#I got to hug Shadowheart and Gale though that was nice

[sentienceisoverrated]

Just finished Baldur’s Gate 3 for the first time and Wither’s YEETED ME THROUGH A PORTAL

[lynnlovesthestars]

One and only.

Pairing: Astarion x fem!reader

Genre & warnings: smut and fluff, post act 3, soft Astarion, fingering, slight overstimulation and orgasm denial, unprotected sex, a lil of anxiety? and thinking but lots of love too, blood, biting.. I don't think there's more?

Words: 4.4k (damn i didn't think it was that long oof.

Healing is a slow process, but with you it's a little easier.

Astarion paced back and forth in front of the tent, weighing the words that were floating in his mind, the feeling that pooled in his stomach and shoved off the fear hidden in the back of his mind.

You were different because you cared about him. You reminded him every night before you'd close your eyes and fell asleep in his arms, and you respected him like none ever did. You reassured him whenever he'd ask you if you were still okay to wait for him until he was ready to try again with sex, and he was oh so grateful for it.

It's been around three years since you were free of the tadpole, you'd grown so much together: patching up each other's wounds while learning how to love. You taught him to be intimate without bedding you. You taught him how caresses could be so much more than sex.

He looked around the camp, you called your old companions for another adventure, helping you find a cure for vampirism, and they all eagerly accepted.

Aylin and Isobel were the only ones missing, literally.

You found a nice spot in the underdark, glowing mushrooms of pretty colors decorated all around you, and the circular cave was just perfect enough for the bunch of you.

You were fumbling around the fire, trying to roast a boar leg you got at a small merchant you found on the road.

Gale was trying to interfere with that boar leg cooking process, but you didn't want to hear him, especially after you had to live off his particularly unsavory stew for months, this time you were taking the metaphorical chef hat and feeding everyone with your newfound skills. Three years away from adventure had to be filled one way or another.

The camp was always lively, that's one of the perks of being so many.

Wyll was playing with Boo, while Minsc and Jaheira were playfully fighting over something dumb. Karlach and Halsin were fast asleep next to the fire, snoring loudly between Gale's words.

Lae'zel and Shadowheart were discussing as always and, though everyone was too distracted to hear him, Astarion was still mumbling to himself while pacing.

The dinner was great, you could see it in the eyes of everyone as they bit into the tender meat and shared stories. Minsc was deep into another tale of Boo, Jaheira and him as your eyes wandered to Astarion, which still hasn't had his dinner.

You couldn't see him, until you noticed that the oil lamp in your tent was on, and his shadow was fixing something around the tent. For what you knew he was moving the pillows scattered around, in a way that you'd be more comfortable while he fed.

They all knew at this point that you'd let him feed off you on daily basis, it started back while you were on your way to Baldur's Gate back then, and you took the habit so much that at a certain point you didn't even feel dizzy after he'd been done.

You excused yourself as you made your way to the tent, it was one of those nights where you needed an extra long hug, and a few kisses on the forehead.

When you opened the flap of the tent, he was still fighting with a pillow, trying to fluff it up just how he liked it, but failing. He was glad that he learned how to hide his emotions, shoving the tension down and away.

You kneeled next to him, placing a hand on his before taking the pillow from his grasp.

He followed your movements closely with his eyes, as you put the pillow on the floor.

He didn't know what he expected to see, but to watch you punch the pillow relentlessly, was definitely not on the list. Though after you were done, the pillow was somehow perfect. Was that how his pillow was always extra fluffy?

You gave him a soft smile before you tossed it next to the others, which you noticed were arranged differently, making something closer to a nest, than your usual layout.

You both didn't speak, you were so close that you'd know just by looking at your bodies, or the way your face crunched, and yours clearly said "cuddle".

In a matter of seconds, he pulled you in his arms before scooting closer to the pillows to rest there.

He loved the way you'd make yourself comfortable on his lap, how you wiggled for a moment before finding that nook where your head rested perfectly on his chest, and the way you would hum when you were happy with the position you chose.

He could live off just of that pretty sound that would come out of your lips.

You were so absorbed by the closeness that you didn't notice the barely perceptible hesitation in his touch, as he slowly turned your face to him, making sure you could hold eye contact for a moment.

The eagerness and the pure undevoted love were fighting with the fear, the fear of reliving those nights he tried so hard to forget, but at the end of the day, he needed you. He needed you more than he feared his nightmares, he needed to feel you around him, he needed to let you feel his love, his devotion, all of him.

If there was one person that he wanted to love so deeply, it was you.

So many times he thought of trying to have sex again just to see if he still was disgusted, but only with time he was able to realize that he wasn't disgusted by sex, he was disgusted of being stripped of his chance to back away. And the more he got to know you, the more he grew closer to you, the more he longed for you, in every way. It was no longer the need for release or just the fucking without attachments, he wanted to make love with you. He wanted to hear you moan his name like a chant, he wanted to feel your hands reach were no one was ever allowed to: tracing his back, on the dip of his lower back, around his hips, at the center of his chest, where his heart, your heart, resided.

There was no one else he desired like this, the idea of other people, or having other lovers but you, made him retch. He didn't want love unless it came from you, he didn't want sex unless it was you making him feel lightheaded. Of course it took him a lot of time to understand this, and a lot of work around his feelings, and his body, and you never shied away from any of his attempts to push his boundaries.

You helped him reshape the ideas of the smallest things, down to skinship.

Even after hours of brooding on how to ask you, he found himself speechless at the sight of your soft eyes filled with love, and the peaceful smile you gifted him. He was mesmerized.

It took him a second to just recollect, as he took his time ingraining in his mind that look he loved so much.

"My love" He whispered as he cupped your cheek, making you lean into his touch. "I've been thinking a lot" His thumb traced your cheekbone ever so slightly, drawing a delicate humm from you. He had planned a lot to say but as you leaned close, the speech was already out the window. So he just lowered you on the bed, and crashed his lips to yours.

It took you a second to process the unexpected movement, but a second later you were lost within his kiss.

Initially it was rough, the way he gripped on you, like an instinct that he could barely control, full of yearning and need, but slowly, the more you relaxed in his arms, savoring the taste of his kiss, the more he would slow down, like a love poem traced with his whole body.

His hands would graze over your hips, your shoulders, your neck, every bit of exposed skin was being caressed by his slender fingers, holding and molding your body like it was putty.

He rested his forehead against yours as he caught his breath, and allowed you as well. His eyes were closed as he was lost in your sweet scent.

It took him another long moment before being able to control his breath, regain his senses as his head was already spinning away.

"My love, allow me.." He breathed ooutsweetly as he latched his hand around yours, your fingers intertwining in his like an instinct. "Allow me to feel you." He placed a soft kiss on your cheek. "Allow me to make you mine" The words came out almost as a plea, like a starved man that was in front of a banquet and forced to resist the need. His lips traveled to your neck, resting where he'd usually drink from you.

"I'm already yours" You whimpered as you could feel his teeth graze, sending a shiver down your spine. You could feel the pit of your stomach bubbling with tenderness, as his eyes were rounder than usual, and his gaze was soft. Though there was a yearning feeling in the bottom, drowned momentarily by the adoration.

So many nights you had to leave the tent to take care of your needs, as you didn't want to burden Astarion with it. You wanted him to be fully there as he helped you release all that pent up tension, not just a shell of him. You craved his love, not his body.

You had to resist the very urge to push your hips against him, even though he was asking you already. You wanted to make sure he was truly okay before making any movement.

He groaned as he tilted your neck, pressing his lips right under your chin, and descending between your clavicle. He wanted to worship every millimeter of you, no skin would have to go unkissed.

"I want to make love to you, my one" He left a bite on your shoulder, no teeth were deep enough to draw blood, but definitely enough to steal a delicious mewl from you.

His words made your heart roar.

You raised your head enough to catch a glimpse of his eyes, now sultry, half closed as his lips still rested on your skin, dropping sweet kisses right where he was.

"Mh, you sure?" You asked as your body basked in the attention he was providing.

"Like I've never been before. I dreamt for so long to have you wrapped around me" He moved again, until your chests were against each other, and your noses were meeting. "I want no one else but you. I want to know what having the love of your life so close, so vulnerable feels like" He placed a quick kiss on your nose. "I just want to get lost in you, to hold you like I've never held anyone" his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight to him, like he wanted to merge your bodies. "I want to be one with you" He whispered as he closed his eyes again, inhaling your flowery scent mixed with his.

Your heart was pounding so loudly against your rib cage that you would have sworn he could feel it without leaning in.

You wanted to sound louder, but as your lips opened to say that yes, the sound came in almost a strangle

by all your emotions.

Astarion's eyes glimmered with a light you've never seen before resting there.

He was gentle as he undressed you, every inch that was being revealed to his eyes, was met with his yearning lips, drawing all sorts of pleading sounds from you. Your body was already shaking like a lire string as it was touched, and your lips chanting a melody for him.

His descent was agonizingly slow, but what struck you was how his movements were.

You knew he was well versed in sex, but the way he was caressing, tracing, kissing, biting, was the one of a man that was trying to listen to your reactions, to savor the tiniest sensations, to learn his lover, such a difference from the confident man that fucked you senslessly in a forest three years prior.

It was no longer about repayment for the feed or protection, it was pure undevoted love in each touch.

Just with those miniscule attentions, your heart was swelling for him, and little did you know that he was hitting him as well, all your emotions flowing around you in the small space of the tent.

Your clothes were soon on the other side of the floor and you took your time admiring him in all his beauty: the way his chest was rising, the way his skin was covered in small old marks, so carefully healed that you wouldn't be able to discern them unless you would be trying to remember his every pore.

"Gods i wish you could see yourself through my eyes right now" He sighed. "I've seen you naked so many times, but right now? No goddess could compare next to you" He kissed your navel delicately as his fingers were grazing your thighs.

You could feel your cheeks igniting at the praise. You wished for a moment you still had that tadpole eating your brain, just for a second to show him the true vision. His body was so perfect in front of you, the truly breathtaking view. You could have sworn he would have made such a perfect painting.

