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whatacaitastrophe · 6 days

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Guilty as Sin?

Summary: After confessing his feelings for Tav, Gale fantasizes about them back in his tent, because he's an idiot who said they needed to wait a little longer to explore their mutual desires.

Rating: Explicit Words: ~1k

Tags: Pillow Humping, Masturbation, Gender neutral Tav, Tav is referred to as "You" Song Inspo: "Guilty as Sin?" - Taylor Swift Author Notes: Shout out to the Magic Man discord server for making me write this, and shout out to Taylor Swift for writing a song about masturbation.

“It’s quite thrilling— to fight off such grim creatures as this region throws at us. Especially at your side.”

Despite the raised eyebrows from Shadowheart and the snide remarks from Astarion (“Really? You’re telling them this now? Right now?”), Gale wasn’t sorry for confessing his attraction to you after the heat of battle. Now that Elminster had quieted the orb in Gale’s chest, he was no longer afraid to be candid about his attraction to you. After all, the mere thought of kissing you was, until recently, a threat to Gale’s very existence. He was touch starved, and now that he could finally do something about it? Why would he wait to finally lay the groundwork of his desires with you until you were alone.

Besides, saying it in front of Astarion also had its perks. The vampire could no longer feign ignorance to the connection Gale shared with you. Therefore, Astarion could no longer continue flirting with you, or do anything else the two of you were doing in the dead of night while everyone else slept, without blatantly walking into Gale’s territory.

Declaring his intentions with you (and hearing you say that you felt the same way) sent a message, loud and clear: You belonged to Gale, and Astarion needed to back the fuck off.

The only misstep Gale made when confessing his attraction to you was insisting that it wasn’t the time or place, that the two of you needed to wait a little longer before exploring your desires. If he’s being honest with himself, that just might be the stupidest thing Gale has ever said.

That was the thought that kept Gale up after everyone else went to sleep, tossing and turning as he silently kicked himself for not immediately inviting you to his tent. There was a reason, of course, Gale wanted the gesture to be as beautiful and grand as the object of his affections, and he couldn’t do it after a full day of flinging spells at shadow-cursed creatures. Damn his lofty ambitions for getting the best of him, even in the simplest ways.

Gale huffed with frustration as he rolled onto his back, the thoughts of you plaguing his mind and making his cock impossibly hard. As Gale slid his hand over his chest, he could only pray that this would be his last night indulging in a fantasy about you instead of indulging in the real thing.

Closing his eyes, Gale started off slowly—palming himself over his pajamas, squeezing his shaft gently. He imagined it was you: You with your soft hands that he’d had the pleasure of brushing against while sitting around the campfire. It was you that slipped deft fingers beneath the hem of his trousers, stroking Gale’s cock with feather light touches. It was you who pulled Gale’s trousers down past his hips, allowing his already leaking cock to spring free from its confines.

“I’ve been waiting for this, for so long.” You said in his mind as he slowly stroked his cock, imagining the way you’d tease him because oh— you would tease him, Gale was certain of it. After all, the two of you had already spent weeks flirting and verbally teasing each other. Why wouldn’t you want to drag it out a little longer.

“Please,” Gale begged audibly, speaking only to the image of you in his head. “I need more.” Gale stroked himself harder as he imagined you complying with his request, leaning forward and enveloping his cock with the wet, hot heat of your mouth. Gale arched his hips into his hand, a soft moan tumbling from his lips at the thought of you swallowing his cock to the hilt until it tickled the back of your throat.

When he couldn’t take it any longer, Gale reached for one of the many pillows he had in his tent and rolled over desperately, placing the pillow between his legs as he straddles it. A soft moan left Gale’s mouth as he braced one hand on the ground and held the pillow in place with the other. As he began grinding against the pillow, the vision in his mind shifted.

You’re beneath him now, your body ready and waiting to take him. Gale imagines what you sound like when you moan as he slides his cock inside of you— how pretty your voice sounds when Gale is the source of your pleasure instead of someone else. How pretty Gale’s name will sound when it’s sung from your lips as he fucks you. A quiet moan passes through Gale’s lips at the thought as he ruts against the pillow, aching and desperate for you.

“Harder.” Your voice is crystal clear in Gale’s mind, as is your body trembling beneath him as he fucks you the way you requested. With a subtle flick of his wrist, the pillow becomes warm beneath him. It’s not quite the same as having a body beneath him, but it will do. Gale’s hips snapped desperately as he chased his pleasure and pretended that it’s not a pillow beneath him, sheathing his cock as he moved, but the velvet warmth of your inner walls.

“Gods, you look incredible,” Gale whimpered softly as he pictured his thick length sliding in and out of you. “You take me so well.” He whispered to no one as he doubled his efforts, hips rutting erratically as Gale’s climax swiftly approached.

“I love you.”

Those were the last words Gale imagined leaving your lips before slapping his hand over his mouth to muffle the moan that escapes him as he cums with a shout. Hot spurts of semen burst from Gale’s cock as he rode the pillow into his own personal oblivion, ruining the fabric beneath him the same way he imagined ruining you.

It was only once his cock was spent and over-sensitive that Gale collapsed onto his bedroll, panting, sweating, and dizzy from the intensity of his climax. The visions of you fade away slowly as Gale stares at the ceiling of his tent, leaving him only as satisfied as one can be after masturbating while the object of their desire slept a dozen feet away: spent, but already aching for more.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow Gale would volunteer to stay back at camp so he could save his strength, so he could save his magic, for you.

Tomorrow, Gale would make you completely and utterly his. He needed to.

Because if he didn’t, he was going to run out of pillows.

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thechaoticdruid · 3 months

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[Firsts] (1/2)

Pairing: Astarion x Named F!Tav

Plot: Astarion's been acting way too flirty lately. Seriously it was starting to weird Winnie out. She knew the man flirted with pretty much everyone in the group, but lately since she'd given him a taste of her blood it seemed much more targeted at her and very aggressive. Could he actually be attracted to her? Pfft! No way!

Content/Warnings: Sexual themes, sexual humor, light smut, no actual sex yet, making out, dry humping, groping, violence, blood, death, Winnie has very low self esteem, Astarion being a perv, Virgin MC, Astarion bullies Gale, Gale has one sided crush on MC, oblivious MC, Astarion being Astarion, body issues.

Second part: [2/2]

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Things had kinda been weird for Winnie ever since she'd discovered one of her companions was a vampire. Astarion had always been rather flirtatious with the members of their merry band of weirdos, but now it was different. Ever since he'd gotten a taste of her blood his flirtations seem much more targeted towards her.

Winnie would most often brush them aside. It didn't mean anything after all. Either Astarion was just a naturally flirty person or he wanted to butter her up so she'd be more likely to let him have more of her blood. The female druid was certain these flirtations weren't anything serious.

Men like Astarion did not pursue women like Winnie. The human female wasn't exactly sure anyone would ever pursue her, but it definitely wouldn't be someone as breathtakingly beautiful as the pale elf.

Winnie glanced around the blighted village before pushing through the door of an old abandoned house as she began to remember something one of the elder druids in her circle said when she was a child. “She's nothing but a weed amongst the flowers.” The old bitch had said. Winnie rolled her eyes with a sigh as the others scouted the area.

“This looks like a suitable place to make camp.” Gale stated, looking around.

