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Purge

Durge is beginning to wonder whether it matters if they make it to Bhaal's temple and if it would be better for the others if they didn't.

And Astarion, despite your constant protests, cannot helplessly stand by and watch as you pour out the contents of your stomach and then eventually all of your questioning thoughts along with it.

Warning! Suicidal thoughts/questioning

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Astarion was quick to wake from his trance just from the absence of your presence at his side. He felt the place with cold fingers, realizing the blankets still had some of your warmth. The fire everyone circled around in their bedrolls was freshly tended, alive again with a new log added to the flames.

The vampire quietly got up to avoid disturbing the other companion's rest and began to sense where you might've run off. He strained his ears, and it didn't take long for him to pick up the sound of a specific someone retching in the distance of the forest. Astarion made haste, not wanting to let you suffer alone for a second.

A selfish part of him wanted to tell you again that it was alright to snap him awake whenever this happened, but he was fast to conclude that the morning would have to do. As much as he's gently brought it up, he did also understand your discomfort at the thought of him seeing you throw up last night's dinner.

But still, they were in this together, Bhaal be damned. And he knew you wouldn't hesitate to do the same for him. Hells, you've asked him for a kiss even when he was covered in blood and viscera, his hair more than just slightly askew, and his face sore with cuts and bruises. Sure, he couldn't look into a mirror, but he could still feel that the grime and exhaustion were evident to anyone at camp.

Didn't matter to you, though. You would call Astarion beautiful every time, and he'd readily call you a liar. And you'd say with a smile as golden as your heart, "Prove it."

He never could.

Astarion finally came upon the vision of you keeling over on your knees. Your hand was your only leaning support, pale and clammy from the night's cold on a tree stump. The only contrast was the red and scabbing marks around your wrist from being tied up every other night.

"Don't look," you croaked, your voice hoarse and tired, ready to deny his help.

It was rare that you would let yourself sleep sometimes, especially after what happened to that poor bard you so eagerly let join camp without even a hint of suspicion on your mind. Astarion was irritated by your being so open and careless, and all you had to say was that you missed the sound of a bard's music.

And you were punished for it.

Astarion remembered the last day you would ever trust your body around anyone. Not even your thoughts were safe in your mind, for fear of them crawling out and unleashing murder upon your companions and, God's forbid, on Astarion. Even the idea of that happening made you ill, but your mind would force you to see it in your dreams, and your slinking Bhaal butler would provoke the strength of your will.

It was only inevitable and natural that you'd be sick to your stomach with all that on your shoulders, your mind.

"You think this is the worst I've witnessed in my two hundred years?" the elf questioned, and he chose not to move forward, not without further consent.

"No," you answered truthfully, letting your hand slide down the rough bark for you to fall back on the balls of your feet.

"Then please let me help you."

"I," you started, taking a shaky breath. "I don't think you can."

Astarion could tell from your voice alone you were on the brink of tears. And as much as the vampire just wanted to take all of that pain away and rip it to nothing but shreds, kill any God that causes it, and ascend himself victorious so that it could never happen again, he couldn't. Not yet. He remained where he stood.

"What do you mean, my love?" he questioned softly when you didn't continue. He could always be sincere with you when you so effortlessly were, especially in such moments.

"I just hate this," you responded, nearly crying aloud. "I know you said we can fight this together. And I want to. Gods, I want to. But sometimes, I just wish my mind would stop for a second. Just to let me be me around you. The me that you know and the one I want to be. But I don't think I ever will."

He didn't say anything, letting you say what he couldn't bear.

"I'm going to die," you whispered, giving out and leaning onto your side. "And if my body doesn't, I know whoever was on this journey with you definitely will. So what does it matter if it all just stops now?"

Astarion almost couldn't believe his ears. Such a dreadful question slipped through the lips of an angel who soothed everyone's worries and selflessly promised devotion to countless others regardless of their own self-preservation.

Some say vampires are unfeeling creatures with no heart, none that craves to beat for anything other than the thrill of power. But, of course, if anyone ever proved them wrong, it was you.

And if there was anyone to tell Astarion he was worth more than his looks, his body, and his charm, that he was a person just like everyone else who could be valued, trusted, and loved so readily, it was most certainly you. You were the only one to give him even the slightest hope of defeating someone he had revolved around for two centuries. You were the only one to tell him he could finally stop surviving and start living.

You were the hope of every tiefling, your companions, and him. Hearing you, seeing you finally break, was enough to bring him to his knees, and the thought of genuinely losing you made his heart fall. But not for one second was this only about him.

A silence fell over the two of you until he finally gathered his words.

"When I discovered you, I remember being so furious. After all, how could there be people like you out here all this time? Just waiting to save someone's life, end their torment, their worries," he tried to explain without his voice trembling.

"You were so naive yet so relentlessly kind, constantly worrying about right and wrong, weighing every decision and then being the one to bear the consequences of them, all on your shoulders. And not once did you expect anything in return from anyone.

"So, please, consider when I hear you ask if it matters if you keep existing in this world, even if it's for a moment longer, that it does. Gods, it does. It's indisputable. Because this world is already so starved of people like you," he said, his chest aching with every word.

Hot tears threatened to well in his eyes, tears he hadn't known since he was still in that wretched dungeon being tortured alive.

Astarion couldn't stop thinking about you being lost forever compared to so many other evils they've slain along their journey. There were so many in this world who no one would miss, who no one would even consider a moment to remember, and Astarion thought that, with all his faults, he might as well have been on that list, too.

But everyone would most certainly miss you. Probably would throw thousands of flowers on your grave each year, speak exciting stories of your adventures with all you've done, put up a statue of you, and honor you for centuries to come.

