#ace tav

[mistercrowbar]

Crossover comic featuring @fandomantics 's tav, Dom! Ace bards make for the squishiest and cutest little fellas omg just look at them

I've had this in my head for AGES Dom has always seemed more secure and in-the-know about asexuality whereas Aldiirn is on the "there's something wrong with me" side, so who better than Dom to tell Aldiirn, hey your sexuality is a thing, and also people are just that horny on their own, no tadpoles necessary lmao.

[sixpossumsinaclownsuit]

Is there any demi/graysexual tav content for bg3? Especially for Astarion? Because there's a lot more room for romance first, sex later with the other companions but Astarion, by the nature of the character and his history and arc, is very sex-first, romance-later, and in the game theres not a lot of options to romance him without the sex.

I've also seen some takes where some people don't like if you try to avoid sex with astarion at first, but also like. Why compromise our sexuality to meet his? That's kinda sick? I know that's not what that person meant to say but it's kinds,,, what came across (I can't remember the exact post or the op so this isn't a shade thing) but like,,,,

give me more ace/acespec tavs with an astarion that doesnt know anything about attraction outside of sex. Outside of the game, in writing, where we have room to explore that. The angst, the shy affection, the meeting each other halfway. Astarion, at first, frantically trying to adjust his seductive manipulation tactics to work for a tav that isn't interested in sex, but still interested in him. He needs this tav to like him, enough to keep him around and keep him safe, and they seem willing to do that but... in exchange for what? Conversation? Flattery?

An Astarion slowly getting very comfortable with the idea of manipulating and 'seducing' tav while keeping his clothes on. An Astarion feeding into tav's desperate attempts to get to know him by coming up with things about being a magistrate (either under the pretense that they're still a magistrate or in the context that he was a magistrate 200 years ago). An Astarion going along with tav's "ridiculous" or "childish" romantic requests at first only to find himself looking forward to it. The bites that become gentler, the grip on their shoulders becoming soothing rather than desperate. The soft evening ritual of letting him feed and then holding each other after. The panic of realizing shit, this wasn't the plan!

Then the confession. Whether or not you sleep with him now that your relationship has matured (up to you depending on full ace/ace but willing/grayace/demi/sex-repulsed etc, lots of nuance to sexuality so it's bound to vary) and then. His own fully coming to terms that he. Doesn't have to. Ever. Not if he doesn't want to, and while sometimes (the grave scene for example, I think) he does, but also a lot of time where he doesn't.

An acespec tav with an acespec astarion.

[jejuuneart]

whoever reblogged my art and said “ace tav. ace durge.” you get it. let me kiss your forehead

[sharksssm]

Not Broken At All

ace!tav, hurt/comfort, no smut! My Tav is in love with Shadowheart, Gale and Astarion, yes I can fix them all and together we can do anything okay. You could see it sometimes, when you walked through camp, hear it in their voices. Attraction. You weren’t opposed to a romantic relationship with one (or more) of your new acquaintances. No, friends? Companions? Regardless, you felt more and more sick every time you had to turn someone’s advances down, feeling the relationships you were building grow slightly tense in the aftermath.

