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Late Night Thoughts wt. Lenore

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"Close your eyes, my love," your lover murmured, his thumb rubbing light circles over your throbbing forehead. You acquiesced and allowed your eyes to fall closed, nuzzling closer to him by touch instead. You heard the faintest of chuckles dance into your ears, and you smiled, pleased to have amused him, even in your state.

"Here." Your lover pulled the sheets up and crawled beneath them, inching closer to you and bringing you closer to him in return.

When your body met his, you hummed in appreciation and rested your sore head gently in the crook of his arm.

"You'll feel better soon, my sweet. Just sleep now. I'll keep you safe."

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— natalie wee, never been kissed (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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Not me trying to find Orin and nearly walking face first into the Netherbrain. 💀

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As someone who has only just begun to appreciate Gale... "With you, I forget my Goddess. I love you." And then "You put the stars to shame."???

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botanical books 🌷🌸

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Late Night Thoughts wt. Lenore

(Fun Fact: When people sing together, their heartbeats actually do sync up with one another, largely in part due to the similar breathing patterns and simultaneous lowering of stress)

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The vibration tickled your ear as he hummed a melody from far away. The tune was unfamiliar to you, but Gale’s voice was beautiful, so it hardly mattered; full-bodied and rich, the resonance thrummed through you as he traversed the different spaces in his baritone range. As a vocalist yourself, you couldn't help but appreciate the lack of tension in the sound. It was unrestrained and beautiful, just like he was, and you melted into the warmth of his chest as his song continued. You found yourself drifting into daydreams as the sound lulled you into a fuzzy haze of affection.

You had learned a piece from Faerun via Gale’s ever-impressive memory, and you sat curled in his lap as the two of you sang it together, your voices mingling to mimic your bodies, trailing up one spine and down another, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. Your souls aligned alongside the harmony of the chords you sang together, and your hearts synced in rhythm. With him, you were one. You could not be separated. In that moment, you knew not loneliness and felt as though you never would again.

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and you know what, yeah, i could have left my grunge gale derangement alone and left the internet like i said i should but unfortunately I remembered i had this fuck-ass screenshot and I wanted put him sweating under neon pink stage lights what the fuck now huh

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The Sun-Walker's Illusion

Pairing: Astarion x Reader

Author's Note: Here you are, @yennefer-of-vengerbergs!!! I maaaay have gotten a bit carried away with this idea and it morphed into a whole fic. 😅 I hope you enjoy it, my dear! <3

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In the time following your victory over the Elder Brain, you and Astarion had taken to the road, on the search for something that would allow him to greet the sun every day, his only remaining grievance from choosing to stay a spawn. Months had passed and leads were scarce; whispers of a ring that could do the job flitted from reality to fiction depending on who you asked, and not even those who believed it to be real knew where to begin searching for it. His hope was waning. You could see it in the deepening lines on his face and the circles darkening around his eyes. You did your best to comfort him, holding him close each night, reminding him of how much he was loved, and seeking to spend time doing activities with him that had nothing to do with their search.

And yet, despite his persistent attempts to convince you otherwise, his disposition had taken on a somber undercurrent. You knew something had to be done, but what? You couldn't magically conjure this ring that may or may not be fictitious in nature with the snap of your fingers. If you could, well, you would have never ended up in this position to start. You kept a journal, logging all of your adventures with your lover. He didn't know it yet, but it would be his gift at the end of your - hopefully - very long life with him. You were not immortal, and with Astarion remaining a spawn, there was no foolproof way to make you one. He teased you about the journal right now, but you knew he would eventually cherish it. You had begun a list of options on the very back page of things you could do to cheer your darling up.

𝑅𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓎

𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

𝐵𝓊𝓎 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝒾𝓁𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓅 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈

You had begun doing these things on a far more regular basis in the hopes that he would eventually open up and talk to you about his struggle, and while he seemed to enjoy each action of love - as well as your patience in not prying - , he remained stoic in his efforts to conceal it from you. You had talked about it - of course you had. But he wasn't ready to admit it yet, and you couldn't bear the thought of forcing him. So you waited, trying your best to love him through it. You stared at the blank space next to the last bullet point, willing a solution to appear; something to ease the stagnation and ache your lover was feeling.

You glanced out the window of your shared room at the Hondakar's House in Elturel - a luxury you could afford, being the heroes of Baldur's Gate - and watched the fireflies dance in the evening sky. The warming weather had come as a blessing in the last couple of weeks, bringing a breath of new life into the city. Astarion had once told you how he hated flowers, but you hadn't missed the way his eyes flicked over the ones blooming in the parks and gardens, even in the pale glow of the moonlight. Suddenly, like the gust blowing in from the harbor, you knew what you needed to do.

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"Don't you touch that cloth, Astarion," you chastised, reaching up to return the blindfold over his bright red eyes.

"Oh, darling, won't you just tell me?" he whined, ever the impatient one.

"Absolutely not. It is a surprise for a reason. You'll find out when we're there."

"Ugh. Very well then, lead the way."

"You'd fall on your face if I didn't."

"...Arse."

Despite his restless protestations, the clearing was not far away from the inn, and you arrived by a mere short stroll. You took a deep breath, glancing around at the preparations you had made, your eyes raking over each detail to be sure everything was still perfect. "Alright," you said at last. "I'm going to take off the blindfold now. Are you ready?"

"Darling, I was ready 10 minutes ago."

"We hadn't even left the inn 10 minutes ago."

"Precisely."

