#astarion x werewolf!reader

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

The Beast Inside

Werewolf!reader finally! I've been wanting to write a werewolf rampage for quite a while but never quite got around to it until now!!!

Summary: Reader loses control of the wolf and tries to come to terms with the beast inside all whilst taking care of Astarion.

The paladin’s blade comes down, swinging in an arc of light and you stand there, eyes wide with shock as the steel tears through your flesh, carving open your shoulder. Blood sprays from the wound, staining your clothes red with your own blood.

“Y/N!” You can hear the distant shouts of your companions, calling your name. Your wound burns, probably from the infusion of the paladin’s abilities in the strike that connected and blood roars in your ears. All you can think about is how that same paladin had captured Astarion, had their way with him, nearly killed your vampire lover, and the beast inside takes over, roaring in delight.

You will not lose him.

You feel your bones cracking and skin stretching as claws take the place of fingers, fur sprouting from your body. Your jaw lengthens, teeth sharpening into fangs and your nose becomes narrower. The wound in your shoulder begins to seal itself shut, flesh growing back and knitted by furred skin. The sharp metallic scent of blood fills your nose and you inhale it all. You can smell the fear in the air as the paladin shrinks back, greatsword pointed at you but the weapon is rattling.

That sword will never pierce you again.

The paladin’s hands shake as your wild gaze locks onto them, yellow eyes burning with an inhumane thirst for blood, saliva dripping from long thick fangs nestled in powerful jaws. A howl bursts forth from deep within you, claws flexing and you pounce on your prey, sending the paladin crashing to the floor. Armour is ripped apart like paper underneath the werewolf’s claws and jaws snap, crushing the helmet to reveal the paladin’s terrified face.

“Please –” Their cries are cut short as sharp claws tear open their exposed flesh, ripping their face in two. More blood gushes out and the paladin is already dead but the beast keeps going, jaws tearing the paladin’s body into a bloody mess. The werewolf stands back up in the sticky mess of blood and guts, crimson dripping from its muzzle and takes a step towards the paladin’s frightened companions.

The cleric drops to his knees and tries to scuttle away but the werewolf is faster, tearing open his throat with its jaws and devours the chunk of meat torn away. The werewolf snarls, reaching back into the convulsing body and rips away another chunk, sending blood flying everywhere. The body finally stills, having lost too much blood but the werewolf continues to rip at the flesh piece by piece, painting the entire floor a deep red.

Its nostrils flare, blazing yellow eyes turning towards the last member of the paladin’s party. The vampire hunter stares at the beast, shaky hands aiming a crossbow at its head. Its lips curl upwards, almost like a grin as it stalks towards the hunter, leaving a trail of bloody paw prints behind.

“You monster!” An arrow is fired, piercing through the beast’s face and causing it to stumble back, but it regains its footing just as quickly, its head snapping forward. The maniacal grin still remains, with the beast’s blood streaming from the wound. Crimson fangs bare at the hunter, yellow eyes gleaming as the beast reaches up with a clawed hand and rips the arrow free, laughing. The throaty laugh sends shivers up everyone’s spines as it devolves into a howl and claws swipe at the hunter, who barely manages to dodge the blow. The beast snarls, jaws snapping at thin air as the hunter moves out of the way, reloading his crossbow.

Another arrow is fired but the beast dodges in time. Its clawed feet dig into the ceramic floor tiles and it launches itself with terrifying speed at the unprepared hunter. Claws slam into the hunter’s chest, sending him crashing into the wall behind and knocking all breath out of his body. The werewolf bares its bloody fangs, jaws clamping around the hunter’s throat to crush through flesh and bone alike, coating its chest in the blood that sprayed from the fatal wound. It tears into the corpse, ripping it apart with ferocious savagery and gorges itself on the flesh until it is satisfied.

Then it turns to Y/N’s companions.

A soft growl rumbles from its chest and it stalks towards where Astarion lies, curled up and shivering. Lae’zel takes a step towards the beast, ready to strike it down before it can harm the vampire but Halsin holds her back, giving a shake of his head.

It feels its bones cracking and skin stretching once more as its body shrinks back into its human form. Claws shorten back into fingers and toes, its furred chest shrinks back into a female’s chest, its jaw shortening back into a human mouth. Fangs recede, making way for human teeth and pointed ears round themselves again to nestle behind hair.

But the blood remains.

“Astarion,” you whisper, reaching out to him with your bloody hand. He flinches when your fingertips bump into his skin, a quiet whimper escaping his lips and you immediately pull back. You sit on your haunches, at a loss of what to do. You want to help, you want to pull your lover into your arms and hold him tight, whisper away all his pain but you can’t even touch him.

“It’s me, Y/N,” you try again. You ignore the sticky feeling of blood that covers hands, feet and chest and hold out a hand with your palm upturned. “You’re safe now. No one can harm you anymore, I won’t allow it.”

“Don’t look at me,” Astarion croaks. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“It doesn’t make me love you any less,” you say firmly. “I’ve seen you at your lowest and I’ve seen you at your highest, neither has changed the fact that I love you. Nothing ever will.”

You sit there, patiently. “I didn’t want you to see this either. The beast that lives inside me, the real me. I hate it, that part of me. We all have at least one part of ourselves that we hate, maybe we even hate all parts of ourselves, but what we do with that part makes us who we are.”

The rest of your companions quietly make their exit, giving the two of them some time alone. You give them a grateful nod as they leave and turn back to Astarion who hasn’t moved an inch.

“You’re strong, Astarion. Far stronger than you think, far stronger than me. You accept the part you hate about yourself and live with it while I pretend it doesn’t exist, suppressing the beast. I wish I could be like you.” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. “I admire you, and love you no matter how much you despise yourself.”

Astarion curls tighter into a ball, burying his face into his knees. You gently place your blood-stained cloak over him and simply continue to sit there, facing away from him to give him some privacy whilst keeping an eye on him via your sharpened hearing. You hear him drawing shaky breaths out of habit, miniscule sobs slipping past his lips on occasion and your heart breaks. If only you were stronger, faster, more powerful, then maybe he wouldn’t have had to suffer like this, maybe you would have been able to prevent all this from happening.

Your thoughts begin to devour you, thrusting you into a swirling haze of self-hatred and self-doubt. They crowd out everything else, ensnaring you in their web and trapping you in darkness but two quietly spoken words pierce through the cloud and the dark haze begins to part.

“Thank you.”

You sit up with a start, turning to find your vampire lover has shifted into a sitting position, cloak still firmly bundled around him. He looks at you with tear-stained ruby eyes and shuffles closer, leaning against you and burying his face into your shoulder, ignoring the blood that coats it.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “For yelling at you.”

“All’s been forgiven long ago,” you hum. Your arm hovers around him, unsure of whether he would welcome a hug but he pulls your arm around his waist, washing away all doubt immediately.

Astarion relaxes in your embrace, the warmth a stark contrast to his cold skin and rests his head against your chest. The steady thumping of your heart sends a nice strange feeling surging through him and a soft sigh escapes his lips. He lets you rest your chin on his head and the corners of his lips twitch upwards when he hears a familiar rumbling sound coming from your chest.

You wipe your hand on your pants to try and get rid of the blood before running your fingers through his hair, gently unknotting it as you go along. Your breath hitches, disgust bubbling to the surface when you realise you’re still getting blood on his silver hair despite your best efforts. The wolf had spilled that much blood in one fight. You swallow the bile rising to your throat, Astarion comes first, he is the one who needs to be taken care of, your problems can wait another day.

He shifts slightly, giving you a better angle to comb through his hair but you can still see a hint of trepidation in his eyes.

“If you want me to stop, just say it and I will stop. I promise.” You remove your hand from his hair, concerned. You know Astarion likes to keep things to himself, but so far he has been open about his likes and dislikes to you, understanding that you can take no as an answer.

“I…don’t stop. Please,” he whispers. “I don’t want to associate this with anyone but you.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words and press a kiss to the top of his head to hide your embarrassment. Despite knowing what you truly are, he still chose you and found safety in your arms. Maybe, if he could accept you as you truly are, one day you could do the same. A vampire spawn and a werewolf, what a couple the two of you made.

“As you wish,” you murmur and the both of you remain like that for some time before Astarion stirs once more, untangling himself from the safety of your bloodstained arms.

“We should get going before the others fall apart trying to settle dinner,” he smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“We don’t have to move if you don’t want to, the others can wait for all I care,” you huff.

“As much as I love you darling, I would much prefer cuddling in a bedroll than on this hard ground.” A small piece of light returns to his eyes when he hears you bark a laugh at his words, his favourite grin of yours splayed on your face.

“Your wish is my command,” you chuckle, giving his hand a small squeeze. He grasps your hand tightly, whispering something inaudible even to your sharp ears before looking at you with a fondness you can’t quite describe.

“Thank you,” he breathes. “For everything.”

“Right back at you, Star.”

[moonselune]

Also halsin and astarion x werewolf gf

Didn't know if you wanted separate or poly so I went for separate for now....

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Halsin x Werewolf Girlfriend

The forest was quiet, the usual cacophony of nocturnal creatures stilled by the presence of the full moon. You stood at the edge of the camp, your body trembling as the transformation began. Halsin, ever the attentive lover, was by your side, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the chaos within you.

"It's alright, my love," he murmured, his voice steady and soothing. "Let it come. I'll be here."

You nodded, grateful for his presence. Halsin had been a constant source of support since you had first revealed your lycanthropy to him. His extensive knowledge of nature and the balance it required had given him a unique understanding of your condition.

As the change took over, you dropped to all fours, your senses sharpening and your muscles rippling with newfound strength. Halsin watched with a mixture of fascination and respect, never once looking away.

Once the transformation was complete, you stood before him, a towering werewolf with eyes that still held the spark of the woman he loved. Halsin stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently stroke the fur along your neck.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his eyes meeting yours. "You are a marvel of nature, my love."

You rumbled in response, the sound a mix of a growl and a purr. Halsin’s acceptance meant everything to you. He had shown you that your lycanthropy was not something to be feared, but rather a part of who you were—wild and untamed, yet deeply connected to the natural world.

With a nod, Halsin stepped back, giving you the space to explore your surroundings. You took off into the forest, your senses alive with the scents and sounds of the night. Halsin followed at a respectful distance in bear form, always nearby but allowing you the freedom you needed.

As the night wore on, however, you couldn't stop yourself from toying with Halsin, and soon enough the inevitable roughhousing began.

