#astarion/lae'zel

[baldurs-gape]

There was one thing Astarion knew he was good at without fail; seduction. If he needed something, anything, sex was almost always the route to it. And if it didn't work, a small murder was perhaps a little more fun. Either way, Astarion always got what he set his mind to. In the current situation he needed safety and protection. While he could very well keep himself out of trouble, it was nice to have other people do the heavy lifting for a change. They wouldn't go unrepaid though. While Astarion didn't have anything other than a rag of a blanket to call his own, his body could very well be offered in payment. Little did he know that, over time, the others learned to see through him, to understand him.

When he went to Wyll's tent, his rather blatant offers and flirting were turned into soft conversation and the odd dancing lesson hidden from view of the camp. Astarion had 200 years of dancing knowledge while Wyll had the enthusiasm if not the twinkletoes of a natural dancer.

Another night, another tent. Karlach was down for anything on offer but had a knack for turning things on their heads. Where Astarion expected to be used like a doll then tossed aside, he was instead treated to the most mindblowing sex of his rather long life. Emerging from the remains of Karlach's tent in the morning, he couldn't help but feel satisfied at the aches and pains left behind along with the tingling pleasure of a night very well spent.

If he ever approached Shadowheart, they got far too drunk to do much other than laugh at the silliness of existence. The closest they got was fingers brushing as they passed yet another bottle between them. Perhaps the highlight of such nights was laughing so hard that wine shot out of his nose which made Shadowheart laugh even more.

With Lae'zel it was a mixed bag. Some nights it was all about letting off some steam with some rather spectacular orgasms. Even though Astarion's body was simply a tool for that, he never felt used or taken advantage of. The nights where neither of them felt any real urge to get off, they went hunting. Lae'zel was one of the few people that Astarion could truly let go around, stop pretending to be anything other than what he was. It felt good to hunt alongside someone as competent and fearless as Lae'zel. Around her he had no need to hold back.

Halsin was one that Astarion almost dreaded for all the strangest of reasons. It was too nice, too kind, too thoughful. Most nights Halsin would take his bear form and Astarion could choose how lazy he was feeling. If he chose to, they'd lumber out into the wilderness side by side. However, he could also let Halsin do all the work and settle across a broad, warm back. They had their favourite clearings, far enough from camp that it was truly just the two of them. If the mood struck, Halsin would shift back to his elf form and they'd lie back, staring at the stars and tell each other stories of the constellations. Other nights Halsin would remain a bear and curl protectively around Astarion, keeping him warm and comfortable in the peaceful silence of the night.

Last but not least was Gale. He was the one who stumped Astarion the most. At first it was the point blank refusal to even touch him. Something about wanting a connection on an emotional level first. So they talked over drinks, over a meal, while holding hands then between shy kisses. By the time Astarion was on his back, having a firsthand experience of just how talented Gale's tongue was, he was at an utter loss as to what was happening. It was only when, so many more shared nights later, Gale whispered three little words in his ear that it finally made sense. And somehow Astarion was all too okay with saying them back, knowing that he actually meant them too for the first time.

[vyxythepixie]

I Don't Do The Walk Of Shame, I Strut (Complete Fic)

Pairing: Lae'zel/Astarion Rating: E (Explicit) Word Count: 1,463 Warnings: Past sexual abuse Summary:  Lae'zel seeks to slake her lust and her sights are set on the Pale Elf.

READ IT ON AO3 HERE

“It deeply pains me to have to tell you that you and I are incompatible.” A flick of his wrist restored his dagger to its sheath.

“How so?”

“Because, darling, you won’t take orders. Not from me, in any case.”

“Chk. Even your thirst will not allow you to lie beneath me?”

“No, not even this imagined thirst. After Cazador, I will never again submit. Not to anyone. I would kill anyone who attempted to make it otherwise or die trying.”

[riviclouds]

it's giving princess celestia

[finnautica]

Such beautiful eyes, it would be a shame a tadpole crawled inside them.

[kawareo]

2/3 of these people do not do cardio

[n0ahsferatu]

scooby-doo ass gang fr

[blorbopolis]

im cooking

[wemightbothberobots]

You can't tell me they wouldn't

[quail-in-red]

My party has like no charisma, it’s terrible

[bloody-weave]

karlach... those are some strong feelings you're expressing and i've learned to accept your feelings. we listen and we do not judge.

[pippintruman]

who put all these dramatic bitches in the same room

[may12324]

The Main six Baldur's Gate Companions

[vincenzonova]

Lae'zel jumping immediately to trying to sell Astarion on the black market within the first 15 minutes of the liveshow really knocked me out

[avercwh]

i want to live (all origins)

[wellen-katze]

yeah , don't know if anyone notice it but I used the face from the spongebob meme xD

[exemiin]

companions