DesperateAni

Vampire boyfriends and other disasters. BG3 fic writer (DesperateAni on AO3). Art sometimes.

[desperateani]

Vampire Boyfriends and Other Disasters

I started writing this fanfiction to cure my Astarion obsession. It did not help. But maybe it will help you? Enjoy!

Read my fic series on AO3:

The Parts They Won’t Sing About

Astarion x OC | Longfic | Angst & Fluff | Healing Arc | Hurt/Comfort | Too Many Tags to List

Who’s Rin?

A tiefling bard just minding her own business (see thievery and mischief, running from a dark past, swearing off ever falling in love again, stalked by an eldritch monstrosity and so forth), when she’s thrown into an adventure with a handsome (if rather bitey) elf. Cue angsty pining and mutual healing - eventually.

FAQ:

Q: Will they be okay?

A: Emotionally? No. Physically? Also no. Eventually? Probably.

Q: What’s the tone?

A: Grief, healing, trauma, love, knives, music. Torture and then cuddles.

Q: Can I talk to you about Astarion/Rin?

A: Yes. Please. Ask me questions I am dying to talk about them because I am so normal about this whole thing.

Start Here:

You can begin at Part One here → A Simple Plan and a Midnight Snack

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Tail Play

“Darling,” he drawled, “your tail is blushing.”

An update on the art for Loose Ends - standalone chapter can be read here

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OC Aesthetic

Thank you @elandra-beltharys for the tag - I spent way too long thinking about these!

Rinoah Merriweather

Gentle tags to @missfortunetherogue @davenswitcher @greiiliss @rubyeyebabybat

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Third Ball’s the Charm.

This time: no setting fires, no dramatic reunions, no fleeing into the night.

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WIP: Too many colour choices…

For: Loose Ends

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She frowned.

“Astarion,” she said, “are you… tied to a chair?”

“Seems that way,” he said lightly.

From: Loose Ends - Chapter 69

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WIP: Just innocent hugs 🥰

I am so excited about the chapter this is for…

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Rin and Star.

Illustrations for The Parts They Won’t Sing About

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“I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard.”

“You look effortless,” he replied.

WIP for the latest chapter of Loose Ends

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10 First Lines

Thank you @davenswitcher for the tag! This was a fun one.

1. Astarion was considering his rather limited options. From: A Simple Plan and a Midnight Snack

2. Rin knew almost exactly what was happening in the barn. From: Love and Death in the Barn, Followed by Drinks.

3. Astarion had never seen Rin so mad, yet. From: Crime is Always More Fun with a Friend.

4. Rin was no idiot. Mostly. From: A Cackle of Gnolls.

5. Astarion had not considered that the Risen Road would be so uphill. From: A Kraken on the Road.

6. The stupid chicken finally died. From: Sharp Eyes and Sharper Teeth.

7. Astarion listened to Rin’s heart. From: In the Black Water.

8. With a horrible grinding clank, the safe opened. From: Good and Trusting Friends.

9. All day long, he caught her sneaking looks at him, when he was sneaking looks at her. From: After the Fall.

10. The night is a disaster. From: Pale Petras.

Gentle tags for @echoechowhiskey, @missfortunetherogue, @hellethil

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*The city watch restraining Astarion*

Me: *the 3 emotions of davenswitcher*

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WIP Wednesday (on Thursday)

Thank you @missfortunetherogue for the tag! I finally have something to share 🤗

Compliments

“This is the best nose in all of Faerûn,” she informed him. “Did you know that?”

He pressed his lips together. “I… did not,” he said slowly, the corner of his mouth quirking up despite his best efforts. “You may continue to enlighten me, if you have had other such revelations.”

“Oh, I have,” she assured him, entirely serious.

She climbed over him, settling with a knee on either side of his ribs, bracing one hand beside his head to steady herself as she leaned down. Her other hand came up to cradle his face, thumb brushing lightly over his cheek. Cool. Familiar.

He went very still.

She ran a finger from the edge of his nose to the corner of his mouth. “Here,” she murmured, “the most adorable little lines lie hidden.” She leaned in and kissed him there. “They come out when you smile.”

She moved slightly to place another kiss on his forehead. “Your eyebrows have more personality than most people’s faces.” Her thumb followed an arch, smoothing just beneath it. “This one likes to lift higher than the other.”  She pressed a kiss there, too. “They’re not subtle at all.”

He made a small, affronted noise. Yet his hands settled at her waist.

“You have magic eyes,” she said, looking into them. “Sometimes they’re bright, like glass in the light. And sometimes…” She leaned closer. “Sometimes they’re dark, like wine.” Her thumb brushed beneath one eye, and she softly kissed the outer corner.

“And your hair,” she went on, slipping her fingers into it. “Do you know how soft it is?”

“I have an inkling,” he murmured.

“And do you know the light sometimes makes a halo of it?” She drew her whole hand through the curls, making a mess of them. “Do you know, in the mornings, when it’s wild, it looks like clouds caught in the wind?”

She let her wandering hand drift down the side of his head, finding an ear. “Oh, your beautiful ears,” she whispered, brushing a finger along the top edge.

He shivered beneath her, breath catching slightly.

“They are so straight and sharp,” she breathed, leaning over to kiss the pointed tip. “Like spearheads. Dangerous and eleg –”

Astarion moved before she finished the word.

He surged up, one hand catching her at the waist as the other took hold of her wrist. The sudden shift knocked her off balance, and she let out a small breath as he pushed her back, guiding her down into the mattress in one smooth motion.