Halsin, with his massive frame and powerful claws, matched your every move with grace and power. Despite the playful nature of your sparring, there was an unspoken understanding between you two—this was not just a game, but a way to reaffirm your bond with each other and with the primal forces that governed your lives.

You lunged forward, teeth bared in a mock attack, and Halsin responded with a playful swat of his paw. He circled you, his movements fluid and sure-footed, always keeping an eye on your position. The moonlight dappled through the canopy above, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across your fur and Halsin's thick coat.

With a sudden burst of speed, you pounced, aiming for Halsin's hindquarters. He twisted at the last moment, avoiding your grasp, and countered with a gentle swipe of his paw that sent you tumbling to the forest floor. You rolled with the impact, quickly scrambling to your feet, your tail wagging in excitement.

Halsin rumbled with laughter, a deep sound that reverberated through the clearing. He lowered his head in a playful challenge, his eyes bright and mischievous. You met his gaze, a fierce grin splitting your wolfish face, and launched yourself at him again.

The two of you continued to wrestle and play under the watchful gaze of the moon, the air filled with the scent of earth and foliage, and the sounds of joyous growls and playful snarls.

As the night wore on and the moon began its descent, you felt the familiar tug of exhaustion setting in. Your movements slowed, and Halsin, sensing your weariness, gentled his play. He nudged you with his massive snout, a silent invitation to rest.

You collapsed onto the soft mossy ground, panting heavily but content. Halsin settled beside you, his bulk providing a comforting presence. The adrenaline of the night's play began to ebb, replaced by a warm sense of satisfaction and peace.

The moon dipped below the horizon, and with its departure, the transformation began to reverse. Your muscles twitched and shifted, bones realigning as you reverted back to your human form. Halsin watched over you with quiet reverence, his bear form shimmering and dissolving into his druidic human shape.

When the transformation was complete, you lay there beside each other, catching your breath and reveling in the closeness of the moment. Halsin reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face with gentle fingers.

"You were magnificent, my love," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "I'm always in awe of your strength."

You smiled up at him, feeling a profound sense of peace settle over you. "And you, my dear Halsin, are the most wonderful companion I could ever ask for."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Astarion x Werewolf Girlfriend

The moonlight filtered through the canopy of trees, casting an eerie glow over the clearing. You stood in the center, your breathing ragged as the familiar itch began to take over. Astarion leaned against a nearby tree, his arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips.

"Ready for another wild night, darling?" he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief.

You shot him a glare, though there was no real heat behind it. Astarion had a way of making even the most difficult situations feel lighter. "You could be a little more sympathetic, you know."

Astarion shrugged, pushing off the tree and walking over to you. "Where's the fun in that? Besides, I like seeing you like this. So... primal."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. Astarion had always been fascinated by your transformations, finding beauty in the raw power that came with being a werewolf.

As the change began, Astarion stepped back, giving you the space you needed. Your bones shifted, your muscles expanded, and within moments, you stood before him in your full werewolf form. The hunger and wildness of the beast were tempered by the love you felt for the vampire watching you with such intense focus.

"Magnificent," Astarion murmured, his eyes raking over your form. He approached you slowly, his hands reaching out to stroke your fur. "You know, I think you might be even more captivating like this."

You growled softly, a sound of both warning and affection. Astarion laughed, the sound low and rich. "Easy, my love. I'm here to help."

Despite his teasing, Astarion had always been a steady presence during your transformations. He knew how to keep you grounded, his words and touch a tether to your human side. He moved closer, his hands gentle as they traced patterns in your fur.

"Let's go for a hunt," he suggested, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "It'll help you burn off some of that energy."

You nodded, your senses already honing in on the sounds of the forest. Astarion grinned, his fangs glinting in the moonlight, and together you set off into the night. The thrill of the hunt, the exhilaration of the chase—it was a part of you that Astarion understood and accepted.

As the night wore on, you returned to camp, your body aching but your spirit soaring. Astarion was there, as he always was, to help you transition back, his touch and presence a constant reminder of his love for you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Hope you enjoyed these !! - Seluney

[thot-writes]

i just posted art of my werewolf tav & astarion so y’know what?? take this fic to go along w it. what would astarion/the gang do if u were a lil werewolf (i did not mean for it to get this long lol)

your vampire not-quite-boyfriend + the gang find out you’re a cheeky little pup (act i post-grove);

Lycanthropy wasn’t something you were born into like some. No, like most others bearing the curse you were infected with it. The transformation process was an excruciating, torturous one that is still branded into your very bones.

The bloodlust festers in you, day and night, like a splinter that’s burrowed too deep for you to dig out. It calls for you to rip, tear, dominate— kill. But you can suppress it. Mostly. You refuse to be one of the many werewolves that is controlled only by their base instincts.

But every full moon the beast blood takes you completely, and you have no choice but to transform. You never remember the night after you’ve turned back. Only brief snippets of red, pain, and fur.

Despite not tracking the stars, you can normally tell when a full moon’s coming because your body begins to ache, preparing itself to split open to birth the savage wolf that slumbers within. Usually you’d start your preparations to restrain yourself, to limit the carnage as much as possible.

But these aren’t usual times.

Three weeks ago you were captured from your home by mind flayers and infected with a tadpole, your entire world turned inside out with stranger things happening every day.

You now travel with a Sharran, a githyanki, two ticking time-bombs, a warlock, and a vampire.

One of their spawn, at least. It’s a good thing that in Faerûn, vampires and lycanthropes tend to be neutral towards each other — unlike what the romance novels would have you believe. Otherwise it’d make the regular sex you’re having with Astarion quite awkward.

You’d think that knowing all the sordid details about your travelling companions would bid you to confess your lycanthropy, but you could never find a way to bring it up.

Or, more accurately, you could bring it up you just didn’t want to. Not necessarily out of trauma, just convenience on your part. Confessing lycanthropy normally comes with questions, and the way you were turned is… kind of embarrassing, so you’re never keen to retell it.

But tonight, the moon will tell everyone for you. if you don’t get out in time.

The whole day your blood hammered in your flesh, your head splitting apart in a horrific headache and your bones feeling as if they could break and reshape at any moment. You lied to your companions, insisted you must’ve just drank too much last night at camp, and they bought it. Kind of. You hope.

You retired early for the day and whilst the others lounge about the camp you’re near biting your fingers off in uneasy anticipation of what’s to come. You need an excuse— any excuse to get the fuck out of here before the moon fully rises. You think you have an hour at most before you’re no longer you.

“My, but you’ve been looking ill all day, [Name]. I don’t recall you drinking that much last night.”

You almost jump out of your skin. Your heightened senses of smell and hearing usually help in preventing unpleasant surprises, but not today, not when you’re so on-edge. It was Astarion’s lilted voice that called from behind you. A sweet tune you’re all-too-happy to hear, in regular circumstances.

He gazes at you with that hard-to-read gleam in his eyes. The kind of gleam where you’re not sure if it’s because he knows something, is hiding something, or wants to tease you. You manage a shaky smile in response.

“You weren’t with me the whole night, Astarion. We slept separately,” you attempt.

“That night anyway,” he adds with a pretty little grin on his lips. You notice his gaze flickering over your body. “So you’re saying after I drank from you, you… what? Went back to your tent for some late-night binge drinking? Not that I’m surprised, you seem the type, but even still. Your hangover looks particularly… aggressive.”

You throw your hands up in an exaggerated shrug. “What, are you gonna throw an intervention for me? Gonna beat me up? Write me a letter about how much my drinking affects you?”

He chuckles. “Oh please, as if I care that much. I’m just saying that you seem a little sicker than alcohol would leave you.” He gasps, then presses a hand to his face. “What if you were poisoned? By someone in this very camp? How scandalous! My money’s on the gith.”

“If I was poisoned my money’s on you bitch.”

A grin. He always seems to smile so much in your presence. You wonder how much is real. You wonder if you’re overthinking it, or if you smile just as much as he does.

You’re ripped away from your thoughts as a terrible pain grips you. It takes all your strength not to double over right there— you’ve already drawn too much scrutiny, you don’t want more. You squeeze your eyes shut and hold your trembling hands still as the curse makes itself known. The pain you experience in transforming is what you’d imagine childbirth to be — if you gave birth to a baby out of every pore. You’ve only had this curse a scant few years, how have people managed to live entire lives with it?

Astarion notices your struggle. He tilts his head and looks on. “You really do seem like you’ve been poisoned. Or at least I hope that’s all it is. If you’re sick then I’m afraid you’ll be sleeping alone for a while longer yet, pup. I don’t want… whatever that is.”

You grit your teeth to prevent a cry. “I’m fi—iine!” you grunt. The pain lapses for a moment, this is your chance to leave. “I just— I have—uhh— really bad diarrhoea!”

“What?”

You make a show of holding your stomach and slouching. “Oh man it’s soooo bad right now, I’m probably gonna be shitting up a storm in the forest all night!”

“Gods above, please… spare me the details. Just go.” Astarion waves you off and grimaces at the mental image you’ve conjured for him.

“Okay, I better go have violent diarrhoea everywhere in the forest now— don’t follow me! Don’t look for me! Don’t let anyone look for me! I gotta go, goodnight! Don’t look for me!”

You give him no time to answer as you sprint into the wilderness. Your heart is hammering and your pulse quickening. You feel you only have a few more minutes until…

A scream escapes you before you can stop it, your skin is starting to bulge and split, revealing [colour] fur beneath it. No— not now, you’re still too close to camp— just hold on a little longer.

You gather all the strength you have, which is more than usual with the wolf so near, and run.

-

You’re deep in the wild now. Your screams are more frequent, your body produces sickening crunching sounds as the wolf starts its escape. You collapse to the forest floor, writhing in abject agony as your body tears itself apart. Transforming like this only ever takes a few minutes, but it always feels so infinitely long.

Soon your cries morph into a pained howl, and the birthing process is complete. Your mind has now been banished to the darkest recesses of you, and in its place is a beast.

It’s a blur each time you’re turned like this. When it’s of your own volition the process is simpler, quicker— though no less painful. You can maintain control if you focus hard enough. But the forced transformations are a different experience entirely. There is no control, only hunger. Only fangs, claws, and a deep, insatiable yearning for prey.

Astarion did as you asked. He didn’t search for you, not even when he heard that first scream. The thought of walking in on you… projectile excreting was enough of a deterrent to stay his curiosity.

But hours have passed since then. He couldn’t hear you, there was only quiet. When Gale asked where you were, he simply said you had taken ill. But now Astarion was the only one left awake, and there was still no sign of you.

