Focus: Astarion x Female reader in a starting relationship.
Tags: #astarion #astarionxreader #bg3 #bg3fanfic #astarionfanfic
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I'm really nervous to share my first post here. I'll upload one of my shorter one-shots. I hope you like it!
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The fire crackled softly in the campfire, casting a warm glow. Most people were sleeping already, however, you and Astarion were still awake. You sat close to the fire, your (H/C) hair flowing over your shoulders as you glanced at Astarion. He stood a few feet away, his sharp eyes watching you. There was a glimmer of mischief in his expression, the kind that always made your heart race.
"You've been staring at me for a while now," You said after some time.
Astarion stepped forward, his movements deliberate and fluid, like a predator approaching its prey. After all your two have been through, Astarion still couldn't fully process how you fell for him. And surprisingly enough he fell for you too. Slowly, very slowly, he started to believe you saw more in him than just sex. And watching you was one of his favorite hobby's lately.
“Can you blame me?” he mumbled once he got close to you, his voice low. “You’re positively intoxicating.”
He knelt before you, his hands resting on your knees. “May I?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, exposing his fangs just enough to hint at his intentions.
You felt butterflies in your stomach and a familiar warmth flooded your cheeks, and you nodded, your breath catching as you whispered, “Go ahead.”
His lips curled into a sly smile as he leaned in, his breath tickling over your neck. He placed a gentle kiss on your pulse, then another, and then his fangs sank into your skin with a sharp, electric sting. The sensation made you gasp, your fingers instinctively clutching his shirt. However, as always the pain quickly melted into a mix of pleasure and intimacy.
Gods, his feeding was always more sensual than you anticipated.
When he pulled back, his lips were stained with your blood, and his eyes glowed faintly. He pressed a lingering kiss to the bite marks, his tongue darting out to soothe it and seal the wound. “Delicious,” he murmured, his voice sounding satisfied.
You wanted to say so much to him. That you loved him, that you appreciated how gentle he is. But before you could respond, his hands slid to your waist. He shove your tunic over your head, his touch reverent as his lips followed, leaving a trail of kisses across your collarbone, your shoulders, your stomach. You shivered under his touch, your skin tickling with his breath and ocassionaly his fangs scraping your skin softly.
But... you knew him longer than today. He was still learning.
“Astarion,” you breathed, your voice unsteady as his kisses grew more bold.
“Yes, my love?” he replied, his lips curving into a smirk against your skin as they never left your skin. He looked up with his crimson red eyes you adored so much. With him, you enjoyed intimacy more than you ever expected. But as much as you were learning to enjoy it, he needed to learn love wasn't a transaction. So you cupped his face, lifting his gaze to meet yours. “Stop.”
Astarion froze, his brow furrowing in confusion. Of course he would listen to you. But the old demons in his mind... they got very loud when moment like this happened. Was he not good enough? Shouldn't he give her something in return? “Stop?” he repeated, his voice almost disbelieving. “But... don’t you want..?”
“I do,” you interrupted gently, your thumb brushing over his cheek. “But I don’t need it. You don’t have to prove anything to me, Astarion. Not with this. Not with anything. And...” you smiled, "you most certainly don't have to 'pay me back' after feeding on me. You know I gladly do so"
Astarion needed some time to process this. Even though they already had this conversation plenty of times, it was still hard to believe. His hands trembled slightly as he held you, his usual confidence faltering. “I’m not... proving anything,” he said, though the words sounded hollow, even to him. You smiled softly, your gaze holding his with a quiet intensity. “You are,” you whispered. “I can see it. But you don’t have to. I love you for you. Not for what you think you have to do or give me.” you purred. "And I'm going to repeat that over and over again until you believe me. Even if it takes years"
Astarion swallowed hard, the weight of your words sinking in. Vulnerability was not something he wore easily, but your unwavering gaze made it impossible to hide. He rested his forehead against yours, his voice barely a whisper. “I'm sorry. I don’t know how to do this... to just be.”
“You’re already doing it,” you reassured him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Just stay with me. That’s all I need.”
He sighed, his body relaxing against yours. For a moment, he simply held you, the tension in his body easing. When he finally pulled back, his smile was softer, more genuine. “You really are making me crazy, you know.”
“And you really are lovable,” you said, pressing a kiss on his forehead. Astarion rolled his eyes in respond, but his look was unguarded. “Perhaps I’ll have to take your word for it.”
“Perhaps you will,” you said with a grin, your fingers threading through his hair. His eyes closed for a moment when you did so. It was nice to see him relax in the small touches.
However, after some time he opened his eyes again and he pulled you close as you sank onto the bedscroll. For the rest of the night, the silence between you wasn’t filled with unspoken fears or expectations... just with peace.