Before you could open your mouth though, he was praising you again.

"No words would be enough for me to explain how every curve of your body makes me ache for you, my one" He leaned forward, placing wet kisses from your neck, down to your hips, over and over again until his name was a broken mewl from you lips.

He stopped between your thighs, taking his time to spread you wide open for him. He kissed that spot that caught his mind right away, that perfect dip of your hips, where stretch marks were concentrated.

He hummed as he couldn't help but graze them with his teeth, stealing one moan that made him almost melt.

Then agonizingly slowly he kissed the inside of your thigh, trailing kisses until his nose brushed against your clit. You wanted to beg for him to eat you, but his head turned towards the other tight, repeating the tantalizing trail of kisses until he reached for your dripping cunt.

"You are so ready for me" He kissed right above your clit, teasing you more and more. "But I have to dine first" a finger gently traced the outline of your lips, taking his time before dipping it between your folds, and earning a moan. It was so long since someone touched you, you could feel your whole body clench at the smallest touch.

He kissed your thigh again, sighing at the softness of your skin. You were so wet he just inserted another finger in you and started pumping in your pussy, drawing those perfect moans from you again, music to his pointy ears.

Then as he added another finger, his teeth sank in your plush thigh. All of your senses jolted up, amplifying everything as he started drinking from you.

His slender fingers reached right where he made you cry in pleasure, as you slowly gave in to the lightheadedness.

As he kept feeding, he still worked you like he knew every movement that would make you whimper, drawing always so near to your orgasm before pulling away.

Moments later he finally let go of your thigh, his teeth slipped away from the pricks they had made home in, and licked away the rivlet of blood still spilling from the new wound, causing your body to arch even more under his tongue. You were so close, so desperate to come you'd chant his name like a prayer, just so he'd taste you.

Instead he pulled out his fingers, taking one at a time in his mouth and sucking your slick off of them.

"You are delicious, my love" He moaned as he popped each finger out of his lips.

You were on edge, so tempted to take control and ride his face until you'd come on his lips, but you had to restrain yourself, you wanted him to guide you through it, you wanted him to have full control of his and your body.

His tongue reached for the rivlet of blood on his lips before pulling you in his lap, your thighs wrapped around his hips like they were made just for that. You could feel his erection press against your folds as he pulled you closer.

His lips and yours clashed together in something that was akin to a slow dance, your arms wrapped around his neck, while his held you by your hips.

You could drink the sighs he was letting out, the smile he grew in that intimate moment, the reason why he wanted you in this position.

For months he tried to imagine how he wanted to make love to you, how he'd feel the safest, and his mind always came back at the idea of your chests against each other, your lips so close he could kiss you, but also where he could hear your moans the closest. How he wanted you to rest against him as he whispered how perfect you were for him, he wanted you. All of you. All of your warmth, all of your skin, all of your sights, he wanted to see how he was affetting you, and how you affected him. He wanted to lift your chin, to kiss your neck, he wanted the both of you to find respite in the tight hold.

Seeing you so close to him, so vulnerable just how much he would be, it was how he wanted it to go, cause this for him was like a first time. He wanted to be overwhelmed by you, as you consumed him.

He wanted to feel his home in you. In you and only you.

He took a moment, resting against you, clinging to you like you were going to disappear from his grasp.

"If you want to stop, you just have to say it, my star" You whispered as you rested a hand in his hair, drawing circles on his scalp as he breathed in your scent, that was slowly mixing with the smell of sex.

"No my love, I'm just bathing in you before doing anything else" He admitted, placing a kiss on your neck, where he was resting his head.

"I don't think I could ever exchange this for anything. No power, or castle could compare to the home I made in your heart". His words were warm, caring, just like scorching fire against ice.

"I love you" You murmured as you caressed his cheek, and brought him back to you.

"I love you too, my one" He kissed you slowly as he guided you up. Bringing you to rest your forehead against each other as you slowly sank on his length. A gasp simultaneously filled the tent, so loud it could wake up everyone, but you didn't care. The air was pulled out of your chests, as you clinged on each other.

You both waited a moment before doing any movement, both overwhelmed by the closeness and the pleasure.

You wrapped around him so perfectly, he could barely keep any control over his body, his mind or his lips.

"Mh so perfect for me" He whispered sultry, as he guided you through the slow movement, allowing him to bottom out before having your hips meet his again, stealing another breathy moan.

It was slow, tender, so much that you could feel your eyes become glassy.

Nothing could ever compare to the fire that was spreading around your body as he picked up pace, stealing everything from you. Your air, your whimpers, your heart, over and over again.

He wanted to savor every inch of you, he would allow himself to fill you to the hilt, as he threw his head back.

"M-mine" He lulled as he couldn't resist the urge to go faster, his body loosing control of his movements.

It became all so sloppy, ragged as he grasped at you ass, his nails sinking into your skin as he slapped his hips against yours.

"This is what you do to me" He rasped as he lolled his head back. His hair wild as some curls fell on his face. His mouth agape as he choked praises.

Sweet gasps echoed between the syllables of your name, as he submitted to the pleasure.

He wanted to scream, to let everyone know you were his and no one could ever coax those sounds from him like you did, so effortlessly.

Your fingers twirled naturally around his curls, pulling his head to yours as you deepened the kiss along with your movements, savoring the taste of his lips and sweat as you made him see the stars.

You drank each other's moans with your lips as you completely gave away to the pleasure, as you gave all of you to each other.

You could barely register who was directing, cause your bodies just felt like one. Molten lava simply mixing as it burned hot like the hells.

You were so close, your whole body shaking as you could barely form a proper sentence. "L-love y-you" You muttered though your tongue felt indescribably heavy and light simultaneously.

You were drunk on him, your eyes rolling back as he hit that spot that could make you come undone. He worshiped every inch he could reach with his lips, making sure your body was left with a memory of the night, of his trust, of his love.

"You fill me so well" you praised with the last bit of your sanity, stealing the most precious sound from his lips.

Euphoria washed over Astarion as he was high on the feeling of your pussy clenching uncontrollably around him.

He pumped in you insatiably as you could feel it build up, the familiar knot as your muscles tensed up, feeling the heat rise and your legs shake.

You were not sure what it was, maybe it was the moaned praises, or his touch, or the way his hair bounced as he sank in your, but you felt your body being stripped of all the flesh, pleasure taking it's place as your orgasm washed over you. Your head rested on his shoulder as he was still lost in you, so close to his own release.

You knew that the only sound in the camp was your skin slapping, and the lustful sounds you'd make for each other.

The frenzy turned into a slow-burning passion, his hips rhythmically pounding in you as his lips met again with yours in a matching kiss, your moans mixing in the middle as you could feel it again, your orgasm building so quickly you barely had time to process how sensitive you were.

You let go of his lips to admire how his mouth parted, a series of whimpered moans fell from his lips as you could feel every inch of you being dragged away in the second orgasm at the sole sight.

His hips stuttered once, twice, before the arrogant orgasm sent him to the moon, spilling all his cum in your warmth.

He stayed in you for a few more moments as he processed how elated he felt.

There was no one else in the universe that would make him feel so safe, so loved. He was gentle as he laid with you in his arms, drawing shapeless lines along your velvety skin.

He couldn't hold back the tears that were forming at the edge of his eyes, as he held this night so close to his heart. For him, this was his first time, and it was with you, his other half.

You noticed right away when the first few tears started tracing his skin. You were so afraid of his reaction that this was like a shock to you, in a way.

You prayed the morninglord he wasn't already regretting the intimacy, maybe he didn't feel what you felt: that sense of belonging, the overwhelming love.

You cupped his cheek as you caught a tear with your thumb. "Are you ok, my star?" You whispered as you took away another and another with tenderness that made Astarion even more emotional.

He slowly met your gaze, his eyes so soft and his lips curled in a tender smile as the droplets still descended down his cheeks.

"I'm perfect, my love" He rested his hand on yours, clasping at your fingers and bringing them away from his cheek.

"Why are you crying?" You offered a reassuring look, the one he learned meant that you were a safe space where he could speak his mind unfiltered.

"I dreamt of this nights for months, how I would ask you, and how I'd hope this would carry out" He exhaled for a moment as he toyed with your fingers.

"And none of those dreams could ever get close to this" His smile was getting wider, accentuating those lines you loved so much.

"I don't care for sex, unless it's with you. Unless it's loving you with every inch of me, unless it means undressing ourselves and being exposed in all our vulnerability. Unless it means I get to feel you become part of me" You were absorbed by his words and his eyes, that you didn't notice he let go of your hand to hold you closer.

"You are the other part of me", He let out shakily. "I might even say you are the best part as well." He kissed your forehead tenderly. "You are my one and only" He whispered at last as he dragged the blanket he had left on the side, on your bodies. You murmured something between a love confession and a praise as he lulled you to sleep in his embrace.

You were fast asleep as he finally remembered what he was forgetting.

He summoned a mage hand, trying to be as silent as possible. The ghostly arm reached under one pillow and pulled out the velvety box, before shoving it in Astarion's backpack and dissolving its form.

"Tomorrow" He noted in his mind. "Tomorrow I'll ask you"

[shiranui7]

So... I reached the epilogue party and I have STRONG opinions about what happened in the end. I sacrificed myself turning into a Mind Flyer and destroyed the Absolute. I gave my friends the best endings possible: Wyll, at peace with his father and freed from Mizora, went to Avernus with Karlach, who didn't die and found a way to fix the engine. Gale was freed from the orb, Lae'zel and Orpheus went on their journey to save their people, Astarion got rid of Cazador, Halsin got my help to remove the shadow curse and Shadowheart found out about her true self, rejecting Shar. Everyone I helped during the game wrote me letters to thank me and that was cute. But what did I actually got from all of them?

Astarion: said that he needed time to metabolize the transformation and friendzoned me. Well, ok, let's wait like I did with him. At the party, he asked me if I was still myself. Wtf!? He wasn't rude then and was sorry for what happened to me but..No hugs were offered, despite being my romanced character and he seemed to have decided that I was no longer "lover material". I was distraught as hell.