You had been acting off all day. He didn’t believe it was simply a hangover, he’d seen many in his lifetime but they never caused anyone to disappear into the woods. As far as he knew.

But then… what was this odd subtle tightness settling in his chest? The thought that maybe something had happened to you, and you were no longer safe?

Could it possibly be that he was… worried about you?

He shakes his head. No, of course not. You’re nothing more than a target, a meat shield for if and when things go wrong. He didn’t have any feelings towards you, and certainly not enough to worry.

Astarion stays awake. Not for you, of course— perish the thought— he just wanted to get more reading done. Obviously.

Another hour passes.

Then one more.

Still nothing.

He’s coursing with anxious energy now and gets to his feet. What if you’d been turned into a mindflayer? What would that mean for the rest of them? Because of course it was his own well-being he was concerned for— definitely not yours!

He goes to the tent nearest to him, Lae’zel’s, and shakes her awake.

She grunts and sits up. “Chk, what is it Astarion? Why have you disturbed me?”

“[Name] still hasn’t returned, and dawn’s almost here,” he answers. His voice is a little shaky, but it’s probably because he’s a bit cold. “We should try to find them.”

Lae’zel nods curtly and begins to rise. She slings her sword over her back and says to Astarion, “Wake the others. If [Name] has become ghaik, we will need to put them down.”

A knot forms in his stomach as he turns to rouse the others. He finds himself hoping you haven’t been transformed— then quickly catches himself and buries the feeling.

He wakes them and explains the situation, and the group splits off into pairs to search for you; Wyll and Karlach, Shadowheart and Gale, Lae’zel and Astarion.

One would think someone with your supposed illness would be leaving… traces. But there’s nothing. It was almost like you’d just vanished— until Karlach had found your clothes. There was no blood on them, no damage, no filth (at least no more than usual).

The search continues.

Dawn isn’t far. Just a little longer.

As Astarion and Lae’zel scout together, he catches a whiff of blood in the distance. Animal blood, certainly. But it seems like… a lot. He notifies Lae’zel and they follow the scent, only to come across a mauled boar carcass. It’s practically been reduced to a puddle with how much carnage was heaved upon it, and what’s more…

There’s massive paw prints in the dirt. Soaked in the blood of the boar. Could this creature have hunted you? Is that why you never returned?

They alert the others and follow the tracks, along the way finding great claw marks in the trunks of the trees, various piles of viscera from unfortunate beasts, and small patches of fur. Fur the exact same colour as your hair…

The tracks lead to a small clearing in the forest, and in the middle of said clearing is… you.

Well, not you-you, but the hunkering direwolf-humanoid you turned into.

You’re crouched down, curled into a ball as your mind rends itself in twain. As dawn approaches, so too do your senses begin to return, but the wolf is not ready to relinquish control — it never is. The two of you battle for dominance in a silent struggle, ignorant to the group surrounding you from the trees.

Your werewolf self is a grotesque, fearsome thing, even as you’re lurching in pain. Your fur is an exact match of your natural hair colour, as are your eyes, even though in this form they’re clouded in rage and hunger. If you were stood upright, they’d see how you reached just over nine feet tall, how your hands and paws were lined with razor-sharp claws. Even as pathetic as you are in your current state, you’re still no creature to be trifled with.

Shadowheart steels herself as Lae’zel raises her sword high, prepared to strike you while you’re distracted.

“Abomination,” she spits, venom heavy on her tongue. “Lurk in these woods no longer, you die by my hand.”

She brings the blade down in a wide crescent motion, and you barely move out of the way in time. She’s managed to cut you, but you’re lucky to have missed the brunt of the attack.

You leap away from Lae’zel only to move into Karlach’s range of attack. She strikes you with her battleaxe and you roar as it slices into the skin of your back. Your wound quickly heals, and you spin around to swing a clawed hand in her direction. Your fist meets her side, and she’s flung feet away.

The group— your group— begins their surprisingly well-orchestrated assault, and it becomes clear that, as strong as you are, you cannot hold out for long. Not against all of them. Probably not even against half of them.

But the gods sometimes grant small mercies. The sun finally breaks, the Dawnlord’s radiance has weakened the wolf’s chokehold on you, and you stumble backwards. Your body begins to rapidly decay and break apart, and the others step back and watch the spectacle cautiously.

In less than a minute, the vicious wolf you were has become naught but gore, and underneath is your naked body, soaked in blood.

“What the fuck— [Name]?! I’m not seeing things am I? Tell me I’m not seeing things!” Karlach exclaims, suddenly overcome with guilt at having tried to kill you.

Gale watches in resignation as you limp, holding your beaten and broken body. “You’re not. That’s our [Name], alright. A lycanthrope... What a shock.” Because of course the group can’t have one normal person, can it?

Astarion is simultaneously the most and least surprised at this revelation. “So you’re telling me this entire time I’ve been sleeping with a werewolf? Ugh, there’s a joke about giving a dog a bone in there somewhere, but I’m too tired to think of it.”

You collapse, exhaustion claiming your mind after a long, blood-filled night.

-

When you awake a couple hours later, you find you’re tucked in your bedroll, wounds tended to and dressed once again. How did you get here, you wonder? You leave your tent to find your friends waiting around in a circle by the long-dead fire.

Astarion’s the first to notice you. “Ah, darling, you’re finally awake! I don’t suppose you’d be up for a little chat, would you? I believe we’re owed an explanation.”

You freeze. An explanation for what? Did they find you and take you back here? Do they know what you are?

You don’t have to wait long for an answer.

“After everything we’ve been through, travelling together these last few weeks, I’d have thought we developed enough trust between us. But apparently not.” Gale pauses, then looks you in the eyes. “Why did you hide what you are from us?”

“This fuckin’ world is so fucked up,” you say, folding your arms and scrunching your face. “We got two people with bombs in their chests and a guy who drinks blood but because I turn into a rabid dog once a month I’m the bad guy, really?”

“We’re not saying you’re a bad guy, we’re wondering why you didn’t trust us!” Karlach protests. “We’re supposed to be friends aren’t we?”

You frown a little and slump your shoulders. “We are friends. But we’re already dealing with sooo much bullshit I just thought it’d be better if I dealt with it myself, y’know. I mean it’s not like you can help me with it anyway, cures are hard to find and lycanthropy isn’t as bad as tadpoles and orbs and devils.”

“I’m fine with your condition [Name], so long as you don’t transform in front of me, that is,” Shadowheart chimes. “But aside from that… that wolf form seemed quite formidable. Perhaps we can make use of it, now that we know.”

Astarion claps his hands excitedly. “Oh yes! I’d love to see that! Werewolves can be quite vicious you know, always good fun to see the hounds on a hunt.”

Shadowheart turns to him. “You’re not mad that your lover’s a werewolf, Astarion? I’d have thought you’d be more upset, as a vampire and all.”

He rests a hand on his hip and half heartedly inspects his nails. “Oh please, werewolves and vampires are just as likely to be allies as they are to be enemies. Cazador has had so many wolf pets over the years, I suppose it was only a matter of time until I got my own.”

“You’ve got it ass-backwards Astarion, if anything you’re my pet vampire,” you tease.

“How dare you! Here I thought puppies were supposed to be cute and obedient,” he cries in mock offence.

“Says the one who gets on all fours for a dog—”

Gale clears his throat loudly and claps his hands. “Ahem! Alright, now that that’s settled, I hope there won’t be anymore surprise revelations about the members of our group. Gods know we have more than enough of them to last a lifetime. Shall we get on? We have a long day ahead.”

It’s of a great relief to you that they didn’t ask too many questions, though you somehow suspect you’ll be telling them the humiliating story of your infection someday soon. In such a short time, you’ve grown fond of your new friends, and even fonder for a certain vampire…

And you’re sure you have a long, long road ahead of you yet.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

werewolf!tav who brings fresh kills to astarion for him to feed on. I want astarion waking up to see a dead deer or bear at the foot of his bed and a very happy werewolf!tav looking at him like “i brought you food, my love”

I read this as degradation and tbh it sounds really good to think of ascend!Astarion calling you his consort and yet you are his pet too. His dog to sick on anyone or thing, a creature that gives him offerings like a god.

Rated M

warning: degradation, enslavement, vampire's view on werewolves

The offering is delivered at the foot of his throne, the werewolf with a rune engraved collar of submission, a creature who will be enslaved to any vampire who can activate the runes properly and subdue you. Astarion smiles, the snickering of the vampires he entertains tonight escapes your notice. You are pet, his lover, but a pet he has leashed to his side. “Come,” And you do but he stops you, “As my consort.” The snickering stops as they see you shed your fur and appear as flesh and the vampire Ascendant is standing and wrapping his cloak upon your naked blood-covered skin.

Wild yet tamed you sit by his feet with your head on his lap, his hand petting your hair.

“You did very well my love.” You smile at his words as the servants take the fresh kill to the kitchens. The other vampires hate you and think you are nothing more than a beast who should be in the pens rather than by the side of their new Lord. Werewolves are seen as dogs to be pets and bodyguards, and none are treated with respect-- Though you are a pet to the great vampire lord, Astarion’s love for you is questionable when he has you like this.

Not like any of them will dare speak against him or harm you, they all have seen what happens when someone touches what belongs to the Vampire Ascendant on full display in the hall two weeks ago.

The party resumes, there are some glances towards you with hate but none too long for Astarion to want to be goring out eyes. No, he likes the drama of it and it humors him more so is how your attention is only on him.

Loyal and devoted to him. 

[captain039]

Fangs

Astarion x werewolf!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, feelings, vampire things, werewolf things, jealousy, swearing, intimacy, first times, descriptions of puking xD, swearing, strangers to friends to lovers

Goddamnit I’m getting impatient I can’t wait six days😭

The amount of edits I’ve watched of him is sad

The call of the moon was always on your mind before the full moon. The tingling through your muscles waiting to be free out in the woods, hunt whatever poor creature was out there. It was the day before, you locked your chickens up securely, made sure to close off the garden as you always did and locked the house, you didn’t need a rampage inside, not again. You waited till sundown, sat on a log away from your house, a pair of old clothes on, than again all clothes were old when the full moon came, you never bought anything nice, too afraid to ruin it. As darkness crept over your hair began to stand up, you grew fidgety, muscles spasming. You felt the tug finally and groaned, you went to your knees and panted as you hunched over. Your bones began to crack and your skin began to shed. The whole process was painful and it felt like your mind always slipped away. Soon enough your beast form knelt there, large hands planted in the ground. You let out a grave howl and sniffed the air eyes piercing through the forest as you smelt your hunt. You launched off your hind feet, going down onto all fours as you ran, struggling to fully let go to the beast so you didn’t have to watch. It felt like you’d gone to sleep in a different body when you finally let go. The beast rampaging through the forest, tearing through the deer that it had found. Something was different though, a new scent on the air, strange, being so far out in the forest visitors never came, nor did travellers.

