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day-drawn-blog · 6 months

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Part VII: I went away cause I missed you or maybe You are not mine and am I truly yours? - The Power

Pairing: Astarion x Reader -- This is set in Act I

Tags: angst, fluff, sadness, angst, fluff, then maybe eventually smut because I do love that

Part I. Crowned light moon of mine - I found you too soon

Part II : Lace your heart with mine Let your sleeping soul take flight

Part III : maybe tonight I'll rest in peace

Part IV : There is more to do and I still want to live

Part V : our futures bound, our bodies known

Part VI: These ain't my sins. I broke my chains.

Part VIII: Your blood like wine, invites me in.

Part IX: I'll welcome my sentence and give you my penance

Part X : I can't go yet...don't let me die

You all stayed at camp as two of your party members recovered their physical and psychic damage. Not much happened. The second night, Astarion was able to step out, and sit next to the campfire with everyone. Everyone had spent time on their own way - resting. Wyll seemed to have refined a dance. He wanted to share with everyone, and asked for a partner, just as you walked in with a bunch of firewood. Everyone looked at you and Wyll found his volunteer. You indulged him.

It turned out more fun than you had thought.

You enjoyed dancing in a previous life. A life which you cannot remember much of, anymore. Everyone was being merry. Astarion seemed to be recovering because he made some snarky comment at Wyll's dancing skills. Said he always dreamt of marrying a handsome prince charming like Wyll as a kid - making everyone burst out in laughter. Wyll offered to dance with him in return and Astarion turned him down saying he was afraid of being stepped on. After which a funny banter followed.

All was not as bad as it could be.

"You seem to be all better, Astarion. Good to see, soldier. It's all thanks to Halsin's medicine that our dear captain so diligently put on you all night" Karlach beamed, gesturing to you. You felt like a deer in the spotlight. "Ah no no no, I hardly -- " "Of course you did, you followed my instructions perfectly" chimed in Halsin, unhelpfully.

You looked down to the ground blushing. You didn't want to look at Astarion. At this point you may as well hold a sign saying you love him, you thought. "Thank you. Captain." Astarion returned, in a solemn and deep voice. "I owe you my life". "Again." You were sure he said that last word, or did he. It was said very softly, almost to himself.

Everyone was able to march forwards again.

In the underdark the next day, Shadowheart and Karlach were chatting. You wondered if Shadowheart and Astarion had found their way to each other again. You hoped they did. You did not want to come in between real love. "You know, I have a spent time in a crypt. But the underdark, still unsettles me". What?

Astarion had caught up with you.

He was trying to make conversation! You were surprised. "Are you still feeling unwell? Maybe you thought I was someone else?". You blurted out unwittingly. Half joking, but also, not. "Why would you say that? I was perfectly aware who I was walking upto to have an idle chatter with. If you are not interested... however" He feigned being hurt. "You never talk to me, Astarion. This feels very, not normal. Why now?". You were genuinely curious.

"Do I not?" He seemed hurt.

"We haven't spoken a word except last night in the past week". You reminded him, pettily. " I had, a few things to sort through, in my head." He said, a bit distant. "But I feel much better today. Both in body and in mind". "That is very good to hear. We were all worried that night. You were close to falling in the water".

You two then talked a fair bit.

About the incident, about his time as a magistrate in Baldurs gate. A few things about Cazador. You felt there was more to the Cazador story than he let on. But that would have to wait. You were in combat again.

You started with your back to his back.

You had never fought this way before. You felt safer. You cancelled someone trying to cast a spell on the party. Then at one point, while you were momentarily distracted, you saw two hands on either side of you, cast 'ignis' from behind you, as hot flames burst forth. It was so warm for a moment. Not just from the spell but his breathy voice right behind you as he took down your enemy for you.

His face was so close to you.

"Look out!" You were so distracted by his face, you didn't see the arrows coming. Astarion turned you around while shielding you with his back that took the arrows. His armor was enough to save him but that was dangerous. "What are you doing?!," You demanded, slightly frowning since that was reckless. "Saving your distracted self. You're welcome" he snarked back.

And whose fault is that, again. You sighed.

Fighting side by side had it's charms. It gave him advantage on his sneak attacks while you took out any enemies in range. But at one point, towards the end of the battle, you were both near a ledge, when someone set off an explosive and you both fell off. Down into the abyss. You cast feather fall to save your lives and braced for impact.

It didn't hurt as much but you both fell in a pool of rubble dirt and dust that clouded everything. Coughing, you couldn't see in the smoke cloud and dust. The area looked precarious. As if a false step or loud sound would make you go crashing further. Astarion was a few feet away. Coughing.

He crawled towards you. "Are you okay"?

A wooden beam seemed to fall towards you as you looked up. Your mind went blank. You Eldritch blasted it and realized it splattered into a hundred splinters that were now raining down on you. In an instant, Astarion was on you. Fully armored. And he shielded you from the worst of them. You on your back, him on all fours, protecting you.

"What are you doing?"

You were genuinely angry. Why does he keep putting himself in danger for you! Those splinters were not enough to hurt you badly, and you did not need saving from something so trivial. What has gotten into him today. Being the Hero. Didn't he find the idea repulsive? You couldn't understand this man. He definitely disapproved of a lot of your more benevolent choices in the past. And now look at who is being the Hero.

Hypocrite.

You expected him to say he was saving you, and you had your reply ready in your head. That you would have survived just fine. You just needed to remember the right spell.

"I'm being ... grateful".

Is what he said. What? You looked into his eyes. Once again, his face, was very close to yours. "You are a handful. You know that"? He quipped. You were offended. "Excuse me - I cast feath -- " His lips were on yours. He sucked and pulled on your lower lip before parting.

"I -- wa --- "

"Shut up" and he kissed you again. Several times. Quick, rash and hurried. His tongue found yours. You had no time to breathe. Your mind was going blank again. Why does this man do this to you every time. You put your arms around him without thinking when a voice rang out. "You guys ok down there? " Karlach's voice ran out from above.

He tore away instantly.

"Yes! " He promptly got away and waved "we are here!!" "I saved her but now we need help getting out". "You didn't save ---" " Shut up or I will kiss you again". It wasn't the warning that shut you up. But the shock at what was happening... You just stared at him wide eyed. "If you don't believe me, why don't you test me" he smirked. He helped you up. The party had thrown a rope ladder down to you two.

After you. He said.

You held the rope. No, after you. "I'm afraid, my love, that can't be helped" he stood behind you and tugged at the rope to check its strength, he was so close again. "I need to keep my eyes on you darling. " He smirked again as he leaned in and kissed you again. This one was longer and more tender. "For the journey back up, my dear. Who knows when I can tear you away again".

His hand was on your stomach. Tantalizingly close to your breasts. "I would like to savor you more ....later" He said in a very low voice, next to your ears, almost in a whisper. Your head tilted back, he planted one more kiss on your lips and let you go. You gripped the rope hard. Your heard pounding from the kisses he lavished on you.

You tried to focus on the task at hand, and made your way up, slowly. Looking back down every now and again as he smiled up at you.

You resolved to end this turmoil soon.

Back up reunited, you decided to stay with the others the rest of the day. That didn't prevent him from catching your eye and flashing his smile at you every chance he got. You turned away, cheeks flushed and confused, every time.

Back at camp that night, you tore away from everyone, to sort your thoughts through before confronting him. You found a secluded pool, so you stripped to your inners and went in the cool water. You were still uncomfortable being completely naked in the wilderness. Made you feel, vulnerable. Besides - who knew if someone was lurking. These woods were filled with thieves, bandits...vampires.

"There you are, darling. "

Shocked, you turned to see him. "How did you -". He smirked. "Why, I can smell your sweet blood miles away. Did you forget, I'm a... vampire" he winked. You were infuriated - not a moment's peace with this man around. You should have washed your wounds faster. Years of being a predator has given him perfect stalking skills it seemed. Fine. Might as well get it done with. You braced yourself.

Astarion stripped down and got into the water.

