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One-night stands are easy. First dates, apparently, are where things become dangerous.
Only hours after leaving Halsin’s bed, Astarion finds himself changing his shirt four times, overthinking a perfectly simple dinner, and insisting to Karlach that it is absolutely not a date.
Then Halsin arrived with flowers.
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- Part 2 of Something Better
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“How old are you, Astarion?”
Astarion is not expecting the question, Halsin can tell by the way he jerks upright, spine straight, shoulders strong.
“Two-hundred-and-forty,” he answers without hesitation. “Give or take a few years.”
Halsin swallows, rewords his question. “How old were you when you were turned?”
Astarion goes quiet. Extremely, cacophonously quiet.
“Thirty-nine,” he finally says, a bolt straight into Halsin’s heart.
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Halsin discovers Astarion was turned before his maturity and all the sacred elven rites that come along with it. Including the sex one.
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Halsin keeps returning for the same drink, the same seat, and the same bartender. For two weeks, Astarion mixes him the perfect Gold Rush while pretending not to notice the lingering looks, shameless flirting, and the fact that Halsin refuses to order from anyone else.
When Halsin stays until closing one rainy night, Astarion finally decides to find out whether he has been coming back for the bourbon–or for something better.
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- Part 1 of Something Better
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To be ensnared in the night by a stranger is embarrassing enough. But when that stranger claims to know the future and begs him to stop Gale from saving the world, Astarion feels himself the pawn of some cosmic joke.
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Halsin leads Astarion to a small clearing just a ways from camp. The stars twinkle like thousands of tiny gems against the dark velvet sky, and the stream reflecting the night as it gently trickles down the glen. As they approach the bank, the soft glow of candlelight catches Astarion's eye. Turning, Astarion sees the washtub Halsin had taken earlier, with three lanterns carefully placed around the tub. The steam rises from the magically heated water, carrying the same herbal scent from before.
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The pale elf stood stock-still. His eyes betrayed no alarm.
“Astarion,” Halsin huffed. “My apologies. I thought myself alone, and must not have been aware of my surroundings. I hope I didn’t startle you.”
Astarion smirked, his frame breaking into the languid, theatrical stance Halsin found familiar. “My dear druid, I live for surprises. And you,” he purred, his eyes sweeping over Halsin’s expansive torso, “are a pleasant surprise indeed.”
Halsin felt his face grow hot. He disregarded the reaction. Astarion wore his flirtation like a cloak; to be donned when useful, and otherwise set aside. He chuckled, “Well, then, I bid you goodnight. If we’re to tackle the Gauntlet of Shar tomorrow, we’ll sorely need our rest. Walk safely.” He sidestepped the smaller elf and made to continue his walk back to camp.
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The love of Astarion's life has disappeared to go live in the daylight with the druids, and Astarion is stuck in the darkness once more, yearning for sunlight with every fibre of his being, while bitterly reflecting on all the things that were denied to him in the end - love, sunlight, the option to kill thousands of people and become a near-god...
Raphael knows Astarion's desperate, and comes to him with not one, but two horrid contract offers that Astarion loathes and dreads in equal measure - but the prize at the end of both are too good to turn down, and he's become too cynical to care about how much of a good idea it is to give his body to a devil for a month or two, because really, comparatively, how bad could it be?
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Astarion is Desperate to escape Cazador. He's willing to anything. Even follow legends and myths to find the cursed Shadow Druid statue and free him. Well.. It sounded easy, but part of that meant... Finishing what the druid and his lover had started centuries ago.
Dear Gods, please don't let anyone come across him ah... *riding* the statue.
(Based on a dark romance fb ad I saw a long time ago about needing to break a petrification curse by having sex with the 'statue' and it stuck in my brain and refused to leave until this happened...)
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Following the acquisition of Aumar Technology Group by Ascension, Astarion gets saddled with managing the worst product imaginable: a smart bed. To make matters worse, the lead engineer, Gale Dekarios, is a thorn in his side.
Gale feels much the same now that he works under the clueless and tempestuous Astarion Ancunin who doesn’t know the first thing about engineering. They are constantly butting heads, and now have to create a ridiculous product no one asked for.
