#kar'niss fanfic

[karniss-bg3]

WRITING PROMPTS? Ayo how kar'niss react to being called pretty? Sucks the only time you can compliment him he takes it wrong. Weeps.

Kar’niss lowered his body to the lush grass below, taking time to rest his weary legs from a long days travel. The evening had fallen on the green fields where they decided to make camp, Tav nearby working hard at getting a fire going. The moon had come to rise casting a silver-toned hue over the landscape, particularly over the resting drider. Tav took notice as this was a rare moment of quiet for the pair often on the go with little time to stop. They admired their companion allowing their gaze to wander over every unusual feature he possessed, appreciating even the most minuscule detail.

“You’re beautiful,” Tav said, their voice quiet.

At first Kar’niss didn’t register what had been said much less that it was directed at him. His head raised to acknowledge the other, his head tipped to the side in confusion.

“Who are you talking to?”

“You. We’ve not had many moments to speak on our travels. I’m just now able to take you in, all of you. You’re beautiful,” Tav reaffirmed, their eyes locking from a short distance away.

The drider jerked his torso back, his pedipalps rolled into a tight curl against his lower body. A repulsed snort pushed from his nostrils.

“Do not tease us. We—I am not what you claim.”

Tav dusted off their hands and rose from their crouched position, daring to wander toward the defensive creature nearby. They stood defiantly ahead of him, eye level with Kar’niss lowered as he was.

“I’m not teasing. I mean what I say.”

They reached toward him, the tips of their fingers brushed a few rogue strands of hair from his face in a tender pass. Kar’niss retreated from the touch using his long legs to back away from the gesture. Every experience in his life up to this point told him it was a trap, a way to force his guard down to inevitably be stabbed in the back. Tav saw how tense his body had become, the wariness oozing from every pore. Tav approached their nervous companion with soft, careful steps.

“I won’t hurt you. I know...you’ve been told that before and others betrayed your trust. It’s why I helped you, I couldn’t stand by and watch them abuse you any further.” Tav inched closer until they resumed their previous position in front of him.

Kar’niss’ gaze lingered on Tav with deep rooted skepticism. His legs shifted beneath him, nervously trotting in place until he eventually settled.

“W-We..We..I. I! I—don’t understand.” Tav leaned in closer, a thin smile steadily stretched over their lips. “Then...allow me to explain,” they began. “Your eyes are a wonder, I feel safe knowing they are ever watchful.”

“No. Ugly, unnatural,” Kar’niss grumbled, his shoulders falling into a slump.

“Not ugly, not unnatural. I enjoy them, very much.” Tav lifted a hand to trace around the cluster of dark orbs on his forehead. They saw them blink out of sync which made them smile all the more. Kar’niss crossed his arms over his chest in a bid to self soothe still waiting for the worst to come.

“Your hair is soft and delicate. The moonlight does me a service by dancing upon each strand with such grace. My fingers can hardly resist getting lost in them.” They brushed the back of their hand along the wayward strands that kissed Kar’niss’ shoulder.

He shook his head, tipping his head back as if to spare Tav’s fingers the insult of touching him. “Ratty, thin, a disgrace,” he argued.

They would not be discouraged, knowing full well how much the Absolute had torn his confidence to shreds. “Your body, all of your body, is a marvel. Unique, strong, stunning.” Tav stepped closer, allowing their hips to nestle between Kar’niss’ pedipalps. A hand rested on one of the curled digits to coax it to wrap around their waist, their torsos melding sinfully close.

Kar’niss swallowed audibly and his breath hitched in his throat. “M-Monstrous, abomination, filth.”

His determined companion moved to cup the side of his face, their thumb caressing the rough patch of skin on his cheek. “Your lips, supple and firm. Scarred from a lifetime of torment.” Tav’s eyes fluttered closed, inching their body upward on their toe tips in order to reach.

Kar’niss had no time to process what was happening until it did. Their lips met, a white hot flash of emotion struck the drider quick as lightning. He felt a buzzing tingle that started in his cheeks and soon washed over his whole body like waves crashing over a rocky shore. Tav’s lips were tender, the kiss soft and gentle to allow Kar’niss to move at the pace he desired. At first his response was wooden as if too stunned to respond in kind, his head filling with so many thoughts at once he worried his skull would crack under pressure.

After the initial shock faded Kar’niss found his footing. His pedipalps hooked tighter around Tav’s waist to draw them in, his head craning downward to better meet them to response. At first his mouth’s reply was clumsy, timid, and his hands didn’t seem to know where to put themselves. He placed them on Tav’s shoulders to start and seemingly changed his mind mid-way through, relocating them to either side of their waist. Tav delicately encouraged Kar’niss to tilt his head for a better fit which he complied with easily enough, their hands roaming the length of his chest to feel out it’s shape and texture.

