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blackjackkent · 22 days

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Word prompt ask!

And because I always give you more than one prompt, haha ...

Firefly / Threnody / Wildcard

Whichever catches your fancy :)

(Drop a word in my inbox and I’ll write three sentences of a fic based on it)

:D Eyyyy, thank you!

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Firefly

When Rion was six, she would sit on the stoop of the house and catch fireflies in her bare hands in the warm, thick summer air. Jaheira, still heavy in her mind with many losses, watched the little girl’s movements - quick and yet gentle - and smiled a little in spite of herself. It was a reminder that nature existed even in the civilized wasteland of Baldur’s Gate, and a reminder that her child could know the land in these small doses, even among high buildings.

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Threnody

“A wailing ode, song, hymn or poem of mourning composed or performed as a memorial to a dead person.”

It felt as if she lived an entire lifetime in those few moments she knelt on Irenicus’s laboratory floor alongside Khalid’s broken body. The keening wail in her mind had no melody, for she knew nothing of music, and yet it was a song in its way. A crescendo of grief, starting from mute disbelief and slowly rising into deafening anguish; a chorus, call and response, of the attempt at comfort and its screaming denial; a final coda, a dissonant leading chord resolving into nothing but silence.

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Wildcard

Jaheira remembered Minsc’s moments of wildness on the road in Amn, the times that Aerie had nearly fallen in battle and Minsc had seemed to become twice his size in rising to her defense. It was an unpredictable sort of loyalty, as dangerous as it was touching; it unsettled her greatly to think that he saw in her something also worth protecting with so much violence and so little forethought. To be a wychlaran of a berserker was a disquieting responsibility she did not wish for, rather like holding a lit firecracker in one hand and deciding in which direction it should be thrown.

#astreamofstars #ask meme #jaheira #jaheira bg3 #bg3 jaheira #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fic #baldur's gate 3 fanfic #jaheira fic #ok this prompt is fun actually :D the sentence restriction does make it more interesting #also encourages me to indulge in my tendency towards long sentences and semicolons whoops XD #i'm low-key really proud of how these turned out actually :D second one particularly #ty for prompt <3

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ravenyenn19 · 4 months

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Thought I’d do my own take on this for my fav group of weirdos ✨

Bonus: Nyxtria (Tav) from my Astarion fic “Our Middle Is The Moon” on ao3! (She’s great + violent but chill about it🏹)

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion #shadowheart #karlach #bg3 gale #bg3 tav #lae'zel #bg3 #wyll ravengard #minthara #jaheira #bg3 astarion #bg3 memes #our middle is the moon #bg3 fic #halsin #baldurs gate astarion

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bgthree · 21 days

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BG3 Astarion x Tav fic recs

I desperately need Astarion x Tav fic recs where:

Cazador finds out about Astarion’s feelings for Tav and either attempts to use them against him or tries to hurt Tav in order to punish Astarion

The companions temporarily believe Tav has died/been killed

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avocado-writing · 3 months

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I am BEGGING for more essentially modern au stuff like the road trip one please!!!! I’ve had the worst anxiety all week and it’s the first genuine giggle I’ve had in forever 💞 thank you! (Also no pressure tho omg I’m sorry)

awww I’m so glad I made you laugh!! Ok how about… modern au, picnic in the park:

Tav

you organise everything. You always organise everything. These guys are not capable of getting together without your direct involvement.

you bring a couple of dishes and drive those who can’t be bothered to walk or take public transport (astarion, shadowheart)

try to be the first there to get a good spot so you tell your passengers you’re meant to be there an hour earlier than planned. they both complain but help you set up anyway.

Gale

brings the majority of home made dishes.

he is the best cook in the group, and he always has a great mix of stuff to bring - salads and sandwiches, pastas and fruit kebabs. it’s all pretty healthy and the plates are cleared by the end!

walked from his house with massive IKEA bags full of food. had to stop three times on the way to the park because he was exhausted.

meticulously counts his Tupperware as he packs everything up afterwards and goes hunting if any of it is missing.

Astarion

tries to steal Gale’s Tupperware.

spends most of the picnic in the shade of a tree pretending to read a book, but really he’s just spying on everyone. It’s fun to eavesdrop.

brought wine. it’s mostly for him. he will share if he’s asked to but he will complain the whole time.

lightens up as the day goes on, doesn’t even complain about the cooking!

Shadowheart

also tries to steal Gale’s Tupperware, but worse at it than Astarion.

immediately picks a fight with Lae’zel when she gets there but the two of them spend the whole day next to each other, anyway.

by the end of the day she’s just lying back on a picnic blanket, vibing, picking the leftovers off of her plate.

everyone has had a heart-to-heart with her at some point.

Lae’zel

mostly comes to eat the proteins. doesn’t indulge in the carb-based foods, she won’t even have a cheat day when she’s meant to be having fun.

ends up with Shadowheart’s head in her lap and plays with her hair. Glares at anyone who mentions it.

will not organise any team sport games, but will become captain if one is suggested. She is fucking brutal. You do not want to be on her team or it gets intense.

Karlach

brings a portable grill so she can get some BBQ going!

Gale is the best cook but Karlach is grill master. She has an apron which says it. Keeps topping up everyone’s plates even when they ask her to stop.

can still play frisbee with no issues after eating 3 plates of food? How? Is this woman magic??

