Mainly Posting This Work In Progress To Share With People Who Are Excited About The Story It Comes From,
Mainly posting this work in progress to share with people who are excited about the story it comes from, but please enjoy regardless~
Ascended Astarion x Tav (Marin, female) Rating: E Words: ~3800 (unfinished short fic) Setting: Baldur's Gate, post-plot of BG3 Content: Marin shows up, missing A!A (her ex) because her husband is a cruel asshole, they have snarky back-and-forth before they soften up and then go back to his place to get very naughty. More plot to come
Marin arrived at the bar in the early evening, the fourth place she'd checked for Astarion. The servant at his front door said he went out for drinks and wasn't expected back for several hours, but she couldn't afford to wait in his sitting room for him to come home. Instead, she went searching for Astarion at the fancy establishments near his home, despite the sprinkling rain. As she stepped past the entranceway of the tavern, she spotted him from behind.
There he was, perched on a small chair like a peacock, gesturing as he spoke. A nobleman sat across from him, drunkenly laughing at his story, a courtesan giggling between the two. She was leaning against the other man, but clearly enraptured by Astarion. Marin could hardly blame her - the other man was likely a well-paying client, but nowhere near as charming.
Time seemed to stand still. The drunken man must have noticed her standing across the room, staring at the group of them, and smiled in her direction. Trying to figure out what he was looking at, the woman ended up spotting her as well. She smiled and gave a little wave to Marin.
Astarion glanced over his shoulder, his characteristic smirk still plastered on his face. It quickly dropped when he saw Marin. He didn't look upset, to her relief. His eyes were wide, lips slightly parted. He furrowed his brow and squinted a little, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
“... Marin?”
Her heart raced hearing her name from his mouth again.
“Astarion.”
He'd completely lost interest in the others at his table, rising slowly from his chair. He strode elegantly across the bar, despite his surprise.
“Bleeding hells. It's actually you,” Astarion said, his mouth breaking into a genuine smile. “What are you doing here?”
“I thought we could have a drink,” she responded, trying to keep her voice from shaking. “The two of us. Catch up.”
Astarion's brows knitted together in disbelief, but he played along regardless. “All right, then. Let's have a drink.”
He extended an arm, offering it to her like a gentleman. She took it, tighter than she intended. Without missing a beat, he led her across the floor, walking all the way to the back of the establishment. He presented her with a pair of comfortable armchairs, waiting for her to sit before sinking into one himself, signalling for a waiter.
“Wine for you, darling?”
Marin’s stomach jumped at the pet name.
“Liquor,” she replied, trying to sound composed. He perked an eyebrow with curiosity, but didn't challenge her. He turned to the waiter who had appeared.
“Brandy, for both of us. Thank you,” he requested, before turning back to Marin.
“Sooo, you know I must ask. What brings a married woman into a bar for a drink with her old lover?” he drawled. “I hadn’t the faintest clue you were in town.”
“I wanted to see you,” she replied, earnestly.
“After all these years?” he asked with surprise, watching her carefully. “Obviously, darling, I'm flattered. But I thought you were finished with me.”
“I don't hate you. I never did,” she countered. “It was just too hard to be… close to you, after everything that happened. And then I met my husband.”
“Yes, Wyll told me you were leaving town to get married. I assumed that was the end of it. Of us.” His tone was still calm and measured, despite the subject.
The drinks arrived, and Marin immediately took hers from the table. She took a big drink, hoping to steel her nerves, and coughed a little. Damn, it's been a long time since I had something this strong, she thought. How embarrassing. She looked up to see Astarion smiling at her.
“You're cute, you know that?” Astarion mused, admiringly. “I have missed you, dear. Despite myself.”
“Did you really?” she asked, being cheeky despite her nerves. “I thought a lordship would have plenty of distractions. Especially one as handsome as you.”
Astarion tipped his head back with genuine laughter.
“Distractions, certainly. You wouldn't believe the parties,” he purred. “That doesn't mean I haven't missed our… little talks.”
He looked as beautiful as he always had. No, even better. Years of luxury and rest seemed to have helped his skin. The dark circles and fine lines had eased slightly since their adventuring days. She blushed at the realization, hoping she hadn't aged too noticeably in his eyes.
“So, darling, how long are you in town?” Astarion asked, snapping her out of her own thoughts.
“Well, I need to be home tomorrow to prepare the house. My husband will be home from his trip tomorrow night, and I need to get it fixed up for him.”
He furrowed his brow. “Why do you have to fix up the house for your husband?”
“Not all of us have servants to clean up and cook dinner,” she scoffed, teasing him. “I have to do that stuff myself. He expects it to be perfect when he’s around.”
Astarion stared at her suspiciously, looking like he wanted to press it further, but he dropped the subject. “Well, then. Dinner?”
She shook her head. “I thought maybe I could see your home,” she chirped. “I went there first. It looks great. I haven't been there since…” Marin trailed off, realizing what she was saying. Since I helped you kill Cazador.
“Yes, it's changed a lot,” Astarion responded, steering the conversation. “Obviously, with the city in such a state, it was hard to get repairs done. Things have quieted down, though.”
The two stared at each other for a moment.
“Well then, shall we take a little walk?” Astarion said, rising from his chair and extending a hand to her. “I believe the rain has slowed since I arrived, so it should be rather pleasant.”
Marin accepted his hand and stood as well, swaying a tiny bit. Hells, that drink went to my head more than I expected, she thought. Astarion was gracious, offering his elbow for her to grip and walk with him. He led her across the bar, collecting their cloaks at the door. His was a fine garment meant to protect his expensive suit from the elements. Her simple traveling cloak looked very plain by comparison.
Outside, the soft pattering of rain set a very different tone from the warm, crowded tavern. The streets were fairly empty, aside from a few carriages passing by. Most people were indoors after sunset on a rainy evening.
“I have a confession to make,” Marin admitted.
“I knew it,” came Astarion’s smug voice from beside her. “There's more to this, isn't there?”
“I didn't come here to ask you for money, if that's what you're implying,” she hissed. “I did come to see you.”
“Why would you want to see me, darling? Not only for a free brandy and idle chatter, I hope,” he sneered. “Perhaps to see the look of shock on my face in a crowded bar? To taunt me for my loneliness, despite my hedonistic life? To remind me of what I'm missing?”
Marin stopped and turned to look at him. “I didn't come here to taunt you. I'm not that kind of person.”
“I know that, dear,” Astarion said, a bit exasperated. “I'm just trying to understand why a good girl with a loving husband would track down an old flame.”
“He's not that loving,” Marin snapped, starting to walk again. “Can you stop being a prick?”
Astarion snorted. “Not really, no,” he responded playfully. “What-”
She surprised him into silence, pulling him down a secluded alleyway with a jerk. She pulled him to face her and clumsily kissed him on the cheek, too close to his mouth for a friendly greeting.
“What in the- Marin, are you feeling alright?”
Instead of answering, she grabbed the lapels of his suit and kissed him again, this time on the mouth. He didn't protest.
“There. Is that clear enough for you?” she huffed. Astarion watched her face carefully, thinking before he spoke.
“You're not drunk,” he started, slowly. She forgot he could smell her blood. “You're not joking, either. You came all the way to Baldur's Gate, just to see me? To… be with me?”
“You used to say you were always up for ‘a sordid little affair’ after we broke up,” Marin sniped, mimicking his accent. “What’s the problem?”
