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josgalaxy · 1 month ago

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MY PERSONAL RANKING OF BALDUR'S GATE 3 COMPANIONS FROM WORST TO BEST (spoiler alert!!!)

Of course this is just my humble and personal opinion, let me know if you agree! Trigger warning, I have a lot to say:

11. The Emperor

I know he's not technically a companion, but let's be honest, he is with Tav since day one. Let's just say this one is a shady bitch. From the get go I didn't trust the Emperor, and going forward with the game my suspicions were confirmed. Not only he literally exploited everyone that could help him reach his goals, but he shows no true loyalty to anyone but to himself.

Proof that the Emperor is just a gaslighting bastard: 1. Lied to the whole party by changing his appearence to seem more trustworthy 2. Killed his dragon bestie Ansur that was just trying to find a cure for him. 3. Kept a Gith prince imprisoned to exploit his power and was willing to eat his brains out to get more powerful. 4. Tried to sleep with Tav and secure their trust (btw, a kinky bitch). 5. LITERALLY SIDED WITH THE BIG BAD NETHERBRAIN as soon as Tav was not okay being manipulated anymore (like babygirl, you spent the entire game telling me we had to kill that thing and now you're ending up siding with it? Excuse me??)

So, yes, The Emperor deserves to rot and I was very happy to fry that calamari.

10. Minsc (and Boo)

So, I haven't played bg2, so I don't have that kind of attachment to the old characters. I don't mind that he is juts this brainless hunk, and I like the fact that he carries a cute hamster with him. He kinda reminds me of Kronk, and I love Kronk so he gets a few points for that. But other than some muscles, dumb jokes, and Boo, what else is there?

Let's just say that he made me smile a couple of times, but I got bored of him (but not the hamster) almost instantly.

9. Jaheira

Same here folks, I appreciate Jaheira but I don't feel that attached to her as the rest of the companions (probably because of the fact that she and Minsc are introduced in the game quite late). I mean, you get this badass milf Elf (mother is mothering) that can turn into a panther and has a cute accent... how can you not like her? But do I find her as interesting as other chatacters in the game? Not really.

I would probably share a drink with the tho, to hear all the stories from back in her day.

8. Wyll

Before any of you come for me for putting The Blade of the Frontier this low, let me explain. I like Wyll, I like the fact that he is a dancer, he's romantic, and that his main goal is to help people. I mean, he made a pact with a literal devil to save his city! Don't get me wrong, I think I would be friends with him irl, but as for character growth and depth, I think he passes off to be more bland than the rest of the companions, probably for his too goody two shoes attitude.

Let's just say if he was a spice, he would be flour. Sorry.

7. Minthara

You see, a long time ago my first playthrough, when I met Minty, I seriously contemplated killing all the Tieflings just to be with her. This is just to let you have an idea of the hold this woman has on me. HAVE YOU SEEN HER? Apart from being a hottie, and incredibly useful in combat as a paladin, she is hilarious without even trying. When you see an [ ! ] over her head you know for a fact she is about to tell something UNHINGED. I'm gagging.

Anyway, just so you know I haven't sacrified the tieflings to recruit her. I'm not a monster. I simply knocked mommy out and found her in Moonrise Towers.

6. Lae'zel

I believe Giths and Drows are quite similar: they both crave violence and see any kind of kindness and compassion as weaknesses. But what makes Lae'zel a better character than Minthara, is the fact that she evolves from her prejudices and violence, while the drow doesn't. She starts off as this ruthless and closeminded character, but later on she learns to challenge authority and her tyrant, save her people, find compassion in others and fall in love.

I think her romance is one of the best ones in the game. It starts off as a simple one night stand where she tries to dominate you, pure physical, but then she starts to soften and open up to Tav. I mean the rooftop scene where she calls you Source of my Joy?? Sounds more like Bae'zel to me.

5. Gale of Waterdeep

To be honest, Gale is literally my type irl: a hot scruffy nerd whose ideal Saturday night is reading a book and drinking some wine in front of the fireplace. Also, he has a cat! He is a bit of yapper, I know, but I find him quite charming, even though he eats magical boots from time to time in order not to explode and kill everyone in the vicinity

I believe Gale had the potential to be a heart-throb, but the only thing that gave me the ick about him, was the fact that he is too obsessed with his ex! I get it, she is the goddess of magic, but that doesn't change the fact the she literally groomed him since he was a child. He was willing to go full Manhattan Project just to get her approval. You are cute magic man, but you need to get over your ex.