Wyll

is the one who organises the team sports, and you do want to be on his team.

makes the whole day better. If he gets there earliest he also set up a scavenger hunt for everyone!

constantly checking in on everyone to make sure they’re having a good time. Eventually you have to sit him down and remind him to eat, he’s meant to have fun too!

in charge of the sound system. Picks the best music.

Halsin

knows the best spot in the park to set up the picnic!

goes on long tangents about local flora and fauna, but it’s good. Like listening to an ASMR video.

takes off his shirt to lie in the sun. Everyone stares. At one point a fucking butterfly lands on him and it’s like he’s a Disney princess.

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githling · 3 months

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pure lae'heira fluff

my first ever publicly shared fic aaaaaa and its a rarepair and probably the first-ever one posted on ao3 for this ship (seeing as i couldn't find any others..)

anyway enjoy! i had a lot of fun putting it together :) it is loosely based off some artwork by @spicyraeman

#bg3 #lae'zel #jaheira #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 jaheira #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate fic #lae'zel/jaheira #my writing #since i guess that'll have to be a tag now

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mightymizora · 8 months

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Listen I need more of you to get into Halsin and Jaheira as a romantic pairing okay?

Older druids who have made mistakes, who have danced around each other for 100 years and never met, now with each other.

The reverence for each other but also the understanding that holding people up as heroes is dangerous, very dangerous.

Halsin being SO in tune with nature because of how he has lived and Jaheira wanting to regain that because she has been more a servant of balance than truly in nature for so long.

Jaheira helping Halsin see what is beautiful in the city.

Halsin respecting she will always love her husband because of how he views love and nature and bonds.

Jaheira respecting that he will never want to be tied down, and that being okay.

Wildshape sex

#jaheira #halsin #read my fic or don't but please get into this!!#bg3

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fourraccoonsinacoat · 2 months

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Sharing a sneak peak from my next fic because I love all these idiots, especially Jaheira. Sassy elder mentor is a character trope I'll never get tired of writing.

For context, this fic centers around the "very twee" comment from Astarion after Durge resists. We going there!

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“Come on,” a hand on her shoulder suddenly began directing her away from Astarion towards the exit of the chamber. “I plan to burn these clothes and soak myself in holy water until morning in order to get the smell of this cesspit off.”

Eli glanced back at Astarion but didn’t resist. Jaheira had decided it was time to go, and gods help the unfortunate soul who defied such a decision. She could hear Minsc some paces behind her and Jaheira, lauding Astarion’s skill in the previous battle and musing about whether they might be able to find a blacksmith who could craft a Boo-sized crossbow.

“I do wonder, though, if Boo’s tiny hands might make such a design too difficult to construct,” Minsc conjectured heartily.

There was some speculative squeaking before, “Right you are, Boo! Any blacksmith worth their hammer should welcome the challenge!”

Eli sighed as they walked, a little too miserable for someone who’d just sidestepped death.

“What? Did you want to spend more time in the gruesome murder temple?” Jaheira needled, eyeing Eli curiously. “Maybe find some nice intestines to hang on your wall?”

Eli ignored the teasing, nodding her head in the direction of Astarion. “Did he seemed concerned at all? You know, when Bhaal showed up and sucked my soul out through my nose?”

There was a hint of bitterness in Eli’s voice that Jaheira did not miss.

“That’s what you’re concerned about, right now?” The druid tried and failed to keep a snarky edge out of her voice.

“He said it was twee,” Eli whispered fiercely, annoyed.

Jaheira gave her a look that walked the line somewhere between pity and perplexed.

“I don’t even know what that means. And before you start spiraling into your anxious thoughts, remember this.” Jaheira fixed Eli with her best wise old elder look and said with an air of gravitas, “Men have the emotional intelligence of a gelatinous cube, which is unfortunate for those of us who are attracted to them. Give him some time for his brain to catch up to his heart.”

Eli felt the tightness in her chest slightly relax and she gave a small appreciative smile.

“Speaking from experience?” she asked.

Jaheira barked a laugh. “I can’t play the part of the mysterious and enlightened advisor if I give up all my secrets.”

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vampireposter · 2 months

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summary: Jaheira has never been so deluded as to believe she is the best of mothers. She is the mother her children are loved by. When no one else would do the work of caring for them, she will do it proudly. When a child comes to her home to kill her in the night, she has a third cub by morning. Jaheira does her best to do right by the girl. It isn't good enough. Whatever it takes, as a Harper she will do, even if she can only offer to make it quick.

She is not a very good mother. She is the one the Dark Urge can't kill.

alternative summary: an eight year old dark urge tries to assassinate jaheira. she gets adopted instead. this does not fix the kid, at all.

#the editor’s curse is defeated!! (for this wip at least but it’s so rewarding)#bg3 fic #jaheira #the dark urge #durge #vampireposted

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wearethewitches · 4 months

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*I have multiple things for this one, so there'd be a single day poll if that was the most popular.

Just in general I'm going to be writing a fuck ton of BG3 stuff, so some of this might end up being posted in the meantime anyhow, but either way, I'd love to see the general interest levels at the moment.