“Well, naturally, I am,” he drawled. “But I didn't think you were the type to take me up on it.”
“Maybe I've changed!” she snapped. “It's been a long time since you knew me. Is that really so hard to believe?”
“Yes, it is, dear.”
“This was a mistake,” Marin huffed with frustration. She turned to leave, but he kept a gentle grip on her forearm.
“Please, don't go,” he said, his voice softening. “I was only trying to help. I don't want you to run off just yet.”
She stopped, still turned away from him. She didn’t really want to leave, but her face burned with embarrassment.
“I was trying to protect you. I didn’t want you to make a mistake and… regret me,” he admitted. “I’m sure you already do.”
Marin turned back to him, her brows knitted with uncertainty. How much do I share? Will he think I’m a fool?
“He slept with somebody else,” she blurted out, staring at the pavement. “So I stopped fighting my urge to come back here. To see you. I thought about it for a long time.”
“I presume… it wasn’t a planned arrangement, then?” he asked gently.
“No. He fucked some other woman for no reason at all,” she hissed, fighting back tears. “He doesn’t even know that I found out. I’m sure he thinks he’s rather clever.”
Astarion took her hand in his. They both stood silently for a long time, with light rain hitting the pavement as the only sound.
“I don’t want you to make a mistake,” he said earnestly. “But I’ll have you, darling. If this is truly what you want.”
“Yes, it is,” Marin responded without hesitation.
Astarion’s eyes searched her face cautiously, looking for any hint of doubt or regret. He moved closer, his eyes locked on hers, gently backing her up against the bricks behind her. She stared up at him, holding her breath, exhilarated from how close he was. His eyes gleamed a deep garnet in the growing darkness, his gaze now fixed on her lips. The damp wall was cold against her back.
He put a hand behind her head and kissed her, his chilled fingers at the nape of her neck making her shiver. Marin leaned deeper into the kiss, poking his lips ever so slightly with her tongue. He responded with his own tongue in her mouth, and before long, they were kissing messily like a pair of horny fools. She rubbed up against him with her hips, feeling the outline of his cock press against her. He inhaled at the sensation, grinding himself against her, his hands on her waist to hold her close. He moved one hand down to her ass, grabbing at her and eliciting a muffled moan.
“Gods, I’ve missed you,” he panted. “I’d forgotten how much until I saw you.”
“And you still know how to drive me wild,” she whispered.
She reached down between them, feeling the firm outline of his cock. His pants were perfectly form-fitting and made of a silky material. They can’t be very comfortable, but gods damn it, they look so good on him. She felt him pulse at her touch, looking up to find his eyes had gone glazed over, almost feral.
“Just don’t bite me, okay? I can’t go home with a mark like that.”
“As much as I’d love to, I was thinking of something else,” he responded. He snaked a hand down the front of her body, grasping between her legs. Marin gasped, tipping her pelvis forward into his hand instinctively. He wouldn’t have any access through her long dress, at least not without a serious adjustment. Why did I wear this thing?
Astarion seemed to wrest control of himself with great effort, straightening up and pulling away from her with a deep breath. She whined at the loss.
“I don’t want any interruptions, darling,” he whispered. “It’d be a little unseemly to go any farther right here. People know me in this part of town.”
He once again offered her his arm, and she clung to him as they walked. The rain had started picking up again, and they both pulled up the hoods of their cloaks to keep dry.
“Do you know what I’d like to do with you, Marin?” Astarion mused quietly. “I would love to push you up against that wall and take you, here and now. Rain and reputation be damned.”
“I can’t imagine,” she responded, teasing him. “You’ll have to paint the picture a little more clearly for me.” He chuckled, realizing her game.
“Well, it would start with a kiss, just like that one. Our bodies pressed close together, and our hands on each other. Perhaps I’d touch you where it was sure to drive you wild. And perhaps you’d let me know how much you wanted it, and beg me to take you right then.”
She hummed as if she were pondering the scenario, her face scarlet.
“And after such an intriguing request from such a beautiful woman, well…” he paused. “I’d have no choice but to oblige. I’d hike up your dress and pick you up, both of your legs to one side.”
“Would you, now?” She was playing coy, despite how badly she wanted to hear the rest of his story. “And why is that?”
“So that I could pull your underclothes down over your ankles like the naughty little thing you are. Then I’d wrap your bare legs around me and pull your hips close, letting you feel just how badly I’ve missed you. How long I’ve missed you.”
She giggled at his double entendre.
“You’d be so close to my cock, and so ready to take it. I couldn’t resist you after that, naturally,” he whispered as they walked up the path. “I’d have to have you,”
Marin sucked in a breath, realizing she’d been captivated by his description for several blocks. They were nearly to the looming entrance of his palace. He stopped short of the front step to whisper in her ear.
“Of course, it’s all hypothetical, darling. I’m a gentleman, after all.” She snorted at the assertion as he stepped up and knocked, announcing himself.
The servant who had greeted Marin earlier opened the door. “Good evening, my lord. Ah, I see you found each other!” she said, recognizing his companion. “What good fortune.”
They stepped over the entranceway into the lavish home. “Thank you, Evi. You may retire for the evening,” Astarion said with a smile, his tone even.
“Thank you, my lord,” she responded cheerfully, hanging their damp cloaks on hooks. She glanced once more at Marin before heading down a nearby hallway.
“I only have two of them here unless I’m hosting,” he explained. “Their quarters are below the main floor. They won’t bother us.” He must have seen the unease on her face. He snaked an arm behind her waist and led her to the staircase.
“Or hear us, no matter how loud we are,” he added quietly. Her face burned fiercely at the very thought. “Now, let’s get upstairs and out of these wet clothes. There will be time to explore later.”
Astarion led her up the stairs with a haste she hadn’t seen from him that evening. He seemed to drop his gentlemanly demeanor more with every passing second, his excitement becoming more apparent. She followed him without a word. Several floors up, they reached a room at the end of a long hallway.
He swung the door open a little too hard, drawing her in behind him. He shut the heavy wooden door and pushed her up against it. Holy hells. She’d forgotten how fast he could move when he felt like it. Despite her pounding heart, she held her breath, noticing his eyes locked on hers again. They were ruby red in the candlelight, and hungry, like the bloodthirsty predator he was.
“Oh, Astarion,” she blurted out, stunned by the intensity of his gaze.
“This is still what you want, my dear?” he whispered, breathless and deadly serious.
“Yes. Gods, yes,” Marin replied immediately.
And with that, he dropped all pretense, kissing her like they’d resumed exactly where they left off. He pressed his hips against her body, his tight pants giving away how completely hard he was already. His little story on the way home hadn’t been only for her entertainment, apparently.
“You’re so hard,” she whined, grinding her hips against him.
“Of course I am,” he huffed. “You’re here, in my bedroom, after all this time.”
He reached his hand down and grabbed between her legs once more, the thick fabric of her dress in the way.
“Now, that won’t do,” he growled. He took her by the hips and moved her to the four-poster bed, gently pushing her down on her back. He hurriedly undid the buttons on his suit coat, and then his undershirt, before throwing both across the room. Marin watched his every move, her eyes wide. He always looks so good with his chest bare, gods damn him. Same as he always did. He unfastened his terribly tight pants, adjusting his cock without exposing himself.
“Bleeding hells, that’s better,” he groaned. “It was getting painful.”