4. Halsin

May the Oakfather protect me. He is such a dreamboat. He is kind and forgiving with everyone, loves animal and nature - duh, is great with kids, and let's not forget he is absolutely gigantic (points for him). He even carves out a wooden duck for you at the end, so cute! I love the fact that he knows his boundaries and is particularly attentive to respect everyone, like when he flirts with Tav but will wait for them to speak with their partner in order to have an open relationship.

I know he may not have the same depth some other characters have, but who cares?? Teddy Bear over here is fine as he is. What can I say, I'm a sucker for big men that try to be gentle.

3. Shadowheart

Shar's favourite Princess is one of my favourite characters in the game. She starts off as being wary and skeptical about Tav, but she quickly opens up as soon as one shows her kindness. Which is heartbreaking since she led her life following the Lady of Loss, hence without any kindness or compassion. Her backstory is particulary well made, so that you can truly see her growth: from standoffish, she ends up being such a goofy and sweet character. From putting all her faith in a goddess that has literally taken everything from her, she then learns how to discover herself and prioritise her feelings for the first time. I love that for her.

She is quite frustraing sometimes since she keeps missing in combat, but we love our emo babygirl anyway.

2. Astarion

So, the only reason I didn't put Astarion in first place, is because I know for a fact that in real life I would LOATHE the man. But we're not irl, so his gaslighting and manipulative tricks are overshadowed by his witty answers, his flirtatious expressions and the incredible velvety voice of his (thanks Neil Newbon). And to think that I thought I had successfully avoided the Vampire phase... well, I hadn't met this diva right here.

His backstory is one of the most heartbreaking, and with the right choices, I believe he can grow more than any other companion, which is why he is such a fan favourite among the fans. He starts off as being a vain and manipulative twink, but as you get to know of his past and the horrible things he has been through, you realise he is simply a victim that doesn't know any better.

I just love his confession scene to Tav: "I had a nice, simple plan - seduce you and manipulate your feelings. All you had to do was fall for it. And all I had to do was not fall for you... which is where my nice simple plan fell apart." EXCUSE ME?? WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT??

1. Karlach

She's an icon, she's a legend, and she is the moment.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Karlach officially is the most likable companion of this messy rank. From the first moment you meet her, it's so difficult not to fall in love with this fireball of energy and kindness. Her backstory is probably the saddest of them all: a hopeful kid that gets betrayed and forced to live with a deadly engine that will one day burn her from the inside, like a tragic metaphor for an illness.

She is also smocking hot (and not just because she is literally burning), I mean, the tats, the muscles, the badass hair and half horn?? Child, she ate and left no crumbs. She is a total smokeshow, and despite her bubbly personality she is not afraid to be a bit sexy and flirtatious. Can we talk about the: "I wanna ride you 'till you see stars" YES MA'AM, PLEASE MA'AM.

But in spite of everything bad that has happened to her, Karlach is always smiley, loves her friends deeply and uses every moment to be a goofball and dance around. She is too pure for this world, which is why you feel that her horrible fate is particularly unfair to someone like Karlach. To be honest, her scene in the harbour after defeating the brain is heartbreaking.

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So folks, here it is my personal ranking from least to most likable companions of Baldur's Gate 3.

Let me know what do you think!

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djarincore · 1 year ago

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Down by the River pt. 2

SUMMARY: Wyll accidentally finds you bathing in the river.

PAIRING: Wyll x reader

WORD COUNT: 1k

TAGS: slight hurt/comfort, fluff, nudity

A/N: another version of this fic but with Wyll I just love this trope sm I wanted to write it again LMAO

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The horns on Wyll's head weighed him down—both metaphorically and literally. The new, extra weight to balance made him uneasy on his legs, which earned him extra cuts and bruises in battle, as well as a singed ego.

He was only as good as his blade. And what good was The Blade of Frontiers if he couldn't even use his blade? Who could he protect if he was stumbling around and people feared his new appearance?

The sun had set long ago and his fellow companions were readying themselves for bed. It was the perfect time to slip away and lament over his new appearance in solitude.

He wandered through the forest aimlessly, ignoring how late the hour was getting. His path eventually led him towards the river where the sounds of water could wash away his thoughts.

Unfortunately for him, the time for quiet respite would have to wait.

As soon as he reached the river, he locked eyes with you, chest-deep in the water. Your eyes widened, but you remained frozen.

“Gods, I'm sorry,” he apologized, averting his gaze to the ground. “I didn't mean to disturb you.”

He didn't expect to see you here. Last he saw you, you were exchanging recipe ideas with Gale by the campfire. He hadn't realized he was gone from camp for so long.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You didn't disturb me. I was just taking a dip—care to join?”