I do also have other ideas in the work, but I'm using the "write down everyone's names and then copy-paste them into separate note pages, before applying said list to every character", so every so often I'm getting super inspired or the prompts are bleeding into each other. Like Colour Spray, that somehow started as Karlach/Gale and ended up as a solid idea surrounding bomb!Gale, granddad Withers & Karlach, and endgame Karlach/Minthara in Avernus.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #fic #tumblr polls #isobel thorm #shadowheart #jaheira #karlach #minsc #minsc bg3 #durge #the dark urge #valeria thorm #aylin #dame aylin #orin #astarion

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linka-from-captain-planet · 2 days

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Jaheira and your choice of Keene or Karlach, orchid.

Plsplsplspls

thanks for the prompt!

Jaheira/Nine-Fingers, Orchid - an innocent moment devolving into something that’s not

The atmosphere is electric. Dead quiet. Like water about to boil over. The war room’s chock full of all sorts, oiling armor, sharpening steel, sharing supplies. Nine-Fingers herself picks up a few extra knives. When the big damn heroes say it’s time, she’ll be ready. It’s about fucking time she take her city back, but… It’d be a gods-damned fool who pretends it isn’t scary. That even when they win, it won’t come at a price. Across the room, she watches Jaheira, bent over a crate, rummaging— ignoring her, more like. Could be their last moments together, and granny’s is burying her head in the sand like always. Well—one of ‘em’s got to be the bigger woman. Thus, Nine-Fingers slinks up behind her, real quiet. Waits for just the right moment, when no one else is looking. Grins, like a shit-eating bastard… And delivers a crisp spank square on Jaheira’s ass, shattering the tense silence with the resounding smack and the High Harper’s squeak.

#live jaheira reaction: ಠ_ಠ #jaheira #nine fingers keene #jaheira/nine fingers #my fics #ask games

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keldae · 7 days

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How about 17 from that meme you just reblogged? The love marks one... for whoever inspo strikes

Gale prided himself on his restraint, and his sense of discretion. After a year of fighting with the orb in his chest, and the years preceding of being an archmage and Mystra’s Chosen, he thought he was well-versed in showing self-discipline when the situation called for it. Even today, without his previous responsibilities and concerns, he was certainly regarded as the self-controlled, respectable “adult” of the group (after Jaheira and Halsin).

And he had to put every ounce of self-restraint that he had to use now, as he watched Devi smooth-talk a merchant into giving her a better deal on clothing. She had done a good job in concealing the marks he'd left on her fair skin last night (... and that morning, if he were to be honest), but he could still get a peek of a bruise marring her rose tattoo on her neck. He felt a little burst of heat below his stomach, remembering how she'd acquired that little mark…

He couldn't ever hope to get enough of this woman, this perfect bundle of sass and fiery temper and passionate kisses. With a little grunt, he navigated them both to his already-rumpled bedroll, pinning her beneath his heavier body. He could feel her fingers diving between them, fumbling to undo the laces of his pants and briefs as she fiercely kissed him. As he started kissing his way over her neck, she found his hard cock with her hand and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, pumping up and down his length; he groaned, his teeth closing over her skin to keep his sounds muffled. She had no such reservations about being quiet, and squealed in pleasure as he bit her, the sound making him want her even more–

He blinked, trying to get his mind back on the current moment. Thankful that his long robe disguised most of his arousal, he still casually folded his hands before him, watching as Devi let herself be measured up by the seamstress of this little shop in Wyrm’s Crossing. She had taken her armour off, and now stood in just a tunic and pants, extending her arms out to the side, with a bit of a cautious look at Gale and Jaheira to make sure she was doing what was expected of her. Growing up as impoverished as she had, she clearly had never been properly measured for clothing before.

The seamstress clucked approvingly, running her tape measure over various parts of Devi's body. The petite half-Elf turned, letting her arms be measured. Her sleeve rode up on her arm, revealing another little mark on her wrist that made Gale feel another burst of proud heat, deep within…

Her hands fascinated him; smaller than his, deft with lockpicks, almost delicate with how small she was. He caught her hand as she was about to stroke his hair back, pressing kisses to her palm and fingers. Encouraged by the way her breath caught at his motions, he continued on, his lips exploring her skin as he moved over her wrist, settling over her pulse point. He looked up and met her eyes before he sucked hard on her wrist, making her gasp in pleasure. His tongue licked the mark he had left on her skin in apology before she grabbed his hair with her other hand and pulled his face toward her for a kiss–

Jaheira elbowed Gale hard in the side, jolting him out of his pleasant memories. “Don't they teach you wizards anything about subtlety?” she hissed.

Trying to settle his heart rate down, Gale blinked innocently at Jaheira. “What? I'm just standing here!”

“Your robes only hide so much, wizard,” Jaheira muttered. “Don't think I didn't notice you checking your girl out.”

“... Can I not admire the love of my life?” Gale asked. “Watching her being properly measured is cute.”

Jaheira rolled her eyes. “There's watching her, and then there's trying to undress her with just your eyes.”

Gale flushed, but couldn't refute Jaheira’s point. He just watched as the seamstress moved to Devi’s legs. The hands holding the measuring tape went between her legs to measure her inseam; Devi almost hid her wince at a hand pressing a little too hard on her inner thigh. The seamstress looked up. “Are you all right, Miss?”

Her cheeks going pink, Devi nodded. “Yes. Just a… just a bruise there.” She noted the seamstress’ eyebrows rising. “From, uh… playing with my dog?”