Lae'zel and Orpheus: weren't physically there but thanked me and swore to remember my deeds. Nice, I can forgive the no hug option.

Wyll: no hug option, just a dialogue about how he's faring in Avernus with Karlach. Meh.

Karlach: happy to see me but immediately commented on my appearance. I can let it slide. Hug option but only if you don't ask her other things. Meh.

Gale: kept making jokes about mind flayers and commented how he was happy to be still himself instead of a damn brain sucker.....pretty insensitive, even though he apologised.

Shadowheart and Halsin: They commented on how much they missed me and offered hugs with no limits. Halsin made me a wooden duck. I hugged them like 4 times each. Best reactions.

Owlbear and Scratch: they recognised me and showed no changes in their demeanour despite my appearance. As always, animals are better than people.

So during our adventure I accepted a blood sucker, two time bombs, a religious fanatic, a brainwashed warrior, a man linked to a Devil and a horny bear dude, but they can't accept ME with a Squid-face? If I were there as my real life self, I would have probably burst into tears and walked away from that farce of a party.

I ended up putting everyone's happiness before mine and what I got in return was getting ostracized. Even in a video game, I still make my real life mistakes. That hurts.😔

[bg-brainrot]

Hugs for a Vampire (Astarion x GN!Reader) - Chapter 6: Before the Assault on Moonrise

Chapter 6: Before the Assault on Moonrise

Each chapter can be read as a standalone hug.

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader (Rogue!Tav)

Genre: Fluffy, Filling in Canon

Rating: Teen

Tags: Gender-Neutral Pronouns, POV Second Person, Act 2, Canon-typical violence, developing relationship, blood, boundaries

WC: 2.3k words, 6/18 chapters

Summary: A feeding-hug for Rogue!Tav and Astarion. They're still working out how to act around each other, with Astarion setting the boundaries.

Ao3 | [Hug5][Hug7] | Hugs for a Vampire Masterlist

It feels like the calm before the storm. Come tomorrow, you’ll head to Moonrise and begin an attack on the evil that resides there. You’ve freed the Nightsong, given Shadowheart some time to herself, and now gathered the Harpers for a full-on assault. Your companions are all itching to get going– for the most part. 

Throughout the Gauntlet of Shar, Astarion had been a bit off. You imagined it was an odd combination of learning about the scars on his back and, selfishly, both of you trying to figure out something real between you. Now that you’ve left the Gauntlet though, Astarion still seems lost.

“Something the matter, love?” you ask him over dinner at the Last Light Inn. The two of you are eating together, though he only holds a glass of wine to your plate of actual food. He seems deep in thought, staring off into the distance as he runs his tongue over one of his fangs.

Astarion jumps at your words, taking a second to register that you’re speaking to him. “It’s nothing,” he says, on instinct. Then, after a stern look from you, follows it with. “I’m just a tad peckish, my dear.”

Tilting your head, you ask, “Have you not found something to your liking today?” Early on, you’d agreed that he can and should drink from any enemy with a pulse.

He shakes his head ruefully. “Not much on offer out here,” he sounds wistful, and you register an underlying desperation to his voice. “I don’t think I’ve had a solid meal… well, since we entered the Shadowlands.”

You balk at that, thinking back to every enemy you’ve faced so far. Undead, plants, cursed fish, the odd shade, and he hasn’t fed from you since you’d agreed to take things slowly– how did you not realize this sooner? “Astarion, you must be starving!” You push your own food away, as if its presence would only make his hunger worse. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What will you do, bring the undead back to life? And it’s not like I could drink from a Harper,” he rolls his eyes and pauses. “Wait, do you think I could–”

“Don’t you dare,” you stop his thought process in its tracks, holding up a hand. “We are nice to the Harpers and we appreciate their help, got it?” 

“Oh, you’re no fun,” he pouts. “I guess I’ll just continue to starve. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gone without.” He adds that last sentence as a bitter afterthought. The thought of him having gone weeks, months, a year without so much as a drop of blood tears at your heart.

“And why don't you ask me?” you ask, quieting your voice so that only he can hear you in the din of the Inn.

He looks genuinely confused. “Ask you what?”

You narrow your eyes at him– surely he didn’t forget you are not an undead, not an aberration or anything of the sort. Right? “Um, ask me for blood?” you offer, equally confused.

“Ah,” he says, it comes out like a soft huff. “My love, I couldn’t.”

“And why not?” You bristle at the thought that your blood isn’t good enough, isn’t as satisfying as some random Harper’s. “Am I no longer to your taste?”

Placing a hand on his chest, he gives you an aghast look, “Of course not, dear. You’re quite possibly the most delectable creature I’ve had the fortune to taste. In every single way.”

You hear a startled choke from behind you. Astarion has not been keeping his voice quiet in the same way you have, and a blushing Gale tries to pretend that he is absolutely enthralled by the plate of food in front of him.

Shooting a look at Astarion, who doesn’t even have the good grace to look embarrassed, you say, “Let’s talk a bit more privately, shall we?”

“If you insist,” he replies, with a hand wave. “But I hope you know it isn’t the first time that half this team imagines devouring you.”

You decide to ignore the bait, opting instead to drag him gracelessly away from the Last Light’s central area. All but pulling him upstairs, you set him on a bed and place your hands on your hips.

“You’ve had your fun, now tell me truthfully,” you start, keeping him pinned with your eyes. “Why haven’t you asked to drink from me? You know I’m happy to offer.”

“Darling,” he starts, eyes avoiding yours, clearly intending to avoid this conversation. “I don’t see what the big deal is. We deal with the cult, we get back to Baldur’s Gate and I’ll have a veritable feast of ruffians to pick from.”

“The big deal is that you planned on suffering by yourself this entire time,” you say, and hurt begins to color your voice. “I thought we were being more… honest with each other. Maybe I was wrong about that.”

Astarion stands then, whispering your name as he takes a step toward you. “I am being honest, love. I can’t possibly drink from you, not anymore.” His hands reach up to cup your face, and the ruby eyes that lock with yours are so very conflicted.

“Why not?” you ask again, trying to keep firm under his piercing eyes but failing miserably.

“Because it feels different with you,” he says, quietly. He rubs a cool thumb across your cheek, bravado all gone as a searing sweetness settles between you both. “You’re not some bandit, some cultist, or goblin. I don’t want to hurt you and…” Astarion looks down, away from you. “I don't want you to feel like you owe me anything.”

You lean into his hands, closing your eyes. A strange sort of relief settles over you as you respond, “My sweet fool.”

“What?” he says, indignantly.

“I don’t feel like I owe you anything,” you say before opening your eyes again. “I want to do this for you.”

“And how do I know that I haven’t just entranced you against your will?” he says with a soft, disbelieving scoff as his eyes search yours. “In fact, I’m finding that, for perhaps the first time in my life, I'd rather someone’s blood remain soundly in their body.”

“What if,” you start, not sure how to say it without sounding insane. You drop eye contact with him to muster the will to continue, “What if I said I liked it when you fed from me?”

He’s silent and you’re suddenly worried that you’ve said too much, been a little too honest too quickly. But when you finally bring your eyes back to him, you just see a war going on behind Astarion’s eyes. A deep hunger, surely, but above all else, a concern– one that you know is for you and your well-being. 

“I promise I’m not just saying that,” you add, hoping to assuage his worries.

Your love doesn’t seem to believe you, brows furrowed and hands gripping your face a bit tighter as he tilts it this way, then that way. “You… like having your life force drained out of you?”

“Listen,” you start, placing a hand on Astarion’s arm to stop his examinations. “If you don’t want to believe me, you don’t have to. But I invite you to drink from me regardless. You can’t confront the armies at Moonrise like this.”

He finally releases your face, shoulders drooping with a heavy sigh. “In two centuries, I never thought I would be fighting an offering of blood like this, but darling, if I injure you, if I take too much…”

“You haven’t before,” you try reasoning. “Besides, I’ve pushed you off once, I can always do it again.”

“Fine,” he says with a frown. “But don’t you dare hesitate.”

“You know I wouldn’t,” you respond easily, tugging on one of his hands. “Shall we get comfortable?”

Astarion allows you to take him back to the bed, sitting down in a manner all at once defeated and eager despite himself. You can’t even imagine the hunger he must be feeling right now, and the fact that his feelings for you could have overridden even a portion of that astonishes you. You sit down next to him and bare your neck.

He settles in behind you, hands ghosting at your neck and shoulders. “You’re certain?” he asks again, eyes large and pleading. 

“Yes,” you stress. “But if you’re that worried, could I make a request?”

“Anything,” he says, the word a breath on his lips.

You still waver, the vulnerability new and quite frightening. “Well, the previous bites haven’t been exactly cozy. Would you mind… holding me while you bite?”

Astarion’s response comes in the form of his arms wrapping around your torso, pulling you into his chest. He places a fleeting kiss under your ear before burying his head into the crook of your neck. Nuzzling softly, his nose tickles your bare skin. “Cozy enough, my dear?”

“Mmm, yes,” you say, feeling a blush creeping up your neck. You hadn’t expected him to embrace you so thoroughly. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he murmurs and he sounds utterly bewitched as he inhales. The sharp bite that follows catches you by surprise and you know that he couldn’t resist any longer. He takes a long pull from your neck, drinking more deeply than he has in weeks.

However, unlike previous times that he’s fed on you, this feels distinctly different. It’s the first time he’s bitten you since you’ve agreed to figure out, well, whatever you have between you two. And it shows.

It shows in how his arms, which had previously held you in place while biting, gently squeeze around you. In how his lips, which he used to bare wide, press the occasional soft kiss as he drinks. In how your heads tap together, his curls caressing your cheek.

Oh, you think distantly as you lean into his devouring mouth. I see why this might feel different from a bandit. While it felt like a nice gift you could provide before, now the act of feeding him feels immensely close. Could you always feel his breath on you like this?