Lae’zel was first, and Astarion had propositioned you in the goblin camp, that one stung to turn down, your attraction to him was strong. You almost considered just sucking it up so that he wouldn’t look at you the same way the other two did. Disappointed. You had some wine with Shadowheart, looked at the weave with Gale and shared a thought of you two holding hands, and you couldn’t help but scold yourself. Childish. Now you settled down for your rest, where a feeling of anticipation for the journey ahead should be, a feeling of discomfort sits in your stomach instead, rumbling through your mind the more you looked at your companions. Astarion caught your eye over the cover of his book, quirking an eyebrow at you. Your cheeks reddened as you cast your eyes to the ground. “I couldn’t help but notice your eyes on me, darling. I don’t suppose you’ve anything to say?” He wants you to change your mind, to want him like he wants you. “Oh, uh, no Astarion, sorry.” He sighs deeply. “Right, what’s the problem then? No offense darling but you’ve hardly taken the kicked puppy look off that pretty face all day, and surely my offer isn’t so bad you’ve been actually hurt by it.” You shook your head, hands outstretched in a placating manner, not that Astarion sounded particularly upset by any stretch. Although, he rarely did, upset or not. “No, not at all! It’s something personal, an issue for me alone to deal with.” You could feel eyes on you, assessing the situation. It was no secret, the flame you had for Astarion, let alone for some of your other companions, but neither was your rejection of his advances. Lae’zel in particular was not being subtle, eyes glued on the two of you while she sharpened her sword, Gale’s flitting between you and Astarion with barely-disguised interest. Your shoulders slumped. “Since all of you are so interested, how about we all talk about it, and get it open amongst the group.” The palpable lack of eyes on you suddenly made you almost more self-conscious, and Astarion looked almost… annoyed. “Oh yes, let's talk to the whole camp about you rejecting me.” It took maybe 5 minutes to gather everyone, sans Withers and Halsin, around the fire, the sunset light casting a pink-orange hue over the scene. You sighed, hands clasped in your lap, fiddling with the little ring you’d bought from the tiefling child, one to supposedly ‘ward off ants.’ Gale had laughed at you and you’d just blushed, remembering how it felt to search for any money you could as a kid. It gave you something to play with now, at least, so it was useful in the end. “Look, everyone… I'd like be honest with you all, as many of you have been with me.” A murmur of agreeance went around the group, their attention focused. “You’ve all – literally all of you – flirted with me at some point in this journey.” Suddenly, eyes on each other, narrowed and wide alike. Shock, suspicion, and jealousy ran abound, but still, nobody said a word, waiting for you. Why am I the leader here?

“And look, I truly take no issue with flirting. I enjoy it, most of the time. I just – “ Deep breath. “Ever since I was a child, there’s been something wrong with me. I feel love, so much of it, but when it comes to… well, after, there’s no feeling. I would well and truly fall in love with any of you but I have no feeling, or desire, to have sex.”

The eyes on you blinked, but still no response came, and your stomach dropped into the pit of your stomach. “I know that there’s something broken within me, and of course I don’t expect your understanding at all, in fact I’m sure some of you may feel that I’ve led you on, but truly-“ Your rambling was interrupted by hands on either side of your face. Shadowheart, of all people, knelt in front of you, her hands were glowing blue. “I can’t sense a thing wrong with you, which means it must be natural. It is okay, to not want or crave sex as the rest of us do. I am more than happy to just be in your presence and only do the things you want to do. That will always be enough.” A tear rolled down your face, as she kissed your nose, and moved to make room for Gale, who took your hand in his, gently squeezing. “You are not broken, nor are you the only one who feels this way. In fact, I know someone quite the same, back in Waterdeep. I can assure you that anyone who gets to know you will be more than charmed enough to overlook it, and if they cannot, then they don’t deserve you at all.”

You offered him a watery smile, squeezing his hand. “I don’t expect all of you to understand, but thank you, at least, for hearing me out. I might take a walk.” You let go of Gale’s hand, smiling at Shadowheart and walked past a silent Astarion and a pensive-looking Lae’zel. You truly didn’t want to think about what the rest of your companions thought about your feelings, you had enough thoughts of your own to contend with as you walked into the forested area behind your camp. Your whole life – childhood, your teenage years, you’d never met anyone like you, let alone anyone who accepted it so wholly. And here were two people who both accepted you and assured you that you were not alone.

