#Sebastian x astarion

[justsierrasart]

The Kiss

The kiss that sealed Sebastian’s fate in…

[demigoddessqueens]

touch

Thinking of touch-starved men…, their eyes follow your hands and fingers so carefully, anxiously, getting easily jealous at how casual your touches are with others who are not them; always lingering where you are, seeking out your presence and just wanting a sliver of your attention away from everyone else; touch-starved ones who have a quiet gasp whenever you place your hands over theirs or just a casual friendly touch; chills along their spine and entire body as you play with their hair; hugs make them freeze in their tracks before arms tentatively wrap around you like your made of glass or a stardust that will vanish the second it’s over

EDIT: they can’t help but swallow down their moan(s) when your fingers brush through their hair, lightly touching the exposed back of their neck

Just….touch starved characters…

[sunsetagain]

Baldur's Gate 3: Tabula Rasa (blank slate/empty sheet)

22 page comic.

Ship: Karlach/Sebastian/Haarlep + Ascendant Astarion.

Inspired by the bug of Raphael's resurrection after patch 5 and based on this ending.

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[demiesop]

I lost my draft and I forgot what I wanted them to talk about but I remember it's something about unresolved guilt

and an excuse to draw Sebastian

[the-masked-ram]

Fics for Gaza

Here I am taking the plunge. I'm a small blog but fast writer even when it comes to my slower times. So might as well put it to good use.

Planning on joining this fundraiser run by @ficsforgaza and help make everyone happy with some content in the process. Here is my plan of action for my wip and donation costs.

To participate- please make a donation to a vetted fundraiser and send a screenshot/proof of your donation to me in a DM. PLEASE MAKES SURE TO CENSOR ALL YOUR PERSONAL INFORMATION. (internet safety and all that jazz). In the message also let me know what fic you are donating to and I will adjust expected word counts. These screenshots are merely for keeping things as honest as possible and will be shared with @ficsforgaza

-I obviously will not be taking the money myself. Please send it to one of the vetted fundraisers mentioned in the link below.

$5.00 per 800 words or a full drabble series installment

Link to vetted places to donate here!

As soon as 50% of any of the fics are sponsored I will automatically start on them.

Drabble series-

Sweet and Sour- Ren Kaji x Fem Reader Drabble Series

Your the new girl in the city. You are tough, sassy, but don't know a lick about the gangs, and if your honest you couldn't care less. But something about Ren Kaji catches your eye. He may snap and bark like a feral dog, but you can see through it and he knows it too. Slowly, you become his sanctuary even though you are the one person he's most afraid won't accept him. And he thought he was past all that. (NSFW) 5.00 for full installment

Read Part One here!

False Immunity- Hiei x Fem Reader Drabble Series

Where Hiei learns the ins and out of human courtship. (NSFW)

Find Part One-Six on my masterlist here! 5.00 for full installment

Multichap Fics-

Flawed Hope- Astarion x OC (BG3)

Brit was a paralegal, someone who had a normal life and enjoyed what she did for the most part. Yet, the only true excitement she felt lately was when she played Baldur's Gate Three. A simple video game brought her more joy than her friends or fleeting romances. One night as depression crushes her she wishes to live one day in BG3. Her wish is granted, however the world of BG3 needs her far longer than her wish had originally intended. And the worst part? She does not get along with her favorite vampire in the slightest. (NSFW)

Read the first four chaps here! WC: 558/4000

Falling for Frogs- Sebastian x Fem Reader (SDV)

You are game developer about to make their debut into the market. The world you are about to venture into isn't exactly friendly to those of the feminine persuasion and as such you have flown under the radar using a masculine alias online. After a complete mental break down at a very important convention in Zuzu you realize you need to get away from the city for a bit so you can finish your game. Your best friend who runs a farm in Stardew Valley invites you to come stay with her. However as you stay there and get to know the locals, you realize the cute boy you saw at the con is her neighbor. What's even worse is he remembers you and just to add salt to the wound, he's one of your Kickstarters. (NSFW) WC: 0/3000

Read the first three chaps here!

The Unseen and Those Forgotten- Dabi x Fem Reader (BNHA)

The age of the Greek gods is long past. Dabi is one of the few left, his name in the ancient days had been Hades. Now he skulks among the humans, as a deity at half strength. With the old gods dying, the new ones have taken control of the humans’ feeble minds. There is a storm on the horizon though, quite literally, the end of days is nipping at mortality’s heels and the key to unlocking Kronos’s resting place, the only creature strong enough to put a stop to the apocalypse, is you. Sadly you have no idea what part you will play, after all, you are just an office worker who has an affinity for plants.... WC: 0/2000

Find the first three chaps on my masterlist here!

The Hellebore Rift- Hayato Suo x Fem Reader (Wind Breaker)

The town of Makochi has changed and so have all the gangs within it. Gone are the days of allies and rival schools. Gone are the days of delinquents battling for top spots and coming home with happy smiles from good fist fights. Now the world has been ripped apart by rifts that tear the very dimensions in two, spewing forth gigantic blood-thirsty monsters. It has forced the gangs to protect only their parts of town from everyone. Even the civilians, even those they once called friends. With those rifts and monsters, humans were gifted with powers, yet everything good always comes with a fall out. You are one of those few, blessed with the ability to Guide, to save those Espers from the toxicity that their own powers created within themselves when they protect their parts of town. You live in a small section Makochi outside any of the gangs control with a scant few Espers to call your own… or well you did until the day Hayato Suo found you. WC 0/2000

(no chapters yet)

Oneshots-

Dog Park with Megumi (no title yet)- You don't have dogs but you find yourself at the dog park everyday because you can't have pets. That's where you meet Megumi Fushiguro (NSFW)WC: 0/15000

A Bouquet of Deadly Thorns- Hanahaki Soulmate Gojo x Fem Reader

The world now is riddled with the phenomenon known as soulmates. You don't know yours but before you can even think about finding them, you must get rid of your growing feelings for Satoru Gojo, the only problem is they've grown suffocating and you've started coughing up blood and flower petals. (NSFW) WC: 3098/8000

Tetsuro Kuroo bar night (no title yet)- The first night you meet Kuroo he was celebrating with his friends who'd just won their volley ball game. You were drinking away your sorrows yet again from another shitty date. Fate had a funny way of making you forget things when he gets dared to make a move on you. (NSFW) WC: 0/10,000

Single Drabbles- 5.00 for a full drabble

Jo Togame festival day (sfw) - Link

Jo Togame the baths (NSFW) - Link

Nobara/fem! reader (jjk) (NSFW) shopping day, in the dressing room

Himuro tatsuya/male! reader (knb) (NSFW) pining, street ball rivals

Seishiro Nagi/gn!reader (blue lock) (SPICEY (not full nsfw)) comfort, lazy day, reuniting after long distance for a while