Part VIII : Your blood like wine, invites me in.

#astarion romance #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion bg3 #astarion angst #fluff #fanfic #vampire #astarion fanfic #baldurs gate 3

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lynnlovesthestars · 4 months

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Serendipity.

Pairing: Astarion x OC (Lynn, changeling.)

Genre: fluff? idk not gonna lie..

Warnings: blood sucking, messy kisses?, my messy writing is a warning by itself.. honestly not much..

wc: 1.7k? fairly short but it was a blurb i accidentally wrote at 3 am.

summary: astarion was supposed to have a meal and ended up catching feelings- or something like that.

AN: as i said its messy, maybe i should have sent it to someone to beta read it but also my therapist told me to not give a shit n post.. anyways i hope it was somewhat good cause im low on motivation lately ahah!\

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Lynn and Astarion had built a small feeding routine over the few weeks they had started traveling together, where the changeling would offer him blood a few times a week when he didn’t get injured.

The changeling didn't expect to be so affected by their little plan. It was supposed to be easy: feeding and leaving, nothing more and nothing less. So how did he end up in a weird tangle of emotions?

Lynn had forbidden himself from feeling anything but anger, yet he couldn't stop his heart from going batshit crazy whenever the two Were close.

That day Lynn had been feeling cold, as the lack of sun in the underdark would expect, the reason why, when Astarion looked for him that night, he had found the changeling in a cocoon of blankets reading a book.

“I hope you’ll share that novel with me.” He chuckled as he stepped closer, crouching next to the bundle of blankets that was Lynn.

The changeling had not heard him as he sneaked in, and it became obvious when he had jolted up. “Gods you scared me” He held a hand to his chest as he heavily panted.

“Sorry, my precious” He smiled.

Lynn didn't like to admit how Astarion’s sweet names affected him, they had been growing closer though he wished for more.

Anyway, it was in these moments, when silence would dawn on the two, that Astarion would feel the ghost of his heart fluttering, jumping to his throat as he noticed those little details about Lynn.

In that moment it was the faint line of a cut on his neck, as if he had been decapitated and sewn back together. He wanted to lean in, trace that scar and press his lips to it. Astarion mentally cursed himself at the thought, he had been so drawn to the changeling, that whenever he was in his mind he couldn’t help but derail to thoughts he was terrified of.

Nevertheless Lynn was the one that moved forward this silence.

“‘Starion, you are here for your dinner, right?” He asked softly as he eased down under the warmth of the blanket again.

“Uh, yeah” He rubbed the back of his head. “But if you don’t feel like it tonight we can-”

“No please, come in here..” He invited him under the blanket with a soft smile, a smile Lynn had not wasted for many before, lifting the bulde just enough he could slide in without dispersing too much heat. “It’s cold tonight, like this we will be warm” He murmured tenderly.

The elf swore he felt like everything faded away from around him as he was engulfed by the comfort of the duvet and Lynn’s closeness. It was so much and not enough at the same time.

“There you go” The changeling laid on his side to make more room for Astarion as he moved his hair to the side to expose the raw pinpricks on his neck.

“You’re sure? I don’t want to ruin your blanket accidentally” Astarion murmured as he gently traced the hollows where his fangs last bit.

Lynn couldn’t hide the goosebumps that settled on his skin as he nodded and as his usual he wrapped his arms around the elf’s waist, helping Astarion relax in the intimacy of the moment.

Neither of them knew how they did it, how the simple act of wrapping one’s arms around someone to bring them close, could ease any uncomfortable feeling that could go through them.

Lynn felt his throat suddenly going dry, as Astarion grazed Lynn’s neck with his lips, his face warmed up with a flush, and for a moment he was glad Astarion could not notice the blush.

It felt as if he wanted to leave a kiss against the pale skin, but just the remote thought would make him run.

It didn’t matter how many times he’d be cradled in his arms and felt the sting of the bite pierce through his body, Lynn would always feel his heart race when Astarion’s lips would cup the wound and would start draining him of his blood.

In that moment, he felt like everything was amplified tenfolds, the way Astarion delicately held his head and clutched to his hip, or the hushed sounds he’d let out as he fed. The blanket, he blamed the blanket for the heat that rushed through his body, for the incessant thrumming of his heart.

He felt his body go through so much: he would feel heavy while simultaneously feeling lightheaded, he would feel soft while feeling rough, he’d feel like he was finally breathing while also being breathless.

Astarion wanted to be slow, tender, let the sweetness of the changeling’s blood rush slowly against his tongue, and get lost in the intrinsically private moment.

His arms kept the body from slipping away, as if he was terrified Lynn would walk away from the embrace. Not from the feeding, but from Astarion’s soft clutch, afraid of him.

Lynn hummed as Astarion tongue quickly lapped at the wound, collecting the blood that was still spilling out.

The two were breathless, forehead pressed against each other, still dazed by the exchange. They wanted to blame the closeness or the blanket that was shielding them, but that would have been lying to themselves.

Astarion’s fingers were still laced in Lynn’s hair, while Lynn’s hands now rested on Astarion’s cheeks, gently caressing the skin of the elf.

Of all the times they laid like that, this moment was when he realized how soft Lynn’s hair were, or how warm and calming his breath against his cold skin felt, or how delicate the touch of the changeling could be. He could feel his breath still affected by the softness of each other’s touch.

It was one of those moments where one would hope they would be sane enough to read each other’s eyes, to catch that feeling that was juggling between them, or they could read each other’s mind, cause they wondered if their lips would taste just like how they imagined.

They didn’t even speak, it was astounding how the two didn’t want to let go of the other.

Lynn had been the one to find the courage, he gently pulled him closer, tangling his fingers in his curls as he crashed their lips together.

On his lips he tasted what divinity felt like, as Astarion's grip became ironclad on his waist.

Their kiss was breathless, desperate as they couldn't let go of each other. When one would take a moment to breathe, the other would itch to close the distance again, lingering close until their lips were not tangled again.

If the whole camp would have been silent, the only sound that would have reverberated would have been their breathy pleas.

“Don't go” Lynn begged as he lingered close, earning another kiss.

This time Astarion was tender, he caressed Lynn’s cheek as he eased. His usually taught body became nothing more than gelatin as he pressed himself against him.

“Not going anywhere” He murmured as he kissed him again. Their lips teased, sucked, clasped as they desperately clung to each other. They became one as the night swayed between sighs and caresses. Their clothes were long forgotten as they laid forehead to forehead, cradled against each other as they let their tongues do the talking for them.

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simplysslytherin · 4 months

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The famed Hero of Baldur’s Gate decides to take their relationship with Astarion to the next level. They’ve gone steady for a couple of years and are both serious about each other—Tav uprooted their life to live with Astarion in the Underdark, after all.

Tav, after receiving an invitation from their parents to come home for a family reunion, decides it would be a good time to introduce Astarion to their family. They’ve raved about him in their occasional check-ins with their mom, so their parents are more than eager to meet the man who’s captured Tav’s heart.

“Are you sure this is fine?” frets Astarion, scrutinizing his doublet and fiddling with his curls. He grips the handle of his umbrella—enchanted with magic to shield him from the sun—a little too tightly until it scrunches in his palm, and he worries his bottom lip between his fangs.

Tav peers back at him over their shoulder. A smile creeps its way onto their lips. He’s so nervous, and it’s positively adorable. They haven’t seen him this antsy since they were first intimate without ulterior motives, and he was eager to please his beloved.

They sidle up to Astarion to twine their arms together. “Astarion, you look amazing. My family will love you. Hells, my mother already adores you. She’s one of the hardest people to please. You have nothing to worry about.”

Astarion scoffs, trying to mask the nerves exploding beneath his skin. He pats your hand clasped to the bend of his elbow, eyes swimming beneath the dark lenses perched on his nose. “How often do you bring home guests with fangs?”

Tav bears a contemplative look, a finger tapping their chin. Astarion blanches. They can’t be serious. He was merely joking. He would hope he’s their only lover with a penchant for…well, blood. Speaking of which, how would they take to his appetite?

