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m00nlight-ramblings · 6 months

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BG3 Companion Modern AU Headcanons

These random thoughts popped into my mind and I had to write them down. I love these little weirdos, and some of them probably don't make sense but OH WELL.

Should I do a Part 2 with more companions?? Let me know - my inbox and requests are open!

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Astarion

This dude's got iPad kid energy - he loves to scroll Tiktok for hours.

He gets bi-weekly pedicures. And not the basic kind - the full on 1.5 hour long with the massage and the mask and the exfoliation.

His favorite holiday is Halloween. He plans his costume starting in August.

He'd be the type of person to be walking through a mall, see a Claire's, and spontaneously decide to get his ears pierced idk.

Is really into metal. Like, you'll come home and Metallica will be blasting and you walk into the bedroom and he's folding laundry and just like, "Oh, HELLO, Darling!" but will have to scream it over the volume in which he's listening to music

Will truly take an hour picking out the perfect wine to pair with your dinner...he's definitely a wine snob.

The cheapest article of clothing Astarion owns is from Banana Republic and it's an undershirt...everything else is ~*very fancy*~

Loves watching all types of vampire movies/TV shows. He can often be heard saying, "Oh no, they got that all wrong" under his breath.

He definitely reads like 1-2 books a week. He's recently really gotten in spicy smut books (he definitely got recommendations from BookTok).

For sure falls asleep to ASMR videos.

Gale

This man loves HGTV *queue Home Depot commercial music*

Has the most absolutely beautiful, clean home you've ever seen with about 30 bookcases CRAMMED with books. The books are the only disorganized thing in his home because he constantly is reading them, so alphabetizing them is useless.

Pinterest is his most used phone app. His boards are carefully curated. That man has a recipe/inspiration pic/quote for EVERYTHING.

Definitely volunteers at the animal shelter once a month. Often times has to talk himself out of bringing a cat home.

LUSH is his favorite store at the mall. He loves them bath bombs.

He THROWS DOWN at holiday parties...Christmas? Thanksgiving? The table is SET. The decorations are UP. He's wearing an APRON because he's been cooking ALL day. The playlist is PERFECT.

Speaking of holidays, he has matching pajama sets for everyone in the household. For every. Holiday.

Fall is absolutely his favorite season. "Sweetheart...have you ever watched 'When Harry Met Sally'? Perfect autumn movie...also I bought a new scarf today to go with my new peacoat. And mittens. And a new hat...it's getting cold outside."

He definitely has a Live. Laugh. Love. adjacent sign somewhere in his home

He definitely needs glasses to read. And he for sure has those librarian chains so that he can just take them off and they hang, instead of losing them.

Karlach

Absolutely loves to eat meals watching Youtube videos.

Imagine her in Times Square? She tears the M&M's store UP.

Is obsessed with documentaries. She often says things like "I can't believe there's so much stuff to LEARN out there!"

Definitely has a Squishmallow collection. And she rotates which one she sleeps with every night so they all get a chance.

Is absolutely the worst cook of all time but tries really really hard...however, she can make a mean boxed mac n' cheese.

Has an obsession with sugary cereal. There's always Cinnamon Toast Crunch or Fruity Pebbles in her cabinets.

Certified Switie for SURE.

Is really into astrology. Definitely has said, "Oh, you're just saying that because you're a SCORPIO" or the like many, many times.

Absolute Starbucks addiction (venti iced caramel macchiato, extra caramel).

Has monthly "girl's nights" (but everyone is invited) at her place. The rules are: pajamas only, junk food, romcoms, and a playlist of the best pop songs in the past 20 years.

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How'd y'all like it...should I make a part two with other companions?! Remember my inbox is open and I'm accepting requests!! I'd love to write some stuff so send it in!

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lynnlovesthestars · 6 months

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Your masterlist says your requests are open so if you’re cool with it could I request a Karlach x reader where Karlach discovers the reader is ticklish and they’re embarrassed about it because they secretly like it?

omg hiii, OF COURSE I'D LOVE TO!

~♡~

Edit: damn I'm an idiot, right after i posted it i realized my brain played a trick on me and convinced me that the prompt was slightly different Tomorrow I'll try and write it again so I'll fill the request properly, sorry bit it's 3:00 am lol! For now I'll still drop the one i wrote..

