#AND obviously. they can both fall in love with tav

[reverieblondie]

Rolan x Tav prompt: Rolan (and maybe his siblings, too) meets Tav's family, who thought Tav was dead after being abducted by the mind flayers, only for Tav's family to react... poorly to one of their own being with 'one of those devil spawns'. What if after a moment of shock, his lover absolutely tears into their family—I'm talking 'How dare you!', maybe Tav even smacks one of their family members in the face first, ending with something like 'If I'd known I was related to such disgusting people, then I'd have saved us all some trouble and let you continue to think I was dead!'—before storming away, their hand in Rolan's, as they murmur apology after apology to him about what just happened and ask if he is okay?

So I have been sitting on this one forever! I keep starting it but just can not get the story right so I will do a quick drabble for the ending. I love this this prompt! and I can totally see this happening to a Tav who has been estranged to their family. Maybe one of the reasons they were in a position to get abducted was because they were leaving their family home for something better.

I think the only reason Tav would go to this thing was because of Rolan suggesting it might be good to see her family again, get closer about everything. Rolan offers to go with her for moral support (like a good partner would) Of course her family are asses from the start talking about how famous Tav is now and how much money they must be making... but Tav and Rolan are just trying to ignore these rude questions and their not so sublet subjections for help... Tav is obviously not wanting to help them after everything and her family has some things to say about that...

"You disappear for a year and your some fancy hero and you can't even help your family? What have you even been doing all this time? shacking up with some...hellspawn?"

Now insult Tav all you want but go after Rolan? Hells no.

"And what of it? Rolan is my partner."

That's when Tavs aunt speaks up, "Your a fool girl, those soulless imps will take you for what your worth then throw you out."

Tav is about to slap her aunt but before she can her hand is caught by Rolan. Tav looks at Rolans solemn face and that's when the tears well up.

Tav holds the tears in as much as he can as he looks at those people who dare to call themselves her family. "You are the soulless ones... Rolan and his family have been more of a family to me than any of you ever were... Consider me dead, because you all are dead to me."

With that Tav storms out with Rolans hands tightly in hers, they walk in a fast pace heading towards their home and Tav is fighting the tears trying to fall from her eyes and Rolan keeps trying to call for her to slow down. Finally Tav stops and spins around hugging Rolan so tightly it threatens to knock the air out of his lungs.

"I am, I am so sorry... I didn't know they... I'm so sorry for what they said. Please know that I didn't think they would say that. They are terr-"

Rolan finally places his hand to Tavs Rambling lips before wiping her tears. "I'm the one whose sorry... I told you to go visit them.. and what they said... I've been ridiculed my whole life, but for them to ridicule you is something I can never forgive."

Tav and Rolan share in a tearful embrace, both of them trying so hard to reinsure if the other is okay.

I later imagine when they get engage its a huge story in the Baldurs Gate paper. Its not out of spite... but if they happen to see it and feel like idiots than thats okay too.

[calicostorms]

We need more Wyll x Astarion x Tav. WHERE is it!!!!!

[graveyardcuddles]

The early stages of Astarion's romance as he's just beginning to fall for the player are so precious to me. There are so many lovely scenes/moments with Astarion's romance throughout the game that it's really hard to pick a favorite. Obviously, the final romance scene in the graveyard is incredibly beautiful and makes me weep, and the conversation you have with him after defending him from Araj is brilliant.

But honestly, the one scene I keep rotating in my head, even months post game release, is the scene where he propositions you for the second time. I love how it's both incredibly angsty and also painfully sweet to me? I love the silly flirting he does, I love the fake-ass manipulative "I love you," he give you (that might have made me a lil mad first time I played). And I especially love how much you can read between the lines in those moments. Personally, I'm a big believer that Astarion definitely has at least a bit of crush on the player at this point, if not already actively falling for them. The "I love you" might not have been 100% real in the moment, but his responses for when you both accept and reject his offer are very telling.

A lot has been said about how he seems to be genuinely disappointed when you turn him down the second time. And I think he is a bit disappointed, has a bit of a hurt ego probably. But mostly he seems very self-reflective. He mentions how he got on his back so many times for so many people and none of it was memorable or enjoyable, unlike with you. That's such a vulnerable thing to admit, something that he doesn't necessarily need to confess to Tav in order to manipulate them. It's like he's trying to grapple with the feelings himself. That subtle pause and look in his eyes right after he wishes us goodnight? He wants to connect with us in a non-sexual way SO BADLY but just can't feel safe enough to at this point.

When you accept his offer, he plays it off cool at first. But I love how right before the fade to black he says: "There you are. Now you're all mine and I'm all yours...At least until morning." He's literally thinking about how long you two can have this time alone together. And his cute little "Let’s see where the night takes us~" with this little happy sway and smile he does it's like...he's so eager to just have this time with us. He might still be trying to "seduce" and manipulate our feelings at this point, but he's so obviously just happy to be spending time with his favorite person.

The feelings were complex and obviously may have felt tainted by his plan, but I feel like it's all a part of him learning to enjoy intimacy again. Which eventually leads to him learning to enjoy non-sexual intimacy with his partner in Act II and III. Idk I just think watching all the stages of him falling in love and learning to be worthy of love is so neat.

[avocado-writing]

Okay, I've had this idea bouncing around in my head, waiting for you to reopen suggestions, haha. How do you think the Origins Companions + Halsin, Rolan, Dammon, and Zevlor would react if they found out that Tav had been hiding a very serious injury from them? The kind of injury where Tav is convinced that they're fine and they don't want to worry anyone with something they can handle on their own, especially the people they care most for, but as they try to ignore the injury it only gets worse until it's potentially life threatening and they can't keep up the facade anymore. I will leave it up to you whether or not Tav and the other individual are in a romantic relationship. I think both ways have potential for wonderful angst 😆

ooohhh noooooo! but also oh yes, LOVE this sort of angst lol. written as if you have had an infection come on from an injury. this is gonna be a long list so let's buckle up...

Astarion

really tries to hide his panic but fails miserably.

can't help but start snapping - how could you keep something like this from him?

you try to give your excuses but he waves them away, angry, but mostly because he's terrified that he might have lost you.

if he has any healing potions he helps you take them, if he doesn't he immediately... sources some from somewhere.

holds you as tight as he dares, worried that he will aggravate the injury otherwise.

as you begin to heal and drift off to sleep he spends the whole night watching you rest, making sure that you're still breathing, still safe. doesn't mind when you cuddle up to him in the night, sleepily.

Gale

curses himself for not noticing your condition. he's a wizard, damn it! he's meant to be bloody perceptive.

wishes for the first time ever that he didn't just know wizard spells. wishes he knew how to heal, too.

makes you as comfortable as he can while he finds a book about what he can do for an infected wound, probably swallowing his pride and going to Shadowheart if it's bad enough.

you manage a weak, "Gale, you don't have to--", and he cuts you off, "if you're going to insist that I don't have to look after you, I'm telling you that I do."

fixes you something to help with the pain and infection, makes sure you drink it all despite the horrid taste, then tucks you into his bedroll to let you rest.

when you go to reach out and cuddle him he slips into your arms, presses his lips to your hair, and whispers as you fall asleep about how much you scared him. about how he'd never be able to lose you.

Lae'zel

only realises how unwell you are when you fall over mid-journey.

"tsk'va! why did you hide the extent of your injuries from me?"

hauls you onto her back and carries you back to camp, muttering about your foolishness the whole time.

makes you comfortable in her tent and uses her knowledge of githyanki medicine to help start healing you.

it isn't comfortable as she works on your infection but for the first time you feel her hands being soft rather than vicious.

"you should not have kept this from me." "I know. I'm sorry." "hm. ridiculous thing. zhak vo'n'fynh duj."

goes and intimidates the camp into being quiet so you can rest. it works. this is the nicest she's ever been to you. you could get used to it.

Shadowheart

obviously this is not a huge problem for her, but she is still worried that it got so far without her noticing.

immediately heals you, pouring far too many spell slots into your body in order to get it up and running again.

it helps, immediately breaking the fever you've been nursing, and the touch of Shadowheart's hand to your face is cooling and reassuring.

"lady shar teaches us to embrace our pain... but not like this. you should have known better. you could have died."

her hand slips down to cup your cheek, you cover it with one of your own. she's telling you off but you can tell it's because she cares.

"I'm sorry that I scared you." "I know. don't do it again."

she smiles and the ache in your heart is lifted, too.