It certainly was tempting. Especially when the offer came from you.

“I won't bite,” you teased, smiling to show off your non-pointed teeth.

“No, unfortunately, that's Astarion’s job.”

The two of you shared a sly smile. Teasing the vampire spawn happened to be a favorite pastime the two of you shared.

Of course, it was all fun and games. Astarion would always come up with a quick quip to shut the two of you right up, something about how the two of you should put your mouths to better use on each other. That little comment always worked, sending you and Wyll in opposite directions to pretend to scout for supplies.

“So, are you coming in or are you going to leave poor, defenseless me here all alone?” You pouted, pressing both hands over your heart. Though you pretended to look like an innocent maiden, he knew your fighting prowess was a match for him. You could easily fend off whatever malice lurked in the forest, but he would play along.

“How can I say no when you put it like that?”

With a beaming smile, you covered your eyes but left a small sliver between your fingers open.

Wyll wouldn’t say he was a shy man, but to have you watching him made the moment feel too intimate. All at once he could feel his shirt brush over every ridge along his back as he lifted it over his head. And he was keenly aware of the fabric catching on his horns.

“What’s wrong?” Your hand had gone below the water again. Any amusement is replaced with concern.

He was aware of so much wrong with his new body that he failed to realize he was frowning. He tossed his shirt on a rock at the water's edge.

“It's just… me,” he said, like it was something so obvious. He looked like a monster—a devil. You and all your companions had to see it too.

Your brows furrowed and you reached out a hand above the water, droplets fell from your fingertips as you beckoned. “Come here.”

“I-” He swallowed. “Can you turn around?”

You nodded and turned, waiting for his okay. He shed the last of his clothing, leaving it all in a neat pile where his shirt was. He slipped into the river soon after, taking in a sharp breath when the cold waters bit his skin.

He wadded behind you. The water reached just below his pectorals.

“You can turn around now,” he said. He almost wanted to hold his breath. He felt more vulnerable now more than ever. So close to you and completely bare.

You turned and moved closer, hoping to catch his eye. “You know I don't see you any differently.”

He laughed bitterly, turning his head down. His reflection rippled in the water, obscuring any clear reflection. He was glad—he was afraid of seeing the devil looking back.

“I'm serious.” Your hand moved to cradle his jaw, tilting his head up. His eyes were still downcast, sullen, lost in his murky reflection. “Have I ever lied to you?”

“No, but-”

He just couldn't see it anymore—the hero he was, was now just a devil in the reflection.

“Can I kiss you?”

His gaze finally snapped up to yours, mouth falling agape. You wore a cheeky smile.

“A kiss? I-” He felt his cheeks begin to warm. “You want to kiss me?”

“Yes, I have for a while now,” you confessed.

His heart was beating wildly because he felt the exact same, if he was being honest.

The slight nod from his was all it took for you to lean in and meet his lips. He could taste the sweet mead from dinner still lingering on your lips.

“Oh, finally,” an exasperated voice spoke from the bushes.

You both jumped away from the kiss and looked to find Astarion pushing aside some foliage to step out into the clearing.

“What in the Hells are you doing here?” Wyll demanded.

“Looking for a snack, of course. I guess I ended up following the scent of two lovebirds instead.” His signature smirk pulling across his pale face.

“Oh, piss off, Astarion.” You rolled your eyes and splashed some water in his direction. There was no need to be embarrassed by his comments now that the two of you knew your feelings for one another.

The vampire turned with a haughty laugh and called over his shoulder, “Don't stay out too late, lovers, or I'll be telling everyone why the two of you are exhausted in the morning.”

When Astarion disappeared into the brush, you smirked. “Is it too late to stake him?”

“I think I saw a few decently sized pieces of wood on my way here.”

“Lead the way.”

#wyll x reader #wyll x tav #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 headcanons #wyll ravengard #bg3 fic #wyll ravengard x reader

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merrinla · 1 year ago

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Does anyone remember scenes with demons in Dragon Age? When you meet them in the Fade and they try to subdue you with illusions and moral tricks. It seems something like this was planned for the finale of BG3.

In the dialog files there are drafts of illusions that Netherbrain used against your companions. But apparently this idea was abandoned at an early stage. Illusions are not written for all companions and there is only a brief description in the files.

With the players being so close to the Netherbrain, they start to see things that shouldn't exist around them. The Netherbrain attempts to get under the skin of the player characters, digging into their weaknesses, failures, and insecurities.

