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Astarion x Y/N - Chapter 6 - 3.4K WC - NSFW 18+

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 NSFW 18+

Chapter 6 NSFW 18+ (you are here!)

Chapter 7 NSFW 18+

Warnings: Cazador getting his shit absolutely wrecked, inner turmoil, penetrative sex & oral sex NSFW 18+ (no descriptions of genitals, gender neutral), fluff, drug usage (elixir), violence/murder

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You laid in the lush grass atop a hill near camp. Using the owl bear as a pillow, Scratch under one arm, and Grub under the other. Your eyes hazily watched the sunset, the comfort of the animals making you feel warm and happy inside. 

“You shouldn’t sneak up on people you know…” you say aloud.

“How did you know I was there?” Astarion scoffed.

“Maybe you’re not as stealthy as you think.” You smiled, opening your eyes fully to see him. 

Astarion sat next to you, gently going for your hand. The owlbear lowly growled. Astarion snatched his hand back, looking at the owlbear as if it betrayed him. You giggled before slowly sitting up and stretching. You gave each animal their well deserved pets before chucking Scratch’s ball down by the stream where they all ran off to. 

“That oversized snack growled at me.” Astarion said, still in shock. 

“Maybe it’s because you call them ‘an oversized snack.’” You said as you shifted your position so you were lying down but your head was in Astarion’s lap.

“Something’s troubling you my love?” Astarion’s eyebrows were drawn together in concern, his big doe eyes present. He smoothed over the creases of your face, pushing your worries away.

You huffed. Tomorrow is the day you take down Cazador and you worry Astarion will elect to ascend himself. Over the past few weeks running around Rivington and Baldur’s Gate, every time he spoke of Cazador, he spoke of the ritual. He spoke of how he wanted to ascend. You picked at your nails, maybe now is the right time to tell him about you, so he can make a better choice. 

“I think it’s time I tell you the truth.” You said eyes flicking to him before sitting adjacent to him. He immediately went to hold your hands, growing more concerned by your stoic face and distant eyes. 

“Darling whatever it is… it won’t change us.” He spoke softly.

“I’m not sure how to explain it, and you'll probably think I’m insane by the end of it….” You paused, sucking in a breath before letting out a sigh. “I'm not from Toril… I’m from Earth which is pretty similar to Toril. My world is full of technology, it’s run by machines…” Astarion’s eyes watched you intently. 

“In my world… there is a game… and it’s where all of you live… you’re a game character where I’m from. It’s why I know so much about all of you… it’s why I’m so nervous about tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow I’ll finally be free.” Astarion said with a tinge of confusion in his voice.

“Free, yes. But you have a choice to make and that will decide everything.” You gave him a minute to process everything.

“What happens tomorrow? You said you knew about us all so you must know how everything ends.” he asks curiously.

“You will choose to ascend or not….” 

“And once I do?” he said.

“You’ll be free and have power… but you’ll lose yourself. Everything about you that makes you… you… it’ll be gone. You won’t love me, you’ll want to control me. You’ll kill so many people…” you looked anywhere but at him. 

“The spawn? There’s only seven and they aren’t exactly innocent.” he scoffed.

“Not seven… 7000. Children, innocents, fools, the random unlucky… That is what troubles me, Astarion. I love you and I want you to be happy and live a life you can be proud of… and I understand after spending 200 years in the shadows power sounds delicious… but… but you become something… other.” your voice wavered a bit at the end and Astarion didn’t miss it. “But I will leave the decision with you, it is not one I can make for you… just be prepared to live with the outcome of your choice.”

“Thank you for telling me.” Astarion said, sitting in silence with you for what felt like days, “So you’re from another world?” He smiled at you a bit. “Glad to know my charm works across the worlds.” 

You chuckled a bit, the worry still eating at the back of your mind, this wasn’t a game. You can’t simply pick the right dialogue and make him not ascend. This will be his choice, he has to make it alone. And you just have to hope to god he chooses the right thing. You’ll love him regardless. You have to, he has your heart. 

“I have questions…” he started.

“I figured you would… Anything you want to know, I will answer.”

“What is the year where you’re from?” He looked like a child, ready to burst with inquiries. 

“2023,” you smiled at him, “I was born in ____.” 

