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𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔞𝔯𝔡 - (Posted in order chronologically)
An Evening to Ourselves (18+): When Astarion propositions you for the first time, you're anything but excited. // AO3
“I, uh-” It was too much. The look on his face was too intense. You felt too exposed despite the layers of armor currently clad to your body.
“I’m scared,” you admitted quietly.
“Don’t be,” he whispered, leaning in and kissing you on the cheek. “I’ll be gentle.”
Just to Ruin Me (18+): The morning after you spend the night with Astarion, you learn another thing or two. // AO3
“You don’t have to tell me any of this right now,” you said. “A lot has changed in the past few hours and there’s no rush in sharing these things with me. I know how hard it was to talk about your past the first time.”
“It was necessary, though,” Astarion looked over at you, his expression determined. “You needed to know what we might be up against. And you might need to know this too.”
“If you want to tell me, then I’m happy to listen, but please don’t force yourself for my sake.”
Astarion released a puff of air from his nose. “You keep doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Asking me what I want. Letting me choose.”
Cheeks All Flushed (18+): It's time for the Tielfing party! Antics ensue. // Part 1 // Part 2 // AO3
You looked at him thoughtfully. “Hang on, weren’t you and Karlach trying to get drunk?”
Astarion giggled stupidly. “Yes.”
You snorted. “How’d that go?”
“Fine,” he sighed. “Takes me a lot longer to get drunk. What with the dead liver and all.”
You furrowed your brow. “Wouldn’t lacking a working liver make you drunk immediately?”
Astarion whined, “I don’t know, but Karlach is completely inebriated and I only have a buzz I can already feel fading.”
Perfect Every Time (18+): Before your party travels into the Underdark, you and Astarion catch one last sunrise together. // AO3
You got up and joined him in the ankle deep water. “Do you want to try right now?”
Astarion thought for a moment and clicked his tongue. “I have a better idea, actually.” He gave you a sideways look, his lips quirking up slightly.
“What?” you matched his smile.
Rather than answering, Astarion reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
You furrowed your brow. “Looks an awful lot like you’re preparing to swim.”
He started fiddling with the clasps on his pants and groaned in your direction. “Swimming is not the only thing one can do while submerged in water, dearest.” He gave you a sensual smile that sent heat to your cheeks.
Worth the Peril (18+): Upon arriving in the Underdark, you go down in a battle, leaving Astarion to pick up the pieces. // AO3
In another life, Astarion would have made a decent barbarian.
Despite Karlach’s cheerful demeanor, for the most part, barbarians were known to be violent, brutal, and cruel. All things that Astarion could easily tap into if the situation called for it.
And right now, he was entering a rage.
About to Strike (18+): The gang finally makes their way into the Shadow Cursed Lands. // Part 1 // Part 2 // AO3
Before Astarion could protest more, you took a sip of the drink.
He gasped. “Darling, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Building trust,” you said, smiling at Jaheira.
Her features echoed your own and she took a sip as well.
“Ah, what the hells,” Karlach said. “Bottoms up!” She downed her own goblet.
“You’re all idiots and I hope you die,” Astarion crossed his arms.
Three Little Words (18+): Astarion accidentally says something nice, then acts like an idiot for the rest of the day. // AO3
“Well, this has been lovely,” Astarion said, making his way to the door leading back into the inn proper. “Anything else we should know before we head off to save the day?” He was already halfway out the door, not bothering to wait for an answer, clearly trying to make a stealthy exit.
You eyed Halsin, who nodded and retrieved the rogue by his arm before he could leave, closing the door behind both of them for good measure.
“Let me go, you humongous imbecile!” Astarion pounded his free arm against Halsin’s chest before Halsin released him and refused to let him move a muscle towards the door. Astarion huffed and crossed his arms, turning his nose up at the rest of you.
“Is he okay?” Isobel asked.
“This is relatively normal behavior from him, actually,” Karlach said.
I Want to Live (18+): Raphael asks you and Astarion for a favor, which leads to an important conversation. // AO3
He murmured something against your lips.
You pushed lightly against his chest, laughing. “What?”
“I want to live,” he repeated, seemingly out of breath.
“Of course you want to live, you’re alive,” you smiled up at him, running a hand through his hair. “In all the ways that matter, I mean.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him, clearly trying to be suggestive.