Shadowheart |I'm so sorry, so sorry...| Elder Brain: |haha... HA... ..pathetic... HAHAH| Narrator: |A figure that looks a lot like Shadowheart is knelt over and sofly crying, holding something close to her chest.| Narrator: |She turns her attention towards you, now in clear view of the object in her hand. The head of her father lost in a vacant gaze.| Elder Brain: |lost to shadow... ..WEAK... BETRAYER!| |She returns to looking at the head, gently brushing her fingers upon its cheek.|

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #bg3 spoilers #astarion #gale #halsin #lae'zel #shadowheart #wyll #bg3 datamine

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shadowshrike · 1 year ago

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Astarion on Halsin Leaving

I can't stop thinking about Astarion's lines when Halsin chooses to leave your party, so have a fun mini-analysis. Note that this text is pulled via datamining because I don't have all the appropriate saves atm. Since the context of your personal story is everything in this game and can wildly change how lines come across, please take my thoughts here as a fun exercise with the text and nothing more.

I think the things that are needed to fully understand where my head is at regarding his lines are two fold:

1. How Astarion talks about other companions leaving

Shadowheart and Wyll can both also leave in Act 2. His responses are as follows.

Astarion: I don't see what Shadowheart got so upset about - it was not that nice of a temple.

For Shadowheart he gently deflects the crux of the matter. This isn't surprising because he is a master of minimizing other people's grievances when he thinks they're legitimate but inconvenient. Otherwise, he responds fairly mildly.

Astarion: So, that's how the legend ends. The Blade of Frontiers, cast down to the Hells. Hardly a fitting ending. But so few are.

Unlike Shadowheart, Wyll is forced to leave by being dragged to the hells. There's no justification he needs to rebuff for Wyll leaving the party's side, so instead, he uses it to double down on his philosophy that 'nice guys finish last and the world is a dangerous and horrible place.' Which, ironically, is not entirely unreasonable given the circumstances.

2. How other companions talk about Halsin leaving

The Good companions don't blame Halsin for leaving. Wyll even blames himself for not doing enough. Karlach also regrets the loss of another strong person around, reminding us once again that Halsin is physically imposing in the narrative, even if the stats say otherwise because of how D&D balance works.

Gale: Druids will always follow nature's purpose over any mortal threat. Halsin goes where he is needed, as must we.

Jaheira: Halsin long urged the Harpers not to abandon this land to the curse. I cannot blame him, for being unable to bear it a second time.

Wyll: I can't blame Halsin for leaving. We could have, should have, done more for him and for the cursed lands. They may never again feel the breathe of life on them. What a shame.

Karlach: Pity about Halsin. I was getting used to having an extra Strong around. He smelled nice, too. Like outside.

(Fun fact regarding Karlch's comment: Astarion has a line where he refers to Halsin as "musky bear-fellow" - musky is also the word used to describe the attractive smell of corpse flowers - and Halsin's underwear smells like an herb garden according to its flavor text. Apparently, the guy canonically smells really good?)

Even Shar Path Shadowheart expresses regret in losing Halsin. Not because she wants to end the Shadow Curse, but because Halsin's nice to look at.

Shadowheart: This land remains cloaked by Lady Shar's power - good. A shame it cost us Halsin as a travelling companion though. He may have been misguided, but I liked looking at him.

That brings us to...

Astarion's tantrum over Halsin leaving

Go ahead and listen to it yourself first, and then I'll dive into both lines.

Astarion: Just like that hulking bear to stomp off in a huff. I swear, druids care more about the plants of this land than the people.

"Just like that hulking bear to stomp off in a huff."

This first statement is not only indignant and deflecting, it's so factually false that it's laughable. Halsin is always calm and regretful when staying behind no matter how you treat him.

Player: You have to come - I need you. Halsin: This place needs me. I wish it were different - I truly do. As long as the curse remains, so must I.

Player: Do as you wish. Halsin: This isn't what I wish. It's simply the way it has to be - I'm sorry.

Player: The shadow curse was always your burden - not mine. Halsin: Yes, and so it must remain. I wish you success on your path. Had things been different, I might have walked it with you.

Player: Perhaps we can still do something to lift the curse. Halsin: No. If you linger, you'll only jeopardise your own mission. This is my burden alone now until either the curse is lifted, or I breathe my last.

Halsin is renowned for letting people treat him horribly and taking it on the chin. Him pushing back is usually related to calmly setting boundaries or expectations. The only times I can think of offhand where he raises his voice in anger is with Kagha, if you interfere with the portal, and briefly after certain parts of the Evil companion routes, though not as intensely (I might do a write-up on that later because his reactions are interesting). He certainly never "stomp[s] off in a huff", and he's not doing it now either.

