10 Works by Eluneslights
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A golden ticket named Lady Jade falls into Astarion’s lap when House Selemchant offers him a deal—one that opens the gates to Amn’s glittering aristocracy. In his carefully woven plan, she is merely a steppingstone to the riches, secrets, and power hidden within the Merchant’s Domain.
But when lust sinks its teeth into innocence, and shadows corrupt the courtly splendor, the Vampire Lord will discover that ambition comes with a cost and even the most brilliant plans can shatter in a heartbeat.“Oh, you’re right.” His voice is silk now, deadly smooth. “It’s a terrible idea.”
His face is just inches from yours now. The heat of him surrounds you.
“Because if I had you… I wouldn’t stop.”
His hand rises—fingertips ghosting just above your arm, never touching.
“Because I’d taste every inch of you…Leave bruises that sing pleasure in places only you’d know. Because I’d make you scream my name into a pillow while the entire manor feasts below.”
He tilts his head, studying you like a man pondering a sin worth committing.
“Because I’d ruin you for anyone else.”
A pause.
“Doesn’t it sound so awful… you simply cannot refuse?”
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Captured by the Gur, Astarion finds himself bound in ropes and iron—interrogated, starved, and stripped bare. His only reprieve comes from you, a girl raised by the tribe but never quite at home in it. Kindness can seep deeper than cruelty, but freedom always comes with a price—sometimes, it’s the heart that bleeds first.
“…Thank you.” he whispers after taking a sip. The words barely stir the air.
You settle beside the cage, arms wrapped around your knees, firelight dancing on the ground between you.
For a while, neither of you speaks. Then, softly, you ask:
“How are you?”
He lets out a breath of a laugh. Hollow. Dry. Splintered.
“As well as one can be, passed like cargo from one captor to the next.”
You glance at his trembling hands as he lifts the cup.
“…The voice…” you murmur. “Is it still there?”
He nods once.
“Stronger now. The closer we draw to the city, the louder he gets. And I’m… tired. Starving. He claws at the back of my mind like a wild thing trying to crawl through. I can barely hold him back.”
You rise, determined.
“I’ll be back.”
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Astarion’s restless nights are haunted by dreams he won’t speak of. Satisfying his insatiable hunger on you brings only fleeting relief — until one night, the walls finally crumble and desire and confession collide.
“Truly, you shouldn’t be concerned.” he murmurs, voice thick and dreamy with desire. “Just relax. Let me enjoy you.”
You gasp as he kisses down your body.
“….Astarion.” you whisper. “I love when you enjoy me. I do. But…”
Your words falter as he kisses your thigh—slow, reverent, maddening.
“Shhh…” he hushes, and the sound is almost sweet—if it weren’t soaked in sin. “Maybe I should tell you what I thought about all day long? Make you forget these silly thoughts.”
“Because, darling-all I could think about was you—sweaty, slick, trembling beneath me while I make you scream my name.”
Your breath catches so hard it almost hurts.
He looks up at you, eyes glowing with dangerous adoration.
His hands are pulling at your clothes—slow, sure, stripping you down like it’s his right, his ritual. His mouth keeps trailing lower, worship and possession tangled together in every kiss.
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This fic is a joke that I absolutely am having a blast writing. Tav's faith prevents her from satisfying some of Astarion's sinful desires, until he finds a loophole that could finally bring him relief he so desperately seeks. Now the only issue is he will need some "divine assistance". So... que in Gale. Lol.
“…Brothers and sisters of restraint.” comes the solemn voice of a priest inside “let us remember the words of our Lord Ilmater—He Who Endures. Let us strive not for carnal pleasures, but for spiritual patience. For the body may dock… but never rock.”
Astarion blinks. He leans a little closer, boots silent on the stone path.
Inside, a soft chorus replies in unison:
“Praise be.”
The priest continues, voice echoing with pure, unwavering devotion:
“In times of temptation, we turn not to thrust, but to trust. Not to friction, but to fortitude.”
Astarion stares through the sliver of open door, jaw slowly unhinging.
“Wait. Wait. Did they just say… the body may dock?”
He squints, as if double-checking reality. Acolytes in full ceremonial robes are nodding. No one is laughing. No one is screaming blasphemy. This is real.
“That’s allowed?” he breathes. “That’s canon?”
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He was supposed to use you. Feed, manipulate, survive. But when the bite turns intoxicating—for both of you—the lines between pleasure, power, and trust begin to blur. He thought he lost himself and you want to lose yourself in him, but the initial insatiable lust grows into something much bigger.
“Yes, yes. You saved me – now let me help you” you get up tugging on his hand.
“Stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” he grunts but gets up with you “One might think you’re the one starving here” he adds with a seductive smile.
“Just be quiet” you pull him closer as you lean back onto a stone plated cabinet.
He stares into your eyes for a long moment, then finally gives in.
He moves slowly this time. Carefully. One hand brushes your hair back, fingers lingering at your jaw. The other steadies your shoulder as he leans in. When his lips graze your skin, it’s not like before. There’s no rush. No frenzy. Just cold breath. His mouth carefully clasps your neck and he lingers there for a while- silent, still.
