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aliterarydumpsterfire · 1 year

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Dearest Avedon,How I long to be near you once again! Our brief encounter last week in the herb cellar was not enough to sate my desire to be close to you. There is so much I feel that could be gained from time well spent with you, please say you will find yourself in need of more newt eyes soon.

With all my devotion,

Lenore of Loch Lochy

He was staring at the letter in his hand with disgust. “Can you believe this tripe?!”, he asked his apprentice. His mute apprentice took the letter from him and scanned it for a moment, and turned the letter over, scribbling quickly on the back. He handed it back to Avedon.

Maybe she’s into you?

Avedon scoffed. “Only you would think such a brazen attempt to use me would be a true flirtation! Thank the gods you don’t have a voice, Merlin, otherwise there would be no saving you from showing what a fool you are!” He sighed and plopped his last eye of a newt into the the bubbling cauldron over the fire. “This is clearly a ploy to learn my powers!”

Merlin rolled his eyes and took the paper back. You’re right. You’re not that charming anyway.

The wizard read the response and could only grunt sourly. He tossed the letter into the fire and settled back into his chair.

“Anyway, I don’t intend to go back to the cellar for my supplies anymore. You will go for me.” Merlin looked at him, all exasperation. “Don’t look at me like that, boy! You know that cellars are far too undignified for distinguished wizards like me to be going to regardless!” He grabbed another sheet of parchment. “And I need you to go right away”. With the penmanship of a chicken he scratched out his shopping list and pushed it towards his apprentice.

“Eye of newt. Filet of Fenny snake, Wool of bat, Witches mummy. Honeycomb. 2 kegs of wine.” Merlin’s eyes flickered over the list at raised an eyebrow at the last item. “What! It’s vital to my work!” Again with the eyeroll. “Just get the damn wine, and stop complaining!” Avedon fished around in his robes for a moment and found a jingling coinpurse to throw at his assistant.

Merlin let out a sigh and got up, starting for the door.

“Oh!” His master cut him off quickly. “And deliver this to that vixen!” Once again he was scratching onto a piece of parchment.

Lenore,

It is true that my skills and potions brings many far and wide to the courtyards of this great kingdom.

Indeed, inferior artisans declare to me, “Your potions are better than ours!”

Verily, I could teach one and all, but I would have to excise a steep reimbursement for that none can afford.

In Superiority,

Avedon of Great Glen.

Merlin snorted as he read over the wizard’s shoulder and Avedon sealed the letter with wax. “Deliver this to her if you see her. If you don’t see it, leave it with Barney at the cellar.” The mute nodded, still seeming to mock his mentor with his eyes, and tucked the letter into his smock.

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Lenore of Loch Lochy was not a busy woman. In fact, Lenore of Loch Lochy spent most of her days at the cellar like it was tavern, drinking wine and schmoozing the patrons for whisperings of new potion recipes and transmutation spells. In exchange, she was sure to share her own three day old rumors and maybe a good eyeful of her best assets. It was not a bad trade, to be sure, for Lenore had some very enviable treasures aboard her person. The regular of the cellar was more of a socialite than a lush however, for many wizards had tried and failed to get past the smallclothes of the endowed lady, and many had decided that she wasn’t promiscuous, she was just… friendly.

The friendly lady of the loch was slouched in a great armchair in the cellar when Merlin ducked his head into the entrance. She was a sight for sore eyes, truly, and Merlin was happier to look upon such a lovely, friendly soul rather than his own sour master.

Lenore recognized Merlin immediately. “Merlin, what a surprise!” Her gaze darted behind him in hopes that perhaps Avedon accompanied him. “Running errands for the great wizard!” Her voice betrayed her disappointment when he was not shortly followed by the object of her affections. The assistant approached Lenore and slid the letter onto the table next to her. She grabbed it before his fingers had even left the parchment, and eagerly ripped off the seal to read it.

Merlin expected at any moment to hear the moanings of a scorned woman, but instead soon little giggles filled the cellar. “Oh, my dear Avedon!” She covered her mouth, bursting into hearty, heaving laughter. “What a treasure this man is!” Merlin ceased his appreciation of bosoms momentarily and raised his eyebrow at Lenore. “Truly a man of great mind and wit!” She exclaimed.