The seamstress clearly wasn't fooled, from how her lips pressed together like she was trying to not grin. “Of course. Dogs do like to play rough, don't they?”

Gale felt his ears heat up at Jaheira’s soft snort. He met Devi's gaze, and saw his little thief wink at him, despite her blush. That nearly made him groan out loud as he remembered leaving that particular bruise on her thigh…

If the hells were real, then so was heaven. And Gale was sure he'd found heaven right here, as he buried his face in between Devi’s thighs, eagerly licking up every drop of her arousal. He could feel her legs on his shoulders trembling, as he brought her closer to the peak of pleasure. Her whimpers urged him on, fucking her with his lips and tongue until he pulled away just before she could climax, kissing over her inner thighs instead. Her frustrated whine of his name made him grin. “Patience, my star,” he teased her, nibbling her delicate skin. “I plan on leaving you a shaking, sobbing wreck by the time I'm done with you tonight.” He grunted as she gave his hair a hard tug, trying to get his face back to where she clearly wanted him to be; he retaliated with a nip to her thigh, not enough to draw blood, but certainly enough to bruise. His grin widened when she whimpered in pleasure at the bite, pressing her thigh tighter against his head as though trying to get him to bruise her again–

This time, it was Karlach elbowing him on the other side. “You are as obvious as an ogre in the Gate,” she muttered.

Gale frowned at the tiefling, then shifted his weight and his hands in front of his body, trying to be a little more discreet with hiding how much he was enjoying the sight of the little marks that he'd left on Devi. The way his little thief winked at him again as she turned on the stool at the seamstress’ direction didn't do a thing to help him master his body. If anything, Gale swore she was standing in such a way as to emphasize her hips for his gaze. The little minx.

Devi's shirt lifted as she raised her arms at the seamstress’ order, revealing the start of a line of bruises over her hip, very clearly left from little bites along her fair skin. Gale felt the urge to squirm as Jaheira, Karlach, and the seamstress all turned to look at him; he just smirked, proud of the marks he had left on his beloved, proof that she was all his. The seamstress chuckled and went back to her task, shaking her head.

“You two definitely had a wild night,” Karlach commented in an undertone. “No wonder Halsin looked like he hadn't slept at all this morning…”

Gale winced slightly. The memory of Halsin’s scowls that morning were still fresh in his mind. “Remind me later that I owe him an apology for forgetting about the sound dampening ward,” he muttered.

Karlach snorted, then peered at Gale before reaching over and pulling the shoulder of his robe to the side. She raised an eyebrow when she saw the start of his own small bruises, left by Devi's teeth on his neck and shoulder while he'd ravished her last night. “Man, you two like it rough!”

“I prefer to think of it as ‘passionate’,” Gale mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up to match his burning ears. “If you think that's bad, you should see my back after she scratched–”

“No, no, I do not want to know,” Jaheira interrupted. “I already know too much.”

“... Tell me later,” Karlach stage-whispered with a grin. “Either you or Devi.”

Gale chuckled, then watched as Devi hopped off the stool and started putting her armour back on. Still looking immensely amused, the seamstress looked up from scribbling in a book. “Come back tomorrow afternoon, and I'll have that new outfit ready for you, Miss.” She grinned impishly. “And let your man know that if he manages to tear even my stitches while he's getting it off of you, I'll be suitably impressed… and I'll cut him a good deal to mend your clothes.”

Devi flushed to the same colour as her hair as Gale coughed. “Duly noted,” the wizard mumbled, hearing Karlach snicker.

The group stepped back out into the daylight, falling into step with the busy crowds. Jaheira took the lead, bringing the four back to Sharess’ Caress. She paused at the door, looking back at Gale and Devi. “I have it on good authority that they do have private rooms available here,” she said. “Go get that out of your systems while Karlach and I sort out camp supplies.”

Devi somehow went a brighter shade of red. “Erm… We can behave, I promise–”

“You might be able to, but Gale was combusting on the inside even worse than my engine,” Karlach retorted with a laugh, giving both wizard and thief a push up the stairs. “Go! We'll see you two back at camp whenever you're done.”

“Don't feel like you need to hurry,” Jaheira added with a smirk. “Perhaps you should stop by the circus later and see if you can get another one of those disguise kits to hide the marks you two are going to give each other?”

Blushing, Gale took Devi's hand and tugged her into the brothel, chased by Jaheira and Karlach's laughter. This wasn't a terrible idea, he mused – the idea of being able to enjoy an actual mattress for a spell instead of a worn bedroll definitely appealed to his back. And this way, they wouldn't earn the ire of their fellow party members while they enjoyed each other, as loudly as they pleased…

Neither of them saw Karlach lean to Jaheira. “This isn't gonna fix anything with them fucking like rabbits tonight, ya know.”

“Oh, I know,” Jaheira answered with a wink. “I remember being young and in love too, once upon a time. But it gets them some time alone, and gets them out of our hair for a few hours. Come, let's see about the camp supplies while they're occupied.”

It was after dusk when Gale and Devi sauntered back into camp to a chorus of teasing whistles, hand in hand, Gale sporting a new and very obvious hickey on his neck that Devi appeared to be immensely proud of bestowing on him.

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blackjackkent · 4 months

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Owlbear Vignettes

At first, Buddy sticks very close to Hector in camp. Hector was the one who fed him first. Hector is kind, with a soft voice. Hector gives him scritches between the ears and murmurs blessings Buddy doesn't understand. Hector is not Mother, but Hector is safe.