You jolted a bit when you gained consciousness hearing someone stumble back.

“Shit” you heard and snapped your head to see a pale elf with white hair. You frowned at him as he stared at you. You covered yourself the best you could, your beast hated clothing.

“I’m not dead, thank you!” You said and he gulped.

“I know” he said eyes darting awkwardly away.

“Are you lost?” You added feeling highly exposed.

“Uh, no” he said almost like a question.

“You don’t know if you’re not lost?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not lost” he huffed.

“Then go away!” You yelled.

“Right” the man said and hurried away and you cursed lifting your top half off the grass. You waited till you couldn’t see him and quickly darted back to your house. You grabbed a robe you left on the bench outside and put it on before going to your chickens. No damage, and still five chickens. You sighed grabbing their feed and letting them out. You grabbed your basket and gathered their eggs before unlocking your door and heading inside. You thought back to the elf, what a weird man, what was he going to do? rob your body?! Unless it was much darker than that. You shuddered at the thought at least you woke up in time. You didn’t make any food, after whatever the beast ate you were full and nauseous. You grabbed some tea, got dressed and sat outside to watch your chickens. You felt bile in your throat and groaned as you quickly moved away from your house and hunched over and threw up. You coughed and groaned quickly looking away from the chewed up raw meat.

“Oh gods” you said going to your bench with a groan. You wiped your mouth with you robe and shrugged it off, you’ll wash that later. You groaned again slumping against your cottage you took a small sip of tea to get rid of the acid taste in your mouth, before going to clean your robe.

When the next full moon came you didn’t expect to see that elf again, let alone have his fangs in your neck as you awoke. You tore him off and pinned him to the ground, grabbing his own dagger and pressing it to his neck. You panted anger flaring in your mind, beast begging to come up. You groaned fighting for control dagger dropping by his head making him flinch.

“Oh dear” he muttered one hand holding your hip lightly.

“Easy now” he said and you growled at him.

“Or not” he gulped as you tumbled off him. You shook, trying to take deep breaths, gods you didn’t want to change again. Your bones cracked in and out of place, wanting to shift, but you fought listening to the river and birds and finally, you calmed. You listened to the elf behind you shuffle before something was placed over you. You flinched and went to fight him, but realised he was just covering you with his shirt. You glared at him, but sat up, back to him and quickly put it on. You stayed seated in the cross keeping your hands over your lower parts, legs crossed as well. You pressed a hand to your neck and hissed gently. You pulled it back seeing blood and glared at the elf vampire.

“Listen please for a minute” he begged and you gave him a deadly look, also secretly admiring the muscle he had before cursing that thought.

“Or don’t, but, yes I am lost! I haven’t fed in a month not since you’ve apparently hunted everything in this Godforsaken woods!” He yelled and you raised an eyebrow at his stupid lie.

“Ok not everything, just, I needed something more to keep me going till I find somewhere” he sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Human blood is so much more filling” he said and you made a disgusted face.

“Well beast blood in your case I suppose, hells that changing looks painful” he shuddered and you sighed.

“Will you please say something!” He said.

“Fuck you” you said.

“Thank you!” He sighed in relief.

“The village is that way” you pointed.

“How far that way?” He asked.

“A day or two” you shrugged.

“Follow the river” you added.

“Can I have my shirt back?” He commented and you froze.

“When I get back home” you said.

“Shall we just meet again in a months time so you can give it back?” He tried to joke, but you just glared and he chuckled nervously. You could feel the sickness again, your human stomach did not handle raw meat. You gagged a bit and turned away to puke again hearing the disgusted sound he made. You groaned standing up and going to the river. You washed your face before taking a small sip and sighing.

“Why eat it if you’re going to throw it up again?” He asked and you glared at him briefly, not having the strength to hold it though.

“I don’t control it” you said referring to your beast.

“It likes raw meat, I don’t” you sighed trying to find the strength in your legs.

“Would you like help?” He asked standing by you and holding a hand out to you. You wanted to slap it away, but sighed and took it. You felt dizzy as you stood, legs almost caving before he steadied you.

“Easy there” he said as you closed your eyes and kept your head down. You froze though when a tongue ran across the puncture wounds in your neck and slapped him.

“Hells!” He yelled holding his cheek and stumbling back.

“I healed it for you!” He groaned and you felt your neck with a frown, he did. You cursed him quickly storming off.

“My shirt!” He yelled, but you ignored him. He followed you back grumbling along the way, you grabbed your robe and shrugged it on. Counted your chickens and unlocked their cages before feeding them.

“Could you skip your rituals so I can leave quicker” he huffed and you huffed yourself unlocking your house and going inside. You shrugged off your robe and his shirt, smelling his scent in the fabric. It made you freeze for a moment, your sense of smell was always keen, but this smell you enjoyed. You flushed and glanced behind you before you sniffed it again sighing. You threw it on your bed though staring in horror, the hell did you just do?!

You got dressed and threw his shirt back at him and stormed back inside, door slamming shut.

“You’re welcome!” He yelled making your jaw clench as you filled the kettle.

“And thank you!” He added before you heard him leave finally.

You thought you were finally done with the elf vampire but seems fate had other ideas. It hadn’t even been a month, you weren’t lying out in the woods naked with his fangs in your neck. No he was haunting your dreams like some parasite in your head. Some were horrible, you tearing him apart while others were like you’d been friends for years. Who was he?

Next part ->

[pandamonium1991]

I PROMISE the fanfics are almost done!

Just had some personal stuff go on.... What did the peanut gallery decide on that's finished? I have a Werewolf fanfiction based on DnD 5th Edition with my Oathbreaker Paladin(pending completion) with some minor inspiration from cultural sources AND Underworld! Halsin fanfiction completed with a return to the grove with my multiclass Druid Bard (final edits!) -there is a version where pregnant Astarion teaser with plans to go off the rails with a very self concious Tav with body dysmorphia (teaser done!) A small tidbit WITH edited clips from the game where I Steal Shadowheart FROM Astarion at the Tiefling Party because I have a thing for stealing girls from jerks (this was when Astarion turned down my dwarf) I AM planning on orgies and group stuff BUT I am taking classes on how to write female empowerment smut....which includes threesomes with men that aren't so misogynistic like 90% of mainstream porn (I only like the niche stuff usually written by LGBTQIA fems) Ok, folks.....place your bets. The most votes win!

[silken-moonlight]

My own introduction:

Hello, dear reader! I have absolutely forgotten to properly introduce myself. We shall begin with some simple things.

You can call me Moon or Swan, I go by both names. I am twenty-one years old and from europe. I am a writer, making up stories since I can remeber.

I enjoy fantasy books of all kinds. Besides this blog, I actually write high fantasy, but this blog is for my own enjoyment and fun.

My asks are always open to you, for either questions, requests, or anything else. My DMs are open too. I have created a SFW blog for just some fluffy and cute writings, maybe some poetry too. I will probably also talk about books. It is: @strawberries-filled-with-honey

Some rules for my blog:

No hate towards each other. I will gladly listen to criticism or if you do not like something. Keep it respectful, however.

Also: No minors. Absolutly no minors. There will be sexual and kinky content. There will be kinks portrayed, probably also some unhealty relationships.

This is all fictional, a form of escapism. So please be kind and nice to one another.

Also, for all BG3 fans: This page is a safe space for Ascended Astarion lovers. I have seen many people debate about it. Both Spawn and Ascended Astarion are good. Neither is better than the other. It's fiction, and what you prefer is personal preference. It does not make you a bad or a better person for what you like.

Also: Divider Creators I use: @thecutestgrotto and @saradika-graphics

Mythological creatures I want to write about:

Werwolves

Dragonshifters

Unicornshifters

Vampires

Faefolk

Fandoms I am in:

Baldurs Gate 3

Lord of the Rings/Hobbit/Silmarillion

The phantom of the Opera

Cats

Sailor Moon

The last Unicorn

Sherlock BBC

Good Omens

Hellboy 2

House of the Dragon

WEREWOLVES

Werewolf Best Friend in a Rut: idea, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,

Alpha x Human Waitress Series: Idea, Moodboard, Introduction, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Werewolf BF with a Mommy Kink

Werewolf bf being sweet

Double Trouble (Vampire x Werewolf x You) + Idea

Fem Werewolf Sub Reader

Omegaverse Test meets horny werewolf bf

Subby Werewolf BF

Helping out your Incubus friend

Male Omega x Your breast

Adult Entertainment Werewolf BF, Part Two

Teasing your Dom werewolf bf

Connected to his feral side werewolf bf

Werewolf bf and body image

Comforting your werewolf bf (SFW)

VAMPIRES

Vampire Emporer: Idea, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Lesbian Vampires

Again on Lesbian Vampires

Vampires feeding

Vampire Sugar Daddy

More on Vamp sugar daddy

Vamp Sugar Daddy Spoiling you

Vampire Sugar Daddy and your warmth

Vamp! Sugar Daddy (Nikolai) getting massaged by you

Vamp! CEO

Vamp Ceo taking you out for dinner

Female Vampire Seductress x female human reader

Dystopian Vamp Story teaser

FAE

Stag Fae

Bound for Eternity

Silver and Gold

Fae King bf with God-Complex, Part 2, Part 3

Zyran Rosefall

Dragons

Dragon King Husband

COLLABS

OTHER

The wild hunt: Part 1, Part 2

Dream Monster

Sfw things:

Werewolf bf pampering you, werewolf bf in your home

Elf boyfriend night routine

[fl3shm4id3n]

ₛwₐₙ ₗₐₖₑ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇꜱʜɪꜰᴛᴇʀ! (ᴛᴀᴠ?) ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Cursed reader, nosy Astarion, slightly jealous Astarion, nudity, shapeshifting.

A/N: I had finally come up with something to write about for my beloved vampire boyfriend. I really like swans and swan lake. I might write a version of this but with Halsin.

Masterlist

Every full moon you'd vanish into the woods, no one in the party knew why you did. They didn't want to be nosy and pry in your business. Except for Astarion, he wanted to know why you'd go away into the woods every full moon. He thought about what you could possibly be doing the woods, were you doing some kind of magic spell? Where you mediating. Or were you secretly a werewolf? That was impossible, he'd smell it on you. Or... What if you were seen someone?!

