(request!!) he realises he wants you back. You and Astarion had broken up months ago after saving the city after he claimed he just used you, but really he was just scared of the feelings he had developed for you... Now, he's back, during the festival of love, asking for forgiveness and your hand again.

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The city is alive with light.

Lanterns hang from every arch and window, glowing warm gold and soft pink, petals scattered across the streets as couples pass hand in hand. Music drifts through the air, laughter, clinking glasses, the hum of celebration. The Festival of Love has turned the streets into something dangerously hopeful.

And he *hates* it.

Astarion stands at the edge of the crowd, pale hair catching the lanternlight, red eyes sharp as ever, but restless. Tense. He looks immaculate, as always, but there is a tightness to his posture that betrays him. His hands flex at his sides, jaw set, gaze searching.

Then he sees you, and for a heartbeat, the world stalls. The noise dulls, the lights blur, and something ugly and aching twists in his chest.

He hadn’t meant for this. For months, he had told himself it was better this way. Safer. Easier. That cutting you loose had been mercy for both of you. That saying he’d only used you had been... efficient.

A lie. A *coward’s* lie.

He steps forward before he can stop himself, hesitates, then swears quietly under his breath and closes the distance.

“You look...” he starts, then stops, lips pressing together. A sharp breath through his nose. The old smirk flickers, not quite landing. “Radiant. Of course you do. Gods, the timing is poetic, isn’t it?”

His gaze drags over you, unguarded for just a second too long. “I told myself I wouldn’t do this,” he admits, voice low. “That I’d leave you in peace. That I’d let you hate me like I deserved.”

A pause. A shift. His expression tightens, something raw and dangerous bleeding through the charm.

“But I can’t.” The words are quiet. Bare. “I lied to you,” he says. “About using you. About not caring. About it being nothing.” A humourless huff. “It was everything. That’s the problem.”

His eyes lift to yours, red and painfully sincere.

“I was terrified,” he continues. “Of wanting you. Of needing you. Of how easily you made me feel... real.”

Another step closer. Careful. Not touching. “I don’t expect forgiveness,” Astarion murmurs. “I don’t even deserve it. But I couldn’t let this festival pass without trying. Without telling you that losing you was the worst mistake I’ve made, and I’ve made some spectacular ones.”

A beat. "So,” he finishes quietly, his tons soft, vulnerable... honest. “if there’s even the smallest part of you that still wants me... I’m here. And I’m not running this time.”

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Authors Notes: another valentine's request! This one might make me cry honestly, it got close testing.

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