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fandom-go-round · 6 months

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Realizing They're in Love: Reader x BG3

Warnings: Implied Internal Trauma, Personal Relationship Issues, Gross Stuff like Falling in Love

Astarion:

He argues with himself for a long time before love comes to mind. It’s bad enough that he’s starting to like you but love? That’s just going to make things even harder. Astarion feels like the more he tries to talk himself out of it, the worse it gets. You corner him after dinner one night and he smiles, turning up the charm. You ignore his nervousness, giving him a simple wooden box. He immediately fills with dread; you want something. Of course you do. He’s not expecting there to be a book inside, the next one in the series he’s reading. You assure him that you don’t want anything in return, giving him a gentle smile before heading to your own tent. His heart thunders in his chest, fingers trailing over the cover. He’s not in love, Astarion tells himself as he goes to start the book. He can’t be but… if he is, it’s not the worst feeling in the world. Not with you.

Gale:

He’s not against falling in love per say, Gale just isn’t looking. Honestly he’s not. This is more social interaction than he’s had in years and he’s not trying to fuck it up, thank you very much. That doesn’t mean he can’t forget himself, especially when you start asking him questions about magic. Gale loves magic most of all and he only realizes he’s been ranting after twenty minutes. He winces, scolding himself mentally and turns to you. You’re both sitting on the floor of his tent, sipping tea in the early afternoon. He fully anticipates that you’re going to half awake, bored to tears and doing something else. Instead, you’re staring at him with rapt attention, eyes bright and small smile on your face. When he’s silent for too long you ask him to keep going, asking if he’ll keep explaining. Gale is more than happy to continue, something warm in his chest. He hopes that you’ll keep looking at him that way even after he stops talking. And you do.

Halsin:

Loud barks and hoots draw Halsin’s attention, the druid looking up from his papers. You’re a bit away from camp, Scratch and the owlbear cub playing with you. The three of you are chasing each other and wrestling, the cub slamming into the back of your knees. Halsin watches you go flying before laughing and grabbing the cub as best you can. You half swing him around, Scratch barking as you send his friend flying. The owlbear cub gives a roar, rolling through the grass and you laugh, chasing after the dog now. Halsin can’t help but smile; you’re so kind of everyone around you and he enjoys that you can relax. He hasn’t been ignorant to the feelings developing in his chest, just focusing on different things. The warmth he feels only grows as he watches you and he vows to talk about it. Halsin is sure he recognizes the looks you send him; he just needs to find the right time.

Karlach:

She realizes she’s in love after a tough fight. Her blood is still pumping and she wants more enemies to show up so she can have an excuse to go wild. You’re joking around with Wyll on the other side of the battlefield, the warlock turning to say something to you. You offer a smile and begin to hike up the slope and trip. Karlach watches in slow motion as you land hard on your ass, sliding down mud straight into the river. Wyll is frozen on the edge of the bank and she quickly makes he way over, worried that you’re injured. By the time she gets over there, you’re laughing loudly, head thrown all the way back. Her heart skips a beat; you’re covered in blood and mud and all sorts of gunk but all she can see is the right smile on your face. She’s in love.

Lae’zel:

Lae’zel doesn’t call it love. It’s admiration, respect for your skills. There are very few people she would follow verses leading herself and she admits that you’re good at it. She also enjoys the sex and that’s always a bonus. The sun is just beginning to go down and you stop on the edge of a cliff to watch. Lae’zel turns to scold you (the group needs to get back to camp) but she’s struck by your figure. You look like a painting, noble and steadfast. Your face is determined but not tense, taking in the sunset. There’s something in your eyes, something softer than she expects and it takes her breath away. She swears to herself and turns away, missing the affectionate look you send her. She’s doesn’t call it love, even if deep, deep down she wishes she could.

Shadowheart:

Night has finally fallen on a long, long day. Shadowheart is thankful that you’re the one with her on first watch tonight; your silence isn’t looming as she prays and the sound of sharpening blades is soothing. There isn’t the need to fill the silence with noise and it feels calm in a way that’s unfamiliar. Usually she finds the night comfortable but cold, like an winter breeze. You’re like the night but warm, a balm on an open wound. She smiles as she watches you, not looking away when you meet her eyes. You smile and she’s filled with affection, even as her hand throbs. The pain is worth it; you make her feel truly seen.

Wyll:

You’re crouched by a small cave, voice low and arm outstretched. The group had just finished a fight, a camp overrun with bandits. Wyll scowled to himself, looking over the bodies strewed over the ground. The people had been innocent and he wished he had been faster. Movement catches the corner of his vision and he turns, watching as, slowly, a child comes out of the cave. They’re covered in dirt and blood but you smile and they take you hand. Wyll can’t the stop the soft look from coming onto his face as you begin the check for wounds. The world can be a dark place but you give him hope; it’s more than he deserves.

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thranduil-aran-edhil · 7 months

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OK, so. Finished my first run. Gotta admit I'm not 100% satisfied with some endings. BUT NO BIGGIE, THAT'S WHAT HEADCANONS ARE FOR, DON'T WORRY I GOT A PERMIT (i'm a Dungeon Master) SO LET'S GO, HC TIME D&D STYLE BC WE STILL GOT 8 LEVELS TO GO: (spoilers for BG3 and Descent Into Avernus going forward)

They'd all stay together and continue to go on adventures, the 8 of them, Tav, Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Gale, Astarion, Wyll, Karlach and Halsin. Found Families stay together. (I do enjoy the polyship aspect too, so just throwing it out there) There's an exchange you can have ingame with an NPC in the Guild and Tav will say the party's name is Wormskulls and I love it. I do also love Tadfools. Maybe they are Wormskulls to the general public and Tadfools to their close friends and allies lol. After the tadpoles are gone I think it would be very useful for them to commission earrings enchanted with Rary's Telepathic Bond. Less invasive than a mindflayer tadpole and just as useful. Also symbolic for Gale. I think the earring would have a pendant of a skull with a serpent coming out of its eye and being bitten by the teeth.

OK SO, my girl Karlach. I haven't romanced her yet, gonna do a run for that. But she's not dying on my watch. She's going back to Avernus, BUT YOU CAN BE SO SURE THAT THE MOMENT THE WHOLE PARTY IS READY WE'RE KICKING DOWN ZARIEL'S DOOR AND KICKING HER ASS. Or giving her her sword back and possibly turning her back into an Angel, something that whatever party of adventurers that managed to save BG and Elturel in Descent Into Avernus CLEARLY didn't do, it would probably not only nullify Mizora's contract with Wyll bc Zariel is now a completely different entity, if you decided to redo Wyll's contract with her, but also would give us a better chance of Zariel taking the infernal engine out of Karlach herself. Maybe turning Wyll into a Devotion Paladin? (more details about Zariel here) I'd ask Jaheira and Minsc to take care of Scratch and Albie (owlbear cub) because the Hells is no place for pets. Even very brave ones. Maybe Halsin's "ending" fits here, taking care of the pets and the kids while everyone goes to Avernus, they leave him with a Sending Stone. And when they are back he's there waiting for them. 🥺

If we saved Duke Ravengard and broke Wyll's contract. (or didn't but are hcing that we broke his contract by defeating/unmaking Zariel) what does that mean to Wyll? I think it be super cool to go more in depth about it. How does he reconsile with his father? Does he accept to be reinstated as heir and becomes the Duke right away or does he think it's best for his father to continue his role a bit longer? Does he even want to be Duke or does he think he can serve the people of the Sword Coast better as an adventurer? If he turns into a Duke, what sort of benefit does that give an adventuring party?

Finding something to make Astarion able to walk in the sun again I've seen people talk about the Ring of the Sun-Walker as if it's from the 5e books, it's not, it's homebrew. HOWEVER, any freaking DM with a heart would create something similar for their player to continue playing without being afraid of dying instantly bc of the sun. The Cloak of Dragomir is canon to the Baldur's Gate videogame universe, so it be a good tie in, but it would be a temporary solution at best since it penalizes the player quite harshly, Strength: -6, Dexterity: -4, Intelligence: -2, Wisdom: -2, Charisma: -4 and Vampire Regeneration divided by 3, to 1 HP per 3 rounds. That being said, I wouldn't make it TOO easy to obtain as there are other ways for Astarion to be safe, like the Darkness spell. It would be interesting to see him (and Tav) struggle a little bit more, really feel the sacrifice Astarion made by rejecting the Ascendance even after they find something to combat the Sunlight Hypersensitivity. Astarion's biological family would be something very interesting to explore in the future. They would be Elves themselves and are most likely still alive, we even have a surname thanks to people analyzing the shit out of that tombstone: Ancunín. As a DM I wouldn't wait for a player to decide to search for these people, I'd throw them at the players! Strolling through the Upper City in a quick shopping trip? You hear a loud gasp, things clattering and bumping into the ground, hurried desperate steps and then someone sobbing "Astarion?? Astarion is that you?!" What do you do?

Visiting Waterdeep and Morena Dekarios. This woman deserves to see her son again, and Gale deserves to finally go back home and see his mom without the burden of an ancient artifact lodged in his chest and a goddess wanting him to kill himself. Would he stay? I'm not sure, he went through an entire Hero's Journey and maybe now home, although pleasant, is not as comforting anymore. Waterdeep is the element of Gale of Waterdeep and he's not him anymore. I think this would be a great premise for a roleplay focused arc. Gale is invited to the Blackstaff Ball for the first time since Mystra shunned him, the Wormskulls are famous now, The New Heros of Baldur's Gate (Gala Episode anyone? All of them SLAYIN with their fits? Poor Halsin totally out of his element). He's once again welcomed into the society of the Lord Mage of Waterdeep and his peers seem to have all but forgotten he was ever a pariah. Is that what he wants? And Waterdeep has many opportunities for more adventure. A paranoid Beholder underground anyone?

Kill the Lich Queen (CLASSIC D&D). Vlaakith IS FINISHED. TIME TO SPELLJAM AND BE SPACE PIRATES YALL. Lae'zel deserves to see this through to the END.

Shadowheart goes through another journey to find out if she wants to truly embrace Selûne or maybe become another thing entirely. Selûne should reach out or Isobel and Dame Aylin would help her out. Or maybe Shadowheart is tired of being a Cleric and following a god. But change and inconsistency is something that is under Selûne's portfolio, she's often followed by those who are lost, so I think she'd find more than fitting for Shadowheart to be a cautious and weary follower of her.

Your Tav's personal stuff. The Dark Urge sounds amazing and I can't wait to do a run with them, but I think most of us got very attached to our Original Characters Do No Steal. So I'm excited to see what people come up with for their Tavs. Otessa, my Tav, doesn't know her dad was a pirate, he never told her, so I expect that his past will come bite him in the ass and she'll have to help him out of that pickle.

When the party has reached level 17, Gale has access to the Wish spell. And I really do think they'd use it to get rid of Astarion's undeath. As a DM I wouldn't let Gale simply get the spell outright, he'd have to research it. Not only that, I don't think Astarion would be totally free of undeath, some remnant of it would linger, he'd probably turn into an Elf that needs blood to survive and is forever locked out of the Call of Arvandor or something. But he'd be mortal and would be able to walk in the sun without that ring, cross bodies of water, wouldn't instadie from pointy wood objects in the chest etc. (i'm writing a little one-shot about this, should post it soon)

#i know this is rambly and i havent seen all the endings/done all the romances but i really wanted to put this out there anyway #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #karlach #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #lae'zel #shadowheart #wyll ravengard #halsin #spoilers #bg3 spoilers #tadfools #wormskulls

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thechaoticdruid · 2 months

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Seriously, now!?

Astarion x Named!Tav

Plot: (Set in late act 1 early act 2) After causing a scene, embarrassing and being shouted at by their own resident wizard, Winnie storms off alone to sulk. Her monthly bleeding is upon her and is making everything seem so much worse! But perhaps her vampiric lover can make it all better?

Warnings/content: Period comfort fic (because I needed it), emotional MC, soft Astarion, Galeshaming (I'm sorry for constantly bullying Gale), Winnie is honestly being a bit petty, but Astarion doesn't care really, he's on her side anyway, angst, fluff, comfort, a wee bit of smut at the end, oral (female receiving), MDNI, possibly ooc moments, possible grammar/ spelling mistakes.

After finding only disappointment and danger from their failure at the githyanki creché, Winnie and her merry band of weirdos were now turning towards the mountain path that would lead them onward to Moonrise. They'd run into a little confrontation on the way, had to fight some undead baddies and then met face to face with the famed 'Elminster.' Winnie had no idea who he was, nor did she really care. All she was concerned with was that this guy came into her camp ate all HER cheese and then told her friend his ex wanted him to go kill himself. Needless to say the young druid was not that impressed. Despite dreaming of being a wizard as a child, Winnie had never heard of this man before. The village she was born in had been pretty cut off from the rest of the world so all the stories of heroes from all over were never told to the children living there.

"I can't believe you! Picking a fight with an old man." Gale exclaimed looking over at Winnie with disapproval.

"Last I thought you said the old man was the strongest wizard in the world." Winnie tilted her head in confusion.

"That's no excuse to get into a fist fight with him! Didn't your parents teach you to respect your elders?!" Gale shouted.

"My Gran taught me to kick ass if someone takes what is mine. Especially my food." Winnie huffed and crossed her arms. Granted Archdruid Winnifred the first was known for being a crazy old crone with a fiery temper and some outdated views. She also seemed much too calm when her husband apparently died in an owlbear attack.

Ah, but Winnie still missed her.

"Oh come on wizard, Winnie's little show was absolutely hilarious! Ahaha!" Astarion giggled. The elven vampire had been watching the chaotic scene unfold with a shit eating grin the entire time. The fact that the druid used none of her powers or weapons just made it all the better. Hells she even bit the old man.

"Hilarious!? She attacked one of the greatest wizards this world has ever known over cheese!!! A child has more restraint for gods' sake!"

"Oh, suck my dick!" Winnie snarled, quite literally making a wolfish growl at the bearded man before stomping off. Gale rubbed his temples before slumping off to his own tent.

"Winnie is rather eccentric at the best of times, but usually not this vicious." Shadowheart piped up, stepping over to join the vampire spawn.