Astarion’s eyes looked at you with wonder, “Are there more things like your phone in the future?”

“Oh yes, much grander too. Our technology knows no bounds. It is always changing, advancing.” you told him.

“Sounds powerful, helpful even.” he said tracing the lines on your palm.

“It has brought humanity great advances… and great pain.” you said solemnly. 

“What do you do in your realm?” he changed the subject knowing the slight pain in your voice, not wanting to make it worse. 

You laughed, “I’m an… alchemist.” this wasn’t entirely untrue, you worked in the chemistry lab at your university, working to make a substitute for white blood cells which would aid the world immensely. You had only been doing it for a few months before you got sucked into the game.  

“Is that why you chose to be a cleric?” he asked.

“Yes, though the alchemy I practiced was to aid humanity. The alchemy I practice here is… different.” you said, not knowing if those were the right words. 

“Vampires in your world?” he asked.

You giggled. “Maybe once, but for the most part they are fantasy. So is everything else you have here. Dragons, fairies, druids, potions, wizards, devils… all of it. None of it exists in my world, they’re fairy tales.”

“Sounds mundane,” he retorted. “Are people in your world happy?”

“Is anyone truly happy?” you asked, your eyes looked dull. “I… I’m staying here, Astarion. I don’t want to go back. I am happy here, with you. And… that, that’s all I need. It’s all I want. Us, everything else is background noise.” you said kissing the back of his hand, eyes finally looking up to him.

“I… don’t know what to say.” he said.

“I dropped a lot of information on you. I’m from a completely different planet, possibly a different plane of existence… you take all the time you need.” you told him shifting to get up. 

He held your hand and got up himself before slipping something on your finger. The shadowblade ring, his hand adorning the other. “I do know that I want you with me, always. I may not understand your world, perhaps I never will. And you chose quite the damaged artifact to love,” You shook your head at him holding his hand tightly, caressing his face gently. “Whatever comes, we shall face it together. I care for you deeply, I love you, I see you.” 

You knew you were crying like a big sap, but you couldn’t help it. You let out a relieved chuckle, pulling him into a kiss, just as the sun faded away behind the horizon. “I see you too. Together?” you asked him, holding out your pinky. He stared at it not really knowing what it meant. You hooked your finger with his, “Promise, this means promise.” you explained.

He squeezed your pinkie in his, “Promise.” 

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The battle against Cazador was long and brutal. You used everything you had in you, your spirit guardians fighting to give you some sort of reprieve. Cazador’s helpers fought hard and by the end of the fight, everyone was exhausted. 

Astarion ripped Cazador from his coffin, screaming at him. You hung back with everyone, wanting to let Astarion take the lead on this. Astarion held Cazador’s staff, the iridescent red lights swirling about. Astarion had a decision to make. His eyes held fury towards Cazador, he wanted to make him pay. 

“Astarion” your voice rang out, it sounded distant and echoed in his mind. He was lost in a haze of hatred. He could feel the power emanating from the staff. The world was at his fingertips and all he had to do was take it. He came out of his trance when he felt a trembling hand cover his on the staff. Your eyes were puffy, tears brimming but you wouldn’t let them fall. Your voice quivered as your lip trembled.

“Astarion…” you said again with a whimper.

“Darling… the heavens and the earth are ours to take… I want to give you everything… give us everything.”

“I have everything I need…” you said softly, voice still wavering. “I will stand with you between the heavens and the earth but… but you have to stand with me. Please…” you begged him, the tears starting to slip at the very thought of him ascending. You smoothed your thumb over his ring, the one matching yours. The one tying you together.  “I cannot face the world alone, darling please...” you looked into his glowing red eyes. Perhaps he was too far gone.

Astarion shoved you back before planting the staff in front of him, red magic swirled about the room as if it was leaking from every crevice. Astarion twisted the staff. You heard… the gates in the hall open? You whipped your head back to look at Astarion. He was looking down at Cazador, staff discarded on the floor. 

He didn’t ascend. 