However, the way this is worded gives me pause. Because "just like [him]" said so angrily gives the impression that Halsin has reacted this way to Astarion before. Given Astarion's habit of rewriting exactly how events went down to absolve himself of accountability, it makes me wonder if Astarion's tried to get a rise out of Halsin in camp and been shut down. Since Halsin is the only Good companion at that point who is also old and worldly enough to not get flustered by Astarion's cruelty, mind games, and flirting, it wouldn't surprise me if Astarion has built up resentment. Halsin refuses to be manipulated or confirm Astarion's cynical worldview, and Astarion isn't ready to consider changing his mind with Cazador on the horizon.

"I swear, druids care more about the plants of this land than the people."

This is, again, a false statement wrapped in a little more truth than the first. Druids are indeed infamous for putting nature above humans (see: Shadow Druids), and Halsin talks a big game about Balance and Nature. However, Halsin is probably the most people-oriented traditional druid we see in the game, going so far as to cause chaos in his grove by aggressively taking in refugees and personally traveling with an undead and servant of Shar because they need help. He chooses people over Silvanus' classic teachings so often that it's fascinating.

That aside, given what the shadow-cursed lands are doing to anyone on the way to Baldur's Gate, choosing to stay and attempt to lift the curse is hardly serving plants over people - the Absolute and the Shadow Curse are both significant threats to people. What Halsin is doing, however, is prioritizing his own problems over those of Astarion. He's setting aside the tadpole cause, not because he's selfish or duplicitous, but because he's not willing to abandon the other people he swore to help a century ago and has obsessed over ever since.

Some fun implications

Given all this information, there are many interesting ways to read Astarion's language beyond a surface "he hates Halsin and/or druids" level (gotta love his charlatan background making almost every line capable of ambiguity). Some personal favorite interpretations of his feelings:

Begrudging affection towards Halsin. Astarion has no reason to get so angry and make such absurd statements if he didn't want Halsin to stay. He certainly didn't make such a big fuss about other companions. However, since Astarion isn't in an emotional place to be able to consider Halsin's worldview seriously now that he's staring down Cazador, that admiration gets bungled into a "well screw you, I didn't like you anyway" attitude, much like how he handles some partner breakups.

Resentment and fear of being left behind or rejected. Astarion is selfish. He's been fairly consistent that he doesn't want to help others, but he also hates when no one helps him. That self-fulfilling prophecy is a rather large part of how he moves through (un)life and can easily continue through Act III depending on whether your dialog choices give him an opportunity to express it. Seeing a good person that he truly believes is good choosing something else over him makes the 'truth' of this cynical, self-centered worldview sting harder, especially as he is at his most vulnerable heading into Baldur's Gate.

Guilt for not doing more. Halsin has been clear about his priorities from the start. He's one of the most straightforward, reasonable communicators in the whole game. That means Astarion knew he would leave if the Shadow Curse wasn't lifted, especially since Halsin doesn't have a tadpole and, therefore, has no reason to risk his life for them. Since Astarion is almost universally unwilling to take blame for his own actions or inactions, he's trying to push the responsibility onto Halsin by painting him as unreasonable for following through on his stated priorities rather than let himself feel bad about not helping Halsin.

I'm sure there are even more readings you can think of, too. Hats off to this hidden bit of dialogue, the incredible delivery, and how much depth it brings to a relationship which is easy to ignore.

#halsin #astarion #halstarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #analysis

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murchellie · 20 days ago

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what is your vamp wyll's backstory? how did he become a vampire? (i love him)

How Wyll became a Vamp in my AU? Well let me introduse you a ❗✨Vampire!Mizora ✨❗ lol

Sorry I'm so bad at storytelling but I can poin out some major headcanons for this AU:

In this AU Wyll is not a Blade of Frontier, he's a full-time noble in Baldur's Gate. (kinda the Duke ending from the game)

Mizora is not the devil but a human (vampire), she's like local Cazador in this au. A little rich and a little ancient. (And toxic)

Mizora turned him into a vampire in an attempt to take over the city.

I’m not sure what happens after that , there’s two routes in my head that might involve Astarion and Gale in the story but idk yet. It's random and silly au :>

#sorry for the wait anon #my askbox was broken yesterday #Vampire Wyll AU #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #wyll ravengard #Vampire! Mizora #Mizora #sketch #fanart

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witchysfics · 1 year ago

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Hey! I loved your fic a lot, thank u for adding some fluff to his romance <3

You mentioned the requests are possible, what about Gale and Tav spending one of their nights in town? Maybe cafe, tavern or restaurant? Or just a slow walking promenade through the alleys? Or slow dancing somewhere near musicians? Whatever inspires you the most :D

Thanks!

author's note : Thank you so much for requesting!! I will be finishing up other requests and finishing my rules soon. Feel free to keep requesting for now! I love all your ideas!! this is not proofread and may have many mistakes. It was soooo late when I was writing this. enjoy <3

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The party had stopped at a quaint little town for the evening. You had practically begged to rest here. Why be outside in the cold dark night when you all could cozy up a fire and warm up to a little a drink. It would be great!