Marin let out a tiny giggle at his honesty. He hiked up her dress and kneeled in front of her, pulling at her wet underclothes. He got them down over her ankles and returned his attention to her, his cold, nimble hands snaking up her thighs. She shivered beneath his touch.
“You are… so beautiful,” he managed, trying to control himself as his fingers reached her hips. He met her gaze, an unspoken question on his mind. He was still careful about consent after all this time, no matter how mad he was with lust.
“Yes, Astarion,” she panted desperately. “Yes, please, touch me.”
He moved his hand quickly to comply. First one finger was inside, then another, searching for the spot that made her wild. He found it with a few strokes, making her hips tilt forward in surprise.
“Oh, Gods,” Marin whined, letting her head fall back on the soft bedding. She felt every ounce of tension melt in an instant, and then slowly return. His fingers beckoned inside of her, making her absentmindedly wiggle closer to the edge of the bed, seeking more. His other hand was flat on top of her pelvis, applying gentle pressure to increase the stimulation inside, with his thumb rubbing at her clit. The combination of his movements was completely overwhelming, emptying her mind of anything else. Every bit of her attention was focused where his deft hands met her body, inside and out. She felt a hot wave of pleasure move slowly up her entire core. More and more waves followed, and she felt the pitch of her moans rising unintentionally. Oh, hells, here we go.
Marin finally perked her head off the bed to look down at him, his forehead dripping with sweat, eyes transfixed on his work. Astarion heard her move and glanced up to see her, doe-eyed and gasping.
“Oh, Astarion,” she whimpered. “I’m so close, I’m going to- ohhh-”
“Come for me,” he purred, enjoying the show. “Come, darling.”
Her thighs quivered, hips thrusting upwards as she reached her peak, crying out loudly as she tumbled down over the edge. As soon as she relaxed her hips, she felt his hands pull away from her. Marin propped herself up on her elbows to look down at him. He had pulled his cock out and was using his hand, still slick from touching her, to cover himself with some oil he’d grabbed.
Before she could say a word, he yanked her to the edge of the bed by her dress, wrapping an arm firmly behind her waist and pulling her up. She did her best to hold on as he stood up, her arms and legs wrapped around his bare torso, despite how weak and useless her muscles felt. He backed her up against the door, his cock touching the back of her thigh, her dress draped over where their bodies met.
“Ready?” he panted. She nodded eagerly, and he reached up under the fabric and guided his cock to her entrance, pushing inside of her. He groaned from the relief as he worked her smoothly down his own length, propping her on his hips. He put one arm out straight against the door to steady himself, the other wrapped around her waist to keep her close to him. He thrusted into her, making contact with her most sensitive spots and making her cry out.
“Oh, hells, Marin,” he whined at her. “You are perfect.”
“Oh, Astarion,” she moaned. “Oh, fuck me!”
“I will,” he grunted, trying to get even deeper. She could hear her back bumping clumsily against the heavy wooden door as he thrusted into her. She felt a hot ball of pleasure building in her chest, bouncing along with her tits and intensifying quickly.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck!” she cried out, ignoring the racket they must be making by this point. She could hear rhythmic moans rising from his throat as he slammed into her.
“Oh, I’m close, darling,” he panted, his voice higher-pitched and desperate now. “Please come for me, Marin, please- I ca- can’t stop-”
She felt the ball of pleasure explode behind her sternum like a firework, her mouth open wide, voice cracking as she cried out. He let himself loose as he felt her coming around his cock, falling apart, banging her back against the door, hard.
“Oh, Marin, I- love you s-” Astarion whimpered as he came. Her eyes went huge at his admission. She felt him go weak under her weight, and he slid slowly to the ground, careful not to let her fall. He landed on his knees and slumped all the way down, Marin still planted firmly on his hips with her back resting against the door. His head fell forward onto her shoulder, exhausted, his chest heaving.
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The Take Over, The Break's Over - 11
Ascended Astarion x Marin (Tav/OC, cis woman)
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Words: 1k (chapter 11 of 17)
Setting: A!Astarion's palace
Content: Marin's POV, Astarion & Marin arrive home, he's worried about her, Marin talks to housekeeper about Astarion and hears how he was when they broke up, they have a date at home together
Warnings: brief talk of leaving an ab*sive relationship; conversation about sex work (housekeeper's and allusions to Astarion's)
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“Marin, my sweet,” came Astarion’s gentle voice from above. She felt his thin, chilled fingers against her cheek. “We’re home.”
She opened her eyes to see him smiling down at her on his lap. The golden sunshine of the early evening lit his eyes from the side, making them glow red-orange.
“Let’s go inside, hm?” he prompted.
She nodded, fighting through her drowsiness as he helped her sit up against his shoulder. Her belongings were gone.
“What about my things?” she asked, blinking away sleep.
“Reardon carried them in for us, darling,” he assured her. “I didn't want to disturb you, so I let you stay on my lap for a little while longer. You looked so peaceful.”
“Oh,” she mumbled. “You're sweet.”
“I'm so very glad to have you here, my love,” he whispered, kissing her forehead before rising to help her out of the carriage.
“Perhaps we'll eat on the terrace,” he remarked, offering his arm to walk with him. “The sunshine is lovely this evening.”
The front door was left open for them. Astarion led her down the hall towards a savory smell.
“Good evening,” he greeted Evi as they entered the kitchen.
“Welcome home, my lord! And you've brought Lady Marin.” Evi smiled kindly at her.
“Yes,” he replied, admiring Marin. “Would you mind keeping her company? I'll only be a few minutes.”
“Of course,” Evi responded graciously as Astarion left the room. “You look like you've had a long day, dear. Why don't you make yourself comfortable?”
She obliged, sinking into a kitchen chair. Evi turned her back to cut some bread on the counter. He doesn’t want to leave me alone after today.
“It’s so fortunate to have you here,” she continued. “If there's anything I can do to make you more comfortable, please tell me, my lady.”
“Thank you. It means a lot.”
“Of course,” Evi responded. “I've seen how nasty men can be in my old profession. I'm glad you're safe, here, with us.”
Marin felt a blush spreading across her face. How much did Astarion tell her?
“Working here has been more pleasant,” she went on. “Lord Astarion has been very kind to me. He’s a respectful man.”
“What was he like?” she asked, trying to hide her interest, despite her warm face.
“Back then? Well, I shouldn't say too much,” she replied, lowering her voice before continuing. “He was never my client; don’t worry, dear. He was an occasional guest that the men and women fought over, since he was rich, and charming. He used to stay for a drink and talk with us, as if he wanted the company more than anything else we offered. That’s how I learned he was looking for a housekeeper, and I was tired of my trade after so many years. He was such a gloomy man back then, haunted by something. Despite his best efforts to cover for it.”
“That was… after we broke up,” she managed, her throat tight.
“Was it, dear?” Evi turned to face her again, looking shocked. “I could tell you were special to him right away. He isn't normally so accommodating. No one stayed overnight here in the past, even his dates. I’ve not seen him so excited about anyone. But he never told me you were the one from all that time ago.”
“He told you about our relationship?” she choked out.
“Never a word about it, and I never wanted to ask,” she replied, keeping her voice low. “He’s a private person, of course. But I know a broken heart when I see one. Reading people was part of my work, you know?”
Marin nodded, her face burning.