"She has a temper, but I agree she's been acting more irritable than usual. You wouldn't know anything about this would you fangs?" Karlach asked looking over at Astarion.

"Must you assume whenever something goes wrong it's my fault?" Astarion crossed his arms.

"No one is accusing you of anything yet, but you have practically been glued to Winnie's backside as of late." Shadowheart raised an eyebrow.

"Just wanted to know if you knew if there was something going on." The tiefling female added. Astarion rolled his eyes before looking over in the direction of where Winnie had wandered off.

"Oh there is something going on, not that I'm the type to gossip about a woman's personal matters." Astarion ran a hand through his ivory curls.

"Fangs, we all know that's complete bullshit." Karlach looked at him with an unamused expression.

"Well, not about this! It's different. Even I have limits you know." Astarion murmured. He was well aware of Winnie's predicament, and if he had been completely honest he definitely would have gossiped about this sort of thing if it had been anyone else. "But perhaps I can go and calm our feisty little wolf down." The high elf suggested, hoping to keep the others from asking any more questions.

"Alright I'll go try to console Gale I think he's screaming into his pillow again...." Karlach mentioned before her and Shadowheart walked off.

Astarion looked over to where Winnie had wandered up, finding her curled up on her bed-roll under some trees. Winnie whimpered and groaned, clutching her lower stomach in pain.

"In a spot of bother are we?" Astarion looked down at her.

"Leave me alone Astarion!" Winnie snapped before covering herself in her blankets.

"Oh come on, don't be like that. I'm only here to help." Astarion sat down on the bed-roll next to her. "I know you're still mad that the mean wizard yelled at you, but if you want I can go and break his legs? Would that make you happy, dear?" Astarion practically cooed, a small smile formed on his lips as he ran a hand over her back.

"Maybe...." Winnie mumbled and glanced up at him. Astarion smirked, "I thought so." He gently caressed her head.

"I'm.....Sorry....I...I haven't been myself lately...." Winnie confessed before wincing again in pain.

"I know. I can smell the blood..." Astarion said calmly. Winnie turned bright red before hiding her face in her pillow.

"This is so embarrassing!" Winnie whimpered into her pillow. Astarion sighed before laying beside her.

"Well if it's any consolation...You smell absolutely delicious." He grinned looking over her before receiving a light smack on the chest.

"Don't be gross!" Winnie huffed, and then looked up at Astarion who was just staring at her. "I don't want to think about anything.... going on down there....right now... It's too uncomfortable..." She mumbled, before burying her head back into her pillow. Astarion frowned. Comfort was really not his thing. Whenever Winnie was feeling down, usually due to insecurities about her appearance he'd just bed her, compliment her and she'd be happy, but this was different. If she didn't want to be touched he was a little bit at a loss of what to do. Still, these gods damned feelings urged him to try something. Despite his best efforts to avoid it, he was growing attached to her.

"Come back to my tent darling." Astarion whispered as he pushed some of the druid's messy hair behind her ear.

"Astarion I just told you-"

"Not for that. I promise, just let me take care of you." Astarion sat up, looking down at the human female with a softening gaze. Winnie turned towards him and sighed.

"Fine..."

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Winnie followed Astarion back to his tent with her things, she waited a moment for him to go inside and to take care of a few things before entering and setting her stuff down. She placed her bedroll and blankets down before noticing him placing pillows down around her stuff. She stared at him, curiously. Was this all some kind of plot? She wasn't so sure why he seemed to care this much. Astarion would usually mock someone else's pain. Sure the two of them had been sleeping together, but Astarion was quick to return to his usual apathetic self once out of the bedroom so to speak. Mocking any acts of heroism she did.

"Wait here I'll be back." Astarion ruffled her hair with a soft smile. Winnie laid there on the bedding, nuzzled her face into one of the cushy pillows Astarion had set out for her.

He'll probably just want to feed on me later.... That's it.

Winnie reached into her pack and took out a small worn out green dragon plush holding it to her chest for comfort as she curled up.

The others probably made him go after me because I was acting like a lunatic.....They all probably hate me now....

Tears began form in the corners of her eyes as she slid there. Winnie laid her head on one of the pillows before taking in the nice earthy scent of bergamot and rosemary. Her heart ached as she thought about the elf. The druid knew in her heart that it was meaningless, that he was just using her for his own gain, but she just smiled and went along with it, wanting to stay lost in him for as long as she could. With Astarion she felt something no one had ever given her before. She felt wanted. Even if it was all just a beautiful lie.

Winnie huffed, squeezing her eyes shut as tears forced their way out and began to drip down her cheeks.

She could see it happening almost vividly how he'd approach her eventually after everything at Moonrise was settled and done with.

"What were you expecting, some fairytale prince?" He'd laugh at her naivety and shake his head when began to tear up. "This is what I do. I give you a moment of escape with a world endingly beautiful vampire and you satisfy my needs. Cheer up. There's really no one better you could have spent your first time with. Especially with how homely you are."

Winnie sobbed quietly into the pillow. Her mind running wild with self loathing thoughts, imagining several different ways Astarion would break it off with her. Eventually after a while the tent flap opened and she felt a breeze brush over her cheek though she refused to look over. Astarion slipped in, carrying a well stuffed sack over his shoulder. His crimson eyes gazed over Winnie's plump curvaceous form as he sat down beside her on the bed-roll. Astarion set down the sack near the entrance of the tent before looking over Winnie further.

"Darling, I'm back." He said softly before noticing the little stuffed dragon in her arms. "What's this? Really dear a stuffed animal? You're twenty three years-" Astarion stopped his snarky comment as he noticed Winnie's red puffy eyes, her nose sniffling.

"Winnie....Did Gale come by while I was gone? Did he say something to you?" Astarion clenched his fist, about ready to go and shove the wizard inside his own bag of holding.

"No.... Nothing happened..." Winnie muttered. Astarion sighed in relief before looking back at the sack he brought with him. He opened it, taking out some wine and setting it down near the bedding.

"Then why have you been crying, my sweet?" Astarion asked, a worried frown formed over his face. "Was it something I said?"

Winnie huffed and looked back at him.

"No...I'm.......I'm just overwhelmed... Everyone depends on me and now I've gone and made myself look like a fool." Winnie said, half lying and half telling the truth. "And my bleeding isn't making it any better."

Astarion then proceeded to hand the bottle of wine to her. "Perhaps this will help your mood." Winnie looked over the bottle before drinking some. The flavor was sweet with a faint hint of bitterness masked by blackberries. She set it down before noticing Astarion fiddling with the sack again.

"I may have found a rather generous merchant nearby." The pale elf added as he took out a wooden plate with a wedge of cheese and a chicken leg on it. Winnie practically drooled at the sight before shaking her head and thinking.

"Generous? Astarion, what did you do to him?" The druid crossed her arms.

"Nothing! I assure you, he is still very much alive. I didn't hurt him....Much..." Astarion said muttering out the last part with a smirk as he thought back to how he left the merchant tied to a tree after robbing him. Winnie sighed before suddenly grabbing hold of the cheese and taking a bite. Her face almost instantly relaxed into a smile as she savored the taste biting into the chicken next. Astarion watched her contently as he made himself comfortable on the bed-roll beside her. She finished the food before setting the plate to the side and relaxing.

"Thank you. I think I feel a bit better now." Winnie murmured before looking back at Astarion.

"Happy to help, although I do expect to be paid back in full for my trouble." Astarion smiled, lips forming an awkward looking grinch like grin.

"Oh....Um... Would this work?" She pulled down her shirt, exposing her neck and shoulder to him.

"A kiss will do for now." He said, moving her hand away from her neck. Winnie blushed darkly before nodding. The brunette haired female leaned in with her lips puckered before pressing them to his sweetly. Her kiss was chaste and innocent as in lingered upon his lips. He cupped her face, returning it before pulling back and pecking her forehead.

"Ahh!" Winnie grunted in pain as Astarion pulled away, hand moving down clutch her abdomen.

"Fucking hells, why does my body hate me!" She cursed.

"Probably getting back at you for not letting me inside." Astarion joked before moving closer to her. He moved a hand over her stomach. "May I? I won't do anything perverse. I promise."

Winnie bit her lip for a moment before nodding. Astarion slid his hand under her shirt and began to rub soothing gentle circles around her lower stomach. Winnie sighed in relief, before leaning against him. Astarion smiled and laid his head on her shoulder, continuing his motions.

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The next day Gale looked around searching for one of his wizard tomes he'd forgotten he lent to Winnie just a few days prior. The wizard groaned at the prospect of possibly invoking the moody druid's wrath once more, but that was indeed a very important book! Quickly he made his way over to where he remembered Winnie had set up camp before eventually being met with an empty space.

He turned and retraced his steps before looking over to Astarion's crimson red tent with curiosity.

The wizard stepped over towards the shelter cautiously until the faint sound of soft feminine whimpers hit his ears. Inside the tent Winnie laid back against the bed-roll, pillow pulled over her bright red face as she moaned into it. All the while Astarion had his head buried between her legs, one of her thick thighs slung over his shoulder as he feasted on her.

"Uh....Winnie....D-Do you still have that tome I lent you?" The wizard stammered out, face turning bright red.

Astarion's brows knit together in annoyance before he pulled his tongue out of the druid's cunt.

"She's currently quite occupied, Gale. Now do piss off!" The vampire hissed out before returning to ravishing the human female. Winnie herself wasn't able to form any coherent sentences while the pale elf had her in his clutches, but eventually later on she returned Gale's book to him and eventually apologized for the scene she caused yesterday.

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Note from TheChaoticDruid: Hope you enjoyed! I admit this is a completely self indulgent fic that was kinda a spur of the moment thing. I've seen a lot of period comfort fics that more so focus on the pain and mess than the emotional aspects of it so I wanted to put a bit of focus on that, cause honestly when it happens to me I have a tendency to be rather mean. Of course this is a little exaggerated for laughs in the beginning, but sometimes when it happens you feel like everyone is out to get ya and you wanna tear people's heads off over the littlest of things. I was a little afraid I might have made Astarion a little too soft, but given it's close to his act 2 confession I think it can maybe work.

~Druid

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randomfanner · 5 months

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Shadowheart Headcanons

I love Shadowheart, I love being her friend and I do plan on romancing this poor Sweetheart as a Selunite. But right now we are romancing the vampire(and bear) as a Moon Druid.

Going to be her friend in every play through though goddammit. Even the one I make everything go horribly, horribly wrong! (I am not excited for that play through but gods damn if I don't know exactly what kind of character I am going to play!)

Anyway, onto the headcanons!

TW: Religious Trauma, PTSD mentions and general warning that go with Shadowheart's backstory.

So there is not a person in this group who is not extremely touch starved and Shadowheart is the second most desperate to be brought in for some snuggles, right behind Karlach.

Shadowheart cannot and does not remember the last time she got a hug in her life. If you ask if she wants a hug she will deny it at first but "Wait actually it.... doesn't sound horrible I suppose."

(I want to hug everyone, I want there to be an option in friendships where you can ask if they want a hug. You can only do it after certain of their plot but god dammit let me hug them all. After I tell Shadowheart I think she did the right thing I want nothing more then to give her a hug every damn time.)

Shadowheart falls for puppy eyes so easy. Shadowheart will be eating her dinner and Scratch and the Owlbear will sit, stare with their big soft eyes and Shadowheart just gives them both some of her food. She vows it will be the last time.

It never is.

You can also pull this trick to get anything you want from Shadowheart. Whether it be a kiss when she is busy or to completely drag her away from other things, all you have to do is flash puppy eyes and any will she had to tell you 'no' breaks.

Shadowheart had a horse when she was a child and has a natural talent for horseback riding. It is something she long forgot about and her childhood horse did pass of old age, never knowing what happened to his rider. If you are able to save her parents, they tell her all about him.

It makes her cry, but she is glad to know this is something she used too. Shadowheart begins to learn how to ride as soon as she can and gets good at it instantly. It is like riding a bike and she begins to do it to clear her head.

After you both settle down she comes home with two horse calves and she is going to rise them and make it so you can go horse back riding together.

Shadowheart has begun to make a real effort to not pray to the Lady of Loss, however it is hard to stop doing something you have done in years and that has been ingrained into you. It is not as if she means too, and whenever she notices she utter her name, she instantly corrects them to try and follow Selune's prayers.

Isobel and Aylin are actually very good helps during the transition. Aylin knows what sort of disgusting habits the Wench of Loss instils and how hard it can be to shake off. She had seen it first hand after all. However Aylin does er... sometimes overdo it. Isobel is there to tone it down.

Isobel and Shadowheart become drinking and gossip buddies. I have nothing else to add here.

Shadowheart is bad at emotions and sometimes has no idea how to define how she is feeling. Even if it is a good emotion she doesn't always know the exact word for it... and she might begin asking you about it.

Talking about emotions is so beyond new to her she is nearly uncomfortable at first, but she likes to do it. She also begins to want to understand how you feel and hear how you are doing. She is bad at helping you if it hard times but she is going to try her best!

Content Warning for Below!

Shar brought back all the memories of suffering she had inflicted on others. And well Shadowheart doesn't think about it, she tries to not get lost in it... those memories plague her in her sleep. There have been multiple nights she has woken up screaming from memories.

She tends to hold onto your hand for as long as she will let her. She isn't sure if she wants to talk about it or not, sometimes she will sometimes she won't but whatever it feels like that night, by Selune is she glad you are there for her.

It means everything to her.

#shadowheart #shadowheart x tav #bg3 shadowheart #shadowheart x reader #gods favourite princess #shadowheart headcanons #shadowheart bg3 #bg3 #baldur gate iii #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate

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masterangst · 1 month

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General Headcanons that play a part in Post!game long fic of mine

This could also could just be seen as random headcanons I have of the characters based on my playthrough

For starters, Wyll became a Paladin in my playthrough, and I actually think it fits his character very well. Oath of the Ancients, to be exact.

He's in the Hells with Karlach in the beginning, but he still comes and checks on things above

He has no problem living up to the Ancients tenants, and the powers he gained are quite helpful to him in the Hells.