“It'll serve.” Lae'zel added and dropped her pack on the ground near an old fireplace.

“It'll be nice to at least have a roof over our heads for once.” Shadowheart chimed in as she walked over and glanced over an arrangement of books that littered one of the walls.

“Pft, if you can even call it that! This hovel is practically crumbling!” Astarion exclaimed.

“If you'd prefer to sleep elsewhere, be my guest.” Winnie replied before setting her own things down.

Wyll looked over the fireplace and checked around the house for any fire wood, but unfortunately there didn't appear to be any in sight.

“We might want to go find some wood to build a fire before nightfall.” He suggested.

“I can do that.” Winnie stood up, “I'll see if there's anything else we can scavenge nearby.”

“I'll go with you. It would only be the gentlemanly thing to do, accompanying a lady.” Gale piped up.

“Yeah sure, come if you want.” Winnie shrugged before turning and leaving the ruined house.

Gale followed after her before the two were also accompanied by Astarion.

“I’m coming too.” He said, sauntering up behind Winnie.

“I'm surprised Astarion. I didn't think manual labor was your forte, nor yours either Gale.” The druid female hummed.

“Well I'm not about to let you go and do all the work alone!” The wizard added.

“And I never said I was going to help, watch Gale fail miserably to impress you perhaps, but I am certainly not going to risk damaging these nails for firewood.” Astarion sassed looking over his pointed vampire spawn claws with a pout.

Winnie rolled her eyes, ”good gods, might as well have let me go alone.” The druid female muttered, walking off ahead of the two men. Her eyes scanned the blighted village. The place was crawling with goblins and even though they let the party pass through on the count of them being ‘True Souls’ Winnie wasn't very convinced that they would be friendly enough to offer her group supplies.

Her and the boys continued to search about, Astarion seeming all too pleased to give Gale a hard time today. Eventually after passing a large gate and strolling towards the edge of the ruined village the three adventures came across a shed.

Winnie stepped towards it, immediately coming to a halt as she began to hear low grunts and moans coming from the other side of the door.

“Oh dear….” Gale exclaimed, a look of horror adorning his bearded face.

“Do I even want to know…?” Winnie turned pale with disgust.

“I do! Sounds absolutely disgusting heh heh heh..”Astarion chuckled with a mischievous glint in his crimson red eyes.

“You want to take a peek be my guest, but don't expect me to rush in after you.” Winnie rolled her eyes looking back at Astarion.

“And here I thought you'd be interested in joining the fun, darling.” Astarion gave Winnie a wink before swinging the door open, a giddy shit eating grin spreading across the pale elf's face.

“Oh gods….” Winnie gasped as she and Gale looked forward seeing a bugbear and a lady ogre in the ahem doggy style position. The two humans' faces were filled with horror and disgust while Astarion still had that same stupid grin on his face.

“WHAT THE HELLS ARE YOU DOING!?” The bugbear screamed as he pulled away from his lover.

“Uh…. I'm very sorry! W-We were just leaving!” Winnie said nervously, face turning red in embarrassment.

“You two make a lovely couple by the way!” Gale said, trying to deflect any tension, but the two lovers did not seem to appreciate the compliment.

“Kinky.” Astarion clicked his tongue with a smirk.

“MOMENT RUINED! I SMASH YOU!” The ogre suddenly pulled out a huge club and slammed it down right in Winnie's direction. Luckily the druid was able to leap back just in the nick of time.

The bugbear began to charge in her direction only to receive an arrow to his shoulder, swiftly shot by Astarion who’d quickly climbed atop some nearby crates. Winnie quickly unsheathed her scimitars from her back, rushing the bugbear and slashing him across the chest. The she-ogre growled and took another swing at Winnie, prompting Gale to cast magic missile hitting both the ogre and bugbear.

The bugbear let out a loud scream of pain before dropping down onto the ground.

“NO GRUKKOH!!!” The ogre shouted, tears welling up in her eyes before she glared at Gale with pure hate and rage. “YOU WILL DIE!!!!”

Quickly before she can move to smite Gale with her club Astarion is quick to notch an arrow and fire it, hitting the ogre right in the left eye. Gale hits her with a bolt of lightning before Winnie makes a dash to run behind her. She then turns and uses her druidic magic to summon a vine from her hand and lasso the ogre’s leg, yanking on it hard. The beastly female tumbled back letting out a cry as she fell to the ground.

Winnie then took the opportunity to leap up on top of her and slam her scimitars right down into the ogre’s chest, piercing her heart. Blood splattered upon the druid as she pulled her blades out of the she-beast’s chest, getting on her face and shoulders. She panted and hopped down off the large corpse. Astarion's ears turned a bit pink as he glanced over at the blood drenched female. Honestly he had to admit…..That was kind of hot…

“A pity we had to put an end to the two lovers.” Gale spoke up.

“Better them than me.” Winnie said wiping a bit of blood off her face.

“Darling, hold on a moment. Allow me to help.” Astarion said, quickly rushing over to where the human female stood. Her strange fushia colored eyes looked back at him with curiosity. The vampire ran his thumb over her cheek, collecting a bit of blood before all too eagerly sucking it off his digit. His thumb pulled out of his mouth with a wet pop. “That was a very….enticing display you know?~” He purred seductively in her ear just quiet enough for Gale not to hear.

“Uh…Thanks…” Winnie looked off to the side checks turning bright red.

“Ahem! Well shouldn't we return to work? The sun’s nearly gone and we have yet to find some firewood!” Gale piped up, trying to change the subject before stepping in between the rogue and druid.

“Actually darling, I think our dear druid should probably take a rest. She did most of the fighting after all.” Astarion put his hand on Gale’s shoulder. “And offering to get the firewood for her would definitely be the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“You're not going to offer to help me are you?” Gale rose an eyebrow.

“Oh gods no! My dear wizard, you can't expect me to leave this sweet little thing all by herself?” Astarion said before moving piece of Winnie’s messy brown locks out of her face.

“I'm perfectly fine guys….I can actually just go get the wood by myself….” Winnie said feeling Astarion's hungry eyes leering at her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Why was he being so aggressive with his flirting today?

Winnie wasn't exactly too worn out, but at the same time she really didn't feel like feeding this overgrown mosquito tonight. Partially because she had been getting devoured by actual mosquitoes left and right since they’d wondering the wilderness.

“I'm not sure if it's wise to leave a lamb alone with a wolf.” Gale gave Astarion a suspicious glare.

“Hey! If anyone’s a wolf it's me!” Winnie pouted and crossed her arms. She was rather offended Gale didn't seem to acknowledge her most used wildshape.

“A wolf and a panther then.” Gale said.

“How dare you! I would never lay a finger on our darling leader!” Astarion crossed his arms.

“Okay, I think we've wasted enough time already.” Winnie said before wild-shaping into a black bear and wandering off to collect the wood herself.

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Later that evening after Winnie had brought back the firewood she shifted back into her human form and hid herself away from the others, making herself comfortable in what was left of the ruined house’s bedroom. She glanced up at the mirror beside her, studying her face. Dark circles colored underneath her eyes, left by sleepless nights. Messy brown locks that never behaved no matter what she did. A scarred lip from her first real battle. And her body oh how she despised it. It was far too plump for her tastes.

"Nothing but a weed amongst the flowers."