The longer the embrace continued the more Kar’niss’ confidence grew, his lips becoming more aggressive in their pursuit of savoring their taste. He could hear the frantic beat of his heart within his ears, his bulbous backside trembling with an excitement he’d not known in far too long. He was certain this was a dream or some hallucination concocted by his lingering psychosis. Yet Tav didn’t fade or disappear from sight, they remained in place. He could feel their warmth alluring and inviting like a blazing hearth in the dead of winter. He knew then and there he didn’t want to lose this exhilarating experience, he couldn’t imagine going without.

When the kiss broke both individuals had developed a hot blush that streaked across their faces, the sound of aroused panting shared between them. Tav bumped nose to nose with the dazed drider, a satisfied grin tugging at their lips.

“You are not a monster, not to me, not ever. You are Kar’niss and that is all that matters,” Tav whispered. They pressed their foreheads together mindful of his extra eyes, caressing the back of his neck.

Kar’niss had to fight the urge to object to such claims, his mind still saturated in doubt and self-hatred. But after an exchange such as that he did have to wonder...was there still hope for him? Could he have a future, a life, a chance at happiness that wasn’t afforded to him anywhere else?

He was starting to think so.

#baldur's gate 3 #kar'niss #drider #bg3 #karniss #baldurs gate 3 #answered #my writing #prompts #kar'niss x tav #fanfic #bg3 fanfic #kar'niss fanfic #romantic #sfw #fluff

[murkyteas]

First chapter of my Tav/Astarion, Tav/Kar'niss fic up... (uh, and maybe eventually a little Underdark polycule, idk 😳 The tragic drider brainrot is real.

Gender neutral and doing my best to allow anyone to imagine their own tav (i.e. 2nd person, no names, no "tav" as a name, no physical descriptors)

AO3:

Sanctuary

#kar'niss #karniss #kar'niss bg3 #bg3 fanfic #kar'niss fanfic

[lunastrophe]

BG3 Drow Lore 🕷️ Kar'niss' Past - Eilistraean Theory

We can probably assume that Kar'niss was born a szarkai (albino drow), but the game gives us next to no information about his background. We know that after being turned into a drider, he was "cast out", "erased" and "forgotten" - the reason of this punishment remains a mystery though, as well as his past from before change.

This is probably going to be a really, really long shot, even for a fan theory, but hear me out:

Perhaps there might be something in Kar'niss' past that connected him to the cult of Eilistraee?

🕷️ Spider's Lyre - Kar'niss can be called by the lyre music and does not appreciate butchering the tune. In such scenario, he even makes a snide comment, calling Tav a "torturer of lyres".

Maybe Kar'niss holds this instrument in such a high regard simply because he sees it as "his mistress' lyre", provided by the Absolute - or rather, by one of her servants - to summon him.

But maybe he cares so much also because the lyre - or music in general - reminds him on some level of his previous life and of his previous self...?

🌕 Eilistraee's followers are encouraged to nurture music and song, the goddess' favoured arts, and her priests are pretty much obliged to have some decent music skills . Eilistraee is also known to use "a silvery radiance, sometimes accompanied by a wordless snatch of song or a few echoing harp notes" as her iconic manifestation.

Also, Eilistraee sometimes manifests as a sweet, soothing, otherworldly beautiful tune to call to the drow - through this music, she tempts them to follow her ideals and seek a different, better life for themselves, away from the clutches of Lolth.

🕷️ Blessing of Light - Kar'niss speaks about "the light" he carries with great reverence, claiming that this is his goddess' benevolent blessing... even though everybody around him - even random goblin cultist - know that this is no real blessing. He was merely given a magic lantern.

Maybe Kar'niss' attitude reflects simply his fanaticism, his desire to be recognized and respected as the Absolute's favoured. A large part of his faith - his very identity, even ("Light of the Absolute") - is woven around the concept of this "blessing".

But maybe the light that offers protection and comfort in the darkness reminds him also of some real blessing of some other goddess...?

🌕 "Eilistraee has also been known to aid her worshipers by providing a faint silvery radiance when they need to find something dropped in darkness, or follow an unknown trail by night through dark woods..."

Eilistraee can also bestow upon her followers moonfire that "...can range from a faint glow to a clear, bright (but not blinding) light". Moonfire can have blue-white, soft green, white or silver colour and can serve as a source of light for "finding one's way, and attracting others to a desired location."

Moonfire can also serve as a rare, visible blessing or sign of Eilistraee's support, and can be manifested even by "beings without any priest powers who work to further Eilistraee's aims".

🕷️ Heart's Desire - from what we see in game, the Absolute doesn't warp her servants' personalities to the point of making them unrecognizable. Rather, she seems to be playing on their desires and ambitions, making them believe that she is everything they could ever wanted.