The reason I chose to do this, is because Wyll embodies what a Paladin does. He strives to inspire others and beat back against despair and to help others. He preaches hope and wishes to inspire it in others. He loves his friends and cares deeply about his father and his city and isn't afraid to voice it/do what it takes to protect them.

Though, he struggles with his belief that because he's still tied to Mizora, that he's unworthy of the position, but believes he can do more good than he could before. Considering it's a very powerful combo.

He's also come to accept being a warlock under Mizora, deciding to see the powers given to him because of it as a gift instead of curse.

He's main focus is helping Karlach at the beginning and may develop into something more 👀

Astarion

Him and my Tav, Axel, have become bounty hunters of sorts. It's a great way for Astarion to find people to kill and drink from. "Nobody actually cares about murder, as long as you murder the right people"

He's grown a lot more comfortable with his body and with sex. He still likes to enchant people with his charm, but now he does it cus its fun sometimes

He forces Axel to sleep in luxury and not in a bedroll every night. Also, it is the one that keeps Axels' appearance in check and repairs both of their clothes if they get damaged.

They created a technique together to take down their enemies. Sometimes treating it like a dance as seeing themselves in battle turns them both on. (I can make another post that goes into their relationship a bit more)

Now that he's not malnourished, his eyes have turned less red and his teeth are now not constantly pointy. In other words he appears more human/elfish to others now. He uses that to his advantage

He also has discovered a few abilities that spawn have that Cazador hid from him. Such as spider climbing, though he struggled with it at first. Only Axel knows of this.

Bg3 has almost it's own rules than just normal DnD. Because of this, and based on what is stated and shown in the palace. There is no evidence that the spawn were bound by their coffin like normal dnd. So in my story, that isn't a thing. And I stick with the notion that Astarion isn't forced to sleep during the day, but must at least trance once a day

He also is not the best as writing letters to everyone, but he's always watching over Axels shoulder and butting in to make corrections or add something

Shadowheart

She has a little cottage where she homes Scratch and the Owlbear.

She's not very good at gardening but she's trying. She's determined to have a small garden by the beginning of spring (story is set in winter)

Also went on a few trips to find her connection with Selune

She struggles with overcoming her trauma with her parents and with Shar and feeling worthy of being a follower of Selune

Mostly been traveling and learning more about her parents for now. Has evaded Shar assassins and has a small map of locations she's knowledgeable about of Shars followers. She intends to use it someday, but not yet.

I imagine she gets lonely and wishes to be with the others again. Though she sleeps with Scratch every night and the Owlbear sleeps on the floor by her bed.

Scratch accompanies her on her travels and makes sure she's eaten and lifts her spirits when she's sad

Her and Axel write to each other all the time and she sees him like an older brother even though hes younger (she's 48, he's 39)

The only other person she's spent time with is Gale. She stayed with him when she went to the temple of Selune in Waterdeep. They also write occasionally.

Gale

Gale is quite content with being a professor. He feels like he doesn't have that dying need to prove himself all the time anymore

Though he still wishes to be recognized by his peers at the academy

Also has tried to rekindle his relationship with Elminster, but hasn't seen him in person yet

He still feels very lonely, however, and frustrated he's having to rebuild his career in a sense. He misses being on adventures and the people he considers his real friends

He keeps in regular contact with Wyll and Axel the most. Gale helps keep Wyll informed of upstairs news and gives him new things to read to keep him company. Also has decided that Wyll must be his invite to the Blackstaff ball.

Wyll forces Gales to practice his dancing and they exchange recipes as well

Gale considers Wyll his best friend, but won't say it aloud or admit to it. It's like a mother who says she doesn't have a favorite child but clearly does.

Wyll also considers him a best friend, but also besides Karlach

Karlach

She didn't want to go back to the Hells. She was terrified and was ready to die, but having someone there helps.

She's tired of constantly fighting, I mean it's fun and all, but it's also tiring

She wants to settle down in Baldur’s Gate and have a place big enough for all her friends to visit her

The reunion party reminded her why she's still fighting. So she can come home and go on adventures again

Her and Axel are the closest. Axel was the first leader Karlach ever fully admired and didn't grow to regret it. She's also the only one who knows things others do not about him, and she takes pride in that.

She loves the color Pink and she can't wait to wear pretty dresses at the Blackstaff Ball no one tell Gale she's coming too

Sneaks away to relieve her sexual tension and lies about it. She lives with the guilt.

Is much like Astarion when it comes to letter writing. She looks over Wylls shoulder and makes comments about what he should write and how dumb the companions are sometimes.

Lae'zel

She won't be in my story very much, because she's off trying to fight/negotiate a war, since Orpheus was sacrificed.

To be frank, Lae'zels arc is my my favorite one. Especially if you choose the route to go against her queen. She's a beautiful character. Anyways.

She's a bit busy with the rebel forces but she holds onto a memento given to her by Axel to remind her that peace sometimes works better than violence.

She misses her friends on the Material plane and fully intends on seeing them in the flesh once her battle is done.

Also checks in a lot with the hatchling Xan

She can't write to her friends, but she knows they are rooting for her

By the end of the game, her and Shadowheart had made up their differences and actually became friends

In terms of everyone together. I like to imagine that a permanent side effect of the worm is that now everyone must rebuild their stats.

I'm sure I have more, so maybe I will make another post. But I was thinking of the things that play into my long fic as well.

#i just love all the characters #also im half asleep so excuse the mess #astarion #Lae'zel #wyll ravengard #bg3 gale #karlach #shadowheart bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 spoilers #post game #my thoughts #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #Karlach/Wyll #bg3 headcanons #gale of waterdeep #astarion ancunin #shadowheart

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jbbartram-illu · 1 year

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Uh… hi! It’s uh… me again.

Sorry for popping into your inbox so much. It’s just that I’m a beginner ceramicist and I’m fascinated and awed by your work. (It also doesn’t help that my irl teacher doesn’t know what she’s doing). I’ve got some questions about the way that you bring your adorable creechurs to life.

What is the method of layering clay and then carving out designs in the different coloured clay? I find it really interesting, tbh

Where does the process start? Do you like, start with a sketch? Or with like an “I want to make a cute creature.” Sorta vibe?

And uh, what kinds of glaze do you use? Any tips?

Sorryagainforaskingsomanyquestionsitsjustthatiloveyourworksomuch!

Have a nice day!

Hey, @drgalacticcandy! This ask (which please, never apologize for sending an ask! I love them!! Also thank you for your kind words about my work!) came at a perfect time because your first Q is answered by another ask I just responded to in great depth!

The technique where I carve out designs is called sgraffito & I just wrote a small novella about the technique here!

In terms of the creative process, it depends on the creature! Almost all of them need some sort of photo-reference at some point, especially the ones I want to look more like an actual creature that exists (eg. my bird ladies, the pod guys).

For things like the sphinxes and the ungulates, I did peek at some photo reference at the very start (looked at some cats for sphinx anatomy & lots of musk oxen & goats for the ungulates), but am now just going off of what's goopin' around in my brain. I do sometimes still do sketches for the designs I make a lot, especially when I want to do a new body shape, eg. this flying guy.

I did quite a few sketches for the Puffin BirdLady because I'd hardly even drawn puffins before, let alone sculpted one, but other birds I'm more familiar with (loons, ravens/crows) I just keep some photo ref up on my laptop in case I need to check a detail & go straight to sculpting.

Some of the simpler beasts I just go ahead and sculpt without any drawings, eg. the snats/slats (snailcats/slugcats) & the owlbears (tho I did look at a bunch of owl-face photo ref to inspire their patterns!):

I do find sketching especially useful for creatures that require some new engineering, eg. the sphinx dishes or fishbutts in new positions, as doing the drawings helps me work out how the various bits will attach together or what issues I might come up against while trying to sculpt a new pose.

And glazes...whew! I'm still SUCH a glaze newbie & really don't know anything about them yet. My usual tendency when encountering a new art adventure is to just dive in headfirst with minimal research and GO, which is mayyyyybe not the best with glazes??

And yet I still just see a pretty glaze and go OH HI I AM BUYING U NOW (with one caveat -- I always read the description and if it's described as a runny/difficult to use glaze I drop it and run because my sculptures are wee and I don't want any glaze floods in the kiln!).

I'm also lucky to have a really great kiln tech in my friend who fires my stuff who does actually know more about the chemistry of glazes, so sometimes I pass my flights of fancy by her to make sure I'm not doing anything silly. In terms of glaze brands, I love Amaco & Coyote, both of whom make plenty of beautiful glazes that are also easy to use.

For my sgraffito work, when I'm not glazing with clear glaze I put a variety of colours of celadon glaze overtop (most of mine are Coytoe brand). Celadons are translucent, so patterns will show through them - you can also do designs in underglaze and put a celadon glaze overtop & get some neat effects - below are some examples of celadons over sgraffito...

...and celadons over underglaze designs...

I know the glaze portion of this answer wasn't the most helpful, but there are definitely lots of forums & websites that contain loads of great info about all the alchemical intricacies of glazes! If you can befriend some potters IRL, that can also be an amazing resource for learning.

Phew. Why do my answers always end up so long?? I hope this was helpful & please don't hesitate to ask if you have more Qs!

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wheretheharekissesthefox · 6 months

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Tav’s sex parade – Chapter 8: Just in time for dinner (Astarion x Halsin)

(Warning: biting, consensual blood drinking, frottage, kissing)

To avoid confusion: In one of my other fanfic Halsin and Tav had named the owlbear cup Naïlo, which means 'night breeze' in the Elven language.)

Notes:

According to DnD lore, elves don't sleep, but rest in a meditative, trance-like state called reverie. You can see Astarion do exactly that in camp during a long rest when a sleep-around-the-campfire cutscene plays.

Karlach’s and Wyll’s faith and Tav’s promise to them are based on one of my other fics.

Irritated, Astarion paced his room in Gale's basement.

Tav was on a four-week trip across Northern Faerûn, performing her new songs in taverns, inns, and brothels. Gale had met up with some wizard friends of his former mentor Elminster to ask them for advice regarding their plan to get Karlach and Wyll out of Avernus. Meanwhile, Shadowheart had attended a temple celebration with other Selûne devotees. So, Astarion was home alone and not pleased about it at all.

Moodily, the vampire spawn glared at the paintings that decorated the walls.

Originally, Gale had used this basement room to store magic artefacts and items to feed the Netherese Orb with, but since the Orb was gone, there was no need for such a supply anymore. Thus, Gale had cleared out the small room to give Astarion his own space. There wasn't much in it; a bed, a chest of drawers, a carpet, and a small shelf, filled with some trinkets and the vampire spawn's favourite books. Astarion was grateful to have his own room, especially one that had no windows. Since the tadpole was gone and his sun sensitivity back, he had to dwell in the shadows and night again.

Scratch whined and rubbed his head against Astarion's leg, lightly wagging his tail. The vampire spawn smiled, crouched down, and gave him some ear scratches. Naïlo hooted, scuttling closer to receive some attention as well.

"Mh, yes, my sweets. I love you very much," Astarion told them, smiling. "I know you're trying your best to cheer me up."

Scratch licked him across the face, letting out a happy little 'woof' while Naïlo chirped and headbutted the vampire spawn. The latter toppled over and landed in a heap on the carpet. Laughing, he distributed some more headpats before getting up. In a much better mood now, Astarion dashed upstairs, followed by the pets. It was a rainy autumn day, thus, the sun didn't shine directly into the living room. Tara was sitting in front of the double-door window that led onto the terrace and watched the weather.

"Ah, Mister Ancunin! How was your reverie?" she asked, slinking closer.

"It was alright," he answered and scratched the tressym's chin, making her purr. "But I just rest better when the others are here."

Tara hummed understandingly.

"It's terribly quiet without them, isn't it? I miss Gale's delicious home-cooked meals."

"Apologies that I can't cook," replied the vampire spawn. "But judging by the way you and the boys gulp down the cold fish, it can't be too bad."

Tara huffed and turned her head to the side, miffed.

"These two aren't gourmets and have rather empty heads."

At that, Scratch grumbled disgruntle, but Naïlo just looked confused. It made Astarion chuckle.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door. The four of them looked at each other. Then, Astarion opened the door hesitantly. Halsin, looking like a drowned rat, stood on the doorstep.

"Oak Father preserve you, Astarion. Can I come in, please?"

"What are you doing here, druid?"

"Uhm... looking for shelter?"

"I can see that, but what are you doing here? I thought you were on an adventure to 'enjoy nature's gifts'. We didn't expect you to be back so early."

Now, Halsin looked sheepish.

"I - well... The weather's not ideal for long strolls, and I thought instead of sitting it out in a tavern somewhere, I'd come home instead."

Astarion raised an eyebrow.

"'Come home'?"

The druid blushed, as if caught red-handed doing something stupid. The vampire spawn was a tad too pleased to see the wood elf fidgeting around uncomfortably.

"Come in then," Astarion said good-naturedly. "But don't flood the place."

Visibly relieved, Halsin nodded, entered Gale's tower house, and immediately started to take off his soaked garments. Astarion watched, enjoying the view of the tall, sturdy, muscular, hairy, sun-tanned body in front of him. Halsin slicked back his wet hair and straightened up, displaying his front in all its glory. Astarion licked his lips hungrily.

"Uhm, could you get me a towel?"

"Of course, darling."

Astarion dashed off, grabbing a fresh cloth in the bathroom and some dry clothes. He returned and handed it to the druid.

"Thanks."

Halsin rubbed himself dry and got dressed. Then, he sighed contently.

"Is there some food left? I'm rather hungry."

Astarion canted his hip to the side and mocked: "I'm a vampire, druid. I don't need 'food'. But, if you're desperate, I can serve you some that's reserved for the pets."

Halsin opened his mouth, only to close it again silently. He looked taken aback. Astarion had mercy on him.

"I'm merely joking. Gale's pantry's always fully stocked. Follow me."

The vampire spawn twirled around and strode into the kitchen. Halsin trailed him silently. Astarion opened the pantry to take a look.

"What do you fancy, druid? Leek soup, onion soup, rabbit ragout, fish stew, or –" He got up on his tiptoes to read the label. "– hundur sauce?"