You were so lost in thought you’re surprised you even heard a crunch of soil behind you. You spun, drawing your dagger, relaxing fully when you spotted Astarion. “Snapping twigs on purpose are you?” He smiled, walking towards you. “Well darling, I need to give you enough notice to get away from that dagger of yours in time.” You smiled weakly, sheathing it away and wrapping your arms around yourself. “Astarion, you don’t need to-“ “I need to apologise actually.” You looked up at him, red eyes meeting your own. “I asked you for sex, and when you said no I viewed it as a challenge, not a firm answer. That’s… not okay.” He appeared almost pained, and you reached out for his arm on instinct. “Astarion, you aren’t the first and you won’t be the last.” His eyes met yours, steeled and angry. “Your body and feelings are yours, nobody should ever try to take that choice, that truth, away from you.” You thought about what Astarion had told you previously, about Cazador and his treatment of Astarion. “Nobody should have taken it away from you either Astarion.” He took a step back, and a deep breath through his nose as his eyes closed, opening them again with a determined, but soft look in his eyes. “I know. Thank you. But let’s not distract from what I came here to tell you, which is that you are not broken, at all.” You were sure he could hear your heart beat faster at his words, perhaps even smell the blood flush your cheeks. He sighed, a heavy, deep sigh, of someone afraid of what might happen next.” “I also wanted to tell you that you were wrong.” Your heart felt like it stopped in your chest. “About?” “Do you remember when I was trying to honey you with words, how you laughed and said I was lying when I said ‘I love you?’ Well, I think I do. Or, well, I’m starting to.” Oh. Your mouth opened uselessly, and Astarion kept talking. “I had this nice, simple plan. Seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me. It was easy – instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in. All you had to do was fall for it. But you wouldn’t sleep with me. I tried everything – a knee between your legs as I fed, slight touches, outright asking. And even though I didn’t get anywhere with my seduction – I failed the other part of my plan, the part where I didn’t fall for you. Your mouth was dry, and you licked your lips, eyes on the ground, watching an ant scurry away from you. Damned ring, maybe it was magic. “You… you’re incredible.” His hand found your cheek, your face angled back towards him. “You deserve something real. I want us to be something real.”

A tear fell from your eye. You had no right to be hurt, you knew this was how he was trained – a training he was trying his hardest to break. But you’d let yourself fall for him, let yourself let someone into this closely guarded place within you. “Were you ever attracted to me, really? Or was it all just to try and bed me.” He looked almost shocked, throwing his hands out towards your body. “Of course I was attracted to you! I mean, look at you for goodness sake! You’re a vision.” He took your hand in his then, looking into your eyes, as if willing you to believe him to take his honestly at face value and not question him. “And you’re so much more than that. I just… don’t know what to think. I don’t know what I want.” You enveloped his hands in yours, stepping closer as he spilled more of his truth to you. “Gods, I don’t even know what ‘real’ looks like. Not after two hundred years playing the rake. Being close to someone, any kind of intimacy, was something I performed, a lure to bring people back to him. The idea of sex – it feels tainted. It brings up all these feelings of disgust, and loathing. I just – I don’t know how else to be with someone.” He put his chin up, addressing his next words to the empty space behind your head. “No matter how much I’d like to.” You’d seen him do this before, of course. Addressing the space behind you, steeling himself for disappointment, for rejection. “Astarion…” you murmured, running your hand down his arm, reminding him you’re still here, present. “I care about you, deeply.” His eyes shot back to yours, wide and hopeful. “Really?” You mulled your options here over in your mind, before stepping forward and wrapping your arms around him. He said he didn’t know how else to be with someone, and this was the only way you could be with someone. It took him a moment, but eventually you felt his face in your shoulder, his arms returning your embrace. You stood like that for a few moments, simply enjoying each other’s arms, before you stepped back, his face looking at your longingly. You could hug him every day for the rest of your lives and it wouldn’t be enough. “You.. you’re full of surprises, aren’t you? Honestly I have no idea what we’re doing – or what comes next.” The smile on his face lit the darkness around you up, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “But this,” he took your hand in his, “this is nice.”