In case of Kar'niss, the Absolute clearly plays on his desire to belong and to be recognized as a worthy servant of his goddess.

It is logical to assume that before he was turned into a drider, he worshipped Lolth - but at some point, she labeled him unworthy, rejected him and punished. Who knows, maybe he refers to the Absolute as "his queen" not only because he sees it fitting, but because it is an echo of the most known title of Lolth: Queen of Spiders.

🌕 But what if the Absolute plays on Kar'niss' former devotion to another goddess?

🔹 Maybe he responds to the lyre music because in the past, a similar kind of music called to him.

🔹 Maybe he treasures the lantern's light in a spiritual sense because in the past, he experienced a similar "blessing of light" - a visible sign of his goddess' favour and protection, a guiding light in the darkness.

🔹 Maybe he was tasked with guiding the Absolute's followers because in the past, he was guiding followers of some other goddess through a different kind of darkness - protecting Eilistraeans when they were pilgrimaging from the Underdark to the surface, as was their custom.

🔹 Maybe one day... something went wrong? Maybe after whatever happened, he could no longer see himself as a worthy follower - and on the top of that, his Lolth-sworn kin found out that he turned to another goddes? Maybe that was the reason why Lolth changed him into a drider?

I know: many, many 'maybes', little evidence, few leads - but... Imagine the kind of backstory the Eilistraean accent could give Kar'niss - and the absolutely epic redemption arc that could follow it later 🥺

"If the DM allows it, a drider dedicated to Eilistraee (..) might even aspire to throw off its curse through the divine intervention of the Dark Maiden, perhaps by completing a great quest." (The Ecology of the Drider)

Avatar of Eilistraee by Zhenvision

For more of my drow lore ramblings, feel free to check my pinned post 🕷️

#kar'niss #kar’niss #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 drow lore #bg3 #bg3 kar'niss #karniss #drider #bg3 headcanons #bg3 fanfic idea #save kar'niss #yet another fanfic I have no time to write

[cheeky-little-pup]

So I have this Halsin fanfic idea which also involves Kar’niss

Basically, when Halsin is locked in the cell at the goblin camp there’s already someone there, a female drow who’s obviously hurt and scared and they put him there to mess with her (cause they don’t know he’s not really a bear) but of course he just protects her instead and when Tav and co comes and rescues him he takes her back to the Grove with him and when he follows Tav to the Shadow Cursed land she comes with him cause they’re practically inseparable now.

But when she sees Kar’niss she’s horrified because she knew him as a drow, he saved her life and helped her escape her house and the Spider Queen and that’s why she turned him into a drider and so OC is super duper sad and she asks Tav if the prism can protect Kar’niss too and Tav forces the guardian to free him from the Absolute and so Kar’niss helps them infiltrate Moonrise and basically it’s a Halsin x OC x Kar’niss fic that I’ll never be able to write to my satisfaction but if someone is feeling it please let me know…

#baldur’s gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #halsin #bg3 #karniss #kar’niss #bg3 kar'niss #bg3 halsin #fic idea #prompt #fanfic idea #Tav #halsin x tav #kar’niss x tav

[s1ithers]

bg3 replay is back off hiatus now i've got the Recruit Anyone mod to make this game playable. my beautiful boyfriend who does not fit in the frame <3

#this plot is Very strangely put together it is really hitting me the second time around #i see what ppl mean about the evil route #great fights tho #and what is the point of games like this if not to crank the difficulty up & zone out peacefully constructing our elaborate fanfic revision #of the plot while getting clobbered on the same encounter for an hour #and to gaze at our preferred little guy :3 #kar'niss #oc: fela #bg3

[kaykebitez]

Kayke's BG3 Fanfic Masterlist

Hello and welcome to my BG3 Fanfiction Masterlist! Here's my small (so far) collection of fics that I have written, mainly with Astarion/Tav but Rolan has also taken over my brain space so he's featured heavily as well. The Dark Minstrel (Series) - A collection of fics featuring my female drow bard Tav, Phaere Vrinn. ○ A Sonnet of Spiders (Main Story) - Rated M - Incomplete Starting in Act 2, Phaere meets the drider, Kar'niss, and comes face to face with her past as a noble of house Melarn. Featuring her developing relationship with Astarion and Halsin, and sibling dynamics with Kar'niss. ○ Sing for Me, Dance for Me, Eyes on Me - Rated E - Complete A oneshot detailing Phaere and Astarion's first time. ○ Pianissimo - Rated M - Complete (?) A two-shot (so far) showcasing Phaere and Halsin showing Astarion how to enjoy nonsexual intimacy. Set in Act 2 and Act 3. ○ Caesura - Rated E - Complete The night before the final push to the Netherbrain, Phaere, Astarion, and Halsin enjoy an intimate night together.

