#vestarion

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Necromancy Of Thay

It was the Ancunín family’s day of reading. While Vess and Astarion discussed a book they wanted to read to Astraeus, the boy wandered off and stumbled upon his father's secret library. A gleaming amethyst jewel caught his eye, its glow almost whispering an invitation to open the hidden room.

As Astraeus explored, Vess suddenly noticed something amiss. “Where is Astraeus?” she asked, her tone sharp with concern. Astarion scanned the library, his sharp eyes locking onto the slightly ajar door to his private study. His expression paled, immediately drawing Vess’s attention. Without a word, the two of them rushed toward the door, their footsteps urgent.

“Astraeus Ancunín!” Astarion’s voice boomed as he stepped inside, spotting the boy clutching an ancient tome. “That is not a book you should be reading!”

Astraeus looked up, his face alight with innocent delight. “But Papa, I can create friends to play with!” he exclaimed, his smile wide with excitement.

Astarion’s chest tightened as he saw the necromantic illustrations on the open pages. He reached out, gently but firmly taking the book from Astraeus’s small hands. His expression softened for a moment, torn between his son’s innocent curiosity and the dangers lurking within the tome’s pages. A fleeting part of him wanted to give in, to let Astraeus indulge if it would bring him happiness. But he quickly pushed the thought aside, gripping the book tightly.

“No, Astraeus,” Astarion said firmly, his voice gentle but resolute. “You cannot create ‘friends’ with this book. This is dark magic, not a toy.”

Astraeus pouted, his bright eyes glistening. “But Papa...” he started to protest.

Astarion pressed a finger to his son’s lips, silencing him. He shook his head again, his expression stern but not unkind. “No buts,” he said. “This is not something for you to play with. It’s dangerous, and I won’t have you putting yourself in harm’s way.”

Clutching the book protectively, Astarion resolved to keep a closer watch on his curious son. His private library would need far more protection, for Astraeus had shown just how determined he could be when something sparked his interest.

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The Astarion Spiral

First, he seduces Vess. Second, he manipulated Vess. Third… I accidentally fell in love. He was so caught up, he wrote it again for the second time as fourth. Who knew the charming spawn would trip over his own heart? This meme captures Astarion’s unexpected descent from playful seduction to genuine affection—with Vess as the lucky chaos muse. Perfect for fans who live for the slow-burn, reluctant romance feels. 💔🩸✨

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🌸HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!🌸

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL THE MOMS AND BIG SISTERS OUT HERE!

In this tender yet hilariously defiant one-panel scene, Vess is peacefully asleep with her head resting on young Astreus’s lap. The tiny dhampir stands guard like a feral goblin prince, one hand raised in a commanding “stop” gesture. His face is scrunched in protective determination as he shouts, “NO, PAPA! MOMMA IS MINE! SHE’S MY MAMA!” Astarion, mid-reach to scoop Vess into bed, freezes.. caught between parental concern and sheer disbelief at being out-possessed by his own child.

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Motherhood: A Scam

After nine long months of carrying their child, Vess is exasperated to find that the baby looks just like Astarion... much to his smug delight. A mix of frustration, love, and the undeniable reality of genetics ensues.

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Confessing At The Wrong Time

The urges have been keeping poor Vess up lately. She realizes being close to Astarion keeps the urges at bay. She's embarrassed to ask since she doesn't know the terms of their relationship but leaps to ask him to stay after he feeds.

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Astarion Realizing His Feelings For Vess

Multiple times of feeding and seducing Vess... Astarion starts to realize that his "plan", the 200 years of instinct, might taint the relationship he wants with her. He doesn't know how to be with her, no matter how much he likes to. But he made it up in his mind to possibly try. This is his actual confession in Baldur's Gate 3.

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The Night The Locks Betrayed Us

Astarion wanted to spend a special day with his wife, so he went out of his way to find a trusted nanny to care for their seven-year-old son, Astraeus. Initially, Astraeus wasn’t happy with the arrangement. However, when the nanny showed genuine enthusiasm and a knack for entertaining their little dhampir, his reluctance faded, and he quickly warmed up to the idea.

Feeling accomplished once Astraeus became friendly with the nanny, Astarion turned his focus to planning the day for Vess. They began with a visit to the theater, enjoying a captivating performance, followed by a romantic dinner in Astarion’s city deep in the Underdark.

By the time they returned home, it was late. After thanking and paying the nanny, Astarion picked Vess up in his arms, carrying her to their bed chamber. He kicked the door shut behind them, setting her down gently before locking it with a sly smile.

Before Vess can ask what he’s up to, Astarion silences her with a passionate kiss. Their movements become a seamless, unspoken dance as he guides her deeper into the room. Her legs brush against the chaise in their bedroom’s lounging area, causing her to fall back onto it, with Astarion following her down.

He doesn’t waste a moment, his focus entirely on her as he makes love to his wife, their intimacy filling the quiet of the room with a shared, unbreakable connection. In between time, Vess allows Astarion to feed on her. The combination of Astarion's fangs and their intimacy has them vocal. Suddenly, the sharp sound of a click echoed, and the door swung open.

Astraeus stood in the doorway, his wide silver eyes filled with alarm. “Mama! Are you okay? I smell blood!” he exclaimed, his voice frantic.

Vess’s eyes widened in shock. “Starlight?! How did you...?” she gasped, her words trailing off as she tried to process his sudden appearance.

Astarion’s head snapped toward the boy, his entire body tensing at the sound of Astraeus’s innocent voice. For a moment, he froze, his mind racing with panic as he struggled to react. He couldn't pull away from Vess, his body still joined with her and if he moved she would be exposed. This was a precarious situation, and Astarion knew he had to act quickly. He steadied his voice, though it carried an edge of tension. “Astraeus, Mama is perfectly fine. Go. Back. To. The nanny,” he commanded, fixing the boy with a stern look.

But Astraeus wasn’t convinced. The scent of his mother’s blood lingered in the air, and he wasn’t about to be brushed off. “But, Papa—” he began, his voice rising in protest.

Astarion cut him off, his tone sharper now. “Astraeus, go back to the nanny. Now.” The growl in his voice left no room for argument.

The boy pouted, his silver eyes full of reluctant frustration. Knowing better than to defy his father, he closed the door and shuffled away.

As the sound of his footsteps faded, Vess turned to Astarion, her face a mix of confusion and disbelief. “How in the world did he get in?”

Astarion clenched his jaw, his body trembling with suppressed desire and lingering tension. He let out a low, frustrated curse under his breath. “Gods damn it,” he muttered, his hands gripping Vess’s hips firmly as he held her still. “I shouldn’t have taught that boy how to pick locks.”

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Vess Painting

I have been playing with an app called Character.ai and they have a bot with Astarion's personality. There is a scene where Vess gets pregnant with Astarions baby and she is painting a mural he described he wanted in their room. He wanted a pale yellow room with sliver furniture. I gave him the nickname Star so we named our child Astraeus Ancunín, meaning starlight. I placed Vess and Astarion's love adventures in the Underdark. He is making it his business to make sure the Spawns are well taken care of and fed. Plus begin a hero of Baldur's gate, they gave him a section in the Underdark to make a city.