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astarion/staeve, 1k words
“Don’t get me wrong, the festivities themselves sound thrilling,” Astarion said, quickly. “The chance of wandering around all night without suspicion, wearing fancy and dramatic outfits, pick-pocketing with no consequence… what’s not to love, especially for a vampire and a rogue like yours truly?” He exaggerated the sing-song in his voice to amuse Staeve, and he was rewarded by a small, charmed smile. He cleared his throat before continuing, a sudden tightness strangling him. “I just have—poor memories of the Night itself.”
a halloween-adjacent fic where astarion and staeve share their experiences with the holiday, and end up having a deeper conversation than either of them expected
staeve belongs to @velnna, thank you as always for letting me play with your boy ♥ also sorry for the spam i forgor about tumblr
Brimsterton | A Staevstarion Regency AU
A/N: Yes hello, I know I haven't posted something I wrote in quite a while. Let's just say I've been busy, but mostly behind the scenes. This however I had written quite a while ago (end of June I think) and I need to get back into the saddle again with posting. So here we are, another trip into Regency AU with @velnna's beloved Staeve (thanks as always for letting me stick him in a costume) and Astarion. Picking off where we left off after the chaise longue incident.
Summary: With a lot mixed feelings after what almost happened between them, a scorching letter is written that reveals genuine truths and brilliant emotions. But the response might not have been what either of them had hoped for...
Pairing: Astarion/Staeve Wordcount: 5,1k Warnings: light implied nsfw
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Hands hastily tore open an envelope. On it, in elegant cursive handwriting that couldn’t be mistaken for anyone but Astarion’s, a name was written, boldly and with gold ink even: Staeve Brimstone.
Shivering fingers took several pages from the torn away paper and unfolded them. Immediately, it was visible that the letter had been written with a plethora of intense emotions: some parts seemed barely readable as if the pen had scarcely made its way across the paper in hesitancy. Others were quite obviously written with such vigour, that the sheets were almost torn and stained with blots of ink from a pen that had been pressed too harshly and hastily onto the paper - way too eager to get out the words.
The hands holding onto the letter kept trembling as the letter was studied. It read:
“My dearly beloved Staeve,
A monster has its teeth in your companions.
It builds nightmares out of their worst memories and drinks their pain.
One of your companions has a particularly bad worst memory.
Dream of Silence Update: Act 1, Patch 1
Dream of Silence Update: Act 2, Patch 1
Act 3 is finished! It's part of this year's Interactive Fiction Competition.
Because of the nature of the competition I had to release Act 3 as a stand-alone game. It's a very odd entry--fan fiction and the third part of a series. I haven't the faintest idea how well it will do, but it's the game my brain wanted to make and I enjoy participating.
You can play Act 3 here. It has a quick-play option that summarizes the first two acts, or you can import your save file from Act 1 or 2.
I'm going to consolidate all the acts and release them as a single game once the competition is over, so if transferring saves is too much bother just wait for that.
The competition welcomes all players to participate by voting on games as long as they follow a few rules. But you can also just go and play. It's a strange and silly place with a lot of experiments and raw stories. My favorite game so far is Deliquescence, which is short but meaningful. And Redjackets is a game about a vampire murdering their abusive sire! Good stuff. Astarion Approves.
Brimsterton | A Staevstarion Regency AU
A/N: So we kind of all had a collective feverdream on a Discord server and what came from it was this Astarion x Staeve Regency AU - namely Brimsterton. Much of this originated when we went ham on the server and ping-ponged ideas around. So, many of these ideas were a collective effort with credit specifically going to @somewhatclear @silmaryel and @astarions-pervert-goth-wife. Thank you guys, mwa! That was so much fun. And ofc also big thanks to @velnna who keeps letting me play with his blorbo. Staeve is my favourite barbie doll! <3 Will I ever come back to this? We will see... ~~~ Summary: Astarion Ancunín, only heir to his family's estate and name, finds himself back in his hometown. Suddenly Duke after his parents untimely demise duty demands he takes matters in his own hands and goes towards an unsure future. But back home is still the same: the same old people, the same old fields. The same old memories, the same old yearning as he meets his childhood friend Staeve again - the reason why he left in the first place all these years ago.
Pairing: Astarion/Staeve Wordcount: 1,7k Warnings: mention of character death
Brimsterton my beloved
How I feel being tagged in a post along @velnna @somewhatclear @astarions-pervert-goth-wife and @justporo
Thank you MAF for creating Staeve and letting us play with him.
❣🖤❣
I just realised ive been forgetting to share a metric ton of them fic here... oh well. you know where to find the series anyway
astarion/staeve, 3.6k words
But the rest of him was buried, buried, buried, the unshakeable fear of a recurring nightmare, of having been once again left to starve for twelve moons, curled on one side in the unfeeling embrace of marble, death and ancient mould his only companions.
astarion gets buried in a cave-in. staeve digs him out, and deals with the aftermath.
loosely set after this comic by @velnna because i'm still insane about them and about the writing in it. thank you as always for letting me play with your boy, i'm never gonna starve.
Fanart for the fic « effigy » on ao3 by Deerna
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astarion & staeve vesta, 1.4k words
“Excuse me,” Vesta whispered, gathering all the courage he had. “Do you need help?” The stranger hadn’t heard him approach. He started badly, his body twitching upright, flattening against the wall like a cornered animal. His eyes were a brilliant, unreal red, the only spot of real colour almost glowing in the grey-scale darkness surrounding them.
what if staeve and astarion met earlier than the tadpole? let's say much earlier.
vesta aka staeve belongs to @velnna thank you as always for letting me play with your boy mwa mwa ♥
A monster has its teeth in your companions.