You don’t have to ponder long before he pulls away, placing one last kiss where he’s bitten. “There,” he says, taking a shallow breath. “How do you feel?”

Taking a second to check in with yourself, you find that you feel pretty normal. “I feel good, too good,” you say, turning to face him. “Are you sure you had enough?”

Astarion licks a few drops of blood from his lips as he surveys you, verifying your liveliness. He smirks before responding, “More than enough. As I said, I was only peckish. Thank you, love.”

He looks more vibrant now– his eyes shine bright in the firelight of the inn and there’s a rosy tint to his skin that wasn’t there before– so you decide not to push it. “You’re welcome, and thank you,” you say, grinning at him cheekily.

“Whatever are you thanking me for?” he asks, skeptically.

“If you always embrace me so tenderly while you feed, I may run out of blood asking for another go.”

Astarion clicks his tongue with annoyance. “I was not being tender. I was quite literally consuming you. Could you please have an ounce of self-preservation?” 

You keep a small, satisfied smile on your face as you shrug. “Some mighty righteous words from a man who was just refusing to feed.”

“How about this,” he starts, leaning into you. “I promise to seek you out if I need sustenance and you promise to never call me tender again. What will the others think of me?“

You lean right back into him, and give a short affirming nod. “Your secret is safe with me, my oh-so-fearsome vampire.”

“Thank you, my delicious little treat,” he responds. Swiftly bringing your hand to his face, he places a kiss on the back of it. “And thank you for…” He clears his throat. “Helping me navigate whatever this is.” The vampire vaguely gestures between you both and it’s evident what he means. If feeding felt different for you, he surely felt it too. Even the emotions bubbling at the surface now feel different. It would surely settle in time, but for now, learning together, it is a terrifying new unknown.

“Of course,” you say, placing your other hand on top of his. Your eyes meet in unspoken communication, marveling at the absurdity of your situation, of your gentle moment. Of course, you must be the one to break it. “I was worried for a moment there.”

“Whatever for?”

“I thought maybe you didn’t like the taste of my blood anymore, maybe I ate something off-putting,” you pretend to sniff at your arm, as if you’d be able to pin down the scent of your blood.

Astarion shakes his head at you, ruefully. “I meant it when I said you’re the most delectable.” His eyes get a distant look to them, as he thinks. “Maybe it’s because you were the– ehem– first. Or because you're just… you. But you have a lovely flavor.”

Unable to help your own curiosity, you ask, “What do I taste like?”

“It’s hard to pin down.” He pulls your hand to his nose for a long sniff. “But you taste like warmth feels.”

You’re not sure what to say to that, but by the way it’s sending your heart somersaulting, you’re not certain you’d be very coherent anyway. So you just give a little, “Mmm.”

Astarion laughs at your reaction and drops your hand. “Let’s head back to dinner. You’ll have to keep your energy up if we’re to defeat the Absolute or whatever nonsense.” He gets up to leave and you return to reality.

“And to keep my blood tasting warm,” you quip, standing up and following after your vampire.

[amorgansgal]

Wrote a little something for me mostly! I get to be indulgent because it's almost my birthday! As Vanya is my beloved, oblivious druid I've always hc that it was actually the whole gang who had to point out she was pregnant before she caught wind of it herself, so with Astarion at the end saying she was glowing and Shadowheart basically said she was fat, my little fanfic heart got excited!

Halsin x Female Tav (Vanya)

CW: Pregnancy, references to signs and symptoms of pregnancy, alcohol consumption

‘So,’ Shadowheart sauntered over to Astarion and leaned her head close to the man. ‘I’ve heard tell you were a little more subtle than I, you said Vanya was glowing!’

‘I did. Why, what did you say?’

‘I may have said she was a little more… solid.’

Astarion almost guffawed with laughter. ‘You called the woman fat! Shadowheart, where is your grace and decorum?’

Shadowheart rolled her eyes and took another sip of the wine from the goblet she was holding. They both watched Vanya excitedly chit chat with everyone, she was currently in animated discussion with Gale and Karlach. Not much had changed and Shadowheart let out a soft, contented sigh. It was nice to see everyone, even if she had rather put her foot in it. Though she was surprised Vanya hadn’t immediately told everyone the good news.

‘Wait…’ she said and Astarion quirked a brow. ‘You don’t think… Do you think she doesn’t know?’

‘She’s a druid, isn’t all natural life sacred and important? Surely, she would be able to tell immediately.’

‘Well… Vanya can be…’ Shadowheart gestured with the wine goblet.

‘Vanya can be Vanya,’ Astarion finished for her and she gave a rueful shrug and half nod. Granted, she was one of the heroes of Baldur's Gate and granted she was a powerful druid, but Vanya could also be blithely unaware at times. Sometimes he wondered how they managed to survive and why they had all seemingly chosen her as their leader, given she had a propensity for charging into situations without forethought and relied often on blind luck and relentless optimism! She had been exhausting at the best of times, but Astarion would be lying if he ever said he wasn’t fond of her.

‘Do you think Halsin knows?’ Shadowheart asked.

‘Oh, surely, he must do! That bear nose of his must be able to tell when she is… most fertile as it were, he must’ve noticed that her courses have stopped. Is Halsin just waiting for her to figure it out or is he just-?’

‘Waiting for who to figure out what?’ Halsin’s warm baritone rumbled behind them, they both jumped and then turned around, looking rather sheepish.

‘Uh… nothing!’ Shadowheart said quickly.

Astarion sighed, she’d been much better at lying when she followed Shar. ‘We were both just commenting on some changes we’ve noted in Vanya,’ he said, waiting to see if the elf would confirm their suspicions or question them further. Halsin’s eyes twinkled in merriment and he looked over their heads at Vanya, as she smiled and gave Karlach a very happy hug.

‘I have noticed changes in her, but I think she has dismissed them. She told me first of a stomach complaint and when I lay my hands there I knew what actually ailed her. She no longer likes the taste of fish - a shame to me, but one I can live with as long as I can still hunt for boar and deer with her - and yes, her scent changes with the waxing and waning of the moon, but she has only missed two courses. I am waiting for her to realise and to tell me the news,’ Halsin said.

‘Oh! Can’t you just tell her now, Karlach would be so thrilled and Gale too, Wyll as well I’m sure…?’ Shadowheart said.

‘Nay, she will realise it in due course and we will have another excuse to meet again and celebrate.’

‘Spoilsport!’ Astarion muttered, but gave Halsin a smile. ‘Congratulations to you both.’

‘Thank you,’ Halsin replied. ‘But don’t forget to look surprised when we tell you again, in a month’s time or so.’

‘Although,’ Shadowheart mused as Gale and Vanya made their way over to the feast laden table. ‘You may wish to say something, given that there are several bottles of plum fizz on the table and Vanya is partial to that.’

‘Ah…’ Halsin said, watching Vanya’s as she eagerly picked up one of the bottles and read the label. ‘A point well made, good evening to you both,’ and with that he quickly strode over to Vanya.

‘I have a feeling we might have a revelation by the end of the evening, if Halsin does tell her. Gods knows Vanya can’t keep something like that to herself!’ Astarion said and Shadowheart laughed softly. It was good to be amongst friends again.

[static-sulker]

Okay so. How I think the bg3 companions hug. If you even care. If you ever wanted to know I guess….

Karlach? Oh she’s a STRONG hugger. At first after her engine is more or less settled, she’d be a very big hugger but she wouldn’t be the best at it at first. Like she has the energy but doesn’t know what to do with her hands at first. She has been wanting to give affection or hug or literally do anything with people for 10 years, so she is a bit excited to try it all out. She does learn quickly though due to so many fuckin options for hugging. She has a warm embrace type of thing going on which is pretty nice in mix of Astarion or maybe Shadowheart? Also, she is a LONG hugger. Type to have your limbs swaying all about if you get hugged by her.

Wyll is a very good hugger. The type who does a little sway during the hug. Like he’s normally the one rocking the other or soothing your back or something. It's less that he takes charge, but he does try and comfort first. He’s just a nice guy for a good hug. let’s be honest he’s a really nice guy. FUCK I love Wyll. He doesn’t do it all the time, but he doesn’t detest hugs, so if you ask he’s gonna give you a hug. He’s the blade of frontiers, so he is gonna be giving buddies hugs. Part of the code and shit.

so Astarion is changing with the arc here. Act one? If you even get the chance, he may hug you but it’s nothing to long or intimate. It’s usually just a step to something else or more of…A grapple I guess????Unless needed or brought up by somebody else, he's not up for hugs in a platonic or less sexual fashion. Act two he is not gonna be the one initiating the hug still but won’t try and squeeze out as often. Kinda just tucks himself in and can almost relax. Act three and epilouge? Oh bro is just lookin for hugs at that point. Not from anybody mind you, but from the people he trusts? A good hug seems to settle him. He's a bit cold so it's nice for hot days or after a burning battle or something. Normally the one getting hugged, so he has a bit of trouble sometimes taking charge in the hug but bro sometimes tries.

Lae'zel has probably never been hugged in her fucking life. She probably doesn't care for it greatly, probably batting you away at first. She seems the type of hugger to more shield instead of soothe? Like would wrap an arm around somebody when like yelling at an aggressor like an angry sister or parent would. Intimacy that isn't a trick or just sexual doesn't seem to fit well for Lae'zel usually, but I don't really know if she'd HATE hugs. would probably get ringed into one by Karlach a few too many times tho.

Gale is probably a GREAT hugger, not one to go out and give them all around willy nilly but would do like a cradle type situation. Just wrap you in and sway a bit. Definitely a LONG hugger and seems pretty invested in affection. Will put his entire self into the hug just outta nowhere. Like "Oh, thank you for giving me that artifact this morning, it truly was a lovely gesture." and just give you a heart-throbbing hug. His entire thing is that he will do anything for people he cares for and that probably bleeds into his hugs. Also, it's noticeable that Gale wasn't given much physical connection with Mystra, more of the spiritual kind that he describes in his romance scene. He's probably a bit new to it and DEFINITELY starved for it.