The others take some getting used to.

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Karlach is not expecting it, the first night Buddy tries to sleep in the tent with them. She's half-asleep and at first only dimly aware of claws jabbing through her clothes, which meld unpleasantly with a dream of stinging sparks in the Hells. Her eyes flicker open - and then she jumps as she comes face to face with an owlbear beak. Buddy has nestled himself between her and Hector, curled into a floofed-up ball.

"Aw, hells. Hec--" she says sleepily.

"Mmph?" Hector answers. "Wha-- ack!" There's a sudden sputtering noise as he rolls over into a faceful of feathers.

"That."

She hears Hector laugh softly in the darkness. "Buddy, you can't sleep there." He nudges at the cub's flank; Buddy makes a soft noise of objection. "Come on, Bud."

Buddy gives a chirping whine but allows himself to be displaced so Hector can snuggle in against Karlach again. The cub considers the situation for a moment, then flops deliberately on Hector's other side, staring at Karlach the whole time as if daring her to say anything about it.

"I think I have competition," she tells Hector with a grin.

"You're way prettier than he is, don't worry," Hector mumbles into her shoulder.

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Gale makes a picture of a woman, but she has no smell. Buddy doesn't like that. It seems wrong.

Wyll emerges from his tent to the sound of Waterdhavian-accented oration at full volume.

"That is the goddess of magic, Buddy. That is Mystra herself!" Gale is lecturing the little beast, poking a finger into Buddy's face. "You cannot simply swipe a claw through her as if she were a mouse you'd caught unawares. That is a disrespect of the highest order and I would have thought you smart enough to know better."

Buddy listens attentively, his head cocked over to one side, occasionally chirping whenever Gale pauses for breath.

"I understand that you are an owlbear and therefore not privy to the mysteries of the Weave," the mage goes on. "But that does not exempt you from a certain level of basic decency towards the divine. I will thank you to remember this in future and improve your decorum."

Wyll grins, folding his arms as he watches this little display unfold. "Do you want to try it again with an animal speaking potion?"

Gale sighs. "No, no, never mind. He's just a beast after all, he can't really be expected to understand."

"I don't know," Wyll says mildly. "Perhaps he has the right of it. A protective instinct, if you will, given the target does want you to blow yourself up. I think he's not the only one in camp who would give her a swipe if they could."

"I'll thank you to keep your disrespect to yourself as well," Gale says dryly. His fingers flick through the air, conjuring a new, glowing image of his goddess.

Buddy swats a paw through her again at once.

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The githyanki is sharp like Mother's claws. She snaps when Buddy comes close, sniffs disdainfully when he scarfs down some of the camp supplies. He steers clear and watches her from a distance.

He understands how this works. She is one of the alphas. She must be brought a gift before she will accept him in the flock.

One night, Hector watches with bemusement as the cub, his whole expression screwed up with deep owlbear concentration, drags a large dead rabbit through the camp.

Catching Hector's gaze, he drops the rabbit and chirps softly, wandering in a slow circle around his prize. His feathers fluff up in a deliberate attempt to make himself look bigger, as if to steel himself for a great challenge. Then he grabs the rabbit again by the head, and in a single smooth motion, drags it into the tent where Lae'zel is currently sleeping.

There is a brief moment of silence, followed by a yell that echoes through the whole camp. Buddy, still poofed out in all directions, comes sailing through the tent flap, tumbling end over end and hitting the ground some distance away. The dead rabbit follows closely thereafter.

The next morning, Lae'zel acts as if nothing happens, but Hector does note with some surprise that she gives Buddy an absent pat on the head every time she walks past him. Later, she offers him a torn off scrap of the hunk of jerky she grabs for her evening meal.

"You're not holding his midnight visit against him, then?" Hector asks her.

"On the contrary," she says gravely. "The creature offered tribute to me as its jhe'stil, and showed bravery in doing so. It has earned the respect due a beast of combat."

"But you threw him out of the tent!"

She looks at him unblinkingly. "Yes."

Hector considers trying to understand this, and then decides not to bother.

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Shadowheart rarely comes close at first to either Buddy or Scratch. She is wary of them as beasts of the forest. Scratch says she is afraid of wolves. Buddy is NOT a wolf - but he is almost as big as one, so he thinks maybe it makes sense.

She often looks at him like she would like to pet him, though. A few times, she does drift near, and lays her hand gently between his ears on the soft feathers at the nape of his neck. And he sees a little smile tug at her lips - but then there is a flash of magic around her hand, and she winces or cries out in pain and draws away.

Many weeks on, deep in the Shadowlands, there is a great commotion one night - an explosion of light and crashing and roaring in the distance. Buddy watches with great interest, and some concern, as Hector returns to the camp with Karlach and Wyll, all of them covered in blood and slime. Shadowheart, equally battered, follows behind them at a distance, her eyes hollow and her face even paler than usual.

Buddy finds her in her tent later, staring at the wall in the darkness. He sits in the tent flap and chirps questioningly.

"No. Go away," she mutters. "I can't--"

She falls silent. He chirps again, scoots a little closer to her.

"It hurt so much..." she whispers. "All this time, all that pain... for a lie..."

She gives a sudden hoarse, humorless laugh. "There was never any wolf. D'you know that? There was never any wolf at all."