"Rabbit ragout sounds nice. I haven't had any meat in a while."

"Really?" Astarion turned around, grinning suggestively. "No 'meat', hm?"

Halsin cleared his throat, but shook his head.

"Well, you must be starving then," the vampire spawn taunted. "Seems like 'nature's bounty' wasn't that bountiful."

With a dramatic pirouette, Astarion turned around and placed a storage jar on the kitchen counter. He grabbed a pot and dumped the jar's content into it. Then, he placed a lid on the pot and took a step back, leaning against the counter casually.

"Usually, Gale would light the fire with a flick of his wrist, but since he's not here, you must do it the good old-fashioned way."

"Me?" Halsin asked.

"Of course, you, druid! I was a magistrate, I never had to light a fire myself, and now, as a vampire, I'm never cold."

Astarion sighed deeply and rolled his eyes in annoyance. Furrowing his brows, Halsin crouched in front of the iron oven and opened the small flap. He grabbed some firelighter and wood from the basket nearby, and started to kindle a fire. Astarion stood by and watched him work. Shortly after, a crackling fire started to heat up the stove and the food in the pan.

"Now, we just have to wait a while," the vampire spawn stated the obvious.

Halsin hummed, got up, and washed his hands in the stone sink.

For a while, the elves stood at the stove, silently.

"Did you find anything regarding Karlach's engine?"

Gloomily, the druid shook his head.

"I was in Mirabar because I thought that maybe the dwarves would know something about metal forging."

"Mirabar's a mining city, druid. Why would you find anything about blacksmithing up there?"

"I don't know, I just –" Halsin sighed. "I don't know where else to search for answers. I'm desperate."

Astarion saw how sad the druid looked and felt compassion. He put a hand on Halsin's arm and said: "I understand, we're all devastated about Karlach's and Wyll's faith, but we'll find an answer. There must be one out there."

The wood elf gave him a small smile, replying: "Thank you, Astarion. I hope you're right. Sometimes, people's misery is just too much to bear. I hate to see others so helpless, and I hate it when I can't do anything about it. I already failed enough people."

"You're doing your best," the vampire spawn retorted.

"Thank you."

Smiling softly, Halsin placed one of his hands gently on top of Astarion's. No one of their group touched the vampire spawn without asking for consent first and the later was forever grateful for it. Now though, Astarion got up on his tiptoes and placed a small kiss on Halsin's lips.

"Everything will turn out alright," he muttered.

"I hope you're right," whispered Halsin.

The vampire spawn stepped back and lifted the lid of the pot to take a look.

"Dinner's ready, druid. Sit down, will you?"

With a chuckle, Halsin did as he was told while Astarion scraped the pot's content into a bowl. Then, he placed it in front of the wood elf and handed him a spoon.

"Here you go. Bon appétit."

"Thanks."

Halsin dug into the rabbit ragout and hummed happily.

"Good?" asked Astarion and sat down opposite him.

"Mmh, it's fantastic! Gale's an excellent cook," the addressed sighed, closing his eyes to savour the taste better.

Astarion chuckled amused, then, he heard someone clear their throat.

"Mister Ancunin, I'm terribly sorry to disturb your conversation, but I and the boys are hungry."

"Oh, of course! Apologies, Tara."

Astarion jumped onto his feet and prepared the pets' dinner. He placed their bowls on the floor and gave each of the creatures a headpat before sitting back down. Halsin waved his spoon around.

"You're good with them."

Astarion shrugged.

"You're not the only one who likes animals, druid."

"Mhm."

They fell silent again, and the vampire spawn watched Halsin, Tara, Scratch, and Naïlo eat. He only felt the slightest twinge of envy. Over the centuries, he's gotten used to not eating solid food.

When everyone had finished their meal, Astarion washed the dishes before striding into the living room. Halsin lit a fire there too, and then stretched out in front of the fireplace, together with the animals. Astarion joined them even though he started to feel hungry. He should go on a quick stroll to take a nibble from a stranger.

"Everything alright? You seem uncomfortable," Halsin noted.

"Well, other than you, I didn't have dinner yet," Astarion replied, slightly pissed.

Smirking, the druid looked at him.

"I didn't know you get hangry, little vampire."

The addressed bristled and bared his fangs, but the other man only snickered and didn't feel threatened at all. The audacity!

"I guess I should show my gratitude for your hospitality," Halsin told him then, and Astarion's thoughts came to a screeching halt. He stared at the druid in disbelief.

"Are you... inviting me to take a bite?"

The druid hummed, retorting: "This weather’s not fit for man nor beast. Nobody should be forced to leave the house today."

Astarion swallowed and licked his lips. So far, he hadn't bitten anyone of their group other than Tav and Gale. Thus, the invitation was tempting.

"Are you sure?" he probed and when Halsin nodded, he crawled closer to him. Slowly, he leaned over the druid and locked eyes with him. "If I do this, there's no going back."

"I know," Halsin said quietly but confidently. "It's alright, little vampire. Feed from me."

Astarion felt a shiver run down his spine, and he was positively famished now, and – to his own surprise – slightly turned on. The vampire spawn nosed along the druid's neck and licked it, before sinking his teeth into the tender flesh. Halsin gasped, caught off guard by the feeling of icicles in his veins, and he was gripped by sudden panic. He knew that Astarion wouldn't kill him, but the subconscious part of his brain still screamed at him to fight back and run. The vampire spawn obviously felt Halsin's sudden mood change. He gently lay his palm against the other elf's cheek and caressed the skin there. It was soothing and Halsin relaxed again. Astarion took the first gulp – and moaned right into the druid's ear who flinched at the sudden noise. The vampire spawn let go of him and licked the wound clean. When he straightened up, his eyelids were fluttering in ecstasy, his cheeks flushed from his meal. He licked his lips and purred: "That was amazing, darling. You taste as rich as a real bear. Full-bodied."

Astarion's eyelids fluttered again, he seemed drunk. Halsin frowned. He'd never seen this reaction before when Astarion had fed on Tav, and it worried him.

"Everything all right?" he asked, sitting up and touching the other man's arm. "You seem a bit out of it. Almost drunk."

"I am," giggled the vampire spawn. "I don't know why, but your blood's intoxicating – literally."

Halsin frowned again. He didn't know how to react or what to do. Astarion crowded in on him, panting, his eyes unfocused.

"Can I have more?" he pleaded.

The druid shuddered, goosebumps spreading over his body.

"Yes."

The vampire spawn bit him again, moaned when more of Halsin's rich blood gushed over his tongue, and involuntarily dry-humped him. Halsin was surprised that Astarion was hard, he himself was too, but that was nothing new. Moaning, the druid rolled his hips upwards to intensify the friction. The vampire spawn whined, but didn't stop drinking from him.

"Astarion, can I? Please?" Halsin asked, wrecked.

The addressed simply moaned and pressed his pelvic into him. The druid took it for a yes. He gently placed a hand on Astarion's buttocks and started to thrust up against him. Halsin groaned and panted while he let the vampire spawn drink his blood. Finally, the latter let go of his neck and whined needily instead. With half-closed eyes, Halsin looked up at him, seeing those blood-covered lips and teeth, and another desire hit him.

"Kiss me," he groaned. "Please, Astarion, kiss me."

The addressed complied, all spit and tongue, and Halsin could taste his own blood. The vampire spawn came with a long moan and collapsed onto him. The druid rolled his hips up a few more times before following his partner over the edge, coming in his trousers like an over-eager teenage boy. Panting, they lay on the floor, entangled.

"All right?" Astarion whispered, caringly.

Halsin nodded, blissed-out.

"I guess we came back at the wrong time," remarked Gale who suddenly stood in the doorframe with Shadowheart who grinned like a Cheshire cat.

Still drunk on Halsin's blood, Astarion lifted his head to look at them.

"But no, darlings," he grinned with bloodied teeth. "You're arrived just in time for dinner."

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #fanfic #astarion x halsin #astarion #astarion ancunin #halsin #scratch #tara #tara the tressym #naïlo #owlbear cup #mind the trigger warning

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whatacaitastrophe · 4 months

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Is It Over Now - Chapter 2

Previous Chapter

Chapter Song Inspiration: "Don't Speak" - No Doubt

Chapter Warnings: Panic Attacks, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Blood Drinking

Spotify Playlist: Here

Chapter 2: You're Letting Go

She’s standing back on the docks again, watching quietly as the sun begins to rise over what’s left of Baldur’s Gate. All of her companions are there, and everyone is happily discussing the celebrations they intend to have. Everyone, except Gale.

This time, though, Fallon is not in her own body as the scene unfolds in front of her. Instead, she's off to the side, watching as Gale paces in small circles, talking mostly to himself about what it would mean if he succeeds in reforging the crown and wielding it for himself; watching herself slowly realize where this conversation is going.

“Say something.” Fallon tells herself, but her past remains stunned silent as Gale tells her that he’s made his choice.

“SAY SOMETHING!” She yells to herself now, but someone may as well have cast a silencing spell on Fallon, because nobody reacts to the fact that there are two Fallons, and one is pleading with the other to stop her lover from making the biggest mistake of his life.

Panic flares in her chest and bile churns in her stomach as Fallon listens to Gale promise her the moon and the stars again. The window of opportunity to stop him is closing swiftly and Fallon’s past self is still standing there. Doing nothing.

“YOU STUPID WOMAN, FUCKING SAY SOMETHING!! HE'S GOING TO LEAVE! STOP HIM!” Fallon tries to run to herself, to Gale, desperate to intervene but there’s an unknown force holding her back. She thrashes against the force to no avail, screaming at herself over and over to stop her lover from leaving. At the very moment that Gale is about to take his leave, a sharp pain jolts through Fallon’s body, and the scene drifts away.

Fallon returns to consciousness with a start. Her breathing is heavy, she’s covered in sweat, and there’s something wet trickling down her arm. Fallon looks around wildly as she tries to get her bearings, and she’s almost instantly met with Astarion’s face. It doesn’t take long after that to figure out why her arm is wet; she’s bleeding.

“Sorry,” the vampire apologizes as he wipes his mouth on his arm. “You wouldn’t wake up, and you were thrashing about. I was unsure of what else to do, and I figured I woke you up from a dead sleep when I tried to bite you once before, so maybe it would work again?”

In any other situation, Fallon would laugh at the memory of the night she found out Astarion was a vampire, but any notions of humor are dead on arrival because Fallon is too busy trying not to have a panic attack. The suite around her feels like it’s getting smaller and making sure her body receives oxygen takes all of her strength. Even then, it doesn’t feel like enough. There’s an owlbear sitting on her chest and no matter what she does, it won’t move. Fallon closes her eyes, doing her best to shut the entire world out, instinctively curling into herself with her arms wrapped around her legs and her forehead on her knees.

Fallon can hear the sound of Astarion shuffling around. Not that she blames him, she wants to get as far away from herself as possible, too. The weight shifts on the mattress and, somewhere in the recesses of her mind, Fallon realizes that Astarion hasn’t distanced himself from her at all; on the contrary, he’s moved closer so he’s sitting on his knees in front of her. “Fallon?” He speaks her name gently. The last time she can recall Astarion speaking to her with such gentleness was after she convinced him not to complete The Black Mass once Cazador was defeated. Her friend gave up the sun and true freedom in favor of what was left of his humanity, humanity that one could argue he found again after spending time with Fallon and their companions, and Fallon had never been prouder of someone before.

The irony was not lost on Fallon that when she met Astarion, he was power-hungry, revenge-focused, and those around him were objects to be used as he saw fit so long as he survived. Whereas, he was the group’s moral compass most of the time who often disapproved of Astarion’s decisions.

Now, if you were to ask Fallon which of the men she’d traveled with had more of a moral compass than the other, he wouldn’t even make the top three. Scratch was higher on the list.

“Fallon, look at me.” His words are soft, but there is still the underlying tone that this is not a request. An order only amplified by his cold hand reaching forward, tucking his fingers under her chin and forcing her to look up. Fallon does as she’s told and stares back at Astarion, his red eyes full of concern for her. “I need you to breathe for me, darling,” Another soft statement that is not a request. “Don’t focus on anything else. Look at me, and breathe.”

It takes effort, keeping eye contact with the elf in front of her as she focuses on her breathing. Even direct eye contact feels too intimate for Fallon’s liking these days. Even so, the rest of the world falls away as she stares back at Astarion, trying to regain control. The stillness he exudes can only be described as preternatural. He never removes his fingers from under her chin or really even moves at all. After several attempts to breathe in through her nose and out of her mouth, Fallon regains control of her breathing, and she can feel her heart rate slowing as her body exits flight mode.

Fallon’s shoulders relax, and Astarion only moves when she is ready to uncurl herself from the fetal position. Even then, he does not go far, only shifting so he is sitting directly next to her on the bed, their thighs and legs still touching. The silence remains between them while Fallon relaxes, and several minutes go by before Astarion speaks. “How often does that happen?”

Fallon swallows hard. For a moment, she considers lying to her friend. Fallon is not really in the mood to receive more pitying looks from Astarion, but he’s already seen her at her most vulnerable, so there’s not much of a point.

“Every night,” She admits quietly, so only quietly someone with enhanced hearing (such as Astarion and herself) could hear her. “I was back on the docks.” Fallon explains, grateful that Astarion did not need any additional context to understand. After all, he was there when her life fell apart. Fallon forces herself to look at Astarion. His jaw is clenched, and the silent anger radiates off of his body as he lets out a long breath through his nose.

“We should have let him blow himself up when we had the chance.” The vampire’s words are cold and unforgiving, and Fallon flinches. The last time he spoke so coldly about another person in her presence, they were discussing Cazador.

“I was never going to let him.” They both knew that. Falling in love with him happened as naturally as breathing. By the time Elminster showed up to deliver Mystra’s orders, the inevitable had already happened. Fallon hated thinking about the moment she fell for him now, but that stupid wizard had her at the first “Hello!” after she pulled him out of that stupid portal.

“Do you regret it now? Not letting him go through with it?”