He would so desperately miss you. When the others finally abandoned him and left him to his own devices or back with Cazador, he would have forgotten how to love again, knowing that you were the only one he could care for.

Astarion watched as the hand that supported you on the ground clenched, intertwining your calloused fingers into the grass. You turned your body to finally face him, shining tears from the firelight staining your cheeks.

And all of that and everything else he could've said to convince you otherwise must've been conveyed in just one look because he was finally seeing you. Your sweat-damp brow was furrowed in pain, your white-knuckled grip released the delicate blades of grass, and all your pain from your stomach to your head and mind was brewing behind your reddened eyes. Tired eyes.

"I'm sorry," you eventually cried with shoulders quivering, and it was all Astarion needed to come crawling over to hold you in his arms. "I didn't– I shouldn't have–"

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing at all," Astarion vehemently told you, shaking his head. "Everything that's been asked of you forced onto you, would test anyone."

You wept, sniffled, and apologized, and the cycle repeated, but Astarion never once ran out of quiet, comforting whispers.

It continued until it eventually came to a slow end, with you resting your head on his shoulder and his hand rubbing against yours. Your legs were numb from how long you both had sat there in that forest and if you could feel, maybe even a little cold- not because of Astarion. Never because of him.

While basking in the comfortable silence that befell both of you, you still couldn't help but sigh and shake your head.

"What is it, my love?" he asked so gently as if the words alone would make you fall apart again. You never hated yourself more for dumping your doubts, worries, and dreads on him.

"It's stupid," you said, actually meaning that you were stupid in a sense.

"Try me."

You hid your face further into the crook of his shoulder, feeling that familiar warmth spread across your cheeks.

"I just remembered how much I didn't want you to ever see me throw up... and you get something ten times worse."

Astarion laughed and said, "Compared to the monstrous atrocities we've seen throughout this journey, this is more akin to sunshine and a bed of fresh roses. I don't mind."

"Really?"

"Yes."

You squinted in suspicion at him and persisted, "Not even a little?"

Astarion quirked a brow.

"Well, I could do without the snot on the only shirt I possess," he joked, earning that gorgeous smile he missed so dearly, "but if it means you're still here, together with me, then no, I genuinely don't mind. I'm not going anywhere."

The latter part of his words sounded so irrefutable and clear to your ears that you almost forgot everything ahead.

"Even if I turn into a monster?" you asked him.

"The day you turn into a monster is the day that bears will fly," he answered, silently thinking about how different you were compared to him. "But if that still somehow manages to happen, then what's the harm of being monsters together?"

"That'd be so terrible," you told him, shaking your head with a smile.

This was nice. Your dark thoughts were quelled and momentarily replaced with the idea of you and Astarion, the future you two could have if you somehow managed to live through all this. What would it be like, you wondered.

You imagined a house somewhere in the city, perhaps a townhouse. You'd both live messily; all the treasures you hoarded over this journey would be scattered everywhere when first moving in. Curtains would be closed, but you'd like to imagine them open with a smiling Astarion basking like a cat in the sun he adored.

Alive again. With your love's heart beating so strongly with your ear pressed up against his naked chest as you both lounge in bed, doing nothing in particular.

Then it crossed your silly mind that you wanted that. You wanted to see that someday, even if it might not have been in the cards for you. But when have the chances ever not been slim? And how many times did you beat them until now?

That future, that hope, was enough to fight for.

That acquainted quiet settled once more before you finally whispered a vow only to him, "I'll defy him. Whatever it takes."

Even if it meant dying.

"As will I," he answered, and you knew who he spoke of. One day, both of you might be free- truly free.

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candyk0rn · 7 months

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Hello!! Is it okay if I request Astarion and Shadowheart with dark urge reader ට ̫ට ;just like what they think of them and stuff!! Feel free to ignore!! (　･`ω･´)✨

Dark Urge-BG3

Hello!! Thank you sm for requesting! You have officially become my first Baldurs Gate request 🤭 I was actually wanting to write something like this, so if anyone wants a part 2 with other characters I’m very happy to respond!

Before reading: Angst(if you squint)/comfort, Mentions of blood and death (It’s dark urge, so…), Astarion x reader, Shadowheart x reader (separate)

Astarion:

Probably the most understanding of all of the companions

He knows what it’s like, to have a hunger for bloodshed, and to be forced to take lives without your own will

Depending on how you fair, his reaction to your unwilling murders and bloodlust will change

If you wish to embrace this curse of yours, he’s right beside you, desperate to become the most merciful and powerful couple in all of Faerun

But if you wish to resist it, he’s there every step of the way

He cannot help but pity you, seeing his own fears and years of being controlled in your eyes

You find he’s one of the only people able to calm your killing frenzies and unconscious killings

He’s more than willing to stay up all night, watching your form, making sure you don’t act off when the others are asleep

He knows you’re more than this, he knows you are more than your desire to kill

So no matter what you say or choose to do,

he’s going to continue supporting you

Shadowheart:

As much as I adore Shadowheart

Miss maam is definitely not as understand as Astarion would be

At least, not at first

Perhaps I’m being a bit too harsh, because she definitely understands the urge to kill

The urge for revenge on those who have wronged you

So when it comes to that, she cannot help but support you

Like I said, at first she becomes extremely cautious around you,

She finds herself struggling to sleep in your company, the idea of you awaking and unknowingly slaughtering her or someone else haunting her

But when she sees your sadness around the situation, your yearning to be rid of this bloodthirsty curse

She pities you, and she wishes she could do something to help you

So she swears upon herself and her goddess that she shall work with you to find the cure for this curse

That she shall forever stay by your side, no matter the cost

Even if it takes her life away

Thanks for reading!!

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