And you were right. The tiny town was filled with happy families, couples strolling along and a quaint tavern, perfect for your traveling party.

As the sun disappeared behind the horizon and night filled the air the town grew even more bustling.

Now the patrons of the tavern sat outside nursing their drinks and watching the locals dance to the music.

The party had settled on some outdoor seating as well, Karalach and Wyll loading up on ale, laughing boisterously. Astarion hung to the shadows, probably looking for a snack out of one of the clueless town's persons. And you sat with Shadowheart chatting like a couple of gossiping old ladies while Gale sat with you two, listening.

An upbeat song began, drawing your attention to the dancers.

"The aroma of the night is relaxing. It's a nice change of pace isn't it?" Gale asks, turning to you and Shadowheart.

You nod, smiling. You could definitely agree, after the countless battles and hours of exploring the party really needed this off time.

A sudden bump of your table had startled the three of you.

"Op! s-sorry!" A giddy, and possibly drunk, Karlach called as she dragged a nervous Wyll to the dance floor. "I told you Wyll, Blade of Frontiers. You will be bested by me! Karlach! ... uhh The Dancing Demon!"

You and Gale chuckled at their antics while Shadowheart shakes her head, amused.

"How long do you think before Wyll finds competing with Karlach is too hot to handle?" Gale asks jokingly.

You shake your head at that, "Haha, I thought you were a Wizard, not a comedic bard." You quip.

"I can be anything you'd like my dear. Maybe even a proficient dancer?" He look expectantly at you. His delivery is confident but the message in his eyes holds of other, more nervous intension.

You blush slightly at the implication of the statement. Opening your mouth, trying to formulate something to say but nothing comes out.

"I- uh."

"I can't remember the last time I danced." Shadowheart sighs, gazing at the dancers.

You turn to her and fan your heating face. Thankful that she unknowing shifted attention to herself you ask, "Really? Shar doesn't like dancing?" You joke, smiling a little at her.

"I wouldn't say that, its just... I can't remember the last time I danced, because of the...you know" She gestures to her head, "memory spell"

You make a silent 'oh' in realization.

"I'm not too sad about it though, I know I'll get my memories back. And in the mean time," She suddenly stands from her seat, standing in front of you. "I get to make new memories now. Starting with you!" She makes a quick motion for you hands and pulls you up to her.

You let out a surprised yelp as she laughs and she drags you over to dance. You look over your shoulder to Gale, who looks just as surprised but recovers and mouths for you to 'go on it's fine' with a smile. You give a apologetic smile in return.

Shadowheart, still holding your hands, spins the two of you. Dancing in a way that is reminiscent of young school girls. Twirling, spinning, jumping and laughing all the while.

You spot Karlach an Wyll who both shoot you friendly smiles. Wyll's a little more crooked and weary while Karlach gives you two red thumbs up.

Eventually you have traded dance partners as more people join the group. You switch from Shadowheart, to Karlach to Wyll. Even Halsin joins in during a slower song. You danced with strangers too, some old some young. Some flirted with you and some you made a friendly banter. You had noticed Gal tried to slip in a few times only for you or him to snatched up by a different partner. Both of you expressing contrite smiles to one another.

By the time you got back to your table, and Gale the whole town might as well have turned in for the night. The music was slower and the dance floor was lighted by dancing fireflies and the occasional ground lantern.

"Well, it's been a while." He says looking over to you. "You seem very popular."

You sigh falling into the chair, exhasuted. "I'm so sorry!" You exclaim, slumping to your knees and placing one of your hands on his own that sat on his high. "I had meant to answer you question ages ago, but well..." You chuckle, "I just I was preoccupied."

"Oh no my dear, I completely understand. Of course everyone would want to dance with a beautiful individual like yourself."

His voice is smooth, like a stream gliding over flat stones. His face is soft though his tone is flirty.

You gulp and roll your bottom lip between your teeth. You've danced with strangers all night, how could he make just taking to him overwhelming?

"Is something the matter? You seem, stunned." He asks a smug smile spreading across his lips

"Oh! No no. Not at all." You clear your throat. "Sorry I just...." You trail off, unsure of what to say.