Wyll

panics.

you collapse on day in camp and he immediately calls on the others for help, not so proud as to be unable to admit when something is out of his knowledge. he is not a healer. he needs help.

he manages to catch you in his arms as you tumble, hugging you close to his chest while magic is worked or a healer checks you over.

lets out a breath he didn't realise he was holding when you begin to stabilise.

helps you back to your tent to rest, gently chiding you but letting you know that he's glad you're alright.

when your hand weakly comes up to touch him, he indulges you in a kiss to let you know how relieved he is.

constantly watching you on the battlefield from that moment on. if he can help it, you'll never be hurt again.

Karlach

another panicker.

scoops you up in her arms and holds you to her chest, running to the tent of the nearest healer in camp - or, if you're in the city, kicking down the door of a local doctor.

begging the healer to check you over, but is reluctant to let you go. if she stops holding you it's like she's relinquishing control and that scares the life out of her.

you're healed and she feels you start to stir in her arms, peppering you with kisses of relief, choking through her tears that you're never to scare her like that again.

carries you back home, even if you're totally capable of walking. she just wants to make sure you're okay.

Halsin

sternly disappointed that you didn't tell him, but more annoyed that he didn't notice something was wrong himself. how could he not see how out of balance with nature you were?

squirrels you away to his tent to heal you, make you soothing and medicinal teas, his big hands over the source of the infection.

you burrow into his touch, into his chest, and you end up sitting in his lap as he heals you.

he wants to tell you off a little, but is more relieved that you're alright. encourages you to share all your burdens with him.

kisses you on the forehead, then on the mouth when he's sure you're strong enough for it not to knock you flat.

Dammon

my poor boy is just a blacksmith, so though he doesn't exactly panic, he does scoop you up and try to find a healer as soon as he can.

waits quietly and nervously as you are examined, silently cursing himself for being too busy to see how you were hurt. he's meant to be better than this. he's meant to love you, how didn't he notice?

when you come to he can't stop apologising, and it takes several of your kisses to soothe him and tell him it was not his fault but yours.

he makes you promise that you'll always tell him when you're hurt. has you look into his eyes and swear it.

he can't do much on the battlefield but he can protect you where he can.

Rolan

another one cursing that he doesn't know healing spells.

"you aren't meant to die, gods damn it! you're meant to be strong... what good am I if I can't keep you safe..."

rushes you to the best doctor in Baldur's Gate. pays for all the treatment that you could need. holds your hand at your bedside for your entire recovery... until you come back to consciousness, of course, at which point he just starts telling you off for being stupid enough to get into his mess in the first place.

you grab him by the collar and drag him down for a kiss. that finally shuts him up. but he never lets you forget how foolish you were.

Zevlor

practical but still worried about you.

you collapse in the field and he finds a safe place to hide the both of you from dangerous eyes, using his Lay on Hands ability to channel his magic into healing.

you try to apologise but a finger to your lips silences you, and all you can do is watch in quiet wonder as he burns the infection out with his Paladin's light.

when you're better he gently chides you. tells you that you have people relying on your leadership, and that a problem shared means there are more heads working on how to fix it.

when he sees how sorry you are lets you cuddle into him. when you say you'll repay him, he insists your happiness and well-being is enough for an old warrior like him.

does take the kiss you offer, though. he's been wanting to do that for a while...

[madschiavelique]

Hiii! Could I request some angst/fluff jealousy headcanons with Rolan, Raphael, Haarlep, Karlach and whoever else you think might work? For f! (Or gn) tiefling Tav

hi love!! i'm so sorry i took so freaking long but the burnout is insane and i'm trying to get back into both art and writing but i hope this will be good <33

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ characters : rolan, haarlep, raphael, karlach

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ content warning : mention of threesome (not actual threesome), mostly fluff, these are super soft, fem!reader, no use of y/n

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ words : 2102 ( between 444 and 600 per characters)

( not proofread, english is not my first language ☆)

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ rolan : 

Rolan wants to pretend that he's not affected by anything, to keep his composure no matter how much his brothers and sisters tease him. However, he is far from indifferent when he sees someone trying to win you over using his own magical territory.

An elf magician was trying his luck by talking to you, surely thinking that an ‘exotic’ creature like a tiefling had probably never seen a magic trick. He was trying to charm you with coloured sparkles in the air sprouting from his fingers, letting little fireworks dance before your eyes.

His tricks were nothing extraordinary, but the braggadocio with which the elf tried to win you over as if you were an easy mark left a bitter taste in Rolan's mouth.

This pathetic amateur was displaying classic spells, ones you'd obviously seen before. But he had the nerve to get a little closer to you with each trick.

It was when he pulled a rose out from behind your ear that Rolan couldn't stand still. 

A shower of scarlet petals fell from the sky. You looked up at the ceiling of the tower hall, but no one was throwing them, they were all coming down like snow from nowhere. 

With a flick of the wrist, a few falling petals joined together to form two wreaths that impaled themselves on your horns.

Rolan calmly walked over to you, a smile and a triumphant attitude to his gesture as the elf seemed to blush with shame.

“If you're trying to charm someone who's worth more than anything your miserable centuries of existence have brought you, you'd better crown her like the queen she is.”

The elf didn't even say a word, glaring at him before leaving with a hasty step, Rolan watching him until he disappeared behind the tower doors. His gaze fell once more on yours, who also looked as triumphant as ever.

“Like the queen she is, hm?” you repeated.

Rolan's cheeks turned from poppy to cherry, the shelves and tiles in the tower suddenly looking very interesting.

“He had no right to take you for a fool,” he muttered.

You smiled, taking one of the crowns on your horns and placing it around one of his. You cupped his face and kissed him lovingly, pulling away from his lips to look into his eyes.

“All the other wizards may try, only you can enchant me.”

You kissed him on the forehead, moving to the reception desk to greet a customer as you said: 

“Oh and,” you pointed to your flower crown, smiling, “I like these rings,’.

Rolan covered his face with his hands as he turned redder than ever.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ raphael : 

Raphael knows that he has nothing to worry about when it comes to being jealous, because you're faithful to him and he only has eyes for you.

However, he's well aware that the fact that you're his partner can lead to a few mischievous people trying to get at you for various reasons.

The first, of course, is to use you as leverage for Raphael. They think you're his weakness, and while that's not entirely untrue, he doesn't want to involve you in his affairs.

Others simply want to push him to his limits, pester him until he loses his temper.

And others try to get close to you to try to influence you and get Raphael to do things for them. They know that in his darkest moments you're the light that holds him in place, and they try to play on that.

But he knows that no matter how hard they try to make him flinch through you, it's futile.

However, he can't help feeling annoyed when, once again, when Mizora is visiting him on business, she keeps ogling you.

Every visit was like that, with her making undisguised advances towards you, observing every outfit you wore and remarking on those you'd worn before, telling you that she'd buy you some better clothes to suit the beauty you were.

Raphael wanted you to be well dressed; he presented you with a variety of outfits and it was up to you to choose them. It didn't matter to him, you looked stunning in every outfit after all. But it was insulting that Mizora tried to tell him how his taste was awful through her advances to you.

He watched Mizora's insistence from his desk, her behind you, grabbing you by the shoulders to whisper something. Her tail wrapped around your waist, and that was too much.

"Mizora, I think your business here is finished for the moment, I'll study the file you've brought. I've got things to do for now, and I suppose you've got a busy schedule yourself. I'm not showing you the way out, you must surely know it by now."

Mizora gave a dry huff, looking Raphael up and down with annoyance.

"Perhaps your little love could show me the way back ?" she teasingly suggested, looking at you like you were her next meal.

"Don't you have other tortured souls in need of help to care to ?" he sighed, unamused by her comment.

She hummed, frowning at him before disappearing in thin air.

Raphael was about to say something, his lips parted, but you cut him off.

"By the Nine Hells, I thought she'd never end," you sighed loudly in annoyance, slamming the book you were clutching brutally and putting it back on the shelf.

To say that Raphael was surprised was an understatement; he looked at you, mouth agape and eyes wide as you approached him.

"To think she can defeat the master of charm at his own art, in his own house," you said, one of your hands resting on his chest as your middle and index fingers mimicked two legs going up to his shoulder, "devils truly think they can win it all, can't they?’’

He smiled, one of his hands coming to rest on the small of your back to press you closer to him. His free hand came to grip your chin, his thumb caressing the skin of your lower lip.

"I did win it all, didn't I, my little mouse ?"