He gives a soft, whickering sort of noise and nudges his head cautiously against her hand. There is no flash of magic, no cry of pain. He does it again. Her fingers fist suddenly into his feathers, pulling him towards her.

He squawks, alarmed, then relaxes as she presses her face into the soft down of his back and sobs.

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Late one night, Astarion tracks a deer through the woods. They're difficulty prey, jumpy and skittish, but his steps are light, an almost inaudible tread. And they have quite a lot of blood in them. The hunger gnaws at his stomach and his red eyes gleam in the moonlight.

Just a little closer...

His boot knocks against an ill-placed stone, barely a rustle of sound but enough. The deer lifts its head and gives a keening cry, and bolts.

"Oh-- damn it," he mutters, straightening out of his crouched position. His fingers flex with undirected frustration and he leans heavily against a nearby tree. "Damn, damn, damn." What a feast that would have been... the local squirrel population has been decent, but deer is something else entirely. One of his favorites, second only to the kobolds and, of course, the one pure draught he got from Hector's throat...

His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of an animal squealing in abject pain, a ripping, tearing noise of wet meat - and then a soft chirp. He looks down, puzzled.

Buddy is sitting looking up at him with bright, wide eyes. His beak is coated in blood, and he bounces in an excited circle around Astarion's feet before guiding him through the foliage nearby. The deer sits sprawled on the mossy ground, its head bent at an odd angle.

"Huh." Astarion raises his eyebrows, examining the gory tableau. His stomach growls audibly at the glinting shine of wet blood at the deer's throat. "Not badly done. I didn't think I was in the market for a hunting partner, but perhaps we should work together more often."

Buddy wiggles all over with excitement and butts his head against Astarion's leg.

"Yes, yes, you're very cute. Now stay out of the way and let me drain this thing before you start looking tasty as well."

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"No!" Minsc bellows, looking down at the cub imperiously. "You will stand aside, beast; though your talons be very sharp and your beak to match, Minsc will bear each scratch before you shall lay one claw upon Boo!"

Buddy cowers back, his eyes very wide and all his feathers standing up, as the berserker towers over him. Boo sits atop Minsc's head and squeaks angrily down at the cub from his perch.

"Minsc!" Jaheira steps in between them, raising one hand before Minsc can speak again. "Calm yourself. I heard you all the way across the camp. What is the matter?"

"Minsc woke to find the little feather-beast eyeing Boo with the hungriest of eyes," Minsc says fiercely. "Does he think Boo a little snack to be feasted upon?!"

"No doubt," Jaheira says calmly, struggling not to smile; Minsc is obviously incensed, and yet there is something comical in seeing him stare down the little round ball of feathers with such ferocity. "For he is a beast of nature; why should he know otherwise?"

"Well, he shall not have him!"

"Peace." Jaheira crouches next to the owlbear, murmurs a spell under her breath; green light flares around her body. "Do you hear me, cub?" she murmurs.

Buddy goes very still; his feathers flatten out and he stares at her with wide eyes. "You... speak?" he whispers.

"With all the wisdom that nature gave me." She smiles, reaches out to scratch him under the chin. "You must leave the hamster alone. For he is Minsc's to protect, as you are Hector's."

The cub chirrups skeptically. "Rat. Tasty," he points out.

"There is no shortage of rats in the city," Jaheira says dryly. "We shall find you other meat. But you must promise to leave Boo in safety."

Buddy makes a soft grumbling noise. "All right. Promise," he mumbles.

Jaheira looks up at Minsc, her eyes glinting with amusement. "The bargain is made," she says soberly.

"Ah." Minsc brightens up at once and grins. "Good. Minsc did not want to kick such a little, cute butt, if there was any helping it."

Buddy trots along at Jaheira's side as she walks away; his sharp little eyes peer up at her excitedly. "You speak. New Mother?" he asks hopefully.

"Gods. No," Jaheira sputters. "I am no more your mother than I am Minsc's Wychlaran; where does everyone get these ideas?"

Buddy's ears turn down. "Just hoped."

She pauses, then smiles faintly. "I may not be your mother, cub, but I think you have a whole camp full of family. As creatures of the wilderness go, you have it made."

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Withers examines the cub closely as it creeps around the edge of the camp, watching him from the shadows. "I offer no threat to thee, little beast," the skeleton intones gravely. "Thou hast no need of secrecy."

Buddy chirps. Emerging from the shadows, he sits at Withers' feet, looking up at him.

Withers' expression does not shift. "Indeed," he murmurs. "A creature without mooring. Untethered and yet bound. A matter of luck... or of fate."

Buddy tips his head slowly to one side.

"Thou art a pillar, upon which is built the lever which shall move the world." The faintest hint of a smile twists the skeleton's lips. "And yet thou knowest it not. This is as it should be. By such truths does all remain in balance."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #owlbear cub #karlach #wyll ravengard #gale of waterdeep #lae'zel #shadowheart #astarion #bg3 drabble #bg3 fic #minsc #jaheira #withers #idk how good this is but i had a lot of fun writing it XD #drabble

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redroomroaving · 1 month

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The Red Harp (victorian/penny dreadful style AU - He Who Was x Shadowheart, Rolan x Geraldus, more)

This city is filled with demons; and as the constables track down those mortal evils, those murderers and thieves, behind the unassuming door of The Red Harp they hunt those evils existing in the space beyond. The High Harper's daughter has been taken. The medium and the thief stand at the docks, growing cold as they await the arrival of their newest recruit, the exorcist, ready to begin the work.