When Cazador sends them off to the Faerun Electronics Expo and Trade Show (FEETS for short) to demo the smart bed, things quickly go awry— and so does any professionalism between them.
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“Astarion.”
Astarion opened his eyes, breath caught in his throat. His skin crawled, cock softening, as he met Halsin’s gaze in the dark. Adjusting took a moment. The world faded into focus in greys, doing nothing to assuage Astarion's panic.
It was clear that Halsin was concerned. He had that strange look about him. The same one he wore when Astarion dodged important conversations like what do you plan to do about the ritual, or are you all right?
It made him feel so… horribly seen.
Astarion can't push memories of Cazador away. When he wakes, Halsin is there to comfort him.
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"Halsin’s complete lack of visible temptation was beginning to feel personal."
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Gandrel is approached by Astarion in the forest at night after Astarion has become aware that he is hunting him, offering a proposition, hoping to trick the Gur, but things do not turn out how he expected.
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Wet seed wild in the hot blind earth by marmaladechainsaw
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
23 Dec 2025
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Astarion bristled all over like an angry cat. He hadn’t only forgotten to tip-toe around the traps—he’d just stepped his whole entire foot on one. “You’re the one who wanted to come to Candlekeep to find a cure, and we were just offered one on a silver platter. We’d be fools to stick our noses up just because the spell doesn’t involve frolicking with ponies through a field of flowers.”
In for a copper, in for a gold. “We’d also be fools to attempt an untested spell that might result in—”
“Irreparable, life-shattering consequences,” Gale supplied, helpfully.
Eruin nodded. “Yes. That.”
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A searching-for-a-cure fic. AKA part 1 in the series where Tav's past comes back to haunt him, Astarion tries bottoming again, and the author lives out her fantasy of Astarion being loved by a hot young stud who worships the ground he walks on (because he deserves it).
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Astarion has spent the years following Tavs death in a self-destructive spiral. Every spare coin he makes is spent either finding his long lost family or numbing his pain with substance abuse.
When another call to adventure reunites him with Halsin, he is forced to confront reawakened desires, not just to be intimate, but to be dominated. He agrees to leave Baldurs Gate and help Halsin rebuild Rethewin, but how can he forget the past when every step forward reminds him of what he left behind? And why is he having such strange dreams?
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“Well, my knowledge of Eldritch sigils is a bit rusty, but if I’m not mistaken this amulet grants its wearer the ability to cast Evard’s black tentacles.”
Gale continued to regard the amulet with a rather smug grin, clearly pleased with his observations.
Admittedly, Astarion’s initial reaction was a bit disappointed, expecting something flashier or more useful. Stealth and deception was more his speed, and not…whatever that was. But he supposed it might have its uses, or at least sell for a pretty penny.
“Well, good to know.”
He held out an expectant hand, and waited for Gale to return the amulet to him. But when the wizard finally stopped his preening and noticed, he was clearly in no rush to hand it back.
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Astarion's eyes go all glassy as you pet down his ribs to his belly, then drag back up again. He really likes heavy-handed petting, you discovered a few nights ago. Perhaps it's because he's naturally cold, but you have a sneaking suspicion that he likes feeling cherished.
You graze his sides with your fingertips, and he giggles, hand pausing its movement on his cock, and you consider not doing it again. But you did like that giggle. He's makes very sweet sounds when he's happy, so you drag your fingertips up his ribs to hear more of them.
For your efforts, you get a full-body shiver and a happy little whine. And you think to yourself, oh, this is going to be fun.
You come back to camp after a long day of tromping through the mountains and find Astarion in your tent.
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In hindsight, maybe agreeing to come along on this trip hadn’t been Astarion’s most brilliant idea. To his surprise and displeasure, Gale had also come, and now they were going to be forced to spend time together.
Also, there was only one bed.
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"I can smell your arousal. Had you been part of our Grove we would have taken delight in your body long ago. But sometimes the Oak Father's will is not for us to understand.”
Astarion is only 39 when he’s assigned to welcome a druid party into Baldur’s Gate. Halsin has a reputation in the city and is all too willing to show the young elf what the touch of another man can do.
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Under Cazador, the title 'boy' was used to degrade. An endearment coated in poison.
Under Halsin, boy is like a prayer.