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

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60278542

astarion/staeve | 800w

“Hey.” Staeve reached up and stroked Astarion’s cheek with the knuckle of a hesitant finger. “Everything alright?” “Yes,” Astarion lied. “I love you,” he added, sincerely. It wasn't the first time he said it. It wasn't the first time he meant it, either. And yet every time he struggled a little believing it himself.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54153898

this is the equivalent of me snacking out of the fridge while i am supposed to be cooking dinner. i can't leave them alone.

astarion/staeve | 300 words

“What are you making that noise about now?” The droning immediately stuttered to a halt. “Nothing! Nothing, nothing, I was just… thinking.” “And thinking makes you purr?“ It was kind of annoying, in all sincerity. The man purred at everything. Except Astarion, apparently.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53988034

peeps in a certain server (hi sil, hi alex) got me thinking about purring staeve again so here a little something.