#astarion's past

[the-case-book-of-fanfiction]

Love Bites {Masterlist}

With your memory spotty, you gravitate toward the first person you see—an old friend from a very old past. But Astarion is keeping plenty of secrets...and he's never been the best liar. How long will it take before his deceptions unravel? And what will you do when you realize just how much damage he's done?

Ship: Astarion Ancunin x fem!vampire spawn!elf!Tav/reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, vampire spawn!Tav, fem!Tav, manipulative but guilty/regretful Astarion, Astarion's sexual trauma, Cazador, vampire bite, reader is turned into a spawn, reader is technically one of Astarion's victims

18+ Warnings: vaginal sex, consensual sex, mirror sex, riding, fingering, oral, blood kink, bite kink, loving sex, non-descriptive noncon/dubcon (Astarion’s trauma), Astarion experimenting with his boundaries

Total Word Count: 47,397 words (87 pages)

Notes: The title of this fic (and some of its chapter titles) is heavily inspired by Def Leppard's song Love Bites.

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CONTENT NOTE: Where Astarion's perspective comes into this fic, I tried writing his experience with his hurt that he has been treated this way along with his "this is what I do" mentality; he's very back and forth about the abuse he's endured and some of my writing reflects that. If that upsets you or makes you uncomfortable in anyway, I completely understand and I encourage you to leave the fic at any point. However, I do believe writing this perspective is necessary, as his blasé take on his sexual trauma is one that I myself have struggled with, as I am sure other survivors have as well.

☟ story parts linked below ☟

Best Unremembered {Chapter 1} Waking up with a spotty memory and the only person you do remember is jarring enough—but it only gets worse when the people who remember you are monsters and strangers.

Walking Corpses {Chapter 2} Astarion's night spent searching for prey is interrupted by an unwelcome feeling of familiarity. Your life is derailed by recognizing a long-dead friend.

Little Love {Chapter 3} Appearances can be deceiving, but they can also tell you everything you need to know. A second look at the elf you once called a friend is all you need to fill in the two-hundred year gap.

The Golden Elf {Chapter 4} Sometimes, vampires choose their spawn specifically. Sometimes, they're in the wrong place at the wrong time and are lost to their loved ones for centuries. These days, that's all you can think about.

Little Star, Little Sun {Chapter 5} A long-awaited reunion that doesn't go quite as planned can lead to many things, especially when two manipulators both lay their traps for one another. Though is it really a trap when all you want to do is spare your lover from yet another night of torment?

Love Bites {Chapter 6} Astarion remembers you, but it's already too late. He's bedded you and remembered the love and life you had together, two hundred years ago, and now he has to make a choice. Does he sacrifice himself, or does he sacrifice you?

Love Bleeds {Chapter 7} Fangs gleam in the shadows and a coffin lies open nearby. Vampire lords are nasty creatures; even a changed heart can do very little when there are claws around it.

On My Knees {Chapter 8} A betrayal so severe even centuries of love threaten to break beneath its weight. Yet you offer forgiveness, even if Astarion has not felt its kindness in two hundred years.

Second Chances {Epilogue} Home is a place and home is people. You have quite the large family now, and it's time to provide for them, however you may.

Love Bites Soundtrack — 3h50min

Chapter 1: tracks 1 - 6 Chapter 2: tracks 7 - 13 Chapter 3: tracks 14 - 19 Chapter 4: tracks 20 - 26 Chapter 5: tracks 27 - 32 Chapter 6: tracks 33 - 40 Chapter 7: tracks 41 - 46 Chapter 8: tracks 47 - 53 Epilogue: tracks 54 - 60

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Baldur's Gate 3 // Astarion Ancunin

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[nknovakwrites]

Wedding Invite Interlude

Hope: Obviously we are inviting Gale and Shadowheart and the whole gang.

Astarion nods.

Hope: Cal, Lia, and Rolan?

Astarion: Sure.

Hope: Withers?

Astarion: I guess?

Hope: Avriana and-

Astarion: Hope!

Hope: ???? You don’t wanna invite Withers?

Astarion: Don’t play dumb.

Hope: You know I’m not going to let this go until you talk to her!

[lunaconstantinerp]

[SPOILERS for Astarion's past]

[SPOILER Astarion past. Dark themes]

Astarion woke with a gasp, the stale air ripping through his sore throat like daggers. He noticed a sour taste of blood in his mouth. His body felt stiff, his joints felt sore and weirdly tight... he tried to open his eyes but found that they were already open; it was merely too dark to see anything.

What in the hells..?

He tried to sit up but couldn't. There wasn't room for it. He could only lie down. What... what was going on? Where was he?

He bangged against the roof of this small contraption yelling for anyone out there to help him. Someone, please, let him out!!

It hurt to make his voice ring out, but he did not stop. Even as he tasted fresh blood and the events of the previous night flashed through his mind.

He'd been on his way home when he'd been attacked. Some Gur-group had cornered him in a dark alley, seemingly unhappy with a sentence he could barely remember signing off on. They going to kill him.

He screamed, banging against the wood above him. His eyes stung with panicked tears. He... he HAD died, hadn't he? Yes, yes, but like that...! A man had stepped in and offered to save him. Give him life eternal. But then... why was he here? Why was he stuck in what he was increasing sure was a coffin?! Gods! It didn't matter why! All that mattered was getting out.