It is yet another moment where she could lie to Astarion, but it would be pointless. “You have no idea how much I wish I could regret it.” As much as Fallon wants to be filled with hate and regret when she thinks of him, she’s not, and that’s probably the exact reason he haunts her dreams so thoroughly. She glances over to the window of her suite, and it’s still dark out. Her best guess is that it’s not quite the middle of the night, but the sun can’t be more than an hour or so from rising.

Astarion looks like he has something else to say on the matter, but Fallon can’t talk about it anymore. Her attention is drawn to the now dried blood on her arm and she lifts her arm to Astarion. “When was the last time you ate? Might as well finish what you started, yeah?” If the vampire senses her deflection, he doesn’t push her, and Fallon is grateful for that. His expression softens and he offers Fallon a small smirk. “Just like old times.” He carefully takes her arm in his hands and positions his mouth over the open wound and bites down again.

Fallon closes her eyes and embraces the pain, her mind drifting back to the moment she offered to be Astarion’s personal buffett every couple of days; back when they were little more than acquaintances, and Astarion viewed her as someone to be used to ensure his survival.

”I wondered when you would come back for more.” He smirked at her.

Fallon stared at Astarion with a puzzled look on her face.“What do you mean?”

“Your offer. I’m surprised it took you this long to suggest it.” His answer only furthered Fallon’s confusion, so she just stared at him in silence, waiting for Astarion to elaborate. “Because you liked it, didn’t you? I felt the way your pulse quickened, I heard the way your breath hitched in your throat. The little moan you tried so desperately to suppress.”

Fallon raised her eyebrow at the vampire. “I think drinking my blood might have made you a little bit delusional.” She lied. Fallon barely knew Astarion, and from what she could tell, his ego was already quite inflated. Fallon had no intention of making it worse.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, darling. I’ll come find you later tonight.”

Even now, Fallon has no plans to admit to Astarion that she enjoyed the sharp, icy pain that occurred when he bit her. There is no denying it’s an intimate gesture, willingly letting the vampire feed on her. It requires a level of trust that Fallon didn’t offer other people, and those other people were not actively partaking in an activity that could kill her if Astarion went too far. When Fallon feels herself becoming light headed, she reaches forward with her free hand and taps Astarion twice on his shoulder, just like she used to do. The vampire (thankfully) hadn’t forgotten their signal, and he pulls away from her instantly.

Astarion leans back against the headboard and offers her a sideways smile. “I’d forgotten how good you taste.”

Fallon snorts. “You don’t need to flatter me,” There’s an apple in her bedside table, she remembers, and she leans over to open the drawer to retrieve it. “I’ve already agreed to help you with whatever it is you came here for.”

“Oh yes, I’d almost forgotten in all of the…excitement,” Excitement was certainly one way to put it, Fallon thinks, and she stares at her friend expectantly. “As you know, I’ve been out traversing the Sword Coast in search of a way to get the sun back. I have a lead, but it’s not exactly local.”

Fallon sits up a little straighter. “Go on…”

“According to my sources, there’s a vampire coven in Asha, and they’re sunwalkers.”

“Asha?” Astarion nods in reply and Fallon lets out a low whistle. “You weren’t kidding when you said it’s not local.”

When Astarion said it wasn’t local, Fallon assumed he was going to drag her to Cormyr or Amn. It never even occurred to her that Astarion could be asking her to leave Faerun altogether. Asha, The City of Starlight, was located in the easternmost tip of the Faerun’s neighboring land to the northwest, Velrea. Though calling Velrea “neighboring” was a bit of a stretch, seeing as nearly a thousand miles of ocean separated Velrea from Faerun. Fallon dug through the archives of her brain to try and picture where exactly Asha was in relation to Faerun, and where the nearest port in Faerun to sale to Asha would even be. Though her highborn education was extensive, Fallon’s memory of geography was not the best. Though she did not need to be an expert in geography to know that it would take much longer than a month to get to Asha and back.

“I guess we’re not going to the Winter Solstice ball at Wyrm’s Rock then, are we?” She muses.

“Oh please, I don’t plan on leaving until after the holidays are over. You know me better than that. A full slate of soirees where people are guaranteed to worship the ground I walk on because I saved their lives? Like I’d miss that.” he laughs, and Fallon can’t help but laugh a little too because he’s right. She does know him better than that to assume he’d miss a good party.

“I remember a time when you once told me you hated being the hero.” Fallon teases, shaking her head.

“Yes, well, people can change you know,” he shrugs. “Besides, based on what I’ve observed, you my dear are in no state to depart for another adventure.”

Fallon scowls at him. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“What do you think it means, darling? When was the last time you went more than a day without nearly drinking yourself to death? Don’t bother lying to me either, because I do hear things from the others…I believe you referred to it as us “gossiping” about you last night.”

Fallon opens her mouth to argue, to tell him that she has absolutely gone more than a day without drinking herself into oblivion every night and their friends are wrong, too. Truth be told, she can’t give him an answer because she legitimately doesn’t remember. Fallon closes her mouth again with a huff, and Astarion smirks at her. “That’s what I thought.”

“So what do you suggest we do for the next month, then?”

“Well first of all, you need to sober up. Then I imagine we need to get you in the sparring ring with Wyll, because your sword is looking quite dusty in the corner over there.” Astarion nods in the direction of Fallon’s most prized possession: the sword she inherited from her father when he passed. Astarion was right. She hasn’t touched it since the day they saved the city. There hadn’t been a need for it. Not only has her living situation since saving the world been entirely gratis, but so has the food she ate and the alcohol she drank; and she rarely left The Elfsong unless one of her friends dragged her out. Needless to say, the pile of gold Fallon was rewarded a year ago was sitting in her vault at the bank, almost completely untouched.

“What about you? Don’t tell me that you’re battle ready, Astarion.” Fallon challenges.

“I’ve spent the last four months traveling across Faerun looking for answers, and it definitely wasn’t a walk in the park,” He counters and Fallon frowns again because, once again, Astarion is right. He’s probably seen battle much more recently than she has. “Besides, you don’t need to ask me to spar if you want me to put you on your back in a matter of seconds, darling. You only need to ask.” The wink he shoots her is gratuitous, but it makes Fallon smile nonetheless. Many things have changed since she met Astarion, but the vampire being an insufferable flirt? That was apparently forever. Fallon rolls her eyes. “Fine. Tell Wyll I’ll train with him.”

As if on cue, a sharp knock rings out against the wood of the door to her suite and Fallon nearly pulls a muscle in her neck at the speed with which she looked to the door and back at Astarion. The smirk remains on the elf’s face and Fallon just stares at him incredulously. “Did you fuckers plan this?”

“In a manner of speaking. I may have mentioned to Wyll that I was coming to see you, and I may have mentioned I had plans to get you out of this godforsaken tavern, and that it might be useful to me if you were in battle-ready shape. Wyll was all too happy to assist. You know how those hero types can be.”

“Bastards.” Fallon mutters to herself as she gets out of her bed and heads for the door, not even caring in the slightest that her legs were completely bare, or that she’d apparently slept in Astarion’s shirt. Wyll is far too cheerful when she opens the door for the hour of the morning it now is, and between the lack of sleep and her hangover, Fallon almost shuts it in his face. Still, she accepts the embrace from her friend anyway, because she missed him.

“Now Fallon, I’m not sure how much Astarion told you about why I’m here, but you will need to put on trousers before we proceed.” Wyll grins, and Fallon can’t help herself when she throws up her middle finger in Wyll and Astarion’s direction as she stomps towards her dresser to find pants.

“Nice to see our girl is still in there somewhere.” Astarion calls after her, and Fallon can’t help but smile.

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the final threshold (enver gortash x good tav)

TW: Sex, oral, Tav feels guilty and is hearing Astarion and Halsin's voices.

Hope you enjoy this, I'm up way too late posting it

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Tav was thankful to change out of the bridal gown and into something less restrictive, though with it came the downside of being told she would be at Gortash's side for most of the reception.

As the only one close enough to hear them closely was a Steel Watcher, as she held to his arm and waved at a cheering crowd of commoners, she spoke to him through a false smile. "How they don't see through this is a mystery to me."

Through an equally false smile did Gortash's reply come, "The people see what they want to see. And what they want to see right now is us enjoying ourselves."

She couldn't say he was wrong, as they turned from the balcony and walked back into the fortress.

The clanking sounds of the Steel Watcher echoed in the hall as it followed behind them.

"You'll find," he went on, "That they are easy to fool in that way."

"I know what your plan was, and I've seen the posters of your smirking face all over Rivington," Tav replied, "And I've heard them sing your praises from one end of the city to the other."

"And yours, of course. Naturally one hero would enjoy the company of another."

As they neared the door to the reception hall, he lay a hand over the one of hers that was on his arm.

"You're doing admirably, my dear. Simply keep pretending to be the happy, blushing bride a little while longer. Then you can drop the pretense."

Stop being polite, she thought, Be the bastard I know you are. That will make this easier.

The doors opened for them, and Tav took a deep breath as she followed him in.

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Tav barely had time to eat before the dancing began. Her first had been with Gortash, and while he sat down to eat, the next was with Wyll.

"Karlach's already left, in case you were looking for her," he said quietly as they moved in a slow circle, "She tried to put up with it, but...you know her. To see you even pretending to be happy about this, with him..."

"I know. Where did you say she was going? I believe Gortash mentioned Moonrise Towers?"

"It seemed fitting," Wyll replied with a slight shrug, "At least, that's what he told me. Her own fortress, her own property, as a sort of...consolation prize. Jaheira...well, she's not happy about this little alliance of ours, but she trusts Karlach, so...they're going to lead a little troop of tieflings and refugees back there to build it into something 'special' again."

"She's gone too." Tav kept her face neutral but asked, "Am I going to lose all of you?"

"It looks like it. Gale is planning to go with them...Minsc, well, where Jaheira goes now, he follows." Another few turns and he added, "At least I won't be too far away."

"Yes, but--" she took in a shaky breath. "I had hoped at least one of you would...would stay. I mean, I have Scratch and the owlbear, but..."

"It can't be today," Wyll replied in a low tone as the dance ended, "But if he mistreats you, if you want out...merely send a letter mentioning the grave we dug for Astarion and Halsin."

She thanked him for his concern, and was able to sit out the next dance. Unfortunately, it was done sitting beside Gortash.

"I don't see any of your friends here besides the Grand Duke," he said quietly, after draining half a glass of wine, "Whatever happened to them?"

"They've already left," Tav replied evenly, sipping at her own glass. "Karlach is not best pleased by all this, as I'm sure you understand."

"Of course. And the rest?"

"Are going with her."

"A pity." He gave a small sound in his throat almost like a laugh and set his glass back down. "Her I could understand, but the rest...I thought surely their concern for you might outweigh their dislike of me."

Tav did not reply, and finished her glass.

The dance they were watching concluded; Gortash stood and extended his hand to her for the next.

"We have a crowd to please, my dear," he said in a tone slightly louder than normal, "It seems we must make ourselves a display once again."

She didn't want to, but she took his hand and moved onto the dance floor once again.

"You don't have to keep doing that," not meeting his eyes as she whispered, "Stop--pretending to be so--"

"Nice? Polite? ...charming?" Gortash gave a little smirk and leaned momentarily close enough to make a whisper of his own against her ear. "Can't a man enjoy his bride?"

Then he drew back.

"You'll be taking enough from me tonight as it is--" Tav started, but went quiet as they moved too near another couple.

"You wound me, Tav," he went on, "Really, now, what kind of monster do you think I am?"

"Do you want the reasons in the order they happened, or alphabetically?"

"Please," Gortash huffed and moved back to raise his arm and spin her in a slow circle before coming forward again, "You are far too valuable to mistreat, and you've taken care of more than a few problems for me. You are grieving a loss, but..."

"Do NOT," Tav seethed as quietly as possible, "Ever. Mention that to me again."

The dance ended soon after, and she pasted a smile back on.

"The point, my lady," Gortash brought one of her hands up to press a kiss to her fingers, and met her eyes as he did it, "You have nothing to fear from me."

She would almost have preferred if she did.

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In a similar vein did the rest of the reception pass away. At some point, however, Gortash lead her away amidst a few jokes about drow from his titled noblemen.

Tav ignored them, and was silent all the way back to what she assumed would be their quarters. An opulent and almost gaudy room, full of silks and expensive furnishings and quite possibly the largest bed she'd ever seen.

Stay calm. This will be the easy part...you just have to ignore who you're doing it with.

"Your room is through that door," Gortash gestured to a door on the far side of the room, "You'll find your new wardrobe already settled in it, along with...the rest of your belongings."

Then he moved towards a desk on the other side of the bed.

"I suppose once I've changed you will--take your rights?"

"We've no need for that," he said, already taking a seat, "At least not tonight. It's not as if anyone is going to demand a bloody sheet...not that we could provide one."

"You are the first man I've ever met that wasn't eager to get to it," Tav walked to the other side of the bed, the side nearest the desk, and leaned back against the overlarge comforter. "Most men would jump at the chance."

"And you call ME arrogant," Gortash replied. He seemed to be flipping through papers and sketches--Tav recognized a few blueprints as Steel Watchers. "Men like me do not have time to indulge overmuch in carnal pleasures."

"Do you not like women?"

"Of course I do, I simply have not the obsession with sex that other men do. If I had a preference for men," he spoke shortly as he flipped over one blueprint for another, "You and I would have a very different sort of arrangement right now."

"I wouldn't have agreed to be your broodmare."

"But you would have for men far less suited to fatherhood."

"They would have been wonderful--"

It was a knife in her heart, to confront her with the idea. Tav stumbled over the sentence and let it trail off as the thought and the images of Astarion and Halsin cascaded through her mind. Perhaps a temporary look of fear in Astarion's eyes, to be replaced by a smug surety, and Oh, my dear, of COURSE a seed of mine has taken root.

Then Halsin came to mind.

Cubs, my heart? What wonderful news!.

Tav shut her eyes and gulped at the thought, only glad that Gortash hadn't noticed. She wanted the images to stop, the voices to go away. She wanted silence again.

And she could think of only one way to do that right now.

"If you change your mind," she said, "I--you know where to find me."