“There was that one guy,” you say, causing the vampire to sputter. You giggle, ducking away from him when he attempts to flick your forehead. “I’m only kidding, Astarion.” You gaze at him with a disarming twinkle to your eyes. “Trust me, your fangs are the least of your worries. If anything, you’ll be the center of attention because of them. My family loved weirdos.”

“The only weirdo here is you, my dear.”

“Is that why you fell for me?”

“Well, that, and your incredible ass.” You chuckle as Astarion draws you closer with a pinch to your rear, planting a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

They smile as they welcone him in. Guilt isn't a new feeling for Astarion. No one could say guilt is a confort but one can be comfortable in guilt. Astarion is on of those people, he is comfortable in his guilt of all the 7000 spawn he killed and the victims he lured back. That is a normal condition of being Astarion. This guilt is new.

He hasn't seen Tav smile like this before. Their brother had come with his family and Tav was in love with their new niece. Cooing and playing with the six month old baby. This is what he stole. Their family. The chance to know their brother's children.

Tav's mother enters the room.

"Look at all my darlings all together." She gushes, "now your settled down with a nice man don't you think you should gove your nieces some cousins?"

"Mama!" Tav's voice is shocked and Astarion feels another stab of guilt.

It was clear Tav wanted children, but had never asked Astarion. Astarion didn't even know if he could have children.

At the end of the day when Astarion nuzzles into Tav, Tav clears their throat.

"Astarion?"

"Yes my darling?"

"Are you alright? You've been so quiet today."

"I stole all this from you."

"Stole what?"

"Your family. You could be up here with them, instead your down in the underdark with me."

Tav caresses his face, "I do miss them yes,

But I can't imagine life without you." He leans into the touch guilt can wait for now.

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion acunin #astarion baldurs gate #astarion bg3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #baldurs gate tav #tav #baldur's gate 3

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evillittlebirdie · 7 months

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Refuge: Tav/Rolan

Lia and Cal deserved better.

One day, they would have it. Lia and Cal could have stability and the resources to pursue if Rolan could provide for them. Most importantly, Rolan needed to protect them. And not let some flitting hero come in to save the day. Instead of Rolan, Tav was the one to save his siblings from Moonrise Towers. Tav even saved Rolan when he went out on his own. How he hated that sweet, clueless look on her face when he lashed out at her. That damn, lovable, dashing rogue did what Rolan couldn't do and she did it without breaking a sweat.

And if Rolan needed to go through Lorroakan's education to ensure his competency, then he would.

***

"Wrong."

But Rolan knew he was right.

"Master, I do not mean to disagree with you, but-"

Lorroakan raised his hand, and a sudden gust of wind left his hand. Rolan lost his footing and fell on the floor. His head hit the wood, causing a sudden ache. Lorroakan walked over to him, standing over the tiefling. "Now, I'll ask you again. What can disable an animated armor?"

"Sussar Bloom," Rolan replied breathlessly. Even if Tav hadn't regaled her story of exploring the Underdark, he would have known sussar bloom was the correct answer.

"Wrong," Lorroakan repeated. Lorroakan delivered a vile, physical kick to Rolan's ribs. He could feel the trauma spreading along his side. Rolan let out a cry before scrambling to his knees. That was a foolish move.

Once Rolan moved to his hands and knees, Lorroakan stepped on Rolan's left hand. Rolan hissed in response. Each move to pull his hand away caused Lorroakan to dig deeper into the extremity.

"If you scratch my floor with your claws, I will personally rip every one of them out," Lorroakan threatened darkly. Rolan stopped moving, keeping as still as a statue.

"I am your Master. And I am always correct. If I say the sky is purple, then it is purple. If I say that you are a pathetic tiefling, then you are not fit to lick my boots," Lorroakan pontificated, twisting his heel more and more into Rolan's hand.

"Master," Rolan struggled to speak despite his aching head, bruised ribs, and trapped hand. "I only just-"

Lorroakan interrupted him, "I don't recall asking you a question. I merely reiterated the reality of your situation. If you have an issue with my teaching methods, you can leave. You can hawk cheap magical items and whore out cantrips like the pathetic performers in the street. I'm very sure that you'll support your family that way."

The facetiousness of Lorroakan's words dripped like venom from a snake. Lorroakan moved his boot from Rolan's hand. Instantly, Rolan stretched out his fingers and wrist. He could barely move. The pain shot from his dorsal up to his elbow.

"You're welcome to resign if you don't want to be my apprentice. And you'll be just another refugee in this city taking up space," Lorroakan said, stepping back from Rolan. He gestured toward the study's door, "There is the exit. Go, and you'll be free. And I'll see to it no other wizard on the Sword Coast will take you on. You'll be lucky to find a job sorting scrolls in a library. However, if you decide to stop being a brat, you can get started on reading and memorizing the fifth volume of Fringe Philosophy."

Rolan's eyes darted to the door and then to Lorroakan. The wizard had walked away, leaving Rolan on the ground. He walked to his desk and sat down. There was no further direction.

Lorroakan didn't need him. There was a line of eager apprentices willing to subject themselves to his methods. Rolan was replacable. And Lorroakan knew that. Rolan swallowed bile and his pride. He stood up on his feet and ignored the stars in his peripheral vision. He walked over to the bookshelf to pull out the book and started reading.

***

Rolan should have met Cal and Lia for dinner hours ago. The night was pitch black and most shops were closed for the day. Rolan had been in Baldur's Gate long enough to know his way through the streets. The alleyways were dangerous, but private. He didn't have to hear the words of anyone passing by. He could lean his body against the stone wall and concentrate on the throbbing sensation on his belly. His fingers ran down his side, wincing as even the featherlight touch grazed the spot where Lorroakan kicked him.

Lia and Cal were worried about him. And yet Rolan could not bring himself to face them.

The drunks were stumbling on their way home. The barkeepers were hollering, "Last call!". Sex workers had claimed their clients. Thieves had successfully stolen their quota from witless victims.

Rolan traveled through the streets, subconsciously rubbing his wounded hand with his healthy one. He couldn't face his siblings. Yet he could not return to the tower.

"There you are!"

Rolan pulled his staff off his back, putting himself in a battle-ready stance. Anyone who approached him in the middle of the night in an alleyway was looking for trouble. But instead, he came face to face with Tav's cheerful, pleased expression. Rolan could not control his reaction. He jumped back from Tav's body, almost knocking himself back into the alleyway. "Must you always sneak up on people?" Rolan asked, stilling his rapidly beating heart. He returned his staff to his back.

"I was worried you'd run off or something. You don't exactly like me," Tav stated bluntly, looking over the man.

Rolan swallowed uncomfortably. It wasn't that he didn't...like Tav. He just wished she would mind her own business. And stop showing him up. Otherwise, she was lovely.

Now, where did that adjective come from?

"Cal and Lia asked me to find you. You were supposed to have dinner with them about eight hours ago," Tav pointed out, shifting on her feet.

"Well, you can tell them I am fine. I just...I was busy," Rolan gave a poor excuse, knowing that Lia and Cal would give him an earful when they finally got him alone in a room.

"Ah, yes, busy hanging out in alleyways. Not even a nice alleyway. This one smells like piss. Don't tell me you're searching for ingredients for potions or whatever magic crap you wizards do," Tav rambled on, her eyes still on Rolan.

That would have been a much better excuse.

"Can't a man walk around a city? It's not like I was in any danger," Rolan commented, lashing out in self-defense.

"No, we just have a serial killer roaming the streets. Other than that, Baldur's Gate is as safe as a garden meadow," Tav replied sarcastically. But her sarcasm was not biting. It was in jest. She gave Rolan a small smile, "Look, I know you can take care of yourself-"

"You must not. Given your rescue mission in the Shadowlands," Rolan pointed out.