That had him thinking, a lot. What you and him had meant nothing to you? Who was this person you were seen?! Gale? Wyll? ShadowHeart? Karlach? lae'zel?!.. No, maybe it was Halsin, Astarion saw how you and the giant druid got along as if you were close, perhaps to close. This curiosity was eating him up, he couldn't sleep properly just thinking that you and Halsin are sneaking around. Specially if you didn't let him join along. He was going to find out what it was that you were hiding.

That night was just another night, a full moon. Most of the party members had gone to sleep, except for you. Once you saw that everyone was deep in slumber, you sneaked into the woods as quick as you could. Astarion had been faking to be sleeping, he waited a couple minutes for you to go, then he got up from his bedroll. Expecting how everyone was sleeping, even Halsin was in his small tent he made out of leaves and twigs, interesting. Afterwards, he went into the woods to find you.

As he walked into the dark woods, he was silent as possible, following your scent. All he could hear was the sound of the forest. The wind hitting the tree leaves together, crickets playing their small chirps, and along other nocturnal animals. He followed your scent into a lake? He hid behind a giant tree and peaked out to see if he could spot you. He didn't see you, but he saw your clothes neatly folded together on the mossy floor. Were you bathing?! Why didn't you invite him?! He felt hurt in some kind of water.

Then he saw a swan, a swan? The swan was flapping its feathers and dipping its body upside down. That's odd, he normally sees swans together in small groups. Were their other swans around? Besides, swans don't really go out at night. But for some reason, the more he looked at the graceful feathered being, he smelt your scent. Did you own a swan? Did you befriend the creature and didn't tell him? Was that the reason you'd sneak out of the camp to hang out with your little feathered friend? He couldn't stop thinking.

A couple hours passed, yet no sight of you. He only watched a swan swim around the lake, drinking water and doing flips. But that didn't really matter to him, where were you?! He had not seen you this last couple hours, he was wasting his time watching a swam dancing in the lake. Finally, the swan walked out of the water, ruffling its feathers dry and kicking its little feet. It approached towards your clothes. This made Astarion even more curious to see what the swan will do? Will it steal your clothes? Will you be walking around naked in the camp? He would not mind that not one bit, except if it was only the two of you.

Then he watched how a soft white liquid began to wrap itself around the feathered body. Astarion watched in awe, seen what was happening. The liquid had morphed into a little bubble, then it extended itself, the bubble then bursts open. Revealing that it was you. This made his jaw drop, you were the swan that he had been watching for hours swimming. So this was your little secret? He couldn't help but let out a small, cheeky like grin.

Now, that you were back to your original form. Astarion made himself presence. "So, this is where you've been going now, darling?" he asked with a smirk, making you jump and hide youself with your clothes. "Astarion!? What are you doing here?!" you asked him, breathing a bit fast. "Why, I wanted to see why my precious treasure was sneaking off into the woods on a full moon, and here I thought you were a werewolf." He admitted, with a grin still panted on his lips. "Oh come on, as if I haven't seen what's under those clothes before." He teased, making your face turn hot.

"Why am I not surprised, you've seemed like the nosy time." You jabbed at him, putting your clothes back on. "Oh! I wouldn't say nosy, I'd say, I was just curious where my love was going!" He said to you. "Like they say, curiosity killed the cat." You mumbled as you finished lacing your boots up. "So love, why didn't you tell me about this? Are you a druid as well? Or a shapeshifter?" he asked you, he really wanted to know why you could turn into a swam.

"No... I'm actually cursed.." you admitted, there was no hiding this, he'd just go on and on until you'd tell him. "Cursed? Who on earth would curse you?" he asked, placing his hands on his hips, paying you attention. You only sighed. "Many years ago, I refused the marriage of this sorcerer, so as a 'punishment' he cursed me into turning into a swam every full moon." You explained. Astarion could only nod in response, listening to you on why you had this curse. He somewhat knew what he it was like to have a curse on him. "Hm, are you able to break this curse?" he asked, raising his brow.

You nodded. "Yeah, it can be broken, Only true love from a man who has never promised his heart to another." I repeated what the sorcerer told me many years ago. "Oh! Would that man be me?" he asked you, with a little smirk. "Maybe." You only responded, teasingly and flirtatiously then began to head back to the camp sight with Astarion. "I have a question, if you were to get pregnant would you lay eggs and make a nest for those our children? Will they also turn into swans too? I can just imagine them as little ducklings. All small and cute with gray feathers." He said, as you both walked back to the camp. You couldn't help but slightly giggle by his goofiness. "I just imagine you carrying all our children on your back in a lake, how cute would that be?!" He added lastly.

[1u11ablues]

Heatwave (Modern Astarion x Reader)

No warnings. Just a little fluff.

Paper rustled as he flipped another page of his book. Besides him, on the bed, was his writhing lover—unfortunately none of it of his own making.

"You squirm yet I haven't touched you, are you trying to make me jealous?"

You turn to sleep on your back.

Yes, you've said no to your usual passionate nights in favour of sleep—getting your heart rate up in the middle of a heatwave wasn't something you said you were too keen on—but to deny him his want of holding you to sleep?

Never had he heard of something more preposterous.

"It's so hot, Astarion. Everywhere I turn heat gets trapped, and I sweat and soak through my nightwear, and-"

"Most simple solution is to go without," he offered. Totally not because your bare skin is a delight on his senses.

"Yeah, right, I don't want to unnecessarily tempt you to something." He huffed.

"I have gone decades without asking you for a sip of your blood, you think your bare skin would be the one to make me lose control? Have some faith in me, darling. I am not some werewolf who turns the minute you mooned me."

Your laugh shook the bed. He's no longer interested in what he was reading.

So, he decided to offer a solution.

His knuckles trailed a tender line down your upper arm. "I am a vampire, love. Cold as a corpse. Perhaps I can take some of your heat away?"

It took you several seconds to think his words through. "Why haven't I thought of that?"

Perhaps because every time your skin touches his, you end up a breathless, sweaty mess at the end of it. "The heat is getting to your brain, sweetheart. Come, I'll help you cool off."

The first priority on his list had always been your comfort, after all. His desire can take a little break.

He could practically hear the hiss of steam as you finally crawled into his outstretched arm, pressing yourself against his bare chest. And then, a sigh.

His smirk at proving himself right—that cuddling him was the correct answer—melted as soon as his gaze fell on your clear features. All the little marks that he could read blind by now, close enough to ease his restlessness.

"For this, I thank the creature I am. Who knows a lover would've appreciated the cold kiss of my skin?"

A/N: Wrote this months ago when there was a heatwave and I wasn't in my right mind

[succubusdaydream]

By The Grace of The Moon || Astarion x Werewolf!Selunite!Reader

Masterlist || Words: 2865

Started on 10/14/23- Finished on 1/6/24

AN: Dialogue later on may seem a bit ooc, as well as characters themselves. I had to look up and go back through dialogue to get lines right. I am also trying to keep the reader gender neutral and I will be referring to them as Tav later on. Enjoy my second writing and my first BG3 fic, more is defiantly on it's way. This is also only the FIRST part. I wrote more than I thought I would so I've decided to split them into parts. I'm writing more onto the second part so I'll try to have it up soon <3

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                Why would your goddess do this to you? Had you done something to anger your Silver Lady? No. You worshipped her beneath every beautiful moon she would raise. The twinkling of her stars were music to your ears. So why. Why did your heart stop when you met his piercing red eyes? Why did you get so scared when he would get injured? And why did you seek and crave his presence? A vampire. Your natural enemy.

                You had been cursed with Lycanthropy from a young age. Your parents had gone to any cleric or healer they could find. But none could help you condition. So they turned to Selune. Goddess of the moon. The very thing you would stare at every night. Waiting. Waiting to turn into a beast once its full beauty would light up the village you lived in. They started praying to her, crying out for help. And help she did.

                Your goddess sent down a light. It helped control you condition, keeping your beast from rampaging every month. You still had your enhanced abilities. Sight, smell, hearing, agility. And with research, your parents helped you though your young years with the continued worship of Selune.

                With that research, came a longing. Every young child dreams of love. And with your sickness, your Goddess promised you a love. A soulmate. One every Lycan is blessed with. You would dream of them every night as a child. How much they would love you, and you them. How you wedding would be like that of a fairytale read to little ones before bed. A large white dress, a beautiful train and the most hypnotizing of melodies playing as you danced the night away.

                But those dreams were halted that night. The night the Illithids appeared over your village. And you were forced to wake up. The tadpole that now squirmed in your head made you powers unpredictable. You feared how following nights would be.

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You had awoken on a beach, surrounded by the crashed ship that once held you prisoner. You couldn’t recall everything that happened, but you do remember fighting devils and imps with a Githyanki. ‘Lae’zel’, you recalled. You didn’t see her around anywhere, but also no body. ‘Hopefully she’s alive, she was strong so I doubt she got taken out by anything close by.’

Not too far in front of you lied a woman. Long dark hair held by chains, a dark circlet decorating her forehead. Slowly approaching, you could both hear her breath and see her chest heaving. In her hand was an oddly shaped…thing. Choosing to ignore is in favor of her wellbeing, you reached forward. Grasping her shoulders and shaking her awake.

“Wha- I’m alive? You’re alive.” Helping her to her feet, she looked around at the wreck that surrounded you. “How is this possible.”

“I’m not sure. Are you hurt? I don’t remember seeing you on the ship.” The Githyanki was the only person you came across. You had assumed there were others, but with the ship crashing and buring, you were in a bit of a rush to escape.

“Not that I know of. I remember being stuck in that pod. I think I saw you running away with another person. And then the ship crashed.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even think to check for others. I wouldn’t have tried to help you.” You wrung your fingers together and looked down the beach, examining the path that stretched on. “What now?”

“I suppose we find a healer. What ever those monsters put into out heads can’t be good.”

                After making sure neither of you were injured and making proper introductions, learning her name was Shadowheart, you set forward and came across three of the brain creatures you had seen wandering the ship. They weren’t too tough to handle, but after getting rid of them your hearing picked up a static to your right.

                It was coming from a rune. An out of control looking rune, it’s magic swirling violently. As you reach out to touch the rune, a hand suddenly emerge from it and a voice immediately follows. “A hand? Anyone?” It was a male’s voice. Your senses hadn’t alerted you to any danger, so you reach to intertwine your hand with his, you other hand on his wrist.

