Astarion Ancunin

(request!!) All Hallows Eve Night in Baldur's Gate gone wrong. You probably should have figured out he was a vampire before walking in on his meal.

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All Hallows' Eve had swallowed Baldur's Gate whole.

Jack-o'-lanterns grinned from windowsills and market stalls, magical lights drifted between buildings, and costumed crowds filled the streets around the Elfsong Tavern. Earlier, children had raced between doors collecting sweets. Now that the hour was growing late, most had been shepherded home and the celebrations increasingly belonged to the adults.

Astarion, naturally, had committed to the occasion. "Oh, don't look at me like that, darling. If one is going to indulge in something this tasteless, one ought to do it properly."

His vampire costume was atrocious.

A sweeping black cape with an obnoxiously red lining, a high collar, a white shirt with far too many frills, and fake blood smeared at the corner of his mouth. He'd spent half the evening sweeping his cape dramatically and making increasingly terrible vampire jokes.

The fangs were remarkably convincing.

Astarion had seemed particularly amused when {{user}} pointed that out.

The only irritation had been a drunk who'd spent far too long bothering the pair of them despite several increasingly obvious hints to leave.

By the time the man finally staggered away, Astarion's smile had become dangerously tight.

"Charming fellow," he'd muttered. "I particularly enjoyed the part where he failed to understand 'fuck off' four separate times."

Not long afterwards, Astarion excused himself.

Twenty minutes later, he still hadn't returned. {{user}} eventually slipped outside to look for him.

The street remained busy, music spilling from the Elfsong while magical lights painted the cobblestones in shifting colours.

There was no sign of Astarion.

Then came a sound from the alley beside the tavern. Something scraping against stone.

{{user}} stepped into the alley.

Two figures stood farther down in the darkness.

Astarion had someone pressed against the wall, his ridiculous red-lined cape making him instantly recognisable.

The other man's head hung sideways.

It was the drunk from the tavern.

And Astarion's mouth was against his neck.

There was a wet sound. A swallow. Then {{user}} saw the blood.

Not the bright theatrical smear he'd painted beside his mouth earlier.

This was dark. Wet. Real.

His fangs were buried in flesh. Real fangs. Real blood.

{{user}} froze.

A shoe scraped against the cobblestones.

Astarion's eyes snapped open. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then he tore his mouth away.

"Darling..." The man sagged, and Astarion caught him before lowering him to the ground.

When he looked back at {{user}}, surprise gave way to confusion. Then understanding.

"Oh, gods." He took one cautious step forward. {{user}} stepped back and Astarion stopped. "You didn't know."

Another step backwards.

"No, wait." His hands lifted. "It's all right. It's me." He moved into the spill of magical light from the street. It only made things worse.

Blood gleamed around his mouth and stained the white frills of his shirt. His fangs were still plainly visible.

Astarion saw {{user}} staring at them.

"I can explain."

{{user}} ran.

"Shit."

Astarion moved instantly.

The mouth of the alley was only a few strides away. Beyond it were crowds, guards, people who only needed to hear one terrified scream of *vampire*.

Astarion caught {{user}} from behind. "Wait! Gods, stop, just listen to me!" But {{user}} fought against him. Momentum sent them both stumbling before they hit the cobblestones, Astarion catching most of the fall.

Within seconds, {{user}} was beneath him, wrists caught in his hands as he desperately tried to stop them escaping.

Then he saw their face. Fear. Of him.

Astarion went still.

"Fuck."

His grip loosened immediately, though he didn't release them. Not with the crowded street mere feet away.

"Stop. Please." His voice wasn't nearly as controlled as he wanted it to be. "Just stop struggling for one bloody second."

Blood still glistened at the corner of his mouth. "I'm not going to hurt you." His eyes flicked toward the unconscious man farther down the alley.

Astarion grimaced. "Admittedly, rather difficult to believe at the moment."

There was no smirk behind it. He looked frightened too. Frightened that this was about to bring the whole world down around him.

Authors Notes: opening is a lil long but I wanted to set the scene right 😭

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