"Noted. The next time we find ourselves surrounded by shadows, I will wait patiently until you ask for my help," Tav stated, rolling her eyes playfully. She was still smiling. How could she still be smiling? "I'll just relay to your siblings that I found you and you're okay. And I'll leave you to..." She looked around the alleyway before setting her hands on her hips, "Whatever...sulking...wizard...male...tiefling shit you are busying yourself with." She avoided eye contact with Rolan before she commented, "You know...if you ever wanted company on these...brooding outings, I'm free."

Thoroughly insulted, Rolan responded bitingly, "I don't need a bodyguard."

Tav huffed frustratedly, "Not as a bodyguard, you ass. As a friend, a companion. Maybe someone who would guide you away from the alleyway and to a restaurant instead. At least the smell of piss comes from the beer. For an intelligent man, you are an idiot."

Rolan quite had it with being humiliated. "I don't have to stand here and listen to you berate me. Maybe that's why I want to be on my own," Rolan snapped before walking by Tav, leaving her behind in the alleyway. As he took a few steps, he mulled over what she said to him. 'away from an alleyway and to a restaurant instead'. He frowned, bemused, before turning back to Tav.

Rolan smiled, amused, at the sight of Tav already beginning to climb the walls of the alleyway. She was taking her leave.

"What did you mean exactly, by taking me to a restaurant?" Rolan inquired.

Tav paused her hand on the shingle of the nearby roof. She stared down at Rolan, her smile now returning to her face. "You know...you and I haven't had a proper conversation. I thought forever that you hated me."

Rolan could feel his cheeks warm, "I...I don't hate you."

"Well, I know that now. Your siblings made that clear."

Rolan fully blushed now. Cal and Lia teased him mercilessly. Whenever Rolan muttered about Tav, they giggled. They called it 'schoolboy love'.

"That's why I suggested a restaurant. We could have a proper conversation. And if you don't like me, then at least you get a meal out of it. My treat," Tav offered, now swinging her body back and forth on the edge of the roof. There had to be a story behind Tav's comfort with Baldur's Gate.

"Well, I suppose that we could..."

"I'll take that as a yes!" Tav called out, her voice loud with excitement. "It's a date. I'll pick you up from the tower tomorrow. No backing out. It's a date," She beamed before hopping up on the roof. And within seconds she disappeared into the night.

Between the events of the day and night, Rolan was swimming with emotions. Maybe it was some rational part of him that allowed him to smile. He rubbed his hand again. The pain had lessened. He would be able to write with it soon. Rolan could only hope to please Lorroakan and be free by the time Tav arrived for their date.

Wait...

What...

"...A date?"

#whumptober 2023 #no.7 #“I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”#radio silence #alleyway #“can you hear me?”#bg3 #rolan/tav #abuse tw #fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 rolan

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ex-textura · 29 days

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Please word vomit to us about Ilztaufein's complicated relationship dynamics (if you want, no pressure) 💜

HAH! Oh, you've asked for it.

i'm not proof reading any of this stream of consciousness lets goooo

Alright soo early in the game Izzy never had any sort of actual interest in the other party members at all, romantic or otherwise. He's a pissy little prince of a man who likes things a certain way and isn't so far removed from his noble upbringing in the underdark that he's unlearned all his negative associations with other races (or even with drow themselves tbh. he'd say he's complicated but he's mostly just a bitch), but he's still a good guy in the most technical sense so he did start to get close to them in spite of himself.

He's also a man who's pretty used to just casually sleeping with other members of his teams whenever the desire arises. So when Astarion propositioned him like...QUITE early on he was like fuck it. Whatever. I could use an orgasm. And Astarion was similar enough to him in personality (and to drow in appearance to be quite honest) that he didn't give it that much thought. Fun romp in the woods, whatever nbd.

Only that Astarion like...didn't seem to get the hint, or something. Because despite Ilztaufein being pretty clear that he was just having fun, Astarion started crossing some lines from one-night stand to fwb and then maybe a little more? Only Izzy still was never really feeling it. I mean, Astarion was fine. The sex was technically well executed and Astarion is handsome and fun so he had no regrets in that regard. But see this sad little human was starting to worm his way into Izzy's mind. He kept showing pieces of himself that Ilztaufein didn't expect from someone like him. Hints and pieces of greater power, greater ambition. And Ilztaufein was intrigued.

Then Izzy learned about Gale's past with Mystra, about the truth of the orb and what he'd done and rather than being worried he was sorta. kinda.... well that was like really really hot??? I mean sure it was foolish and it backfired but the power it had to have taken in the first place to do what Gale did. To catch the eye of a goddess too. And the ambition to aim so damned high. That was the turning point. Gale was no longer just some wizard that claimed to be an archmage and wanted to learn to play sava. Gale WAS an archmage. A chosen. A powerful man with powerful means and powerful desires and Ilztaufein wanted, needed, to be part of that.

So he was still sleeping with Astarion on occasion, the vampire showering him this performative sort of affection that never really did anything for him but Izzy didn't care enough to stop because like. Whatever floats your boat, man. And flirting with Gale in the meantime, spending most nights discussing magical theory over a game of lanceboard or sava as they taught each other their chess game of choice. Falling hard for Gale, and not ever really trying to hide it. He'd never wanted someone like that before, but being such a little princess, he always got what he wanted.

The hiccup is where Astarion comes into this. Cause Astarion's little pet names and affection and all that definitely started as a performance but in spite of himself he'd actually started to fall for Ilztaufein. A sassy little minx who shared a lot of his interests (and mannerisms. and clothes), who even though he was a good person fundamentally, didn't really do anything for the sake of altruism. Who made him laugh, and didn't give a shit about his past, or what he'd done, but was immediately more than happy to help him with whatever - whether that be casting Hold Person on a bandit specifically so Astarion could drink from them without fuss, teaching him how to make drow poisons, or straight up plotting against Cazador.

So Astarion is maybe sorta starting to fall hard. But he's never been free before. He barely knows who he is. He doesn't know how to be alone but he also doesn't know how to be with someone...in the way he might want to be with Izzy. Maybe. If he lets himself think about it long enough. So he's weighing his options.

Talk to Izzy. Tell him how he feels. Tell him that maybe what he wants with him is more than sex (and, honestly, maybe not even sex at all). Maybe they get together, maybe he swipes the drow out from under Gale's nose and they live a long, long life together of hedonistic debauchery. After they kill Cazador together. Maybe Ilztaufein helps him find a cure. Maybe they spend the rest of their lives in the underdark. And Astarion never truly gets to be his own man, shackled forever to love.

Don't talk to Izzy. Keep up the seduction and squash his own growing feelings. Keep Gale's big soft eyes off of his paramour long enough to get the job done, kill Cazador, and be free. Then dump him, and go learn who the fuck he actually is. Take many lovers or none at all. Every choice made from that point on would be his own, at the cost of perhaps breaking his own heart.

Or, the option he's starting to realize might already have been made for him when he wasn't looking: Let whatever is happening between Gale and Ilztaufein happen. Just. Let him go. And hope that they'll still be willing to help him anyway out of..what? the kindness of their hearts?

Or maybe if the old tramp who came by the camp gets his way, Gale will blow himself up and leave Izzy in mourning and Astarion can be there to pick up the pieces and resume their little thing from wherever they left off. Have his cake and eat it too, at the cost of a perfectly good Gale, I suppose.

#YOU ASKED FOR THIS #I should probably have put a readmore or something but it's too late now dfjhsdfjsalskd;dff #my ocs #oc: ilztaufein #gale dekarios #astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #tav x gale #drow tav #look if Gale and Izzy become gods they'll cure Astarion in my headcanons #if they don't he's still got two very powerful wizards on his side #he'll be fiiiiiiiiiine #but Astarion i'm sorry about giving you a bad time #you deserve better

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what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque · 27 days

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Omggggg so I'm only like 5 mins into the BG3 epilogue and I already love everything about it so far ❤️ I had to write out my current initial thoughts about each romanced spawn!Astarion option.

So of course I couldn't resist and saved right when Astarion asks about what's next in the relationship/what you want so I could see everything & ughhhh my Tav & him are so cute with every option. I am still SO TORN between the 2nd/3rd options of underdark or sun cure.

