling to sit in front of the bed, on his knees just like he was taught, Cazadors rough hands found his chin to tilt his head up. “Then you’ve heard the utterly vexing things that wretched tiefling man has said to me.” Astarion nodded, as best he could with the deathgrip on his chin. “He has threatened us to stay away from his sons, so I want you in The White Hound, fetch me one of them.”

A longfic that takes place in an alternative universe, where my named Tav helps Astarion get rid of his tormentor and make friends along the way. Keep in mind, i don't know any dnd lore or faerun lore outside of the main game so I'm making it up as I go.

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Aqua blue hair sat between two massive ram horns that coiled just slightly tighter than his brothers, the tips were coated in a light orange color that matched his demonic orange eyes. An easy smile sat on his pale blue lips, blue freckles curved over his nose to the tips of his pointed ears. Astarion wondered if this would be as easy as he thought it would be, or if the bard in front of him had higher standards than his brother. 

“I was hoping you would be able to help me,” The tiefling spoke, a voice so rich slipped from those pale blue lips, a lop-sided grin revealing just the smallest hint of fangs. “After all, my brother told me you were looking for me.” 

Astarion glanced back to the bar, just to see the bartender looking back at him with a warning stare. “Your brother, ah! A lovely man indeed, a great bartender too.” 

His comment earned a small laugh from the younger tiefling, who nodded in agreement as he too glanced back to his kin. Then his attention settled back on the spawn and he sat down in the other chair across the small table, hands lacing together on top. Then, he looked. Just looked for a moment of silence before tilting his head back to wave one of the staff over, ordering them another round of wine in the house.

“So tell me, mysterious admirer,” The tiefling spoke, tapping his golden rings against the wooden table. “What are you looking for, exactly?”

Astarion hummed, leaning back into the seat with a content smile on his face. He had gotten so far without the hitch, the younger man seemed more trusting of him and well, that was more beneficial for Astarion anyhow. “Word travels fast in Baldur’s gate, I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

“Yes, I have.”

“And the stories of your adventures leave much to the imagination, as you can probably expect.”

“Yes, I can.”

Astarion wondered if the tiefling was being difficult on purpose, or if that prick just loved to hear the sound of his own accomplishments and trysts being told back to him. Sadly, Astarion figured it was the latter, judging on the ever-growing smirk on the man’s face. “Please do, go on.”

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Of Blood and Wine | Astarion x Enkiel

Prologue | The Master's Antagonist

Summary

“Prepare for a ball tomorrow evening, I expect nothing but perfection. You have one more chance to save that precious hide of yours.” Cazador clutched his chin, large nails dug into his skin barely dragging blood from the small crescent cuts. The grip tightened, and tightened until he could feel his jawbone creaking at the force. Then, just before it could snap in two, Cazador released him and sent him on his way. The spawn high-tailed it out of there the moment he was allowed, feet dragging himself to the dormitory with a mission. He had one more chance to fix himself a mark and he needed to try his hardest to win over his master’s favor. Or at the very least his mercy.

A longfic that takes place in an alternative universe, where my named Tav helps Astarion get rid of his tormentor and make friends along the way. Keep in mind, i don't know any dnd lore or faerun lore outside of the main game so I'm making it up as I go.

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Astarion recognized most of the nobles around, a couple of elves who ran most of the businesses around, the Duke and his family, other rich families around and.. and three Tieflings that he did not recognize. The spawn guessed the older gentleman was the son of the other two, the way he carried himself with grace over the clumsy stumbling of his sons was the dead giveaway.

That and the gray hair sprouting between his ram horns, the half mask doing very little to hide his age. Judging by his movements, Astarion guessed him to be around 120 years old, definitely too old for Cazador himself.

The sons were something completely different. The larger one of the two carried himself with grace, but hunched his neck slightly as if he was used to carrying heavy things. Minotaur horns dipped in gold sprouted from long black hair. Astarion could guess from his broad shoulders that the somewhat loose suit wasn’t doing his figure justice. 

The shorter one of the two definitely performed for a living, his white suit fit him perfectly, gold embroidering lined every single curve of his body. His half-mask covered one side of his face, coiling into his own ram horn with a vine-like spiral. His light blue hair slipped from behind the mask, gelled back into the same position as his brothers while one strand hung along the front of his face. 