“He likes to keep some distance from his staff, so I shouldn’t intrude,” Evi went on quietly, turning back to the counter. “I know he’s got a soft heart under all that pride, though. Not a lot of noblemen are kind to brothel girls. Or servants, for that matter.”
“Thank you for telling me, Evi,” Marin responded earnestly.
“Of course, my lady.”
They heard a door open, and Astarion’s quiet footsteps approaching the kitchen. He popped in with a flourish.
“The terrace, my lady?” he purred, offering Marin his hand. She giggled and took it. “Evi, would you mind bringing it out?”
Without another word, he swept Marin out of the kitchen and down the hall. They stepped outdoors onto a brick patio surrounded by planters. On a table, there were three glasses: two with wine, and one with little flowers he’d picked.
“Is this where you went?” she asked, a smile spreading across her face.
“Yes,” he responded with a chuckle. “I thought it would be sweet. Perhaps it’s silly.”
“It's not silly,” Marin assured him. “I love it.”
Astarion tried to suppress his own smile as he led her to the table and took a seat across from her. Evi appeared with food and silverware for them before excusing herself. It was soup with a variety of vegetables, and some fresh bread. Marin started to eat right away, realizing how hungry she was.
“I know today was… difficult,” Astarion said carefully. “I want you to know that I don’t have any expectations, all right? You don’t even have to sleep in my bed, if you don’t want to. There are plenty of spare rooms. I don’t want you to feel rushed, or guilty. Not with me.”
“I feel… numb,” Marin admitted. “I’m unsure how to feel. But not about you, Astarion.”
His eyebrows went up with surprise, his eyes remaining soft.
“I just want you to feel safe,” he pressed. “Like you did for me, back then. I can’t repay the debt I owe to you, but… I need to try.”
“I do feel safe here,” she replied honestly. “I always feel safe with you.”
"I really have to get going"
"Make me stop, then", he suggests with his lips against the sensitive skin on the side of her waist, sending a tickling wave up and down. Hands like snakes, arms like vines, voice like honey (if honey could taunt). "Just say it, pet. Stop, my love, I have to go. I have better things to do."
With each word his hand draws a loose spiral over her stomach until he's lifting the border of the underwear and by then it is too late, it was always going to be too late, the moment he touched her, and he knows it. His fingers part her lips and find her already wet. If Awbonee was too proud maybe she'd take offence at the way he relishes it, because Astarion is a sore loser but can be an even worse winner.
"Go on then. Tell me to stop. Make me."
It was never going to happen, and at least he has the decency to hide his smile when she sinks back towards him.
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prompt 17 from the drabbles list, "make me". be patient with me I haven't written in English (or Spanish either) in ages 😔
The Take Over, The Break's Over - 7
Ascended Astarion x Marin (Tav/OC, cis woman)
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Words: 800 (chapter 7 of 17)
Setting: Marin's house
Content: Marin's POV, forbidden relationship, Marin's husband fucking sucks but on screen this time, Astarion sends a letter via his servant, they are so in love and miss each other an excessive amount
I went too far for the bit on these letters and made visuals but I included a text-only version below it for accessibility~
Warnings: descriptions of emotional ab*se & dialogue (I really tried to make this guy an emotionally ab*sive creep without being in-depth enough to bother people, difficult line to walk so I'm sorry if he seems either one-dimensional or is still upsetting)
This is not the place for anti-A!A discourse. I love both versions of Astarion, and it's okay to have issues with the Ascendant route, but I will block you if you clown on these posts~
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Marin loaded the bread dough into the oven, drying the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand as she stepped away.
“You smell like an ox,” Del chided as he entered the kitchen. Marin sighed to herself.
“I'm sorry. The oven is hot. Baking is hard work, you know.”
He snickered as if the very idea was foolish, making her cheeks burn.
“Speaking of hard work, I'm off,” he muttered as he finished fastening his buttons. “Behave yourself, a’right?”
She swallowed the urge to say something nasty. “Of course I will, Del.”
“Good,” he replied, kissing her on the cheek. She plastered a smile on her face and followed him to the door.
“Have a good night,” she called as he started down the path. He responded with a half-hearted thanks, not looking back.
“Fucking prick,” she whispered to herself once the door was shut. He seemed to have grown more irritating since her return, but maybe that was imagined. He was acting the same as always, while something inside her had changed.
She took off her apron and grabbed the cushion and gloves she used for her garden. She left the door open behind her so that she could smell the bread cooking, as a reminder to check on it.
She perched on the stones around her front garden, the cushion under her knees. Feeling the sun warm her hair from behind and smelling the soil, she felt the stress of dealing with Del melt away.
“My lady?” came a woman’s voice from behind her. My lady? Marin turned to see a cloaked figure walking up her garden path. She dropped her hood as she approached, revealing a familiar face.
“...Evi?”
“Good afternoon, my lady. I come bearing a parcel from Lord Ancunín,” she announced, speaking formally as if Marin had any social standing.
“A letter? Oh, um, thank you,” she stuttered. “You didn't run into anyone on your way up the path, did you?”
“I waited for his departure before I approached,” Evi reassured her. “Lord’s orders. He wants me to confirm that you're all right.”
Marin’s face burned thinking of Astarion’s concern for her. “I am, thank you.”
“Excellent. I have one more gift from his lordship.” Evi reached into her bag, pulling out a single orange, fragrant and perfectly ripe.
“Oh, thank you!” Marin took it from her, delighted with the surprise.
“Have a pleasant day, Lady Marin,” she said, pulling up her hood before walking down the path.
“You too,” she responded, feeling like she was in a dream. She floated inside, closing the front door and putting her back against the inside of it. She held the letter tightly to her chest, her heart pounding. She checked the oven before scurrying down the hall, letter and orange in hand. She didn't want to be caught reading it in plain view, on the tiny chance Del came home to get something. She locked the bedroom door behind her, sank into the bed, and opened the envelope, addressed only Marin. The letter was written on thick, expensive paper, with Astarion's careful calligraphy folded up inside.
Marin, my sweet,
I was heartened to see your letter this evening. I miss you terribly, darling. Your visit has served as a harsh reminder of my empty bed and lonely existence. Of course, I do not blame you for that. Our time together was far more valuable to me than any continued delusion of self-sufficiency. Your joyful presence feels like sunshine on my skin after so many years in the darkness, a bittersweet feeling with which I am intimately familiar.
We disagreed at the time of my ascension on your vampiric transformation. I recall the details of those arguments quite clearly when I am lonely and disappointed in myself. I want you to know that I will accept you in any form, my love. I am not the man I used to be, but I realize I will have to prove myself worthy of your trust.
I will happily make space for you in my life if you ever feel ready for a future with me. I want nothing else as much as I want to see you happy. There is a greenhouse here which is hardly used, and it makes me long to see you working on your garden to your heart's content.
You are welcome here anytime, my dear. I hope you know that I eagerly await our next meeting. Until then, I will think of you anytime my mind wanders, as I do already.
Stay safe, darling.
Yours eternally,
Astarion
Your comment about beetroot juice made me smile. You enjoyed the fresh oranges when you were here, so I hope you will smile for me in return.
Marin flopped back on the bed, the letter pressed to her heart as if it were part of him. She stared blankly up at the rafters, tears running down her face and into her hair.