He didn't respond, and despite everything it grated at her. Was she not worth even looking at, now he had what he wanted? Perhaps now he had her alone, he could stop pretending he actually wanted this as well. She was only there as a tool, after all, a part of his plan to continue ruling over Baldur's Gate. The blessed lady to do the charity he had no desire to involve himself in. Eventually he would need an heir, and perhaps THEN--

If I am going to be stuck with this horrible man I have to at least make him want me.

She hated Gortash, hated all that he was and did, but she hated the idea of being alone even more. Being alone meant quiet, and quiet meant that thoughts of her two loves would drift in. And that--

Darling, you can't pine over us forever, Astarion's voice seemed to sound off in Tav's head as she retreated to her room. I know I'm worth remembering, but you never smile when you think of me now.

Nor I. It is the way of nature to take after giving. Let us go, Halsin's voice echoed soon after. Let us go, thrive, and make good from all the bad you find yourself surrounded with. As you always do.

Her own room was smaller, if a little less richly decorated than Gortash's. There were spiderlike touches in the curtains of the bed and one of the rugs, and everything in general seemed to have a darker tone. Someone had been told to do some work, clearly, and had probably heard "drow" and gone off that alone.

"M'lady?"

The voice belonged to a maid who appeared to be dusting the desk in the corner. A chubby dwarf woman, who gave a quick bow when Tav looked at her.

"And--who are you?"

"Berlina, m'lady," the woman said, "Your chambermaid. His lordship wanted things made ready for you, and I was handling that, only I didn't--expect you would be here so early. That is, I thought you would be...busy."

"His lordship is tired out from the day," Tav said, inwardly hating how easy it was to slip into this role, "If you're not done cleaning, that's fine, I have spent long enough on the road that anything is cleaner than a tent."

"If you'd like a bath, one's being drawn now."

The second she was able, she went right to the bath, whereupon she cleaned up and tried not to relax too much.

Imagine the trouble we could get into here...

I would never feel comfortable here. Give me a river and a bar of soap, I need no tub but what nature provides.

Again, the voices, and again, the stab of pain. Tav sucked in a sharp breath and tried not to focus on them as she washed up. She looked instead at the advancing loss of her dark skin...it had stopped when she hit adulthood, but since the tadpole got into her head there had been an additional loss of color around her hands. The fingers of her left hand had lost their color entirely, where before there had been at least some drow-dark skin and her thumb had been wholly so.

On her legs, her stomach, even her face, the spreading loss was obvious.

Your skin is beautiful, my heart.

Our patchwork doll, Astarion's voice followed up. It only showed the world that the bear and I had something special.

"Just leave me be," Tav said quietly, rubbing her eyes, "Why do you haunt me still?"

Because you will not let us go.

She finished bathing and dried off. The moment she had fastened the belt of the robe she'd grabbed Berlina reappeared.

"M'lady, I'm sorry to bother you, but--"

"Is something wrong?"

"Well, no," she said, "Only, his lordship--ah--has requested your company."

That didn't take long. Perhaps he realized what he was missing, turning you down.

Tav took a deep breath and crossed her bedroom to walk back into Gortash's, though she half expected this to be a ruse for...something, she wasn't sure what. She kept one hand behind her back as she walked back in, ready to cast a spell...just in case. No armor, and nothing but the robe and the choker with the netherstone. She felt more bare than she actually was...

Gortash was no longer at the desk in his full and regular armor, or robe, or whatever it had been. He was on the other side of the bed, leaning back against it as she had done.

Only now, he wasn't in his usual robe.

Just a pair of black trousers.

(She hated the stirring thought that the sight of his bare chest gave.)

"You changed your mind," Tav said flatly, "One might wonder why."

She refused to look at him, but walked slowly forward.

"One might wonder why all the fools of this city are not as...compliant...as you. Perhaps I simply needed a reminder of that in the form of...well, it's not your concern, really." There was a definite smugness in Gortash's tone, "Do you so eagerly offer yourself up to every man you meet? Should I be worried that my new wife will consider a career at Sharess's Caress?"

"I made vows. I intend to keep them."

There was a pause. Gortash seemed to be waiting for something.

"Do as you wish," Tav finally said, "So long as I don't have to look you in the eye."

"Drop the robe."

His tone was not especially cruel, but definitely meant to remind her which of them was in charge. He'd said he wouldn't mistreat her, so why--?

He's one of THOSE types, she realized. I can work with this.

Tav untied the belt of her robe and shrugged it off. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her now wearing only the velvet necklace that held the netherstone. The look of appraisal was followed soon after by a wicked grin.

When she stepped forward again, Gortash's hands came up and pulled her close against him, directly into a heated kiss--

The bridge is crossed, the thought came. You can't go back now.

Tav returned the kiss somewhat gingerly, moving her hands up to his shoulders as the taste of the wine they'd both drunk crossed her tongue once again. He raised his hands to the back of her head, keeping her in place as his tongue pushed past her lips, tangling--

He broke the kiss just as she was about to, let them both breathe, and moved in again.

It was more fervent this time, and repeated when she broke for air again, and then the third time too. When she pulled back a fourth time he smirked against her lips, "I wonder what else that mouth can do?"

"Whatever you want it to do," Tav said quietly, "Or did you call me in here just to admire the thing you put your name on?"

Oh, very good, kitten...

"I remain shocked," Gortash growled, but not in an angry way, as his hands moved down to her hips and squeezed tightly at her ass, "That you weren't already working at Sharess's Caress."

She was pulled closer still, and at this point if she had remained unconvinced he preferred women, the bulge in his trousers would have done the job.

"They've already got a couple drow anyway."

Be witty. Be compliant, but resist just slightly, to keep him wanting. Make him happy, and you'll have the only friend that matters in this wretched city.

The dominant is dominant for a reason, after all.

"Kneel," he said suddenly, "And show me why I've made a good choice."

As she obeyed his hands were back up. As she shifted to get into a comfortable position there was the sound of his belt, which dropped to the floor soon after. The trousers lowered just enough--

"How long are you going to make me wait?" she asked.

Gortash silenced her a moment later by pressing the tip of his cock to her lips. One hand, the hand with his glove, moved to the back of her head and gripped--but not painfully--at her hair.

Tav hesitated only a moment. Then she wrapped her lips around the tip and slowly moved her head down until she'd taken all of him. He moaned softly, and as she started to move he didn't seem to feel the need to do anything more.

"Ahh, yes, good," he groaned, "We are going to be quite happy...I can see that\."

(She hated--hated, hated--how wet she already was.)

Tav groaned around his cock and began to bob her head more quickly. He groaned and his fingers tightened, bringing with them a slight sting in the back of her head. She expected him to make some quip about how she must have done this for someone else--but he didn't.

She pulled back, teased at the underside of his cock's head with her tongue, and was rewarded with another groan. Then she moved back down again, but more slowly than before.

"So--eager--"

When she'd taken all of him, her nose pressed firmly against his lower abdomen, she heard something else. Something low, a whisper she was obviously not meant to hear.

"Gods..."

The grip in her hair turned to iron, and Tav would have smirked had her mouth not been otherwise occupied. A moment later, he started moving against her head, not letting her do the work any longer.

"You are...a talented woman...aren't you?"

Tav couldn't answer.

"I wonder what those companions of yours would say if they could see you now," Gortash's voice was less shaky here. More certain, more devious. "On your knees...for ME."

Another pause, a pull back that let her breathe, that let a dangling string of pre hang in the barest distance between her lips and the tip of his cock.

"They would think you'd made me do it."

"Perhaps. But I'm not making you do any of this." He paused and started speaking again, punctuating each word with another thrust. "Yet. here. we. ARE."

Tav thought he would keep going, and brought her tongue up as best she could, hoping to have him finish now from its caresses over him. But as he pulsed in her mouth, the very second she thought he would finish--

Gortash pulled back, exposing his by now well-sucked cock to the open air.

She breathed hard for a few moments.

"Up--" he demanded quickly, "--now."

Tav stood, then found herself suddenly turned and pressed against the edge of the bed. A slight lift and now she was seated on it. He spread her legs, brought his other hand forward--

Do it quickly. I want to be senseless. I want to--

For just a moment there was a sensation of horror.

You want to forget us, my pet?

The first stroke of his fingers found her wet and ready, and she loathed how good they felt against her. The first moan she could suppress easily, but when in his slow exploration he brushed over her clit--

--her body jerked involutarily, and the moan would not be held back so easily.

"Mmm," Gortash gave a dark chuckle against her jaw as his fingertips pressed against the spot again, "So that's where it is."

A firmer touch now, a press down, and Tav choked back a groan he still half-heard, as well as a sudden sharp breath he definitely did.

"Already willing," he said, stroking steadily now, whispering in her ear with his five o' clock shadowed cheek pressed against her smooth one, "Already eager. How long have you wanted this?"

"Stop--teasing--"

"That's half the fun," he replied, seeming amused at how tightly Tav was gripping the sheets beneath her. "And if you hadn't done your job so well, perhaps I'd indulge in it more."

Those fingers, those devilish fingers, he pushed them forward, knuckle-deep, in one swift movement.

"Oh..." Tav didn't even bother trying to hold back the moan then.

(For a moment...just a moment, the pleasure blocked out all the unpleasantness that threatened to drown her mind)

"Tell me...you want it," Gortash whispered slowly, "Or is this all an act?"

Back his hand came, leaving her empty--empty, and infuriatingly needy. She hated him and craved him by turns.

"I've changed my mind," he said, pressing closer, his cock not an inch away from thrusting inside her, "This is the moment that makes me ask what they would think."

Gortash gave her no time to reply. A breath later he thrust forward, and Tav let out a moan that would make the brothels proud. Then a whimper at his size, the way his cock stretched her.

(She'd taken bigger, why was he--)

It was overwhelming, the sudden rush of pleasure, and it only grew as he began to thrust in earnest. She let herself fall back and look up at him in a haze of lusty heat, almost welcomed the touch of his hands on her breasts, the hard thrust that practically took her breath away.

Harder, she thought, Take the pain away. Make the voices leave me be.

As if he'd heard her, Gortash started to move more quickly.

"Gods--"

It was her who said it this time, but she couldn't even try to keep it quiet.

(The voices were finally gone)

Tav felt the end leap and then fall away suddenly. A moment later Gortash's hands were on either side of her head and he'd come down, his chest pressed close against hers; his lips hovering and ghosting his breath hotly over her neck. She crossed her legs behind him, feeling both the growing tenseness and a growing dread.

This is going to make it real. This is the point of no return.

The thought was momentarily chilling.

If you let him do it--

After a sudden, unbearable plateauing of the ecstasy, it broke all at once. She called out--shuddered beneath him as the fire seized her, brought her to that fine point of the seat of lust for a glorious five or six seconds, and then let her fall away again.

He'd started to move back, but Tav tightened the grip of her legs around him--he gave a sudden strangled groan and then his whole body jerked.

It was over.

They lay there together, breathing hard for a minute or two before Gortah stood back up and withdrew from her.

Tav couldn't make herself look at him, was glad he didn't seem interested in making her.

You let him spill inside you. You can't go back now.

"Well," he mused in a tired voice that sounded nevertheless highly pleased, "If that is what my lady brings to the table, she shall find her lord an eager lover indeed."

What would they think of you now, if they saw you? They'd be disgusted with you, as they should be, she thought.

"Come now, my lady," Gortash said, "We should get some rest. I believe we've had enough excitement for one day. But...do be sure and let me know if you'd like any more."

Gods, I hate you, Tav thought, but when a stab of guilt pierced her mind, she could only add, But I think I hate myself more.

#gortash just like needed a minute to wind down before getting it on #tav is hearing two voices right now #she has an extremely guilty conscience #enver gortash #gortash x tav #gortash bg3 #bg3 gortash #tav x gortash #bg3 tav #drow tav #vitiligo #vitiligo drow tav #bg3 #bg3 smut

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manyothermusingsofmine · 5 months

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Oh my god I realised I never told about the funniest glitch I ran into in bg3 hang on let me steal it from the discord channel

"Okay so after finally obtaining the absolute unit of a man that is Halsin, his storyline is not over. You're more like, dead in the middle of it. Anyway for the next part we have to fetch the other half of Thaniels being because through some shenanigans in this universe's variety of the Yugioh Shadow Realm Thaniels soul was split in half or something?

Anyway we're off to grab this other half of Thaniel, known as Oliver. Corrupted by the shadowcurse, he poofs off when you first meet him cause he's a kid and being a Bratty Bitch TM about having to do responsible shit like fix nature around this place. Following him, I'm yeeted into combat. Now, props to BG3 for finally conditioning me into recognizing that while I need to be wary of the shadow friends, they're not the big problem here because at one hit point they're easily dealt with by spells and Astarion picking off any stragglers.

No, the Problem TM is two Ringwraith looking buggers labelled "Daddy" and "Mommy" because this kid traumatized yo. I focus my attention on those, dealing damage and taking quite some damage in return. And then Oliver summons his pet, a shadow-y full grown owl bear. Augh, fuck.

More augh, fuck!; Willow's down. "Daddy" and "Mommy" are brought down due to the tank efforts of Karlach and Halsin, but I *need* to get rid of this owlbear before it starts doing serious damage. I need something that hits hard, and preferably multiple times in a row- Halsin! Turn into a cave bear real quick, plz and thanks! As a cavebear, he gets the final blow on the owlbear, which ends the fight and sends us into a cutscene. Halsin starts talking- and then, in rapid succession:

- Halsin is a cavebear, currently. As far as I know Druids can't speak normally while in Wildshape, but that's the least of our problems.

- Resident Bard is down. Considering she usually handles persuasion talks, that might be a bit of a problem if we're going to try and convince this kid to re-merge with his other self.

- No problem, we have Astarion, he has high persuasio- yeah he's on the opposite side of the battlefield, he's nowhere near this conversation.

- Halsin. is a cavebear. This is also his storyline, and he's technically in last place in the character portraits.

- So the only viable option for this conversation, according to the game, is Karlach. Oh brother.

- Karlach pulls it off really well, actually! There's thankfully no persuasion rolls, and if you gentle parent Oliver, you should be fine. Everything is fine, except for one little, tiny, small visual detail.