Sebastain/fem! reader (SDV) (nsfw) phone sex

Astarion/male!reader (BG3) (NSFW) dry humping, semi public sex

[strawberrypinky]

I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed with negativity on the internet recently and thus I've decided to take matters into my own hands and spread some ✨love and positivity✨

And what better way to do that, than to recommend wonderfully written fanfiction I've come across this year? Admittedly, I haven't read as much as I would have liked, but I still want to share the few I did read. So without further ado, here are my fic recs of 2024 (thus far! Might add to this along the line):

Baldur's Gate 3 Fic recs:

O Fortuna [by @gufu-vire] on AO3 - Raphael x Dark Urge ❦ Plot: Post the events of BG3, a redeemed Dark Urge and Raphael renegotiate terms to fulfil a contract sworn upon during the crisis of the Absolute. An adventure fraught with tension, frustration, conflict, and more as the reader partners up with the devil you love to hate…

This is possibly a very biased mention on this list, because I consider Goof a very dear friend and moot, but it is a deserved spot nonetheless! I have yet to catch up with a majority of the chapters, but I'm enjoying a lot of sneak peeks and Gufu's creative process in private in the meantime. Between the conflict this story is utterly hilarious and witty and is a perfect balance between action and idle affairs. There are also so many intriguing takes on Raphael as a character & Harleep deserves a trophy on his own. I could talk a lot about this story, but truly, I cannot recommend it enough!

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Sleep Deprivation - [by @nyda-the-tav & Aisln] on AO3 - Gortash x Tav ❦ Plot: As Orin continues to harass the group of misfits trying to stop the Absolute, Ophelia (Tav) looks for safety in the arms of Gortash in an effort to combat sleep deprivation.

I've only recently started reading this story & both authors best believe that once I've caught up with all 50(!) chapters, I'll leave a more detailed review for Sleep Deprivation. But what I've read thus far has been nothing short of a joy, and I'm always down for a good Tav being absolutely ruined by Gortash himself. The dynamic between the supposed enemy and the hero is gripping, hilarious and not to mention really well written! Kudos to the authors! I'm really excited to read more of what you two come up with!

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His Star - His Queen [by @random-introverted-blog] on AO3 - Astarion x Tav/Astarion x Dark Urge ❦ Plot: An ascended Astarion kidnaps the Dark Urge/Tav from a different timeline, after loosing her in his. Desperate to save Tav/Durge from himself, Astarion follows her to rescue his love from certain suffering at his own hands.

I was recommended this story on TikTok (of all places, lol) and I wasn't sure what to expect - but holy shit. The first chapter alone had me on the edge of my seat, as you're really thrown into the action from the start, but the entire premise had me hooked as soon as Ascendant Astarion made his appearance. I often have issues with the ascended version of Astarion's character (I just looooove fixing him & I've got issues with the 'make him worse' story arc), but the exploration of what could have been in tandem with trying to save the heroine from inevitable suffering is beautiful & I can't recommend it enough. I've yet to catch up with every chapter (can you tell I've got trouble keeping up with fics, lmfao?) but either way, "His Star - His Queen" is deservedly on this list!

Note: This fic includes non-consensual sexual content

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Judgement by the Hounds [by @septembersummer] on AO3 - Gortash x The Dark Urge ❦ Plot: A look into the relationship of The Dark Urge (Seren) and Gortash, from their first meeting up to their shared end. "The rise and fall of the worst situationship of all time" indeed.

This one I actually finished (very slay), though I'm not sure I actually processed it. I went through all five stages of grief reading this and I'm not even sure I can say anything without spoiling the entire premise. Dear author, you have written possibly the most captivating and enchanting portrayal of Durge and Gortash & though I knew how it would end, I was wishing for a happy end through it all. There's nothing to say about this, other than it was utter perfection.

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Miscellaneous One Shot recommendations:

legacy with no memory by @discordsmuse on AO3 - Gortash x The Dark Urge The Weight of A Promise by @sserpente on tumblr [Part 2 is equally good!] - Gortash x Tav/OC kiddo. by @avocado-writing on tumblr. - Gortash & OC

to have and to hold by @littlejuicebox on tumblr. - Astarion x Tav

choices. by @deadtired-highkeyenergetic on tumblr - Astarion x Tav

how to win a custody battle in one easy step. by alltears on AO3 - Astarion x Tav

Dangerous by NaeveTheWizard on AO3 - Astarion x The Dark Urge

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Honourable Mentions:

I'm also giving a shout-out to @avani-telvanni & @infernaldaydreams, because while neither have written fanfiction I could recommend, I am obsessed with their respective artworks for Tav x Gortash/Durge x Gortash. You guys are absolutely amazing and I'm conistently in awe of what you create. You deserve all the recognition you receive and more 💕

Hogwarts Legacy Fic rec's: a very short list, but two are dear to me nonetheless!

Victory [by @jonquil] on AO3 - Victor Rookwood x Original Female Character ❦ Plot: Victor Rookwood is enraptured by the new, ancient-magic-wielding student attending Hogwarts - and Victor Rookwood always comes out on top.

Technically I started reading "Victory" in 2023, when it first came out, alas, it was finished earlier this year and I couldn't help but include it, because it remains one of my favourite fanfiction ever. To me, it's the best fictionalisation of "Enemies to Lovers" in a long time, as I was rooting for the villain to win from start to finish. From the wonderful characterisation of Rookwood to the alternative canon timeline and ultimately the victory of the villain - there's nothing like it and I was hooked from start to finish. I am still sad it's over, but I'm excited to read the prequel (as soon as I get to it, lmfao), because I know it'll be equally spectacular!

Note: This fic contains non-consensual sexual content.

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Invisible String [by @legacygirlingreen] on tumblr (though it can be found on both AO3 and wattpad too!) - Sebastian Sallow x Reader ❦ Plot: In an alternative, victorian-attitude-compliant timeline, Sebastian Sallow falls for the new fifth-year. This story explores the sweet beginnings of a tender love amidst hardships and battles ahead.

Admittedly, this is possibly the most biased fic rec ever, but I stand behind it nonetheless. While this fic started in March of last year & brought me and my platonic soulmate May, aka legacygirlingreen, together, it remains my favourite Sebastian Sallow fic to this day. The amount of love, time and creativity May put into this has me in awe time and time again. The sweet and tender love the two protagonists experience is perfectly fluffy and slice-of-life, yet the alternative version of the canon events of Hogwarts Legacy add the perfect amount of drama and action. I will always come back to this fic, because yes - It is that good.