“Merlin, you brought me such great news today, do be a darling and deliver this back to the Wizard!” She winked at him and reached into a satchel to give him some silver pieces and a piece of parchment for herself. With a great flourish, a quill appeared and wrote in a delicate script.

Sweet Avedon,

Your special talents are worth all the gold in the kingdom and not a farthing less. Please accept this gift delivered to you by your faithful lackey. Though I would have preferred to see you today, I understand that a man’s time is not his own for a busy and learned man such as yourself.

Devotedly yours,

Lenore of Loch Lochy.

She fanned the letter to dry and once again reached into her satchel to produce a packet the size of her palm, tied with an ivy vine. She pressed it into Merlin’s hands with a coquettish grin. “I trust these will end up in the right hands,” her voice was a low murmur, leaned towards him.

Merlin took the package with a slight nod and backed away with a final stolen glance to Lenore’s barely contained bosoms. With a sigh, he retreated to the cellar counter to complete the business his master had sent him to do.

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Avedon pursed his lips as he read over the last word of Lenore’s message. He toyed with the still wrapped package in his hand. It was soft, and didn’t seem to hold anything of great weight or shape. Maybe it was yet another sycophantic letter? An embroidered hankie? Not that he was interested at all. Clearly it wasn’t anything of value. The wizard tossed it to his assistant and turned away.

“More from the flatterer. Take this. I’m sure whatever it is, it’s of no use to me.” Merlin caught it midair and tugged at the vines. The packet opened almost of its own accord, probably enchanted anyways. What sat in the middle of the fawn skin bundle was a neatly folded corner of red silk. The assistant put the skin down and held up the silk to the light to inspect it further.

Merlin choked. His coughing and sputtering filled the chamber, and Avedon whirled to him to see the boy bright red, consumed in soundless laughter, still holding up the silk.

It was the wizard’s turn to sputter. “The gall of that woman!” He yanked the dangling panties out of the air.

His assistant took the letter from the table and wrote, Yes, these definitely won’t be of use to you. Avedon tried to snatch the letter from him, his face flushing scarlet, but Merlin was too quick and all too happy to tease him again. Such a learned man. So busy. Much too busy for these. I’ll just take them off your hands.

“You will do no such thing!”, the wizard roared. “In fact, I think you should leave. Such insolence will not be tolerated in my presence!” Merlin raised an eyebrow at him. “Immediately!” The boy narrowly missed being by projectile candlesticks and ducked out of the chamber quickly.

The wizard considered the silk panties alone in his chamber. It had been decades since he’d seen such an article, let alone be gifted any willingly. These were extraordinary. There were roses embroidered down the edges, and little petals forming a V down the front in an elaborate flourish. These had certainly taken some time to perfect. As suspicious as Avedon was to the comings-on of ambitious enchantresses and young warlocks alike, receiving the smallclothes of devoted would-be students was a new development. Bold, but he would rebuff her all the same. He didn’t become Avedon the Great by sharing his bed and greatness with others… far too easily to be duped into sharing his best secrets. He had to send a message back… But not the panties. He was keeping those. They smelled vaguely of pork and roses.

Crumpling the silk in his hands, he stuffed it into his robes and began his response.

Lenore of Loch Lochy,

Please do not bother my lackey with items of frivolity while he runs errands of utmost importance for me.

Avedon the Great

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Determined women are resourceful women. That is why Lenore had piles of embroidered silk underthings, all awaiting a sprinkling of potion and bacon fat to be sent off in little fawnskin packets. That is why when she was interrupted at her chamber doors with loud knocking, she quickly threw a cloak over the pile on her bed before answering the door.

A servant she didn’t recognize stood in her doorway with a letter. It was Avedon’s pecked to death penmanship on the front. Her eyes lit up and she snatched it out of the messenger boy’s hand, tearing it open.

After a moment, she thanked the messenger and shut her door again with a heavy sigh. She just didn’t get it… she’d sent her favorite panties to him! Why were his letters always so curt? Never mind that, she thought, he just wants to keep my packages discreet and private. What a gentleman!