(a monster hunting squad fic featuring:

The Medium: Shadowheart

The Thief: Rugan

The Exorcist: He Who Was

The Mercenary: Aradin

The Apprentice: Rolan

The High Harper & The Rashemen: Jaheira and Minsc

The Last Harper: Geraldus

And more to come. Art on its way.)

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bottombatch · 2 months

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Romance Banters 3

Karlach & Jaheira

Jaheira: I've been learning so many colorful phrases from you. I was hoping to inspire a few more. Karlach: Mum, you've been inspiring me since I was yea high.

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Party banter [Romances] | Baldur's Gate 3 [x] - 1:03 if the timestamp doesn't work correctly

Do I even need to tell you why I'm documenting this one? Karlach calls Jaheira mum and Jaheira wants to inspire more 'color phrases' from Karlach. How am I supposed to assume anything other than they immediately fucked after this

#bg3 #Karlach #Jaheira #Karlach x Jaheira #Party Banters #losing sleep over this #if anyone knows a good Karlach/Jaheira fic please lmk #i need to read it but i dont think i could do it justice if i tried to write it #Youtube

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lynnlovesthestars · 2 months

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The Vault.- Work in Progress page.

Hi, welcome to my work in progress page, where I'll update with the status of the current pieces I'm writing, and to give a sneak peak on what's coming up.

When im mentioning OC, im always referring to my oc @wisterialynn

Status: I (Idea), W (Writing), E (Editing), B (Beta reading), T (To post), P (or strikethroughed, posted)

Genre: DDDNE (Dead dove), A (Angst), F (fluff), S (Smut), H (Hurt no comfort), C (hurt with comfort)

It includes requests

Astarion:

Untitled (Astarion x reader), where reader gets gravely injured and Astarion doesn't like it. W C F

Pretending pt. 3 (Astarion x reader) After a night of cuddles, waking up in an empty bed feels oddly wrong. W C F

Pretending pt. 4 (Astarion x reader) the shadowcurse is way more dangerous than what it seems H W

Little bump (Astarion x reader), dadstarion headcanon T F

request (Astarion x A Tav who rides a very large wyvern, with them having a bond similar to Daenerys and Drogon or Daemon and Caraxes from GOT/HOTD??) W

request (Could I ask for a Astarion x Durge!Tav I've done 2 Durge playthoughs and wish , which ever companion you romance has a reaction when Durge rejects to be bhasls chosen and gets killed but brought back to life by withers [...]) E

Untitled (Astarion x reader) teaching magic to Astarion F I

Bloodshift (Astarion x oc):

Untitled (Astarion x OC) Dddne, oc has gone through some harsh things for the past 4 years, and he has doubtful ways of coping. DDDNE, H, I

Untitled (Astarion x OC) where oc has a gift for Astarion, but he didn't think it through, featuring the couple rings you find in the graveyard near moonrise towers. C W

Untitled. (Astarion x OC) modern au, where Astarion has had a crush on oc for a long time, but does the wrong thing and almost fucks it up. W C

Untitled (Astarion x OC) college au, Artist !oc and best friend! art model! Astarion C W

Rooftops (Astarion x OC). What if they met after the fall of the netherbrain? C T

Nightmares. (Astarion x OC), study of their nightmares and their backgrounds, written in parallel. T C

Untitled. (Astarion x OC), where one can't hide anymore that they have to be caught in the middle of compromising moments, ft. oc background mentions S T

Untitled (Astarion x OC) Guardian angel au. I

Untitled (Astarion x OC) Background study of OC's trauma, ft smut. S E

Untitled (Astarion x OC) study of oc trauma, ft. hurt comfort. C W

Untitled (Astarion x OC) Miniseries walking through their relationship and rewriting scenes from the main game based on how oc would react. I

Holidays (Astarion x OC), for the holiday challenge on ao3, where the two lovers confront the fact that they have lost a lot since the last moment of peace they had. (W C

Karlach:

Untitled (Karlach x reader) finally you get to touch Karlach how she deserves. Inspired by the dialogue in act one- which is bugged in my run so i can do it over n over again) S W

Letters (Karlach x Dammon) title is self explanatory. F W

Untitled (Karlach x ??) Karlach has a twitter gossip account in anon and plays matchmaker. Modern au, socmed au, (Current plan for next milestone to recruit one reader's oc?) I

Wyll:

masquerade (Wyll x reader) meeting at a masquerade and falling in love I

Gale:

Untitled (Gale x reader). The netherbrain has been defeated and only the gods know if you'll survive the fall. W C

Untitled (Gale x reader), you are low on magic items, so you look for alternatives to help your wizard crush. W S

this kiss https://youtu.be/d-QO55xmS5A?si=8Zup_Dgz0iroNNgt W F

Jaheira:

Untitled (Jaheira x reader) sequel of dinner is served. S I

Shadowheart:

Untitled. (Shadowheart x reader) there's only one goddess in the shar temple until you kneel betweet her legs and the Lady of Loss is forgotten. S W

Laezel:

Shattered. (Lae'zel x reader). Vlaakith broke her heart, and it's you that has to pick up the pieces. C W

Halsin:

tbt

Minsc:

tbt

Other:

request (Could I request headcanons for Harleep, Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor with kind and patient gn s/o? This is quite self-indulgent of me because I have been told I'm too nice & so patient so I'm curious how they would react XD) W

request (Could you do a separate scenario thing with the companions(Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Karlach, Shadowheart, and Lae’zel) The scenario I was thinking of is Tav who’s married to the companions(separate) is arguing with their child in another room about Uno.) W

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mishwanders · 4 months

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• BG3 companions (and others) with a disabled Tav •

AN+Warnings: I come to bring you some comforting headcanons <3. Some specific incidents, but not super in depth, I tried to keep them more general. Safe for everyone, written by Mishwanders, please do not repost. Reblogs, nice comments, and likes are appreciated!