You smiled, kissing just the corner of his lips without ever touching them.

"I could say the same, my devil."

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ haarlep : 

To think an incubus would be jealous would be ironic, especially for Haarlep. They have taken so many lovers, are not attached to anyone, and their very nature generally isn’t used to making attachments that pull that hard on the strings of their desire-red heart.

Except you. You’re obviously the only one that matters to them, the only one that actually considered them as something more than an object of lust but as a real being.

This connection is something they want to protect, to keep as theirs, as the only thing they ever considered they could have for themselves.

So obviously they are not much of a fan of the fact the Archivist is trying to hit on you.

Being stuck in the House of Hope, they spend their time like they can, and most of the time they spend it with you. Not just because they love you but because you’re the best company they had in an eternity.

And this idiot thinks he has the right to come near you like that.

They see him, trying to have your hands touch when you’re reaching for a tome in the archives. They see how he tries to get closer to you to show you an inscription in one of the many books in the stacked shelves of the room.

However their patience runs thin when you climb on the ladder to get to the higher tomes, and he keeps it steady while his eyes are shamelessly on your ass.

“Little one ?” they call, “why don’t you come over here and read to me ?”

Without questioning them, you go down the ladder under the confused eyes of the Archivist. You walk up to Haarlep, sitting next to him as you open the book, but he stops you before you even start.

“Come on, love, you know you’ve got a much better sit than that.”

They pat their lap, and with a little smile you sit on them. They lace their arms around your waist instantly, pressing their cheek against your neck as they hug you and you start your read.

They keep their eyes planted in his as they press a kiss on your neck that makes you giggle, placing pecks on your skin and making you laugh.

“Are you even listening to me ?” you ask, turning to them with a smile.

“Of course I am,” they assure you, one of their hands coming to caress your cheek before softly kissing your lips. “Please, continue.”

As you set more comfortably against them and continue reading, Haarlep’s eyes go back to the Archivists who’s biting the inside of his cheek.

You’re too immersed in the tome to notice how Haarlep is glaring at the Archivist, their tail circling around your ankle.

It’s silent, Haarlep wouldn’t dare to interrupt you again while you’re reading, but their eyes speak for it all : Mine.

─ . 𝜗𝜚‧ karlach : 

Karlach isn’t jealous that easily, she trusts you more than anyone in this world after all. she knows you care for her, more than anyone ever did, and most importantly you’re the person she trusts the most.

she has more complicated matters to worry about than you being interested in someone else, such as her heart problems. so naturally, she is not jealous that easily.

One evening, however, you were staying in an inn for the night. You had gone to the counter to collect your orders, as the old couple running the inn had become less adaptable and lively and were no longer serving the food. 

There were quite a few people there that evening, and the little children helped them as best they could. It was while you were waiting at the counter that another tiefling struck up a conversation with you.

Karlach was watching you from afar as she sat at your table, seeing you smile, then laugh as the stranger chatted with you. 

Suddenly her heart felt cold. It was obvious that the man was trying to flirt with you, whispering something in your ear, and you were doing almost nothing to interrupt him or push him away.

The orders finally arrived, and you came back to the table smiling.

"You won't believe the conversation I just had," you began excitedly.

Karlach thought you were going to dwell on the fact that he was funny, funnier than her, better than her in your eyes. 

“Oh yeah ?” she asked nevertheless before taking a sip of her freshly arrived ale, never wanting to break your happiness.

“Yeah! He tried flirting with me, and when he asked if he could buy me a drink, I told him I was taken already.”

Karlach’s shoulders untensed instantly, whatever fear or doubt she had about herself vanished in the air.

“As if he had a chance with you,” she laughed along.

“You don’t know the best part yet,” you leaned towards her to lower your tone, “he asked me if the one I was with was the super hot tiefling lady at my table.”

Karlach blushed as she heard that, hearing from the mouth of other people that she was hot - other than literally hot - always felt so unusual.

“What happened next ?” she asked, leaning towards you as well to hear you better.

“I said yes, and he came to whisper to my ears,” you leaned towards her until your lips were grazing her ear, “would you two be interested in a threesome ?”

Her mouth fell open, the sensation of your lips on her ear like so and the lust-filled suggestion whispered to her was almost enough to make her forget about her previous worries.

You pulled back, grabbing your fork and knife to start your food. “I gently pushed him off, that doesn’t interest me, especially when I have the best partner I could ever wish for. He’s gonna have a hard time being better than best.”

Karlach’s heart was ablaze again, fueled up for the entire night, hells, the entire week.

“I can still make sure you get your ride tonight, sweetheart.” She suggested, tilting her head to the side.

“Finally an offer I can take,” you smiled, bringing your cup of wine to your lips as your eyes set on hers.

“How long till you’re done eating ?”

“Five minutes.”

“Poor owners, they might have to buy a new bed after us.” she laughed.

[poetryvampire]

Can I request headcanons for (poly but none of them are dating yet) Zevlor and Rolan reacting to gn human Tav confessing to both of them but they explained they would understand if they're rejected since they're the same kind who has discriminated them so much? With a happy ending please?

Sweet beautiful Anon! Again I thank you deeply for your patience and am sorry it took so long. I absolutely loved the idea though and turned it into a little fic. It is going to be two chapters and here is part one (second one should be ready later this week lol) Please enjoy the angst and yearning (✿◡‿◡) 💜💜💜

Falling into Place

Pt 1 (pt 2 is Here !🥰)

Reader x Rolan x Zevlor

Light suggestive imagery (the nsfw lives in pt two)

You hadn’t intended on being so bold when you planned to visit Ramazith’s tower, but something in the way the corners of Rolan’s mouth curled as he brushed off your words sent a rush of boldness through you. Even as you sat on the corner of his desk, obscuring part of the map that ran past the edge practically hitting the floor, the wizard kept a playful look in his eye that made your heart pound. 

“You know, if I wanted a horrid little creature to disturb my work and make a mess of my things I could have picked up an alley cat by now.”  He mused, still pretending to read the papers in his hands. 

 “You should! You’ve got the room now.” You smiled as Rolan rolled his eyes.“Will you at least consider it?” 

“Consider roaming around the countryside- for gods knows how long- looking for a troop of goblins?” He leaned back in his chair throwing the papers to the side. “I’m sorry, but it doesn’t sound terribly appealing.”

“Oh come on, won’t it be a nice change from locking yourself in here night and day?” You gesture around you at the chaos of books and scrolls that was his office.  

“ Well, hero,” Rolan scoffed. “I am perfectly comfortable in my tower and don’t require saving at the moment. You’ll be the first to know should that change.” He turned his attention back to the map in front of him. 

“Please.” You whine. “It’ll be fun! And they’ll just be a few of us. Wyll, Karlach, Zevlor-”  

“In that case I must go.” The tiefling wrinkles his nose, cutting you off. For a moment you second guessed how real his annoyance might be. “With all the praise you showered on him after your last little adventure I would have thought him capable of taking down the goblins all by himself.” 

 “My word, is the great master of Ramazith’s Tower jealous of a paladin?” you tease. 

“No.” Rolan snapped quickly. He stood, reaching across the sprawling paper to scribble some notes towards the top. “And could you get off my desk now?”  

 You didn’t move, rather regarded the wizard and the knit in his brow. It was no secret that he wasn’t the warmest man you’ve known and the signals of his true feelings were sometimes hard to read. Suddenly missing the mild affection he gave you from time to time, you leaned your head against his shoulder causing him to freeze completely. 

 “Obviously you don’t have to go.” You sighed. “But, I just thought it would be nice. I do like having you around. For some reason.” 

He snorted out a small laugh and you could have sworn he shifted closed to you. Even the slight contact brought a smile to your lips.

“Good. The feeling is… mutual.” He paused, his eyes darted about not knowing where to look.“ And I suppose that wizard of yours is still busy boring his students to death?”

 “He’s not my wizard. I haven’t got one, unless you’ve suddenly had a change of heart in the last two seconds.” You glance up at him coyly and could have sworn he took a sharp intake of breath.  

 “Well, it still sounds like a horrible time and I have no real interest in it. However, it would be irresponsible of me to let you lot go on your little adventure without the skills of a wizard. So- to save myself from losing sleep- yes I will-” 

 You let out a squeal and flung your arms around him causing his words to catch in his throat. Thanking him profusely and you let out a flood of words assuring him his worries were unfounded. Rolan kept still, hardly even breathing, in your embrace. Cautiously,  he slid his arms around you and lightly ran his hand up and down your back. 