You basked in this moment as long as you could, playfully chatting and holding hands, even hugging him again, but eventually, your tired eyes betrayed you, and Astarion insisted you needed rest, tugging you back to camp. You trekked back, cautiously optimistic. For now, Astarion was yours, okay with your sexlessness, okay with your love for him being only emotional and physical in all the ways excluding sex. Maybe after you killed Cazador, Astarion would change his mind, and seek out a partner who could provide him with everything he could ever want, a true romance. But a fire you thought snuffed out long ago burnt dimly inside you, a hope. You could be enough, as you are, enough for him to love you like you loved him, to stay with you and be happy and content without sex. You closed your eyes, the ground much more flat and without gnarled roots to trip your feet, and your love’s hand for guidance. You let yourself believe.

BONUS: Wyll: "I didn't mention it earlier, surrounded by your loves and all, but you are whole, love for sex and other festivities or none at all. You're not broken, or wrong, you just have an appetite for a different kind of love. I admire your bravery, my friend." Lae'zel: While my people sate our appetites freely, there are many among us who may choose not to partake. They are still just as strong in battle, as are you. Karlach: Soldier, I couldn't care less about something like that! Hell, you could tell me you exclusively fuck bugbears and I'd still love you! Well, actually, maybe not that, but you get the idea! Ugh, I just want to hug you forever. *proceeds to try and do so*

[sklaytonfun]

I was trying to record my Tav playing her lute in a moment of vulnerability, only for Shadowheart to run up and shout "Encore!"

[wyrmskulls]

more fanfic ideas that may never be written lol

inspired by real life, and game release times when the whole crew was horny for tav nom stopped:

Ace tav (honestly scared to tell anyone they are ace might not have the words) constantly rebuffing offers. laezel and astarion are pretty overt so Tav turns to gal pal shadowheart, only to find her too angling for a kiss, tries to talk to wyll and he is a gentleman but is for sure doing some 'nice guy' stuff. talks to gale, he only isn't cause he shares that his orb might blow them up... karlach now the last hold out, only to find she is similar can't touch but wants to. Tav feels super alone, why does no one want to be friends? crew starts doing dumb shit to become #1, causing near fatal accidents in battle. Tav does start to lean on gale and karlach as the 'couldn't' crew just to feel normal and stay afloat, but that favoritism causes issues. (important that no one makes Tav feel unsafe, just pressured, and Tav isn't great at expressing that, or at saying No, something the companions would 100% respect) loops around to astarion and leazel again, at least they seem to only want sex and not more.... Tav truly considered just doing that to end the tentions in camp.

then halsin joins the crew and also comes on strong but notices how badly Tav just needs an ear and a friend. while he does flirt, he also cuts it off and lays out his priorities. He already knows the burden leadership can cause and offers just that, an ear. Tav is suspicious at first, but does finally talk to halsin about all the worries and issues they face the logistics of it all, and he is helpful, honest, kind. there's a moment where FOR SURE one of the others might have tried for a kiss or a peck or to 'get away' with Tav but he doesn't and Tav relaxes. they grow close. Tav finally tells halsin they don't feel that way about anyone, they never had... and halsin reassures them that is ok. that they can do as much or a little as they like with a partner. (maybe something cute to hint that they aren't aromatic)

meanwhile camp is in an uproar they start talking to each other, how could this new person just come in a scoop Tav up? this opens new dialog, while comparing notes the Companions start to put together how pushy they've been, how isolated Tavs become, and how selfish they've been. someone at somepoint says 'maybe tav likes the attention, all these suitors fawning over them.' some one else pipes in (karlach) 'maybe they like all of us! I mean if they were really uncomfortable they could just say so' silence 'they know they could just turn us down right?' silence. they all cool thier jets, start talking to each other and halsin about normal stuff fun stuff, Tav over hears and spirals a bit. now everyone is friendly but only with each other?? what had they done?

that's all I got so far.