On the one hand i'm like yeah! My Tav is an optimist so let's go find you a way to be in the sun again!! but also I kiiiinda feel like we have a responsibility to go help out a bit with the spawn in the underdark even though when it was discussed earlier in my game he said he wasn't going to volunteer for that (another positive imo though is underdark = less constantly worrying about the sun coming up, outside of nights where we decide to go topside). It's a lil messy, but so is he, and it's also a way for him to deal with the consequences of his choices - a theme brought up frequently in his story.

His reactions are v. cute about the "let's be heroes" and "quiet life" options too but that seems less... fulfilling or a good fit for them imo?? Being heroes is fine, but either way that doesn't really address the very real problems that would come up while living with him (and felt like a weird fairytale ending cop-out) so I didn't want to do that

I love love love that most options say the next 6 months with Tav are a happy contrast to the past 200 years, but I'm sad you don't get that line if you go with the underdark option (but I do love that you get to make a fortress a "home" which is great cause he def enjoyed like... all of the ruins in the game haha). So i'm still sitting here like a clown debating on what I'll "officially do" 😭 Probably doesn't matter and you can headcanon whatever but still haha. I want to do both, why can't we live in the underdark but take little adventures in Faerun to go find leads on items or spells or whatever that might be able to let him go enjoy the sun!?! Also my Tav is a half-elf so she'll need to figure out how to expand her lifespan to better match his if they're gonna "have forever" like he says. There's no way they're just spending all their time down there just being leaders (and let's be real he'll have relevant input of course, but it's your Tav probably making most of the better judgement calls lol)

Lastly, I haven't peeked at his reaction to the last option yet but can I also just say @ Larian WTF stop offering me opportunities to break up with him!! I mean I'm sure some people do it and want this, but after everything you're telling me your OC is gonna wake up all adorably next to your sweetie & break up with whoever you romanced right after you saved the world!?? Nah, couldn't be me lol, no matter who I picked that is not the goddamn time for a breakup you heartless person lmao

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #can't wait to finish work and fully enjoy this epilogue today 😭#it was like 1am when I beat the game and I had to just stop and go to bed #if you see this & you romanced him & kept him a spawn please tell me what yall did i need to know!#i am here for the headcanons too #astarion x tav #i am here with my feels yall #first playthrough beating this game and I want it to be perfect lol #and you better believe i'm gonna be using the freecam later with all his reactions because i'm down bad for this fictional man

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blackjackkent · 4 months

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OK, beginning what I sincerely hope is the last bit of exploration before we can finally go into Baldur's Gate proper: *trumpet fanfare* the basement of that one blacksmith we ran into.

I legitimately don't know if there's anything important down here but I'm being thorough damn it. My liveblogging integrity is important to me.

There's a waterfall, which automatically makes it more interesting than my basement.

There are several deep gnomes milling around in a room up ahead, one of whom speaks up as Hector and Co approach:

"The boss is expecting you - hasn't forgotten what you did for him at Moonrise."

Yo, what?? This is Wulbren's hideout?

The room is a workshop area, full of blacksmithing tools and scattered pieces of scrap metal. Several of the gnomes say vague things about Steel Watch parts when spoken to, leading me to believe Wulbren may be trying to reverse-engineer the automatons currently protecting the city.

Nickels, one of Wulbren's buddies from Moonrise, is here and not enjoying himself:

"It's stopped - but it'll happen again. It keeps happening! The shivering-shaking-quaking! Don't you feel it?"

"Yes!" Hector agrees, eager for information. "It keeps happening - what is it?"

But Nickels has no info to offer. "There's something underneath the city - inside the rock! But when I ask the stone why it shakes, it only screams." His face twists and his voice turns to a pained whimper. "I want to go home..."

Poor guy. :( Hector didn't actually have context the way we did for what was causing the quakes, so I think this might be the first moment where he puts two and two together and connects this to the Wall Meat from Moonrise and knows for certain that the Absolute is what is causing the quakes. Very bad news.

On a lighter note, the lady we saved from being poisoned in the Underdark is here! Nice to see she got reunited with her friends. All she says, though, is that we'll catch up later and that we should go see Wulbren.

So let's go do that!

Hector's opinion on Wulbren at this point is decidedly middling - he seemed OK in Moonrise, then was a dick at Last Light, and then tried to smooth things over again later on because he realized Hector could be useful to him. So Hector is treading carefully here.

"Good to see you. Wasn't sure you'd make it to the city. Regretting it yet?"

Wulbren always speaks in a very clipped-off tone, matter-of-fact, every syllable flat with determination. But there's a note of anger under it now, and frustration. "I spent a lot of time thinking of worst-case scenarios while I was locked in that cell you plucked me out of at Moonrise," he goes on. "I didn't imagine anything as bad as this. The Gondians have handed Enver Gortash the means to bring about the end of liberty in Baldur's Gate. And the citizens have rolled out the red carpet for their new tyrant!"

His voice lifts angrily. "Resistance fighters are few and far between - my Ironhands, what's left of the Harpers, and you." He raises an eyebrow questioningly at Hector. "I hope."

Hector debates trying to explain all the elements of the situation that Wulbren has no idea of - the Absolute, the Elder Brain, the trio of Chosen (now down to two)... but then thinks better of it. Perhaps it's better if Wulbren thinks this is only a fight for the fate of the city, and not for the minds of its inhabitants. "Gortash is a dead man," he says instead, matching his matter-of-fact tone to the gnome's. "I have reasons of my own for taking him down."

Wulbren's jaw sets and he nods, satisfied. "As long as our objective is the same," he says harshly, "the reason doesn't matter to me. We have a common enemy." He stabs out a finger in Hector's direction. "But neither of us gets what we want until we deal with our biggest obstacle."

It's like watching the fuse run down on a powder keg. As if even thinking of the struggle ahead incenses him, Wulbren suddenly explodes with anger, his words coming faster now, almost tripping over each other. "The Steel Watch! They're a threat to you, me, and every man woman and child in the city. They act all civilized - servants of the people - but they only serve one man. When he becomes Grand Duke, it'll only get worse. Laws will change, freedoms will vanish, and soon you'll be accursed and sentenced before you've even committed a crime!"

Hector listens impassively as the other man rages. He has not yet encountered one of these Steel Watch automatons, but everything Wulbren is saying reflects his own worries based on what he's heard so far. Extremely powerful mechanical weapons under the control of an incredibly dangerous man who is poised to get more powerful than ever and is carrying a juggernaut of destruction behind him.

"And the fucking Gondians are to blame for all of it!" Wulbren finishes with a snarl.

Hector blinks. Well, that part of Wulbren's tirade is a little out of left field. He knows Wulbren's antagonism towards this other clan of gnomes - that he considers them responsible for the Ironhand's fall from grace - but thus far he has heard nothing to indicate a connection to Gortash beyond the fact that Wulbren hates both of them.

"Why put the blame on the Gondians?" he asks curiously.

"They invented the Steel Watchers," Wulbren hisses. "And they're building an army of them. They've always been happy to provide their technology to despots in exchange for a stipend and the freedom to work in peace. They would have licked Sarevok's boots, given the chance, and now they'll kiss Gortash's ring while the city screams."

Weren't you the one who said *your* ancestors worked with Sarevok? Hector thinks dryly, though he doesn't speak this thought aloud.

Wulbren, unheeding of any potential hypocrisy he might be indulging in, continues, "I had a plan to put a stop to them. But the way things are now, if we stick our heads above ground, the Watchers are on us like flies on shit."

This is all very useful intelligence, regardless of Hector's personal feelings on Wulbren. And no matter how... intense... the gnome is about his own vendettas, he's right about one thing - he and Hector have a common enemy. And Hector needs allies.

"Maybe I can help," he says carefully.

"I'm sure you can," Wulbren says at once. "You just need a little assistance, and I can provide it. The Gondians are ingenious. But we're more than equal to them. There's nothing they can build that the Ironhands can't tear down." He rubs his hands together eagerly. "I've built something unique just for that purpose. A runepowder bomb - first of its kind. Fifty wizards high on the Weave couldn't summon this kind of firepower."