In an instant he was over her, braced on either side, pinning her there with a certainty that stole all her words away. His eyes were bright rubies, fixed on hers. He leaned closer, slowly now, until his lips brushed hers.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he whispered against her mouth.

She smiled. “Well, I have some –”

“May I kiss you?”

Gentle tags for @a-tangled-mermaid, @hellethil, @echoechowhiskey

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Hear me out...... what if.... a character got hurt... and another character.... comforted them afterwards.....

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*taking notes*

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Lmao, this is so stupid, but I couldn't get it out of my head

Astarion in this most recent chapter:

😂 He’s just a beacon of emotional health nowadays. Maybe he’ll even send Petras a little something…

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Your OC's Folklore Monster Lineage

Thanks to @litsenn, @cursed-nyxan and @davenswitcher. <3

Take this Quiz to find out yours!

I’d say that in Ombra’s case, we’re pretty much spot on. Astarion should probably be wary of her “cute aggression” moments, because they might turn into actual aggression, full stop. Lol.

Jokes aside, I think the test result does her justice. Especially when it comes to that latent but ever-present fear of herself and what she might do—especially to those she loves.

No pressure tags: @poetsiren, @archduchessgortash, @aristenfromwarsaw, @oonalovesastarionssimpleplan, @irondeficienttav.

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Your OC's Folklore Monster Lineage

Thanks @michanvalentine for the tag!

I could do this one really quickly!

Ohh, how fitting for my game's Tav, lolol! My multi-layered, "monogamous monster" from my fanfic!

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It definitely hits home, especially given her instincts!

No pressure tags: @anacdoce @astarions-world @amoremagnificentbastard @grlmmjow @dramatiquechipmunk @nyx-knox @saucy-scribbler @rosespotions @a-tangled-mermaid @nerdallwritey @litsenn @micnicmabel @vakariansyndrome @shewr1tes4astarion

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Your OC’s Folklore Monster Lineage

Thanks @poetsiren for the tag!

I took the quiz for Myrin and this is what I got:

It makes so much sense! She’s literally a cleric of Bahamut it fits her perfectly! She just wants to be good to everyone all the time and sometimes the pressure weighs on her.

No pressure tags (sorry if you’ve already done it, I’m bad at keeping up with Tumblr): @kashii9652 @litsenn @missfortunetherogue @andromedaancunin @jessiemeows @desperateani @play-me-a-durge @preciouslittle-bhaalbabe @spillingteanotpermitted

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Your OC’s Folklore Monster Lineage

Thanks @astarions-world for the tag! I think this was pretty spot on for Rin 😂

No pressure tags! Sorry if you’ve done it already.

@alwaysmauria @elandra-beltharys @missfortunetherogue

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WIP Wednesday (on any other day than Wednesday, apparently!)

Thanks for the tag @davenswitcher Dies it still count as a WIP if I’ve literally just published it? 😂

In this chapter, our guys are re-setting that handy crystal in the Underdark Selunite temple, as a favour to the spawn now living there..

Facing the temple gates, the massive statue of Selûne rose from the stone with serene, unreachable grace, robes carved in soft flowing lines, hands extended high above her head. Between her palms, carefully replaced, sat the crystal that had once guarded the entrance to this temple.

No signs remained of the damage Astarion’s bolt had done – not a single crack or imperfection marred the smooth stone. Torchlight reached up through the gloom above to catch deep inside its heart, making the pale globe swirl with silver reflections. Dame Aylin had done an amazing job.

Some of the spawn had come to watch. Not very many, she noted. They stood in twos and threes along the edges of the hall, or lingered in the open archways and upper galleries, as though unwilling to step fully into the space. A few had pressed themselves half behind pillars, peering around the stone with wary expressions. Some kept their heads lowered. Others stared openly at the statue towering above them, and the cleric in front of it – their eyes fixed and unblinking. Small red sparks in the shadows.

None of them broke the hushed silence.

Shadowheart finished lighting the bundle of incense she’d placed at the foot of the statue, and stepped back. She was unarmoured, clad only in her plain black leathers, her braid a trail of white down her back.

When she knelt down, clasping her hands in prayer, her face transformed.

Rin had always known her friend as a cleric. One of the faithful. She’d seen her deep in prayer to a darker goddess – desperate, pleading entreaties. Wielding necrotic magic as easily as radiant light. Engulfed in holy fire, wreaking righteous vengeance on their enemies. Bathed in healing blue relief.

But she’d never seen her look quite so peaceful. So much at ease with herself. Rin’s heart squeezed with happiness, at what Shadowheart had managed to reclaim for herself.

Her voice was low and steady, the words old and shaped by ritual. Rin didn’t know the language, but she felt the intent of it passing through the hall like threads of silver. Blessing. Protection. Light. The moon that watches over those who travel in darkness.

Something stirred.

No pressure tags! @missfortunetherogue, @elandra-beltharys

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Happiness

“Hey,” she said, “does that hurt?”

“Hmm?” he looked up from his book, confused.

“Being so beautiful.” She scrunched up her nose in sympathy. “Bet it hurts.”

He huffed a laugh. “What are you talking about, darling?”

“Shh, don’t worry,” she soothed, climbing into his lap. “I’ll kiss it better for you.”

“You are –” he started, but it was too late. She squished his face between her warm hands, planting a kiss on his forehead, then the tip of his nose.

“Hold still,” she instructed between kisses, “so I can do a good job.”

“You are ridiculous,” he said, smiling far too wide to sell it.

Rin hummed against his cheek, entirely unconcerned. “And yet –”

She kissed the line of his jaw.

“– you love me.”

“How dare you use my weaknesses against me,” he murmured, and turned to catch her mouth.