Light Years Away (In the Hells) (Series) - A collection of fics set in a modern AU around my tiefling shapeshifter Tav, Vox.

○ Hands in the Fire (Main Story) - Rated E - Incompelete Astarion visits the mysterious nightclub, The Devil's Den, and meets an enigmatic tiefling shapeshifter. Interestingly, within the walls of the club, Astarion can no longer feel Cazador's compulsion.

Fetch the Bhaal (Series) - A collection of fics centered around my tiefling sorcerer Dark Urge, Karvir.

○ Hold the Light - Rated E - Incomplete A short story detailing Rolan slowly falling for the himbo golden retriever durge, Karvir.

Miscellaneous Oneshots

○ Period. - Rated E - Complete Astarion eats reader!Tav out while they're on their period. That's it. That's the fic. My first forray into BG3 fics.

○ Unconventional Surprises (in Love) - Rated T - Complete Written for the Elturian Tiefling Camp Valentines Day Exchange. Rolan has been separated from his loves, Tav and Astarion, for six months. On the night they're set to return, he tries to surprise them with an over-the-top romantic gesture. Everything goes horribly wrong. Shameless fluff.

○ Arcane Arousals - Rated E - Complete Reader is a Wizard, now working/living at Sorcerous Sundries/Ramazith's Tower with Rolan after the Netherbrain's defeat. You've noticed he has a thing for you, but the insufferable brat won't do anything about it. You decide to take manners into your own hands and tease him until he snaps. Just shameless filth.

#bg3 #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #my fanfiction #my writing #kaykewrites #bg3 tav #rolan #bg3 rolan #bg3 astarion #astarion #halsin #bg3 halsin #kar’niss #bg3 kar'niss #bg3 durge #bg3 dark urge #the dark urge #fanfiction directory #my fics

[vacantvisage]

My Chosen Kar'niss/Tav Explicit, 6k words

TAGS: FtM Tav, Half-Drow Tav (Baldur's Gate), Porn With Plot, Mind Sex, Religious Cults, Act 2 (Baldur's Gate 3), Driders (Dungeons & Dragons), Salmacian

SUMMARY:

Direct sequel to Her Majesty's Favorite. Tav (Tareth) has brought Kar'niss to the camp in hopes it will prove a strategic ally against Ketheric. Kar'niss realizes all he had been told of the Absolute was a lie. Betrayed twice over, the drider is wary, but forgives Tareth, repaying him for his freedom with mutual desire.

NOTES:

I don't always catch errors, misspellings, etc the first time around so I apologize ahead of time. I'll get them all eventually. As summary says, direct sequel to Her Majesty's Favorite. You could probably get away with not reading it if you don't want to, but it'd be nice if you did. Hope you enjoy.

#bg3 #kar'niss #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate tav #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #drider #my fics

[tavyliasin]

Web of Lust - Short Fic

AO3 Link Here Anyone want Haarlep/Raphael/Kar'niss? Well you're in luck because someone else requested it as a drabble so here's a short for you~ CW - Bondage, Spider/Drider, implied but not malicious manipulation

I tried to post the whole thing here but I got errors...not as short as I thought, then. Oh and if anyone wants more? I'll add it to my main fic request list. ---- Web of Lust ----

The incubus grinned, they hadn’t imagined this outcome when Raphael had brought in a mortally wounded Drider a week ago. “Heal him.” He had commanded, his servants carrying the almost motionless body of the former drow into his bedchamber. “If he can be restored, a contract can be made. A most useful agreement for a servant as loyal as this one. But only if he lives.” He left almost immediately, Haarlep still sat on the edge of the bed watching the servants manhandle the huge man into the healing waters. They let out a long suffering sigh and stood up, flexing their wings and tail with obvious irritation as they stalked across the room. “Leave him.” They shooed away the servants, who scurried to get out of their reach as quickly as they could. The drider’s lower body was in the water, but their torso was collapsed on the floor over the edge of the bath, back barely moving with the effort to breathe. Haarlep stooped down and turned them over gently, gazing upon the strange face. White hair in messy strands clung to the sweat and blood on his grey-tinted skin. “Strange…” They mused, as they got to work swiftly, cleaning down the well-defined muscles, soothing deep wounds with powerful balms, tending to them with a level of care most would not expect from the incubus. But an order was an order, and they could sense their own plans beginning to form. Eventually, the myriad of eyelids began to twitch, lips barely moving. Remembering a little of drow culture, Haarlep changed their body to mimic the Archduchess’s feminine form. “Drink.” The incubus commanded, holding the open potion bottle to his lips, carefully tilting it until he had consumed it all. “Good, now your name.” “Ka-” He licked dry lips, finding his voice again. “Kar’niss.” He rasped, with effort. “Where am I?” “It is your lucky day, Sweet Spider, you have found yourself in the very heart of Hope.” They grinned at their own humour, helping the drider’s upper body to straighten as they sat beside him. “And I,” they stretched their wings to look more grandiose, “am Haarlep. Or as far as you are concerned, your new mistress.” “A mistress? Then I have a home? A purpose?” Dark eyes widened, partially in fear that this was all some dread illusion about to be cruelly torn away, just like the voice in his mind that had disappeared when the tadpole succumbed to the death that should have claimed him just before he was brought back from the brink. “Oh I have many a purpose for you, if you swear your full devotion to me, right here, and right now.” They leaned closer, holding his cheek tenderly yet firmly. “Can you do that, my Sweet Spider? Will you swear yourself to me, the one who has saved your miserable life and restored your beautiful body?” Kar’niss’s mouth moved in an attempt to talk, but truthfully he was left almost speechless by the effortless seduction, the quiet power in the voice of the “woman” in front of him. “Come now, you can do better than that. You’re so close.” They leaned in close next to his ear. “Swear it to me, Kar’niss, that you are mine.” “I…am yours, mistress. Body and soul, I am yours to command. You have taken my worthless life into your loving hands, you may do with it as you wish.” The drider used every last ounce of his strength to speak, to declare fealty, before he slumped forwards into Haarlep’s arms. The incubus stroked his back softly, soothing the unconscious man. “You did well, now rest. You will need your energy.” --- Continued on AO3 ---