"Get the bomb inside the Gondian facility and... boom. Problem solved."

A long silence. Hector shifts uncomfortably. He does not like what Wulbren is describing at all. First of all - he has immediate skepticism of any philosophy that takes more pride in destroying than creating. But more to the point, Wulbren is talking about tasking him with setting off a bomb of unprecedented power in a major manufacturing facility in the middle of a city center. And he wants all the gnomes inside that facility to die.

"Maybe the Gondians are victims, not oppressors," he points out, deliberately placid against Wulbren's anger. He does not consider Wulbren's outlook at all unbiased here, and he considers Gortash fully capable of using unwilling labor in his plots.

"The Gondians picked their side the minute they took orders from Gortash," Wulbren says coldly. "If they had any courage, they'd have refused him and died like heroes, spitting in his face. Now they'll die like the dogs they are."

Hector feels a strange prickling up the back of his spine as he is reminded, abruptly, of the uncompromising rage of He Who Was, back in the shadowlands. He remembers the raised spirit of Madeline, whose crime was rooted in fear of the overwhelming power steamrolling through her life - and who Hector allowed the possibility of forgiveness, out there in the darkness.

Wulbren is no creature of the Shadowfell, but this is the same question, Hector is sure of it. Some of those people could be lost in a terrible situation not of their own making. And he will not kill them so brutally without knowing more of the situation than Wulbren's limited perspective. "I'll make contact with the Gondians," he says firmly. "Maybe they'll see reason."

Wulbren scowls. "Fine. You want to try flapping your gums in the belly of the beast, be my guest. But their idea of diplomacy is a steel fist shoved where the sun don't shine. So take the bomb - just in case I'm right and you're wrong."

Hector nods. "Fine," he says. "I'll take it - but I'll only use it as a last resort." He fully intends not to use it - but Wulbren will be pacified, for now at least, by his taking it.

"As long as you see sense, I don't care when you see it," Wulbren says coolly, handing the device over. "The foundry is in the Lower City, down by the docks. Beautiful building, belching smoke into the sky day and night. Getting inside won't be easy, but when you do, place the bomb at the heart of the facility and get yourself back to street level." His lip curls with a sort of violent glee. "The streets will be clear of Watchers in no time!"

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #i think i'm coming to the conclusion that i don't like wulbren very much :P #and so is hector

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hero-in-waiting · 7 months

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🎲 for the kiss meme!

CONGRATS YOU GET A WHOLE ASS STORY, imma post it on ao3 eventually.

#43 a bloody kiss

A bloody kiss

The problem with dragons was they had a tendency to hoard and were hard to kill. Which meant that, annoyingly, Edgin found himself back in the Underdark, being insulted by creatures who clearly didn't actually know what true intelligence was, all to find some random rock someone was willing to pay them a lot for. It had been going well until it hadn't been, and now Edgin was fighting something that he didn't have a name for, but all he needed to know was the claws looked bad. And he did not want them anywhere near him.

He could hear the others fighting. Doric’s yells at Simon interspersed with roars as she changed form. He could hear Simon casting and the sound of metal on metal as Holga took them out one by one. But they kept coming.

But then, a new flash of metal, and thankfully, Ed’s brain had always been faster than his body as he managed to stop the sword from biting into the man who had appeared out of nowhere like the mist and stopped one of the creatures from turning him into an Underdark shish kebab special. His brain registered a wide grin, perfect teeth, and high cheekbones before Xenk was whirling away, dispatching the rest of the monsters with a speed and agility that made Ed hate him a little bit.

But then another of the monsters was on him, and Ed stumbled over a rock, falling and managing to kill the monster with a lucky strike, as well as hit his face on a pile of rocks. Pain bloomed as he rolled onto his back and sat up, still holding the sword, Holga’s voice in his ear telling him to get up or die.

He was up, the taste of blood in his mouth and ears ringing with the sudden silence, only broken by harsh breathing.

“All is well, friends!” Xenk said, looking like he had just returned from a morning stroll rather than the middle of a fight. “It seems we have beaten out foes.”

“Oh, thank the Gods,” Simon said, gasping for air. “I wasn’t sure you would get here in time.”

“When did you call him?” Edgin asked, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

“Right about the time we were about to die,” Simon replied, bent over, hands on his knees and gasping for air. Doric stood next to him, patting him on the shoulder, and, much like Xenk, looked fine.

Edgin didn’t bother replying, the time they were about to die was such a broad spectrum Ed didn’t actually want to know which time sprung to Simon’s mind.

“And it was most fortunate I was on the way here myself,” Xenk said, walking over, cloak billowing behind him like there was a wind, but Edgin couldn’t feel anything. It had to be magic, right?

“You were?” Holga asked, appearing next to Ed and giving him a look, asking him if he was okay. Ed inclined his head. He’d live.

“Yes. I was on my way to aide a town that is besieged by a creature most foul, one they do not have a name for, when I got the call from Simon, and I am glad that I was able to assist,” Xenk said, looking around at them with a smile that seemed too fond for the short amount of time they had spent together. “What is it you seek?”

“A rock,” Holga replied, walking over and picking up the rock they had come for.

Xenk peered at it. “Ahh, the Dire Rasplgar,” he said, nodding.

“Why is it dire?” Edgin asked, eyeing the rock with a lot more worried.

“Because when used, people are seized with a sudden dire need to run away,” Xenk explained. “It is a strong weapon in the right hands.”

“Who are we getting it for?” Doric asked, eyeing Ed like he was about to drag them into something dangerous again.

Which. Hurtful, but he could also understand.

“Local tavern owner,” he replied. “He’s been having some trouble with bandits.”

Doric eyed him a moment longer before she nodded and turned back to Simon, who was standing up and looking calmer now.

“A good weapon indeed, as it does not cause damage, and its effects wear off soon enough,” Xenk said, seemingly closer to Ed than they had been before. “Are you well, dear Harper?”

Ed frowned. “What?”

Xenk’s hand cupped his face and lifted his chin. Ed’s eyes darted over to Holga, who was watching the scene with an implacable face, or it would be implacable if Ed didn’t know her well enough to see the small grin at the corner of her mouth.

“You are injured.”

Ed was suddenly reminded of the blood in his mouth. “Looks worse than it is,” he said, wondering if he should rip his face away, but that felt a little bit rude. “I’m fine.”

“I am glad,” Xenk said, letting go of his face.

Ed rubbed a hand over the spot Xenk had held, wondering if the other man’s hands were always that warm. It explained how he could prance about in a billowing shirt in the middle of winter and not be worried.

“Thanks,” Ed said, looking around the small group. “Are we good to go?”

“Yes, before the dragon comes back,” Simon said, walking back towards the entrance, Doric a step behind him.

Ed looked back at Xenk, who was watching him, face expressionless, but Ed suddenly felt like he was missing something. “Thanks for the save,” he said, nodding his head.

“It is no trouble, dear Harper. I am just glad I was able to arrive in time,” Xenk said, stepping forward and clapping him on the shoulder before he seemed to come to some decision and, before Ed could realize what was happening, kissed him.

Ed felt his mouth part in surprise, and Xenk’s hands cupped his face, the kiss soft and, later, when Edgin would think about it, a lot nicer than any other kiss he had ever had. It didn’t last long, and when Xenk pulled back, there was a smear of blood on his mouth that, in Ed’s shellshocked mind, wasn’t right, so he reached up and brushed it away.

Xenk smiled at him, and with another soft, chaste kiss, he pulled back. “I wish you well, dear Harper, and I will see you soon.”

With that, Xenk turned and started walking, not looking back and passing Simon and Doric, who watched him go, both, thankfully, looking as perplexed as Ed felt. Xenk disappeared into the gloom of the Underdark, and Ed turned to look at Holga.

“What?” he asked, confused by the turn of events and confused by the kiss in the Underdark while surrounded by the bodies of creatures who had tried to kill them.