 “Now, now, there’s no need for such thanks.” he let out a nervous laugh. “ Not yet anyway. I’m sure I’ll end up pulling you out of some mess before too long.” 

 The spring in your step as you walked home that evening quickly turned back into worry. It was true that Rolan tagging along would be helpful and- of course- you desperately wanted him around. As the tiefling had advanced in his magical mastery you had seen less and less of him. It made you question if he’d lost some of the little affection he may have held for you. Not that it mattered in the end. You very much doubted you’d have the chance to come clean about your feelings. 

 You had always taken your time with love affairs, trying to gauge the situation before laying your heart bare. You had a heart overflowing with a care that was more than happy to give to however many people you loved. Of course taking multiple partners wasn’t for everyone and as careful as you were to be honest with potential lovers you had been burned horribly in the past. Rejection was a fear you carried with you now more than ever. 

 There was no point in lying to yourself anymore. You had never been so in love with two people than you were at the moment. Perhaps serendipity, perhaps a curse, both Rolan and Zevlor had taken your heart utterly. The cleanup and rebuilding of the city would have been impossible without them. They had both spent countless hours at your side ready to aid you in any way you needed. As time pressed on your bonds had deepened and the idea of not having your favourite wizard and paladin in your life�� broke your heart. 

 How could you tell either of them the truth when it may mean losing one of your closest friends? Would you have to choose one of them? And if your greatest hope was true and they shared your affection you couldn’t bring yourself to break one of their hearts.  

 Neither of them had ever indicated how they might feel about having partners. It had never come up in conversation and every time you considered breaching the subject you backed out at the last minute, too afraid of what they may say. As much as you had learned of tiefling culture, you hadn't found anything that may give you a hint. For now the only decision was to try and stay sane while your desire ate you alive.  

*** 

 At a glance the journey was off to an excellent start; the weather had been fair and after only a week of travel you had stumbled across a strong lead. The comfortable routine of traveling with your companions was a welcomed change. Rolan seemed in good spirits despite his playful jabs and endless complaints. It was mid way through the second week when everything went south. 

 The path chosen turned out to be far longer and harder to traverse than you hoped. One with twisting slopes and leaden with brambles and jagged, uneven rocks. After taking a deeply embarrassing tumble, Zevlor had taken to staying at side, ready to offer his hand or an arm to cling to for balance. More than once, perhaps subconsciously, you allowed the contact to pass the need for stability. For a moment you could revel in the dream of having such a kind and gentle man on your arm. Again, you hadn’t meant to over step. The two of you never shied away from physical contact- you’d had plenty of sparring sessions with the man- but there was still an unspoken tension no matter how comfortable you had become. Unlike with Rolan, it was easy to slip over the line- the one you had given yourself- with Zevlor and not even realize it had happened. In the end it always made you feel just as foolish as the night you had invited Rolan. .            

   To make matters worse the late summer weather had turned uncharacteristically cool and wet. Ending days chilled and soaked to the bone did nothing for morale. As much as you tried to stay optimistic after a few days of truely unpleasant conditions, something in Rolan’s demeanor shifted. His witty remarks turned to a cold silence. He did his duties thoroughly and without complaint all the while seeming a million yards away. You had become certain he was actively avoiding you. Time and again he would distance himself from you however possible. Even when you attempted to assist him he was determined to work alone. 

 While huddled around a fire for supper with your companions, you found yourself across from Rolan and couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes fell everywhere but forward. As if you weren’t even there. To your surprise Wyll, ever the charismatic one, was able to jump back into a conservation the two had started earlier. The wizard sounded weary but friendly nonetheless. Your gut might as well have sunken into the abyss as you mulled over the past few days. Rolan had become quiet but you had yet to seem in distance himself from Wyll or Karlach. Not as he had done with you and Zevlor. A cold fear ran through your bones at the thought of it being more than bad weather to sour his mood. 

 The prospects left you dizzy. You couldn’t completely mask the distress in your voice as you made an excuse to retire to your tent. Zevlor followed you, checking if you required any help or healing he could provide. As you reassured him your eyes drifted to the glint of gold shining past his shoulder. You have caught Rolan’s eyes fixed on the two of you before turning back to Wyll.  

         Most of the night was spent tossing and turning in your bedroll as you tried to quell the endless scenarios in your brain. Tried to swallow down all the tears you’d been holding back for far too long. It felt practically indulgent to imagine Rolan was actually jealous of Zevlor or that he did in fact harbor feelings for you. They both felt out of character for him, or was he just better at hiding it than you had been? Whatever the case, you had awoken early ready to throw yourself into anything that wasn’t thinking about what a fool you’ve been. 

 Zevlor, as usual, was the only one awake at such an hour. Not wanting to waste the time you had together you decided on a sparring session and settled in a clearing not too far from camp. As skilled a fighter as you were you didn't come close to his mastery of the sword and still had much to learn. As if sensing your need for a distraction Zevlor kept you on your toes, moving with all the grace and ferocity he displayed in a real battle. You were unsure if the stress of your worries had shaken your hand or if Zevlor had finally stopped going easy on you, either way he was subduing you with ease. Frustrations hot in your chest you were becoming more clumsy and frantic with every swing. In a misguided attempt to break the deadlock your shaking arms could barely hold, you tried hooking your foot around Zevlor’s ankle to throw off his balance. However it worked a bit too well, sending the two of you down hard, the tiefling crashing directly on top of you.

 You laughed with what little air wasn’t knocked out of your lungs. At the stupid idea, at the befuddled look on Zevlor’s face. You were certain he was about to scold you, but no sound passed his lips. Still breathing hard against you, he studied your face as if trying to solve a riddle. Helpless, you could only gaze up at him. He was a vision, with his hair loose and clinging to his sweat laden brow. A smile bloomed wide across your face. How long had you dreamed of feeling his weight on you? Of looking up into those flaming eyes? Instinctively your hands rose to his shoulders keeping him there. You could feel his breath on your face, the hammering of your heart flooding every vein. Your mind screamed to stop before you only made things worse but you both lingered like this for too long not to act.

 Zevlor's whole body tensed as you pressed your lips to his with an aggression he had not been prepared for. Soon he matched your passion and welcomed your curious tongue into his mouth. He moaned your name and you had to fight the urge to wrap your legs around him along with your arms. The worry and uncertainty fell to the back of your mind as your hands found their way across his chest. Dressed down in a tonic, you were able to delight in the pattern of ridges he bore. Your hands roamed everywhere as the paladin’s lips sought to devour you. He moved from mouth to jaw, to neck and back again, kissing and sucking every inch of skin he could find. Drunk on the taste of him, your fingers dipped past his shirt to caress the warm tight muscle of his stomach. Also lost in the sensation he rolled his hips against you causing you both to groan into each other's mouth. 

“Stop!” Zevlor tore himself away from you as if burned. Sitting up on his knees he bowed head, red faced and clearly frustrated. “Stop. Please, I don’t want to-to-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” 

“No, don’t worry.” you move to his side. “I should apologize. I was rash and I haven’t slept and I just-” 

“I didn’t want this to happen this way.” His soft eyes meet yours. 

You want to ask what he means yet it seems a better solution to leave and blame your actions on the lack of sleep. But the warmth radiating from his weathered face held you like a spell. 

 “I- the time never felt quite right. And you deserve nothing less than a proper courting, to be adorned with lovely things and beautiful words. However, you know-you must know-” the former commander cups your face with a shocking amount of gentleness for such rough hands. “That I adore you.” 

Zevlor’s searched your face. As hard as you tried to steal yourself you couldn’t push down the rush of joy; the pleading in your eyes that invited him into another kiss.

 This time his mouth moved slowly, tenderly; it held a sort of honesty that made you shiver. You tried not to get ahead of yourself but you swear you can feel his longing in every movement, as if he had been holding back just as you had. You could feel the  grin on those perfectly full lips when he pulled away. Everything you’re about to say leaves your mind as Zevlor's eyes darted suddenly to something behind you. A chill runs down your spine as you whip around to see Rolan standing in the tree line. His look of genuine shock melted into a disdainful grimace. 

“There’s breakfast ready. If you’re so inclined.” Rolan spat out before turning on his heel to hastily march back to camp. 

Panicked, you jumped to your feet. Calling after the wizard repeatedly only made him move quicker leaving you standing there face hot, pushing down the lump in your throat. You were rooted to the spot, breathing hard. Zevlor’s eyes were on you- you were sure of it- but you didn’t dare look at him. 