Pairing: Karlach x reader.

Genre: fluff.

Warnings: just a little of insecurities

Synopsys: that laugh you hate.

AN: Post act 3, i didn't like the painful ending so i decided this is how i'll headcannon it

You swore this was heaven: laying next to Karlach as the linen sheet wrapped loosely around your bodies while you spent your time getting lost in each other.

At the end of your adventure together, you all deserved a break, and winter approaching Baldur's Gate was perfect for it.

You and Karlach had spent the first few days free from the illithid to find a tiny place to share, just the two of you as you figured out what to do.

Being the hero of Baldur's Gate had its benefits, and a spectacular discount for a house was one of them.

It was nice staying in the outer city, not too far from where Jaheira lived, so you could keep up with the antics of the harpers.

It was early, too early to get out and to start helping with the reconstruction of the city, so you did sleep in.

That's how you ended up there, Karlach hovering over you, and raking her nails along your skin.

She had been so touch starved that she'd spend days just feeling you close to her.

One morning she spent her whole time pressing sweet kisses all over your face, and caressing your cheeks, just for the sake of feeling you.

The way she giggled every time she'd realize she was truly able to feel you, was able to thaw even the coldest heart, you couldn't help but blush at it.

Her voice in the morning was unexpectedly sweet, low, just a mutter under the sheets as she held you close.

When Karlach's fingers reached your hips, and her nails started drawing incomprehensible patterns, you could feel your breath itch in your throat. Your body shivering wildly even at the smallest movement. A choked laugh escaped your lips as she looked at you surprised, yet not stopping.

"P-please stop" You tried to stop the laughter, concentrate on making your angrier face but to no avail.

"Oh what is it?" She taunted you playfully, her eyes wide and twinkling.

"Mh, is my princess ticklish?" She lowered just enough to peck at your lips without leaving your skin alone.

You wriggled under her touch, trying to escape as your expression would switch quickly between trying to be serious begging her to stop, and your uncontrollable laughter.

Don't laugh, Tav. Don't laugh. You repeat yourself trying to not embarrass yourself.

You could feel your stomach starting to hurt as the fit of laughter was almost impossible to stop, then Karlach suddenly stopped.

Her eyes softened as you laid under her, she barely held you as you regained your breath and turned your head away. From one part you wanted to be mad at her for not stopping, you HATED being tickled, from the other you shied away from the burning gaze.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think she was about to rip you apart.

Instead he eyes burned with something deeper, an affection so deep, that neither of you ever experienced before.

You both wanted to say something, but it was like the words stopped in your throats. What was lingering on your lips, those words you always feared to say, quickly became a scoff as you wanted to stir the conversation away from something you were not entirely ready for.

You kept your head away from Karlach's your arms quickly met on your chest, tightly folded.

You could feel her flopping on your side on the bed, poking your cheek just enough so you'd turn to stare at her.

She was about to ask you what was going on, if she hurt you, but you'd rather talk about the tickling problem than your feelings.

"I hate being tickled." Your brows furrowed, your face a weird mix between annoyance and the laugh that was yet to die completely. Karlach's face shifted at the speed of light. The worried look she had a moment before, made room for a bright smile.

"O c'mon, it's not that bad" She nudged lovingly, wondering whether she wanted to open her arms to you, or snuggle closer and rest her head on the nook of your shoulder.

"Mh, yes it is" You mumbled as you looked at the ceiling, it's true that you hated being tickled, but how could you be mad at such a dashing smile? You thought as you stared at the way the wood planks would be lined.

"And why would that be?" she asked, getting closer and closer by the second, until she was about to lay on you.

You wondered for a moment whether it was a good idea telling her, or if it would have made the thing just more embarrassing for you. You already wanted to hide under a rock, the idea that she heard your uncontrolled laugh, the one where you'd always end up snorting, made it even worse. Maybe taking the spot of a genie in a lamp was not so bad after all. You hated that laugh so much you could feel your stomach fighting already.

"..it's embarrassing" You admitted, your voice barely audible.

"Oh, no. I don't want to hear this excuse" Karlach sat up, shaking her head vigorously.