You watched him in what felt like slow motion, he stalked towards Cazador, pure resentment on his face. He stabbed and slashed his old master repeatedly. Until he was nearly cut in half. The others looked at Astarion with horror and understanding. He fell to the ground sobbing; finally, you rushed to him. Arms securing themselves around his waist, head resting on his shoulder. He slumped into you, shaking violently. You whispered words of affirmation to him, hoping to calm him. The others left the hall, getting to the spawn to explain the directions to the Underdark. Astarion eventually turned catatonic, it felt as though he wasn’t breathing. You gently pulled away to peer at his face. His eyes were closed, he looked… at peace. You barely touched your fingers to his jaw. His eyes stirred beneath his lids for a moment before opening to reveal his scarlet eyes. His eyes were soft, his face relaxed. He looked so vulnerable like this. 

“Are you ok?” he whispered.

“What? Of course I’m ok, are you ok?” you asked in disbelief. 

“I’m… numb? The weight of everything, it’ll take time to settle in.” you nodded in agreement. “Can we go home?” Astarion asked, searching your eyes.

“Let's go home.” you kissed his forehead. You both stood, pain settled in different parts of your body, reminding you of the battle. 

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You met everyone else out front, everyone looking empathetically to Astarion. You entered the portal and were instantly transported to your little grassy hill. You led Astarion to his tent, both of you sitting on the bedroll. The silence between you was comfortable.

“Thank you.” Astarion said randomly.

“For what?” you asked genuinely. 

“For saving me from… myself. I felt a fraction of that power and it was glorious, but… I also felt no love when I looked at you. I wanted to dominate you, control you - nothing more. It felt wrong. I couldn’t do that to you.” he admitted, feeling disgusted with himself.

“I’m proud of you, ya know. You gave 7000 people a chance at life again.” you said, smiling at him.

“Ever so hopeful.” he chuckled at you. His eyes held the smallest bit of fire in them, but fire for what?

Astarion grabbed your hips and draped you across his lap. You gasped, taken back by the swift action. He softly captured your lips in his, moving slowly. His hands explored you with a feather light touch, getting progressively needier. His hand snuck up your leg, between your thighs.

“May I?” he asked quietly, barely pulling away from your lips.

You nodded, attempting to pull him back to you.

“Words, I need words.” he said leaving kisses on your jaw.

“Yes… please…” you breathed out, already lost in him. 

Astarion put his hand to work, pleasing you with intentional touches. Your head fell back and your eyes rolled. You ran your hands over his chest, trying to feel all of him. You tugged at his pants. His eyes met yours before he hooked his fingers into the soft fabric, pulling it down. Astarion forced your hips down roughly, holding your waist tight with one arm, the other holding your face. You and Astarion moved your small clothes to the side before having him fill you up in the most splendid way. 

“I love you” Astarion whimpered out, his breathing becoming more ragged by the minute.

You rode him slowly, savoring each movement. Astarion pulled your shirt open, going to town on your chest and all the spots he knew made you tick. Astarion picked up the pace, he was desperate and sloppy. You came first with a stifled moan, Astarion soon after with a grunt.

You rolled over to reach inside your supply pack. You handed Astarion the familiar bottle, Elixir of Folly. 

“Oh my, how I’ve corrupted you.” he said with a smirk, resting on his elbow as he opened the bottle. He took a few swigs of it before passing it back to you, the warm numbing feeling overtaking his lips. 

“Hush, we deserve to celebrate.” you smiled while drinking the rest of the potion.

Finally laying down together, you traced the features of his face, “Perfect.” is all you could say.

Astarion smiled at the word. He kissed you again before cuddling into the crook of your neck.

“What do you dream of?” you asked softly, playing with the curly wisps of hair at the nape of Astarion’s neck.

“You.” he mumbled into your neck, you could feel the smile on his face. 

You chuckled before gently tugging at the roots of his hair. He groaned before pulling his head back enough to look into your eyes. 

“Seriously, you’re free. And immortal. Gotta come up with some plans to fill that eternity.” your finger traced down his nose and ghosted over his lips.

Astarion looked off distantly. He was immortal. He hadn’t even considered the fact that he would live forever and you would not. He knew he wanted to turn you. As you said - a life without each other is no life at all. He could help you as a spawn and then you could make your plans to see the world. You just have to agree to a life in the shadows. Astarion didn’t know if he could ask that to you.

You noticed the silence but let it beat on. When Astarion’s hold tightened you spoke up, “What is it?” you said, looking at him with concern. 

“I… I have something incredibly selfish to ask of you…” he said, lacing his fingers through yours.