[rosebushjhj]

When you run out of fanfics so you gotta whip out character.AI

*edit- damn, thank you everyone

[jmliebert]

♡ masterlist ♡

hi, I daydream, I write and obsess over fictional characters ˙ᵕ˙

✩BALDUR'S GATE✩

Halsin

Halsin in love (headcanons)

Halsin headcanons (smut&fluff headcanons)

Scent of Seduction (short-story) (smut&fluff)

Hot and bothered (short-story) (smut&fluff)

Halsin longing for you (your scent makes him forget himself) (smut)

lovesick halsin (fluff headcanons)

halsin x shy!insecure!reader (smut/fluff headcanons)

halsin x astarion headcanons

apologising on their knees (gale☆astarion☆halsin)

Gale

quiet nights spent with Gale (headcanons)

tormenting Gale.... (gale smut) (gale soft sub)

starry nights belong to lovers (short-story)

lovesick gale (fluff headcanons)

domestic bliss with gale (fluff headcanons)

apologising on their knees (gale☆astarion☆halsin)

Astarion

lovesick astarion (headcanons)

halsin x astarion headcanons

apologising on their knees (gale☆astarion☆halsin)

✩HARRY POTTER✩

Tom Riddle

When Tom Riddle is attracted to you

Yule Ball with Tom Riddle

Nights with Tom Riddle

Tom Riddle as your professor

Tom Riddle in love

Tom Riddle x soft crybaby

Creature of the night (short-story) (smut) (manipulative tom)

Tom Riddle x Evil!Reader (headcanons)

Draco Malfoy

When Draco Malfoy has a crush on you

My favourite Draco (headcanons)

Draco x Harry (fluffy headcanons)

George Weasley

When George Weasley has a crush on you

George Weasley as ur bf

✩HOGWARTS LEGACY✩

Sebastian Sallow

Yule Ball with Sebastian Sallow

Sebastian as your boyfriend

Ominis Gaunt

When Ominis has a crush on you

Ominis as your boyfriend

Garreth Weasley

When Garreth has a crush on you

Slytherin trio (you x sebastian x ominis)

slytherin trio dynamics (headcannons)

when both Sebastian and Ominis have a crush on you

(you x ominis x sebastian x poppy x natsai x garreth x ammit)

hl friends-group dynamics

hl friend-group dynamics (drunk-edition)

✩HOTD✩

Aemond

modern Aemond headcanons

when Aemond has a crush on you

Aemond as your boyfriend

I'm very open to suggestions, requests etc love to hear from you

also! thank you for reading my small pieces of work, for all the reblogs, comments, follows and likes (it makes my heart flutter....)

(lovely dividers by @cafekitsune)

[dancingbirdie]

Y’ALL I’m in a smut rut and need some ideas. Pls feel free to send me your thoughts/requests/daydreams.

[papugaka]

Commission from my friend ヾ(=`ω´=)ノ”

[coffeeandmagicaltales]

Wonderful comission I made for @mrs-sharp ❤️ Thank you for your trust and support, It means a lot to me 🥹❤️

[lysblack]

Tav's version of ✨Romance✨

Both Astarion and Nere are so into it.

[reformedvillain]

I just like the idea of Sebastian being included in the Halsin/Astarion polycule, sue me

[bleeding-star-heart]

Sebastian Vael in Faerun, pt 1 (maybe)

So this has been inspired by @bluerose5 's little series of ficlets/posts- I take zero credit for the crossover idea. The only thing I've added to this is a recent mini-fixation on Sebastian Vael.

Sebastian Vael: *limping as he rubs his temples to relieve the pain of the recent tadpole insertion* Ow. Ow. Oh, Maker, why-?

Astarion: Hurry, I've got one of those brain things...*sees Sebastian's injured leg and the way he's holding his leg* Holy shit. What happened to you? Sebastian: *lets out a long sigh* I have not the slightest idea. Astarion: *shrugs* Well, what's the last thing you remember? Sebastian: Well, I was standing outside the Chantry when all of a sudden this giant, monstrous thing made of tentacles appeared in the sky. It... reached down with its tentacles and started...destroying things. Houses were falling down all around, people were screaming... Astarion: *not sure what a Chantry is* So you were in Baldur's Gate, then? Sebastian: *blinks in confusion* Baldur's Gate? What's that? No, I was in Kirkwall and then...and then I wasn't. I was in some sort of horrid black cage with a glass- Astarion: *points to the nautiloid capsule he recently escaped from* Like that? Sebastian: *Nods vigorously* Yes, that's exactly it! How did you?- Astarion: I was on the nautiloid myself. Sebastian: *winces* The nautiloid? Astarion: *smug* That's what they call mind flayer ships, if I'm not mistaken. Sebastian: *groans* So it was real. Maker, I was hoping this was just a bad dream. Astarion: *laughs sharply* Well, I hate to disappoint, but I'm afraid it is real. All of it, including whatever that gods-forsaken thing they shoved down our eye socket is.

Sebastian: *rubs his temples and groans* Maker.

[erismerald]

𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 (Samuel Drake x Insecure Fem! Reader) 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝚰𝚰

𝐀/𝐍: Greetings my darlings! I hope you enjoyed the first part, as promised here is the second and final part of Thunder Nights!!! I admit that writing this story has given me the motivation to write again and entertain my and your creative mind!!! Without further ado, I hope you enjoy, enjoy your reading!!!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It's amazing how exciting and terrifying living alone can be, during a sleepless night as you think back and rethink the nights others warmed the bed of the person you loved the most, a storm of pleasure hit your door... Just the two of you in that flat, the rain and the storm drowning out the obscene sounds that the two of you were producing… A night of first experiences that neither of you would ever forget.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Insecure reader, Age gap, Nsfw, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, worship and praise kink, a huge load of fluff, Drunk Sam. first time sex

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

"Tell me you want me, darling, beg for me, let me be a priest who worships you, let me make you mine, and only mine…" he said between kisses and caresses, your head was light, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your heart and the pounding rain, but with effort you answered

"Yes… please."

"I promise you won't regret it my fallen angel, my beloved Y/N…" for mere seconds your eyes were locked on each other, as if you were vowing something, something so unholy that words weren't quite enough to portray it, yet you couldn't help but look away as you felt Sam's hands move slowly down your curves, your heartbeat quickening with his every touch, you were completely under his domination and that aroused and fascinated you. … the nights you had dreamt of, that you had longed for his touch, had now become a reality, and you couldn't control your breathing, with every touch you felt like you were going to suffocate with so much desire.

