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He pushes himself up onto his elbows to look at her. Searches her face. Sometimes when his gaze gets desperate like that, he looks just like their mom. “I’m not trying to hurt you,” he says.
She scoffs. “You ruined my life.”
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a crooked touch (Astarion x m!Tav) by eyes_of_the_lamb
Fandom Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
16 Nov 2024
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“Make it hurt, then. Kiss me like you want to kill me.”
“I can do that.”
Two broken stars in a decaying orbit, passing closer and closer together until the inevitable, devastating collision.
Or, Tav is fucked up and down bad for Astarion, who doesn't quite see the appeal (but he's getting there). Sexual frustration, sloppy handjobs, a heavy dose of masochism, and way too many failed Insight checks ahead. Tav falls first, Astarion falls harder (eventually).
Or, a tragic-but-hopeful romance told through a series of incredibly ill-advised sexual encounters.
If you want to read a story where Astarion is sweet from the start and Tav is here to fix him, this isn't the one. If you want to read about two terribly broken men spending a good long while making each other worse before they make each other better, this might be for you. If you thought the in-game romance was a little too easy and it should have been ten times more painful and difficult to convince Astarion he's worthy of love, this is definitely for you.
Set during the canonical events of Baldur's Gate 3.
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Bookmarked by themangoesgotme
08 Jul 2025
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man what a doozy. really really well written sort of antithesis of durge x astarion. for the first like. half ? of this i was like wow this is so fucked up and strange tell me more. then the last half i was like wow this is so tenderly fucked up. and the last installment fucked me up. and the last two chapters took me forever to read bc i was sobbing over them. really hit me like a truck. i do adore this.
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My version of the Astarion confession scene from Act 2, featuring my Tav, Nivan!
It's pretty tame, but it's an adult game with adult themes, and they are discussing some of them- Hence the M rating.
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Uncertainty flickered across Astarion’s face. A kiss seemed like the natural choice for this kind of confession. For these kinds of desires and feelings floating to the surface. But his mouth was a thing for devouring. Built for blood and pain and sharpness. He did not know how to make it something sweet. Not yet.“Start small,” Nivan suggested, sensing his apprehension. “Something simple.”
Astarion hesitated a moment more before slowly extending an arm toward his lover, the pale fingers of his hand unfurling like a flower reaching for sunlight. He held it out in offering. He held his beath, too. Worried that even this would somehow end up feeling tainted.
Nivan smiled at him, wide and genuine. He pressed a kiss to his own fingers before sliding them into Astarion’s waiting palm. If his heart had still been pumping blood, it would have skipped a beat.
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Kairos bares his neck, displaying the expanse of his throat. “You don’t owe me,” he murmurs, as he beckons Astarion forward. “You told me it was a gift that first time, didn’t you? Gifts aren’t repaid.”
“Hm.” Astarion trails a light touch up Kairos’ throat, forcing him to angle his head back further. “In children’s books, perhaps. You’re rather naive, with fangs at your throat.”
“You’re not very scary,” Kairos responds, and Astarion bites him.
Astarion waits for it to get worse. Strangely, it never does.
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- Part 1 of a manner of irresistible desperation
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Lolth-sworn Nym is on the run. Not the time to get kidnapped by talking squids. Unfortunately, now he has a tadpole in his head and a bunch of "allies" each less trustworthy than the next. But he will make do.
Astarion watches Nym with amusement.
“What,” Nym says.
“Nothing, it’s only the first thing you’ve told me about yourself. If I'd known all I had to do was sleep with you…”
Nym frowns. “Well, that’s not true. You know I’m from Menzoberranzan.”
“Oh, pardon. Such crucial information indeed. You’re a sorcerer from Menzoberranzan and you like pretty colours. I feel like I’ve known you forever."This is comedic in tone but deals with fucked-up people and their badly conceiled emotional bagage. It's chilli-spiced chocolate. Diverges from in-game romance. Gets darker as you go.
Bookmarked by themangoesgotme
04 Jul 2025
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amazing no notes. my beloved.