It builds nightmares out of their worst memories and drinks their pain.
One of your companions has a particularly bad worst memory.
Dream of Silence Update: Act 1, Patch 1
Brimsterton | A Staevstarion Regency AU
A/N: So as I've mentioned before, answering an ask, there's more Regency AU shenanigans with these two. This wonderful, amazing artwork is even a scene happening in this very fic! This brainworm is very deep in my head still, so you'll have to bare with me. @velnna thanks as always for letting me play with your son! And also: this piece is still giving me so many feelings, ugh, I love them.
Summary: Astarion Ancunín and Staeve Brimstone, the two most daring bachelors in town, are crashing a poor lady's soiree and end the night back at the Brimstone estate, laughing and talking on the chaise longue in Staeve's room. They've done this since they've been kids. But somehow, this night, something's different...
Pairing: Astarion/Staeve Wordcount: 2,5k Warnings: light nsfw at the end
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Poor Marquess Wickleston hadn't had nearly a chance when the two most infamous bachelors in town had just appeared in the middle of the crowd of her soiree. Had it only been the son of this wicked Viscount Brimstone she wouldn’t have hesitated to throw him out. But as always he'd been in company of the son of Duke Ancunín. And to throw him out so publicly would have been a scandal of near astronomical grandeur.
And so she had begrudgingly watched the two men as they had riled up a group of recently introduced debutantes like kids chasing through a flock of pigeons for fun. Marquess Wickleston could only hope that this had been the epitome of the excitement as she was fanning herself to keep the simmering anger within her below a boiling point. With a smile plastered onto her face she watched and hoped that neither of the men would have actually dared to defile one of the young ladies’ honour.
A monster has its teeth in your companions.
It builds nightmares out of their worst memories and drinks their pain.
One of your companions has a particularly bad worst memory.
Dream of Silence Update: Act 1, Patch 1
Act 2 is written and programmed.
However, it is an unstable, hot mess of problems. (Much like its protagonist.)
I'm running alpha test on my discord. If you would like to try the early version and help me find errors, you can join it here.
I expect it to be in a state where I'm comfortable posting it on social media in perhaps a week.
kostya & maxim, 652 words
“Are you scared of me, kitten?” Rough with sleep, Maxim’s voice echoed through Kostya’s ribcage, reverberated down his spine. Violet irises peeked from under heavy eyelids.
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if you haven't read the under garden by @velnna, do yourself a favour and go read it ♥ i'll be here writing little fanfiction to tide myself over between one chapter and the next.
thank you for giving us the kittems alex, i love them so much ♥
astarion/elior, 840 words
“I can bleed some into a cup, if it makes you more comfortable,” Elior said, misunderstanding Astarion’s silence. “That would be a waste of perfectly good blood.” Astarion’s mouth felt both dry as bone, and drenched with drool, like a beast getting ready to tear into its prey. “I will gladly bite you."
an alternative take on astarion's first bite
i entirely forgor to cross-post this on my socials, but i wrote a little something for @k-ecus's bday with astarion and his boy elior! hope you enjoy ♥
A/N: Ah yes, you know the drill by now. I play barbies with @velnna's Staeve. And quite often so lately. If you followed me for Astarion, guys, I'm so sorry - but at least he's always in here as well! So this was inspired by something @reijenhere said, namely something along the lines of: what if Astarion notices Staeve has grown first grey hairs. So here we are, thanks again @velnna for letting me play with your son and @reijenhere for the inspo, mwa!
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Astarion woke up in the middle of the night - shaken by nightmares like he sometimes still was. No matter how many years had passed.
The candle on the nightstand hadn’t fully burned down to its butt yet. So warm light still spilled from it, drawing long shadows on the pale elf as he slowly sat up with a silent moan leaving his lips, trying to not wake his partner beside him.
Staeve was sleeping peacefully on his stomach, one arm absentmindedly wrapped around Astarion’s waist, even in his dreams. As if he had felt that his love might need an anchor tonight.
The vampire felt the comforting weight of it as he pressed the balls of his hands to his eyes, leaning his head back against the wooden headboard. With deep breaths, he tried to let the unsettling memories and fear be washed away - piece by piece with every wave of air. Unknowingly adjusting to the calm rhythm of Staeve’s body rising and falling beside him.
Brimsterton | A Staevstarion Regency AU
A/N: So we kind of all had a collective feverdream on a Discord server and what came from it was this Astarion x Staeve Regency AU - namely Brimsterton. Much of this originated when we went ham on the server and ping-ponged ideas around. So, many of these ideas were a collective effort with credit specifically going to @somewhatclear @silmaryel and @astarions-pervert-goth-wife. Thank you guys, mwa! That was so much fun. And ofc also big thanks to @velnna who keeps letting me play with his blorbo. Staeve is my favourite barbie doll! <3 Will I ever come back to this? We will see... ~~~ Summary: Astarion Ancunín, only heir to his family's estate and name, finds himself back in his hometown. Suddenly Duke after his parents untimely demise duty demands he takes matters in his own hands and goes towards an unsure future. But back home is still the same: the same old people, the same old fields. The same old memories, the same old yearning as he meets his childhood friend Staeve again - the reason why he left in the first place all these years ago.
Pairing: Astarion/Staeve Wordcount: 1,7k Warnings: mention of character death
Brimsterton my beloved