Shadowheart is a bit complicated. Act one? Like B-grade hugger. Isn't asking for any and probably won't give many, but she would be okay at em. Hasn't been given any in a long while, probably sense she got taken by shar's followers. If she continues to follow Shar, shitty ass hugs. No doubt it's just quiet and nothing ad no real intimacy. Shar denier? OH THE BEST HUG. Soft and supportive. It's a wild card with Shadowheart. Either the sweetest little hug you'll get after a soft moment or like cold and way to fast.

[loquaciousquark]

Got spoiled twice in casual browsing this afternoon, so decided to go ahead and play through the epilogue on my original Tavish save set so I'd at least get the comfort of seeing the big stuff for the first time on my own. (Thanks to @eponymous-rose for keeping me company despite spoilers!)

I am honestly SO HAPPY with 99% of the epilogue! Everything with Wyll, Karlach, Jaheira, Halsin....if I keep going I'm just going to name all the characters but ESPECIALLY WYLL AND KARLACH. Oh my gosh, the hints towards finding a forge in the Hells! Wyll's eye! His armor looks so unbelievably dumb but I guess when you're living hand to mouth in Avernus you make what you can get. I bet it's not as good as that Helldusk armor I had him in, but oh well.

Tara was there! We got to talk to Tara! And tell everyone Astarion & Tavish were dating! And so many people wanted to talk about what we were doing and what we were up to--ahh, I loved it. I will say I cackled like a loon at the idea of Tav giving a lecture at Blackstar Academy or whatever it is and Astarion sitting at Gale's desk kicking up his feet and knocking over all his desk decorations.

Scratch got new animations! Throwing the astral prism as a fetch object was absolutely inspired, and the little animation set where he just sits down and gnaws on it and throw it around--so unbelievably cute. And he sleeps! He sleeps on its side and it's so STINKIN cute! And the owlbear going to live with Shadowheart--I'm cryyyyying, I'm so happy for her and her cottage and her hoard of animals and her million flowers I'm sure are there.

And even the little QoL things like having a chest full of clothes and dye! So thoughtful and nice! I would have killed that halfling for a potion of animal speaking, though - I'll drink one before the Netherbrain next time to make sure it carries over.

The only teensy weensy tiny itty bitty complaint I have is that I wanted to be able to kiss Astarion at this party. Just once! And I wanted him to go out and be merry with everybody! I'll accept that he's feeling skulky and be satisfied immensely with my hugs, but Tavish on the new run hasn't gotten to Moonrise yet, so I'm starving for a lack of kisses here, augh.

I loved every word Withers said. I loved every second/third/fourth round of dialogue for all the companions. Jergal is such a dang bro and he seemed so enthusiastic to get to hang with the fam. Bless!

I do wonder if it's possible to try to kill people at this party - there were certainly enough death-causing implements and scrolls floating around!

And then the END CREDITS?????????????? Raphael ranting about THE CROWN OF KARSUS?????????????? This does explain why Gale made a point of saying it had gone back to Mystra when we most deffo left that sucker in the river, but HELLS-RELATED DLC???? I THOUGHT KARLACH AND WYLL WERE JUST LEAVING THEIR FATES OPEN-ENDED AND THEN ACTUALLY JK WE MIGHT BE GOING THERE??????????????????

Surely this is a promise of upcoming DLC, surely. I have no idea if they intend this to be paid or free (honestly I think it should be paid) but either way I'll throw every dollar I have at them if and when it comes out. How is Raphael alive. How is Mystra going to keep the crown from him. How are we going to get the gang back together. What does Zariel's area look like!! Will we get to go past level 12!! How is Raphael ALIVE!!

I honestly just had the biggest grin on my face the entire time. Every conversation, every hug, every gesture. What a complete delight, and I can't believe we get it for free.

(Sidenote: I was also beyond overjoyed that this patch also fixed the Astarion epilogue, the broken scars cutscene, and apparently the kisses. Again, Tavish hasn't gotten to at-will kisses yet, and I'm DYING.)

(Sidesidenote: I couldn't get any of my first game saves to load after a certain point [turned out to be due to an old mod I'd uninstalled] and troubleshooting that to get the saves to work again was honestly really fun, ahh.)

[mongoose-bite]

She's so beautiful. And yeah, I got her the Blood of Lethander, despite it taking ages, cause I couldn't find a battleaxe until someone told me there was one in front of the guardian. I had Gale use mage hand to grab it. Got the mace, left, remembered we'd used Shadowheart's mace to solve the puzzle and had to go back and retrieve it. I play BG3 like I play minecraft; constantly forgetting to pick up shit.

That gdilf dragonrider gith showed up again, and then a genuine celebrity, Elminster! In a rare moment of unity, I truly love how the entire party's reaction is 'fuck that,' to Mystra's plan. Even Asterion, which is a relief. Faye doesn't need him to like her, she's content with him making friends. Everybody loves Gale. I suspect he's been giving everyone magic lessons, and good for him. Although, does he offer to do so if you're a wizard too? That would be very condescending.

We went to the shadowlands and Asterion said he wanted to make a deal with the devil. I left him at camp and when I came back to fetch him, having located said devil, he'd come up with another brilliant idea; to rule on high as tadpole monarchs. He does raise a good point about the sheer number of potential infected, and Faye will accept living with it in her head is preferable to dying or tentacles, so she'll humour his wild theory for now. He clearly finds this atmosphere intellectually stimulating, but I kind of wish he didn't as each idea seems worse than the last. If he mentions crypto I'm kicking him out of camp.

He disapproved (of course) of humouring the half-spectre kid in the abandoned house. Just shut up and bear with it; we're lucky no one got possessed or followed back to camp. Not that we could avoid it forever; now we have a new-minted orphan hanging around, although Withers seems to be taking care of her? I guess he never leaves.

Speaking of failing to avoid awkward situations, Wyll invited Faye to dance, and she had to disappoint him. He apologised the next day, using almost the exact same words as Faye did to Halsin. They're good now and Faye can go back to spending hours trying to figure out he dream-friend. He's so chill and relaxed and wants hugs now, but she knows she wears her heart on her sleeve; you can literally read her oath in a book. Saying the right things to her is pretty easy and she knows it.

So. The artifact is gith, if it's an illithid inside, why didn't they just say so? The implication from the gdilf is it's someone else, probably the prince. Is the dream visitor not in the artifact at all, and just taking credit for it? but if that was the case surely we wouldn't have been sent right to it by whatsherface? It makes our heads hurt. What has Shar got to do with this? Maybe it is a weapon against the Absolute, which seems to be the biggest threat here. Illithids = Absolute? Divinity doesn't seem their thing. 

Halsin finally joined us, and Thaniel isn't actually a real kid, so he can hang around camp for a while. The party seems to be divided into two camps on our newest recruit: woof he big, and Shadowheart. Maybe he ate her cheese or something.

He's so nice? So calm? Doesn't guilt-trip you when you leave him in camp. Polite and grateful for all you've done. I need to get him some gear though, and figure out how to druid. Faye is very happy to have him around.

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

A new beginning, a new purpose

Karlach and Wyll are out of Avernus, but with Mizora dead, the warlock has lost all his powers. He struggles to find a new purpose in life. He's not the only one who struggles.

(Trigger warning: smut, fluff, character study)

Notes:

This is a continuation of this fic.

Two other fics (Why do you make me feel this way? & Tav’s gift) are mentioned.

To avoid confusion: In one of my other fanfics Halsin and Tav had named the owlbear cup Naïlo, which means 'night breeze' in the Elven language.

I used official D&D/Forgotten Realms maps to pinpoint the locations of Gale's tower house and the Jade Jug Inn, as well as other locations. The maps can be found here, here, and here.

After three years, Tav had finally gotten her voice back, they'd found a way to fix Karlach's mechanical heart and break Wyll's contract, and gotten them out of Avernus. It would have been a time of celebration, but instead, Wyll was moping. He sat in front of the window of the little room he shared with Karlach in the Jade Jug, staring at the busy intersection of Waterdeep Way and the High Road. He felt lost.

Tav had somehow managed to convince Astarion, Gale, Halsin, and Shadowheart to be in a polyamorous relationship with her and each other. They lived in Gale's tower house which was located at Coin Alley in the Castle Ward, bordering right at the sea, overlooking Naval Harbour. From there, one could directly walk into the small park behind the buildings which bordered at Mount Waterdeep. It was the perfect location to take Scratch and Naïlo on walks and let them run around freely. Their home was too small to host two more people though, thus, Karlach and Wyll had to stay in an inn. The tiefling didn't mind and was just happy to leave Avernus behind and be able to live without the fear of overheating. She finally could touch people again, and that's what she did now. Hugging her friends and smooching their cheeks, arm wrestling with sailors in the Blue Jack tavern next door, shaking hands with inn keepers, bartenders, and merchants. Karlach had kissed Wyll too. They'd grown closer during their time in Avernus, had become lovers even. But they hadn't had sex yet. Wyll felt awkward about it. He hadn't slept with anyone in a long time and he was nervous to screw it up. Also, his mind was busy with other things; mastering the world without powers, facing his father, finding a new purpose... It was all so complicated and scary.

Tav had killed Mizora brutally and without Wyll's consent, annulling his demonic contract. He'd been furious, had yelled at the bard and had said some nasty things he regretted now. Afterwards, he'd basically ran off and barricaded himself in the tavern room. Only Karlach had followed him, had listened to his rants, and hugged him. But after a while, even the good-natured tiefling had gotten tired of his gloomy mood and had excused herself to go for a nice, cold, frothy beer.

Wyll buried his face in his hands and groaned. He was in the process of screwing everything up. The door banged open and Karlach waltzed in with two tankards of beer and a charcuterie board in her hands.

"Heads up, sunshine, I got you some food!"

She slammed the door shut with her foot and placed everything on the small, round table in the middle of the room.

"Thanks," muttered Wyll.

He turned the chair around and unenthusiastically nibbled on a piece of cheese. The tiefling sighed deeply, rolled her eyes, and stuffed some sausage slices into her mouth.