 “I don’t mean to pry,” the tiefling spoke softly. “Have I, perhaps, misjudged the situation?” 

 “No, Zevlor. I- Gods I'm mad for you. It’s just- I just-it’s hard to-” you fought to keep your voice steady.

 “It’s complicated.” His lips held a smile that could not mask the disappointment in his eyes. “I understand. I’ve had my fair share of complications when it comes to romance. And Rolan is a quite accomplished young man.”  

“I don’t know what I'm doing. I’m sorry.” you breathed. 

“You’ve done nothing wrong. I have heard it said that the course of true love never did run smooth. Should you need to talk or anything really, don’t hesitate to find me.” He affirmed and kissed your hand. 

 As the two of you made your way back, Zevlor chuckled to himself. 

 “I must say I am relieved to know that all my worries of you not having an interest in tieflings were unfounded.” He grinned.

 Despite your tempest of emotions you couldn’t help but laugh.        

[the-grand-gemini]

More Gortash Analysis

I've seen lots of posts going over Enver Gortash's appearance and what story telling elements that gives us and I have more thoughts that won't leave me alone.

Gauntlet and Rings

Asthetic:

Aesthetically speaking they're obviously pretty (or gaudy depending on how you feel about an all gold arm piece), but also I can't not think that his whole look is to hide himself and make himself look more dangerous/compensate any of his perceived shortcomings (especially those he experienced in the hells).

His rings mimic claws like Raphael and other devilkin he may have dealt with in the hells. A basic weapon available to most deziens of the hells

Aids:

I imagin that the gauntlet, plus the rings on his other hand, hide and correct crooked fingers while also possibly help with pain. Acting like wrist and finger bracers.

As far as finger braces go even if he wasn't injured reparative writing and working with them (building machines etc) can lead to pain.

But personally I feel like the repeated breaking of fingers is something Raphael and/or Nubalidn may have done to punish him. This could have left lasting pain and possible disfigurement.

Disguise:

A disfigurement he wouldn't want the upper class to see or bother him about constantly. Again even if it wasn't from injury the hands of a builder or fighter (arms dealer/crime lord) will have changes that someone from a softer occupation or a life of leisure won't have. Duke Ravengard as a swordsman probably has hands that show past injury/work, but he's known for and revered for it. While Enver is trying to distance himself from anyone looking into his dodgy past.

ALSO... If anyone wants to write a fic where Tav (or Durge) massages his hands tag me please 👀👀👀 (I'm totally not projecting my own wrist/hand pain here what are you talking about).

The two mainly free fingers... We all know why 👀💦 but also it's probably so he can pick up a pen and write easily/do Archduke paperwork.

The Flame Shirt:

I've seen other posts talking about the flames and how he's laced his shirt and I don't have anything else to add other than ~ Guy Fieri vibes that I can't unsee 🔥🔥🔥

Coat Collar:

Again the coat has been discussed by lots of others in great detail and I love every analysis! However, I do want to talk about his collar specifically.

It's meant to be intimidating, but it also covers all of his neck and a good portion of his head. A very vulnerable location both physically and mentally. It screams I am hiding/anxious to me. He can't wear an all out hood without looking (even more) shady, but the high collar probably still acts as some kind of security. I don't think anyone else in game has a hood like this? There's the odd ruffled collar, but nothing like this outside of armour.

Also! Even though most coats are meant to (in fashion) elongate the figure) I feel that his collar makes him appear shorter. Does it darken his figure and make him stand out? Yes, but I feel like it falls short on making him look larger and more intimidating then it could if it cut off at the neck like a normal collar or continued into a full hood.

IF his coat was gifted to him by Bane (see man who prays to a god of tyranny and fear but his coat prevents him from experiencing the fear spell) I think it actually visually demonstrates how he isn't in charge at all.

Visually it makes him shorter and swallows his head a bit. It seems almost like there is a shadow behind him. Is the coat Bane visually oppressing Gortash? I think it's two fold, Gortash will never escape Raphael's shadow and he is within Bane's controll.

Idk this is probably too meta but the ideas wouldn't leave me alone until I screamed them into the void.

I want to talk about Orin's outfit next ahhhh

[teaffrogy]

Hi! I saw you were looking for ideas so I'm going to submit a couple if that's okay! Feel free to ignore if not lol

First idea is for Gale (he needs more attention in this fandom!!) Tav who's kind but completely oblivious when it comes to flirting getting hit on and just not picking up on it, how would Gale react or not react? Would his reaction be different if he saw it from afar, up close, or just heard about it? Can be pre-relationship or during :)

Second idea can be for any or all companions (personally tho I think it'd be interesting for astarion, halsin, and gale) Their reactions (separate) to Tav realizing there's mutual attraction so they take them aside and nervously confess that they're asexual and would understand if they don't want to be partners after knowing this about them and that they wanted to tell them before things got serious.

Sorry for rambling in your inbox but I hope this was atleast somewhat helpful :D

Omg yes both I love sm omggg okay imma work on one first then the other. And I totally agree! Gale deserves more attention! I adore that man sm😭❤️ also so sorry it took me a while I have been taking care of my cat who got surgery

Oblivious Tav

Gale x Reader(Tav)

I honestly believe Gale immediately Knew Tav was super oblivious to people Flirting on them And he first found out About it when Lae'zel made the first move. Instead of falling for her words, you just gave her a puzzled look. “I'm sorry Lae’zel. I don't want to fight with you.”

The second time he saw it was with Astarion at The tiefling party. Of course he put his Vampiric charms on you but it just flew past you. And Astarion had this look on his face that made Gale burst out laughing. Some of the tieflings gave him a puzzled look.

Another interaction was when a tiefling was flirting with you. She rubbed your hand up and down softly that he himself even felt the shivers. She had tried to tell Tav how gorgeous they are and how even better they would look under her. But that left you confused. “Why do you want me to lay down?”

Like always, he found it funny because what you say and the other is the person's reaction. But Gale wouldn't lie, he had fallen in love with you the day he taught you how to cast spells just so you could feel what he feels, the magic of it. It was just the way your eyes shined as you looked around you. The moment you Two had made him realize how much he wanted you in his life, read a book beside you, be on his balcony, have a cup of tea or coffee, whatever you like to drink! And just read a book with you, watch the sunset, see the boats sail away, watch the waves of the sea. And just be with you. He loves you.

After that, he did try to make some moves.

Gale didn't know if he should feel bad or

embarrassed for you.

No matter how many times he tries to flirt, it simply just flies Over your head. You two were in the shadowlands and he took so much time and dedication to say those words to you that it simply flew past you. Astarion couldn't help but let a Laugh. Shadowheart was holding hers in. He knew you were obviously but not that much!

He tried it again, a small pick up line and you just stared at him and gods he loves you but oh my god he also is embarrassed when you simply don't get it. He had to actually say those three words.

“What I am trying to say is that I am in love with you. I love you.” Gale says and your eyes go wide at those words. “And I have been trying to make you get the hints that I am really in love with you but it just flies by you. I was thinking it was the tadpole wiggling those words out but that's just how you are.” He says and you feel embarrassed. “Oh.” You say and Gale holds your hands. “I'm in love with you Tav.” and he brings your hands close to his lips, kisses each one hand and looks up at you. “I love you too Gale.” You say and he's more than happy to hear those Words come out.

And even now that you two are together, it simply flies by you. From times you do get his little pick up lines, but there are those other times where it flies by.

But Gale loves that about Tav and finds it cute.

[drake-bois]

Water-deep In Love

Hi friends!! This is the introduction and prologue to my domestic!gale fanfic! This will basically be introducing my tav(the main character, besides Gale) and essentially just introducing her and Gale's relationship from the beginning until the end of the game. The first chapter will begin after the cannon epilogue, which is when i'll basically be creating and establishing what i think domestic life with Gale would be like.