Part 8 of this WIP, the (quite short) final part! Will post the whole thing properly soon
Ascended Astarion x Tav (Marin, female) Rating: E (overall; this section is M? I think?) Content: Bathtime talk about sweet stuff, flash forward ~3 months and they're chatting about stuff going on, disgustingly in love, I am so sad to let them go I love them sm
“Thanks for taking care of me.” Marin murmured, resting her weary head on Astarion's bare shoulder in the bath.
“Gods, thank you,” he countered. “You were delicious. And the way you touched me earlier was…” He shuddered with delight at the thought.
“Has no one given you a massage before, love?” she asked earnestly. He pondered it for a moment.
“You would touch my body like that when I got injured or travel-weary,” he recalled. “I loved it then, but… I didn’t know how to ask for more, and we never had much time for comfort on the road, anyway. No one has done that to me before or since. And certainly not… anywhere so intimate. I would never have thought to ask.”
“That settles it, then,” she declared, being cheeky. “I’ll give you massages more often, now that I know.”
“Really?” He perked up at the idea.
“Yes, you silly boy,” she replied, chuckling softly. “I know how, and it makes you happy. The same way you treat me to your talented fingers.”
He seemed to turn the idea over in his mind before he spoke.
“I never thought of it,” he mused. “I do try to give you the benefits of my skills. I didn't dream of you reciprocating like that.”
Marin’s heart ached at his response. He doesn't believe he's earned it.
“Someday, you'll learn that you deserve to be loved, my silver star,” she fawned. “I'll just have to keep reminding you until you figure it out.”
He looked down at her, completely disarmed.
“I'm so grateful for you, my treasure.” His face was serious, but gentle. “You have given me everything. I love you.”
“I love you too, Astarion,” she whispered. “Always.”
~~~~~ That Summer ~~~~~
Astarion poked his head outside, looking for Marin on the grounds. He spotted her at a distance, working on a flowerbed in the sun. I'll surprise her. He snuck up almost silently, but the dog napping in the sunshine perked up to look at him, right before he could reach her.
“What is it, Sug- eek!” She shrieked as he grabbed her shoulders, dissolving into laughter in a second. “Gods above. You scared the piss out of me, Astarion.”
“I certainly hope not,” he replied with a smirk, giving Sugar her requested head pats. “And besides, she gave me away again.”
“She looks out for me!” Marin scolded playfully.
“So do I!” he protested. She giggled and smiled up at him.
“What do you need, my love?” she asked, setting her things down and standing to meet his eyeline.
“Must I always need something in order to disturb you, my pet?” he purred.
“Maybe not, but you always do,” she replied with a chuckle. “Out with it.”
“All right, fine. The post came,” he confessed. “Wyll and his family are back from their summer home.”
“They're home!” Marin’s face lit up, giddy with surprise. “Oh, how lovely!”
“I thought we could host tomorrow, invite the others,” he went on. “I know how you love to have them here.”
“Yes, yes!” she chirped, excited by his idea. “I'll bet he's going to the inn tonight to see Karlach and her partner. I have to go visit.”
“Of course you will,” he responded, smiling at her joy. “I'll let Evi know it's just me for dinner tonight.”
“Oh Astarion, won't you go along?” she proposed. “I know you're not as close with them as I am, but I do love to have you with me. And they love you, too, whether you like it or not.”
“How could I refuse, my sweet?” he purred. “Anything to make you happy. My writings will have to wait.”
“You and your damned books,” she teased lovingly. “You have eternity to sit alone in your study.”
“I pray I’ll have eternity for dinner with you, as well,” Astarion responded honestly, butterflies in his stomach.
“Eventually, my love,” she replied with a genuine smile. “When it's time.”
I like that answer. He pulled her in for a kiss.
“I'm all sweaty!” she giggled as they pulled apart.
“As if I mind,” he purred. “And who is this, I wonder?” He gestured at a ginger tabby cat cautiously approaching them. Marin turned to look.
“Oh, it's a little friend I've made,” she explained. “He likes the food I leave out at night, so he's started coming up to ask for more.”
“Be careful,” he scolded playfully. “You’ll end up with another pet before you know it. We already have a few around here.”
“As if I mind,” she giggled, repeating his words back to him. He put his hands on her waist, staring at her admiringly. She was radiant in the morning light.
“I couldn't love you more,” he murmured. “My lady.”
“My lord,” she mirrored, kissing him on the cheek, warm like the summer sunshine itself.
The Take Over, The Break's Over - 10
Ascended Astarion x Marin (Tav/OC, cis woman)
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Words: 700 (chapter 10 of 17)
Setting: Marin's house
Content: Marin's POV, Marin & Asti go to Marin's house for her things, she gets emotional about leaving her old home, she leaves a break-up note for her husband, they're both anxious, Asti comforts her
Warnings: brief talk of leaving an ab*sive relationship
This is not the place for anti-A!A discourse. I love both versions of Astarion, and it's okay to have issues with the Ascendant route, but I will block you if you clown on these posts~
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Marin laid her head on Astarion’s lap in the carriage, unable to relax, despite the comfortable seat and his hand in her hair. They had been laughing and kissing for the first part of the ride, but both had grown increasingly quiet as they approached their destination: her home.
“I don’t want to feel like I’m forcing you to do this, darling,” Astarion insisted quietly. “I’m here to help, and that’s all.”
“You aren’t forcing me,” she replied blankly.
“Are you sure? You feel so far away from me, my love,” he responded. She looked up at him from his lap, her face empty.
“I don’t know how to feel. I’m numb. But I know it’s the right thing.”
His eyes were a pale red in the midday sun; his brow furrowed with concern.
“This has to come from you,” he insisted. “If you change your mind, you don’t have to go through with it, all right?” She nodded.
“Nearly there, m’lord,” called the driver, Reardon, from the front of the carriage. Marin sat up, looking out the window again, her heart racing.
“It’ll be all right, my love,” Astarion whispered, likely listening to her heartbeat.
They pulled up at the edge of the street. The house looked exactly how she'd left it the night before, thankfully. He hasn't been home yet.
“Did you want me to go in with you?” Astarion asked gently. “If it makes you feel better, I can. But I don't want you to feel pressured just because this is what I want.”
“I want you to,” she mumbled. “I don't know if I'm strong enough.”
“Of course.”
Astarion exited the carriage, standing below and offering a steadying hand up to her. She took it and stepped down herself. My garden, she thought. I won't get to see it anymore. She teared up at the thought.
“What's the matter?”
“My garden,” she admitted. “I'll miss it here, in some ways. It's home.”
“I understand, my sweet,” he replied, sympathetic. “You can plant whatever you’d like again, hm?” She nodded.
He placed his hand gently on her lower back and followed her inside the house. She searched quickly for her things - her clothes, her hairbrush, her favorite books, her old sentimental items. Her favorite blanket, and her old apron, and her gardening tools and seeds. Astarion’s letter from its hiding place. She was leaving all the furniture, food, and anything else she shared with Del behind. Before leaving, she scrawled a short note on a piece of paper, leaving it on the kitchen table:
Delaney, I’m leaving. I’m sorry it had to come to this. We can deal with the paperwork in the future, after things have settled. If you care for me, please allow me space to live my own life. -Marin
Astarion and Reardon helped her take her things to the carriage. Seeing all her belongings collected in bundles reminded her of their adventuring days, when everything they owned came along with them. Is my life here really that small? She would miss the plants, and the little birds who visited the front garden in the morning.