An orange eye met his red ones and Astarion slipped one of his charming smiles, the tiefling himself raising his eyebrow and smirked. The two held their gaze for a while, Astarion could see his brother glancing between the two with a smirk before he slipped away into the crowd himself. Right as the tiefling wanted to move forward, his father placed a hand on his shoulder, leaned down and whispered something even Astarion’s elven senses couldn’t hear.

The tiefling broke their gaze after and followed the older gentleman into Cazadors office. Slipping across the dancefloor, he managed to get close enough to see them sitting down before the door closed.

Find me a mark.

Astarion leaned back from the door and let the compulsion take hold. His eyes settled on another younger man, a half-elf from the sight of it, standing behind an older woman. He sauntered over, charmed his way right into the conversation and soon managed to slithered his way right into the man’s vision. 

Everything after that was history....

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The struggle of wanting to make bg3 content, progress your current bg3 playthroughs, make new tavs, start new playthroughs…and of course, to consume bg3 content.

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Astarion is pansexual. It's canon. He Is Attracted To Women As Well. You can't change that and erasing it makes you homophobic as fuck. Die mad about it.

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Sex pollen scenario!

You or your Tav (so self insert or your character) have been exposed to infamous Sex Pollen trope! You have to fuck or you die (or to make it more consensual, maybe the tadpole would keep you alive but the effects would last days instead of hours)

Series of questions you can answer:

Which companion is with you, and how would they respond?

What if you're trapped in a cave/dungeon/ruin with one companion

What if you make it BACK to camp and EVERYONE has to decide how to deal with you? (No there isn't a cure, you gotta bang it out or suffer)

What if you didn't romance anyone (yet) so it's even more awkward?

What if it's not a companion you get stuck with? (Gortash, Rolan, Dammon, Zevlor, etc)

This doesnt have to be smut! You can make it funny or dark too, I just wanna see people play with the prompt.

//keep it in your comfort zone, go as wild as you want with it, this is for fun so if you like angst make it angst if you like dubcon just tag it and if you need full consent write some sweet fluff

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Nature's fine beings | Astarion x M!Tav

The shadow-cursed lands are no place for Tav, their dragonborn druid leader. Astarion notices the man having a hard time and lets him hang around for a bit.

Or; Astarion fixes his jacket while dragonborn Tav gets fed snacks and comfort.

All my warmups are beginning to just create their own story, so here's Tav the dragonborn in case anyone was curious. Cross-posted on Archive probably.

Sticking to the shadows was something Astarion had been used to for centuries, considering being in the light could very well end his second life as fast as it began. Though, trudging through the shadow cursed lands had him on edge just as much as the rest of their team, their torches were clutched close to their bodies with Tav carrying the lantern up front for better coverage.

The dragonborn himself seemed.. well, stressed. The lack of nature and the dreaded shadows had the man’s frills grow rigid whenever he picked up any kind of noise. Astarion didn’t blame him, there was no noise that was deemed good in this situation, as most wildlife and other noisy things weren’t present apart from the cursed ones.

Astarion did not want to encounter another shadow-cursed needle blight.

Still picking the remainders from his once lovely jacket, cursing to himself as the seams ripped from the small needle. That must’ve caught the attention of .. something, because within another second they were thrusted into another battle, this time surrounded by shadows and Harpers - which Astarion hadn’t even registered, too busy with his vanity project. 

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The harpers had a protected Inn as a base, one that was now open to their merry band of weirdos. Astarion was delighted so to say, eyes scanning along the innards of the building, noticing the young tieflings that they had saved back at the grove. They had come across the carnage on the road, Tav had seen it but hadn’t spoken a word about the subject.

All the acknowledgement they got was a sad nod after Wyll’s comment about the poor bastards. Tav had a conversation with Jaheira, stupidly drank a klauthgrass tainted glass of wine, despite knowing that it had been drugged. It seemed to work though, as Astarion watched from a distance. The older half-elf had lowered her weapons below the table and seemed to be less on guard with the serum active. 

Tav still managed to choose his words rather carefully, systematically throwing in some words of Sylvanus to pull Jaheira in even more. The spawn had noticed this technique to be used on nearly everyone, at least everyone who let him. The dragonborn did it to him as well, trying to stir the conversation by answering in a way Astarion liked, but the spawn knew it wouldn’t be his utmost first response.