“Why would anyone ever fall in love with you? You're disgusting!”

“Just as fat as a deep rothé and twice as ugly!”

“She's definitely gonna die alone.”

Winnie’s brows knitted together before she stood up and slammed the mirror into the wall, shattering it into a million tiny pieces. She breathed in and out, taking a moment to process what she had just done. The young druid honestly had no idea what had come over her. Why were these tormentful thoughts all coming back now?

Surely there were better things to be thinking about!? The disgusting parasite in her brain for one! She needed to get it together, or risk turning into something much more grotesque.

Winnie needed to get some air. She left the house through the back entrance and stepped off into the nearby forest, breathing in and out slowly. She closed her eyes and just took a moment to listen to all the soothing sounds of nature. Frogs croaking, crickets chirping, an owl hooting above the trees and footsteps…

Wait, footsteps!?

Winnie quickly turned around, her hand reaching into her pack for a blade when she noticed a familiar pair of red eyes looking back at her.

“I was hoping I'd finally be able to get you alone.~”

“Astarion? Look, I'm really not in the mood to give you blood tonight. Maybe tomorrow?” Winnie sighed and rubbed the back of her neck.

“Oh, I'm not here for that darling. I'm here for you.” Astarion approached, eyes looking her up and down as his perfect pretty lips formed a painfully fake looking smile.

“You need my help with something?” Winnie tilted her head in confusion.

“In a manner of speaking. I've grown rather attached to you if I'm honest.” Astarion placed a hand on his hip.

“Ah, well that's sweet of you to say. I'm really glad to have made some friends on this journey.” Winnie said with a smile.

“Oh my sweet. I'm not talking about friendship. I'm talking about desire.~” Astarion leaned a bit closer. His breath hit Winnie’s face as he slightly towered over the short female.

“I…. Don't follow….” Winnie said awkwardly. Astarion blinked and then proceeded to pinch the bride of his nose.

“Oh for gods sake. SEX. Darling, I'm talking about sex.” Astarion said with annoyance, crossing his arms. Winnie’s face turned bright red as he finally spelled it out. It finally explained why he seemed so aggressive with his flirting lately. But at the same time Winnie just couldn't believe Astarion was actually making a pass at her. Her of all people!

“You're joking, right?” Winnie chuckled nervously.

“Why would I be?” Astarion gave her a confused look.

“Wouldn't you rather spend a night with one of the others? Lae'zel or Shadowheart? Or maybe even Wyll?” Winnie asked.

“Ha! Please. As if I'd waste my time with one of them! I have standards, dear.” Astarion said sassily.

“I'm just…You have seen me right?” Winnie said, looking away shyly. Astarion couldn't help but frown for a moment. Winnie seemed very....well insecure. It was clear she didn't seem to believe he could in any way find her attractive. He was however quick to resume his flirty persona.

“Indeed, I have and I find you to be rather delectable looking.~”

“Yeah, yeah stop messing with me, okay. It's not funny.” Winnie rolled her eyes and turned to leave. Astarion internally panicked. Fuck. He couldn't let her leave. It would completely ruin his plans!

“I'm not! I crave you!” Astarion quickly grabbed hold of her and pinned her to a tree. Winnie let out a grunt before looking up and blushing darkly.

“I want to feel you squirm under me.~” He said huskily. Winnie was at a complete loss for words. What the hells was she even supposed to fucking say to that!? Her heart was pounding so fast and she honestly felt like if he said one more word she'd faint right there. “And I know you want me too.~ I've seen how you look at me. How your heart races when I'm near. And don't think I haven't noticed the little lustful glances you give my backside you naughty thing!~”

“I-I-I…OKAY YOU'VE MADE YOUR POINT!” Winnie said, and pushed against him, making him back up. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take before she suddenly melted into a puddle. Winnie was not used to this kind of attention at all. “Sorry I just…I'm not used to this…” Winnie said, a bit embarrassed, “feel like I'm going to explode…Heheh…”

“Cute.” Astarion smirked at Winnie’s nervousness.

“I've never been with anyone if I'm honest….Hells I’ve never even been kissed.” Winnie looked down, honestly feeling rather ashamed.

Oh gods, why did you say that!? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Astarion then gently took her hand, “I would be happy to teach you.” He said before planting a soft kiss on her hand. Winnie took a deep breath, nervousness filled her belly. She looked into his eyes and nodded, “okay.”

Astarion cupped her cheek, his crimson red eyes staring into her pink ones as he rubbed a cold thumb over her cheek. Winnie closed her eyes and puckered her lips, slowly anticipating for him to make the next move. She felt his breath hit her face before his soft lips met her own. At first it was sweet and innocent, nothing but a chaste little peck. But then he pushed her back up against the tree and pressed his body against hers. Winnie gasped feeling Astarion grind himself against her, allowing him to snake his tongue into her mouth deeping their kiss. His free hand reached down to cup one of her ass cheeks, giving it a firm squeeze through her pants.

“Mmmm!” Winnie moaned into his mouth, her arms slowly finding their way around his neck as she squirmed. She could feel a hard growing bulge prod her core as he pushed his hips against her own. His tongue swirled around her own, exploring and dominating her mouth, but eventually she was forced to pull back for air. A string of saliva connected their mouths as they pulled back. Winnie panted, staring back at the vampire who was seductively licking his lips. One of his hands was still groping her ass.

“A-Ah!~” The brunette haired druid let out a whimper as the elf pressed his clothed cock into her.

“You make such adorable sounds, darling.” He purred before planting another kiss on her lips. Winnie quickly returned it before Astarion began to move down her jaw, trailing kisses lower.

His tongue lapped over her neck before he quickly began to suck on the delicate skin eagerly.

He kept one hand on her ass while the other reached up to undo her the buttons of her shirt.

Winnie bit her lip as she felt the cool air hit her breasts, her nipples hardening quick.

Astarion smirked, his eyes hungrily eyeing her well endowed assets. Who knew she could fit something so big under her shirt? If he'd known they were this large he'd have bedded her sooner. Astarion licked his lips before leaning in to plant a kiss on top of one of her breasts. Unfortunately before his mouth could make contact with her skin he ended up being rudely interrupted.

“There you two are-” Gale's voice trailed off, his face turned bright red.

“Is everything okay….Oh….” Wyll’s eyes widened as he peaked out from behind Gale.

“What is it? Did something happen!? Oh well that's interesting…” Shadowheart said, appearing behind Wyll.

“Chk! As expected. It was only a matter of time.” Lae'zel seemed completely unfazed as she stood beside Shadowheart.

“Ooh Winnie! Get it!” Karlach cheered, jumping out from behind the others, tail wagging with excitement.

“Do you fucking mind!?” Astarion hissed and pulled back, glaring at the others as Winnie quickly turned away and buttoned up her shirt. This was so fucking embarrassing! Her pink eyes quickly scanned the area for a hole to crawl inside.

“And here I was worried you were planning on eating our dear friend. Although I suppose I'm technically not wrong….” Gale hummed.

To be continued………

Note From TheChaoticDruid: Just gonna say, the last part was inspired by an infamous Dragon Age Inquisition scene. XD And I was going to try to fit both parts into one, but it just got so long that I decided to cut it in half.