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #bg3 raphael #haarlep #kar'niss #drider #drow #incubus #request fic #short fic #smut #if you want more then I'll think about it #Haarlep isn't cruel they have their plans #Haarlep actually treats Kar'niss very well

[dragonagitator]

me: oh ho, what's this?

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#average person fucks 3 spiders a year factoid actualy just statistical error. average person fucks 0 spiders per year. #Spiders Georg who writes BG3 fanfic & fucks over 10000 each day is an outlier adn should not have been counted #BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #Kar'niss #every day we stray further from ao #oh fanfic authors never change

[readwritejayy]

New Hobbies

(Read on AO3 here)

Tav tries to teach her favorite white-haired elves how to crochet.

Words: 242

“Almost, it’s actually ‘pull one under the loop, then over’,” Tav explained. She held her own crochet hooks out to Astarion, who pulled up his top lip and sneered.

“This is ridiculous,” he said haughtily. “You’re making fun of me, clearly you’re doing some sort of your magic behind your back to turn your…” he waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, “…loops into a sweater shape. Why would I even need to learn this when I can sew perfectly well?”

“It’s called a hobby, ‘starion.” Tav raised an eyebrow at him. “And that’s fine if it doesn’t click right away, it takes a little time. But if you want to improve, you have to try again and build that muscle memory.”

“How’s mine?” Kar’niss asked, holding out his sweater panel, which was already several rows tall.

Tav gave him a proud pat on one of his legs. “That’s really good, Kar’! You’re doing a great job.”

He beamed, and Astarion rolled his eyes.

“He’s a drider,” Astarion stated. Damn the arachnid and his immediate talent in fiber arts.

“And he’s doing wonderfully,” Tav emphasized. “Don’t be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” Astarion sputtered. “I just don’t think it counts when a spider is good at weaving yarn together.”

Kar’niss was too enraptured by crochet hook and yarn pulling through and wrapping around to build up the sweater panel to pay attention to Astarion’s snark.

“Can we try knitting next?” he asked eagerly.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #kar'niss #fanfic #astarion #jayy writes

[karniss-bg3]

i know you usually don't tackle female!tav x kar'niss but if you had to give it a shot... just something wholesome maybe? esp since the Absolute is feminine-coded all throughout the game, the overtones could be there for kar'niss to see a kind good-aligned femme!tav as a goddess to worship all for himself. maybe just a scene of her tending to his wounds or arachnid peculiarities as a drider—i.e: maybe he molts and the process is painful but she helps him through it with comfort and grace?

[Music]

Where had he gone? Morning light had broke and there were no signs of her eight-legged companion. Tav crawled out of her sleeping bag to survey the area with mild concern etched over her face.

“Kar’niss?”

She surveyed the area, her ears coming to perk as she caught the sound of shuffling from a nearby cave. Unafraid she advanced toward the noise, casting the light cantrip in an effort to shoo away the darkness. She’d come to find a figure huddled at the back of the cavern, curled in tight against the rock face in an effort to make himself as small as possible. She frowned while she carefully stepped closer, willing the lights nearer to get a better look at him. She noticed signs of damage along the abdomen of his lower half, the flesh knotting and bunching up unnaturally over the carapace.

“Gods, what’s happening? Are you alright?” She’d ask while trying to wander closer.

“Don’t!” He retreated tighter against the wall wanting to maintain the greatest distance between them. “This is not for you. Go away.”