Perhaps the excuse they were given for the dragonborn’s slow replies was merely that.. an excuse to cover up his more calculated approach at conversation. 

Or Tav really could have issues with speaking in Common, surrounded by so many people who spoke it perfectly.

The conversation between the two druids was over as quickly as it began, Jaheira handed them a map and directed them to ‘pick a bed of their choosing’. So the group dispersed, wanting to find their favorite spots within the Inn, while Astarion wandered out to the barn. When arriving at the place, he noticed a small set of stairs leading to the upper floor of the building.

There he found a safe haven, setting down his bag and claiming the area as his. Sure the occasional blacksmith noises weren’t nice, but come ‘nighttime’ Dammon would also head inside the Inn to relax. And for the first time in a while, Astarion would be fully alone, without it being a punishment.

So he went to work, setting up his things on the bed, a raggedy blanket slipped under the dusty covers, before turning to his ruined jacket. A defeated sigh slipped from his lips, realizing the golden thread he had stored away, was nowhere near as long as he originally thought it was. The spawn debated just using a different color, but with the background being white, it would be too noticeable and too… damaging to his well-put together disguise.

He laid the jacket over his arm and moved outside yet again, now being met with a rather lively campfire, tieflings and companions chatting away about their adventures and mourning the lost, while the several Fists moved between the bar and the fire to hand out drinks. This wasn’t a time for celebration, their entire group had been wiped out and they decided drinking was their only option.

With a scoff, Astarion joined them anyway. Far enough from the fire so he wouldn’t be included in conversation, but close enough to still hear whatever was being said. Halsin and Jaheira joined them after their discussion and the party livened up a little after that. 

“Say, Jaheira?” The high harper turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised as she motioned him to go on. “You wouldn’t happen to have some gold thread, would you darling?”

The harper let out a dry laugh and nodded her head, slipping her hand into her well sewn pocket to pull out a small ball of thread. “I expect to get it back before sunrise tomorrow.”

The spawn scoffed but nodded anyway and that was that. His hands moved quickly, slipping the thread through the eye of the needle, scooting just a bit closer to the fire so he could see before opening the jacket to start his known routine.

By now this jacket should’ve disintegrated from the amount of abuse it’s taken, but with careful repairs and utmost precaution to not be hit with slashing weapons, Astarion was managing to keep it around for as long as he had been. As he poked the needle through the fabric for the first time, a rather heavy and scaly head laid down on his shoulder, the heat pierced directly through the thin shirt he wore.

Huff. 

The sheer velocity of the dragonborn’s exaggerated breath nearly blew his curls into all sorts of positions. The man didn’t relent though, keeping his head on Astarion’s shoulder as his mismatched eyes followed every movement the spawn’s hands were making.

“Well, hello to you too darling.” Not once did his hands stop their movements, eyes managing to catch sight of the dragonborn’s chin spikes and frills when he turned ever so slightly. Tav had always taken a liking to him, from the moment they took him along, the dragonborn held nothing but sheer admiration in his looks. “What troubles you on this fine day?”

The dragonborn huffed again, this time less hard before he moved to sit behind Astarion. Paying no mind to the rustling behind him, the spawn weaved the thread through the fabric, watching the embroidered pattern return the longer he kept going. This wasn’t the first time he had to repair that specific part and it definitely wouldn’t be the last, but every time he did, he could see his skills improving.

“The curse.” A dragonborn of a few words for sure, Tav laid his head back on the vampire’s shoulder, carefully wrapping his arms around his waist and spreading his legs to shuffle in fully. The vampire stiffened a bit once the other heat engulfed his back, fingers momentarily stopping to glance back at a troubled Tav.

The sad look in those bright eyes had Astarion nearly buckle at his knees, returning back to his project to hide the feeling within his stomach. The pale elf reached over to grab one of the dried pieces of meat, breaking off part of it and holding it over his shoulder.

Tav let out a small noise of appreciation, giving his waist a small squeeze before gently trapping the meat between his teeth, frills twitching before he laid his jaw back down. 

“Tell me about it.” Tav shifted behind him, leaning up just enough to watch the spawn’s hands work. Then, silence followed and Astarion didn’t mind it for once. The poor man had talked a lot that day, trying to convince people they aren't a threat even with the tadpole in their heads. Frankly Astarion was always bewildered how such an intimidating man could pacify others so easily, dare he say he almost admired the dragonborn for his quick wit and awkward charms.