Perhaps a different approach. What do wizards love more than spells, potions, and ridiculous costumes? Dinner. And their mothers.

Lenore sat down to another piece of parchment and started an entirely different letter.

Dear Lady Moraine,

I am so pleased to invite you to The Singing Trout for a small dinner with myself and your wondrous son, the great Avedon. He has told me so much about you and I really must insist on having the pleasure of meeting you myself. After all, I hope to be much more acquainted with you in the near future.

Sincerely,

Lenore of Loch Lochy.

#wizardlove #flashfiction #flashfic #flash fiction #fantasy flash #wizard romance #aliteraldumpsterfire

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blorbopolis · 2 months

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desensitize your wizard bomb early and often

#bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #gale bg3 #gale dekarios #i wouldve played bg3 way hornier if gale wasn't so chaste. AH WELL #early game gale is like “wait 'wizard' is slang for incel?? wtf that's not fair” and then proceeds to have the most chaste romance #yeah bud. wizard means incel #what if gale fucked way more than any of his wizard colleagues but that still means he didnt get laid til like 25 #and he's convinced he's a total chad in normal society #anyway happy valentines lol #sune

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gangstagandalf · 1 month

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*heavy breathing*

The nerd. I need him. I want him 👁️🫦👁️

Enjoy galemancers 💜

#bg3 fanart #scrumdiddlyumptious #bg3 has me in a chokehold #baulders gate 3 #tav #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #baldurs gate gale #gale romance #you’re a wizard

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duckweave · 2 months

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Someone in one of my Gale groups shared this Minsc dialogue that I had no idea existed. Not sure where it comes from or if it’s even in the game anymore.

In case you’re wondering if the BG3 writers believe that Mystra is a pr3dat0r, here’s your evidence.

#fuck mystra #she will catch these hands #idc if she’s a goddess #gale dekarios #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #baldur's gate 3 #gale romance #baldurs gate gale #bg3 screenshots #minsc #bg3 minsc #minsc of rashemen #Mystra #wizard of waterdeep

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jb-nonsense · 6 months

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Gale realizing what you meant when you asked if he liked his belly rubbed

#Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 #gale dekarios #Gale of Waterdeep #it's ok Gale you got it quicker than me. The person who selected it #I thought I was just being funny #good thing you guys are romancing and...flirting terribly apparently #dork wizard and inexperienced cleric ftw

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witchysfics · 6 months

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Paint me

author's note : This is unedited.

Gale asks Tav to paint runes on him for a magical experiment. Fluff, and little bit risqué, if you squint.

The ink was slippery and cold as you plunged your fingers into its seemingly unending darkness. The substance quickly slid down your fingers has you hurriedly rushed over to your "canvas".

Gale sat in front of you, his back towards you. Top half bare so you may be able to paint the magic runes onto his skin. The muscles in his back stiffened ever so slightly as you made contact, beginning the first rune.

Gale had come to you for a favor, a rather.... intimate one, he described it. Your task was to paint magic runes onto his body so that he may better attune to the magic he wished to learn of. It seemed simple enough, you watched him these past days struggle with concentrating on spells in this particular study. He could use a little help it seemed.

Being a magic wielder yourself you were able to understand the concept, of course all of this was just theory, but who where you to turn away an opportunity to uncover more about the use of magic?

Maybe this magical body paint would work and you could use it more in the future. It could come in handy when you need to attune to spells without any notice to the individuals around you. Even small spells could be written onto skin and used as quick reactions against a foe.

Gale was quick to complain about the temperature of the ink as you dragged your finger along his shoulder blade. He shivered, peering over his shoulder at you, "Must it be so cold? Couldn't you have picked a different medium?" He whined, "One less.... frigid?"

You picked your eyes up from your work to look into his. He looked teasing, eyes squinted from the small smile he directed toward you, You huffed drawing your attention back to the work before you, "Squid's ink is a good conductor for magical properties. My theory is that it will help you feel the momentum of the magic through each rune as you cast." Gazing at your finger tips, "You're not the only one suffering, my fingers will be stained for days now."

"Stained?!" Gale cried. "You've ruined my beautiful body with inky stains?" He half joked, his face turning into mock anger.