Astarion cried out desperately, searching his pockets for anything that might help him break the wood above him. He was pretty sure no one was coming. Still, his voice continued to cry out for help, even through the raw pain in cost him.

There. A key.

He put the metal between his fingers and resumed punching the roof. He kept doing so for what felt like ages. His knuckles tore. His body ached. He kept going... and going...

Dirt fell onto his face, into his mouth. He spat it out. His body wanted to give up, but he wouldn't let it. Even when so much dirt fell that he was completely engulfed, he kept digging swallowing earth and blood and spit. It took so long to claw his way out, that he at times wasn't even sure that he was going the right way.... but... finally he reached air. He heaved himself up, his stomach immediately lurching and making him spit up all of what he had swallowed in his panic.

He then collapsed on the ground of his own grave, his body beyond tired, his chest heaving. He opened his eyes.

At first everything was blurry, but as he blinked away tears a figure started to come into view. It was the man who had saved him from the Gur.

Cazador.

[artist-rat]

fine dining at the blushing mermaid. with the boogieboys

[elfboypussy]

someone please tell them theres other rooms at this inn

[sleeeepy-demon]

doctors hate her its part 9 of horrible bg3 memes i drew on paint

part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

[steelsartcorner]

BG3 Comic: An Unwelcome Surprise

(Be forewarned: Dark Urge Act 3 Spoilers. Post is tagged. Click “read more” for the full comic.)

I always find myself wondering about the side conversations that must happen between the other characters while your PC is busy talking to the plot point givers.

[sangpires]

illuminated

print!

[oriixxc]

I trust you won't kill me.

and if you do, then I've gotten sloppy and probably have it coming.

🔗Twitter

[hyakunana]

I hate the sewers . jpg

[coreene]

I know it's the popular opinion in fandom that Astarion was a corrupt magistrate, I like to think he was the opposite.

I think he was lawful to a fault. An idealist and a dreamer. He was born in a secluded elven clan, not much contact with humans but once he got a taste of the outside world, it was impossible to keep him there. So, despite his family's protests - he left. He made a good life for himself in Baldur's Gate, enjoyed the diversity the city offered and lived his life as fast as humans did, until when he got beaten to death and was saved by his tormentor.

Slowly, he lost that spark within himself. Ideals, dreams, doing the right thing, obeying the law - all was lost, replaced with the primal need to survive.

[discountscoobyart]

astarion has bewitched my body and soul

[nknovakwrites]

Astarion's Past Part Four: The Potion

Astarion sat at the bar of the tavern and stared at the blue glass bottle but made no move to drink the contents. Hope had dropped the potion off with Dalyria days ago for Astarion since he had no desire to see the tiefling again. Apparently, she had to search the Underdark for some plant to get this potion made. He couldn't fathom why she would put in so much work to make something that might retrieve his memories. Might.

He read the note Hope had tied to the potion again.

Astarion,

This is a memory restoration potion.

If you decide not to take the potion, I won’t force you to.

All I want, more than anything, is for you to be happy with or without me.

♥️ Hope

The other spawn were a little surprised that Astarion didn’t want to take the potion, they all remembered Hope and how much she and Astarion had loved each other.

The spawn that liked Hope and Astarion (Aurelia and Dalyria) tried to get Astarion to drink the potion to no avail. His memories of his adventures were all fragmented and disordered because all the memories of Hope had been taken, most of what he remembered was fighting, killing, hurting, witnessing atrocities, and committing some too. He had enough bad memories he didn’t want to remember some more just because his siblings and some random tiefling said the memories it would restore were good. Why should he trust them? 

"I know how to get Astarion to drink the potion," Violet said.

She, Dalyria, and Petras were in the tavern but out of earshot of Astarion.

"How?" Dalyria asked.

"Get Petras to tell him not to take it."

Petras seemed to consider it for a moment before responding, "I’ll do it."

"Why?" Dal asked.

"I like making Astarion do things he doesn’t want to do."

As Petras walked away, Violet commented and made sure Petras heard it, "you’re a terrible person."

As promised, Petras told Astarion not to drink the potion.

Astarion, because of this, had decided to drink the potion (yes, he is that petty) still he asked Petras, “why?”

“Because I want you to wait as long as possible before you take the potion, as long as it takes for the only person who could love someone as terrible as you, to move on forcing you to live with the regret of your decision with the rest of your immortal life.”

Astarion was drinking the potion before Petras finished talking.

[comatosebunny09]

Okay, but modern art!student Tav infatuated with the milky-skinned, nude model they often sketch for class.

Even though the other students fawn over how unnaturally beautiful Astarion is, Tav always finds their eyes interlocking over their classmates’ murmurs. He always bears a playful, knowing smirk, and his gaze is soft sometimes when he looks at them as if he has the weakest spot for Tav and Tav alone.

Whenever Tav sketches the tattoo seemingly branded into his back into their notebook, they can’t help getting hit with random bouts of deja vu. Like they’ve known this model in a past life, though they can’t quite figure out the how’s and when’s of it. And the other students can’t understand why Astarion, in turn, is so taken by Tav.

Edit: I scribbled something last night.

[artist-rat]

decided to turn this main party + durge reveal pic into a series of how they're doing as i proceed in the game :} part two<3

[down4acount]

As the pain sweeps through, makes no sense for you, every thrill is gone, wasn’t too much fun at all - but I’ll be there for you - As the world falls down 🫶