"It's not an excuse" You kept your arms crossed, but finally turned her way, your expression unreadable for a moment.

"Sure" She rolled her eyes. "And what is embarrassing about it?" She raised an eyebrow as she eyed you from top to bottom, or the closest thing the blankets allowed.

"The snorting" That's it, you wanted so badly to be a spellcaster, just enough so you could disappear and run away, and yet your bloodline was everything but magic inclined.

"Oh shush. Your laugh is adorable" She poked your cheek, as she already was sneaking next to you again.

An mhfp was the only sound you made as you wanted to say you didn't agree, but you already knew how it would go.

She didn't accept the idea that you didn't love something about you, and she would always do her best to prove you wrong. So for that time you skipped telling her, though it didn't matter. It was like she read your thoughts all the time, you could have sworn no one knew you like she did.

"That's it, I'm proving you are wrong" She jumped up again straddling your hips as her hands were already itching to tickle you, even saying it just as you thought she would,.

"Oh no you are not going to dare" You shook your head, trying hard to wiggle away again, failing miserably, again.

"Ah ah, you are not going anywhere" One of her hands reached for your fingers, interlacing it with hers before pulling it up just enough she'd be able to kiss your palm. And the back. And your knuckles. Just enough so you could lower your guard before letting it go and sticking again with her tickling.

This time she didn't give you time to fight the laughter, she giggled as you squealed under her touch.

Her smile was bright, like the light of Lathander. It was something that no matter how upset, sad or desperate you could be, it was always able to stir something in you, deep in your stomach, something that you couldn’t resist.

It was that smile that always coaxed you to do the dumbest things, to sleep in, to fight until the blood of your enemies covered your armors, to try and love yourself.

Cause no matter how much you'd hate you, Karlach was always there to guide you the right way. Showing you how pretty, how kind, and how cutely you laughed, always making sure that the bubbling feeling in your stomach would not die down.

Little did you know what the name of that feeling is.

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dailyunstableeve · 13 days

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I don’t care if it doesn't make sense, I love Karlach and I just want her to be happy.

Karlach x reader

[No proofread]

What are the chances you’re one of the finest cleric, captured by the mindflayer and met the hottest woman you’ve ever seen in your life, like hottest hot.

You are the finest but not enough to get rid of the tadpole that's enjoying their life in your brain. Thanks to the tadpole, you were about to find some allies to travel with you in search for a cure. Shadowheart, Astarion, Lae'zel, Wyll, Gale and Karlach, they are the ones you were able to find around the area where the ship crashed.

While in the search for a cure, friendships were built, you got closer to your party members, after all, if you guys wanted to travel together, you gotta start with trusting one another.

One night, while Gale and Wyll are on cooking duties, you spot Karlach sitting alone by the beach just out the campsite. You couldn’t bring yourself to join her, you wanted to give her a tap on the shoulder to have her attention but you remember that you can't touch her, or else you will burn.

“Hey soldier,” she greeted you as she heard your footsteps getting closer to her. Hearing her calling you soldier summoned butterflies in your stomach.

“Are you alright?” You joined her, looking at her with concerns.

“I'm just enjoying the view.”

“And thinking about what Dammon said,” right, you found Dammon in the Grove on today's trip and was told that the engine in Karlach won't be able to hold for long, especially in Faerun, there's two way to help her, one is back to Avernus or we have to find infernal iron so Dammon could use it to cool down Karlach.

“I know it's a hard choice to make, but whatever it is, I'm here for you,” you hope that your words were able to at least bring some comfort to Karlach.

“Thank you soldier.”

Both of you continue to sit in silence, Karlach looking at the view and you looking at her, even if she's smiling, you can spot a glimpse of sadness on her face. Karlach had spent years in Avernus, now that she's back here, she was told that she wouldn't be able to live long if she stays longer.

She just got home, and was told to leave if she wants to live.

Other than that, she also wished to be able to touch something real without burning or hurting the person.

An idea appeared in your mind and you wanted to try it out.

“An idea?” Karlach tilted her head, looking forward to see what kind of trick you’re going to pull off.

“I didn't have the ability to fix your engine but I can try something else,” you reached up your hand in front of her.