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wordtotherose · 7 months

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"Is there a reason we've stopped to block the doorway?" Astarion drawls, taking notice of the building attention they are gathering as the weird group taking up the entrance to the brothel. "It better be a good one if you're looking to continue in this. People tend to get antsy when you block them from their evening's entertainment, you know."

He's stood practically plastered to Elizia's back having not expected her to stop dead at the door of Sharess' Caress. Gale and Shadowheart are behind him and behind them a small line is beginning to form. His lover has got the same tense posture, and he'd be willing to bet expression, that he has previously only witnessed when she has stepped onto a pressure plate trap before he's disarmed it. Part guilt, part embarrassment, and a whole lot of trepidation. He does, just in case, take a quick look at her feet to ascertain that this is not what has happened. The top step is clear of all nefarious meddling, as expected. Which has him returning to his question.

"Well?" He prompts.

She looks over her shoulder at him and he's pleased to know he would have won his bet. "Is there, at all, any way you can think of to get the other two to leave without asking questions? Any fucking way at all, I will only draw the line at murdering them permanently."

He lowers his voice to match her hushed volume, leaning in slightly. "Unfortunately not right now. Gale has been muttering his way through their lunch menu since we started heading here. I mean, I could kill them and stash them until we get back to camp if you don't mind making more of a scene than we are already but that's the best I've got at such short notice."

A shake of the head accompanies a deep sigh. "I thought that might be the case. This is going to fucking suck."

And with that she's pushing the door open and striding in with her head high. Astarion follows, curiosity thoroughly piqued. The Caress is the same as it has always been.

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Plush, deeply coloured furnishings, wait staff dressed skimpily enough to entice but not scandalise the casual lunch goer. There's even familiar faces working the bar and not so terrible singing coming from behind the velvet curtain separating the ground floor into two. He follows Elizia as she leads them up to the bar, watching her closely. He's not sure if it's his mind playing tricks or if she really has started to sway her hips more, and has she actually plastered on a mask of a flirtatious smile or is she grimacing? It's hard to tell when they're not alone or in camp. He barely can tell the differences still and she flirts with him daily on their travels.

"Well, well, well!" A silky voice interrupts his train of thought and he gets a delightful view of Elizia straddling one of the bar stools instead of sitting down like a normal person. "Look what the cat dragged in. It's been a while, wildflower, you certainly are a sight for sore eyes."

The barmaid, possibly the owner of the place if he remembers correctly, lounges over the bartop, the cut of her dress leaving very little to the imagination. Elizia, to Astarion's absolute horror, leans forward herself to provide her cheeks for two loud kisses from the woman before sitting back. It's like he's walked into an alternate reality where Elizia is apparently friendly and charming rather than sarcastically helpful and abrasively short-tempered. There's a sour feeling in his stomach as he stands over her shoulder, completely ignored by this human woman who kisses Elizia in greeting. Without getting a scowl or punched or any sort of repercussion at all. The others don't seem to notice anything out of the usual, instead claiming a table further in to wait out Elizia's apparent gods damned reunion.

"As are you, Ruby," Elizia says, sly and with an actual honest to gods wink, it takes everything Astarion has to not say anything lest he start squawking in indignation, she's never winked at him! "I take it business has been going well?"

The woman- Ruby- waves a hand from side to side. "Good enough. Not as good as when you were around to bring in the hordes but well enough, well enough. I have a room going spare if you're looking for one? Same split as before and all, better if your gentleman here is pitching in."

Astarion chokes on air he doesn't even need. Elizia recovers for him, a much more familiar edge to her voice now. "Not for sale, I'm afraid. I told you years ago, I'm done with it. I don't need the money anymore."

Ruby nods, pushing a glass of wine towards Astarion as he gets his wheezing under control. He takes it gratefully, swigging it down in one despite the taste.

"Yes, you did. I don't think I said it then but I am truly sorry for your loss, flower, he was a gentle one, that kid. Didn't deserve the hand fate dealt him, neither of you."

It takes a second before it clicks in his head. A conversation in a dead field plays out in his memory. Elizia's demeanour barely shifts but he knows her, or at least knows her tells, well enough to jump in at last, steering the conversation elsewhere.

"Are you going to introduce us, darling, or am I to stand here like a particularly fashionable accessory whilst you two catch up?" He keeps his tone light, teasing, and is relieved when she takes it as the lighthearted jab it is.

"I don't know," she teases back, flashing that falsely carefree smile at him. He decides he hates it. "You are just intimidating enough to be an incredibly attractive bodyguard."

"Oh you'll need one of them if you're sticking around," Ruby says with a chuckle that has Astarion looking at her with narrowed eyes.

"And why is that?" He asks.

Ruby nods subtly to a number of guests scattered across the room. "I still get enquiries after you, kid. You are apparently rather hard to forget."

"Oh good," Elizia says through gritted teeth.

Astarion leans in close to her, voice low as possible so only she hears. "Say the word, darling, and we are gone. Or, if you'd rather they go, I will be more than happy to oblige. With great relish if you don't object."

She kisses his cheek and reassures him that she'll be fine, no spilt blood necessary. He backs down reluctantly.

"Dangerous indeed," Ruby muses. "If you're not here to work, what are you here for after so long?"

"Can't a girl just come to visit?"

"Are you paying for this visit?"

"I'm paying for lunch, surely that's good enough?"

Ruby shakes her head. "You know that ain't where the real money is. What about you, you've been here before, haven't you? Hard to forget a face like that."

Astarion looks between the two women, wondering when he'd lost all control of his day. "Um. Hi. Yes. And no."

"You sure about that? We got plenty of types to suit your every fancy, all of them I'm sure would be happy to spend time with the two of you, or just yourself if I've read you wrong."

"No! I mean- yes, we are but no, thank you, to your...types." he splutters his way through, hands waving to really add to his overall look of idiocy, if he could blush he'd be red as the carpets. None would recognise him now as the irrestible seductor he was.

"We're sure," Elizia says, swiftly saving him from further rambling. "We've got business to attend to, I'm afraid."

It's only when Elizia has steered them away and down through the curtain into the adjoining room that he realises she still never introduced him to Ruby. He's lengthening his stride to catch up and quietly ask her when Elizia is suddenly not on the ground and is being spun around in a circle by a very handsome, very happy drow. Who is wearing very little. Elizia is laughing, crying to be put down weakly as she gets spun round and around. Astarion, on reflex, has a blade out ready to take his first opportunity to defend Elizia. Finally letting her go, the man hands Elizia off to a very similar looking female drow who wraps her arms around Elizia's neck and kisses her. For a good time longer than is socially respectable between close friends. The male drow has a hand on Elizia's back still, terrifyingly low and very, very, familiar with her. Astarion stows his blade as Elizia gently pushes the woman back, saying something he can't quite make out.

There's greetings again and another hug between them all and then Elizia is stepping backwards into Astarion, deliberately slotting her back against his chest and covering his hands with her own when he wraps them around her stomach. He props his chin on her shoulder, all too aware of her slight shaking and the tension she normally would have lost from being in his hold by now. He takes deliberately steady measured breaths in the hopes she'll follow his example. She does, thankfully, and the shivering lessens gradually even as she makes introductions.

"So, you two are related and yet offer yourselves up as a package deal? My, you have rather more incestuous friends than I expected, my dear," he tests the waters with a quick kiss over the perpetually bruised bite mark on her neck, she doesn't shy away but doesn't relax any either.