She could sense the fear in him, the pain. His leg at the far back of his body lifted and curled in a vain attempt to scrape over his molting mound with pathetic results. He snarled in frustration, planting his hands against the wall, his torso slumped. She wouldn’t be intimidated able to see he was in need.

“I’ll be back,” she said, darting off.

In a few moments she returned with pack in hand, placing it down nearby to root around for supplies. Kar’niss’ eyes narrowed as he watched, a deep reverberating trill vibrating within his throat akin to a growl. Tav heard the sound for what it really was, cries from a wounded animal who didn’t know how to ask for aid. She pulled a bottle of light gray paste from her bag, unscrewing the lid and giving it a sniff to make sure the contents were still good. It smelled medicinal, a sharp tang of bitter roots and sap combined to make a potent salve. Satisfied with her test she rose and approached Kar’niss once more.

The drider reared up in response, his pedipalps rising and extending outward in a threatening manner while his two front most legs stamped into the ground with defiance.

“S-Stay away…!” Kar’niss panted, a panic starting to bubble within him. Every woman he’d ever trusted had inevitably hurt him, betrayed him in some way. Used, abused, and discarded when his usefulness had run out, why would Tav be any different?

But Tav was different, even if he could not yet see it. She held up the jar so he could get a better look. The contents were boring, bland and unimpressive in appearance, hardly what one would think could fell a drider.

“It’s medicine, Kar’niss. It will help ease the pain, allow you to heal faster. See?” She used two fingers to scoop up a dollop of the paste, applying the portion onto her own arm and rubbed it in like lotion. Once done she extended her arm so he could see for himself. It looked perfectly normal. Her flesh didn’t melt away, bubble or boil from the application, nor did it turn any unusual colors. The scent was so strong that he got a whiff and his head jerked back in response to how it tickled the inside of his nostrils.

He still seemed hesitant about what was on offer. That is until another pang of pain ripped through his body, his entire frame quaking in response. His expression twisted and teeth grit in anguish.

“Hnnng!” He tried to turn and reach back to touch the pained segment but he couldn’t reach, his spine unable to twist at such an angle. His brows furrowed, his attention returning to Tav who tried so hard to offer him help. With his lips pressed into a thin line a slow sigh spilled from his lips. “You may...apply this medicine. But do not linger!”

She smiled at him. “Thank you. It...might sting a little, but far less so than what you’re enduring now.”

Tav approached his side to get a better look at the damage. It did seem he was molting and only midway through, suggesting this would be a long day. The carapace that had fallen away left tender pink flesh behind, exposed and vulnerable during this stage of the process. She’d first snap away the dead skin that still clung to him, knowing better than to peel beyond that. This process couldn’t be hurried it needed to continue at the pace it was destined to go. Still, she could at least be rid of the excess and provide him relief from the weight.

Kar’niss was on edge throughout, watching over his shoulder at the ready for the flash of a dagger, the buzz of threatening magic, anything she could do to strike at him. None of that would come to pass. Instead with the removal of the discarded carapace she now had access to the fresh skin below. Her fingered dabbled into the salve and applied a coating over the surface. Despite her warning about the inevitable sting, Kar’niss scrambled and backed up into the corner, a monstrous screech echoing throughout the cave.

Tav backed up quickly and held up her hands. “Easy, easy now. Shh it’s alright.” She cooed, her voice maintaining a delicate hum to keep things calm.

A sheen of sweat trickled over Kar’niss’ face along with the threat of tears in his eyes, heavy exhales of breath pushed between his clenched teeth. He was on the verge of snapping at Tav once more until he felt something unexpected; Relief. The salve started to work it’s magic over the affected area. A cooling sensation crept over the sensitive skin leaving behind a pleasant tingle, effectively numbing the nerves from further assault. He blinked in stunned silence. Her method not only worked but it stopped the pain rather than enhancing it. He glanced at his rounded back-end with a firm look of contemplation, his abdomen lifted and issued a cursory wiggle. His gaze then darted back to her, his savior, the anger steadily fading away.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” Tav smiled and screwed the lid back onto the jar. “It should stave off the pain for at least a few hours, I’ll need to apply more after that. At least now you know what to expect. We can remain here until the process finishes. I’ll keep an eye out, guard the cave and bring you something to eat. How does that sound?”

Kar’niss bobbed his head in a quick nod, still a little taken back by this new revelation. He rubbed at one of his arms to self soothe, struck by a new wave of thoughts he didn’t know how to process yet.

“...Thank you,” he whispered.

Tav stepped closer and rested her fingertips on one of his pedipalps, another gesture that brought him great shock. “You’re welcome. Remember I am here for you, okay?” Their eyes met briefly which made something inside his chest flutter, wild and free. His lips trembled enough to where he jerked his gaze away, worrying his lower lip between his teeth.