Holga snorted. “You’re so smart and so stupid sometimes.”

“I…,” Ed trailed off, not really sure how to respond.

Holga rolled her eyes. “Come on, let's get paid, and then you can drink.”

“Drinking sounds good,” Edgin said, beginning to walk.

“And while you’re at it, I’m sure Kira could explain what it means when someone kisses you if you’re confused,” Holga said, still amused.

“I know what a kiss is. I’m surprised at the why,” Edgin muttered as they caught up with Doric and Simon.

“When a man and a man like each other,” Simon started, falling silent when Ed glared at him. “Okay, okay. Jeeze. He looks at you.”

“What?”

“All the time, Xenk. He looks at you. It wasn’t my ass he saved just now,” Simon explained as he started walking.

Ed followed along, looking ahead at the path Xenk had taken and trying to make it all fit into his worldview. He liked Xenk, he did. He was a bit annoying, sure, with the way he did everything while still looking perfect and how he cared, and Ed wasn’t an idiot. He knew Xenk was the one who had caught Forge and sent him to Revel’s End, no doubt doing it in a way that was both dramatic and attractive because that was how he did everything. Ed liked to know things, and Xenk always seemed to have the answer to questions Ed didn’t even know yet. He was there when he needed them and had a bright smile, and sometimes, in the back of Ed’s brain, he could accept that how he felt was the same way he felt when he had met Zia.

The thought struck him like a lightning bolt, and he stumbled to a stop, his mind racing before he groaned. “Oh, Goddamn it,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face.

Ignoring the knowing looks, he started jogging, wondering if he would even be able to catch up to Xenk, but when he rounded the tunnel that would lead them out of there, Xenk was waiting, watching him with a look that grew into a smile that looked relieved, but the relief faded into a genuine happiness that spread to his eyes and somehow, managed to take years off the man even though he didn’t look a day older than Simon sometimes.

“Ah, dear Harper, I was wondering if you would catch up,” Xenk said, raising an eyebrow in that infuriating way.

Ed knew there was more than one meaning to that, and he wondered what else he had missed, but he had time to figure that out. As soon as they got out of there, but Xenk was here now, and he needed to deal with his sudden realization. He thought about questioning, but a scream from behind him reminded him the Underdark was dangerous, and he figured being blunt worked for Holga, and he might as well try.

“Drinks in a few days after we get our tasks settled. We can,” he paused and waved a hand between them. “Figure things out.”

Xenk inclined his head. “Drinks it is, dear Harper. I will see you then,” he said before he turned and left in a billowing of his cape.

“See you,” Ed said, tilting his head to the side and watching Xenk disappear into the gloom, wondering if he could get the man to teach him the cape trick.

It was nifty, and Ed could think of a thousand things he could do with that trick. But first, drinks.

#my writing #tumblr fic #ask meme #xenk/edgin #movie: dnd

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exantivancrow · 4 days

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Hi!! A bit late rip but 2, 3, 6, 11 from the pride asks for hanna, fen, and anyone else you'd like! c:

laya, the light of my life, tysm!!! quick rundown of the bg3 ocs:

fen's my non-tav half drow halsin romancer, nature domain cleric of yondalla (listen, the underdark sucked) guild artisan

hanna's my witcher oc i borrowed for my first run when i got decision paralysis on the cc; human battlemaster fighter outlander who is also romancing halsin in her run bc he's eskel-coded

alecto's my gith oath of vengeance paladin soldier romancing astarion (and probably also halsin...... we're not gonna talk about it)

2. What's your oc's orientation? (Romantic, sexual, platonic, alterous, etc.) Do they have opinions about it?

Fen: Pansexual, bisexual, no matter your opinions on what label works best, if you're hot she's into it. She thinks it's kinda fascinating that this isn't the consensus on attraction. On the aromantic spectrum somewhere, because I'm incapable of making allo characters.

Hanna: She's pretty sure she's heterosexual; she has slept with more than just men, but she finds herself primarily focusing on men. She leads a busy stressful complicated life so if someone offers, that's all that matters, she'll take it, but she's not as into it as she could be. She's never really dedicated time/effort to figuring out more because she's got a busy stressful complicated life, but she is demiromantic.

Alecto: Their perception of sexuality (whoever is strong is attractive) is the only correct way. Astarion is strong in spirit, and in combat, if not in body, and he's not helpful in explaining how it works for people not raised in a creche, he's also drawn to strength.

3. How did your oc discover themselves? Did something cause them to question or have they always known?

Fen: She's always known. She's been through a lot of different cultures, and understood from her beginning how she worked.

Hanna: Was hit on by a gorgeous tiefling woman within her first year on the road, and thought "oh I can't pass up this opportunity", and then didn't enjoy it as much as she figured she would. Spent the next couple years finding the pattern before realizing she just wasn't as into women as she originally thought.

Alecto: The gith way is the only right way. Everyone born in the creche knows this.

6. How does your oc feel about labels? Theirs, or in general?

Fen: Likes learning new ones! Both for herself and others. She thinks they're neat.

Hanna: Doesn't mind labels, but doesn't use them herself; does her absolute (hehehe) best to respect others'.

Alecto: Thinks labels are restrictive until someone tries to explain otherwise, and they just find that more confusing. Why say you fit into a category if that's not always true, then you're lying about it? Zheir friends mark it a lost cause. She isn't rude about it on purpose though, he's just genuinely confused.

11. Is your oc open about their identity? Are they more blunt or lowkey? Why or why not?

Fen: Has a thing about sharing personal information needlessly, is not open about it.

Hanna: Is blunt if asked, has no problem with being open about it, but non-maliciously considers it to be a waste of conversation. We could sit around and talk about objective statements about each other, or we could go take care of someone who needs help. She has a preference.

Alecto: Is, in fact, too blunt about it. Karlach once made the mistake of saying that talking to people about it is a way of showing you trust them, and listening to people about it is a way of showing you care, and now she brings it up (in too much detail) when she's trying to make friends. Her existing friends have to explain "it means she likes you".

looking at this, glad to see they're all as autistic as I am, lmaoooo; my new bg3 blog @lastlightinternet will feature more of these kiddos eventually! thanks for the ask laya!!

#ty for the ask!#bg3 ocs

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A loud sigh escaped the feminine figure sitting across the wall. Deep pools of maroon glanced over at her companion that sat next to her. A male with skin dark as obsidian and hair white as snow sat there rocking back and forth nervously. He let out a low whine, pointed ears drooping ever so more. The young man let out another whimper, seemingly trying to bury his head in his lap.

"Caldax…" The woman sighed, her own pointed ears falling back. "I'm not mad at you, I know it was an accident."

The young elf flinched when she spoke, glancing up, crimson eyes focused on the woman. He sniffled, pushing his huge round glasses back up onto his nose. "I-I know," he whimpered. "B-But it still doesn't change the fact I got us into this mess, Dusk…"

Another low sigh escaped her lips, causing her to shake her head. Looking back up, Dusk gave the mage a soft, reassuring smile. "We'll get through this, bud. I promise you…"

Caldax returned the smile with a meek one, not sure how to respond.

Dusk stood up, walking over and grabbing a piece of wood, tossing it onto the small fire. She then gave a good stretch, sitting back down where she was before. "D-Dusk?" Dax asked, red eyes full of worry. "D-Do you think they'll f-find us?" The deathless looked over at the drow, letting her shoulders slump some. "Honestly… I don't know," she breathed, looking up at the cavern wall before looking back at the mage. "But they would even get the chance to lay a hand on you with me around."

Dusk let out another sigh, making her way closer to him. "Get some rest," she said softly. "I'll keep watch."

The mage looked like he wanted to say something, but gave a soft sniffle as he curled up next to the taller woman. Caldax gave another weak sob, prompting Dusk to start gently rubbing his back. "Shhh, it's okay. No one's going to hurt you with me around."