Information:

Title: Water-Deep In Love (see what i did there ;D)

Pairing: Gale Dekarios x OC!Tav (Emrys)

Oc!Tav info: Her name is Emrys. She is my main tav who is currently romancing gale. She is a High Elf Paladin. Has always been interested in magic and the weave. Was outcast from her family and home when she was young, as they do not support magic and anything to go along with it. She has survived basically "couch jumping," moving from place to place in Baldurs Gate, staying with anyone who would have her. Was eventually captured by the illithid and had a tadpole inserted in her eye, against her will, obviously lol. Upon waking up on the beach by the nautiloid shipwreck, the first companion she found was Gale, a striking wizard who she found hand-first. She pulled him out of the portal and was immediately drawn to him and his gentleman-ness. Throughout their travels together, they fall more and more in love, doing every step of their journey together; and once all is done, they no longer have to live in fear of the tadpole, gale doesn't have to worry about the orb or gaining mystra's forgiveness, they can finally live in happiness, together. Finally together. Together, in love, and safe, in their own home. A home that Emrys has been longing for since she was a child, and the security that Gale has been denied for a long time. They're both finally free, together.

I will be posting the prologue later; which will basically based right after finishing everything and Gale's proposal. I am going to be staying pretty cannon for this part, but i will include some changes and some of my interpretations of this scene, adjusting his proposal a little bit for my story. I am super excited to write this fic and I hope you all will enjoy it!

[bananasfosterparent]

TAV x ASTARION SONGS ABOUT: Life as Lord Astarion and his Dark Consort

Since I have a massive 180+ song playlist for my Tav, Efenity and Astarion, I decided to gather the most "important" and relevant ones, for my own reference/index mostly, but also if anyone else's Tav has a similar dynamic with him maybe you can swipe some of these songs :P Maybe it will give you ideas or help expand your own TavxAstarion playlists idk. (Obviously I have a lot more for Efenity vs just Astarion, but that's because I'm always inside her head lmao Also, all links lead to Youtube btw. And it's mostly electronic music)

For context of my Tav: Efenity Kelmorn is a half high-elf, Storm Sorcerer (mostly lightning), and criminal. Neutral Evil, ESTP. More about her here.

Here are songs about (my) Lord and Lady Ancunín post-game:

⚔⚔⚔ Astarion's POV ⚔⚔⚔ ⚔ Written In The Scars (Anki Remix) - Galantis (ft Wrabel) ⚔ U Found Me - Tritonal ⚔ Parachute (Krazy Kat Extended Mix) - Matthew Koma ⚔ Touch - Great Good Fine Ok ⚔ Sunset (Michael Cassette Remix) - The Midnight

🌩️🌩️🌩️ Efenity's POV 🌩️🌩️🌩️ 🌩️ Your Love Is King - Sade 🌩️ Expectations - SVRCINA 🌩️ If The Devil Is You - RUNN 🌩️ Giving You The Best That I Got - Anita Baker 🌩️ Losing My Mind - Tritonal & HALIENE 🌩️ Peace Sign - Lights 🌩️ Shelter (ft Melanie Fontana) - Jason Ross 🌩️ Ain't Nobody - Chaka Khan 🌩️ Sanctuary (Daniel Kandi Remix) - SMR LVE, Cristina Novelli 🌩️ No Ordinary Love - Sade 🌩️ Jai Ho - Pussycat Dolls 🌩️ Praise You (ft Fatboy Slim) - Rita Ora 🌩️ Sweetest Taboo - Sade 🌩️ Every Every - MOONZz 🌩️ Dissolve - MOOZz 🌩️ Follow You (Stereopole Remix) - Nitrous Oxide

🌩⚔🌩 BOTH ⚔🌩⚔🌩 🖤 Could Have Been Me (Mash Up) - Halsey, The Struts 🖤 There's Nothing Holdin' Me Back - Tori Kelly, Taron Egerton 🖤 Toxic (ft Lunis) - Besomorph 🖤 You Make My Dreams Come True - MAX & Kenzie Nimmo (originally this was just in their playlist as a meme to myself but now it fits unironically lmao) 🖤 A Part of You - Didrick 🖤 Force of Nature (ft Paperwhite) - Break Science 🖤 All Eyes On Us (ft Racella) - Lenno & Jack Novak 🖤 Rule The World - TheFatRat & AleXa (it's so happy and ill-fitting in sound, but the lyrics fit so well lmao) 🖤 We're All We Need - Above & Beyond (ft Zoe Johnston)

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My other playlists like this: SONGS ABOUT: FALLING IN LOVE SONGS ABOUT: THE RELATIONSHIP SONGS ABOUT: BECOMING ASTARION'S CONSORT

[utterdrip]

if it helps. i am also in the “astarion falls for high approval tav sometime around his little treat scene even if he’s not entirely sure what this fondness is quite yet” camp with u at least. people in the astarion tag scare me too much to ever say this on main though. that blorbo take seems to be catnip for people rolling into the replies to say he’d never fall during act 1 even though it’s true of every other companion including lae’zel and minthara, yet no one says anything about them 🤔

HELLO FRIEND 🤝🤝🤝

and welcome yes i used to be firmly in that camp as well!! and honestly mainly because i kept reading Those opinions about him before i really was able to,, mmm commit these hours of playtime myself and sorta experiencing all the different ways this game can play out because like

so i try to see all dialogue trees and even if i do the same things in my playthroughs i will do them in a different order and the game is so different every time, right? what im saying is i had that opinion before i spent all this time exploring early game relationship with him myself,,, does that make sense

BUT YES FRIENDO ! i am glad u were able to share with me at least and tbh i have a video idea for this to Spread My Truth (astarion cares more for the player character in early game more than he himself realizes and many players realize Agenda)

i think people get stuck on “didn’t care for you when we first met” but think that acts i & ii are… short? when they’re not?¿ it also feels weird bc his act ii confession scene, both ways (post araj or orthon) he admits that he initially didnt like the player character but then He Does and its like

sorry this is rambling but i really do not get it friendo like he plainly says “i seduced u bc it was easy but now i feel like an idiot because i have real feelings for you” and ppl are like “astarion doesnt even care abt pc until act iii let alone love them”

are we playing the same game are we romancing the same dude

EDIT: OBVIOUSLY EVERYTHING IS ALL UP FOR INTERPRETATION BUT IM JUST SAYING A lot OF OPINIONS ON HERE ARE LINE OBVIOUSLY I AM RIGHT ASTARION FEELS NOTHING EVER FOR PC UNTIL AFTER CAZADOR AND I THINK THERE IS MORE NUANCE

WHATEVER I DONT HAVE TO DEFEND MYSELF IM HERE TO SPREAD MY “astarion is stupid in love with the player by the end of act i early act ii” AGENDA

[goodgirlgonebard]

hi, if you’re here for the first time it’s probably because of AO3 so first off I just want to say — THANK YOU!

below is my masterlist of my fics & other social links. thank you for visiting!

asks & DMs are always welcome, but please do not DM me unless you are 18+ (I am 24!)

my fics (AO3 links)

Series — The Stars Aligned

artwork (middle) by @/mekanikerik 🧡

Goodnight, My Love

First person, female Tav (wizard, high elf) x Astarion

Fic that takes place during the game; essentially a character study on how things might look if Tav had an actual backstory and actual feelings. This fic deals with a lot of trauma and does not gloss over Astarion’s feelings about sex after the confession in act 2, so I would read with caution if that’s a hard topic for you but for me as a survivor it’s been very healing to write.

This fic is my first re-entry into writing since college and you can definitely tell I was finding the voice/swing of things in the first bunch of chapters, but I’m quite fond of how it is now and I have a lot more planned for my BloodMoon babes 🤍

Luna lore can be found under #my ocs: luna

Star-Crossed

A companion piece I wrote for GML that covers several different chapters from Astarion’s POV leading up to the act 2 confession. Both fics include chapter guides on when I would recommend reading this one, but this fic can be read as a stand-alone or doesn’t have to be read at all to understand GML.

Could also start with this fic and then jump straight to the confession chapter if you want to skip my world-building stuff, I won’t judge 😝

Series - Willow & Astarion

Dealbreaker

Third person alternating POV, female Tav (bard, human) x Ascended! Astarion

This fic takes place a few months post-game, after Willow (Tav mc) originally broke up with Astarion post-ritual, not wanting to become a vampire spawn. Obviously they reunite, and they both want each other but have to sort out what that means for their own individual goals/desires post-tadpole.

My characterization of A!A is less storybook villain, more deeply traumatized and suddenly incredibly powerful man unwilling to work through his problems to end cycles of abuse. If you’re not into it, that’s okay, don’t read it!