"You know, moping won't get you anywhere," she told him. "Life's not as grim as you make it out to be. We're out of Avernus, my engine's fixed, and you can start over. Get a new purpose and such."

"I didn't ask for a new purpose, Karlach. I was happy where I was," hissed Wyll irritated.

The tiefling looked at him.

"Were you? Really? Did you enjoy being Mizora's pet and following her orders? I don't want to spoil your mood, but I can count on both hands how many times you weren't happy with your situation – and how many times Tav tried to clean up your messes. I don't think I have to mention the entire ruckus about saving your father, do I?"

"No," Wyll grunted into his tankard.

Karlach shoved a slice of cheese into her mouth and remarked: "You should apologise to Tav. You may not like what she did, but she did what had to be done. She freed you, Wyll. Gave you your life back into your own hands. And now, you can do whatever you want. And if it's alright with you, I'll stay with you."

The addressed smiled a little.

"Thank you. I appreciate it. I'd love it if you'd stay by my side."

"That's a relief," laughed the tiefling. "I was worried that you're fed up with me and wanted to get rid of me."

"Never. You've become a solid rock in my stormy life. And you mean a lot to me," admitted Wyll with a heated face.

Karlach beamed at him.

"Aww, you're too sweet."

She leaned over the table and asked: "Can I kiss you?"

The addressed nodded, with his heart jumping in his chest. Karlach connected their lips and Wyll shuddered. Even though her infernal engine was permanently cooled down by the magic of the moon goddess Selûne, the tiefling's skin was still incredibly warm. And Wyll wanted more.

"Can we - Would you mind if - the bed?"

Before he had time to be embarrassed about his stuttering, Karlach got up and walked towards the double bed, pulling her shirt over her head. Wyll stumbled after her, fighting with his clothes. His lover snickered, lending him a hand to get rid of his trousers. Karlach flopped down on the plush mattress, grinning like the cat that got the canary, and was utterly shameless about her nudity. Wyll couldn't take his eyes of her. The red skin, scars, black-inked tattoos, the metal outlets for the heat generated by her mechanical heart, her black hair with red highlights, the pointy ears with dozens of piercings, those golden eyes, the soft lips, and the beaming smile that revealed oh-so sharp white teeth.

"Like what you see?" Karlach asked with a smirk.

"Yes," Wyll admitted without shame.

It paid off and his lover's smile got even bigger.

"Come here. I want to kiss you some more. And I want to touch you. You have no idea how much I crave touching you."

"I can imagine," said Wyll and climbed onto the bed.

The tiefling pulled him into a hug and kissed him while she ran her hands all over his body. The warlock shivered at the touch. She was so gentle even though she could crush him in no time if she wanted to. Teasingly, her sharp fingernails scratched through his happy trail and he moaned. Karlach grinned smugly and did it again.

"Come on, sunshine, let me ride you until we both see stars."

"Yes. Gods, yes," Wyll groaned, kissing her hungrily.

The tiefling pushed him down and straddled him.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this."

She laughed at her lover's equally confused and flustered face. Then, she gingerly placed her hands on his chest and started to move. Wyll's mouth fell open in a moan and he grabbed onto her powerful thighs. She felt amazing around him. Karlach threw her head back, panting, with her sharp teeth on full display. She looked beautiful and strong, and the warlock never wanted to see anyone else on top of him ever again.

"Gods, babe... you're amazing," he whispered.

Karlach gazed at him, replying cheekily: "I know."

She quickened her pace, rolling her hips and dropping her entire weight onto him, using it to her advantage to take him deeper. Wyll's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he moaned and bucked up.

"Mmh, yes," sighed Karlach. She started to draw circles on her clitoris and Wyll could feel her tighten around him. He bit his lip, but couldn't keep his orgasm at bay any longer. He came with a loud, blissful moan, spilling into his lover. Karlach threw her head back and followed him over the edge soon after. She rolled off of Wyll and pulled him into a lazy kiss.

"I'm in heaven," she sighed.

"So am I," Wyll said, and they snickered.

They lay in each other's arms, trying to catch their breath.

"I'm still unsure what I'll do next," the warlock mumbled, "but I'll travel to Baldur's Gate and talk to my father. He deserves to know that I'm back and what happened. I'd like to stay there too. I love my birthplace, and I'd love if you'd come with me."

"Of course I will," smiled Karlach. "I love Baldur's Gate too – despite the fucked up things that happened there. Once we're there, we can figure out what we want to do."

"I'd like to start a family – with you," Wyll blurted out.

"Really?" She smiled. "And you wouldn't mind that half-tieflings will carry the name Ravengard?"

"Of course not! I love you and I want –"

Wyll broke off, embarrassed. Karlach frowned, probing: "You want what?"

"Kids. With you," he muttered.

She smiled softly.

"I'd like that. Little Wylls and Karlachs running around Baldur's Gate. They'll be menaces."

They burst out into laughter. The barbarian kissed the warlock's temple and told him: "You'll find a new purpose, and maybe that new purpose is making a family with me."

She winked at him suggestively and he chuckled. Karlach was right; he'd more than enough time to begin a new chapter in his life, but first, he needed to apologise to Tav and talk to his father. Afterwards, the entire world was waiting to be explored.

Halsin put down his teacup and announced: "I decided to lead the refugees of Baldur's Gate to Thaniel's Realm. The former Shadow-Cursed Lands have recovered and will serve as a new home for them. The refugees deserve a place where they belong and are welcome. Thus, I'll accompany Karlach and Wyll on their journey to Baldur's Gate."

Astarion, Gale, Shadowheart, and Tav looked at him silently, clearly dumbfounded.

"I see," Tav spoke then. "Will you guide them? Will you become their leader and archdruid?"

To her surprise, the addressed shook his head.

"No. I thought about it, but I'm not suitable to be a leader. I don't want to be one. I had to carry such a responsibility for one hundred years, and frankly, it was a burden. I'm not willing to sacrifice my newfound freedom and happiness for such a cause. Do you - do you think that's selfish?"

"No. You know your limits, that's all," Tav answered. "You're allowed to have boundaries and they should be respected."

Halsin nodded with a relieved sigh.

"Would you like my assistance?" asked Gale. "I could portal you all directly to Thaniel's Realm. There's no reason for a strenuous journey if not strictly necessary."

"I appreciate your offer, but I must do this alone," the druid explained. "I'd like to have a new purpose, now, that we found a way to free Karlach and Wyll from Avernus. I'm looking forward to see Thaniel again – and Oliver. If the people are willing to build a new life in Thaniel's Realm, I'll lead them there. A little journey never hurt anyone and it'll give the people time to assimilate to the idea of a new home. Wouldn't you agree?"

The addressed nodded and Halsin smiled at them.

"Thank you. I appreciate your support. I'll be back soon, I promise."

"Don't let us wait too long, love," Tav teased and gave him a quick but gentle kiss.

Halsin huffed a laugh.

"I wouldn't dream of it. I'll be back home soon."

"Good luck and take care."

Smiling, the bard hugged and kissed him again. Halsin had called Gale's tower house 'home' for the first time, and she knew he would hold his promise.

[bludermaus]

Playing through BG3's new epilogue was amazing and emotional!

I got to hug Gale and Halsin, see how Astarion has grown and reminisce with Withers about how Karlach was the best of us and that I'd miss her very very much. I also loved the little subtle hint that Illithids do have souls and can have a happy ending down the line since he told my Tavflayer that she'd meet with Karlach one day

It's a shame Shadowheart was dead and Lae'zel loyal to Vlaakith (I didn't go to the creche AND failed the roll to make her disavow Vlaakith by ONE) in my save, so I didn't get to see them, but that's what multiple playthroughs are for!

Overall, an amazing update that made a nice ending even better! A biiiiiiiiiiiit disappointed that The Emperor didn't show up though, just sent us a letter. It DOES make sense, so I'm not mad, but I wish if you were a Mind Flayer yourself that he'd at least make the effort of going there for your sake. But it's fine, big squid has things to do while I'm the one still attached to my old life and friends... as a Paladin she'll probably never fully leave them behind and will continue visiting them... heck I found it adorable how Gale offered to have me as a guest lecturer at his work and also for me to go crash in his and Tara's tower

[randomfanner]

Get To Know Your Tav

I found this from @piipaw blog and I wanted to do it too for Anya (and maybe Orion and Calax).

Anya Drakencoat | High-Half Elf | College of Lore Bard | She/Her | Age: Mid to Late-Twenties

What is your Tav’s…

Favorite Weapon: Sorrow - It is a weapon she can use with long reach and also sorrowful lash is a go to bonus action because Shadowheart heals.

Style of Combat: Anya tends to stay back and use ranged spells like scorching ray and also a good amount of buffing.

Most Prized Possession: Her 'Cloak of Many Pockets' - it is like a safety blanket she always has on when adventuring and it carries all of her poems !

Deepest Desire: Friends who aren't going to leave her.

Guilty Pleasure: Anya has found, after the encounter with Abdirak in the Goblin Camp, she is a masochistic. So pain, apparently.

Best-Kept Secret: Anya doesn't actually have any friends. She has co-workers, she had friends, but she has no friends at the start of the game. She is trying to fix that though!... doesn't stay fixed for long it feels though.

Greatest Strength: Very friendly to basically everyone and is always willing to help those in need!

Fatal Flaw: You can do anything to this girl and she will just accept it and forgive you. She will get extremely angry if you are mean to someone else but transfer that behavior to her and she becomes a doormat.

Favorite Smell: The Sea Breeze, not only is it the scent of Baldur's Gate and Home, it is also what her uncle uses to scent himself.

Favorite Spell or Cantrip: Scorching Ray - Pewpewpewpewpewpew Speak with Animals - Anya has found speaking with animals is a great way to get information and always makes sure to greet the day by casting it Enhance Ability - Who wants like +20 to persuasion with advantage? Anya does. Enhance ability makes it happen. (Guidance can be included in this)

Pet Peeve: Anya will fist fight you if you are rude to wait staff at a restaurant. (also lip smacking well eating gets on her nerves a bit)

Bad Habit: Biggest bad habit? Putting others before herself. Minor bad habits? Biting her nails most certainly is one of them.