"We are twins, yes, but we are not so corrupt as you are no doubt picturing. Should both our services be called upon we may kiss for their pleasure, and coin, but that is all." It's aggravating how pleasantly the drow responds to his jab, how easily he brushes off Astarion's less than gracious judgement.

"I take it you worked together then, dearest?" He asks Elizia, stamping down on the stupid prickle of jealousy trying to scorch its way up his throat.

"From time to time," Elizia says, not a hint of her discomfort to be seen or heard. "The younger ones tended to go for these two and I often had the elder, something to do with looking young and only being a half elf compared to their hundreds of years."

"Plus she looked absolutely delectable every night. Could charm her way into anyone's gold purse this one," the sister says, clearly thinking it a compliment but Elizia's shift further back into him said enough. "But I take it you know that already," she carries on with a wicked smile, "is he the reason you left?"

"Alas, no," Astarion answers before Elizia can, "I haven't had the pleasure of her company for much longer than a couple of months. Right time, right place, and we've been travelling together since. We've only come back to pass through, won't be staying long, I'm afraid."

Elizia pinches the back of his hand subtly.

"Or maybe we will!" He rushes to add. "Who knows! The whims of fate and the Gods and all."

"Well..." the twins share a look before the female drow, he really didn't pay any attention to their names, continues, "that's...lovely. I'm sure."

"It is," Elizia agrees before extracting herself from Astarion's hold. "It's been lovely catching up but our friends are ordering food and I'm the one paying so we should go make sure they aren't going mad. I'll try and come see you again soon. It's been too long."

There's another round of hugs and then Elizia is taking his hand and leading them back to the others.

"That was far less painful than I expected," she murmurs to him as they approach the table.

Gale is already tucking into a bowl of something steaming, a book spread out in front of him. Shadowheart is methodically picking apart some sort of pie looking bored. He does feel a bit of pity for her, the wizard is not the best dinner conversation. They slide into the chairs left opposite the two, glasses of identical red wine ready and waiting. Astarion starts inspecting it whilst Shadowheart leaps at the chance to have an actual conversation rather than sit in silence. For a cleric she is not best known for her patience nor comfortable relationship with her own thoughts. He supposes he isn't much better but certainly he's less desperate about wanting his due attention.

They've barely been sat down for five minutes before the first of them comes over. Completely uninvited, a tipsy, giggling kaliodescope of a bard is swinging herself into Elizia's lap without so much as a by your leave. Astarion watches, jaw dropped, eyes wide in dismay, as the frankly horrifically dressed tiefling boldly exclaims how much she has missed Elizia these past few years before sticking her tongue down her throat. Gale casts sleep on the girl quickly and that's the first one disposed of. Elizia applogies to them with a world weary look in her eyes and nary a blush to her freckled cheeks. Shadowheart accepts the apology and their conversation continues as if nothing has happened.

The second assailant nearly has Elizia and Astarion's blades through their neck when they approach on silent feet to clap their hands on Elizia's shoulders to shake her in excitment. They don't kiss her at least. Astarion desperately wants to touch her in any number of possessive, and some deprived, ways to put a stop to it all but with every unexpected touch Elizia tenses further and further so he can't. He keenly knows the hunted look in her eyes and he doesn't want to add to it. So he keeps his hands and thoughts to himself as they eat.

The third, and final, person is a human man who looks for all the world like a perfectly decent type until he's crowded Elizia into an alcove on her way back from the bathroom. He watches, empty wine glass cracking under his grip, but doesn't intervene. Won't intervene until Elizia gives him a signal to because she is her own woman, his equal in strength and loyalty and if she can trust him to flirt his way through every conversation then he can trust her to handle herself how she wants. This is all beautiful, wonderful growth that he is sure he will look back on with pride until he smells her blood.

Things happen rather fast at that point.

Shadowheart shouts an exasperated "For fuck's sake, Astarion" as his chair clatters to the ground loudly but he's not listening. He is, as it happens, across the room throttling the man and spitting threats into his face until he runs out of creative ways to describe cutting off his fingers. He lets go and the man bolts. Elizia is stood, seemingly still processing everything.

"Where did he hurt you? Can I touch you, love?"

She nods slowly, eyes following his hands as he inspects her forearms and wrists then tilts her head from side to side to check her neck.

"You're bleeding, Tavaril, I need you to tell me where because I'm quickly running out of places to check that won't have me tracking him down and gutting him in an alley."

A flash of recognition crosses her face and then she's catching his hands in her own, drawing them up to her left ear. His index finger comes away with a small drop of her blood on the tip, her earring was pulled, that's all.

"You've gotten very sensitive about my blood, haven't you?" She sounds like she's mocking him but he can hear the quiver of nerves too. "You didn't do a thing when everyone else was feeling me up but as soon as someone else spills a tiny bit of my blood..."

He pulls away, unhappy with the bitter twist of her lips, the dip in her brow.

"I think you'll find that the first couple of times I was seconds away from feeding them their own tongues. Ask either of the other two, I've practically been twitching the entire time."

"That's a lot of restraint for you."

He shrugs, smiling down at her. "What can I say? I trust you, darling, and I didn't want to make things worse. A first for me, I know."

Her eyes soften and she holds her arms open. "You won't make it worse."

"Mm," he hesitates a moment longer before stepping into the offered hug, tucking his face into her neck to breathe her in. "I can't fault them their adoration for you, I suppose. You are magnificent, after all."

He feels more than hears Elizia's laughter.

"Would you like me to, shall we say step in, next time? Should there unfortunately be a next time."

"Only if you don't mind, I just... it's exhausting and they're more likely to back off quickly if I have a dashing companion to cut in."

He pulls back to check that no actual damage has been done to the tip of her pointed ear. "Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear. I will gladly make a nuisance of myself for your honour. What was that man even doing to tear your piercing like this?"

She rolls her eyes and brushes his hand away to feel it herself. "He never liked my ears, reminded him that I was half-elven and he had some history or some such with elven neighbours and long story short he would cover the tips when he wanted to look at me. He's an idiot and I didn't often let him have his way but when my brother was especially bad, in the winters especially, I had little choice. He paid at least."

There's a fair few things he'd like to say to that but what's done is done and Elizia looks more comfortably herself than she had and he doesn't want to ruin it. Instead he lifts her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the backs of her knuckles.

"I happen to love your ears, my sweet, my half-elven love."

"Oh really?" She asks, teasing properly this time. "I hadn't noticed, what with your fixation with them every time we slept together. Also, laying it on a little thick there."

Astarion groans, dropping his forehead against her still lifted hand. "Do you have any idea how many filthy things I want to say to you right now? You're torturing me, Elizia."

She pats his cheek with her free hand. "You can tell me all about your innuendos later. Gale is about to be propositioned by a man I know has a thing for scholars of all things and I want to see how long Gale takes before he realises he's basically talking dirty to him by telling him about his book."

"Torture. Elizia. Torture. You are a devil in disguise."

"Just a bit of a professional whore," she says, tugging him to the awaiting disaster.

He intertwines their fingers fully, allowing himself to be led. "The best of us are."

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jb-nonsense · 6 months

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Gwen/Gale: “To hold you close is to be next to the heavens, the gods jealous for they do not have the same treasure as I.”