“Honey you can ask me anything, why do you sound so scared?” you said, face scrunched up. 

“Because it would change everything…” his eyes met yours.

“Oh gods please don’t tell me you want to have a baby…” you looked at him with shock and a bit of caution.

Astarion laughed, a full laugh that made the corners of his eyes crinkle, it calmed your heart. “No darling… vampires rarely conceive anyways.” he sucked in a breath and willed his unbeating heart to calm itself. “I want you to become immortal.” 

Silence. 

“I know it would change you and everything you’ve known. You’d have to live in the shadows. You’d have to drink blood. You’d become undead. It is possibly the most selfish thing I could ask of you and I understand if that is not the path you want for your life… but… the thought of you… not being with me for eternity… it eats away at me and I can’t… I won’t… I just…” 

You pulled him into a tender kiss. Silencing his babbling. You knew the moment you fell for the vampire that your fate would forever be mingled with his. If that meant giving up aging and your days in the sun - it was a small price to pay. 1000 lifetimes, one true love. What more could you ask for?

“Astarion,” you said, your eyes glazed over, the elixir working in your body. Unwinding every muscle, relaxing every joint, quelling every concern, a euphoric pit in your stomach. Astarion watched you with big eyes, bracing himself for the worst. “I will stand with you between the heavens and the earth as long as you stand with me. Forever?” you questioned holding your pinky out to him. He smoothly rolled on top of you so he was straddling your frame. He lent down, sliding his hands into yours and moving them above your head. His lips met yours, “Forever, until the world crumbles around us.” he kissed along your neck. The elixir was amplifying all of your sensations. His kisses felt like fire against you, contrasting against his icy fingers that trailed along the hem of your shirt. Not waiting for him to ask, you pulled your shirt off. 

Astarion traced his lips over any and all available skin, never getting enough of you. He slid his hand up your thigh as you raised it to wrap around his waist.

“Eager little pup?” he said between kisses. “Allow me to show you my gratitude? And what you have to look forward to for eternity." He wore the most sultry, lust filled, down right devilish smirk.

You nodded at him, watching as he descended to plant himself between your legs. His arms hooking around your thighs to keep them open and keep your hips pressed to the bed. The second his mouth was on you, your hands flew to his snowy curls. He knew exactly what made you feel good and yet, he explored you. Trying to find every little thing that made you see stars. Your back arched and Astarion’s grip on you tightened. He loved feeling you writhe beneath him at every little touch. The more you moved the closer you got and Astarion could feel it. He continued his ministrations, adding more pressure. You toppled over the edge, the elixir setting your body alight as you came. He kept on you until you tugged his head back, breathing heavily and trying to regain any semblance of composure. You pulled Astarion to you, capturing him in a deep kiss.

“Was it good?” he asked.

“Pffft… was it good? I think that was the hardest I’ve ever cum in my life.” you laughed, kissing him again before looking at his pants and back to his eyes. 

“No more darling, one is enough for me.” he said, caressing your face, you nodded in understanding. 

“When do you want to turn me?” you asked, basking in the afterglow. 

“When do you want me to?” he asked, this was about you in almost every way. Your comfort and consent was his priority. 

“Tomorrow?” you asked, playing with his hand that found itself tracing the curve of your waist. 

“Tomorrow it is.” he said.

“Will it hurt?” you asked, the smallest bit of apprehension in your voice.

“It isn’t pleasant… it will hurt but only for a few moments. Then you’ll just feel… numb for a bit.” Astarion said, trying to recall how he felt 200 years ago. 

You nodded, figuring it wasn’t all roses and daisies. Anything was to be endured if it meant you had him forever. 

“Sleep now darling, tomorrow we embrace eternity together.” he said, kissing your lips, cheek, and forehead. 

You snuggled further into his chest, legs mingling with his. The elixir pulling you into slumber quickly, “Love you.” was the last thing you whispered out before soft snores came from your lips. 

Astarion traced letters into your shoulder as you slept. A - E - T - E - R - N - A , he paused briefly before continuing his writing, A - M - A - N - T - E - S. He would love you forever, and he hoped to all the gods in a collective prayer, something he hadn't done in a millennium, that you would love him back - just as much - for just as long.