He rolled his eyes. “No, you insufferable woman, I’m referring to something Shadowheart said.”
This Isn't Funny (18+): You've been acting weird since arriving in Rivington... and Astarion is going to get to the bottom of it. // Part 1 // Part 2 // AO3
Astarion looked at you, clapping his hands to try and lift your spirits. “Oh good, puns! Because clowns aren’t enough of a horror already.”
“I’ll say,” you agreed.
“No, love,” he turned to face you, “you’re supposed to disagree with me! You love terrible jokes!”
“Like hells I do,” you scowled, crossing your arms. “Jokes are supposed to make you laugh.”
“Jokes like these usually do,” Karlach agreed.
“Guess I’m just not in the mood today,” you shrugged.
Karlach exchanged a look with Astarion as if to say, “what’s with her?” Astarion made a face in return, wordlessly responding, “that’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
More to come!
𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔠 - (One Shots)
Don't! Cross! This! Line! With Your Hand. (Mature): Astarion asks for help with reading the scars on his back. You give him a hard time in the process. // Crack fic based on this scene from Night at the Museum 2: Battle of the Smithsonian // AO3
“I’ll tell you what, they didn’t call me ‘Astarion the Trustworthy’ for nothing.” He made to hand you the instrument, then snatched it back just as quickly. “They DIDN’T call me ‘Astarion the Trustworthy,’ they called me ‘Astarion the BLOODTHIRSTY, who KILLS whoever doesn’t give Astarion exactly what he wants in the moment that he wants it! Which is RIGHT NOW when I had better get my back read out to me!’”
You looked at him with wide eyes, trying and nearly failing to withhold a laugh. He was trying to play this game with you. He really was. But you could see how desperately he wanted answers, too.
Astarion, in turn, puffed his chest out as if trying to stand his ground.
Just a little longer with the teasing, then you’d help him.
“That’s what they called you?” you asked.
Astarion looked up as if trying to grasp what exactly he should say next. “It was… shorter in Elvish.”
Plastic Fangs and Oversized Capes (18+): Astarion helps you with passing out candy to Trick or Treaters. // AO3
“Astarion!” you exclaimed, joy gleaming in your eyes. “You have to see this!”
Moving to the side, you allowed Astarion to see the smallest child’s costume. The boy’s hair was slicked back, his face painted an almost purple shade of white. He wore a little black suit with red and white trim and a cape that dragged behind him.
Astarion narrowed his eyes, trying to decipher this costume. A ghoul? A ghost of some famous Baldurian from long before Astarion’s time?
“Very… nice?” Astarion said, clearly looking for some help.
You rolled your eyes playfully and turned towards the child. “Show me your teeth again,” you said, pulling your lips back into a playful snarl.
The child nodded and mimicked the shape of your mouth.
Were those…. Fangs?
ℜ𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔰 - (Ask box is open!)
Awfully Fond of You 🪴 (18+): Instead of sleeping with Astarion on the night of the tiefling party, you ask to bathe him instead. // AO3
You gathered the bucket that was still floating nearby and submerged it until it was filled about halfway with water.
“You can either dunk yourself, or I can pour this over your head,” you held the bucket out for Astarion to see.
“I’m actually quite enjoying you taking care of me, darling. I trust you won’t drown me.”
“A mistake,” you said, pretending to dump the bucket over his head all at once. “Can vampires even drown? It’s not like you need to breathe.”
“I’d rather not find out, if it’s all the same to you,” he smirked.
𝔄𝔯𝔱 - (Please feel free to draw scenes from my fics! Just tag me!)
xxnashiraxx:
- Birdie (my Tav!)
- Birdie 2.0
sthormii:
- Mine (from About to Strike)/Fangs (from Just to Ruin Me)
- Foresight (from Awfully Fond of You)
ollieneedsamilkshake:
- In Another Life (from Worth the Peril)
- Brace Yourself (From Perfect Every Time)
- Pain (from Worth the Peril)
- I'm Okay/You're Okay (from I Want to Live)
bluecatdraws (thegreatbluecat72)
- Birdie sketches
- Birdie sketches 2.0
krissmiss21
- Comic WIP (from Three Little Words)
tadpole-apocolypse
- Birdie Request
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