Hidden Talent: Anya has a deep knowledge of the arcane, she could even rival some wizards with the knowledge she has horded up there.

Leisure Activity: Poetry, it is also how she gets her spells but she just really enjoys doing it.

Favorite Drink: Hot drinks: Coffee. Cold drinks: Apple Juice

Comfort Food: Strawberry Shortcake - there is a bakery in the upper city and the owner, a nice old halfling lady, is rather fond of Anya so every time Anya gets back from a job, she will get a free slice!

Favorite Person: Gale! From the moment he popped out of the portal Anya got excited because she had heard of the Wizard of Waterdeep and oh gods, he is right here! She has so many questions for him and wants to get to know more about him. And when she does well... he certainly isn't what she expected in the best ways. Shadowheart is someone who accidentally gets saddled with Anya because she was nice to her, keeps her from not dying and now has a golden retriever as a human following her around. Anya wants to get to know her but does stay her hand because she doesn't want to be too annoying or pushy.

Favored Display of Affection (platonic and/or romantic): Platonically be warned, Anya is a hugger. She will open her arms and offer a hug quite often when things are getting distressing and will 100% cuddle with Karlach after she gets her heart fixed. Romantically - hugging, kissing, cuddling, most physical affection like that. However she also writes poem and will just slide them over.

Fondest Childhood Memory: Playing and sharing food with her old friend in Bloomburg Park. Anya would like to see him again.

@bg3-stole-my-soul Now you gotta do it.

[nuclear-frog]

Baldur's Gate 3 Playthrough Complete!

After 183 hours! Some final thoughts as well as details about the ending I got and where everyone ended up!

Will I play it again? I do not know. It is SO LONG. It has utterly consumed me for weeks. I need to put it down for a while at least. But I am satisfied with my ending and it's been so much fun!

Spoilers after the cut.

Raphael's battle theme was baller.

I wish I'd bothered to keep Jaheira alive at Moonrise, because being forced to kill Minsc as a result did not feel very nice.

Before fighting the brain, Orpheus declined to hear me out on the whole "if we need an illithid, I know a guy in the city who could be persuaded to help," so he therefore volunteered to become an illithid himself for the drama~. I was able to persuade him not to kill himself for the drama, though, so he is alive and well someplace where he keeps an eye on Lae'zel as she conquers Vlaakith and leads her people to glory.

In the end, we all lived. Except the Emperor, who didn't believe in the crew so hard that he just decided to join the haters.

Gale and I got married because I have a thing for nerds and he is a sweetheart. He goes back to Waterdeep and becomes a professor at his old school.

Wyll and Karlach stayed in Avernus and they do Doomslayer sh*t on the daily. At the timeskip party, it sounds like they fell in love and that is EXACTLY what I want for Karlach! Also they have leads on a fix for her engine! And I can hug her at the timeskip party!! But only once. Also, Wyll's somehow able to visit his dad? And his dad is proud of him.

Astarion has his freedom and is accepting of his inability to walk in the sun, but he's definitely keeping his eyes out for a solution. I was under the impression he'd go join the other spawn in the Underdark, but he did not explicitly say so. He is doing some general heroic adventuring! He seems satisfied. Though he is salty Withers did not provide blood for him to drink at the timeskip party. Fair.

Shadowheart has been chilling in a Selunite temple in Waterdeep this whole time and has presumably seen Gale AND Tara but not ME?? Gale has some explaining to do. Actually, that was only one stop. She's been travelling the world while fighting off the odd Sharran attacker or two. She accepts as many hugs as you want to give her, 10/10.

Halsin is the most precious. He has set up a settlement for refugees in what used to be the Shadowlands. He is much more at peace there and tells stories to the children. I'm glad he's settled and seems to have found his purpose. Also, he whittled me a duck! You can hug him as many times as you want, too (10/10).

The owlbear cub has made several new friends! One of which he ate in revenge. Well. I always have pets to spare for my good boy. I volunteered Shadowheart to take care of him and they were both exstatic with the arrangement. Apparently Shadowheart gave him many pets and treatos on our adventures, which is a cute tidbit to learn. I could also have volunteered Halsin, but I thought Shadowheart would most benefit from another companion.

Scratch is living with a new owner in Baldur's Gate and is still very happy to see you. I always have pets to spare for my good boy.

Volo came uninvited! He wanted to let me know he's been writing tales of our heroic deeds and forging my name on all the associated paperwork. Why did I help him, again?

Withers booked a bard named Milil to play for us during the party. He is apparently Important, but I know nothing about DnD lore, so I am grateful for my successful Religion check. He was upset no one knew who was playing for them. I told him it was an honor to listen to him and that seemed all he needed to cheer up. He and I and Volo all played a song together.

There are a bunch of letters from people you've helped in a box. My top 3 reveal that Alfira opened up a bard school, Arabella is learning magic from Gale (whom she calls Beard Man), and Dammon wants Karlach to call him, lol.

There are newspaper clippings on the wall beside the letter box that, among other things, mourn Minsc and Jaheira's deaths. I'm so sorry.

[avionvadion]

Kai'mana has finally gotten some decent camp clothes! The drow clothing looks super good on her with her scales, honestly. Astarion got the armor, Kai'mana got the clothing, lol.

Mostly just screenshots of my Dark Urge Kai'mana being pretty, but there are ASTARION ROMANCE SPOILERS below.

This is my second playthrough (because I lack self-restraint) so there are mentions of things that are revealed in Act Two.

ASTARION, PLEASE. XD

BABY. FEATHER BABY.

PROTECC

SHE GETS TO CARRY HIM!???? I LOVE IT.

I guess Dragonborn do count as the "buff" body type...

I can't actually believe they had the Dragonborn smooch. With their snouts, I figured Dragonborn would kinda... nuzzle or bump noses??? Something really affectionate and cute. Anyways, that's my headcanon. Astarion can place kisses to her snout, but she'd nuzzle his hair or something.

I do wish there was a way to trigger the romance without having to sleep with him, though. Especially since he later clearly expresses in Act Two that he's sex-repulsed/demisexual.

It's so interesting romancing Astarion from the beginning again, because you can tell when he's being genuine and putting on an act. And it's so sad. I want to give him all the hugs.

SHE'S. SO. FREAKING. PRETTY. LOOK AT HER SCALES. GORGEOUS. I LOVE HER SO MUCH. AHHHHHHHHHHH. HAVE YOU SEEN A PRETTIER DRAGONBORN DRUID???

Just... another screenshot of Kai'mana being ridiculously gorgeous, don't mind me. Also, I like that Volo was nice enough to replace her eye with a matching pink one- even though it's not necessarily identical, since the sclera of the fake one is white whereas the iris of her real eye takes up the whole space.

Gods, you're really pretty too. Even though I know the truth. T_T

NEW ARMOR. DYED.

She looks so badass. :3

I thoroughly enjoy how different her scales look in the different lightings. Sometimes they're the usual, sometimes they look purple with blue accents, sometimes they're black with blue accents- it's so fun. Really adds to the mystique, me thinks, and the charm.

I love this silly man so much.

Imagining Kai'mana and Astra (my Tav) in the same playthrough is so fun. But also I feel like if they both existed Kai'mana would actually be paired with Gale, since I love Astra with Astarion too much. That said, Kai'mana would still have that little thing with Shadowheart in the beginning because of how much they just click and get along, before realizing they're better off as besties.

Astra is the brains, Kai'mana is the brawn- Astra knows better than to have people poking her eyeballs, Kai'mana is like, "Y'know what? Couldn't hurt to try" and can now see invisible, lol.

And Astra would make sure BARD BESTIE IS SAFE.

Anyways, this is Astra for those who don't know. :3

Yes, I'm obsessed with the color blue. T_T

Her full name is Astra Tav'aria Duskraalis! Tav'aria is the pseudonym she uses for her works, as she is a Sorcerer Bard, while Duskraalis is her Drow surname. Her mother was a Wood Elf, while her father was Seldarine Drow.

[lehdenlaulu]

Liveblog of Act 2 continues:

Decided to skip the Mausoleum for now and woke up Art from his little shadow nap instead. Turned out to be a good idea because now I got Halsin. Who immediately gave me all kinds of wedding vows. 😂 Okay, not really. But... guess that's just how the dude rolls. Hah.

He's also a true himbo, huh? Kind of heart, jacked as hell, dumb of ass. INT 8, y'all. Took pity on his saving throws and gave him a couple of extra points. Okay, to be fair his STR is not that impressive either, considering.

Took him to look for Oliver and he and Shadowheart immediately started insulting each other. 😂

And of course half the camp immediately started going 'ooh, nice muscles' about him. 😂

He's adorable, though. And I'm honestly still so glad for both us and Dave Jones that we got to keep him

Okay, got the romance scene with Gale under slightly better circumstances, and tried to talk him out of the whole sacrificing himself thing of course, and decided to forgo his illusions because I feel like that's what Valisa would choose. Didn't expect the fade to black, though, huh.

...but of course, I had to see the illusion version as well. His tower in Waterdeep! 🥹 The book seduction from the EA! Didn't go all the way with the illusion though because, again, Valisa prefers reality in the end. Or something as close to it as is possible in a dream.

Gods, but that little relieved, slightly incredulous laugh when you tell him you're in love with him too?? 🥺🥺🥺

Now I'm here all misty-eyed because it's all so beautiful and he's so happy and she's so happy and they're so in love and even though he's now resolved to stay alive I'm not counting on a happy ending just yet. Mystra, I swear to Ao I'll punch you in the tits yet if you pull some bullshit. 😭

"I said exactly what I meant: I love you. You should never, never doubt that." I won't. 😭

I'm really glad they slowed it down from what it was in EA because it's so much more believable now, that they're genuinely in love by this point. Especially with him telling what the deal is well before things proceed to this level. So good. 💜

...huh, I got the option to 'dump' Karlach for Gale when I talked to her?? Here I thought I turned her down the first time around?? Did the game consider me giving her a hug a romantic thing?? What is this, Dragon Age?? Okay, to be fair, DOS2 kinda did that too. Wyll at least apparently took the hint when I turned him down after the dance. So maybe it's a bug.