“I won’t be gone long. Let me know if the pain returns,” Tav said. She’d then slip away to give the drider his space, smiling at him over her shoulder until her silhouette faded from the cave entrance.

Kar’niss looked on in an effort to process it all. He lowered himself to the ground to rest while the pain was quelled, glancing back from time to time where the medicine had been applied. Steadily a slow, lopsided smile tugged at his scarred lips, a warmth growing inside of him unlike any he’d known before. He looked to the cave entrance, watching and waiting, for her to return.

“My Queen.”

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[whitegoldtower]

Tam'lin x Kar'niss Fic???

Maybe, just maybe I'm being really hot and sexy and actually writing up the beginning of my fic 'Arachnophilia'.

MLM, if you like power-bottom pleasure-dom x submissive top, this might be the fic for you :D

Nothing spicy in the first chapter (except for a brief mention of something happening at Sharess' Caress), so you'll have to bear with me. First bit's below the break.

His name was Tam’lin, though it had seemed of little importance before meeting those he now called ‘friends’. Before, he had been simply ‘the Szarkai’; a pale drow raised only to be planted upon the surface amongst darthiir, to blend in with the faeries and ultimately bring subterfuge and death to their ranks in the name of House Baenre. He had been a spy, an assassin, a pawn.

He’d had virtually no will of his own, until he had. And when he discovered what he was capable of, he’d legged it at the first opportunity, House Baenre and Menzoberranzan be damned. He’d not been too pleased to see his dear cousin, Minthara, at the side of the Absolute.

Yet it would have displeased him greatly to see her suffer any more than she already had. Horrid as she could be, he knew that most of her wickedness was merely a sharpness of the mind; much like himself, back before he had discovered his vulnerability, he, too, had tended to think first, feel later, rather than experience both at the same time.

It was a difficult habit to break, especially when hardwired into one’s very nature. He couldn’t fault Minthara for it any more than he could fault Astarion for being the way he was. And that vampire had many flaws, when it came to vulnerability. The man’s self-preservation instincts, had they been given physicality, would have been sturdy enough to keep Ketheric, Orin and Gortash away, singlehandedly. Would have been, had Tam’lin not been so curious, had he not craved the vampire spawn’s companionship.

They had slept together multiple times, until one quiet night at camp, somewhere near the Last Light Inn. Astarion had thanked him for what he’d said, the way he’d defended him from that deplorable drow woman. Honestly, Tam’lin hadn’t wanted to be thanked for it; he didn’t need the thanks, what he needed was for his friend (a word which, until recently felt too funny in his mouth) to recognise that despite Cazador’s hold on him, he had autonomy.

If Tam’lin could sever himself from House Baenre, and Shadowheart from Shar, Lae’zel from Vlaakith, and Minthara from the Absolute, then by all the hells, Astarion could free himself from Cazador. Even when Tam’lin’s words came out a little too harshly, when his face did not present itself in the soft manner he intended it to, the szarkai was hell-bent on shoving Astarion in the right direction. He just needed encouragement, and a bit of support. Perhaps a bit of discipline, every now and then.

Although, some of the words that came from Astarion’s lips shocked him. He knew the man’s cruelty was but a front, but even so, some things he’d said had made Tam’lin’s palms itch, made his skin crawl, made his teeth squirm for a scrap. Many times, he’d come close to fist-fighting the one he called his closest friend.

This night had been one of those times.

The szarkai sat alone, in his deep purple tent, on top of his nest of rich jewel-tone cushions and blankets, watching his summoned spiders, Janet One and Janet Two, patrolling back and forth under the canopy just outside of the threshold, which was illuminated by the soft pink, green, and orange glow of a bioluminescent hanging basket.

Gods, he felt miserable, as he looked at the spoils of the day. Ketheric’s netherese stone. Balthazar’s quietly twinkling moon-lantern.

And Kar’niss’ sword, cruel-sting.

The night was quiet. Too quiet. Tam’lin’s dusky, pale mauve eyes narrowed as he analysed his emotions, picking them apart as he chewed at his blackened lips. What was this feeling? It seemed to be an amalgamation, of sorts. Anger, at Astarion’s reaction to his choice to knock the drider unconscious, instead of killing him. Sadness, that Kar’niss had been taken advantage of in such a way in the first place. Regret, possibly? Or something that felt like envy, that he should have been the drider? That he should have been taken in by the Absolute, for he was sure his crimes against Lolth were far greater than whatever Kar’niss had done. He’d deserved that fate. Possibly worse.