- Halsin. The cavebear. Has decided that the best place to be, the best place to parallel park his furry cavebear ass, is dead center in the middle of this somewhat emotional confrontation. Hell, at some point Oliver is like "you're a grown man y u crying" which, first of all, rude, but secondly; he's not. He's a CAVEBEAR

- Furthermore, because he's right in the middle, the camera freaks the fuck out trying to film over, under, and eventually through this cavebear model.

So. I am holding this damn conversation like

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #karlach #halsin #yOU DONT UNDERSTAND I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD I WAS FACEPLANTED ONTO MY PC DESK

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Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction

CHAPTER 15

Nobody tells you how quickly time flies by when you’re a parent. Jenevelle is already three months old, and she’s been nothing short of a miracle in our lives. She’s still so small yet so full of life; full of smiles and laughter throughout the days, and hardly cries. Gale and I finally have her transitioned to her room in her crib now, which was so hard – not for her, but for me. Having her in the bassinet by our bed gave me a sense of comfort, knowing I could easily check up on her and make sure she’s breathing. On another note, I’m grateful for our friends, but especially since she’s been born. Karlach will come and babysit once or twice a month while Gale and I go out and have a night to ourselves, which has been so nice. At first, it was an adjustment leaving her for the first time, but I’m glad we are able to get a break every once in a while.

The morning sun rises, and I notice Gale isn’t in bed with me. He does like to wake up rather early and enjoy the dawn, drinking his warm coffee and watching the sun rise. That’s when he has his best ideas for research. I get out of bed and notice Gale on the balcony, where he’s holding Jenevelle and they’re both enjoying the outside world.

“Ah, there’s my love,” Gale says, smiling as I sit down next to him. He leans in for a kiss as the morning sunlight pours over our skin. “Good morning. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, of course not. I was just ready to get up and start my day. I’m glad you are both having a quiet morning.” He gently bounces Jenevelle in his arm and takes a sip of his morning coffee with the other.

“Indeed. I’m just happy you got to sleep in some. I got so much done this morning. I had some sort of…morning epiphany that caused me to wake up and get a jumpstart on the day. I did some of my studies, made breakfast for us, which is sitting on the kitchen table by the way, and I got Jenevelle up, dressed, and fed…” As he continues to speak, I can’t help but admire him. “...and I just wanted to make your morning a little easier since I don’t teach today.” His brown eyes shimmer, transitioning into a tint of golden honey as the sun shines upon his face at a perfect angle.

“I appreciate you and how considerate you are. I truly love you more than words can define,” I tell him as I stretch my body, releasing all tensions held within me. He smiles, trying to fight that cute chuckle he always does.

“Thank you. That means the world to me. I love you too.” As we sit here enjoying the peace, the gentle breeze of Waterdeep air brushes the messy hair out of my face. As I look down at the town square below us, I see there’s a festival going on with various vendors and some bards playing some tunes for a large crowd. I actually notice Shadowheart, believe it or not, and it’s as if she’s looking for something in particular. She’s probably doing some shopping. I’m thinking about going down and buying Jenevelle a crochet owlbear or maybe a quilted blanket.

“Are you thinking about the festival?” Gale asks, studying my face.

“Erm, no…”

“You want to go, don’t you?” I laugh lightly, but then hide it with a fake cough. Is it silly for a grown woman to want to go to a fun festival?

“Can we?” He smiles and hands the baby over to me as he stands up from his seat.

“Of course. Let me go get dressed and we can head out. I’m going to avoid a robe this time, just in case some of my students are there. As much as I enjoy discussing the physics of magic and teaching others how to perform it correctly, I’d rather spend my time with my family enjoying the beauty of Waterdeep and its festivities.”

While Gale goes inside to get ready, I continue to observe the happy crowds from above; people casually dancing to the music, live entertainment of a comedic orc doing stand up, and of course delicious food. Mmmm. I can smell funnel cakes from up here.

We head down to the fun market area for the festival and notice various shops and vendors on every corner throughout the square. So many children are running around playing, eating, and having fun. I almost can’t wait until Jenevelle is walking and can enjoy fun events like this, playing with other children. For now, I have her wrapped in the baby carrier attached to my body, curled up and comfortable as we stroll the calming streets of Waterdeep.

“What a perfect day for such a festival. I clearly don’t get out enough, I feel like I haven’t seen any signs anywhere,” I say, observing the exciting area around us. I do notice a few clowns around us, which immediately brings flashbacks of Dribbles the Clown back at Baldur’s Gate, except we killed him and he was actually a shapeshifter. Long story short, he and several other shapeshifters were sent by Orin to murder me. Now that I look back on it, I feel honored to be such a threat to her.

“Oh, I have a slight inkling this was all planned last minute,” Gale says, chuckling. “Nonetheless, it’s fun to get out and enjoy this time together.”

We grab food and sit down at the music event, where three high elf bards are performing some new music I haven’t heard of before, but they’re pretty good! As we’re watching the concert, I hear my name nearby by a familiar voice – Shadowheart, perhaps? I turn around and notice her approaching us, and she sits down next to me. She has a bag full of items she bought from the various shops and vendors.

“Shadowheart?”

“I know I live like, two blocks down from you, but I saw you two walking and wanted to…give the baby a gift. But then I lost you when I spotted you both at the festival. I didn’t want to interrupt any future plans you might have later, so I figured I’d come by now.” She hands me an adorable pink owlbear plush from her bag, which is almost as big as Jenevelle herself. “The pink owlbear was the last one left. Since I don’t have children yet, I figured I’d spoil your little one while I still can.” I smile, taking the owlbear plush from her.

“Wow, this…is so kind. Thank you.”

“You want children, Shadowheart?” Gale asks. “Man, I wish I knew that earlier. We’d have asked you to babysit if you ever wanted to get the feel of parenthood.”

“I… I do. Now that our adventures are in the past, I’m in a comfortable position where I know I could be a mother. I would adopt, however.”

“A very kind and selfless choice.” I don’t know why but it surprises me that she wants to be a mother. I never got that vibe from her, but I do recall her saying right before fighting the elder brain that she ‘wants to have children once this is all over.’

“Definitely come by when you can. If you’re free tomorrow, maybe you can come by and we can have some tea or coffee while Gale is teaching?” She smiles with pure delight, as if she’s excited to hang out with me for the first time in a few weeks. I don’t know why we don’t get together more often.

“I’d like that. I’ll see you tomorrow then. I better go grab Astarion before he commits some heinous acts in the middle of the square.”

Gale and I shop around, getting new handmade clothes for Jenevelle and various fruits, vegetables, and other ingredients so I can bake a yummy dessert. Baking is one of my specialties, after all. After soaking in the sun partaking in a lovely little family venture, we head home due to Jenevelle getting fussy. However, we get home to put her down for a nap and she is screaming inconsolably. What we thought was her being tired is actually fear; something is causing her to feel sudden fear.

After about thirty minutes of her lying on my bare chest, she calms down and falls asleep. This was unusual behavior for her, especially since she hardly cries, but I’m glad she’s doing alright now.

“My head is throbbing from the screaming. I can’t imagine how she was feeling. I do hope she’s okay,” Gale says, carefully eyeing our sleeping baby as she sleeps in her crib.

“Me too. Maybe she’s just exhausted? Teething? Growing pains?” We watch her sleep peacefully in her crib for a moment, then head down to the living area to relax for about an hour or two. We plop down on the violet velvet sofa next to each other, curled up in a cuddling position. I’m worried about Jenevelle, but I’m sure I’m just being paranoid.

“You might be right about her possibly having pains of some sort, but part of me believes something else is going on. Maybe she saw something that frightened her. Poor baby,” Gale says, followed with a sigh. “I hate feeling daunting like this, but that must be part of being a parent, hm?” He kisses the side of my head for a couple seconds straight, one of the various affections I adore. “I love you. I think we’re doing pretty well as new parents.” I look up at him with my dark brown eyes, staring directly into his as we snuggle closely.

“I love you too. So much. And I couldn’t agree more.”

My love for him gets stronger by the minute every day. It seems like just yesterday I was pulling him out of a portal within a rock and we had an awkward introduction. Look where that unusual encounter got us!

I suddenly remember that Karlach is supposed to come over tonight to watch Jenevelle while Gale and I attend our monthly date night.

“Oh damn, I forgot we were going out tonight. My mom brain sure shows its true colors now,” I mention.

“Do you want to cancel?”

“No, no, it’s okay. Jenevelle will adore seeing aunty Karlach.” I really try not to cancel our date nights since we don’t have them too often; however, Gale’s mom is coming down in two weeks so we may get another one then. She’s been dying to hold and babysit our little girl.

“Good. I look forward to our evening together.”

I smile as I watch the glowing sun set from our living room window, thinking how blessed I truly am. Life is finally perfect again.

#bg3 #gale dekarios #baldurs gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #karlach #dnd #dungeons and dragons #astarion #shadowheart #gale bg3 #fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #wyll ravengard #halsin

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dimension20npcofalltime · 9 months

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Round One - Bracket Thirty-Nine [Dimension 20 NPC of All Time]

Norelle Blaze vs Ragh Barkrock

Descriptions under the cut

Norelle Blaze - She/Her

Campaign: Dungeons and Drag Queens

Who is she?

Norelle Blaze is a human that died many years ago and is now a warrior in the Underworld.

Why is she the NPC of All Time?

"Hot trans grandma who shows up wearing fabulous armor and comes bearing gifts for the questing queens."

Submitted by: Anonymous

Ragh Barkrock - He/Him

Campaign: Fantasy High, Dimension 20 LIVE

Who is he?

Ragh is a huge, beefy-looking half-orc barbarian. Like most of the members of the Owlbears, he wears a letterman jacket.

He is a stereotypical dumb jock and is very violent most of the time, but he is much more insecure and friendly than he first seems. He had a crush on his best friend, Dayne Blayde, and struggled with his sexuality for a long time until he began to come to terms with it in Prompocalypse. His home life is stressful as his mother is unwell, and he still struggles with his anger a lot, but with the help of the school counselor, Jawbone, he's learning to deal with it in healthier ways. He helps run the LGBT+ alliance at the school and found some great friends in the Bad Kids, especially his fellow Owlbears, Fabian and Gorgug. Dayne and Coach Daybreak were never very nice to him, seeing him more as muscle than anything else, so he's very grateful for the kindness and support he receives from the Bad Kids.

Why is he the NPC of All Time?

"Reformed bully becoming proud of who he is and protecting his fellow bad kids"

"GLASS-EATING HOMOSEXUALISM KING."

Submitted by: @xvynth and Multiple Anonymous People

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Our own Little Somewhere

Astarion stood at the entrance of his tent as he did every night, book in hand trying his damndest to read. Once he heard Karlach and Gale going on about the golden sparks in Arendith's green eyes he huffed slammed his book shut, and glanced over to the fire. Did the idiots not see the truth right before them? She ate with them… but her mouth was fanged like his own, but she was a druid. He supposed it was not uncommon for them to have fangs… And Yet she bore the marks on her neck. They knew what he was, why didn't she just tell them? They weren't super thrilled about having a vampire in camp but they hadn't killed him yet.

“Fangs! Come to join in on the fun? I’m sure Arendith here would LOVE it if you did.” Karlach winked at Arendith who was braiding her hair. Arendith blushed but let the tiefling go about her affections; they'd become fast friends. Gale tossed Karlach a few apples and she started pantomiming with them in a falsetto “OH ASTARION! HOW EVER COULD I STAY AWAY FROM YOUR TEMPTING SMILE” Gale snickered before adding in his best attempt at Astarion “Oh Little Death, You make my undead heart beat again” Karlach had the two apples doing what she hoped could only look like two apples trying to make out before they ended up bruised and smooshed in her hands. “BAM Applesauce!” She started to lick her palms.

He looked to Arendith and cocked his brow, somehow he didn’t think that she would have told anyone of that little pet name that had slipped out a few times. She’d taken to sleeping under Karlach’s tent if it was raining as she’d stopped bothering to try pitching her own, he was slightly jealous that she’d become so close to the infernal ticking time bomb and the literal magical bomb. Arendith gently rubbed the forehead of the little Harlequin Jackalope she’d taken to as a familiar, before gently putting her down and giving Astarion a knowing look. He’d been forbidden to feed off the myriad of animals they’d taken to their camp. A dog, an owlbear, the jackalope, and now there seemed to be a bloody cat in the mix as well. It seemed the Ragdoll had taken to choosing him as a companion and would often slink from chasing its meals to lying in the sun on a cushion or chair while he read. It’d even on a recent occasion deemed his lap an ideal bed while he repaired his clothing one night. He would never admit it but he did find its presence comforting and found himself missing it after a nightmare or two.. or three… He watched as Arendith swayed to the forest and as her form disappeared he laid his book down to follow after her. He wasn't as sneaky as he planned, cat calls and Karlach's loud voice boomed behind him he rolled his eyes as he heard her oblivious-natured comment “Think he’s going to take her hunting?” He could just picture the rest of their friends giggling at her innocence.

Astarion caught her sneaking up to a deer knife in hand preparing to spring he leaned against a tree watching in silence shaking his head at her technique. He watched as she gripped the knife before throwing it to the ground frustrated. He stalked behind her, arms wrapping around her waist like vines “Darling, I was just thinking about you. Remembering our time together, The things we’ve shared - and I don’t just mean that lovely neck of yours. I’m growing to like the whole package, honestly. And you clearly like me too, so…”

Arendith sighed allowing herself a moment of reprieve despite her hunger. “What gave it away?” she rolled her eyes.

Astarion trailed his fingers along her jaw “I could feel it when I was getting lost in your neck. Your little shakes of excitement.” she snorted at this leaving him to his games letting the part about him barely containing his excitement at times, small noises that would escape his mouth as he fed, falling unacknowledged.

“You enjoyed it didn’t you?” he turned her around with a heavily lidded gaze.

“I will say that it was… more pleasurable than when my Master fed, however a Lady never tells.” Arendith said breathily.

“You don’t have to say a thing - I already know how you feel. Because I feel it too.” Astarion said his voice dropping a few octaves. “We could take an evening to ourselves. Get away from camp - get some privacy... I know somewhere quiet. Somewhere intimate. Somewhere we can… indulge in each other.” he trailed his hands to stroke against her pointed ear.