“No, what are you thinking about?” Karlach chuckled, shaking her head, “you know I can't touch you without burning you right?”

“Just trust me.”

Karlach wasn't sure about your idea but she still went with it, her hand slowly reached to yours, the closer her hand closes to yours, you can feel the heat, hotter and hotter. You started to use your healing spell on your hand so the burning won't hurt you as much as it should be.

Karlach’s reaction was priceless when her hand finally touched you. She was so happy that she let go for a second and touched back just to make sure she made her first contact after so many years.

“Is your hand alright?” Karlach collected herself from the excitement and checked on you.

You looked at your hand that Karlach held, the burn mark slowly healed.

“Yeah,” you smiled.

“Can I do it again?” she asked excitedly, you couldn’t help it but to laugh at her reaction, it's so adorable.

“Sure,” you reach out your hand again, and she grabs it immediately before you are able to use your healing spell, “ouch.”

“Oh I'm so sorry,” she panicked, Karlach backed away in fear, a slight hurt on you made her scared.

“It's alright,” you reassure her, “I should’ve explained first.”

You told Karlach that you'll use your healing spell to heal yourself as you felt the burn on your skin, your healing spell allows you to heal as you multitask, almost like an immortal.

“You weren't joking when you said you were a master cleric!”

“I'm not a master cleric, I just trained myself to master the healing spell,” you smiled.

Ever since that night, your relationship with Karlach deepened. Everyone was shocked by how Karlach was able to touch you when she basically burns everything that she touches. After a battle, Karlach would rested her arm around your shoulder and cheer for another success.

“Soldier, thank you for everything you did for me,” Karlach invited you to join her after everyone was asleep.

“Anything for you,” you smiled.

“Can I tell you something, soldier?” you nodded in response, “for the first moment I was able to have contact after ten years, you made me feel real, alive, I thank you for that, I really do and I hope to repay the favour,” she hesitated a little, “I want to kiss you, can I?”

“Is this your way of confessing?” You will say yes but can't help yourself wanting to tease her a little first.

“You know what I mean!” Karlach flushes.

You chuckled, hand resting on her cheek, “yes you can.”

#brb im crying #I JUST WANT KARLACH TO BE HAPPY #karlach x reader #karlach x tav #karlach bg3 #karlach #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #karlach fanfic

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blackjackkent · 10 days

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Broken Little Puppets

Pairing: Astarion & Karlach Characters: Astarion, Karlach Rating: Gen Content Tags: Dialogue-heavy, bonding, moving on, light angst Word Count: 1.8k Setting: Several days after Cazador boss fight, Lower City camp. Read on AO3 other bg3 one-shots | send me fic requests! Summary: Karlach supports Astarion after a nightmare about Cazador’s ritual - and gets a little support herself in return.

“Hey. Psst. Astarion– hey, hey!”

Astarion hears Karlach’s voice as if at a great distance. He is at the bottom of a deep black pool of reverie, trapped, drowning while still breathing. The world is far away, and the memories infinitely close, crawling across his skin.

Images flash through him with agonizing clarity. Some nights they are more indistinct, the accumulated recollections of years upon years of varying torments - but tonight it is almost as immediate as it was in life. The humming power holds him helpless on the edge of Cazador’s ritual circle, stripped of armor and weapons and friends and hope, feeling his master’s ascension starting to boil his blood with agonizing heat…

“No. No– please–” he whimpers, his head thrashing side to side. “Let me go–”

“Hey!”

The grip on his wrist enters the reverie and pulls. Another force trapping him, another surge of blazing heat. He jerks, lashes out blindly with his free hand, and his knuckles connect with a hard, solid jawline, sending a stab of pain through his wrist and up his arm.

“Ow! Fuck!” Karlach yelps.

Her voice finally breaks through the reverie, shattering it apart around him. His eyes snap open and he finds himself half-sitting up in his bedroll, looking at Karlach crouched in the tent flap. She’s holding her cheek with one hand and looks distinctly startled.

“What…?” Astarion mumbles, shaking his head to try and clear the lingering fog in his thoughts. “What happened?”

“Well, you punched me, for one thing,” Karlach says. Her usual grin, never far away, is already sliding back onto her face now that she sees him awake. “Didn’t know you had that kind of right hook, Fangs.”