                And with a strong pull, a body dawned in purple robes flew out from it. You stood and brushed your clothes off as he spoke his thanks. “Hello. I’m Gale, of Waterdeep.” He reaches forward to shake your hand. “Apologies, I’m normally better at these sorts of things.”

                “At introductions?” You shook is hand in return, a smirk passing your lips as you tried to lightly joke with him. It seemed to work, as he let out a small chuckle.

                “At magic. Say, but I know you, don’t I? I saw you, upon the nautilloid.” Gods, just how many people did you run past? With all the chaos happening you suppose your senses couldn’t keep up. But you didn’t realize just how many people were stuck in pods on the same ship.

                “I was, I guess I missed more people than I thought, had I seen you I assure you I would have done my best to help.” You looked him over for injuries but didn’t catch any scents of blood.

                “No worries. But I suppose it’s safe to say you were a victim too. On the receiving end of a rather unwelcome insertion in the ocular region?” He tapped the side of his head, right next to his eye no doubt referring to the worm that now infected your brain.

                “I suppose that’s one way to put it. Not the most pleasant experience I’ve dealt with in my life.” You crossed your arms and tilted your head, able to tell he wasn’t done talking yet.

                “Yes well, no use sugar coating it. This parasite we carry, are you aware that after a few days of extrusion gestation, it will turn us into mindflayers?” His pitched was raised in a slight panic. Understandable, you had a worm in your brain that’s going to turn you into tentacle monsters within a certain number of very painful days. “You don’t happen to be a cleric by any chance, do you?”

                It was at this point that Shadowheart spoke up from behind you. “It seems you know enough about out condition to know that this is far beyond a cleric’s skill.”

                “Most, but I hope to be in the presence of the few who are able to help. You don’t happen to be one of them?” He eyed between you two.

                “No, I can treat most injuries and sicknesses, but I am no cleric.” You weren’t wrong. While you worshipped Selune and did almost everything in her name, you were not a cleric. More of a hunter who was able to make remedies and teas with herbs that you would scavenge for.

                “Well then, we’re most going to need a healer, and quite soon too. How about we lend each other a helping hand once more and look for one together?” He gestures between himself and you, raising a brow in anticipation. And with a shrug, Gale of Waterdeep was following your two man, now three man, party as you turned back to the direction you came from.

 Although, as you turned, a strong gust of wind brought you a wonderful smell. That of Rosemary, bergamot, and…brandy? Either way, it made you heart flutter and your feet move faster. You swiftly walked passed the creatures you had taken out, you thoughts running as the scent got stronger.

‘Is this it? This sweet scent, my aching and racing heart all point to it. My mate. They smell amazing. Nothing has smelt like this to me before. Selune, my lady of silver, if you have blessed with my mate after this tragedy I thank you.’

                Rounding over a small hill, you saw the source of the scent. A white-haired elf dressed in elegant purple clothing. Your body froze at the sight of him. It looked as if the heavens shown behind him as he turned to beckon you closer. And when he spoke, he sounded like an angel singing praise. “Hurry! I’ve cornered one of those brain things. You can kill it, can’t you? Like you killed the others?”

                Snapping back to reality, you cleared your throat and nearly jumped at the chance to protect him. “Easily, step back.” You stepped forward, a slight pungent smell hit your nose. A boar shot out of the bushes as you jumped, the noise startling you. And from the corner of you eye, you noticed a glint. Spinning around you came face to face with your mate, holding a knife up at you in a defensive position.

                “I saw you on the ship, strutting about while I was trapped in that pod!” His knife raised higher as you shuffled away, holding your hands up in defense. “What did you and those tentacled freaks do to me?” His voice was low as his red eyes glared into yours.

                “No! I was taken to! I had nothing to do with them.”

                “I’m not an idiot! I saw-agh!” He cried out as your minds merged. You were looking through his eyes and out to dark street. Lurking as people passed. But before you could look further, the image faded. “What was that? What’s going on?”

                You breath heaved as you looked deeper into his eyes, a small smile appearing as his knife lowered. “I-I don’t know, but something connected us.” Something other than my goddess.

                “It’s those monsters. Whatever they did you us caused that link. They took you too. I saw it.” He sighed and put away his weapon. “Ands to think I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards. Apologies.” His voice truly was like music.

                “Apology accepted. I might have done the same if the roles were reversed.” I wouldn’t.

                “Ah~ A kindred spirit. My name’s Astarion. I was in Baldur’s Gate when those beasts snatched me.” Astarion? Even his name is angelic. No wonder it’s taken so long for you to meet him. Your village was located a few days away from the big city. You never made trips there, only your father and hunting parties would make the travel. Selling crops, clothing and any other good your village made.

                “From the city? I lived quite a ways away. I was taken while hunting. I’m not sure how long it’s been.” It wasn’t entirely wrong. You were hunting but not the type people would assume. It was late when you were snatched. A beautiful moon guided your path as you ran after a deer, your paws silently hitting the ground as your muzzle snapped for its tail.

                “Oh? A hunter? That could be useful. So, do you know anything about these worms?” He placed his hands on his hips and raised a brow.

                “Yes. Unfortunately, they’ll turn us into mind flayers.” As if I couldn’t become more of a beast. Your thoughts though were swiftly cut by his scoff of disbelief.

                “Turn us into-ha…haha! Of course it’ll turn me into a monster. What else did I expect?” His words trailed off as he looked to the dirt road beneath you. “Although…it hasn’t happened yet. If we find an expert, someone that can control these things- there still might be time.” He raised his hand to his chin in thought.

                If we find someone? He wanted to travel together? With you? “Y-you could come along with us. Our odds are better if we travel together.” Gods, do I sound desperate? Please take my offer.

                His eyes met yours again as a smirk formed on his face. “You know, I was ready to go this alone, but…maybe sticking with you isn’t such a bad idea.” Yes! A perfect idea. “You seem like a useful person to know.” His words seemed like they held something behind them, but you didn’t much care. As long as your mate followed. “Alright! I accept, lead on.”

                You could barely suppress the smile that tried to cross your face. “Ahem, alright. Let’s move then.” You cleared your throat and finally broke eye contact, looking further down the road and heading that direction. “I hear something ahead, we’ll start there.” As you walked passed him, his scent filled your nose once more. He truly did smell heavenly. I’ll keep him safe.

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Further down the trail, you had encountered a group of refugees begging at a gate. At the top were tieflings, refusing to open until their supposed leader showed up, demanding the gates be open as a pack of goblins appeared to attack. It didn’t take long for you to help defeat them and you quickly slipped through the gate with everyone, making sure your group was okay and mostly uninjured.

                You found yourselves in a Druid’s Grove. Although with their issues, you weren’t sure how long you were going to last. It was to be closed off soon and everyone but the druids themselves were to be kicked out. After communing with the leader of the tieflings, you had decided your day had been busy enough and had led your group to a clear spot deeper into the grove.

                You had all set up tents around a fire and laid out bedrolls for when you were all ready to sleep. As you finished setting out supplies and changing out of you day clothes, your gaze drifted over to your silver haired mate. He sat outside his tent, a thick book in his hands and his eyes lazily drifting over its contents. You quickly took a deep breath, muttering a quick ‘you got this’ before making your way over to his figure.

                Hearing your approach, he glanced up. “Yes?” Ouch, not the greeting I was hoping for. Did he not feel the connection you goddess had blessed you with? Even non-Lycans were rumored to feel something.

                You let out an embarrassing laugh and cleared your throat. “I uh- I was just wanting to check on you. What do you think about our journey so far?” You could tell me anything and I’d listen, please just talk to me.

                “Well, not much has happened. We’re in a grove that’s close to impending doom and we have worms in our brain. Pretty shit journey so far, wouldn’t you say.” Ok, so he’s not having a very good time right now, but who would? Defiantly not you.

                “That’s true. I’m sure we can find a healer here, they’re druids after all. Perhaps we’ll be rewarded if we help out with their little issue.” You let out a short chuckle but quickly closed you lips as a sneer appeared on his.

                “Help out? It’s not our issue. I say we find a healer and move on. No need to get caught up in fights that aren’t ours.” Okay, a little self-centered but it’s not the first time I’ve dealt with someone like him. And he’s pretty, so it’s ok.

                “You don’t think we, should help out? Even for a reward?” He shook his head, and stood, setting his book down to give you his full attention.

                “The reward better be big if we stick around to help a little war. Either way, I still don’t like it.” His eyes met yours. “Was there anything else?” Let’s turn to other matters.

                “Uuuhh, tell me a bit about yourself. It’s good to get to know each other if we’ll be traveling closely. What did you use to do in the city? I’ve never been so I want to know all about it.” I want to know all about you.

                He scoffed. “Oh what’s to tell? I’m a magistrate back in the city, it’s all rather tedious.” A magistrate? I should have guessed he was in a position of high power; his clothes look like it.

                “A magistrate? That sounds cool. What’s the city like?” Don’t stop talking. I still want to know more about you.

                You couldn’t quite tell, but his eyes seemed to hold that of annoyance. You’re lucky that your ears and tails weren’t visible unless you were shifted. If they were, your laid-back ears and tucked tail would give away your worry to this. That’s possibly the last thing that you want right now, to upset your mate and annoy him.

                “Depends on the area I suppose. The main upper city is quite busy. Especially at night, people out and about, drinking and…well the whole city is busy. I don’t normally get out much though.” His sentence trailed off, a smirk crossing his face before it quickly vanished. “Now was there something else you wanted to talk about.”

                “Oh, umm, no. No I suppose that’s really it. Goodnight, Astarion, sleep well. I’ll be keeping watch so, you don’t have to worry about anything attacking.” I would gladly give up any sleep to make sure you’re protected.

                “Why thank you, Darling. I’ll surely sleep better knowing you’re watching.” And with his words, you would spend the night walking the perimeter of your camp with your heart racing and thoughts spinning out of control.

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Masterlist || Part 2

[sorcerous-caress]

My works

Sorted in alphabetical order based on the character's names, except when a work contains multiple characters, then you'll find it at the end of the list.

The most recent fics will be at the end of the character's list.