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Ascended Lord Astarion is struggling to process the emotions he is feeling after Tav makes an unfortunate judgement call that could have cost him everything. When one impulsive act nearly gets her killed, Astarion is the one who finds her—broken, bloodied, and barely breathing. What follows is rage, punishment, and the aching truth of love in its most dangerous form. He won’t lose her. Not now. Not ever.
She stops before him. Then lowers herself—kneels—at his feet. Her fingers slide onto his knee, then to his hand, tentative and devoted. Her eyes glisten as she looks up at him.
“Astarion… I’m so sorry.”
His chest constricts.
“What can I do to make it right?” she asks, voice barely a whisper.
And then—gods—her fingers trace up his palm, delicate, slow, like she’s memorizing every line of him.
He wants to drag her into his lap. Wants to kiss away every broken thought, every sorrow filled gaze. Wants to bury himself inside her until she can’t breathe anything but him.
But he forces stillness. Forces silence.
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After the fall of the Elder Brain, you and Ascended Lord Astarion return to the city for a night of celebration with old companions. The wine flows, the laughter lingers, and everything feels almost normal again—until you tease him.
You didn’t know you were starting a game.
But Astarion did.
And he intends to win—spectacularly, thoroughly, and without mercy.
By the time the night ends, restraint will be a memory, pleasure will be a weapon, and you’ll remember exactly who you belong to.
“There she is…” He purrs, lips grazing your jaw as you retreat step by step. “My furious little darling. All fire and heat… and look at you now—melting for me.”
You feel the backs of your knees brush the bed.
“Would you like to hear what I’ll do to you?” he whispers. “Would that help you find your voice again?”
You don’t answer. You can’t. So he continues, lower now, voice like sin corrupting your blood.
“I’m going to peel these clothes off of you—slowly—until you’re bare, shivering and flushed”
He trails his hand down your thigh, over your hip, across your stomach.
“Then I’ll spread you open for me—so wide you’ll feel it in your bones"
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You let Astarion ascend—and regretted it almost instantly. You tried to stay away, desperately fighting the desire to be near the shell of the man you once loved... and somehow still do. But he had other plans. And now you're on your knees, accepting your fate.
You are utterly wrecked, ruined, and ravished as Ascended Lord Astarion fucks you into delirium for three nights straight in a dark, unholy ritual known as The Dark Kiss.
When you awaken, trembling and transformed, you’ll belong to him.
Forever.
He circles you once, slow, languid, eyes gleaming. His breath brushes your ear as he leans close.
“All those lonely nights. Waking up drenched in sweat. Fingers between your thighs, chasing ghosts.”
You flinch. Just slightly. And he stills behind you, his breath brushing your neck.
“Did you scream my name into your pillow and pretend it didn’t mean anything?”
Your lip trembles before your knees do.
“I remember how you sounded” he purrs, circling again. “I remember everything. The way you clung to me. The way you begged. You thought I’d forget? You thought YOU could forget?”
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Set about a year after BG3 events - You and Astarion hit a rough patch, resulting in him accepting Raphael's wicked deal, which if we know Raphael, will turn out not as it seems.
“If the sun keeps behaving so nicely, I might turn into one of those nature loving leaf huggers. We wouldn’t want that to happen now would we, darling?”
“Nothing’s wrong with enjoying nature’s beauty. Besides you’re already halfway there with leaf hugging.” You chuckled, pointing at your bed of blankets and leaves.
“Oh, would it arouse you if I started praying to moss and writing poetry about tree bark?” he said, playfully running his fingers from your chin to your chest.
“Absolutely. Astarion Ancunin, moss cleric. I’m positively burning up already.” you replied winking at him.
You stared at each other for a moment then simultaneously burst into raw, loud laughter, imagining him as a druid.
“We should probably get going.” You said, wiping tears of amusement from the corners of your eyes.
“What time is it?” he asked, reluctantly sitting up.
“Enough that Gale is probably already reorganizing his third stack of spellbooks.”
“God’s help us. Let’s go before he starts naming them.” Astarion groaned.
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Several decades before Baldur’s Gate 3, a seamster’s apprentice meets a silver-haired stranger at Sharess’ Caress. He’s charming. He’s infuriating. He’s unforgettable. And unknown to her, he’s hiding a monstrous truth.
“A Roll of the Die” is a story of first love, betrayal, and the fragile magic of memory. Sometimes, the greatest risk isn’t falling in love—it’s surviving it.“I’m actually here for business. Julio the Facemaker is hosting an event. A Velvet Masquerade. I’m delivering invitations.”
“Julio. That over-perfumed peacock.” he gave a theatrical sigh. “His apprentices are always so... rigid.” His eyes danced over her - her high neckline, her pinned hair. “But I suppose that’s part of the appeal.”
“You’re very sure of yourself.” Tavella narrowed her eyes.
“Oh, darling” he purred, “If you looked like me, wouldn’t you be?”
She bit back a laugh. Gods, he was insufferable. And yet, she couldn’t look away.
“You don’t strike me as the type to deliver messages” he mused. “Too thoughtful. Too easily scandalized. It's adorable.”
“I’m not scandalized” she said, folding her arms.
“Oh no?” he teased. “Then why haven’t you blinked since I sat down?”