“You never asked,” Astarion says, with a painfully transparent attempt at his usual cocky disdain. He sits up fully, rubbing absently at his stinging wrist. “What’s the idea, grabbing me like that?”

She shrugs, letting her hand fall. There’s a visible bruise already darkening along her jaw; he really did catch her perfectly square-on. “You were, uh, having a nightmare, I think,” she says cautiously. “Or whatever you call it when you’re an elf, doing your elf thing.”

“Elves don’t have nightmares,” he says curtly. It’s not entirely a lie - reverie is not sleep. It serves the same function, at least theoretically, but an elf in reverie is not unconscious and does not dream. He remembers, locked in meditative trance, everything that has ever happened to him, often in brilliant, visceral clarity. If only that truly meant there were no nightmares…

She shakes her head. “Well, whatever it was, you were - I dunno. You were… sort of whimpering, crying out. Sure didn’t seem like you were enjoying it.”

No. No, he most certainly wasn’t. It’s only been a few days since Cazador’s blood splattered over his knife and his hands and his face; those memories are still crisp and fresh, not yet melded in with the rest. “I’m fine.” He smiles thinly. “But thanks ever so much for your concern.”

“Uh huh.” She hunches forward, crouched on the balls of her feet, and rests her elbows across her knees. “You know that’s not at all convincing, right?”

He clicks his tongue and makes a show of rolling his eyes. “Oh, all right, fine, you’ve dragged it out of me,” he says. “It was a sex dream. Very intense, lots of… you know. Positions. Orgiastic debauchery. People hanging naked upside down from chandeliers. Good cause for whimpering, is what I’m trying to say. So unless you’d like to hear all the nasty details, maybe you could just see yourself out of–”

“Astarion.” She’s still smiling, but there’s no humor in it suddenly, just a sort of rueful sadness. “I’m pretty dumb sometimes, but I’m not stupid.”

His shoulders slump and he looks away from her, rubbing the heels of his hands to his temples. “Right. Of course.”

She settles forward into a more comfortable kneeling position. She’s so tall that her head still brushes the ceiling of the tent, her intact horn giving a gentle clink against the upper pole. “You wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

She doesn’t make any move to leave the tent, and he doesn’t make any move to force her. They both just sit there, listening to the muted bustle of the city outside their alleyway camp.

After a while he speaks, low, almost inaudible. “I couldn’t possibly explain it,” he says, “in a way that would make you understand.”

“Try me.” She rolls her head to one side, then the other, stretching out the muscles in her neck. “Maybe I’d surprise you.”

“You’re young,” he says bitterly. “How could you possibly comprehend torments that operated on a scale of decades?”

She juts out her jaw thoughtfully. “I had one decade in the Hells. Feels like maybe that counts for something.” When he doesn’t respond, she goes on quietly, “I get nightmares too, y’know. Ten years in the Hells is no two hundred years in Caza-fuck’s dirty basement, but you still rack up a lot of bad memories. And Zariel was just as much of a cruel fucking prick…”

It’s pathetically obvious what she’s doing, of course. Talking first to get him to talk after. He’s not fooled. Sort of endearing, though, he supposes; how many people would actually bother to try?

“Woke up just last night absolutely convinced I was beating the shit out of a hezrou,” she goes on. “You ever see one of them? Nasty little brutes. Only I kept killing it and it kept coming back, and coming back, and coming back…” She stops abruptly, pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her chin on them. “Fucked up my pillow something good.”

He grunts noncommittally. Another long silence stretches between them.

“How’d it feel, killing him?” she asks abruptly. And this time her voice is quieter; it’s lost some of the note of friendly assurance.

He stiffens. “Surely you don’t need me to tell you what it’s like to kill someone,” he says sardonically. “I think we could both give a lecture on the subject that would put Gale to shame.”

“That’s not what I mean.” She frowns. “How’d it feel killing him?” The emphasis is clearer this time.

“Mm.” He gives her a keen look sidelong. “Rather the way it felt for you to kill Gortash, I imagine,” he says. “Though I think I managed it with more artistic flair. Really spattered the canvas, if you will.”