Romantic/Flirting Sentence Starters I modified it to fit

The hammer came down on the crucible, taking out the guardian. But the relief of its defeat wasn’t there for Gwenifar. Gale was too close; he was too injured. Seeing it coming down behind him, right in front of her, Gwenifar knew the shock would be too much. And she didn’t make it in time. The force sent him flying forward and she raced to catch him.

“Gale! No!” He wasn’t responding. She knelt down with him in her arms, looking him over. Fear sank like a cold knife in her cut, her hand cupping his cheek then moving down, trying to feel a pulse. It was there. Good. He was just…Knocked out. But even still. Seeing him like that, bruised, bloodied, and unconscious caused a painful twist in her chest. “Gale, darling. Wake up, please!” A small prayer from her lips and a warmth from her hand as it rested on his chest. A little healing, a little jolt to awaken him.

“Is he…?” Shadowheart began, walking towards them from the lever, preparing her own healing spells. The hand around Gwenifar’s own drew her attention back to him, seeing warm brown eyes gazing up at her.

“You know, being held so close by you,” he managed out, “is to be next to the heavens.” Gwenifar released a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding, smiling, and shaking her head. “I’d bet the gods themselves are jealous.”

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general 2, story 4 and 7, and romance 4 for rosalie for the companion!tav asks!

Hey lovely, thank you for asking!!! <3

2. Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?

Not to be predictable, but Rosalie would absolutely be found crying over something she just killed, so it would be something as follows:

Astarion: do you think she's going to snivel all the way to camp?

Lae'zel: I am unsure what about this encounter recommends her as a worthwhile ally. I hope you are do not continue to be inclined to charity.

Karlach: that's... a lot of pink.

Shadowheart (in the throes of a Nocturne flashback): hmm. There's something familiar about you, but I can't put my finger on what.

4. How do they react to the PC letting Abdirak whip them? (omg I didn't see this was a question I'm dying)

Rosalie: Seems like a worthwhile exercise in religious autoethnography, I'll just... turn and look at this very fascinating wall, and hum. Loudly. (*if flirted with, absolutely gets called out by another companion for taking a peek over her shoulder around CON save no.3*)

7. What can they be found doing at the tiefling/goblin party?

I could not think of something that doesn't step on another companions toes, so I think she's honestly just shitfaced. It would be the first time the PC didn't see her being all prim and proper so she'd just be slurring words and mixing up verbs and overexplaining tiefling revel customs. There would be a persuasion check to either get her to slow down or a persuasion check to get her even more fucked up and if she gets even more fucked up she gives the PC a hug then passes out on their shoulder.

Goblin party... I think she wouldn't be a companion who leaves the party, even though she's good aligned, so you probably find her just as drunk but crying by the lakeshore, and there's a conversation about how maybe she should prioritise reason over emotion if she wants to survive (oh my god, I've just realised her evil ending is volunteering to become the mindflayer over the course of extrapolating that out, HAHAHAHA KILL ME).

4. Do they have a special romance scene at the tiefling/goblin party.

Based on what I wrote above, it is absolutely just her drunkenly hitting on the PC without any fucking finesse. Like, just as awkward as Gale, but with Halsin levels of horny on top. Ends in a "I like you, we should do something about that! Like right now! Please?" (PC gets an insight check that if they pass suggests there's 'something beyond alcohol' making her feel reckless, and there is an option to politely turn her down 'until maybe you're sober and not propositioning two of me', to which she replies defensively 'I can totally handle a threesome!')

Companion!Tav ask list

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emmy-dekarios-bg3 · 18 days

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Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction

Chapter 14 - fireworks and a new baby

We all gather outside in the yard, thrilled about the upcoming fireworks we are about to light off, though I imagine no one is quite as excited as Karlach is. The woman could live in Whizbangs. The point of the fireworks? To celebrate our lives, how we made it, and new beginnings for everyone. The sky is flourishing beautifully with an aura of magenta and violet as the sun begins to rest.

Gale finally makes his way outside with Jenevelle in his arms, ready to socialize and get this party started. He smiles at me as he walks in my direction, his brown eyes darkening from the sleeping sun. The sky is getting darker every second, and during those seconds I can sense Karlach about to explode from the intensity of her excitement. Another reason why I’m glad her engine is fully repaired.

“Well, the baby is changed and we’re good to go. Now Karlach, try to light them up a few more feet away. I don’t want to scare Jenevelle when you set them off,” Gale alerts her. She ecstatically dances as she’s about to set off her first firework of the night, followed by a chaotic laugh from her enjoyment of the first spark.

“Ah, don’t worry pal! I’ve got you. However, I will say I believe she’s going to be a lot like aunty Karlach. The human version of course, in case that wasn’t clear.”

“You know what? I wouldn’t hate that, actually. It would make our days rather exciting.” His gaze is toward me, a cheeky smile still glowing on his face. My favorite smile. That very one that made me fall in love with him the first time I saw it. The one he gave me when I was giving birth to Jenevelle. He proceeds to place his lips on my forehead.

“I go back to work tomorrow. Go mingle with our friends while you can and have some fun. I’ll hold the baby and will let you know when she gets hungry.” Words could never express how much I appreciate this wizard; the love of my life through thick and thin. I kiss Jenevelle on the cheek, noticing her admiring the exquisite outdoor scenery. Living in Waterdeep is the blessing I’ve always needed, and while I’m away from where I grew up, the feeling of being loved will always be present to me.

I walk up to Shadowheart, who is drinking a glass of wine while mingling with Astarion and Halsin.

“Hey everyone, how's it going?” I ask, a smile growing on my face as I approach my friends. The vibe of close ones mingling under the evening sky while fireworks are being set off in the distance is pleasing to the soul, and part of me wants to relive this night over again.

“Just catching up! Though, Astarion is just hanging around. I can’t tell if he’s paying attention or just a little too…erm…drunk,” Shadowheart says, observing his face to try and comprehend his facial expressions. “I live with the guy, yet I can’t fully understand him.”

“Uh! Excuse me! I was simply catching up with Halsin.” His voice is slurred just slightly, as if he’d consumed too much boar blood. It’s good to see him happy and more importantly, healthier than he’s ever been since he’s been in recovery from the years of trauma and abuse. He smiles, laughs, and socializes more than he did before while on our adventures. It’s been pleasant to see.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you and Shadowheart are like siblings who need space from one another,” I tease. I also wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve been flirting with each other, but I didn’t want to say that out loud.

As everyone continues to catch up, the sounds in the surrounding area become muffled, as if someone put a large sack over my head. The world begins to spin as my vision becomes slightly blurred. More vertigo. A sinister yet familiar voice begins to play in the back of my head like an old broken record:

The smell of your blood is desired like the carcass of an animal to a starving wolf.

You will be our servant in the Hells, watching the skin fall off the bodies of those you once knew.

Rotting. Stinking. And you will thirst for more.

The voice sounded like Orin, but I know she’s dead. She can’t come back, but why am I hearing her voice over and over again? Why can’t I get rid of it? It’s been months since it happened last, so why is it still stuck with me like a mosquito on human flesh? I blink repeatedly, trying to ignore the haunting voice. Hopefully no one will notice my unusual behavior, if I’m giving off any suspicion that is. I begin to tune back in, the voices and sounds around me are no longer deeply muffled.