Gale

food sensitivity or have a feeding tube? Never fear my dear, for Gale will keep a look out for things that you can have while on your journey, will even make yours separate from the others so not to cause any cross contamination.

However, he will have tons of questions, just so he can get it right so prepare yourself for those.

Which will then lead him to looking for it in literature so he can learn about your condition as much as possible.

Truly the finest nurse you could have in the wilds of the fae-realms. Will even sit with you and read books to/with you if you so wished.

Astarion

Anemic? POTS? He’s quick to catch symptoms you might be experiencing. That dexterity especially comes in the clutch to catch you if you grow dizzy or faint.

However, he’s like a worried hen after that, even if he does try to play it off as being level headed and having the situation totally under control (he doesn’t).

If you tell him what you need though for those instances (salt, meds, etc.), be sure they’re always in his bag if they’re not in yours.

He may not be the biggest person on details, but be sure that these are details he WILL notice because he can’t have his fearless leader out for the count forever.

Karlach

Hard time moving across the vast distance of the world? She will stay by your side until you are ready to move again and will even carry any of your mobility aids just in case you need them on the way.

Hells, she even offers to carry you the moment she realizes you’re in pain.

She gets it, when she’s burning hot, it is hard to go on and forces her to slow down too. So she’ll tell you to take all the time you need if you need to stop and rest.

Also a wonderful companion to stick around if you’re susceptible to the cold or have muscle aches because she’s so warm. Is willing to cuddle to keep you warm and ease the aches and pains (please cuddle with her oh my god she’d be so happy about that).

Wyll

He's disabled too, so he’d definitely lend a listening ear when things get rough and will do what he can to help you alleviate symptoms or even take on extra chores to help out.

He’s also one of the first to defend your honor if anyone has anything nasty to say against you or your disability if you want/need it.

He realizes it’s not always a means to draw blades over, but he knows how to tango his way with words through snobby high society in Baldur’s Gate or even with the most eloquent of goblins or devils.

The blade of the Frontier/Avernus is always ready whenever you need him.

Shadowheart

This girl knows chronic pain - that damn mark in her hand is always causing her problems.

If you’re both experiencing chronic pain, it will definitely make her see you in a new, better light and help you grow closer.

She is willing to bitch with you about how much the pain SUCKS because honestly, sometimes it just helps to complain with someone who just truly understands.

Has extra pillows and furs under her sleeping bag in her tent for comfort and if you two are super close, she’s definitely willing to let you curl up in there with her for a while to help ease some of the pain.

Lae’zel

Now, she might be a bit sharp with her words, but she truly only wants the best for you and will do something if you ask.

She knows how a warrior's fatigue can get the better of them, so she will point out the signs to you when she notices you working yourself past your limits.

Is willing to stay with you and scare off anyone who would say otherwise about your condition or situation. Anyone who back talks about it is getting a pommel strike, guaranteed.

She will remind you that even the best of fighters need their rest too.

Halsin

Big guy will do anything to help out where he can. He is a master healer after all.

Has the BEST bedside manners, so willing to listen to you and your experience and give input when needed or asked (and like honestly? That’s the dream right there).

Is so willing to help you with anything without any judgment for your condition. Will help you change out tubes, colostomy pouch, etc. if you need it.

Surgical scars or other scars that you may feel self conscious of? It’s okay, he won’t push to ask unless you want to talk about it, but he will tell you about the bear story and how he got his scar on his face to make you feel better.

Minthara

The second biggest defender of your honor with your disability/disabilities.

While Wyll is less susceptible to bring out the blades all willy nilly, Minthara is already asking you if she can make the perpetrator suffer.

She is ready to cut someone’s tongue out for it, laser locking eyes on any of the bastards who dare try to make a mockery of you.

An enemy to you is an enemy to her and she will not stand to hear a lick of slander about your condition(s).

Jaheira

She is old, wizened, and she understands what you’re going through the most I think.

It may even lead to her doting on you, a little bit, cub.

Because getting older is rough for anyone, but for someone with a disability/multiple disabilities it can be much tougher than others realize.

She finds it the true testament of your willingness to live though, in spite of everything or anyone and that’s something she admires greatly about you.

Minsc and Boo

Minsc has a round about way of understanding what you’re going through.

Because Minsc too, have pain in wrist. Although, he does not always understand why.

He thinks you’re wise if you're able to tell him the cause. He still thinks you're wise even if you’re not able to, but are able to figure out how to ease any of your suffering.

Minsc will tell you that Boo thinks you’re the best of the best and that’s the highest praise anyone can get from a miniature giant space hamster.

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