Willow lore can be found under #my ocs: willow

moodboard for the first date chapters | moodboard for the party chapters

Shiver

A short story I wrote for Fall in Faerûn featuring Willow & Astarion pre-ascension. It takes place in early act 3 and is about eight thousand words of pure fluff & smut ❤️ Can be read completely independently of Dealbreaker, but will likely be enjoyed more by (and will likely hurt more for) readers of the longfic.

ko-fi

(in case anyone ever wants to support me by buying a coffee but no pressure I just write stuff for fun and love u either way)

twitter is ambs_thebard

I made it just to follow bg3 artists but I kinda don’t use it rn but I maybe will! who knows!

[eliteseven]

Do you have any more headcanon or posts for Baby Jen? I can't wait until she's in the story!

Me too! It'll be fun to have a sassy mini Shadowheart being a spitfire and being too cute to handle, running around the cottage. She won't be making any appearances until after the wedding (which she is VERY pissed that she wasn't invited to, when she finds out a good few years later 😅 )

I don't have much else on her rn, even my master hc google doc is dry lmao

but consider the following, while you wait:

-Baby Jen being SO like Shadowheart in her habits and mannerisms that she inadvertently starts triggering old memories for Shadowheart? Memories on the very fringes of Shadowheart's mind, from her childhood, coming back to her suddenly when she sees Jen giggling and trying to catch frogs outside, or getting lifted by Arnell to pet the horses... What a gift. She gets her own memories back through Baby Jen's love of life and shared idiosyncrasies.

-Jen giving Emmeline a new lease on life. She even said to Tav at one point, her family is "smaller than she would've liked"- and Jen's arrival probably rejuvenates her so much. She has genuine light and recognition in her eyes. She wants to hold on longer because of this baby, to be there for her and Shadowheart, to allow herself precious moments that were stolen from her.

-Jen asking Shadowheart to conjure light for her. She looks at Shadowheart like she's Selune herself. Jen also loves to watch them spar (they obviously pull their punches and usually end up in a laughing heap on the floor, at which point Jen body slams them affectionately bc she wants to be included 🥺) Shadowheart and Tav are heroes, to her. She never feels afraid when they're both around.

-Shads waking from a cloister nightmare to the soft giggles of Jen and Serena, trying to be quiet, but failing miserably as they try to surprise Shadowheart with breakfast. The nightmare is instantly forgotten, and Shadowheart can't believe this is her life now. She eats what's possibly the worst breakfast ever with a grin on her face, spoon fed by chubby wobbly toddler hands and an inquisitive "how's it taste, momma?" every 3 seconds. She has tears of joy in her eyes. Tav makes it up to her with an actually edible lunch 😅

-Bonus: Toddler Jen making Serena and Shads re-stage their wedding so she can be in it. She thinks it's all about her. They don't have the heart to break it to her. They've been "married" 67 times now. Arnell and Emmeline fall asleep during the ceremony. It's a hoot.

-bonus bonus: teenager Jen being a menace in high society??? She begs Serena to pull strings and get them invites to all the fancy Baldurian banquets and balls. She raids their closet for the occasion, gathers all sorts of gossip while she’s there, and frequently gets in trouble at these events. Probably even starts a fight, once 😅 probably for good reason. Jen is going to be so much fun.

[nsfwordwitch]

Kinktober 2023 Day 29

Prompt: Breathplay Pairing: Halsin x Astarion x nonbinary tiefling Tav 1069 Words

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Astarion draws a thumb down the front of Halsin's throat, making Halsin shiver. He licks his lips, not contemplating what he usually does with someone's neck in his hands, but something else enticing. He catches Halsin's eye and reads the fear and the desire there, and he could almost laugh with how giddy it makes him.

It was Halsin's suggestion, obviously. Astarion is always just a little too close to wanting blood on his hands for some of his desires to be spoken aloud. When Halsin had asked, almost sheepish, his voice low, Astarion had looked to Weft before speaking. He needs them to corral him, sometimes, as does Halsin. They'd taken time to consider it, then agreed.

Weft stuffs a pillow under Halsin's ass and gets between his legs. They rub their hands on his belly and he smiles at them. They're nervous, Astarion can tell. He feels a little bad about them having so much responsibility but, well. They get off on that, too. He places a hand on one of theirs, and Halsin puts his on top. Weft sighs.

"You're both insane. I love you."

"We don't have to do this, darling."

"No, I mean…I didn't say that."

"That's what I thought." He kisses them, then leans down and presses his chest to Halsin's, kissing him, too. He draws a circle with his finger on Halsin's throat. "How will you tell me to stop?" Halsin's hand finds his thigh and he feels a shock of heat. "Very good," he purrs. "Would you like us to start?"

"Yes," Halsin breathes. "Ah–"

Weft enters Halsin, and Astarion drinks in his pleasure. He watches Halsin's eyelids fall closed, the way his eyebrows turn up on the inside. Halsin looks at him, color rising in his cheeks.

"Are you just going to…watch me get fucked…or is there something else you intend to do?"

Astarion smiles at him, sure to bare his fangs. "As you wish."

He traps Halsin's throat in his hand, pressing until his breath comes out in tortured gasps. It's music to his ears, and he leans into him harder.

Astarion recalls the feeling of other throats he has caught, crushed, lives he has ended just like this. Halsin is looking at him like he's having memories of his own, times he almost breathed his last. He wonders what Halsin sees in his face now, while he's waltzing with bloodlust. Halsin squirms under him and nods. He's asking for more. Astarion tightens his grip, and leans his mouth down to Halsin's ear.

"Do not fret, my dear. I will take you to the brink and bring you right back." Astarion counts the beats in Halsin's arteries, then releases him.

Halsin takes a gasping breath in and pulls Astarion to him. "Very good," Astarion murmurs, stroking a hand across his forehead. "Very good."

"Weft," Halsin says, voice hoarse. "Do not stop, please."

"Alright," Weft says, and picks back up the pace they had a moment ago. Their breathing is heavy. "Astarion, give him some water please."

Astarion takes the cup from the bedside table and pours water into Halsin's open mouth. Halsin swallows it gratefully and sighs. "More, Astarion."

"Water?"

"No, not water." He makes a soft noise when Weft hits him somewhere deep. "Put your hands on me again."

"Ha!" Astarion breathes, lust burning through him. He leans over Halsin and rests his lips on his forehead, twisting his body so Weft can see Halsin's face better this time. "Hand on my leg," he instructs, and Halsin touches his thigh again. He grasps Halsin's throat and yanks his hand up to his chin, making Halsin hum. "Wonderful, darling, you're wonderful. Nod if you're alright."

Halsin manages to nod around his hand, and Astarion presses harder into his throat. Halsin's mouth opens as though to breathe, but no breath comes. Astarion waits a beat and releases him, keeping his hand lightly in place. He traces Halsin's jawline with his thumb.

"Are you enjoying our dance with death, my sweet? I surely am." Halsin looks at him and nods, breathing too heavy to speak. "More?"

"More," he replies hoarsely.

Astarion places a kiss at Halsin's temple while he bears his hand down again. He watches Halsin closely, and Halsin watches him back. There's fear in his eyes, yes, but wonder, too. He's impressed. Did he think Astarion wouldn't go this far? He presses as hard as he dares, making Halsin squirm, and puts his mouth to Halsin's ear.

"I could take your life right now, darling, but I won't. You know I won't. You are always safe with me." He takes his hand off Halsin's neck and Halsin takes a deep, ragged breath. Astarion places a hand flat on his chest and feels Halsin's lungs fill with air and empty again, over and over.

He looks up at Weft, watching Halsin carefully. They catch Astarion's eye and he nods at them. Weft reaches for Halsin's cock and strokes it, making Halsin moan. He wraps an arm around Astarion and holds him close while he comes, spilling across his stomach. Weft grunts and with a few quick strokes they come too, then extract from Halsin and fall beside him.

"My big, beautiful sweetheart," they murmur at him, wrapping an arm around his head and kissing his cheek. "Are you quite alright?"

Halsin takes a breath in and out through his nose, nodding. Astarion offers him the water again and he drains the cup. "Thank you," he says hoarsely. "I am alright." Astarion gets off the bed to fetch more water, and returns to Weft tracing a gentle line under Halsin's jaw. Bruising has started to form, and Astarion somehow manages both guilt and pride.

"Was it everything you hoped for, darling?" Weft asks softly.

"Yes," he replies. He takes the cup from Astarion and drains it again. "Expectations were exceeded." He looks up at Astarion and his eyes are shining with admiration. "Come here, please."

Astarion lets Halsin pull him down and he lounges across his stomach. Weft drops their head so it nudges Astarion's and he nudges them back. Halsin watches them, smiling.