"You know," he begins, taking your hand into his. "You never did answer my question. Would you like me to be your dancer?"

You nod breathlessly and he smiles down at you. His eyes filled with an indescribable softness.

He pulls you gentally to the dance floor and a song kicks up as you wrap your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your waist. His chest presses to yours and the warmth from the contact warms the cool air around you. His shoulder is soft as you place your head upon it. Drinking in the smell of his, now clean, robes. They have a hint of petrichor and vanilla, as well as a slight lingering smell of ale. But that is to be expected near a tavern.

The playing song is cheerful, but romantic as it belows out it's slow rhythmed melody.

Gale's eyes haven't left you once since you'd begun dancing. Taking in the view of your eyes as they sparked from the light of firefies.

It's only when he begins speaking are you snapped out of your trance.

"You know, I've been trying to get to dance with you all night. I was almost convinced I wasn't going to just because I couldn't seem to even catch a small moment with you." He chuckles. "But I'm glad I waited. Dancing with you then would have been a privilege but I would have had lost you as soon as I got you. But this, dancing with you, watching your darling face lit up by the stars? This, this is a dream."

Footnote : Thank you so much for requesting! I hope this is sufficient to what you had in mind, this was really fun to write. Had me kicking my own feet. Sorry it took me so long to get to, midterms have been biting my ass. Love ya! - Witchy

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durgewyll · 1 year ago

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That post where you shared what Astarion will say to Origin Karlach about Wyll getting his devilish features made me dig for if he has a line for Origin Wyll... and he does!

Can I just say I'm elated? I literally sent in feedback to Larian a few months ago complaining that there wasn't any reactivity other than with Karlach when Wyll (as an Origin or companion) was transformed, so I'm really happy to see this is coming!!!

I'm really happy about it too! I checked the files again and it looks like everyone else got a new line about it!

Gale (to Avatar Wyll): You look, erm... Well the main thing is, you're alive. Plenty to be grateful for, horns or no horns.

Gale (about Wyll): I can't help feeling Wyll got off lightly. The wrath of the hells is second only [to] the wrath of the heavens. Gale: Having a devil in our camp will certainly make things interesting. Never a dull day, is there?

Lae'zel (to Wyll): The Blade of Frontiers in the guise of a devil. I'd remark on the irony, but I'd hate to waste the breath. Lae'zel: Still - it took guts to defy that petty patron of yours. The Blade's sting is real.

Lae'zel says the same thing to Tav but with 'yours' changed to 'his'.

Shadowheart (to Wyll): I'm sorry that happened to you, Wyll - that bat-winged slattern deserves to meet the business end of a poo-scraper. Shadowheart: But if it's any consolation, the new look is rather rugged...

Shadowheart (about Wyll): I hope Mizora flies into the blades of a windmill for what she did to Wyll... though I must admit the new look is a little dashing...

#ask #icykali #shadowheart's lines...#wyll #wyll ravengard #fine ill tag everyone #gale of waterdeep #gale #gale dekarios #lae'zel #shadowheart #baldur's gate 3 #bg3

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fallen-goldfishcracker · 3 months ago

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Every time someone says Wyll is "obviously a straight man" an angel loses its wings.

#And I smash something #Please I'm begging them stop #stop pleaaaaaase #I'll do anything to not see these takes anymore #just like. please. examine your own worldviews and stereotypes for like. two minutes. just like two minutes #sorry I'm getting off my soapbox now but I've seen multiple Wyll is straight (and boring) takes recently and it does make me want to #hurl something at a wall #This also goes for everyone who says Karlach is a lesbian! I'm sorry do what you want but know you are so deeply wrong!#wyll ravengard #wyll bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #the blade of frontiers #bg3 #bg3 wyll #wyll

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kayann9 · 3 months ago

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Green with Envy

Tav F! X Gale

Just fluff, tiny bit of swearing. No real context for it other than Gale being jealous and angsty for no real reason and I just love Wyll.

It's been while since I've posted anything but I'm trying to get the creativity going again. Thank you if you read it :)

He just had to be a warlock, didn’t he? And not just any warlock either: the intelligent, brave and selfless Blade of Frontiers.

Gale slumped by the fire as Tav laughed out loud across the cavern.

This was a new feeling for him. This unconscionable ball in his chest that sat alongside the midnight orb, twisting and tangling as though it were a ball of prickling vines, lurched as he observed the pair from across the dry dirt. Wyll had not needed saving as he had. Wyll could use a sword. Wyll did not need to rely on the benevolence of strangers and cook every night in order to make himself somewhat of value.