"You're being dramatic, you asked for my help." You retaliated, "You said you trusted my judgment as one who "worked within the Weave.""

"Seems I was wrong to put my trust in you then." Gale's words were harsh, but the playful tone in his voice told otherwise. You gently turned his face away so he was looking forward again and he chuckles.

"If you keep distracting me this cold ink will only stay on for longer."

"Your fingertips will keep me warm enough any how."

"Gale."

"Right sorry, distractions."

Your face warmed at his comment. Gale was not shy at all when it came to comments like that, but you could never tell if his words were just his Gale nature or if they were laced with more. Your poor heart couldn't take it. This task might as well be torture. How could he ask this of you when you harbored such great feelings for him?

Your fingers traced down the expanse of his back once more, painting the final rows of inky runes.

You clapped, signaling you finished your work. Gale turned, looking into the mirror off to the side of him to get a better look at the runes on his back.

"Marvelous!" He exclaimed.

You let out a breath as you began packing away the ink, having mixed feelings about ending this intimate painting.

Just as you were to begin the journey back to your tent Gale called out to you.

"Where are you going? We aren't finished."

You turned looking back at him with a confused expression.

"There's more my dear." He said flipping the page of his book, showing you the other half of the runes.

You cocked a brow at him, "And where is the rest meant to go? There is no more room on your back."

He cleared his throat, looking nervous? His voice was soft when he spoke, "On the front half."

"Oh" was all you breathed out in realization.

You slowly made your way back to your original spot while he watched you patiently. He sat on his knees, this time facing you. You were able to see how much broader Gale was then you when his back faced you, but now? He towered over you now too, if you were to lower your head he would be unable to see your face. You were thankful for this as you opened the bottle of squid's ink and balanced it on your lap.

Looking back up at him you flashed you a nervous smile yet cheesy smile.

He's adorable.

Glancing down to his chest you were able to see the imprint of his unfortunate past with magic. You'd never seen it so clearly before. The twisting lines that curled up his neck was all that you had been able to see till now. Seeing the tattoo that once caused him great pain, now calmed, felt so meaningful it pulled at your heart. How long had a gazed at this mark and felt nothing but remorse and heartbrokenness? Does he still feel that way now even with his new "control" over it?

You bit your lip, lost in thought. Gale noticed your lingering eyes. Gently taking your hand in his he placed it on mark softly. Your eyes meet briefly as he gave you anxious but encouraging smile. Your featherlight fingers traced it, ink free and memorizing its pattern. He let out a soft noise, shuttering under your touch. Was it from the softness of your touches or from the vulnerability of the moment neither he nor yourself were sure.

He sighed dreamily, watching you. "You don't have to worry about it impeding on the runes. You should be able to paint over it just fine." He chuckled, "its a mer regrettable tattoo now." He joked but you knew he would never be able to see it that way.

Your brow furrowed, "I'm sorry."

"Don't frown love, this is the mark of the weapon that ends the dreaded absolute!"

"It won't come to that." you say firmly. "I won't let it come to that."

He doesn't say anything in response, but when you look up and see him quickly wipe one of his eyes you decide you don't need an answer.

The space between you grows comfortbly quite as you begin your painting once again.

You feel his eyes as you paint across his chest and you can't help but to feel like a squirming mess under his gaze.

"You know you can stop watching me like a teacher watches their apprentice. I'm able to handle a few simple ruins." You say in a matter-a-fact tone.

He hums. "I know. You have proven to me that you are very capable."

"Then you don't need to stare so intensely."

"That is not the reason I stare anyway."

"Why do you stare then?"

He pauses when you stop to look up at him. "Is it so wrong to watch beauty as they work?" His eyes gleam of something awaiting your response.

You have no response for him, unfortunately. Well, not a verbal one at least, as your jaw hangs slack and finger stops mid swipe. You blink rapidly and clear your throat trying to recompose yourself. Eyes averted from his you attempt to recover the rune you just scribbled out, you squeak, "You- your.... What did I say about being a distraction Gale?"

He threw his head back with laugher and you could only assume you gave him the response he was looking for.

You finish the last rune while he continues to laugh. You gaze up at him again while his head remains back, laughing, his throat on full display.