“Yeah.” She huffs out a breath, rattling her lips dramatically. “Watching you tear him up - it felt good. Wish I’d gone all-out like that, with Gortash. All I did was sink one good one right in his chest, but you left Cazzy just a piece of fucking meat. Shredded him. That’s the way it should be - for him, for Gortash, for Zariel, for all the fuckers who use people like that. Just a piece of fucking meat for some dog to chew on.”

Her voice has dropped lower, and he can feel the way the temperature in the tent has ticked up a notch or two as her engine starts to rev with agitation. “And even so…” she mutters sourly, “it still doesn’t fucking fix anything, in the end. Their final little laugh at our expense.”

He wants to object, to snarl out, like the wounded animal that he is, that of course it fixed things. He won. He’s alive (in a manner of speaking) and Cazador’s gone. He will never have to follow that bastard’s direction ever again, never again let his body be used, or be compelled to press a hot poker into his own flesh, or sit in solitary confinement while hunger gnaws in his belly like a furious beast. That is all over now, it’s done. It’s gone.

Except it isn’t, not really.

He is still a vampire. He will still never see his own face in a mirror again, or taste food as anything more than ash on his tongue. The scars on his back are still deep and harsh, spelling out an infernal message of ascension that has lost its only purpose. All the memories of two hundred years of abuse still linger in his mind, ready to be recalled in such clarity as if they happened yesterday.

And the hunger will never, ever, ever stop.

Nothing he did to Cazador changed that in the slightest, just the way nothing Karlach did to Gortash changed the inferno burning in her chest.

He shudders, his shoulders hunching up involuntarily as if recoiling from a blow. “No,” he mutters. “It doesn’t fix a damned thing.”

“Yeah.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “Shoulda seen the way I screamed in Hector’s face when I figured that one out. Still, at least they’re dead. And we’re free.”

“Free. Yes.” He laughs sharply. “Two broken little puppets with their strings cut.”

She grins - with no humor but with a sort of savage intensity. “And still managing to put on a pretty good show.”

“Are we?” For a moment the sardonic mask slips and he lifts his head to look at her. “I’m not putting on a good show - I'm lost. All of Cazador’s power was at my fingertips, and instead I’m sitting in a dirty alleyway listening to Minsc snoring from the other end of the camp. This is no good show. It’s a farce.”

She says nothing, just waits, and eventually he adds grudgingly, “But it's my farce.”

“Damn right it is.” Humor flashes back into Karlach’s face suddenly. “Besides, who doesn’t love a good farce? Mistaken identities, slapstick, dick jokes… the height of entertainment, if you ask me.”

Astarion can’t help a slight, crooked grin in return. Karlach’s indomitable energy is always infectious, even in the deepest depths of his brooding. “Darling, let me be the first to condemn you as incurably lowbrow,” he says airily, giving a dismissive wave with one hand.

“Listen, vampy, I don’t have the kind of time you do to worry about appearances.” She uncurls her legs slowly from her chest to a cross-legged position instead. “Funny thing, y'know. You’re gonna go on and on forever, and I’ve got a year left in me, tops. But we’re both fighting the same fight when it comes down to it. Staring down all that freedom, trying to force it into a shape that makes sense. Make something worthwhile out of it before it’s too late.”

Astarion draws his head back and looks at her suddenly as if seeing her clearly for the first time. His fingers fidget absently with the edge of his bedroll. “Well,” he finally says quietly, “I won’t give up the fight if you don’t, hm?”

Her eyes brighten and she laughs. “Got yourself a deal, Fangs.”

#reposting this without the ask context because i realized the ask was filling up the whole preview area on the dash lol #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #bg3 astarion #karlach #karlach cliffgate #bg3 karlach #karlach bg3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #astarion fanfic #karlach fanfic

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charmandabear · 2 months

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Please reblog this a lot, bc I want a big sample size! Pls and tyyyyyyy

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debauchedartist · 2 days

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I am promoting my fanfiction because I like it and you might also like it if you enjoy a healthy lesbian relationship that is only weighed down by their circumstances. Anyway I love Karlach so much but her story hurts me and it would also hurt my Tav. Not being able to really address it up until the point where she is like about to explode is a lot.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 karlach #karlach #lesbian #karlach fanfic #angst with a happy ending #angst #ao3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 tiefling #my tav #karlach x tav #couple cuddling #late night talks

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space-blue · 2 months

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BG3 Fic Feb day 15 : A character is drunk

Karlach, already quite tipsy, comes to ask you a favour. You can tell at a glance this is tiefling business.