“Yep, in fact, my whole living room is covered in duck decor,” Halsin says, and I’m now confused on how that entire conversation started.

“Fascinating,” Astarion responds with the most sincere of interest. No, really. Ducks. I noticed some of the surviving tieflings from Moonrise made their way, including Rolan, but I was so absorbed into the horrific voice that I didn’t realize any additional people had shown up. What the hell is going on with these deep dissociations?

“Hey, you punk ass winners, the barbecue is ready! When the sky finally turns as dark as Zariel’s heart, I’M GOING TO TOWN ON THESE FIREWORKS!” It appears Karlach’s barbarian shout is still in tact as it was before, though I’m not surprised in any way. At least she knows how to keep me in a lightened spirit, I’ll give her that.

“In case anyone didn’t know, my wife really likes fireworks. As she should,” Wyll says, smiling and shaking his head as he watches her dance from her excitement.

While I thought the annoying vertigo was gone, I was wrong. It continues to hit me like a freight train, my whole body becoming numb, and not in a good way. Could this be Raphael’s doing somehow?

“Oh Gods,” I mumble, not thinking anyone could hear me. Shadowheart immediately turns to look at me with a concerned expression on her face. Gale somehow manages to hear her from across the yard and heads toward me to stand by my side. I, however, don’t want to feel like a burden, especially since weird instances like this seem to only happen when we’re having fun. I just want everyone to enjoy each other’s company without causing a scene.

“Yes, I’m okay, I promise. Um, just some heartburn,” I lie. Luckily, the vertigo fades away again but the sickening feeling continues to linger in my stomach. Whatever this is, I want it to go away. What’s funny is that none of these symptoms I’m having had anything to do with me being pregnant back when. They were just merely a coincidence.

“You’d tell us if anything was wrong, right?”

“Yes, I promise.” Ouch, it hurts to lie out of my teeth like that. Gale gives me a worried look, and I feel like he knows I’m lying, though he doesn’t say anything. I never lie, so something must have given it away.

“Well, let’s eat and watch some fireworks, shall we?” he asks, a fake-smile on his face but I can tell he’s concerned about me. Damn it, Gale.

“Where’s Jene– oh, Karlach again.”

“Bingo.”

The rest of the evening involved a very blood-drunk Astarion, who had hunted a boar followed by a few glasses of wine, which led to some revealing secrets. Though, who knows how much he has left to confess? He’s been talking for over an hour now.

“Well… Probably my last confession for the evening. A lot of you have probably been wondering ‘Astarion, how is it that you’re able to walk in the sun again?’ Well, let’s just say I remedied that, my darlings.”

“Wait, how?” I ask. “Wouldn’t that involve ascension?”

“Ah, there’s always a loophole, my dear. I ended up selling my soul to the archdevil Mephistopheles. I’m not too worried because I was damned anyway.”

“So, in exchange for you being able to walk in the sun, you sold your soul?”

“Correct! As a vampire, I’m bound to the Hells no matter what, so why not make a deal?” I always wondered if that was true. I remember hearing and reading about legends on how vampires were always damned to Hell, and they were meant to be slaves under the doings of Devils. Astarion pretty much confirmed this was true, and I’m actually happy for him. I wonder how he managed to convince Mephistopheles

“Well, that certainly answered all our questions. Shit, I was wondering about this for weeks!” Karlach exclaims. “Phew!”

While I am exhausted from the consistent mingling and staying up later than usual, I did enjoy all the company coming to visit to not only see us, but our new little one. Gale and I head back inside with Jenevelle, and I immediately plop on the sofa so I can nurse her and get her ready for bed. As I’m doing so, I begin to slowly doze off; at least until Gale comes to sit next to me. I wake up, my eyes feeling heavy as drowsiness courses through my body, particularly my mind. I look down at Jenevelle, who is completely milk drunk and asleep on my chest. I smile, stroking her little chunky cheeks with my thumb as I watch her sleep. I never want to let her go.

“I go back to teaching tomorrow, but luckily only for four hours a day now. While I’m thrilled to indulge in books and research, along with teaching students all about magic, I can’t help but think about how much I’ll miss you. How I’ll miss Jenevelle. These last few weeks have been incredible,” he says, his voice in a soft whisper. I can’t help but be relieved that his days will be shorter, because I know postpartum depression will hit before too long, and if it does, I’ll need someone to help get me through it.

“At least your days will be shorter and it shouldn’t be too bad. I believe in you. I’m sure your students miss you like crazy and can’t wait to learn from their favorite professor,” I say with a sleepy smile. I lean my head on his shoulder, falling asleep again, my eyes begging to stay shut. He shakes my shoulder gently and kisses the side of my head.

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed, my love.” We walk to our room and Gale takes Jenevelle from me, gets her dressed, and then places her sleepy body in the bassinet next to our bed. She falls asleep almost immediately, ready for a good night’s sleep. Gale admires her, watching her sleep peacefully for a moment, and I can just see in his chocolate eyes how much he loves our daughter. After a couple minutes, he proceeds to get undressed and crawls into bed with me. I’m living on a prayer with my exhaustion right now. The lights are dim and we curl up with each other under the thick comforters.

“I meant to ask you, I could see in your eyes earlier that something was bothering you,” he says. Oh man, I was hoping he wouldn’t bring it up. “I know you said you were fine, but you know I worry.”

“I heard the voice again,” I say, followed with a sigh. “This time it mentioned the Hells, wanting me to be there as some sort of thrall. If not, then…our child. I’d rather it be me.” Gale’s warm flesh is pressed against mine, making me feel a lingering sense of comfort.

“It may be your mind playing tricks or another devil that isn’t Raphael.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if it is him, though. Why would he set me free so easily?” Gale hesitates, just as puzzled as I am on the matter. He may know a little about devils, but not enough to answer my question.

“I’m so sorry. I wish I had the answers to stop all of this and keep you safe.” I place my hands on his face and stare deep into his glossy dark brown eyes. Just for a moment, I take it all in as I look passionately within him. Our souls connect on a whole new level.

“You always keep me safe. You do everything you can to keep us protected. I hope I’m able to do the same in return. I used to be this all-powerful war cleric, and I sure as hell hope I can be that again.” A light smile curves on his face and he closes his eyes, leaning his head onto mine.

“You still are. This time, you’re a mother, and that doesn’t make you weak or any less than before.” His words soothe me, but in a way I haven’t felt before. My eyes slightly tear up as I feel all the deep emotions within me, but in a good way of course. It’s like when a butterfly flies around the Earth for the first time. When the world sees a rainbow after a vicious storm.

“I feel so much better after that. Thank you.

The following morning, Gale goes back to the Academy to teach, but luckily he has shorter hours than before. Tara keeps me company while he’s away luckily; our baby sleeps a lot. It’s been an adjustment having him go back to Blackstaff, but I’m grateful he’s doing what he’s most passionate about: teaching and providing knowledge to the younger people about the ways of the weave. I am so proud of him. He’s overcome so many obstacles, starting at a young age when it all started with Mystra. Life has been full of challenges for him ever since.

“Oh, the veggies and fruits in the garden appear to be growing well!” Tara exclaims, looking out the window. “Maybe we can do some harvesting. I’m sure baby Jenevelle would love to get some sunshine while we tend to the garden.” I smile, admiring my newborn who lies so contently in my arms.