Gold ♡ is a traditionally written style fanfic [ usually crossposted to Ao3 ]

Red ♡ is a drabble/headcanon style Fanfic [ Not on my Ao3 ]

Pink ♡ is interactive stories

🎂 is an event related work

[ A -> Z ]

Arnell Hallowleaf

♡ Agape [comfort, romance]

Astarion

♡ To dance with you [heavy angst]

Dame Aylin & Isobel

♡ dealing with an overworked reader [fluff, poly]

Gale

♡ The Hanged Man [angst]

♡ cat food [ended]

Halsin

♡ Faux Innocence [smut]

Karniss

♡ Giving him a bath [fluff, angst]

Lorroakan

♡ general and smut headcanons [smut, fluff, dark content]

Minthara Baenre

♡ Smut headcanons [ Smut, nb!reader, Dom!minthara ]

♡ Secret confession [ Fluff, nb!reader ]

♡ Dead men's thrones [dark, smut, gore, durge!reader ]

♡ sleep cuddling [ Fluff, nb!reader, soft!Minthara ]

♡ Reflection [ smut, drama, cheating, Gale ]

♡ A beautiful webbing [smut, drider, dark]

♡ drider Minthara hc [fluff]

♡ Homewarming gift [smut]

Mizora

♡ Cucking Wyll [smut]

♡ XXX [smut]

Qudenos

♡ Red dragon smut hc [ heavy smut, nb!reader ]

Rolan

♡ Meta Magic Seduction [ smut, nb!reader, sub!rolan ]

Shadowheart

♡ Eager Plaything [ heavy smut, nb!reader, Dom!shadowheart ]

♡ Aftercare bath [ fluff, nb!reader, Soft!shadowheart ]

♡ pearly collar [ dark content, smut, nb!reader, dom!shadowheart ]

♡ she degrades you [ smut, nb!reader, dom!shadowheart ]

♡ shart au's reacting to a petname [ fluff, nb!reader ]

♡ wereshart and the full moon [ fluff, werewolf ]

♡ Werewolf Shadowheart HC [ fluff, werewolf ]

♡ Mysterious bag [ongoing]

Sorn Orlith

♡ Bad at sex [ crack, heavy smut, Afab!reader ]

Wyll

♡ With a shy Tav [fluff]

♡🎂 We die at the same time [angst, comfort]

♡🎂 Soft Yandere HC [dark content]

♡🎂 Heaven was made for two [fluff]

♡🎂 Into my arms [angst, TW: Self harm]

♡🎂 Karlach poly [fluff]

♡🎂 insecure tiefling Reader [angst, comfort]

♡🎂 girl dad Wyll [fluff]

Yurgir

♡ A rabbit braver than any wolf [smut]

Z'rell

♡ x reader headcanons [fluff, angst]

Several characters

♡ Asking to touch their ears [ fluff ]

♡ Putting makeup on them [ fluff ]

♡ How would they drink your blood [ suggestive ]

♡ Finding out you're ticklish [ fluff ]

♡ Giving them a hug [ fluff ]

♡ finding out you enjoyed being tickled [ fluff, fetish, smut ]

♡ reacting to a motherly reader [ fluff, afab!fem!reader ]

♡ Aftercare [ fluff, nb!reader ]

♡ how they act when they're sad [ angst ]

♡ reacting to Tav's younger sibling/child [ fluff ]

♡ tiefling reader losing a horn / eye [ hurt/comfort ]

♡ praising a shy Tav [ fluff ]

♡ with a teacher Tav [ fluff ]

♡ Accidentally calling them mom [fluff, platonic]

♡ Reacting to a fallen aasimar Tav [fluff]

♡ Dealing with a stressed Tav [fluff]

♡ Gifts they'd give you [fluff]

♡ taking you as their fake date [fluff]

♡ sharing a bed [fluff]

♡ taking care of the kids [fluff]

♡ aftermath of the breakup [suggestive]

♡ Companions with a Halfling Tav [fluff]

♡ early morning cuddling [fluff]

♡ early morning cuddling pt.2 [fluff]

[moonselune]

ִ ࣪𖤐⋆.˚ Astarion ࣪ 𖤐⋆.˚ :

Drabbles:

⟢Astarion x M!Durge⟢

⟢ Scars ⟢

⟢Animal Friends⟢

⟢Injured⟢

⟢Astarion x f!reader x Gale ⟢

⟢Astarion x Werewolf! gf⟢

⟢Pampering⟢

⟢Shapeshifter !⟢

⟢Nobody understands ⟢

⟢Toe to Toe⟢

⟢Beach⟢

⟢Sleep, my darling⟢

⟢Insecurities⟢

⟢How kind of you.. (Durge)⟢

⟢Surprise Kiss!⟢

⟢Can't sleep?⟢

⟢You must be joking⟢

⟢Kidnapped by Orin⟢

⟢Jealousy⟢

⟢No more revivify for you⟢

⟢Fucking nerd⟢

⟢Scratch me up!⟢

⟢I'm pregnant⟢

⟢Me? Jealous?⟢

⟢Clingy⟢

⟢As an uncle/father⟢

⟢Got you!⟢

⟢Platonic Astarion x Aasimar!reader⟢

⟢What she did to you⟢

⟢All too much⟢

⟢Inexperienced⟢

⟢Aloof⟢

⟢Not on my watch⟢

⟢Fluffy Incidents⟢

⟢Sewn⟢

⟢Lady Drow⟢

⟢Happy Surprise⟢

⟢Burns⟢

⟢Menzoberranzen⟢

⟢Silly Sacrifice⟢

⟢Meltdown⟢

⟢Questions⟢

⟢Revived⟢

⟢Durge | Purpose⟢

⟢Lean on me⟢

⟢Favourite kisses⟢

⟢Ersatz eye⟢

⟢Stuttering (NSFW)⟢

⟢Life left behind⟢

⟢The Right Word⟢

⟢I'm Father?⟢

⟢Not Smart Enough⟢

⟢Opened mind⟢

⟢Turn ons⟢

⟢Crown of Karsus (Male!Reader)⟢

⟢Your kid's father makes an appearance⟢

⟢Incubus Interference⟢

⟢Adopted by The In-laws ⟢

⟢Power of Friendship⟢

⟢Shaky Hands⟢

⟢Scales (Draconic Sorceror)⟢

✦. ── Dark BG3 Masterlist ── .✦

[thot-writes]

MORE WEREWOLF X VAMPIRE FICS!! *slams fists on the table* I DEMAND MORE WEREWOLF X VAMPIRE FICS!!!!

how astarion would treat his werewolf gf (SFW);

Astarion is not as surprised as one might’ve expected him to be. he’s likely had a lot of experience with lycanthropes of all kinds through Cazador (that bitch)

when you’re revealed to be a werewolf, the cogs in his mind are already turning for suggestive jokes he can make about it

you actually hear him (thanks to your superior hearing) in front of his tent mumbling them to himself as he workshops them

“‘Every good dog deserves a bone…’ hm… no, that sounds too seedy. Maybe… ‘if you’re a good little pup I’ll give you a… treat’? Gods, why is this so much harder than I thought?”

you have to cover your mouth to stop your hideous snickering. hearing his process on his meticulously crafted persona is simply too cute

you always end up turning the lines back onto him anyways. after all, if you’re the dog but he’s the one on all fours and begging, what does that make him?

astarion is a little disappointed that you can never wear silver, and he tells you so. it burns you to the touch, but also it would look so good on your gorgeous skin— isn’t a little bit of pain worth it for the fashion?

you throw garlic cloves at him for suggesting it. luckily for him the tadpole negates what damage that would normally do.

loves the bloodthirst. he’ll cheer you on when you’re getting worked up & rabid during battles

occasionally you’ll have bouts where all you crave is extreme violence. it’s quite manageable, they normally only happen when a full moon is close or when you’re in the middle of a particularly nasty fight.

one time, you tackled a man who’d targeted astarion and bit half his face off. you don’t even know why you did it, it just felt like the right thing to do at the time— and your adrenaline was running too fast for you to stop and think for a second

if astarion’s heart was still beating, he was sure it would’ve fluttered at that moment. seeing you defend him with such aggression was so… romantic

he had to resist the urge to pull you in for a kiss. at least while you still had the man’s face-skin in your mouth (did you eat it or spit it out?)

as your relationship shifts less from lust and more to love, he starts to express concerns over the darker parts of your curse.

astarion knows that while lycanthropy has a cure they’re often hard to find— and you’ve little interest in one at this point anyway. but doesn’t mean that doesn’t mean he can’t help you in other ways

when a full moon is coming and a horrific, agonising transformation is upon you, astarion stays by your side and tries to alleviate the pain by showing you have his support

after attempts of trying stronger and stronger pain-killing elixirs failed to make much of a difference, he decided that perhaps just being there with you was the better option

he’s by your side and resting your head on his lap, stroking your hair and offering the occasional word of encouragement

when it’s time to transform you get magically restrained and even still, he remains. sometimes he passes the hours with reading or embroidery, sometimes he tries to talk with you to see if you’re still in there

he hopes by doing this that you’ll learn to retain some control over yourself and you won’t need to be restrained each full moon. and it’s kind of working! once, he managed to calm you down enough to give you a little pat on the head— and that’s enough proof for him that you can best the beast

you’re not entirely sure if you believe him when he tells you that though

and as if astarion needed yet another reason to hate the gur, now he has one.

as a monster, they’ll be just as likely to hunt you. he won’t let them.

even if you have no strong feelings for the gur, astarion is brimming with more than enough spite and vitriol for both of you.

honestly, being a werewolf has made you two even closer than before. you can relate on certain issues now— you’re both bloodthirsty monsters, capable of losing all sense of control and reason, and when night falls is when the people of faerun should be the most fearful— for the night is your personal hunting ground.

astarion is very supportive of a lycanthrope partner (much like he is with a durge one) and will not judge you for it. when your control lapses, he reins you in, when you’re dealing with the pain of a pre and post-transformation, he helps you through it.

on the surface, you’re two fearsome, monstrous beasts that would send an average person running— but beneath, you’re two people madly in love, trying to temper the negative effects of your respective curses. for each other.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

So, i used body 3 for my female Tav, which makes her like really tall and buff (similar to Karlach, plus shes a tiefling too!) and in the first romance scene with Astarions SHE picks HIM up and spins him around while kissing. To me is was so funny, but what if Astarion really enjoys the size difference? Everytime he looks up at her, he cant help but saying: ❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜ 👀🤤

Sorry got super sick of late. I love tall big tav so much it so underrated

Rated T

Warnings: none

This is one of those moments he wishes he wasn’t imagining his heart racing, the skipping of beat, or the way his lungs would be struggling to take in air. The sight of you over him covering him from the debris of rock fall from a trap laid by some bandits, the way the shield behind your back clunking as each rock bounces off, you were quick to react and use yourself as a meat shield. You grunted with the adding weight and the pain of each impact.

There's a wild look in your eyes, rage yes, but he sees something more… Something has not seen nor can recall to memory so easily: worry. Not for the situation, it is towards him, he knows because you caress his cheek gently as if he is so fragile. A porcelain doll you fear will break at the slightest touch.