The air around him becomes filled with a different type of tension as you take this opportunity to begin the runes that were meant to be painted on his neck.

His boisterous laughing comes to a small choke when you place your inky index and middle finger on his throat and pull them down. He gulps visually and lets out a strained moan. Your fingers continue down his throat and end at the expanse of his sternum.

He looks down at you still with his head back, his mouth ajar as your voice fills his ears.

"Oh, don't become distracted Gale. I'm nearly finished." You say, your voice like velvet. While he stammers for a response you dip both of your hands in the ink, preparing for the final part of the spell

He attempts to say something else, but whatever it was is cut off by a dreamy sigh as you place both your inky hands on his face and drag your fingers down the sides of his neck while your thumbs drag down the front of his throat. You connect the inky lines to the runes toward the middle of his chest.

You prop yourself onto your knees so you tower above him. He watches you eyes unblinking and unable to look away as you place your index finger on his lips. Drawing a line down his chin and connecting it to the stripes on his throat. The final inky blob of the rune.

His eyes, half lidded with want? Desire? His face dark red from, nervousness? Arousal?

You don't get a good enough moment to look before you pick up you squid's ink and remove yourself from your flustered "canvas".

"Let me know how the spell goes Gale!" You say to him as you turn to leave. "Oh and please let me know if ever need my connection with the Weave again for your... experiments."

footnote : This is my first bg3 fic! and this is a new blog. Requests are open and I will have rules soon but for now just request without reading them since I don't have them up yet. Pretty please request cause my head is empty lol. Thanks! - Witchy

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pencil-urchin · 2 months

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I like to imagine during the Weave scene that my Sorcerer Tav didn't know Gale would see what she thought about and was flustered as all hell when he saw her think about kissing him.

Please accept my sloppy doodle.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale bg #bg3 gale #gale x tav #bg3 #weave scene #gale romance #sorcerer v wizard

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banal-nadas · 3 months

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Gale

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thechaoticdruid · 3 months

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Astarion x Chubby reader/Tav Headcanons because I'm tired of reading about Tav's perfect petite or hourglass body.

Some of the Headcanons get quite sexual so MDNI 18+ People ONLY. There's also some slight gore and mentions of Astarion's trauma.

Chubby Tav is going to be mentioned to be a Wizard with a noble background because that makes the most sense for a chubby adventurer in my mind!

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Astarion wasn't really attracted to your body at first.

Not that he found you ugly or anything it's just your physical appearance really wasn't that relevant to his plan.

What mattered to him was how well you carried yourself in a fight and how easy you'd be to string along.

You were a skilled Wizard with a tendency to be mercilessly cruel when you came across the most vile of villains.

Some asshole was murdering children? You cast a spell that caused him to slowly inflate until he exploded into bloody bits.

Some crazy bitch was torturing and using innocents for blood sacrifices? You took control of her own body and made her stab herself over and over.

And Astarion just ate that up.

Not that he cared for the sad pathetic welps in peril mind you.

But the bloodlust in your eyes as you dealt with those you considered unredeemable villains honestly made him feel a bit hot and bothered.

And the sheer magical prowess you displayed was rather impressive.

Plus you didn't bore him half to death with magical lectures like Gale did so that was nice.

As he began pursuing you, your insecurities became rather evident.

You would often dismiss his flirting or straight up ignore it.

Being told you were sexually unappealing all your life had really gotten to you. To the point where you just couldn't wrap your head around someone as beautiful as Astarion coming onto you.

But determined as ever to have you as his protection Astarion persisted.

Perhaps you'd never had a lover or perhaps you'd had far too many whom left you for someone they found more appealing.

Either way you were convinced Astarion's advances meant nothing.

That either he wanted something from you or he was simply mocking you like so many others had done in the past.

So when he finally is blunt enough to say he wants sex with you it's a big shock.

Your first response is to push back.

You tell him to quit messing with you because it was not funny!

He swears to you that his desire to sleep with you is genuine and begins to go so far as to list everything he finds alluring about you.

The taste of your blood.

The way your eyes sparkle when filled with bloodlust.

How gods damned sexy you looked covered in the blood of your foes.