Your lips touched once more, once more that forbidden flavour… that one taste that you knew would be your downfall that night, his hands were firmly on your waist, pulling you tightly to him, and without warning his sinful lips travelled up to your neck, kissing lightly, causing you to release sounds of pleasure that you were trying to repress "don't repress that beautiful melody, my little dove, let that be the music to which our bodies will dance tonight" his voice resonated against your sensitive skin, his lips were quickly replaced by his teeth, leaving little marks, bites of love " so that everyone will know who you belong to darling" he whispered, as his hands slid into the fabric of your pyjamas "S-Sam-" his lips muffled his name, as his hands continued their work. … he explored your skin carefully, so as not to hurt you, until… he reached your breasts, his eyes locked on yours asking for permission, but at that moment you couldn't respond, your breathing was ragged, your heart was beating at an unthinkable pace, your face showed how much you wanted him, but that wasn't enough for Sam.

"Tell me, my love…" he began by lightly caressing them, grabbing them then massaging them "how about we remove this stubborn fabric that keeps getting in the way of my task…" he smirked in your direction when he saw that you were embarrassed at the idea of being exposed to him "Yes? Shall we?" you nodded in agreement… he laughed softly and in less than a second the garment covering your breasts disappeared. Ashamed, you tried to hide it, but Sam didn't let that happen. He grabbed your wrists with one hand and slowly raised them above your head. "Don't hide the beautiful piece of art you are… my God, you're gorgeous… you hypnotise me" he said, licking two of his fingers, from the hand that was still free, and stroking them gently against your nipple. The warmth of the humidity and the chill that the room brought made you gasp. You closed your eyes tightly as a wave of pleasure electrified your body. "Yes…please…" Sam smiled, kissing your collarbone, tracing a path of kisses down to your breasts, sensitive and eager to feel more of that sensation, but instead of being direct, he kissed the valley between them… feeling your breathing cease… you moaned softly when his lips parted from your skin "do you desire me so much that you can't bear to let me part from your skin for a second, darling? " and with that he captured one of your nipples, this time you moaned loudly and felt your hands being freed, falling into his hair and pulling him closer, his tongue danced and his teeth caused an unprecedented sensation in your body, with your legs, you wrapped around his body and pulled your bodies closer together.

"You like this, don't you, angel? "your bodies were so close together that even with your clothes on you could feel his hard member against you and you were delirious, your thoughts were wild and erotic, you fantasised about the things you wanted to do at that moment, you removed your hands from his hair and felt brave enough to explore his body, drawing pleasurable patterns on his skin, listening to his growl as he paid attention to your pleasure, until you finally reached his member, running your hand over it lightly, teasing him, watching his reaction "I'm not the only one who's enjoying this little moment of ours" you whispered in his ear, biting his lobe.

He grabbed your hands tightly and pinned you once, stealing a kiss, while your gaze locked "I'm going to be gentle darling, because if it wasn't our first time I'd already be fucking you on top of this stall, without a second thought" with one of his hands still holding yours he moved your hand to his hard member "this is what you do to me my sweet angel, you hypnotise me, you lead me to lapse into a sinful labyrinth in which my thoughts only focus on being deep inside you, the only thing you're capable of saying is begging for more" that comment made you blush even more, he knew exactly what he was doing. … he knew that it would only excite you more, but for a few moments a wave of insecurity passed through your body, reminding you of the women he had already held in his arms, reminding you that you had almost no experience, and this emotion was reflected in your gaze, his hand wrapped around your face, in a gentle way "what occupies your hermetic mind my love?" you carefully moved his body away from yours, your gaze turned away from his and you faced the floor.

"Samuel, I don't have any experience in this, in fact this is my first time… I don't know what to do, what to say, where to touch you… and I'm ashamed of it, I feel inadequate compared to the women you've been with… "For seconds you felt your eyes brimming with tears once again, Sam analysed your expression, slowly with his hand he caressed the left side of your cheeks, his touch was like hot logs feeding the burning fire underneath your skin, the anxiety was still there but with his touch, you felt your mind dissipate.

"Oh no. You’re not inferior. Those women were my mistakes. All of that was my mistake. I got involved with the wrong people. And you’re not the wrong person. You’re perfect." his lips traced a forbidden path through your flesh, led by passion and his fierce desire for your body "Oh darling… focus on me and how well your body connects with mine, I may have had other lovers before, but they only served as mere apprentices so that I could satisfy you like the mistress you are".

His words hung in the air, heavy with promise and desire. You felt his lips, warm and hungry, against your flesh, igniting flames of passion that danced along your nerves. His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as he explored every inch of your body with a fervor that left you breathless.

With each caress, each whispered confession of longing and need, you felt yourself surrendering to him completely. Gone was the doubt, the insecurity that had plagued you before. In his arms, you found solace, acceptance, and a love so consuming it threatened to consume you whole.

As his hands roamed over your curves, tracing the contours of your body with reverence, you let out a soft moan of pleasure. Every touch, every kiss, was a testament to his devotion, a declaration of his desire to worship you in ways you had only ever dreamed of.

And as he guided you to heights of ecstasy you had never known, you knew that this was where you belonged. In his embrace, in his bed, where his love wrapped around you like a warm embrace, banishing the shadows of doubt and insecurity forever.

Your body hummed with anticipation as he settled between your thighs, his breath hot against you skin as he gazed up at her with hunger in his eyes. She parted her legs eagerly, aching for his touch as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her inner thigh with featherlight kisses.

With a soft sigh, you arched your hips, silently urging him closer, and he obliged, his tongue tracing a tantalizing path towards you pussy. You gasped loudly as he parted your folds with his fingers, exposing you to his starving gaze before diving in with a hunger that left you trembling.

His tongue danced over your sensitive clit, flicking and teasing with expert precision as you writhed beneath him, lost in the pleasure of his touch. You moaned his name over and over again, your fingers tangling in his hair as he devoured you with a fervor that left you breathless.

He delved deeper, exploring every inch of your core with his tongue, his lips, his fingers, driving you to the edge of sanity with his relentless reverence. You moaned loud, your body quivering with need as he brought you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.

And then, with a final, desperate cry, you shattered beneath him, your world exploding into a million stars as he drank in you essence, savoring the taste of your desire as you surrendered to the bliss of your release.

As you came down from the dizzying heights of pleasure, you looked down at him, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the man who had brought you to such heights of ecstasy. And as he crawled back up her body, his lips finding you in a tender kiss, you knew that you were truly blessed. "I… done everything right? I'm sorry if I did something that didn't please you -" Sam stopped your train of thought with another kiss, after leaving you breathless once again he looked at you and you could see the affection and desire in his gaze "Princess you were fantastic, your flavour, your voice echoing like a sweet melody, I myself felt hypnotised by every tiny movement of your body." Slowly he moved closer to you, laying your body back against the soft surface, covering every part of your body with his.