"Get down." And he does.

Your transformation is swift, much like druidic magic, but it is aggressive and your size increases tenfold. You were already tall, taller than even Karlach when you didn't slouch. You now fill the space left between you both and start digging through the now rested debris of rocks. Claws ripping through anything like a hot knife through butter, Astarion is careful not to get in your way.

He can smell your blood, some of the rock has cut you, he can hear your racing heartbeat.

You are loyal, caring when needed, and fierce. Passionate in everything you do, especially when it comes to him. Though you are a werewolf and though he is a vampire, you care about him.

And right now, he swears he is in love seeing you use your strength to save them both.

[captain039]

PART 3 Fangs

Astarion x werewolf!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, feelings, vampire things, werewolf things, jealousy, swearing, intimacy, first times, swearing, anxiety

Previous part <-

You slept rather well, you suppose it was all the exhaustion. You left for the day to go shopping, you wondered about Astarion briefly, he was probably sprawled out naked in a strangers bed. You shook your head quickly seeing the clothing shop. You headed up the stairs before you heard yelling. You frowned turning seeing a familiar half naked elf being thrown on the streets. You held back a laugh as a woman threw his shirt at him and stormed back inside. You began laughing quietly and he looked your way. You stopped laughing a smile on your face as he began walking over. You felt your heart rate pick up at the pale skin in the sun, taunt muscles as he slipped on his shirt.

“Was that amusing?” He said an angry pout on his face.

“Quite” you laughed and he huffed.

“Outfit shopping are we?” He asked and you nodded.

“Please tell me you’re not going to buy more of that” he gestured to your outfit.

“I can’t have nice things” you sighed heading inside, the vampire following.

“Why not?” He asked sounding confused and offended.

“Because” you huffed greeting the shop keeper and going to the less fancy area.

“Because isn’t an answer” he huffed crossing his arms as he stood by you.

“I’ll ruin them” you shot back defensive and he frowned looking surprise.

“It’s too wild, I don’t know when it’s going to happen suddenly, I only have what my parents left me and it’s running out” you sighed snatching some clothes from the shelves.

“Wait, come with me” he said and you frowned following him. He stopped in front of a green dress, flowers in the skirt, with a built in cloth corset.

“What?” You asked as he looked to you studying.

“Hm, yes, try this on” he said taking your clothes and handing you the dress.

“I can’t afford this” you said.

“Oh shut up, my treat” he ushered you to the changing area and you groaned.

“Astarion-“ you said as he shook his head and pushed you into the changing space.

“Humour me” he said and you raised an eyebrow.

“Please” he added with puppy dog eyes and you sighed closing the curtain. You struggled with the back lace trying to keep it on your chest. You looked into the mirror though and froze, it was gorgeous and you actually looked like a woman. Your curves were shown and it hugged your body just right.

“Astarion I can’t” you said going to take it off.

“Nonsense, what’s the matter?” He asked.

“I can’t tie it up properly. But that’s not all, I don’t-“ you froze as the curtain opened and he stood behind you. He pushed your hair over your shoulder and began tightening the laces before tying them off. The dress sat much better and you stared at yourself in the mirror, going to glance at Astarion, but he wasn’t there. You felt rather emotional, it’d been years since you’ve been in a dress.

“Beautiful” he whispered and you flushed.

“No, no just-“ you began fiddling with the tie he made and began to panic a little.

“Little wolf” he said questioning, holding your wrist gently making you turn around. You gave him a silent beg as he frowned at you.

“What happened to you?” He asked voice soft and you tensed going wide eyed as memory’s flashed by.

You heard your mother call you inside for dinner. You’d been playing in the garden with a doll your father made. You went inside giggling as you sat down at the table, your father giving you a smile as your mother gave you some stew and bread. You ate happily as your father told you about his recent travels for his trade. At the end of dinner you helped clean up while your father tended to the two horses he had. He came back in a big grin on his face.

“I’ve bought you something” he said and you turned to him exited. You saw a large pink box with a pretty bow.

“What is it?!” You said and he chuckled kneeling down and opening it. He took out a beautiful pink dress and you squealed hugging him tightly before rushing to try it on.

You came back out twirling and showing off the dress.

“I love it! I’m never taking it off!” You said and your parents laughed as you hugged your father again.

“Nothing” you said quietly seeing his eyes sadden. You urged him out and closed the curtain, undressing and putting back your simple grey shirt and black pants on. You came back out handing Astarion the dress and taking your few shirts and pants, hearing him sigh softly as you paid for your items and left. He follows after you, silently walking with you back to the inn.

“Will you head home today?” He asked as you reached the inn door.

“I’ll pack first, then I’ll go, I’ve been here too long” you said and he nodded eyes avoiding yours.

“Will you stay here?” You asked and he tensed a bit.

“Think I’ve overstayed my welcome too” he chuckled dryly and you nodded smiling, a heavy feeling in your stomach.

“Well, be safe” you said and he nodded.

“You also” he finished as you headed inside to get ready to journey back home.

Next part ->

[pursuitseternal]

Masterlist: a collection of Spawn and Ascended Astarion fics, drabbles, and AU’s

Tolkien (Sauron, Annatar) Masterlist

Link on Ao3

EtL Gur!Tav x Astarion—Katja hates her circumstances of a tadpole in her head, but she hates him more, Gue by birth, monster hunter by trade like her people. As for him, she’s the same stock of vagrant that killed him all those centuries ago; punishing her should be fun.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter 4 |

Ao3 link | Tumblr fic Index

Ascended Astarion x f!Reader

“I can’t yet speak its language…” Astarion doesn’t know all his powers, despite the title of Vampire Ascendant, despite having a Bride at his side. Suppose these manifest themselves surprisingly, even awkwardly… a bit of comedy and smut.

series link on AO3

Series of scenes from Acts 1 and 2 of Spawn Rogue Astarion x Female Reader.

✨Part 1: “Go back to sleep, darling…” [the SFW flirty bite one]

✨Part 2: “You’ll have to keep quieter than that…” [the NSFW sexy fingering one]

✨Part 3: “Daggers are a love language, my dear…” [the NSFW sexy daggers one]

✨Part 4: “Let me have that sweet ambrosia, my love…” [the NSFW vampire feeding frenzy, period sex one]

✨Part 5: “All vim and vigor, dearest…” [the NSFW healing trope one]

✨Part 6: “Maybe we should fight more often…” [Lovers Spat and Make Up Sex one]

✨Part 7: “You had better tie me up, darling…” [fuck or die Sex Pollen one]

✨Part 8: “Anything to reassure you, my sweetest…” [jealous tav needs nsfw convincing]

✨Part 9: “Dexterity check first, my sweet” [my homage to his hands, and an excuse to use Sharess’ Caress]

✨Part 10: “To things that warm us!” [drunken toasts and public cockwarming]

✨ Part 11: “Use Your Words” [prompt full au: lovers run]

✨ Part 12: “Decadent” [Valentines Day sex chocolates, semi-public sex]

✨Part 13: “You’ll end up bitten” [the werewolf smut, knotting one]

✨ Part 14: “Don’t hold your breath” [underwater oral hot spring surprise]

✨ Part 15: “Knowledge is a dangerous weapon” [bookworm Tav, Spawn powers, breeding (no babies) kink]

✨ Part 16: “Your body’s already given you away” sharing body heat, caught in a storm

✨Part 17: “You make me want to live:” BG3 anniversary smut based on the song

✨ Part 18: “I wanted to hear you whimper:” Brat taming the Vampire

Yuletide in Faerûn Part 1: A Yuletide Miracle (Spawn)

link to fic on AO3

Scenes of Ascended Astarion x Female Reader, realizing that all the power in the world can’t instantly heal all his trauma. It takes love, sex, and making him remember the Vampire Rogue he once was. All chapters are NSFW.

🩸Chapter 1: Welcome Me

🩸Chapter 2: Cleanse Me

🩸Chapter 3: Surprise Me

🩸Chapter 4: Hold Me

🩸Chapter 5: Master Me

🩸 Chapter 6: Warm Me

🩸Chapter 7: Persuade Me

🩸Chapter 8: Scald Me

🩸 Chapter 9: Rescue Me

🩸Chapter 10: Unmask Me

🩸Chapter 11: Seek Me

🩸 Chapter 12: Treat Me

🩸 Chapter 13: Release Me

🩸Chapter 14: Use Me

🩸 Chapter 15: Choke Me

🩸 Chapter 16: Reprimand Me

🩸 Chapter 17: Vex Me

Yultide in Faerûn Part 2: Wrap Me Up (Ascended) 🎀

link to fic on AO3

🗡️Enemies to Lovers | Astarion x Named Tav

💞🗡️He can’t remember anything, but she does. The betrothed she believed dead, the source of all her centuries of grief and heartache now in the middle of her path after the Nautiloid crash, but something is different about him. Dark. Changed. Something hidden.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12

Chapter 13| Chapter 14| Chapter 15

Chapter 16| Chapter 17| Chapter 18

Chapter 19| Chapter 20| Chapter 21

Chapter 22| Chapter 23| Chapter 24

Summary: A favor once given to ensure Ascension is finally owed in turn: Raphael arrives from Avernus. With the thrill of another battle on the horizon, Astarion and his Raven prepare for fires and blood. Lust and bloodlust aren’t quite so diffent

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

🩸Ascended Astarion x Selûnite Shadowheart🌙

Caught sneaking on the walls of the Crimson Palace, Shadowheart wakes in the dungeons, deep in the Monster’s lair, the keep of her former companion and current tormentor, Lord Astarion. BDSM kink fic with a happy ending.

Ao3 link | Fic tumblr Index

Lumina is different, newly turned, and she has turned the head of the Master, the Vampire Ascendant. For the first time in 200 years, his beating heart might just feel something again.

CW: darker turns to softer AA, Harem of Spawn, No Tav, OC reminds AA of his past, “she’s special,” some jealousy, manipulative sexy AA, angst with a happy ending

Ao3 link | tumblr Fic Index (all chs)

🩸🗡️Ascended Astarion Drabbles Mini-Masterlist

✨🗡️ Spawn Astarion Drabbles Mini-Masterlist

😈 Raphael Mini-Masterlist

🩸🌙 Shadowstarion

🗡️ “To Slice the Tension” [knife play]

🛐 “Unholy” [Priestarion, religious corruption]

Fanart by @marimosalad, @nyx-knox @snowfolly and @dafna-winchester