“That’s a wonderful idea, Tara.” I grab the baby-wearing wrap and place her in it, making sure she’s all snug as a bug. We walk outside to the yard, feeling the warm embrace of the sun. I get on my knees and begin picking all the ripe, fresh foods from our garden. I’m so thankful we’re free from our worries, and enjoying life as we should. After about an hour of gardening, I take the baby inside and prepare myself a delicious lunch, leaving some out for Gale for when he gets home in roughly thirty minutes; I imagine a busy morning leaves him rather hungry at the end of his work day.

After eating lunch, I nurse Jenevelle and notice a strange image in the mirror across from me in the living area, and it looks like a familiar face, though it’s a little obscured. I try to ignore the image and just focus on feeding my little person. As I’m feeding her, I hear the front door open and Gale’s voice saying, “Hello, I’m home!” He notices me on the couch with Jenevelle just nomming away.

“You made me lunch. Thank you.” He kisses the top of my head and looks down at our daughter. “How is Jenevelle?”

“She’s wonderful. She helped me garden outside. Well, I wore her. Still, she enjoyed it nonetheless.”

“Ah, nothing like the pleasure of the blazing sun on a spring day warming up the flesh. I can imagine why she enjoyed it.” Gale finishes up eating his lunch, and then takes the baby from my arms, holding her and admiring her as she gets sleepy. He rocks her gently, staring at her in awe as she begins to fall asleep, not a worry in the world at all. I can’t help but smile, thinking of how life good is now, enjoying it with the two I love most. The void that was once in my heart has blossomed into a field of flowers.

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dacelonovae · 5 months

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muses (this is a very loose list, i might write other chars & update this list occasionally)

astarion (baldurs gate 3)

karlach (baldurs gate 3)

natanael (baldurs gate 3 Tav oc)

emet-selch (ffxiv)

symphanie (ffxiv wol oc)

muse grab bag (im not that confident in these but hey we're all having fun here)

[dame aylin, tara (the tressym), shadowheart, nym orlith, sorn orlith], [clive rosfield, dion lesage], [urianger, the crystal exarch, venat]

rules/bios under cut

Rules

no gods no masters

happy to rp with OCs

no autoship please but we can see where things go!

some of my muses don't care about your boundaries, but i always do. if you're uncomfortable with where a thread is going please let me know and we can find a way to steer it elsewhere. that being said some of my muses can get nasty so keep that in mind

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Bios

Me!: over 21, they/them

astarion: (he/him) i mean, he's astarion. but if you'd like: ~250 yr old bitchy vampire who is various levels of selfish depending on what part of his life you meet him in. very pretty and flirty and is incredibly picky about who he lets touch him, though has a habit of crossing his own boundaries. probably wants to bite you.

karlach: (she/her) loud and brash and if anything happens to her friends she will kill everyone in this room and then explode. ~30 yr old tiefling who laughs through trauma. has an engine for a heart that makes her physically very warm--perhaps even too hot to touch! desperately wants to cuddle and will do so if her engine has been tweaked to let her cool down. can probably beat you in an arm wrestling match.

natanael: (he/him) chill cleric of ilmater (tl;dr god of mercy to those who suffer) who grew up in the streets and came to the church who helped him survive his childhood. half human, half drow. probably the equivalent of mid-thirties in human years. just kind of a nice guy who likes to help others.

emet-selch: (he/him) world's oldest tsundere. thinks he's better than you and your entire species. extremely powerful mage. thousands of years old. technically can sort of shapeshift but doesn't. has been sulking since before humans invented the written word

symphanie: (she/her) viera adventurer who may or may not have saved the world/universe depending on timelines. grew up in an isolated hut in the forest with her loving parents. has learned to be friendly with people but can still be a bit awkward at times. human equivalent of mid-20s.

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At Your Side

Note: I wrote a version of this before, but decided to retire one of the characters. So I rewrote it with Tessa and Bex.

“It’s quite thrilling, to fight off such grim creatures as this region throws at us. Especially being at your side.”

As far as Gale and Tessa were concerned, they were alone. They stared into each other’s eyes as the world faded away. They were oblivious to the entire party of misfits behind them, forced to witness this display of overt horniness.

“I once read a book that explained in some detail the effect a brush with dangers has on one’s desire for… other forms of stimulation. Have you ever read anything on that subject?”

Bex quickly looked around at her comrades. Everyone else had to be equally blown away by this, right? He was doing this now? In front of the whole party?

Karlach watched with an adoring look on her face, like she was watching a romance novel unfold. Bex wasn’t as shocked by this as she would like to be. Wyll gave a sly thumbs up to Gale to encourage him. Wyll had been doing everything in his power to play wingman for Gale. It only seemed fair when Gale had returned the favor for Wyll. They were determined to confide in each other about finding love.

Shadowheart was unmoved. Bex had to admire her dedication to apathy. Bex was surprised by how… unbothered Lae’zel was. It was then it hit her that love and war seemed to go hand-in-hand for the gith. No wonder she saw nothing odd about Gale’s declaration. This was the same woman who carried on about the source of her bruises, after all.

Bex looked to Astarion for some kind of support. Instead, he had a mischievous grin, enjoying the show. He was so adept at that act of flirting, he was relishing Gale’s awkwardness. It was like a wild animal studying a caged one.

Bex turned to Tessa. She had to be mortified––

“Read?” Tessa gave a flirtatious smirk. “I could have written the thing.”

These absolute freaks. Tessa looked ready to jump his bones.

“I believe you. You never looked so beautiful as at the end of a stirring battle, your cheeks flushed, gaze bright, muscles glistening,” he continued. “Perhaps it’s just the thrill of our near-death experience talking. But standing at your side through such darkness and disrepair, it only makes me want you more.”

Gale paused to regroup himself. “Unfortunately this is neither the time nor place to indulge such feelings. So, we must be patient and push all such thoughts aside. For now.”

Though disappointed, Tessa nodded in agreement. Gale placed a hand on the small of her back to guide her to the Last Light Inn.

Bex threw up her hands in confused frustration. Was that normal? Even she wasn’t so sure anymore. Maybe she was the weird one. Yet she’d be lying if she said she hated it. It was cute in its own way. And there was something endearing about two weirdos finding each other.

“Pity,” Astarion commented with a fanged smile. “I thought we’d be getting a show. I can’t say I wouldn’t have enjoyed it, even if it involved Gale.”

Bex met Astarion’s eyes. He seemed to be drinking her in. This certainly shifted the mood for her. She couldn’t hold back a big goofy grin. She wasn’t stupid. She knew Astarion was using her for sex. It’s what most people did even before she met him.

But she still couldn’t resist any scrap of attention he’d give her. Gods, she was pathetic. She lost every right to judge Gale or Tessa. At least Astarion would get to the point and outright ask her for sex. The directness was appreciated, even if it was wrapped in dishonest intentions.

“Don’t you agree?” Astarion’s voice was dangerously low.

Bex nodded. She’d let him win this round of flirting. She did note the irony of her judging Gale just to turn around and flirt over the idea of those two having sex on the battlefield.

Pleased by the confession, Astarion began to follow the rest of the group to Last Light.

“Don’t fall behind, my sweet,” Astarion noted. “You don’t want to be caught in the shadows.”

Bex followed, fully aware she was an absolute freak, too.

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