For in that moment, as you surrendered to him completely, you knew that you were not just his lover, but his equal, his partner in passion and desire. And as you melted into each other's arms, lost in a world of pleasure and devotion, you knew that this was only the beginning of a love that would burn bright and fierce for all eternity.

Your bodies melded together in a symphony of desire, each movement choreographed by an unspoken understanding of each other's needs. He traced the curve of your hip with his fingertips, leaving a trail of fire in his wake, while you arched your back, offering herself to him completely.

your lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss, tongues dancing in a primal rhythm as they sought to devour each other. With every kiss, every touch, the intensity between them grew, building to a crescendo of need and longing.

He trailed kisses down your neck, nipping at you delicate skin with just enough force to send a shiver down her spine. You gasped, your nails digging into his back as he teased you, driving you to the edge of madness with his gentle ministrations.

Please, darling, let me devour you once more, let me intoxicate myself with your sweet ambrosia, let me make you feel like the goddess you are once more, can you do that for me? can you behave yourself and let me take care of you?" His voice was raspy, you were both sore, but you didn't want to be unable to feel his touch on you. "Yes-" you were about to speak but his hands slid down to your hips, holding you steady, you could feel his hard member against your core "Not like that love" he said kissing your neck biting and leaving marks where his lips passed "beg for me… you were taking me so well, beg for me"

You were gasping for breath, your face was flushing, but the way he spoke… the way he asked you for things, no matter how embarrassed he made you, you wanted to satisfy him. "Please Sam… let me feel you, make me your muse and use my body as a canvas so that you can leave your mark on it." "Wow… I didn't expect that, love, but I loved it, I think you've been learning a thing or two from me" he laughed lightly

With a low growl of hunger, he moved lower, trailing kisses along your collarbone, your breasts, until he reached the apex of your thighs once more. There, he lingered, inhaling your scent, savoring the taste of your desire before finally giving in to the temptation that beckoned him.

His tongue flicked out, tracing slow circles around her clit, eliciting a soft cry of pleasure from her lips. He teased you, building the tension until she was writhing beneath him, her hands tangled in his hair as she begged for release.

And when he finally plunged into you, filling you with his hardness, they both cried out in ecstasy, lost in the throes of passion. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge until they were teetering on the brink of oblivion.

And then, with a final, desperate cry, they fell over the edge together, consumed by the flames of their desire as they rode the waves of pleasure to completion. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them, lost in each other's embrace as they surrendered to the bliss of your union.

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☾✧ Blacklit Night ✧☽

Rating: Mature (for heavy themes) Summary: Astarion meets Sebastian. You know how this ends. Wordcount: 5k TW: angst, vampiric compulsion/Cazador's compulsion on Astarion, references to past abuse and torture, memories of past NonCon, verbal abuse.

Author's Note: This contains spoilers for Act 3 of BG3, specifically Astarion's companion quest. As always - don't like don't read. Even though there are no explicit sexual themes, I would prefer minors did not interact with this post or my blog.

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Blacklit Night

The night is dark, and the sparse light of the stars speaks of violence, not peace.

One would think that a city like Baldur’s Gate never sleeps, but it does. There is a moment, when all the fishermen have come back from sea, when the workers have returned to their homes and their children, where the lords and ladies of the upper crust stare silently at each other from across long dinner tables. That moment is the holding of breath before the first death of the night:

The sun still shines just barely, dark creatures lurking in the safety of the darkness, not yet able to step out of the shadows. Warm lights begin to glow from windows as the sun sets, as families have their hearty meals, as the nobles retreat to quietly behold each other, to joke about the peasants or hate their rich counterparts in peace. The world breathes one last breath of golden sun, the sea turns red, and the last of the light fades.

The nightlife begins: Taverns grow loud with song and fun, drinks are poured, first one, then two, then one too many. The hardship of the day is washed away, travellers finally arrive at their destinations - slipped in at last light, we got so lucky - and dutiful students of the Society sneak out of their bedroom windows to get high on mushrooms from the Underdark and kiss beneath the pale moonlight.

The life of daylight is one Astarion barely remembers. It has not been long, a few months, maybe a year or two. Who can tell these days? It’s always dark and there is always pain. When he is not allowed to leave the palace, time passes differently. Godey tells him weeks have passed, but Godey lies. Astarion does not dare ask his siblings. He makes notches on the wall behind a rotting coffin, but the only marker to go by is hunger, and the hunger is eternal. 

Yes, it has not been so long since the life of daylight - his life, a life that belonged to him - was taken from Astarion. Even if he can’t tell exactly how long, that much he can say. On the nights he is allowed to go out - to hunt for prey - he can see that the fashions haven’t changed much. He can tell that the bartenders have not aged (not visibly at least), nor been replaced with someone younger and better looking. There is still the same elven girl behind the bar, with the blue hair and the brown eyes who always smiles at him when he orders a drink he carries around all night to look like he belongs. He never smiles back, afraid to reveal his fangs on accident, afraid he would scare her much more than he ever could by being stand-offish and rude.

Astarion misses the daylight more than he misses anything else about his old life. He misses the sun burning his skin that was pale even before death took him. He misses the warmth of it- a kind of warmth that can not be imitated by anything else, a warmth that seeps into your bones and makes you feel like soothing embers glow inside your bones. Nowadays, he is always so cold. Cold in the way a forgotten graveyard is, devoid of life and devoid of comfort.

Astarion pulls his cloak tighter. It is finely embroidered with black and silver peacocks, complimenting his own silver hair and his pale complexion - or so Leon tells him. Mirrors do not show Astarion’s image anymore. The cloak is finely woven, just good enough to make it seem like he might have a little more money than he lets on, but not so garish as to catch the attention of heaps of thieves and robbers. Attracting prey is a delicate game, and Cazador has perfected it. Not that he ever needs to do the dirty work himself, of course. 

No, it’s Astarion’s hands that will be bloody, Astarion’s lips that will feel numb, Astarion’s skin that will burn at the memory of a loving touch unwanted, and Astarion’s mind that will be burdened with the knowledge of what their face looked like in the moment of betrayal. How their eyes begged for mercy that he does not have the power to grant.

Cazador loves it when they arrive scared to death. Cazador drains the pain and the fear and the suffering from the air to swallow it whole, to gorge himself on it until he bursts. He strokes Astarion’s silver hair, he tells him that he gets better at it every time, but this one still is not good enough.