“Everything is dead or dying,” Tav began, large hands tightening their hold on the vampire, as if the curse would snatch him away any second. Astarion had endured the bulk of Tav’s affectionate ways, the dragonborn was rather touch-starved and well Astarion didn’t mind the warmth it gave him. “I can hear them, feel them.” 

An encouraging hum slipped from the spawn’s lips, grabbing another piece of meat for the dragonborn to chew on. Tav’s habits were easy to see, a couple of telltales were often enough to show how much of an open book the man really was. The habit of grinding his jaws when worried or stressed was a dangerous one, Astarion had already seen it go wrong once, where the man’s teeth slipped from their pointed edges and sawed into the scaled lip to bring blood.

But the beef jerky seemed to work, the dragonborn chewed on it aggressively, at least keeping his lips and gums safe from those razor sharp teeth. “Halsin spoke of a boy, a spirit of this land that’s been lost within the Shadowfell. Getting him back should restore the curse, but he mentioned it was a difficult mission just the two of us wouldn’t be able to accomplish.”

Astarion sighed softly, finishing off one side with a small knot and bringing the thread up to Tav’s lips for his teeth to cut. The dragonborn didn’t need to be asked twice, leaning over his shoulder fully to snip the line. Then, before taking back his place on his shoulder, Tav’s head turned and the soft part of his nose pressed against the spawn’s cheek hard enough to smush it a little bit.

“You won’t have to do it alone with Halsin darling,” Astarion hummed, frogging the other side of his jacket's golden thread to redo it as well. He was busy with it anyway and Jaheira had given him the thread to use as much as he wanted. “You have an entire group of misfits who are eating out of your very palm, you just don’t notice it.” 

Tav stiffened on his shoulder again, head raising to glance around the campfire. By now most of their companions had gone outside too, chatting with each other like they had known each other for years. “Really?”

This time it was Astarion’s turn to laugh, abandoning the jacket for a split second to flick his fingers against Tav’s white scaled nose. 

“Yes, you.. you oaf.”  The irritated tone in his voice definitely caught Tav off guard, his body sliding backwards to give Astarion space while his hands hovered over the vampire’s waist. “Half of them want to bed you, the other half are so utterly enchanted by you that they will glare at us now from this position alone.” 

A small glance to the side revealed the truth rather quickly, Gale was sitting off to the side, book in hand but he hadn’t flipped the page in at least 20 minutes, brown eyes peering just over the edge of the book, staring directly at them. When Tav looked as well, the wizard averted his eyes quickly, a red blush painting over his cheeks.

“See?!” A deep breath allowed Astarion to get ahold of himself again. Having an outburst to their unofficial leader wasn’t what he intended on doing tonight, but for Gods sake, this dragonborn was a handful to deal with on his own. “Now if you please, I would like to continue fixing my ruined jacket.”

Silence followed after that and Astarion went back to frogging the embroidered thread, throwing the dirty line away and moving to fix it with Jaheira’s lovely gift. The warmth behind him didn’t return, Tav seemingly shifting further away to completely disappear from the conversation and the campfire alike. 

“I never said you had to leave.” Barely above a whisper, Astarion wasn’t sure if the dragonborn had even heard it, but the soft shuffling behind him confirmed he had. Tav didn’t scoot closer than he had been, but he did peek over Astarion’s shoulder every now and then.

So the spawn continued, feeding and sewing for the evening while the rest of their group slowly began to trickle into their respective beds for the night. The campfire crackled in front of them, Alfira’s music filled the now dead air and once the last of their companions left, Astarion felt his shoulders relax.

Alone at last.

“So,” Or not. The spawn sighed but listened anyway as the dragonborn scooted to sit beside him, looking up at the dome above them with a nervous flick of his tail. “Which one do you belong to?” 

“Hm?” A flick of his eyes around the campfire confirmed the dragonborn was indeed talking to him, ruby eyes meeting green-yellow ones out of curiosity. “What?”

Tav laughed softly, hand moving to rub along the back of his frills as they shuttered in anticipation. It took perhaps a minute for Tav to respond, Astarion watching those eyes darting to formulate his words in the best way he knew how.