Hey everyone! I hope this chapter is to everyone’s liking, I think this story might be coming to an end :( don’t worry tho! I’ll post other new stuff. Please send requests, I love them! Thank you all for reading Ilysm 💖💖💖💖

He said no pickles!

Another piece from my bud LeiraArt!

Can’t wait to have this signed 😭

100% agree with this, but also, if someone doesn't want to choose that sex scene, why is noone talking about the "let's just stay here for a bit" option???

I feel like it is so underrated, while being also a very intimate moment for them, which is confirmed by Astarion's "that.. that would mean a lot" in a soft, happy voice

Potentially controversial opinion, but astarion’s act 3 romance scene should not have been a sex scene

I wish the post-Araj dialogue wasn't a confession at all. Depending on the dialogue choices you make, with the post Yurgir confession the topic of his autonomy and not wanting to have sex is barely touched, and it feels like the parts of the story arc are missing, but as a confession it makes a lot more sence. Having both dialogues would feel a lot more complete

I know people prefer the post Yurgir confession. It feels more genuine yes. But there is something to be said about this confession. It's not about us, it's about him. He's realising he has full autonomy. He doesn't have to perform or force himself to do things he doesn't want to do anymore. And he's also realising he did the same thing with us. But doesn't want to do that anymore. He does want something real. He does still feel awful about what he did. He still thinks we're incredible, all the sentiments from the other confession are there. But this confession is about him rediscovering himself and what he wants. I think that's very important. I wish we could talk to him about Araj even if we got the other confession already.

Flare makes an offer, Astarion confides in Halsin.

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“Can you be quiet, old bear?” Astarion hissed. “Or do you want her to come downstairs and investigate the noise?”  “You know she’s not ready for that,” Halsin whispered. “But you like the idea, don’t you? Getting to show off in front of her again with me.”  “You’re never going to forgive me for throwing you, are you?” Astarion sat up to pull his shirt off. 

Flare & Astarion from Branded Blood commission by the amazing @g-vlssz! Absolutely in awe!!! ❤️❤️❤️

A year after the fall of the Elderbrain, the vampire tiefling Astarion and his companions learn of a rumored artifact allowing vampires to walk in the sun. Breaking into the vault to steal this invaluable artifact, Astarion finds a woman terrified of devils and their ilk (including, mistakenly, tieflings). Her body has been branded in an infernal curse to make her compliant to the wishes of her future vampiric master. Astarion must convince her to trust him to escape, and perhaps to allow him to fed upon her blood.

Astarion bites Flare

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Flare got up and stumbled to the door, opening it and looking out at the stairs in the dark. She called softly, “Astarion?”  The tiefling materialized from the darkness, running up the steps silently to face her. His red eyes glinted, catching whatever sparse light there was. He looked especially like a devil then, wreathed in shadows and watching her. His chest was bare, and Flare could see protruding bones beneath his clavicles in a slightly narrowing V. He titled his head and the movement caught her attention. He asked, “What’s wrong?”

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“Tell me you want me to kiss you.” She bites back a whimper, trying to turn her face away, but forgets his hands and the sound escapes when he holds her there, eyes fluttering open to stare up at him. “I… don’t…” She struggles to get out, heart slamming into her rib cage. He shakes his head, thumbs circling her skin slowly. “I said no lies,” She gulps, weighing everything as time seems to stop around them.  What he’d said in the windmill still tears at her, but his tenderness at the river… his arms during the dance, his kiss on her forehead… God, everything feels so complicated, twisted in a maze that she can’t navigate. She needs his lips like she needs breathing, every part of her aching to indulge and end her pining, to satisfy the burning desire that takes hold of her thoughts every waking minute. It’s so painful… pretending not to like him, pretending that she doesn’t want to press their mouths together and let him devour her, to end the vicious punishment she keeps putting herself through. It’s like stepping through broken glass, and it’s every bit as shitty as you’d imagine. Yet… if she does, does he even know what it means to her? Does he even want her past satisfying a night of pleasure? If she ignores all her doubts and leans in now, she’ll need to decide if she’s okay with that, and if she’s not… if she wants more… she’ll need to figure out whether or not she wants to stay in Faerun or find a way home. There’s no getting around it. She’s smitten with him, and the thought of returning to Earth without him makes her feel like a hollowed-out shell. But that’s… a whole other can of worms. “I…” She bites her cheek, breathing ragged. His pink ears stir her already fast pulse, and his lips look so perfect and flushed- invitingly soft… She swallows again to lubricate her throat, inhaling sharply as the decision makes itself and she shoves all the rest of it down. “I need you to.”