“We should get on the road as soon as possible,” Astarion told her, gently as he could. “I don’t want to run into him if we can help it.”
She looked back at her home before accepting his help into the carriage. Her little life. The love she thought she shared with Del, once. Did he truly care for me, even back then? Perhaps it had all been doomed from the very start.
As they pulled away, Marin could feel her stomach churning. She whimpered with anxiety.
“My sweet, what can I do to help?” Astarion asked, uneasy.
“It hurts so much,” she cried. “I can’t bear to look.”
“Rest on my lap again, darling,” he reassured her, guiding her down to his thighs. He pulled the blanket from her things and laid it across her shoulders. “Everything will be all right. I promise.”
She felt her discomfort easing slightly as he petted her hair, with her favorite blanket covering her. She realized how very tired she was, having spent the night tossing and turning, and the morning worrying. She looked up at Astarion’s gentle face, watching her with concern. Finally, her eyelids started to feel too heavy to keep them open any longer.
The Take Over, The Break's Over - 5
Ascended Astarion x Marin (Tav/OC, cis woman)
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Words: 400 (chapter 5 of 17)
Setting: A!Astarion's palace
Content: Astarion's POV, forbidden relationship, Marin sends a letter, her husband fucking sucks, they are so in love and miss each other an excessive amount
I went too far for the bit on these letters and made visuals but I included a text-only version below it for accessibility~
Warnings: descriptions of emotional ab*se
This is not the place for anti-A!A discourse. I love both versions of Astarion, and it's okay to have issues with the Ascendant route, but I will block you if you clown on these posts~
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Several days later
“My lord,” came Evi’s muffled voice from beyond his study door. “The evening post has arrived.”
Astarion rose from his desk immediately. There wasn't much point in hoping, but he did, every time. He opened the door and took the envelopes from her hands.
“Thank you,” he muttered absent-mindedly, thumbing through them right in front of her. Is that-
“You're welcome,” Evi responded with a knowing smile, excusing herself. One was addressed in Marin’s handwriting, Ld. Astarion Ancunín, with a return address reading only M. He took it to his desk and cut it open immediately, his heart racing, careful not to slice through her handwriting on the envelope.
Dearest Astarion,
The days have been so dull since we parted. Del has been watching me more carefully than usual since his return, and I’ve been busy with my housework. I don't think he suspects me of our visit, but I have been more absentminded than usual, which may have set him on edge. I've been trying to keep up with my duties around the house, so as not to alert him to any changes. However, I think of our time together ceaselessly.
I long to join you again. Even returning to the bustle of Baldur's Gate felt magical compared to this town, and reminded me of our adventuring days. Del won't tell me the next time he goes out of town until a few days in advance, so I'm unsure how long it will be until I can get away again. I wish we could be together already, but we will have to wait for the next opportunity, my silver star.
My garden is thriving as the weather warms, which is cheering me up. I planted a few beets early this spring, and I think of you when tending to the sprouts. (because of the red juice)
I will write again as soon as I can. I have to be careful with this letter and will place it in the public postbox myself. In the meantime, I hope you are thinking of me the way I think of you. Our night together was far more special to me than a merely physical affair.
All my love,
Marin
Below the writing, there was a tiny doodle of a vampire (is it me?) looking at a beet.
Astarion leaned back as he finished reading, slumping down in his seat, his chest aching. She is so sweet. He almost felt guilty for being aroused at the conjured memories of her in his bed, but he knew it wasn’t a reflection of his heart. She is so much more to me.
Name a better feeling than getting the first comment on a fic you were uncertain about and knowing that at least one person liked the tiny piece of your brain that you put on the internet
I made a podfic for this!
Voice acted, read word for word, no sound effects outside of vocal tone to reflect the text
Files for the full version, and both parts separately, on my Google Drive (.wav files)
All of it was recorded and edited by me - a novice without a great audio setup, but I did my best to make it listenable and pleasant. Please enjoy!
Astarion's Forest Scene M4F/NB
Overview: I wanted to write a retelling of Astarion's first romance scene from a positive angle, rather than assuming his initial interest is all a ruse because he has trauma. I like the idea of him reinterpreting his past through a new lens early on and grappling with that. The first chunk is an extension/reimagining of the sexual part we see a bit of in-game, and the second chunk is an idea of the time in between the sex scene and the morning scene: Tav's asleep, and Astarion is in his head about the past. Just be aware there are non-specific mentions, mainly in the second part, of his life with Cazador, and some PTSD symptoms.
Astarion x Tav (gender neutral, they/them, AFAB/female anatomy)
Rating: Explicit (18+) Words: 3.3k Setting: Private forest clearing, after the tiefling party Content: Astarion POV, mlw/mlnb, hook-up, oral sex, PIV sex, biting, blood drinking, PTSD comfort, cuddling
Gender neutral but there's both a male- and female-bodied version of this; I couldn't decide because I'm too bi to function tysm for your understanding~
AMAB Tav / M4M version
“There you are.”
Astarion watched Tav’s head whip around in surprise at the sound of his voice. Good, he thought. He needed them a little off-balance to keep the upper hand.
“I've been waiting,” Astarion growled, drawing closer to his mark, his opening lines rehearsed. “Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you. Waiting… to have you.”
Tav raised their eyebrows as he sauntered towards them. He could smell their blood more and more, metallic and sweet, with just a hint of alcohol left. They were still a little tipsy from the party, but not drunk. He heard their heartbeat quicken.
“Well, here I am,” Tav chuckled nervously.
Luring them away from the party had been simple enough. Laying on the charm had done the trick - a few perfect lines, a pouty gaze, a calculated brush of the hand. Astarion knew from the look in their eyes earlier that he'd won, but it was a nice confirmation to see them now.
Astarion reached for one of Tav’s hands and closed the distance between them. He pressed his other hand behind the small of their back to pull them in for a firm kiss. The warmth of their body against his was invigorating.
Tav melted into the kiss, allowing their hips to make contact. He moved his free hand to the back of their neck and tilted his head deeper into the kiss, their quiet groans stifled by his lips.
Finally, Astarion pulled back and pricked his face into a lopsided smile, regaining control of the situation.
“Gods, you're eager,” he purred. Tav's eyes flicked to the ground, eyebrows knitting with uncertainty. He hooked a finger under their chin to reassure them. “I like it.”
Tav met his gaze again, a small smile appearing on their face. “I suppose I was eager enough that I didn't… ask many questions. About you.”
Astarion’s stomach clenched, unsure of what to expect. “About me?”
“Yes, well… what you had planned for us tonight,” Tav said shyly, looking again at the ground. “Your… preferences. That sort of thing.”
“I've done it all, practically,” Astarion chuckled with relief. Perhaps a bit arrogant, but he was trying to gauge their reaction. “I can be whatever you want me to be.”
Tav met his eyes again.
“I want you to be yourself,” they said earnestly.
Astarion felt a catch in his throat and swallowed against it. He couldn't think of a clever quip to respond to that.
“I really want to relax tonight, after all this,” Tav went on. Oh, thank the gods, Astarion thought. They were back in his comfort zone - sex, not emotions.
“I'm just a little…” their words trailed off.
“Afraid to turn your back on a vampire?” Astarion joked. Tav let out a surprised laugh, loud and genuine. Gods, they’re adorable.
