Gay BG3 One-Shots

Hurt People

Astarion × Lolth-sworn drow male reader

(I don't know a lot about drow hierarchy in BG3, so I'm going with a variant I heard about from somewhere else. In this, you've already slept with Astarion once. Sorry if he feels ooc, I'm not good at channeling characters.)
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(Y/n) found himself tossing and turning once again, unable to get comfortable in his bedroll as the minutes passed on.

His mind was filled with memories of the Underdark and all the cruelty he'd been exposed to down there. Male drow aren't exactly treated with respect...

The (class) curled in on himself, hoping that he'd be able to catch at least an hour of sleep.

Alas, his past decided to be especially cruel tonight. Whenever he managed to start drifting off, he saw flashes of his younger sister's elated face; he felt the pain of her abuse upon his skin.

(Y/n) stared up at the night sky, wondering if he'd ever see it again once this adventure was over.

He didn't want to return to the Underdark...

(E/c) orbs shifted ever so slightly, catching on the sight of Astarion meditating away.

He envied the vampire.

They were so similar, and yet Astarion could still find peace.

It didn't feel fair...

(Y/n)'s head began to hurt, throbbing with more memories he had tried so hard to bury. He felt... impossibly alone.

"..."

The drow crawled over to Astarion's side, kneeling over him and examining that pretty, pale face.

Instinct took over, and he reached out to touch what would surely be cold flesh.

Crimson eyes opened, locking with (Y/n)'s. He didn't look happy.

The drow retracted into himself, feeling even smaller than before.

"S-sorry, I just..."

Astarion remained silent.

(Y/n) began to fiddle with his fingers, not daring to catch the vampire's gaze.

"I... I can't sleep. I wanted to..."

The pale elf sat up, still looking pretty miffed.

"Well... I wanted to ask if I can sleep with you..."

He seemed surprised at that.

"What, you mean... right here? Now?"

(Y/n) glared at him.

"Not like that!"

The (class) closed his eyes, preparing for the worst.

"I'm... having a difficult time right now. I just want to (be held/hold someone)."

Silence filled the air.

"... N-nevermind. Sorry for waking you."

(Y/n) started to heave himself up when Astarion grabbed his arm, pulling him down onto the vampire's bedroll.

Pale arms, lightly warmed by the burning fire, pulled him into Astarion's chest.

It... surprised the Drow.

"You... don't mind?"

"What can I say? I like you."

(Y/n) burrowed into the inviting comfort Astarion offered, wrapping his own arms around the pale elf. His scent alone was relaxing the (class)'s tormented mind.

"I have to say, I'm surprised a drow is seeking comfort from an elf of all people. Then again, I suppose it isn't exactly common for drow to have sex with elves either."

The tone was light-hearted, but (Y/n) felt hurt by his words all the same.

"Care to tell me what could possibly scare a drow?"

Those dreadful memories were already beginning to return.

"I don't know what you've heard about drow, but those living in the Underdark are constantly fighting for survival."

(Y/n) squeezed Astarion tighter.

"The drow hierarchy is cruel; and it isn't limited to just outside the home. If a drow male marries a drow female, he is treated as a slave. His wife may do with him whatever she so pleases."

The (class) was already trembling, remembering all the ways his father had been tortured at the dining table; how his sisters had laughed at their father's screams.

"If he displeases his wife, she may dispose of him in any way she sees fit."

Astarion was surprisingly silent as (Y/n) continued.

"Should he be "lucky" enough to have children with his wife, the children are placed higher than him in the hierarchy. His sons are above him, and his daughters are above his sons."

He could count how many times his mother showed affection to him on one hand. When it came to his father, however... his memories of that man were filled with pleasant Drowic lullabies.

His father, at the very least, cared for him.

(Y/n) missed him dearly.

"His wife twists their daughters to be the same as her. Their sons quickly learn their proper place on the hierarchy beside their father."

He laughed then, a pathetic and tired laugh devoid of humor.

"I remember cradling my little sister in my arms shortly after she was born... I was so excited to be a big brother."

Tears were already starting to form.

"I wasn't old enough to notice the way my father looked at me as I smiled down at her."

Astarion began stroking the drow's hair, threading his fingers through the (long/short) locks.

"... She hurt me. She hurt me, and she didn't stop until I was nearly bleeding to death."

The vampire held (Y/n) closer, enveloping him in a new warmth. His sobs were muffled into the fabric of Astarion's shirt.

"Sh-she hates me... I-I know she does..."

Time continued to march on, as it always does. They spent the rest of that night in peaceful silence.

Only the crackling of fire could be heard when (Y/n) finally drifted off to the land of dreams.