I finally wrote the story in which Karlach comes to ask you for help filing Zariel's brand on her horn! It was a pleasure to explore a tiefling POV.

2.3k one shot -- Karlach & You / Karlach & Tav

Mentioned Dammon and Zariel, fluff with light angst, Hurt/Comfort, 2nd person POV, Tav is an abyssal tiefling, ungendered Tav/you

The gif somehow won't link original creator and post. It's @thenightsong <3

#bg3ficfeb #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fic #karlach #karlach cliffgate #bg3 karlach #karlach fanfic #zariel #dammon #abyssal tiefling #bg3 tav #Tav & Karlach #my fic #bg3 fanfiction

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yourfriendowlbear · 4 months

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made myself sad thinking about the companions (mostly karlach and astarion) and the song all I know so far by pink 😂😂😂😭😭😭

… might turn it into something later

#astarion x reader #karlach x reader #astarion fanfic #karlach fanfic #astarion x tav #karlach x tav #astarion romance #astarion #karlach #astarion headcanons #karlach headcanon

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hadesgirl015 · 23 days

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Here’s a short story I wrote of what happens postgame to Karlach and my Tav

(Picture for reference)

#fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 fanfiction #karlach #tav #karlach x tav #karlach fanfic #I love Karlach so much

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vikingnerd793 · 4 months

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I found the fic I love with all the cute Karlach tail descriptions! 😍

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m00nlight-ramblings · 3 months

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hey hey all! just a reminder that my inbox is open for requests! I write for:

Stranger Things (all older teens)

Baldur's Gate 3 (all companions)

Coral Island (all characters except for mermaids [haven't gotten there yet lol])

I do oneshots, headcannons, imagines. Smut, fluff, angst, ect.

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ollypopwrites · 1 month

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“Can you pretend to be my partner for my friend’s wedding? I told them I’d have a plus one.” With Wyll and Karlach?

Thank you! I’m a bit new to writing both Karlach and Wyll so thanks for the opportunity to give it a try!

Wyll x Karlach ❤️‍🔥 (T for language) from this set of prompts.

“Can you pretend to be my partner for my friend’s wedding? I told them I’d have a plus one.”

Karlach laughs, “what me? At some patriar’s kids wedding?”

Wyll, however, isn’t laughing. He’s genuinely asking; his good eye sparkling with his earnestness. He looks every bit a storybook prince: handsome, just enough scruff on his chin to look dignified and lordly.

She suddenly feels like a tall, bulky kid from the Outer City rather than a grown woman who somehow managed to escape servitude in the Hells. She can see it in her mind’s eye: fine porcelain cracking in her hands amongst a sea of judgmental well-to-do nobles, with Wyll shaking his head next to her.

“I dunno, Wyll,” Karlach rubs the back of her neck, “maybe you should ask Gale, or Astarion! Oh, he’d love to rub elbows with some nobles.”

“I’m certain he would,” Wyll cracks a smile, “but I…” It was his turn to be bashful, “I haven’t been to see any of my old friends since…” he gestured vaguely to his horns. “With you there I think I may just have the courage to face them.”

Oh. Hells. Wyll rarely lets his insecurity about his new form break the facade. She knows he thinks about it, knows that Mizora’s fucked up little games weigh on him, but he bears it with so much courage. He never lets it bring him down.

Karlach’s engine feels fit to burst at the realization that he is asking her to be his strength for a night. And not to bash heads or carry some extra equipment, but because he trusts her.

“If they say anything about it I’ll set the curtains on fire,” she says suddenly, “and knick their silverware while I’m at it.”

Wyll finally laughs. “Thank you, Karlach.”

“I can’t do any of those posh dances, though,” she grins.

“We��ll have you dancing in no time. All you need is a good partner and some practice,” Wyll says. He bows, once again, making her think of fairytales and bard songs about noble heroes. His hand outstretched for hers, “shall we?”

She’s completely fucked.

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