“At least you are trying to make yourself useful the only way you can,” Cazador says, as if Astarion had any choice, any say in the matter. “At least I won’t have to tell Godey to have to punish you again. It really is a shame, bruises heal so slowly on your delicate skin. Although the screams make it nearly worth it, don’t you agree? Come now, boy. Won’t you dine with us?”

The memory of Cazador’s rotten voice seeps into Astarion’s bones when he turns around a corner and nearly trips. His tongue tastes the blood of putrid rats a hundred times over, and it’s all Astarion can do not to retch. He closes his eyes for a second to breathe, stumbling for just a second.

A warm hand wraps around his upper arm before he can catch himself.

“My gods, have you been walking long? You are freezing!”

“I’m fine, I just have-” Astarion’s words die on his tongue when he looks up at the man who caught him. 

Maybe man is not the right word - still nearly a boy, with long hair and a deep voice that won’t rightly fit his delicate features. His lips are full and his eyes are dark, and the fingers wrapped around Astarion’s wiry arm have a strength to them that one would not expect. He makes Astarion wish his heart could still race just to get high off that feeling once more.

Astarion stiffens and pulls back from the stranger’s grasp, cursing his mind for being so soft and so stupid even after everything that has happened.

You are just a silly boy. This behaviour must be corrected. You will learn to obey. Obey.

“I am fine. I can handle myself.” Astarion says again, straightening his collar, his voice cold. He rips his arm from the boy’s warm grasp impatiently. If he is too nice to him, the boy will follow, the boy will ask-

“Would you like to join me for a drink? I was just about to go in.”

No.

Panic rises like bile in Astarion’s throat.

You will learn. Never let it be you inviting them. Make them think it’s their idea - lull them in safety, spin a web around them while they bask in your beauty and attention. Make them think they have caught you, not the other way around. Find me the most beautiful of them, and bring them to me. Godey will have a wonderful time breaking your bones if you don’t. Find the ones that make your heart ache and betray them. Bring them to me. Obey.

Astarion opens his mouth to decline, tries to deny the seed the Cazador’s commands have planted inside his chest. He can’t do it- he never can.

“Of course. Tell me about yourself.” A pleasant smile settles in the corners of Astarion’s mouth, plastered on by Cazador’s words. Bring me the most beautiful of them. Never decline the offer of a drink.

The stranger holds the door of the tavern open for Astarion, his frame taller and broader than Astarion’s own. His face has not the shadow of a beard and his hair shimmers in the golden light. His eyes are kind. He does not look like he comes from a noble family. There is too much excitement, too much of a need to prove himself worthy. The only thing that could have saved him- gone.

No noblemen. Never noblemen, never their children. They will bring unwanted attention.

Astarion closes his eyes for a moment. There must be something that can save him- there must be something he can do-

The stranger leads him to an empty table in a low lit corner. With the darkness gone, he looks a little older now- his features less soft, his nose stronger. And still…

“I’m passing through town,” he explains with a gentle voice. His hands lay on the table, open and inviting. “I am a jeweller, and I heard there is good trade to be made in the city proper. I had some… complications on the road. I- my name is Sebastian.”

Sebastian.

Astarion hates it when they tell him their names. He can never forget them, they carve themselves into his dead heart and burn him with the acid of his betrayal each day like snake venom dripping down his throat.

Sebastian. Each letter a drop of poison.

Press your lips together, maybe the words won’t slip out. Maybe it’s not too late to save him, maybe-

“My name’s Astarion,” says his treacherous tongue. “I’m a magistrate in the city.”

Sebastian’s eyes light up.

“Astarion… my first acquaintance in the big city, and he is named after a star. I must immortalise our meeting in a piece of my work- a necklace maybe, or a ring…” His voice drifts off when he realises that Astarion’s hand is gripping the table so tightly his knuckles are white with pain. “Oh, I- I am sorry. I have been told I can come on a little strong. All I meant was- what a lucky coincidence to have stumbled upon someone who knows the city so well! How lucky for you to have accepted my invitation!”

Astarion’s unbeating heart aches at the excitement in Sebastian’s voice.

“How lucky indeed,” he says, Cazador’s eternal smile making his lips ache. Never stop smiling. Make them feel like they are wanted- like they are the only thing you have wanted all night. “I was already on my way back home- I had given up on the night somewhat, you see. To have stumbled into such a dashing stranger- it was me who got lucky.”

His words weep the false sweetness of a lie, but Sebastian seems not to notice that Astarion’s throat burns like acid.

“You flatter me,” he mumbles. “I know I- you don’t have to be nice to me if you would rather wish to go home. I would not blame you.”

Everything in Astarion’s body screams, every muscle fighting against the inevitable command, every nerve alight with panic and hatred: Hatred against Cazador, and against his own weakness. Astarion watches with wide eyes as his own pale hand moves across the table to cover Sebastian’s. He cannot stop it, just like he cannot unhear Cazador’s whisper in the dark. Find out what they like and give it to them. No matter what it is. Most of all - make sure it is you.

“Nonsense,” say Astarion’s numb lips. “There is nowhere I would rather be than here. Why, your company is much better than the silence of my bedchamber.”

Sebastian smiles a tentative smile, his eyes lighting up at the touch of Astarion’s hand on his.

“So you have nobody… waiting for you?” His voice shakes a little even as his fingers glide across Astarion’s smooth, pale skin. He has never done this before. Astarion can tell. “Nobody to get home to?”

The question makes Astarion’s head spin. The bond won’t allow him to talk about Cazador. When they ask you where you live, where you are going - lie. Lie convincingly.

“Some of my siblings live around here,” Astarion mumbles. “I stay with them when I am in the district.”

“Ah.” Sebastian’s voice is an odd mixture of relief and disappointment. “You know, I-”

They are interrupted by a barmaid asking for their order. Astarion breathes, digging his nails into his palm until he draws blood. He can’t do it, not with this one. He is too sweet, too innocent. All he wants is a taste of the excitement of the city.

Give him that taste.

No.

Yes. He wants it. You provide.

Conversation with Sebastian is so easy. As the wine flows, his hands wander, drumming on the table, tugging at his shirtsleeves, playing with a family ring. He is never still, and Astarion is enraptured by it. Sebastian’s whole life story could probably fit on two pages, but Astarion always finds new questions to ask him.

Show interest. Make them feel wanted.

No. Astarion asks for his own sake. He begs Cazador’s command to let him care about Sebastian, this sweet stranger. To drink the wine, to joke and show interest just because he wants to. Just this once.

Sebastian does not notice. Sebastian talks and smiles and laughs, his hands in the air, on Astarion’s shoulder; then on his thigh when Astarion places them there. And Astarion finds himself not minding to be touched. Not by him. Sebastian’s touches are not one of hunger or desire, they speak of interest and intimacy in ways Astarion had forgotten.