The heavy scent of fear was hard for her to not notice, but Dusk knew this wasn't the time or place to give into her urges. The mage's safety was on the forefront of her mind at the moment. The underdark was a dangerous place, even for someone as crafty and collective as her. The deathless didn't want the unseen darkness to creep up and snuff an innocent light.

Her ears and eyes would twitch and pivot at even the smallest of sounds, head jerking around every so often. Dusk sat like that for what felt like hours, her eyes shifting into a deep crimson hue. The woman was very much on edge, one hand resting on the sleeping mage's back and the other gripping tightly at her whip.

After some time passed, Dusk let her body relax despite the tension still in the air. Glancing down at Dax, her eyes shifted back to their normal hue as she gave a soft smile. She reached up and carefully brushed some hair from his face. With gentle hands, she managed to pull his glasses away. The mage gave a low groan after she did it, curling up closer to her.

Dusk let out a soft sigh, slipping the lenses into her bag. She leaned back slightly, continuing to gently stroke Caldax's back. Her body tensed slightly, ears perking as something passed her senses only to leave them a second later. A shaky sigh escaped her lips again, glancing back only to nearly jump out of shock as scared crimson pools stared up at her.

"Gods above," Dusk hissed. "You almost caused me to die again." The deathless knew being a smart ass probably was the best right bow, but she would do what she could to ease her friend's fear right now.

The mage paid no mind to the comment, letting out a meek whimper as he shambles up closer to the taller woman. "D-Did you f-feel that?" He asked softly, body visibly shaking. Unable to keep up a facade, Dusk nodded slowly. She brought the trembling mage into her embrace, red eyes now scanning their surroundings.

"C-Can I go inside, p-please?" Dax asked meekly.

Dusk snapped out of her brief stupor, glancing down at the mage. Confusion danced in her gaze as pools of red stared back up at her. "D-Dusk, please? Can I go inside? I-I'm really scared right now," Caldax sobbed quietly.

Biting on her lip, the deathless glanced around. She really wanted to limit the use of magic as it could lead to them getting found out a lot quicker. Dusk avoided the mages gaze, only to be forced to look as soft sobbing filled her ears. A low sigh escaped her lips as she reached down and gently wiped away the tears streaming down the elf's cheeks.

"Alright," she said softly. "You can come inside… but, we can't use any magic."

The mage looked at her bewildered. "T-Then how is this going to work? M-Magic is the only way this can be done."

Dusk placed a clawed finger to the boy's lips. "Let me finish speaking before you start asking ninety different questions," she murmured. "Remember me telling you that I'm able to shift forms? I'm able to shift between the current form I'm in and my Lycan or breast form…"

The drow slowly nodded as she continued to speak.

"My Lycan form doesn't requires barely any magic as it's been engraved into my very core…" A soft smile formed on her lips as she finished speaking. "This way I can kill two birds with one stone. You can go inside like you want and we don't have to worry about the risk of drawing any unwanted attention."

Caldax looked up at the taller woman with wide eyes, unsure of what to think. He gave a slow nod, looking up at Dusk with wide eyes. "Two things before we go through with this. I need you to take your armor and shoes off and put it in my bag… Secondly, don't freak out. I'll give you the signal when I'm ready, okay?"

Nodding slowly, Dax did what he was told, removing most of his bulky attire and stuffing it into the bag. Taking the satchel, Dusk stood back a few feet. "Brace yourself Dax," Dusk said as she slowly lurched forward. The sickening sound of muscles ripping and bones snapping filled the air. Caldax had to stifle back a scream as he watched in horror as Dusk's form twisted and contorted around him.

Panicked filled tears started to stream down his cheeks as he fell on his butt trying to back away. But, something kept the mage from fully running away from this gruesome sight. Whether it be an odd sense of fascination or the fact that this beast before him was a close friend.

Dax couldn't finger what this beast before him was even off. For the most part, everything somewhat resembled. a werewolf of sorts. But the beast bore much bigger fox-like ears and at least two or three tails. It was honestly hard to tell with the mixture of emotions going through his mind right now. Dax's eyes locked on the deep black pools that were staring back down at him. He shivered at the sighed of the cleanly exposed canine skull that made up Dusk's supposed face. He gave a meek whimper, ears falling back and clenching his eyes tight when the creature moved forward.

"Dax?" Dusk's familiar voice echoed deep in his core. The mage opened his eyes to see deep maroon pools glancing down at him. Kneeling down, Dusk gently rubbed his head, a low purr rattling through her jaws. "Oh thank the gods…. you had me nervous for a second."

The mage sat there for a second longer, drinking up the rest of Dusk's newer features. Draconic horns jetted out and curled upwards. Bony protrusions ran along some of her upper arms and down her back. And lastly, was her size… Dusk had to be anywhere between 15 to 17 feet tall. Caldax wasn't entirely sure where he was currently positioned.

He jumped slightly when he felt something warm touching his bare skin. The mage felt his body being pulled closer to the skull like face. Warm air blew out of the hole that was her nose and into his face.

Looking like she was about to open her mouth any second, Caldax quickly yelped a soft, "W-Wait."

Dusk paused, tilting her head to the side as she started down at the elf in her hands. "Is everything okay, bud?" She asked gently, not wanting to do anything rash. "C-Can you take it a bit s-slower than usual? I-I'm still getting used to seeing you like this."

The beast nodded, leaning in and parting her jaws to give his cheek a gentle lick. "Head or feet frist?" Dusk echoed softly.

"F-Feet," Dax said, fighting the urge to look away.

Nodding, Dusk sat up, bringing the mage up above her jaws. Letting them part, she slipped his lower legs past her teeth. Dax shuddered as he felt the slippery appendage that was her tongue drench every inch of him. Not even with a second's hesitation, Dusk slowly pushed Dax further into her maw. She looked at him, waiting for the go ahead.

Caldax gave a soft smile and a nod, letting her know it was okay to continue. A low rattling purr escaped Dusk as she slowly pushed the elven mage past her lips. The beast always loved the boy's sweet rich flavor and right now was no exception. It was a slow process, but the deathless was happy to take her time to make sure Dax was fully comfortable going down.

She gave the top of his head a gentle rub before closing her jaws around him. Dax smiled, closing his eyes as the loud finale gulp slowly pushed his body down to his requested destination.

The boy bit his lip, clenching his eyes as things were a bit tighter than usual. But, it only lasted a few seconds as Caldax found himself in a slightly bigger chamber. The mage gave a soft squeak as he had to wiggle around quite a bit to get in a comfortable position. Deep, contentful purrs echoed around his ears, indicating a very happy beast.

Caldax couldn't keep his ears from fluttering at the noises that Dusk was making, the mage giving a sheepish smile. He reached up and started to stroke the internal lining, the purring growing louder by the second. Dax smiled softly, nuzzling into the warm organ, a low sigh escaping him.

He did faintly squeak when he felt everything start to shift and began gently kneading his small frame. Dusk let out a soft chuckle, reaching up and stroking the slight bulge in her gut. "Sorry Dax, thought an internal massage would help you relax some more," the beast said as she curled into herself.

"Y-You're good Dusk," he said, smiling. "Just c-caught me off guard was all. B-But thank you… for everything."

Dusk let out a low purr, nuzzling where the mage was at. "You're more than welcome inside Dax anytime… but I'd do anything to make sure one of my favorite treats is comfortable."

The mage blushed heavily, the smile never leaving his face as he curled up more. Dax nuzzled into the plush surface some more, eyes starting to get very heavy. Low humming filled his ears, helping lull him to sleep the ever more faster. The elf's body soon fell limp as sleep took him into its gentle embrace.

Feeling the mage was now fully asleep, Dusk sighed softly. The beast slowly let her body relax, form starting to dissipate into the darkness around them. A truly remarkable gift to help keep one of those who she cares about safe from any harm. If it were possible, the beast's lips would have been pulled into a soft smile with what had transpired.

Dusk let her body fully disappear, sleep now starting to claw its way into her. With the days events, it was much needed and she knew she could give in with the little mage safely tucked inside...

#safe vore #soft vore

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