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wip wednesday

can you all believe I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO POST THIS ON WEDNESDAY???? me either, but here we are 🥹 thank you to @khywren for tagging me, you're the bestttttt ✨

have a little snippet of chapter 7 from to eden, which I might be able to swing posting this weekend?? maybe???? idk but it's coming along and close to being done!

The tightness in her chest doesn’t go away inside the warmth of the Last Light Inn but it loosens the smallest bit in the hustle and bustle of it all, no longer strangling around her insides as a candlelit glow washes over them and the Harpers mill about on all sides. The goblet of wine she hold in her hand doesn’t hurt, either.  Jaheira—the one and only fabled hero of many a tale—looks at her from across the wide table, the strange upwards tick of her lips and carefully blank look in her eyes nothing but suspicious. Rin takes a delicate sniff of the goblet in her hand, smelling a slight medicinal bitterness that doesn’t quite belong swirling amongst the red liquid. “Jaheira, I have to ask. Did you poison my wine?” “This vintage is over a century old. I’m sure a few drops of truth serum won’t affect the taste. Much.” The druid’s smile widens as she regards Rin with an appraising look, eyes narrowing as she waits to see her next move.  “Well, in that case, even more reason to drink.” Rin takes a dainty sip of the burgundy liquid, eyebrows raised pointedly towards the other woman as she swallows down the wine, the taste of it just a touch too bitter as she refrains from grimacing at the acidity. “Have you poisoned many people or am I one of the first? It’s an honor, either way.” She doesn’t see but hears Astarion sputter behind her, face contorted into what she can only imagine as an expression of pure disbelief, positively aghast at her impulsivity as he scoffs. With a shrug, she downs the rest of the goblet, an aggravated noise escaping from Astarion where he stands behind her. “Still better than what the tieflings gave us back at the Grove.”

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There are times he forgets he is free...

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Astarion couldn’t stop the purr from rumbling in his chest. Flare never touched him unless he was a bat. His whole body felt light, floating in bliss from having drunk from her, and so warm! He could feel his face flushed with her blood, feel it throbbing in his cock. She was still naked and curled before him, so utterly delicious. He had licked further along her wrist to her palm when he had stopped drinking, unable to resist tasting more of her. “Why?” Astarion asked breathlessly. 

“I wanted to know if it hurt less than a blade,” Flare replied. 

“Did it?” his voice came out softly. He had heard her from the garden, his name sung from a siren, and flown to the balcony. Her scent had overwhelmed him, driving him mad with temptation. Astarion had done his best to be gentle, but he’d been eager. 

Another snippet? Another snippet.

This is from Chapter 9 of my bg3 isekai fanfic, Indelible Imprints! You can read the full chapter in Ao3 or in the pinned post on my blog!

It's WIP Wednesday and I woke up too early, so here's a lil bit of Chapter 10 of Indelible Imprints! You can read chapters 1-9 on Ao3 or here on on my blog!

Initially I wrote chapters 9 & 10 as one big chapter, but it got away from me and I had to split it. The upside of that is that chapter 10 is mostly finished and should be posted in a few days!

I'll be your mirror. What do you want to know?

Howdy y'all!

Chapter 10 of my bg3 isekai fanfic, Indelible Imprints, is up on Ao3 and the pinned post on my blog for those who prefer reading on Tumblr!

I really love this chapter, and I hope you do too! 💖 As always, comments and reblogs are so SO appreciated, I'm so happy to make friends here and talk with you all!

Here's a longer snippet to entice you!

Content Warning: Possession, forced self-harm, descriptions of violence and blood, and allusions to sexual assault appear in this chapter.

Flare searches for Astarion

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“Wait!” Flare called as Halsin fell back to the ground on all fours. She sang her Speak Animals charm. 

“The house is charmed, you will be safe if you stay inside,” Halsin told her. 