I mean, the game still hasn't had a proper first patch yet, lots of little things that are a little off, it's to be expected.

Anyway, think I'll end this on a happy note and do all the big stuff the next time.

[yourworsttotebag]

I've put up some fics about my Tav, Evie, and it turns out I have a ton to say about her! So if you're curious about her as a character then this might interest you!

As far as her background, Evie is from a Kennedy/Rockefeller-type family of sorcerers in Baldur’s Gate. She’s the youngest of three sisters meaning she has a lot of privilege and money but basically no responsibility. No one is looking to her to maintain the family name and barring a catastrophic incident, she will never be its figurehead. She is not Prince William - Evie is one of the ones you see at a royal wedding with a big hat and you’re like, “Oh, isn’t she one of them? Stevie, I think?”

I don’t think this makes Evie a cruel person. She’s just young, directionless, and doesn’t like to get dirty. This start doesn’t preclude her from becoming the leader of the group but she does have to work on it. Imbuing her life with adventure and purpose will really help her flourish. Even after her heel-face turn, Evie will still cut people down for hurting her friends and probably tell them their outfit looks like shit.

How she interacts with each companion is under the cut. I got really into it, as you’ll see.

Astarion: Even with the “dagger to your throat” introduction, Evie and Astarion click immediately. She isn’t as intense about it as Astarion but she does tend to agree that the way the party stops for every bird with a bent wing is a little nuts, right? They are always having fun together even if it’s sometimes a little mean. Evie sees through Astarion’s seduction attempt immediately and thinks that gives her the upper hand but there is no upper hand in a healthy relationship, which she doesn’t realize until she’s already stuck to him for good. She falls into that classic fake dating spiral of “my beloved was just pretending to like me so I can’t possibly reveal that I actually love them,” and she tries to bury herself in all of her new responsibilities.

Once they figure things out, they stay together because they grow side by side and the ways that they support and shape each other will bond them forever. Evie will always look to Astarion to celebrate an accomplishment. Astarion will grumble vaguely about her “being so heroic, ugh,” even while he’s following all of her kind-hearted plans and kissing the crown of her head. Can two vain blondes with bad attitudes make each other better? Yes, I like to think so.

Shadowheart: Evie kind of rubs everyone the wrong way at the beginning of their journey but she scraps the most with Shadowheart. Part of this is just about Evie’s personality when they meet. She’ll really only help after some cajoling and has no tact. Another aspect is that Shadowheart kind of resents Evie for having a secure upbringing where people gave her everything she wanted and loved and protected her. Shadowheart is not in the business of coddling a frivolous noble, and while Evie deserves to have more asked of her, Shadowheart does sometimes border on needling her.

They would be very cute though once Evie has a purpose and bothers to start using her 20 charisma on her friends. Evie will loudly clock every time that Shadowheart is nice to her and Shadowheart will only really play at protesting when Evie hugs her and presses their cheeks together. They both develop big fat crushes but there’s a little too much Astarion in the mix for Shadowheart and Evie to get to that next level of romantic intimacy, even when they’re both free to date. I also don’t think their post-Illithid cure plans would really align, preventing them from being good long-term romantic partners. It wouldn’t damage their bond though and they would stay very close no matter how tangled up their feelings ever became.

Gale: Evie and Gale also clash but not in a “maybe I’d kiss you if you were less annoying” way. Just a standard, by the book, “I don’t really get you” way. They’re both stubborn when they think they’re right and have that natural sorcerer vs. wizard rivalry. Evie probably pushes a little too hard on this rivalry at first and then doesn’t get why Gale is annoyed about it. But Gale never forgets that Evie wanted to keep him around even after learning about his condition. They’re both witty and like doing over the top magic stunts, they can’t stay mad at each other for long. When they aren’t fighting for their lives every day, they’re able to bond over their shared love of fine foods.  

Romance wise, I don’t think they’d click. It would not even occur to them to try dating. Evie had ONE really intense sex dream about Gale and spent about a week dropping things whenever he talked to her and avoiding all eye contact. Gale figured she was just really sick of him.

Karlach: Karlach tries to be the most understanding with Evie while she’s figuring out how to be on her own and play nice with others. She’s not afraid to call Evie out but she does it with a lot of love and doesn’t try to make it a big argument. Evie tries to push back but Karlach is so good to her that she crumbles almost immediately and just wants them to stay friends. Karlach calls Evie “kid” a lot and at first Evie hates it. Then one day Karlach tenderly says, “I’m proud of you, kid,” and Evie cries.

Since their relationship is the most similar to an older sibling and her twerp kid sister, I don’t see Karlach and Evie being romantically interested in each other. Once Karlach is cooled off and trying to find love again, Evie is going to want to gossip about every detail of her dates afterwards.

Wyll: I keep thinking there would be a high probability that Evie and Wyll have met before. They probably met at some high society party when they were teenagers and Wyll wrote Evie off as a typical Baulder’s Gate rich kid. He would be pretty shocked to find her in the druid grove but not shocked to see her starting to take charge. Wyll tends to see the best in people and he’ll tell Evie that he always knew she was capable of anything she wanted and that he’s proud of the path she’s taking. He’s definitely not above a little bit of gossip about nobles they both know.

Wyll might be a little too princely for Evie to seriously consider dating. I mean, she’s interested in Astarion and Shadowheart for Christ's sake, she’d probably be worried that asking Wyll out would ruin his life. Evie wants to stay with someone for the long haul but probably not be married right away and settle into domestic bliss. There’s a tiny part of her that wonders what life would be like if they had both just stayed in Baulder’s Gate, if anything could have happened between them. Evie also wonders what it means that she still thinks Wyll is handsome after his transformation.

Lae’zel: Lae’zel will be annoyed if she feels Evie isn’t pulling her weight but she absolutely doesn’t care about any personal abrasiveness. She’s not exactly about to back down from a fight either and expects the same from her companions. Lae’zel is also a soldier and doesn’t mind that Evie kind of wants to be the boss and sometimes tells her no. As long as Evie is standing her ground, Lae’zel can respect her resolve. She will insist that Evie learn a little more physical combat from her if she’s supposed to be their de facto leader. Lae’zel doesn’t go easy on her but it toughens Evie up in a way no one else can.

Romantically, Evie would be a non-starter for Lae’zel. She does not have time for this 25 year old goofball making googly eyes at a vampire and making out with her goth bestie. If Lae’zel isn’t at the top of Evie’s list, then she doesn’t even want to be on it. 

Halsin: I haven’t gotten to spend a lot of in-game time with Evie and Halsin yet so my thoughts are still cooking but I think they’d have an interesting dynamic. Halsin never meets Evie when she’s at her worst. He only sees her taking her first tentative steps into adventure, rescuing him from a prison cell and mowing down goblins to save the innocent. I think Evie would have this tiny crisis where she’s like, “What if he only thinks he likes me but he doesn’t really know me? What if I disappoint him when he realizes I’m terrible?” But Halsin is much older and wiser and he’d try to impart on Evie that the “old you” isn’t a distinct different person that you have to be ashamed of or kill. She’s just changing and Halsin appreciates Evie on any part of her journey.

Romantically, I’m honestly not sure yet. I kind of take Astarion at his word that he doesn’t mind his partner wanting to explore some avenues with other people. And I think it would be a little heady and exciting for Evie that someone sees her as competent and heroic. I wonder if their interests might be too different to translate into romantic compatibility. It’s unclear to me.

[madwomansapologist]

I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!! My so different, and yet so similar request is so good! You have no idea how excited I was to see my request 😍 I'm surprised the first picture attached is how I imagined Tav to wear 😲 English is a weird language even though it's my first language and I love it so I don't blame you 😅 I love it especially Karlach can tell how cautious Tav is, she sees Tav as a side of the coin since plenty of things won't matter if no one is seeing it like no reading a book 📖, she's aware of how different Tav is from her, she also knows how similar she is to Tav, she knows how terrified Tav is yet they're brave enough to face whatever in their way to lead & protect their party 👍, she likes all of their sides 🤭, she felt terrible knowing that both Wyll & Tav were thrown away by their families at such a young age especially she used to think all nobles had good lifes 🥺, she promised to hug Tav so tightly their bones will turn to dust 🤣, Rolan genuinely thought how Tav acted is an act they put on 😅, he also hates how Tav still tried to help him even when he doesn't want to & as if he's the bad guy 😞, he knows they didn't use that against him & just wants him to stop being so harsh on himself 🥺, how he realised how much burdens they're carrying when they told him about their family, he agreed that they're not at fault 🥺, how they're a good person for saving so many people when when it's unwanted 😭, he found it quite difficult to hate them after this 👍, what he said to them though (I love Rolan but he can such a mean man who can't be honest 🤣), Zevlor could tell how many people Tav is helping in THEIR OWN PARTY (SO true though 🤣 Was it about Astarion, Gale, and Dark Urge? I really don't know! I was just guessing 🤔), he found it alluring at how sweet & caring they are with leading some of them most troubled people (He had a point!), he's grateful Tav is the leader for saving him even though he doesn't know how they got themselves in this position 🤔, he didn't expect them to defend him & go through the trouble of saving him 🥺, he thought they're the best person to judge him if they knew everything 🥺, they accepted him & told how much they understand why it was so tempting for him 🥺, he told them that they should hate him & want him dead (He's so hard on himself 🥺), and he told them he has another debt he can't ever repay them 🥺 Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :) Can I request now? Only if you don't mind of course!

it was so nice to read this! got me really happy and motivated. also it was about shadowheart, gale, astarion and durge. i love those fics were people but tav and durge in the same party so i wanted to try it too!

you're free to request anytime! if i close my requests it will appear on the ask box, so feel welcome to drop as many ideas as you like!