“You don't need to worry about a thing,” he said, regaining a more serious tone. “I’ll let you set the pace, darling.”
Tav flashed that sweet smile again, leaning in for a kiss. They were more self-assured this time, placing their hands on Astarion's narrow hips and pushing against him of their own accord, trying to get a feel for him through his pants. He inhaled sharply at the sensation, breaking from their kiss and grinding against them. Tav responded with a little moan, deep in their throat.
“I'll bet you look even prettier under your clothes,” Astarion whispered in their ear, eliciting a gasp. “Perhaps I could see you, to confirm.”
“Perhaps.” Tav untucked their shirt, inviting him closer to their skin. He pulled them in for another kiss, leaning back against a big tree. Astarion’s hand moved down between them, sliding under their shirt. He could feel the heat radiating from their core and knew his hand must be cool against their skin. He worked carefully up over their belly to their chest, feeling their breathing speed up in response to his touch.
Instead of undergarments, his fingers grazed the underside of Tav’s bare breasts. He pulled back from their lips a bit, watching as they smiled and flushed at his surprise.
“What an unexpected treat,” Astarion purred, his fingers moving across their smooth breasts before kissing them again. He gently pawed at them, feeling his own cock pulse in response. Tav gasped a bit, excited at the prospect.
Astarion felt their hands move down and tug at the shirt separating them. He moved out of the way as they pulled it up over their head. He stared admiringly for a moment.
“Gods, I was right. Look at you,” Astarion whispered.
Tav moved in for another kiss, their breasts rubbing against his own bare torso. They feel heavenly, he thought, wrapped up in the sensation. He snaked his hand down their belly and over the outside of their pants, pausing briefly to wait for an objection before feeling between their legs.
A quiet moan escaped Tav’s lips. They thrusted towards him a little, their body close enough Astarion could hear their heart pounding. Gods, their blood must be so hot right now.
“I want your cock,” Tav managed amidst their rising intensity. “I want to see you. Touch you.”
Astarion moved his hands to his own waistband, pulling his weapon free, watching their eyes widen at its appearance.
“Oh,” Tav blurted out. Astarion smirked, unphased. He knew he was beautiful. If he was anything, he was that.
After a second to register the new development, Tav reached for him. Their hand was so warm and soft against his skin. Astarion relaxed as they took him in their hand, letting out a sigh of pleasure.
To his surprise, Tav shifted to kneel on the ground. They met his gaze, searching for his permission to act. Taken aback, all Astarion could do was nod, watching as Tav tenderly kissed his hip, and then his cock. They parted their soft lips and licked at him. It had been a long time since anyone did this for him. Normally, he was the one on his knees, eager, convincing, charming.
Tav opened their mouth and surrounded him, sucking him off. Oh, hells, that feels good. He leaned his head back on the tree, his mind gone blank. Their mouth was so hot and smooth inside. He felt their tongue lapping at the underside of his cock as they worked.
Shit. He needed to regain control of the situation. Recall the mission at hand. Gods above, it was difficult. He put a hand to their cheek and they looked up, pulling their head away from him.
“Everything alright?”
“Yes, I just…” Words were evading him. Shit. “Come back up here.”
“Was it good?” Tav asked genuinely, standing to meet him again. “You seem a little-”
Astarion put his finger to their lips, quieting them. He put a hand in their damp hair, and kissed them, hard. He needed them to swoon, to cede control, to let him perform.
Mission accomplished. He felt them melt into him once more, his exposed cock poking at their smooth belly.
“I want to make you feel good, darling,” Astarion whispered, his lips brushing against their ear. “Tonight is for the both of us.”
Tav shivered as he spoke, nodding. He took them by the shoulders and switched them against the tree in his place. He kissed down the side of their neck, to their collarbone and breasts. Astarion took one of their nipples in his mouth and sucked, carefully avoiding contact with his fangs as he did. He could feel them swaying, pressing into him, moaning softly, their heartbeat pounding in his ears.
Astarion moved to his knees, tugging at their waistband and working their pants off. He kissed across their hip bone, mirroring their own actions, slowly working his mouth closer to the center of their pelvis. Tav gasped and wiggled with anticipation.
His mouth finally reached their cunt, where he ran his tongue slowly across, making them shudder. Astarion's right hand snaked up the inside of Tav’s thigh until he reached between their legs, feeling them from below. They're so hot and wet, Gods above. The excitement travelled down through his core and he felt his cock pulse in response.
He looked up at them from where he sat, checking their expression again before sliding a finger inside. Astarion had carefully tended to his hands and nails earlier in the evening, not wanting his claws to interfere. He saw Tav's mouth drop open as he felt for their most sensitive area. He found it with several strokes, giving slight resistance to his touch from inside and making their eyes widen. He joined his finger with a second and put his mouth back to their cunt, lapping at the front of them while he worked.
Astarion closed his eyes and focused on making Tav feel good, using their moans and shallow breaths as guidance. Their pelvis jutted against his mouth as they grew louder.
“That feels amazing,” Tav whimpered. “Oh, Gods, I love it.”
He worked them inside and out with a bit more vigor, glancing up to see their expression. Their head was leaned back against the tree, mouth open and panting. Excellent.
“You look so beautiful,” he purred.
Tav looked down at him, eyelids fluttering. Astarion could feel their thighs and hips begin to shudder. Perfect.
“Oh, I'm-” Tav choked out, eyes widening urgently. “Don't stop, I'm close to-”
Astarion worked even more feverishly, using his tongue and fingers in harmony as they thrusted at him.
“Oh, fuck!” Tav cried out, louder than he expected. He felt their hips jolt towards his face, their cunt pulsing around his fingers. He felt his cock pulse in response, longing to take their place inside.
Tav's thighs relaxed and he felt them start to slide down the tree. He used his shoulder to brace them from between their legs, grabbing onto their hip with his free hand.
“Careful, darling!” Astarion chuckled breathlessly. “A fall would ruin the fun, now wouldn't it?”
He freed himself from between their legs, standing to hold them up while they caught their breath.
“Shall we lay down? Will you be alright without my help?” Astarion asked after a moment. Tav nodded eagerly. He let go and laid out the linen sheet he'd brought along.
“It's not much, but it should keep the dirt off,” he chuckled, eliciting a smile from Tav. They laid down on their side facing away from him, thighs shivering with anticipation. Astarion followed their lead, laying behind them and pulling them into the crook of his body. Such a nice ass.
He disrobed and reached behind himself for the oil he'd brought, Tav peering back at him over their shoulder. He got the bottle open with his teeth and used his free hand to cover his cock thoroughly with the contents. He used the oiled hand to prep them as well, though it wasn’t necessary. They were nearly dripping from before.
“Are you ready?” Astarion asked quietly, knowing what they would answer.
“Yes,” came Tav’s shaky voice back at him. “Gods, yes. Start slow, okay?”
“Of course, darling,” he purred into their ear. “I'll take good care of you.”
Astarion gently pushed their top leg forward with his knee. He put his cock against their most delicate skin, feeling how desperately wet they were before gently pushing inside. Tav gasped and Astarion gave them a moment to settle before pushing himself further in. He kept his hips restrained, moving slowly until he felt Tav's pelvis melt back into his own.
He wrapped his fingers around their hips, pulling them as close to him as possible. They let out a breathy moan, relaxed and open. He rocked forward into them, feeding off their little sounds of pleasure as he fucked them. So smooth and warm. What a nice cunt. He closed his eyes and rested his slick forehead between their shoulder blades.