“I know, but please let me go with you,” Flare replied. Halsin nodded his head and then crouched low to the ground as she had seen him do at the school for the children to climb on his back. Flare had still never touched him, knowing that he was safe but unable to get her body to relax. There was more to what had happened last night than sleepwalking, but Halsin would not betray his friend’s trust; if she wanted to understand, she had to see Astarion. Flare marched forward and buried her hands in Halsin’s thick brown pelt, hauling herself up. 

WIP Wednesday on a Thursday

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effy needs to go the fuck to sleep.

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He fears what has been left in him

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“Stealing my spot? Fine, I’ll take the comfy bed!” Astarion dived on the bed to the sound of Flare’s tinkling laugh. She smothered it too quickly for him to properly enjoy. He would have to keep trying. Flare climbed up from the floor, sliding onto the bed hesitantly so Astarion shifted into his bat form. 

“No--” Flare started, biting her lip as she paused to think. “I want you to change back, please?” Astarion shifted back to his tiefling form, his tail and rest of him still on the bed while Flare took a few moments to settle beside him. No sunlight or screen of grass stalks between them. Gods, he wanted to wrap his hand around her waist, bring her close and bury his nose in the sunny halo of her hair. Her thighs and hips had swelled with a proper supply of food the past weeks, her face gaining a cute roundness in her cheeks and her breasts filling too. He ached to run his tongue across the pudge of her stomach, so happy her body could change and recover from the starvation she had been subjected to. His own body, in undeath, took significantly longer to recover from the gauntness imposed by Cazador. 

Snippet Sunday Tuesday?

Thank you for the tags, @roguishcat and @kalmiaphlox! I loved your WIPs!

I’m never on time, so here’s a little bit of Chapter 12 of Indelible Imprints now instead of Sunday lol.

Chapters 1-11 on AO3 and the pinned post on my blog!

Flare adjusts to new levels of intimacy

Read on AO3

Astarion lingered more with the tiefling youths, able to show them where their tails should move to help with balance, how to tilt their heads to duck beneath their opponents arms without catching their horns on a sleeve. In her weeks at the school, Flare had observed that Astarion remained one of the few adults the tiefling youths showed open admiration for, Dame Aylin and Halsin being the other two. Not that they were troublesome with others, but the awe in their expressions was so apparent with the three. Flare expected she was no better at times. 

The class ended and Astarion shooed away the kids to get their midday meal as he walked over to Flare. She snapped her journal closed before Astarion could peek at the blank pages. He smirked at her anyway, probably noticing that her pen had never moved while she sat looking. “Enjoy watching me, darling?” Astarion teased.

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I have some more crumbs for Chapter 8 of With Stars to Fill My Dream, coming out Sunday!

This is the more fun, less anger fueled section of the chapter. Heavy emphasis on the word fun! (Fun fact, long ago I posted a snippet of this exact passage, but much has changed since then!)

Rather than being able to hear and see his thoughts manifest, his vampiric connection threads their emotions together like a silken tapestry of color. A pretty blend of red, orange, and green blooms like fireworks against a dark sky, dazzling behind her eyelids. She isn’t sure if it’s him, or her, or the both of them, but god it’s beautiful. It courses through her until the tingling starts, cruising up and down her nervous system to burn her core and singe her fingertips. She’s never felt a desire this intense, not even on her own. It’s all-consuming, raging like a fire where before she’d been submerged in ice.

As her tears start to dry on her cheeks, she slips a hand from covering her mouth to instead tentatively thread through his curls. His hair is soft, cool like lace as it tickles her knuckles. He doesn’t seem to mind, and she gently scrapes her nails over his scalp, earning a thrust of his hips. She gasps and her vision sparks, his hands moving to her waist to clench tightly as she bites back a crude moan. The usual voice of reason in her head is being uncharacteristically silent, and she can’t help but yield to instinct in its place.

The fingers of her other hand move up to his neck, softly pressing her palm over his Adam's apple, and she’s lulled into a trance by the rhythmic bobbing of every swallow. She can’t see his face, but she can feel a smile in the shape of his lips on her skin and it burns her cheeks, making her shiver and sigh into the night air

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OMG!!! There they are!! 💖💖 This is beautiful, OP!

promo piece i decided to do for the fanfiction im illustrating for by @preciouslittlebhaalbae , Indelible Imprints!!! Astarion and Erin having a silly little moment 😌 go check it out, it’s so wonderfully written!!