With some time, even the compulsion of Cazador’s voice fades into the background. Astarion’s attentions are fully focused on the delicate man with the strong hands across from him. Sebastian’s voice is gentle and deep as he tells of his journey from his village through the wilderness. He passed by Moonrise - so far away from the city, where Astarion has never been! He tells tales of his family and growing up in a small village, of his childhood helping out on a farm and of the smith that took him on as an apprentice years ago. He speaks of his work with a deep reverence, and Astarion’s pretend-interest soon turns into real fascination.

The way Sebastian describes his work is almost magical. How the metals come alive beneath his hands - it’s like Astarion can see it now, the heavy swing of a hammer, the delicate touch of fine tools and strong fingers to fit precious stones and bend any material to their will.

Enchanted by the other’s presence, soon their fingers intertwine, their heads so close together they can taste each other’s breath, smelling of honeyed wine as the other patrons fade away into the background. It’s only the two of them, in their own little corner of the world, lit by candlelight and sweet attention.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” Sebastian whispers, his breath warm on Astarion’s face. Warm in the way the sun is. How much he has missed it.

“I could say the same.” They are the first genuine words Astarion has uttered in a long time. “I have met many travellers, but none of them have been like you.”

Sebastian’s eyes darken for a moment, his fingers playing with Astarion’s paler ones.

“None of them?”

Astarion grits his teeth, pressing out a truth that terrifies him.

“None of them have made me want to protect them the way you do. I’ve barely known you one night, and I cannot bear the thought of your suffering.”

Sebastian laughs the easy giggle of someone who has never known real pain.

“Why would I suffer? I am here. And… I’ve found you. A little star among mere mortals.”

No! You didn't find me. I found you, Astarion wants to scream. Run. Run while you still can.

Cazador’s frigid voice seeps back into his skull like the cold embrace of death, and Astarion’s happiness leaks out of his heart and drains away through the creaky floorboards of the tavern when his Master’s compulsion grips him tight once more.

Give them what they want. Then bring them to me.

He doesn’t want to. He tries to shut his mouth, tries to pull his hands away, but he can’t do any of it. Sebastian smiles at him, his eyes only speaking of newly found adoration and interest. Astarion wants to shove him away, but the closest he can get is pressing out a few words, as close to the truth as he can manage, though his body barely allows those.

“Oh darling, I think it’s me that found you.” Astarion’s smile burns on his lips. “You should lea-”

The words burn in his throat like bile, and as much as Astarion tries to get them out, there is nothing in all the hells and all of this world that could overcome Cazador’s command. Astarion chokes, then clears his throat and wipes away Sebastian’s concerned hand on his face, holding the sun-warmth of his hand gently. He is so full of life.

“I’m fine, my love. Just a bit of… wine stuck in my throat. Do forgive me.”

Sebastian smiles softly, his hand settling on Astarion’s pale arm, restlessly drawing intricate patterns.

“What is there to forgive? Do you need anything? Do you want me to get you something, a cup of water perhaps? Let me help you.”

“A drink would be lovely.” Astarion is desperate. Never has his heart seized like this in the face of his prey, never has he wanted to get away from a target as much as this one. Never has he hoped to forget a name as desperately.

Please, just this once.

He would beg on his knees, he would give up the last of his dignity if he had any left at all. Not this one. Not Sebastian, with his gentle eyes and his sweet smile and his delicate hands. Not Sebastian who has never done anything wrong in his life other than come to Baldur’s Gate and try to help a stranger. Not him. Anyone else, but not him.

Astarion stares after Sebastian when he gets up from his seat. A soft touch of the shoulder and Sebastian vanishes into the crowd filling the tavern, on his mission to help Astarion. If only he could be helped. If only a glass of water could fix what is broken inside him.

Astarion tries to get up, he really does. If he can leave, maybe Sebastian won’t find him, and Cazador will never have to know. Better to be bruised and beat up and hungry for an eternity, better to be degraded and burned and starved for months than to see the look on Sebastian’s face as he realises that Astarion has betrayed him. Better to let Godey break all of his bones a hundred times over than to know that Sebastian is dead because of him.

It does not help. Astarion’s fingers prickle with hatred when he digs them into the table, trying to will himself to get back up, to leave and never return. To hope that Sebastian is gone by the time Cazador lets Astarion leave the palace again. Even to be dead and buried would be better than betrayed and drained. It’s all Astarion’s fault. He should never have let it get this far, should have run the second he saw the kindness in Sebastian’s eyes.

It’s all for naught. Astarion’s skull is pounding with Cazador’s compulsion when Sebastian returns to the table, a cup of water in his hand.

Someone who makes your heart ache. Bring me them so I can make you watch, make you scream and cry and beg for their life. You know nothing you say could ever move me to let them go, but oh, how sweet it will be to hear you sing and pray to me for their release. And pray you will, boy.

Astarion smiles at Sebastian and hates himself for it.

“What are your plans for tomorrow?” he asks, even if the venom nearly clogs his throat - knowing that tomorrow will never come, not for Sebastian. He will die tonight with Cazador’s fangs in his neck, going limp like a doll as the sunlight of his life is drained from him. And Astarion will have one more name to carve into his heart.

“I’m going to the market!” Sebastian is vibrating with excitement. His hair shimmers in the low light when he bends closer. “I brought some pieces with me, and I want to see if I can get a licence to sell them, maybe down at the market by the docks. I heard there is a forge near here, I might try to find that as well. I just… I want to see as much of the city as I can before life catches up and I have to return to work.”

Astarion digs his nails into the roughed up wood of the table, but not even that pain can keep the next words from slipping over his traitorous lips.

“To the market, hm? That’s exciting, my darling. Quite the journey from here though if you want to get there early enough to ask for a trading licence. Do you know where you will stay tonight?”

His heart shatters into a million pieces at the look on Sebastian’s face: surprise that quickly changes into tentative excitement, like he can’t fully believe what Astarion is implying. He can see the flush that creeps into Sebastian’s cheeks, smell the treat that has been forbidden to him ever since he has craved it. Not even the hunger hurts as much as the inevitable pain of losing this beautiful stranger to Cazador’s greed and bloodlust.

“I was hoping I could rent a room here. But you are right, maybe it is a little far from the market,” Sebastian says, his eyes now lingering on Astarion’s lips, on his exposed neck. His heartbeat betrays him: fast and uneven, stumbling with desire Astarion was hoping would never bloom.

Take the room, he wants to say. Take it and don’t leave it until the sun is up and creatures like me have crawled back to where we came from and can’t hurt you anymore.