“Gods, you're so lovely,” Astarion panted at their back. “Oh, darling, you feel amazing.”
“You feel so- oh, so good,” Tav whined, their speech broken up by ragged breaths. “You- oh, Astarion!”
Something tugged uncomfortably in his chest. It had been a while since he’d heard his name said like that. Usually, he avoided giving it out or just lied, trying to avoid attaching his real name to a reputation for luring people into dark alleys. Many people didn't care enough to ask his name at all.
He let them do the work for a moment, grinding their hips back into him as he turned the thought over and over in his head. His mind raced with fragments of nights before.
“Astarionnn,” Tav whimpered, drawing out his name and snapping him back into the moment. “Fuck, you feel so- I’m close-”
Astarion gripped their sides and tilted their hips closer to the ground, using his knee to open their legs wider. Their back arched, pelvis grinding hard against his as they let out broken sounds.
“Ast- oh, I'm- I'm coming,” Tav cried out urgently. He slammed into them, rocking his hips but staying inside as they whimpered and got off. He could feel their heart, smell their blood. Oh, shit. His body suddenly ached with hunger.
“Oh, gods, that was…” Tav glanced back at him as they caught their breath. “Did you…?”
Astarion shook his head, staring blankly down at their skin instead of meeting their gaze. Their scent filled his mind, his stomach aching with the temptation.
Tav’s eyebrows knitted in concern, realizing he'd lost focus. “Are you alright?”
“Your body- I'm starving,” he blurted out. Why in the hells did I say it like that?
“Oh, I thought you… I thought maybe you weren't enjoying it,” Tav said, still panting. “You can have my blood. Whatever you need.”
Astarion's inhibitions melted in an instant. He bit down into their soft, tender neck, feeling their heart pump feverishly as he drank, his hips moving without thinking. The second taste was just as heavenly as the first had been, days before. Mixed with lust and self-satisfaction over his victory, it was nearly overwhelming.
As his hunger eased, he felt his arousal intensify. He started thrusting deep into Tav, hearing them cry out in response. His movements grew more urgent as he felt his self-control slipping. Oh, shit. He restrained his own movements, delaying the inevitable, and reached in front of Tav, using his fingers to work them where they were most sensitive. Panting and whining, Tav pushed their pelvis against his to get as much contact as possible.
“Oh, fuck me!” Tav cried out, gasping for air. “Oh, Astarion! I'm- hahhh-” He felt them pulse around his cock as he’d hoped, the sensation enough to drive him mad.
That was all the self-control he had left. He drank from them needily, breathing spottily, thrusting urgently. He groaned from the very bottom of his chest and came, hard, still latched onto Tav’s neck and buried deep inside of them.
Astarion’s hips and jaw relaxed and he flopped onto his back, panting so hard it made his head light. When he gained the self-awareness to check in with Tav, he saw them on their back, chest rising slower. They gazed over at him, eyelids soft and a little smile on their face.
“That was amazing,” they whispered.
“Yes, it was,” he puffed, still coming down from his own high.
After a few moments of silence, Tav spoke again.
“Astarion… I care about you.”
Oh, shit.
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In the early hours of the morning, Astarion lay back amidst the roots of a huge tree. He had propped himself up comfortably, but wasn't ready to let his guard down yet. He’d snuck into camp earlier for a few things, including a blanket, as Tav said they wanted to stay in the clearing for a while. He couldn’t fault them for it - he hardly felt ready to face the others himself, to answer questions about what they’d been up to.
He looked over to where Tav lay sleeping, head resting on the ground close to his thigh. Their warmth was enticing, but he didn’t want to be touched. Astarion glanced at the small puncture wounds on their neck, remembering how good they had tasted. How they had trusted him.
He chased the thought away. Surely they'd only given their blood over in the heat of ecstasy. But even an hour later, he felt steady and fulfilled. Had they wanted him to feel this way? Were they even thinking straight in the moment? Astarion had given himself, and they drank greedily, selfishly even, but not maliciously. Could he say the same for himself?
I did what I had to, he thought. What he'd done to Tav, charming them into bed to gain their approval, was hardly the same as what had been done to him. Manipulative, certainly. But the moment he'd been waiting for had finally come, and he'd seized it.
He looked up through the leaves to the clear night sky above, hoping to drift away from his own thoughts. His muscles felt warm and relaxed from a fulfilling meal, yet his stomach churned uncomfortably. What in the hells is wrong with me? Astarion had slept with thousands of people in the past two centuries, but tonight had been flavored with something unfamiliar. The feeling wriggled just out of reach when he tried to pin it down.
A chilled breeze caused Tav to stir in their sleep. Astarion glanced down, noticing the blanket had fallen from their shoulders. He adjusted it with a light tug, trying to fix it without waking them. He wasn’t ready for whatever they might say. He’d been rendered speechless by their admission before.
Why should it matter to him? He’d heard similar things out of the mouths of perfect strangers, drawn in by his charming facade, confusing lust for love.
Then again, none of them survived the night.
Astarion’s stomach roiled with the realization, feeling like he might be sick. He hadn’t slept with anyone who lived to tell of the encounter in two hundred years. He couldn’t even remember who he’d been with before he turned; only that he hadn’t been inexperienced. Cazador hadn’t needed to train him in the art of seduction.
Astarion’s legs tensed with the very thought of his captor, as if his body was preparing to run at a moment’s notice. His thigh jerked, disrupting Tav from their peaceful sleep. Gods damn it. Not now. Please, not now.
“Wha- Astarion?” came their quiet voice, bleary and confused.
“Yes,” he choked out, staring up at the sky to avoid their gaze. “I’m here.”
“Oh,” Tav muttered, remembering where they were. “Are you all right? You look… pained.”
Astarion closed his eyes, swallowing against the lump in his throat. Tav didn't know about the hell he'd endured. They didn't need to know. “Yes, I’m fine. Just a little… restless, that’s all.”
“Will you lay with me?” they asked, voice soft with concern. “I know you don’t sleep, but…”
“I suppose so,” Astarion said quietly, after a pause. The prospect was so foreign, but sounded almost pleasant. This openness is but a small indiscretion; nothing more. He could work on regaining control of the situation tomorrow. At first light.
He slid down the tree to lay on his back, willing his muscles to loosen up. Tav snuggled into the crook of his arm, resting their head on his shoulder. The warmth of their skin against his was calming, like laying near the campfire.
The exhaustion of the day before seemed to wash over him all at once. He'd been completely satiated, hips weary, stomach comfortably full. He could feel the gentle waves of rest lapping at the edges of his mind, begging him to finally fall into a trance for the night.
“Thank you,” Tav whispered, their breath slow and hot against his bare chest. “Goodnight.”
“Sweet dreams, darling.”
I absolutely adore one of the first things ascended Astarion can say after the ritual is something to the effect of "I won't bite unless you ask very, very nicely."
Because he's so used to being used, to being someone else's implement. It meshes so well with his desire not to bite Araj at Moonrise, and his happy surprise when the player permits/reinforces him saying 'no'.
The act of biting carries sexual overtones throughout the game and in this absolutely jubilant pronouncement, he's proclaiming that his attention, his affection, his bite is a privilege he and he alone gets to dole out.
And idk this just makes me so happy for him. 🥹
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