Juniper & Starlight: An Astarion x Dark Urge Fic
Between the nightmares, prophetic visions, and violent hallucinations, June is losing grip on reality, but she has enough awareness to know that Astarion's flirtation is part of some sort of con. He barely even likes her, after all. When she decides to call his bluff and play along, thinking he'll back down, she's surprised to discover that she and the vampire have more in common than either could have anticipated. And his touch might be the only thing that can keep her sane.
(art by @/redraccoonart)
pairing: Astarion x f!durge (June)/OC rating: Explicit genres: romance, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, some horror elements, game retelling current chapters: 33/?
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PREVIEW (snippet from chapter 8)
âLetâs get comfortable, shall we?âÂ
Scratch growls again, moving to stand protectively in front of June before Astariion can shift closer to her.
âItâs all right, boy,â June assures the dog, reaching out to give him a pet. âHe ainât gonna hurt me. Not real bad, at least.â Scratch whines and leans into her hand as she pets his ears. âGo on, now. Go check on the others.â
Scratch looks between June and Astarion for a moment before giving one final growl in Astarionâs direction and then bounding off toward the fire and the circle of sleeping party members.
Astarion watches the dog go with clear fascination. âThe mutt has taken a liking to you rather quickly, hasnât he?â He turns to look at June again, a flirtatious smile curling his lips. âThough, who could blame him? You are a captivating creature.â
âCaptivating?â she repeats. âReally? Thatâs the word youâre gonna use for why a dog might like me?â
âItâs the word Iâll use for why I like you.â
June doesnât have the energy to call his bluff tonight. Instead she just sighs and asks, âSo how do we do this?â
âYou lie back,â he says, his voice a low purr as he shifts closer to her. âAnd let me take care of the rest.â
June resists the urge to roll her eyes as she unfolds her legs and lays down on the bedroll. She wills the tension from her muscles as Astarion moves to hover over her, crawling up her body until his face is only a few inches above hers. One of his hands moves her curls away from her neck before sliding beneath her head and cradling it gingerly.Â
âJust relax,â he whispers. But June canât help feeling like heâs talking to himself, not to her, when he says this.
This thought is quickly chased away by the sudden, icy pierce of fangs in her neck. June gasps and her back arches, but this only serves to press herself closer to Astarion. The pain fades soon enough, overwhelmed by a rush of adrenaline. Juneâs heart races, her body trembles. She finds herself clinging to him in an effort to hold herself still, one hand in his hair and the other on his beck, clenched in the soft fabric of his shirt.Â
Astarionâs chest rumbles against hers as he makes a noise of intense satisfaction into her neck. His knee pushes between her thighs as it presses down into the bedroll, and the hand beneath her head tightens in her hair. His other hand rests on her ribs before it begins to make slow, soothing caresses along her torso.Â
Juneâs breathing becomes deep and steady and the trembling eases as she begins to relax against him. This is the first time sheâs been touched since waking up in that pod. She hadnât realized how starved she was for physical contact - for tenderness - until now.Â
Itâs so much more than that, though. She can feel her blood flowing into him. Itâs a connection unlike any she could have imagined. She doesnât know when the last time she had sex was - or with whom - but she canât imagine it compared to this sort of intensity. This intimacy . This is what it feels like to become a part of another person. This is what it feels like to sustain someone.Â
This is what it feels like to be consumed.Â
Her heart rate slows and her vision begins to swim. Itâs a pleasant sort of delirium as her consciousness begins to ebb away. Astarion keeps drinking. The hand on her side moves so that his arm slides under her back, pulling her even closer. June has the distant realization that he is as lost in this as she is. He isnât going to stop.
Does she want him to?
After all of the visions of gruesome acts and urges to kill, she canât help but wonder what it feels like to be the victim. And with what happened to Alfira, June thinks she probably deserves to die. For the sake of everyone around her
And if this is what dying feels like, itâs not so bad.