He remembered where he had been before being abducted by the illithids. He’d been in the city, hungover and still possibly drunk from the night before, that night in Sharess’ Caress with the male drow twin whose name he couldn’t recall. What he had remembered of that night were but fragments; the honeyed words about the milky pallor of his skin and hair, the mood-ruining questions about his scars and his alleged intimidating aura, the purr of ‘come, szarkai,’ and the beckoning of a slender finger that would later snuff out the lights. Mundane and mildly irritating things, mostly, but a few diamonds in the rough, such as the mysterious click of a box’s lid followed by a thousand little running pinpricks over his chest as the young lad had expertly stroked his insides. A guilty pleasure. One he hadn’t ever even considered, but one he had yet to stop thinking about. He still remembered the tickle of gossamer sliding over and sticking to his ribs as the tiny beasts had scattered, tickling him enough to steal a chuckle.

Sad, however, that he’d stooped to spending nights in brothels and drinking the towns dry.

 He’d let himself go, for a while, content to play the part of the dark, vigilante folk-hero for the less fortunate, but after that while, it had started to get boring. Stories were being spun about him, rumours went flying, and Tam’lin did not welcome the prospect that people were making observations about him and speculating over what he did behind closed doors. He valued his privacy. He valued his autonomy. He valued people not trying to put him in a box.

Gloomstalker, the darthiir called him. The shadow ranger, with footsteps as silent and fleeting as the mist, tracking down his prey, setting traps, and then waiting in ambush, like the patient trapdoor spider that sizes up an arrogant snake. Possibly the only metaphor he’d heard about himself that he could be somewhat proud of. The spider that takes down snakes.

He frowned deeply as he looked at cruel-sting, propped up against his backpack in one of the tent’s corners. Kar’niss wasn’t a snake. He didn’t deserve to be hunted. Certainly didn’t deserve to be attacked by more than just himself. His throat was raw from shouting at the others to get back, to take down the wraiths, the shadows, anything but the indignity of attacking the poor drider like a pack of hyenas. Jaheira hadn’t wanted to trust him to take down Kar’niss alone. He’d had to force her to retreat, himself, and that was something that hadn’t gone down well when they had all returned to camp.

He was still bitter about it. She was still bitter about it.

Tam’lin ground his teeth together, furiously, stewing in his emotions. It would take a while for him to calm down.

So engrossed, was he, that he almost did not see Janet One beginning to jitter around. Almost missed the clicking chirrup of Janet Two as she assumed a more defensive position.

Shadows. It must be the Shadows.

It was pitch black, outside the tent, with only the campfire’s distant glow illuminating the other tents, all closed up for the night. All of his friends were asleep.

That thought might have been somewhat comforting, had he not seen a particularly fast shadow darting in reflection across the fabric of Astarion’s tent, directly adjacent to his own, or heard quiet, frantic whispering in the dark.

Tam’lin tucked a snowy strand of hair behind a pale, pointed ear and silently loaded an arrow into his longbow, readying it, ever vigilant. He watched his spiders like a hawk, before realising something about the positions they had assumed. Female spiders, recognising a male.

They know their own kind.  

Tam’lin put the bow down, and picked up cruel-sting, instead. He waited. And waited.

Come to me, first, and I'll see if you are friend or foe. I'll give you the chance that the other's won't.

#bg3 fic #bg3 fanfic #bg3 male tav #male tav x Kar'niss #kar'niss #drider #drow #bg3 karniss #bg3 kar'niss #karniss

[mist1e]

The Third Son, Ch. 5: Shadowlands

...In which Nere notices yet another one of Astarion's suspicious quirks, Gale finally almost ends everyone instead of saving, and Iskra (secretly) admires Nere's nimble fingers. Bonus: the party meets Kar'niss.

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[dude-wheres-my-ankheg]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Abdirak (Baldur's Gate)/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Original Male Character(s), Abdirak (Baldur's Gate), Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate), Karlach (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate), Halsin (Baldur's Gate), Kar'niss (Baldur's Gate), Wyll (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Banter, there is no plan, I'm running on vibes, Self-Harm, objectively too many descriptions of Abdirak's nose, Survivor Guilt, Panic Attacks, Act 2 Spoilers, Flogging, Whipping, Sadism, Masochism, Dom/sub Undertones, very unhealthy coping mechanisms, Guys will do literally anything to avoid going to therapy Series: Part 1 of Elorin-verse Summary:

The Tadpole Troupe are trying to make their way to a solution to their problem but the open hearted Elorin insists on picking up some strays along the way, much to everyone else's distress.

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Chapter 7 is up!!! We’re back after the NaNoWriMo hiatus! New username, same me, and same silly drow getting himself in situations.

#abdirak #kar'niss #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #fanfic

[hrefna-the-raven]

I'm currently working on the chapter that'll deal with the reunion of Kar'niss and reader, I'm still not sure on how he would react to her but we're getting there, I promise 😊

Does anyone maybe wants to be tagged on the following "Web of faith" chapters?

Let me know 😊

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[baldursgatethoughts]

I wrote a very naughty story on for a guildie - read at your own peril :P

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