Arendith's flesh pimpled, and her pupils enlarged. She reciprocated the gesture before trailing her hands down his shirt and giving him a gentle peck on the lips. “Sounds good to me, Darling.”

“Wonderful. I just hope we won’t have to wait too long before we can steal away. But once we can, I promise you a night you’ll never forget.” He cooed. “See you there, Lover” he lilted before backing away stalking after the deer she had let get away.

After a successful hunt and a filling dinner, he walked up to the clearing shirt in hand to wipe the sweat and blood from his face. Hearing a soft humming he paused stealthily behind a tree, once he recognized the language as Sylvan he peaked his head around to see Arendith in the stream. So she had found his little spot of refuge… She was in the water arms wrapped around her flawless skin fingers trailing after the water drops in reverence. Astarion swallowed hard eyes blown wide in predation. She was ethereal in the moonlight, water dancing down her pale freckled breasts, Platinum Silver hair running down her back and shoulders. He steeled himself against the oncoming onslaught that tonight would bring, readjusting himself before stepping out from behind the tree as his brain screamed MINE at him. “There you are. I’ve been waiting,” he said voice automatically dropping into the roll. “Waiting from the moment I set eyes on you. Waiting to have you.”

Arendith replied without turning her head sluicing the water from her hair before combing her fingers through. “You don’t have me yet.” She turned to face him drawing herself from the river teasingly slow.

“Don’t I? You’re here. And I don’t think you want to talk.” Astarion met her at the edge of the water offering her his hand. She took it feeling the electricity run between them, eyes following him as he stepped behind her fingers trailing across her shoulders as he went. “I think you want to be known. To be tasted.” he brushed her hair to the side nosing into her neck.

She turned herself to face him drawing her hands up to his chest while shifting her body to one hip making sure to drag them close to him. Arendith trailed her hand down to palm at his clothed cock. “And what is it that you want?” she pushed her hand against him roughly giving him friction if he sought it.

“What do any of us want? Pleasure. Yours. Mine. Our collective ecstasy. That is what you want, isn’t it? To lose yourself in me?” he said face beside hers, stroking his hand up her ear. Arendith moaned breathily in his ear.

“No... I believe sex is a sharing of the soul” She kissed his chin trailing her lips down his neck to his bite mark letting her fangs scrape lightly. “Not a transaction…” she started untying his pants “Not a distraction.. At least not solely..” she worked her long elven fingers under his undergarments. Astarion tucked his head down bringing his lips to hers, he eased his tongue against her lips causing her to open her mouth for him. Precise. Practiced. Perfect.

He grabbed her under her ass lifting her against a tree, they pushed back against the other bringing an urgency to the kiss. She shoved him not ungently, his eyes widened in shock as he landed on his back. Arendith dragged herself teasingly down his body kissing a trail as she did, he lifted his hips for her to remove his pants. On her way back up she lightly dragged her fingers up his skin avoiding his leaking cock. Astarion grabbed her and pushed her onto her back, nudging into her neck as he caged her in with his body. She bared her neck for him and he eagerly sunk his fangs into the soft flesh. His mind wanted to retreat but the taste of her blood flooding his mouth forced him to awareness.

He reached between their bodies running his pale digits between her folds, delighted to find her responding as planned. Astarion unlatched his fangs from her neck lapping his tongue against the wound gently before bringing his fingers to his mouth and making a show of popping them in. He closed his eyes and bobbed his head once along their length “Delicious.” he brought his lips down to brush against hers again, and she ran her hands down his back bringing her hips to rut against his hardness for relief. He found himself wanting to push back. The slick between her legs coated her lower lips enough that when he drew his hips back to grind back down against her clit he instead found himself finding home. Arendith shuddered as he slid in, allowing a deep groan to fall from her lips.

His mind reeled from the sensations of heat and tightness around him, although his brain wanted to dissociate he found himself wanting to chase his pleasure for once. He was free to bed who HE wanted now. Damned if he wasn't at least going to get some modicum of pleasure from it. He slowly and teasingly unsheathed himself fully removing his shaft causing her to whine before he slid back in. Irrationally slow, just enjoying the feeling of her tightness peeling back his foreskin as he pushed himself further. He made a point of rolling his hips upwards ensuring his pelvic bone would push into her clit. He paused when their hips met and he felt his head nestle against her cervix. Arendith whimpered, pulling his ear lobe into her mouth, her fang running along the edge.

He dragged the pads of his fingers down her body pausing to grope at her breasts, pinching a nipple. He had planned on more foreplay but apparently, their bodies were telling a different story tonight. He reached down to stroke against her clit causing her to buck her hips upwards, a nervous gasp falling from his lover's lips.

Astarion laughed internally he supposed this officially made them lovers... there was no grizzly end with Cazador having this one. He could revisit this body and mark it claiming her as his protector. His to use as he saw fit. He found that his hips had continued bucking, slowly picking up the pace, when he felt more of her sweet honey run down her channel coating his cock in thick fluid he snapped back to himself. Astarion grabbed her hips watching as her hands roamed her chest as she moaned. His skin pebbled as she tickled her fingers up his back and neck to settle in his hair grasping his head forcefully nosing into his neck.

Arendith licked a stripe across his puncture marks, her fangs dragging across the skin. Her claws scraped pleasantly across his scalp, he pulled her hips hard against him as her breathy moans dragged from her mouth he rutted up into her pelvic bone. He surprised himself when he felt his cock explode against her cervix seeking to bury itself as deep as he could go. Like it could somehow know something he didn't.

Astarion brought his forehead down to rest on hers, both of them panting. He found himself kissing her softly as he pulled out. He sat back on his legs allowing his mind to assess his current state. He’d done well tonight, secured himself an ally, and bonus points that he had enough pleasure to empty his balls into her. It’d been a while since he’d found sex enjoyable enough to do so. Of course, he’d held back, this wasn't about his orgasm, or lack of one, just ejaculating was pleasurable enough. It was about hers and.. his brain lurched back to the present as he felt a soft hand and a wet cloth come to wipe his face gently before also wiping down his glistening yet flaccid prick.

“I know it's probably weird… I’m sorry… I just… thought it might feel nice to have someone take care of you after… I figured your Master… Errr You know what? Nevermind. Forget I -” Arendith stumbled through her words. “I’m ruining things aren’t I?” she dragged her hand down her face groaning as she tossed the cloth aside. She laid herself beside Astarion nudging her nose into his side taking in a deep whiff of his scent. She purred as she noted his skin carrying her scent as she closed her eyes, slipping into a trance.

Astarion stiffly moved his arm to wrap around her unsure as to what he was doing but hoping it would lure her into trusting him further. He sighed as he closed his eyes and also slipped into a trance.

The next morning Arendith awoke to Astarion sunning himself back exposed to her. She stretched out luxuriously “Mmm not staying for a cuddle?” she decided against mentioning his scars, he’d tell her about them when he was ready.

Astarion stood still facing away from her pointedly enjoying his sun. “You sleep light. I thought you’d be exhausted after last night.”

Ahh we’re back to this Astarion, thought Arendith. Pity, she was starting to really enjoy his company, well if he wanted to still play games it was no skin off her back. “Did you enjoy it? It seemed like you weren’t fully there.”

He brought his arms down before turning his head slightly, still making a point to not look at her. “I was holding back a little, it’s true. I didn’t want to lose control. Delicious as you were, I didn’t want to go too far. Now, shall we get on? I want to go before anyone else thanks me for saving their tails.”

Arendith stood up replacing her dress and fussing with her hair. After she deemed herself presentable in the water, she raked her nails softly up his bare arm “Well if there’s a next time… If I could put up with Alistair, I can take much more from the likes of you.” she turned to saunter off leaving his mind reeling but he caught her wrist with a smirk on his face he said “Oh and don’t feel the need to brag to the others about our little tryst. Given the noise you made last night they already know.” she returned a quirked brow and a saucy smile before freeing her wrist with a quick motion swaying her hips as she went.

#astarion smut #astarion x reader #astarion fanfiction #astarion fanfic #astarion ancunin #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x oc

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This Is Much More Beautiful Than The Dumpster

Twig found a baby bugbear alone in the swamp about seven years ago.

Roughly seven years, at least, in Feywild Time. In Material Plane time, it’s hard to tell how old he’d be now. He might be much older, might be much younger. It doesn’t matter much, because he’s not there and his life is not what it would’ve been. Instead Twig had scooped up the abandoned baby bugbear, brought him into her Inn, and raised him as her little brother.

To say he was raised lovingly is undeniable. To say he was raised responsibly…

Well, Torbek had stumbled into patches of wild Witchlight fungi over a dozen times by the time he was six, and had licked enough frogs to lose count by the same age. He’d begun showing signs of uncontrollable magic just a couple of weeks before his 5th birthday (well, Twig thinks it’s his birthday. She was once paid in a single-use orb that told her anything she wanted to know, and she had had very little reason to doubt the customer who’d given it to her). By the time he was six they had both gotten a general handle on things, and by the time he turned seven Twig figured he’d either grow out of it’s wild and unpredictable nature or they’d just have to find a more affordable way to repair the inn.

Especially after those episodes started up. Sometimes his magic did silly things, giving Torbek Twig’s hair and Twig Torbek’s, or turning them both bright purple, or summoning a thousand small tap-dancing ants who thought of Torbek’s head as their stage- all of these delighted both siblings!

And then there were the… incidents. The days when his bright magenta magic seemed to get caught in his veins, clogged in his blood, his entire being just… shifting. When it first happened Twig thought it was an overstimulation meltdown- until Torbek tried to slice her open from hairline to belly button, and growled at her in a way he’d never growled before, and spoken in a voice not his own. She’d run into the swamp and hid in the mud, and heard the exact moment the change ended. When Torbek had come back to himself, alone and digging in the muck of the swamp with a shred of Twig’s apron stuck to his fingers, he’d cried loud enough for all of Hither to hear, and it took Twig two weeks to convince him it wasn’t his fault and it was safe to hug her.

But those incidents are, thankfully, very rare. In the two years since his magic manifested, he’d gone ‘Gorebek’ only twice. But twice was too often, and it made Torbek… shrink. He enjoyed making friends, being loved, but he feared. He began to shrink into himself, curl up in small spaces, struggle with hygiene and social interaction and self-confidence. Twig did as much as she could to help him, listened to him talk about his nightmares and the unpleasant itch in his mind that sometimes came with his magic and the looming feeling of Being Observed. She truly tried to be the best big sister she could be to him, but it was difficult. Especially with the Inn being so empty, the realm being so broken…

And then, they came along.

An alligatorfolk in a smart purple suit, a genasi with a laugh as explosive and passionate as an erupting volcano, a tabaxi with a calm demeanor yet plenty of his own chaos, a goblin with the air of Pure Silly Patrenhood, and a baby owlbear so adorable and sweet she could give your eyeballs cavities.

They came knocking at the door, and it swung open on its own in the middle of Twig and Torbek playing a game of ‘Toss The Petunia’. Both of their heads had snapped to look at the door, and poor Pigtunia went right over Torbek’s head. She quickly turned to avoid slamming into the wall, and the rest of the momentum sent her right into the genasi’s arms.

“Whoa! Hey there, lil’ piggy.” He’d held Pigtunia with care, and well- that was enough.

“My name’s Twig Toadspring, aaand I’m a brownie! Aaand, I run the Inn, at the End of the Road with my brother Torbek!” She gestures down at Torbek, herself standing on top of the bar and Torbek getting cups down behind it. The whole crew peers over the counter to get a look, and Gricko gasps.

“Ooooh, a little bugbear! Gosh, I ‘aven’t seen one of you fellas so little since I left home!” Gricko gushes. “Do’ya know any goblin, little guy?”

Torbek looks up at Twig hesitantly, and Twig gives a grin and a thumbs-up. He sets down the cups and begins to speak in stilted, broken goblin. “We have book on it.”

“Not bad, little guy- what was his name again? Turbwreck?”

“Torbek!”

“Torbek! Sorry, sorry, I’m a little lightheaded from various activities and curses.” Gricko climbs up over the counter, Hootsie following, both of them kicking Gideon and Kremy and Frost in the faces by accident as they go. Ignoring the shouts of their friends, the father and daughter plop down next to Torbek as Twig keeps talking to the first guests at the Inn in ages.

“How’d you end up here, little fella?” Gricko sits next to Torbek, who shrinks away a bit. “I know bugbears usually have ancestors from the feywild, but I didn’ know they lived here!”

“Torbek came from the swamp.” He points a long, spindly finger at the window. “Twig found me in a traaash heap.”

“Ooooh.” Gricko winces. “That’s… nice, that she found you.”

Torbek nods. “Twig the greatest.”

“Oh, she seems great.” Gricko hears her trying to convince Kremy to let her and Torbek have a slumber party with the party in one big room, and Kremy very politely trying to decline while Gideon doesn’t think it’s the worst idea. “This is my daughter, Hootsie!”

Torbek looks at Hootsie and waves. Hootsie tilts her head at him, making her judgment…

And then nuzzles her face into his hand.

Torbek is shocked for a moment, and then giggles. “Torbek has neeeeever felt anything so soooft!”

“Yes, she has very good personal hygiene habits.” Gricko beams with pride. “She’s probably the best at it in our group! Don’t tell Kremy I said that.”

“Torbek doesn’t know who Kremy iiiiis. So he won’t. … Do you like making pillow forts?”

“I love making pillow forts! Hootsie and I are expert fort makers, if I do say so myself.”

Torbek lights up! “Twig and Torbek make pillow forts allllll the timeeeeee because Twig loves to crochet! We can make the best pillow fort eeeeeeeeeverrrrrrrrr!”

And then they did. Because no monsters struck that night. No twisted, agonized shells of former and future friends, no painful admittance of guilt, no realizations of just how real this adventure is getting.

They build a pillow fort. They get everyone in on it. And when the party wake up after a strange nightmare-like dream of a man in tight pants who’s searching for someone ‘with Witchlight fused into their very blood’, they have no clue who that might be.

Not for now, anyway.

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic #injury mention #No actual injury just the threat of it

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