When it was clear that he hadn't made any comments about your figure, you actually began to think perhaps he wasn't making fun of you.

It took some time to think about it, but eventually you decided to accept his offer the night of the tiefling party.

At first you're very hesitant to remove your clothes in fear of him immediately backing out once he was able to fully take in your plump form.

At that point Astarion strips down first and seductively coaxes you out of your clothes.

If you're AFAB he immediately becomes enamoured with your plump breasts, his first instinct is to start sucking on them like his life depends on it as his hands grope and caress the deliciously thick cushy curves of your hips and ass.

If you're AMAB he's a bit more grabby with your ass than anything else. He also makes flirty remarks on how big you are while teasingly grabbing your cock.

Either way on your first night together you let him take the lead, evil voices in your head telling you that if you were on top you'd crush him like some disgusting monstrous beast.

He doesn't press you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable and focuses mostly on your wants and pleasure.

Leaves a trail of kisses and licks all over your body, worshipping every inch of it.

If you express your insecurities with him, claiming you didn't think he'd want you because you were fat he brushes it off.

"Nonsense darling, there's just more of you to nibble on.~"

And he is sure to nibble on every inch of you.

Especially those thick thighs.

He loves drinking from you there before eating you out or sucking you off.

As he begins to develop actual feelings for you he feels the need to comfort you more about your insecurities.

Of course Astarion doesn't quite understand how to do comfort. Not having any of it himself for the past 200 years.

He tries to fix it with sex. Thinking perhaps if you felt desired these pesky insecurities would just go away.

He'd grab your ass and whisper lustful remarks about your body when no one was watching.

Sometimes it helped and sometimes it didn't.

Eventually however things became much more complicated once Astarion came to the realization he was falling for you.

He found himself unable to 'perform' any longer. The guilt of manipulating you began to eat away at him.

Not to mention it was becoming harder and harder to come up with an excuse for why he didn't always seem fully present during intimacy with you. You were becoming more and more concerned. Which just made the guilt he felt grow.

You were too good for him!

He just knew you'd be crushed! Finally finding one person who actually desired you, only to discover it was all a lie!

You'd hate him for sure he just knew it!

But he couldn't do it any longer. You were kind to him. You actually cared about him.

And Gods damnit he knew what was like when people only care about your looks more than most.

You deserved better.

So he came clean and poured out his heart to you. Fully prepared for your anger and resentment.

But when it happened you just looked tired.

You confessed that deep down you knew it was all a manipulation.

Gods, the idea that someone as attractive as him would want you for your body was just ridiculous to you.

You really just wanted to pretend for a while.

To feel wanted and desired.

So in a way you used him too.

But then you too began to fall for him as well and began to dread when you'd eventually have to stop playing pretend.

After confession however you'd both agreed to start over, take things at a much slower pace.

And for the most part things were great!

Your late night trysts turned into cuddle sessions.

Astarion particularly loved using you as a pillow and snuggling into the warm, soft, cushion of your body.

If you ever felt the demons of insecurity eating away at you Astarion would immediately insist he didn't care what you looked like. He liked you for you.

Because you're you.

He had a little trouble wording it but it was sweet nonetheless.

When you finally reached Baldur's Gate there were a few hiccups in the road.

You were back amongst society and the eyes of the nobility who were a constant thorn in your side growing up.

Your father, the head of your family was intent on marrying you off to strengthen an alliance between another noble family and your own.

But despite his efforts most of the other patriar families were far too stuck up to accept his offer.

Deaming you as too unappealing to marry.

You didn't have any interest in an arranged marriage anyway, much too invested in your magical studies, but the rude comments from some of the other nobles still stung.

"My child is not being married off to a deep rothé!" One of them had actually said.

Now that you were back home the demons of your past began to plague your mind once again.

Astarion was there for you now however and tried to keep your mind off of things by reminding you that you both had a quest or two to finish!

If anyone were to make a rude comment out on the streets or sneer at you behind your back about how Astarion was way out of your league he would be quick to comfort you.

He'd pull you to the side and plant a wet kiss on your mouth right in front of any possible offenders.

And if any of them were to mysteriously disappear amongst the shadows of the night...

All the better.