"Alright, alright," you laughed, his snark never failing to put a smile on your face, and his fangy smile in return proved that that had been his intention all along. When the blindfold came off and his beautiful ruby eyes batted open, they widened in surprise almost immediately.

"My love," he murmured breathlessly, his gaze never straying from the air above the clearing. A glass orb hung from a tree branch overhead. Light cascaded out of it in yellow and orange rays, brilliant in their intensity, bringing the trees around them to life; inside, a gemstone imbued with a spell of Daylight - completely harmless to vampires and spawn alike. A small table with a set of chairs sat in the corner, hosting a bottle of vintage wine and two glasses "borrowed" from the Hondakar's kitchen on either side.

Astarion watched, wide-eyed and silent as you produced an empty bottle from your bag. "I figured I could add some of my blood to your wine to make it taste better, but I know you prefer it fresh, so..." You trailed off sheepishly, Astarion's silence stirring confusion in you about whether or not you had done the right thing. But when his finger pressed gently into the underside of your chin, bringing your face up to greet him, his lips met yours. The kiss was soft, tender, unhurried. It felt like hope. When there was space between you again, he gazed at you, unguarded, with light reflected in his eyes.

"What is all this, little love?" he asked quietly, almost as though he was afraid of the answer.

"You've been so down," you whispered, averting your eyes. "I've been worried about you."

When he huffed a short laugh, your eyes flicked back up to his face, so perfectly showcased in the light. He was no longer looking at you, but off somewhere in the distance to his left. "I-" he paused; another huff. "It sounds so incredibly foolish now that I plan to say it aloud, but... I have been... well, I've felt as though I've disappointed you."

"What?!" You were horrified. How could you have given him an impression like that?

"Now before you derail in that little head of yours, just shush for a moment," he said, a finger coming up to boop you on the nose. "I... essentially upended your life. You had a life in the sun to live, family to return to. But I'm bound by this endless darkness." His voice took on an edge that you hadn't heard in awhile. It seems hardly fair to ask you to be my only sun." The ache in his voice hurt your heart, and you were pulling him close before your mind could even catch up. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you held him to you, as though you could love all of his broken pieces back together.

"I have never once doubted my decision to come with you," you said resolutely. "The sun means nothing to me if you are not beside me when I am under it."

He pulled back, but only far enough to capture your lips with his own once more, pressing closer to you beneath the makeshift sun you had created. "My dear," he murmured quietly against your mouth. "I do love you, ever so much."

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fin

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Halsin was like earth to her: grounding, comforting, nourishing. He was the certainty of the setting sun, the warmth of a summer's day, and the safety of a loved one's hug. And he was all hers.

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always torn between "this is fanfiction, it doesn't need to be 100% realistic" and "if i get even a single fact about this obscure thing wrong, i am going to be violently killed with hammers"

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Wizard of Waterdeep

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Character edits of Astarion and Imara, commissioned by my dear friend @saucy-scribbler, aka @midnight-musings-of-nyx - thank you for trusting me with these two ❤️

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Late Night Thoughts wt. Lenore

(Thank you, @senualothbrok , for this wonderful brainstorm, as well as the litany of others you gave to me 🤭)

♡

It must have been evident I'm your features; the tick of your brow, the clench in your jaw, the way your breath held for far too long before you reminded your lungs to release it. Sitting in far too many wooden chairs had begun to take its toll, and your body was now rigid and bent into the only semi-comfortable position you could find.

You smiled at the cashier when you both walked in, not wanting to give anything away. You smiled at the waitress when she seated you and handed you and Gale each a menu. You smiled at Gale when you caught him staring. But he didn't smile in return. A crease had worried into his brow, and he studied you from across the laughably small table in the cafe. You stared back at him, wondering whether you had something on your face or had perhaps said something wrong earlier. You opened your mouth to ask, but Gale found his voice first.

"You're in pain."

"I-" It startled you, how easily he saw through you. No one else did. No one else ever had — or perhaps, no one else had ever deigned to really look. You decided not to mull over the likelihood of the latter in favor of giving Gale a hesitant response. "I am. It's not bad, but sitting on hard surfaces all day long will do that to me!" You chuckled a bit. Gale didn't smile. In fact, his mouth turned even further downward at the corners. "I'll take some pain medicine after lunch, and I'll be ready to go."

Gale didn't look convinced, but he nodded and said no more. After a while, he opened back up and continued animatedly chatting with you, telling you stories about the more particular details of his adventures in Faerun - those that were left out of the popular retellings - and helped you forget about the growing ache where you sat.

But he up-ended you when the waitress asked if the meal was for there or to go. Gale spoke before you could even register the question. "To go, please."

"Gale, I thought we were eating here?"

He reached across the table, his hand resting in front of yours, fingers lightly brushing the skin of your hand. "I won't have you sitting here in pain. You'll be much more comfortable at home."

"I know, but I'm alright! I wanted to show you the city." Your heart skipped a beat when his hand came to fully lay over yours.

"You can show me the city when you're truly feeling up to it. I wouldn't enjoy it if you were suffering anyhow."

It was as though he knew you were about to protest again, so he took your hand into both of his own, the warmth of his touch shocking you into silence. "I won't take no for an answer, alright?"

His voice was soft; affectionate, yet held no room for argument, and you nodded, your cheeks heating at the depth of his care. "Besides," he continued, almost sheepishly; his eyes darting down to his napkin as a smile tugged on his lips. "I'll enjoy this meal the same, no matter the locale, if I am having it with you."

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