"Whatever sappy nonsense you're thinking, keep it to yourself," Astarion drawls. "That's my bedroom rule."

Halsin laughs heartily, or he tries, instead falling into a coughing fit. Weft smacks Astarion on the arm. "Look what you did!"

"I'm fine!" Halsin manages. "Astarion, come kiss me better."

"Ohhhhh, if I must." Astarion slides over to his face and brings their lips together. Halsin is breathing through his nose, and that's music to Astarion's ears, too.

[aladaylessecondblog]

i messed around and got addicted (gortash x good tav pt. 13)

Author's Note: Was going through comments in my inbox and saw one where somebody asked for a Gortash POV so uh...here you go.

idk let's pretend it's a journal entry. Kind of jumps around a bit in the timeline so far.

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It was supposed to be much easier than this. Gauge her interests, see where her lines were, mold the puddle of weeping and wailing into something that I could use. And it was easy enough at first. It worked.

Tav did exactly what I thought she'd do. She took the offer, yielded to every request I made of her. Even better, she liked to submit, and at first I thought it was because she longed for some direction after the shock she'd gotten thanks to that mad dog Orin.

It was easy.

Those "friends" of hers made it SO EASY. A few shorter letters--whatever Tav might have suspected at the time, I held none back from her--and that was it. That do-gooder Ravengard boy did more than I thought, but he's always been that sort of person. Looking after people.

After that meeting later on, Karlach sent an angry letter demanding to know what I'd done to her, what spell I'd put Tav under to make her so compliant with what I wanted. I replied more politely than she frankly deserved.

I said it was not what I did, but what she and the rest of Tav's former friends didn't do. They left the door open; I simply walked on through.

Falling in love with Tav was never going to happen, and a good thing too, for Bane does not care for such things. It is weakness and nothing good can come from it.

I told myself that enjoying the weekly, expected visit to her bedroom (or mine) was merely because she was a good lover. (That tongue of hers is a gift from the gods. It tends to make me feel like I'm having a bloody stroke when she's at work with it.)

I told myself that enjoying her submission to my will was only natural.

My plan went perfectly. And when she fell pregnant--even better! I meant what I said when I told her about my lifespan. I make no plans to live forever, as that would require my being beholden to an outside entity.

I did that once, and not of my own will.

Never again.

Never again.

Bane--is different, and I believe Tav understands this, considering her devotion to Ilmater. A deal in which both benefit is different than having one's soul at the disposal of a monster. I don't particularly consider her association with Silvanus one way or the other. That one's more distant. Doesn't really count, as he neither gets in my way nor serves me.

I think I know when things began to shift. The first morning that I really noticed the way her body was filling out, when her pregnancy was particularly obvious to me.

And...perhaps the sight of her was arousing. A little voice sounded off in the back of my head. You did that, it said, Look at her, swelling with life because of YOU.

That meeting with Karlach, that day...Tav fell right into my hands.

I heard word that she'd said some inflammatory things in the Elfsong. It sparked rumors that I managed to quash - my poor wife was obviously feverish and overworked. It worked.

I just had to deal with Tav herself. The woman was putty in my hands, and all it took was a few tender words to get her talking. About Cazador, about the plans the vampire lord had. And then--

--then she mentioned--him.

That he was dead.

And I might, perhaps, have celebrated the fact a little too enthusiastically. But Tav begged and moaned like the best whore I've ever heard, and not even knowing at that point what this was about--

It kept getting worse.

Cazador began to follow her about at gatherings he was invited to. She mentioned not being fond of swift death and...I, finding that rather charming, mused that she was vengeful. She replied that she was only such to those who deserved it, and I naturally replied that WE decided who deserved it.

It was beautiful, watching her eyes light up, her expression change. As if I'd opened a door to a new idea she'd never considered.

But, of course, with things going so well...

...Cald was born. Cald was born, and...

I'm not going to go on overmuch about it. But staring at that defenseless face made me wonder why. What was wrong with me?

And I didn't believe her when she gave the answer she did. We yelled. Some...regrettable things were said, and I still can't understand when such things BECAME regrettable.

We figured it out, eventually, and all was as it should be. And seeing her hold the boy--OUR boy, OUR son--seemed to change something within me. She loved him, watched him like a hawk. Saw danger at every turn and worked to guard against it.

Tav was just what a mother SHOULD be.

We learned each other's stories...

Hearing Tav praise certain skills was one thing.

But no matter how much control I asked her for, she gave it. She yielded to every command, submitted to every demand.

I didn't want to let go of her.

I wondered what the name was for my malady. What WAS this?

I realized it the day Tav encouraged me to speak to Cald, even if he didn't understand me. I felt utterly stupid, explaining the intricacies of their inner workings to a baby. I chanced a look at her, saw her smiling down at Cald. She happened to look up at me, and gave me that smile too.

I love my wife.

FUCK!

[morgana-ren]

I wonder how Ascended Astarion would be towards an asexual Tav? Like Tav has always treated him like their best friend before he ascended, and they also often took care of him (platonic love). Would ascended Astarion try to make them his consort or would other roles be on the table? Like a secretary just to keep Tav close to him — even if they want nothing to do with him at that point.

Truthfully, I'm sure other roles would probably be preferable if that's the case.

I mean, you could go real dark with it and say that he'd try to force them into the role of consort, but that implies a previously existing desire for them that's overwhelming enough to try and jam them into a role where they just don't fit while simultaneously knowing it never will due to who they are as a person. If they're more beneficial as a friend to him, then he'd likely want to keep it that way-- so long as they continued to benefit him as a friend. Once it's no longer beneficial, I feel like Astarion would move on with his life, and 'encourage' Tav to do the same as well. As quietly and noninvasively as possible. Forcing them to be his consort implies that he desires a romantic and sexual connection with them, but if Tav is asexual, that's never going to happen. Especially if Tav is good aligned. It's just a fever dream at that point. There's no point in forcing it because even forcing it won't make it happen. There's no previously existing base or feeling he's chasing there like there is with a romanced Tav. It's just making someone do something that makes them extremely uncomfortable and goes against their nature. He can get the same benefits as he did before the ascension by simply being friends with Tav-- and that's where the issues would begin.

He would probably treat them much the same way that he treats the rest of the group: As a partial ally and a potential enemy. The 'romance connection' that persists if you end up with him isn't really there, and it's something a bit more light-hearted and harder to twist, and thus, probably more likely to die in the ascension.

That's not to say he wouldn't still care deeply for them in some capacity and would probably try to avoid starting some sort of issue with them. But that insane sense of ownership and possession that comes with romance territory was never there. A friend is far different than a lover. Some prefer one over the other. Both are fine. But a non-Romanced Astarion seems far more independent than one that falls very in love with said Tav. He seems much more likely to walk away from something that doesn't benefit him any longer than he does to chase it and force it to work, especially in a way that goes against that Tav's nature.

The nature of the two is just... different. With a romanced Tav, the feelings and emotions behind it all are vastly different than a Tav that acts as a best friend. Astarion might heed their advice or refrain from starting fights on their behalf more than he would someone like, say, Karlach or Gale, but ultimately, I just don't know that he's going to go full-on possessive over someone that's just his friend. At least not in the way he does with someone he's fallen deeply in love with. It strikes me as the sort of situation where a Vampire Lord Astarion would view it through the lens of "Why do I need a friend that doesn't benefit me? Why would I try to actively keep a hinderance to my plans in my life?"

Obviously, it's different if you have an evil-aligned Tav that's ready to go gung-ho on the evil shit. Someone who actively encourages him and does what he wants and stokes his worst impulses. They'd probably have a relationship of mutual respect so long as it continued to benefit them both. But a good Tav that actively gets in the way and disapproves of what he does? I don't see that working out.

I think the best that Tav can hope for is him having a deeply set respect for their previous friendship, and even then, I think it might be a bit of a long shot. I don't think Astarion would force them to remain by his side because he isn't technically gaining anything from it if they're railing against him. He's more likely to separate from the situation, and frankly, so is Tav.

Again, you can go very dark with the whole thing and make that a scenario to consider, but just in general, if Astarion had a respectful friendship with Tav, I don't see him trying to force something sexual, especially given his previous situation. Unless he'd craved them for a very long time and finally decided he was selfish enough to persue/force it, I think it would turn into a broken friendship where one side is a selfish prick by nature, and the other is forced to watch someone who has their friend turn into someone they can't respect or stand by any longer.