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"And more than anything, she wanted him to learn to truly trust himself. To help him see that he was more than the monster he thought he was.
She didn't let herself dwell on the realization that maybe she wanted the same for herself."
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An Astarion x Dark Urge fic that (loosely) follows in-game events. Expect many emotions, lots of sex, and some angst and violence. POVs will alternate each chapter between our two lovers. Please be aware this fic contains major in-game spoilers, especially for the Dark Urge storyline.
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08 Dec 2025
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Hot. Wet. The flick of a forked tongue along the point of his right ear, not short enough to be an accident, and not long enough to constitute more than an agonizing tease.
The noise Astarion makes might be one of the most undignified sounds to have ever crossed his lips. He doesn’t care.
Avernus rarely offers the chance for downtime (or romance), so Astarion, Wyll, and Karlach have to find ways to make the most of what they're given. Or: the Hells' star polycule discovers elf ear kink.
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07 Dec 2025
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All of your very best traits in a bottle by ShandoraTheExplorer
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
12 Mar 2025
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After visiting Araj and having Dezi tell the Drow to fuck off when she wanted Astarion to bite her, Astarion feels elated. On top of that the potion the Blood Merchant made from Dezi's heavenly blood smells like nothing he's ever smelled before.
Drunk with only the scent of it he steals the flask and finds himself absolutely lost in pleasure.Series
- Part 4 of Daughter of Lathander
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30 Nov 2025
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The wooden box is small and nondescript. Tied shut with a plain, blue ribbon. The both of them stare at it for a long, long moment sitting innocuously on the desk by their door.
“I’m opening it,” Astarion says and gives the ribbon a gentle tug.
It’s made of silk, judging from the texture and easy slide, and he lifts the tiny, metal latch holding it shut.
The inside is filled with more silk, the same, early-dawn blue. He admires the sooth glide of it even as he plucks that up to reveal the item nestled within.
“Huh,” his darling says. Which is her way to say many things, but in this case likely means, “That’s a tiny, metal cock.”
These two losers finally get their hands on a Greater Magic Phallus; Astarion intends to break that in. Thoroughly.
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- Part 12 of these two shitheads
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13 Nov 2025
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Cazador had sunk his fangs into both of them. They’d both been bled dry, hearts cut down to the quick and given over to immortality against their will, their bodies and souls no more than convenient collateral to further the will of a man hellbent on achieving absolute power.
Perhaps, she and Astarion weren’t all that different, after all. But then again, he was the one who had played her for a fool and put her in this position in the first place.
“I don’t owe you anything.”
The words cut across the air between them, vicious and haughty, and the tiny flicker of understanding that had begun to glow in her chest winks out of existence as she strides forward to slam down the old, rotting book in her hand onto the feeble desk he stands just behind.
“Say that again, Astarion. I dare you.”
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In which, once upon a time, Astarion finds his mark for the night and Rin learns the consequences of naivety. Thankfully, they have an eternity together afterwards to sort it all out.
a post-game fic feat. vampirism, the underdark, and a journey.
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31 Oct 2025