What he says instead makes the tips of Sebastian’s ears go flushed and rosy.

“This place is not exactly known for its trustworthy clientele either. I know… someone in the city. I’m staying at his place - if you come with me, I promise we won’t be disturbed.”

The smile on Sebastian’s face is tinted with tentative lust, his eyes wandering where he has not let himself look. Astarion curses himself as an alluring smile appears on his own lips. All he wants is to slip out of his skin and leave behind a beautiful shell, empty and void of any trace of him. Anything not to have to feel like this anymore. Dirty and used, an instrument to another’s thirst for power.

Sebastian leans in closer, his breath mingling with Astarion’s own. He smells sweet, like honeyed wine and thyme.

“What exactly are you planning to do with me if you have to make sure we won’t be disturbed?” He sounds genuinely curious in a way that makes Astarion’s breath stutter.

Another man would ask the same question, already knowing the answer, relishing the implications, the innuendo. Another man would already have his hands on Astarion’s thigh without being invited to, would already be kissing his neck without even paying attention to the telltale scars on his throat. Another man would never have taken the time to try and get to know him, would not have invited him for a drink in the tavern but shoved him up against a wall and had his way in the dark of the alley. Another man would have let his hands wander where they don’t belong, Cazador’s words stopping Astarion from doing anything about it as unwanted fingers cling to his thighs, and unwanted lips caress his chest. Another man would have deserved death. Sebastian is not another man. He deserves better, and Astarion cannot give it to him. The moment Sebastian laid eyes on him was the moment he died.

Astarion tries to find terrible solace in that as he leads Sebastian outside, their fingers interlaced as they wander through the quiet alleys of the lower city.

“Where does this friend of yours live?” Sebastian asks, his eyes full of wonder as he takes in the view of the city in the moonlight. “I- I need to paint all this tomorrow night, it’s beautiful.”

Astarion does not answer, but his fingers squeeze Sebastian’s for a second. It’s enough to make the other man turn to him. Sebastian’s face goes soft, a smile tugging at his lips.

“It’s not only the night that is beautiful. So are you,” he whispers, stepping closer, cupping Astarion’s jaw in one large hand. “If anyone could inspire me, it would be you. How did I get so lucky- my first night in the city, and I find the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on. I have never… no one has ever caught my attention the way you did. Not even at home- there was never anyone-”

He is rambling now, and yet all Astarion can hear is his heartbeat, so fast and excited, so nervous as he moves closer. Astarion wishes he had the strength to stop him, but even if there was any way to resist Cazador’s compulsion, his body is weak. It always has been. It has always betrayed him.

“What I mean to say is…” Sebastian hesitates. He cocks his head, unsure of how to proceed. His heartbeat is so fast Astarion thinks he can feel it in his own chest, and his hand on Astarion’s chest is warmer than the sun. “I… I have no experience in these things. Nobody has ever- well… taken me home with them. I don’t- what I mean is- will you kiss me?”

Astarion freezes, and his whole self shatters at the sweet question that nothing could have prepared him for. Sebastian’s words are extinguished by Cazador’s cold voice in the back of Astarion’s mind.

Make sure it is you they want.

Astarion is good at what he does. Better than he wants to be. They all want him. None of them ever ask if they are what he wants as well.

Sebastian’s lips are soft when Astarion’s own meet them. He is warm, so warm he seems to glow from the inside. His hands are careful, not greedy, and if Astarion could let himself, he would shatter beneath their touch. The kiss is not much more than a gentle touch of lips, not driven by hunger or desire. Sebastian’s only desire is to be known, to be tasted. It is the only wish Astarion can fulfil before he leads him to his death.

Sebastian’s breath is staggered when Astarion pulls away from him, his hands tangled in Astarion’s silvery hair. He closes his eyes and shudders, reaching out to pull Astarion against him as his back hits the wall.

“Again. Please.”

Astarion trembles. How could he say no?

He kisses Sebastian with all the desperation of someone with everything to lose.

Notice, he begs silently. Notice that something is off- wrap your hands around my neck and feel the scars- tell me how cold my skin is, see how my eyes glow in the dark- run, and I will try to let you get away.

Sebastian makes a noise in the back of his throat and parts his lips to let Astarion in, and he is lost. Astarion closes his eyes and lets it happen. There is nothing he can do, and he is so tired of fighting the inevitable.

They are both breathing hard when they break apart, Sebastian’s hands on Astarion’s waist, Astarion’s fingers digging into his shoulders as he pulls him in when all he wants to do is push him away.

“You’re incredible,” Sebastian whispers. “Astarion-”

“Sebastian,” he breathes, and that one word holds more reverence than all his prayers ever did. “Sebastian, you have to g-”

The night air changes, and all the warmth Sebastian’s presence has brought to Astarion’s bones vanishes in an instant. The cold creeps back in like iced water, and it is the coldness only death brings.

“Astarion, who have you brought me tonight?”

Astarion closes his eyes. Not here. Not now- they were supposed to have a moment more- never outside, Cazador never comes outside. He waits in his chambers like a cat waits for the mouse. Long fingers pull at his shoulders, and he can’t do anything but limply let go of Sebastian. Sebastian, whose voice is still gentle, but also scared and confused. Sebastian, who slips away as Cazador commands Astarion to leave.

When before, all Astarion wanted to do was tell him to run, he knows now that it is too late. And he wished for the impossible: To die by Sebastian’s side.

“I- what? Astarion, what is-” Sebastian’s voice is rough with terror, and Astarion can’t look at him. Cazador’s fingers dig into his skin.

“Did you think you had found the love of your life? Did you think he would save you?” The world sinks into darkness as Astarion is dragged away. Cazador hisses the words, and there is no telling whether he is speaking to him or Sebastian. “Oh, come now, boy. You should know better than that. He is not your saviour- he is your ruin.”

The sharp hand lets go of Astarion, and suddenly, cold lips are near his ear, whispering words addressed only to him.

“Keep your eyes open. I want you to watch.”

There is a fraction of a second where Astarion can scream, but it’s too late already. Sharp fangs sink into Sebastian’s neck, and Astarion watches, wide-eyed. His throat burns with words he wishes he could have spoken before, and his cheeks are suddenly wet with tears.

“Sebastian!” Astarion does not recognise his own voice, broken and bizarre in the face of this impossibility he knew was coming. “Sebastian, I’m so-”

The last thing Astarion sees is the hatred in Sebastian’s eyes that burns like a thousand dying suns. Then, Cazador’s staff comes down and the world goes dark.

The return of Angstarion. I hope this concept consumes you all as much as it has consumed me.

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Extra special mention to @babygirljoelmiller for being so brave and finishing Cazador's palace.