“You said half of them wanted to bed me and half of them are enchanted by me?” Astarion nodded slowly, connecting the dots way faster than he would’ve liked. He could still plead ignorance, but by his own words he couldn’t avoid the meaning of them. “What half do you belong to?”

Tav’s voice had softened to a tone so unlike the druid that Astarion wondered if they took the wrong dragonborn with them. A tone so feathery that the spawn would’ve mistaken it for a rustle of the wind, had there been any. There was no tension within his words and absolutely no urgency. He simply watched the spawn with curiosity and waited for an answer.

Astarion didn’t have an answer. He couldn’t give the answer he wanted to give, because it simply wasn’t true and at this point Tav would notice he was lying. Both options were valid, even if Astarion didn’t want to admit to the second one. Considering his options, bedding the dragonborn was the best answer. After all he was obviously in his seduction attempts and he surely didn’t want to put a name to the fluttery feeling he got whenever he was around Tav.

“What do you think darling?” A musical amused tone laced his words and caught the dragonborn off guard, his eyes widening at the question being returned to him. His eyes slipped down to the ground after, nervously fiddling with his hands before glancing up to see if Astarion was kidding.

He was not.

“Well?” 

Tav sighed, eyes closing for a moment as his maw opened to speak, those razor sharp teeth on full display as he started with a nervous stutter. “I-I would hope it would at least be one of them,” As he spoke, Astarion caught sight of his forked tongue slipping through his teeth, flicking the air and scenting if he could taste any kind of emotion from the vampire. “I’d say the bedding aspect probably, if it had to be one of them.”

Astarion’s chest tightened uncomfortably, his lungs shriveled and his heart quenched at the sound of Tav’s wavering voice. He hadn’t ever thought the dragonborn held such a high opinion of him. Tav’s eyes met his and the forked tongue slithered out to scent again, but the dragonborn didn’t take his eyes away. This time, Astarion smirked, noticing that Tav was most definitely taken aback by some of his teasing.

Perhaps he could make use of this as well. 

“Well, my love.” A purr unintentionally slipped through his words, Astarion grabbed another piece of jerky and turned around to the dragonborn with a smile. Tav flitted his eyes between the meat and Astarion for a second, eyebrows furrowing in silent question of what the spawn was planning. “Perhaps you deserve another treat for being so open with me.”

The spawn slowly moved the jerky up to his own lips, holding it between his fangs with a teasing look in those ruby eyes. Tav shuttered, the frills on the side of his head twitched and those mismatched eyes had trouble staying locked with Astarion’s.

“W-wha..?” Astarion leaned closer, Tav leaned back, eyes widening even more. “A-are, you sure?” His pale fingers slithered over the others chest scales, up to his neck and eventually they snaked their way to the man’s horns. He wrapped his fingers along the base of the keratin, dragging the man down to his level. Then, he nodded and Tav exploded.

The dragonborn growled, but leaned in, pressing their lips together and very gently prying the jerky from Astarion’s teeth, accidentally nicking his forked tongue against the larger fangs. Blood pooled onto Tav’s tongue and in return, he flicked it against the spawn’s. 

Instinctively the spawn pulled back, eyes blown wide with euphoria and lust mixing with the warmth in his mouth. It wasn’t a lot of blood, but the heat and tingling on his tongue definitely made up for it. Large scaled hands found his waist and a second later he was hoisted into the dragonborn’s lap, arms tightening their hold as Tav laid his head against his chest.

“Apologies,” The dragonborn purred. “I did not mean to do that.” It took a couple seconds for Astarion’s mind to reboot itself, eyes slipping down to meet the lizard on his chest. Then he raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile, one mimicked seconds later by Tav.

“Oh you oaf,” A flick of his finger against the dragonborns nose earned him a low rumble. “You definitely meant to do that.” Tav’s smile widened, another rumble followed and he closed his mismatched eyes. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Tav hummed, yellow eye slipping open to gauge the spawn’s response before letting his hands settle on the man’s backside. “More now than I was before, especially with one of nature’s fine beings on my lap.” Astarion snorted, let his hands slide across the male’s scaled head and brushed his fingernails behind the frills, having them fluttering in response. 

“Good, enjoy it while it lasts.” 

“Oh I fully intend to.”

And that he did, for the rest of the evening, Tav had his head on Astarion’s chest while the spawn managed to finish his forgotten sewing project.

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