Gale chopped the onion hard, the bulb flying from the stump as he did.

He knew he was being petulant to some extent. Hells, he even knew that Tav did not think him useless but something about this stranger, this seemingly wonderful man, had shaken his resolve. It had shaken his worth. It had shaken the assumption he had been under that she liked him as more than just a traveling companion. That their shared glances and the insistence that he was always near her was something he had conjured up in his imagination to fill the lonely void he had cultivated over the last year.

Another onion slammed against the floor and the knife stuck in the soft wood.

“Well, I would ask what the onion had done to you, but my powers of observation are good enough to work it out.” Shadowheart leaned against the tree, arms folded, and gaze pointed.

“Actually, the knife is relatively dulled. It is just requiring a little bit more force than the typical.” The lie tumbled from his lips smoothly, but he could tell from the tiniest quirk of her mouth that she did not believe it. “And they are particularly hardy bulbs even with an adequate knife. The stew requires them to be most finely chopped in order to allow the flavour to blend with that of the garlic.”

Shadowheart let out an almost imperceptible splutter. “Of course, do not worry yourself Gale, I shan’t pry any further into your cooking techniques.”

He was grateful to be left alone again. Back to analysing his own ridiculousness. Of course, he was being obvious; he was hardly known for his coyness, yet in this moment he had wished that he was able to hide a little bit more than he usually could. Jealousy was not something he had much experience with. In fact, looking back on his relationship with Mystra, it had been derided as ‘the most mortal of emotions’ and he had managed to escape its clutches for a period of time.

Gale pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.

He allowed the feeling to force its way down into his stomach before trying to put it from his mind completely. He could do it. He could pretend he was free from it. He could pretend that he did not wish he was making her laugh that way and rue the fact that wonderful, likeable Wyll had taken more of her time.

“You are being ridiculous.” Gale muttered at himself before getting back to his food preparation. “Wyll is a kind and most pleasant of a person.”

“I know he is. What is for dinner?”

Gale jumped and the knife slipped in his hand, slicing across his palm. “Oh, by the -”

“Gale. Shit! I am so sorry. I didn’t even see the knife. I am so sorry.” Tav’s panicked lilt was only dwarfed by her actions as she grabbed for a cloth and tried to secure it around the wound on his hand.

Gale hissed. “It is quite alright.” His teeth gritted together in both aggravation at the deep laceration in his flesh and the fact that, once again, he required her help to solve yet another one of his problems. “I am fine. It is just a little cut. It will heal in no time all.”

Tav kept hold of the bloodied hand in the now bloodied cloth. “It was my fault. I crept up on you and I should have thought you would have something sharp. I am truly sorry. Let me help, I will go grab a potion and-”

“Tav, we are not wasting a potion on what is nothing more than a slightly aggressive paper cut.”

She took a step back, eyes widened at the curtness in his tone and he regretted it the moment he saw her eyes widen and her teeth bite the inside of her cheek. His flesh cooled as her hand released his.

“I, well, I at least can Shadowheart take a look at it if not me and I-”

Gale cursed his aggravation. “No, I am sorry. I am not angry. I promise I am not angry. I was a fool for using that tone with you of all people.”

At times, he did wonder why she put up with him and this was one of those times. Still, she smiled. He wondered what he had done to ever be graced by someone as seemingly sweet and patient as her; never demanding of answers, never judgemental.

Slowly, she grabbed his bloody hand. “Can I at least wrap it for you?”

Who was he to actually refuse her?

One look at those eyes and he would do whatever she asked. He sighed and gave her his hand, watching her as she wrapped it tightly in some cloth.

He couldn’t help but wonder when he had become so desperately in need of her; just her tending to a wound sent his brain into overdrive and even though he seemed to be more aware of his shortcomings as of late, he could not help but bask in the tenderness she showed him.

“Good as new.” Her grin lit up her face as she patted the bandaged flesh gingerly. “I am sorry. It was so stupid to startle you while you were preparing food.”

Gale waved it away. “It is not stupid. You are not stupid.”

“I was coming over to ask if you would like to come for a walk around the Grove? There was a cliff side by the beach and I was going to have a look, maybe take in the view?”

The tangled mess in his stomach that he had tried to swat away, unravelled as quickly as it had gotten there, and he could not help the brilliant smile on his face.

“There is nothing I would like more.” He flexed his fingers. “I would offer you my hand but-”

“You have another one, I can always use that.” She chuckled before grabbing the knife and finishing the chopping that she had so crudely interrupted.

#gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale bg3 #bg3 gale #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate gale #bg3 tav #baldurs gate tav #tav x gale

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egooppidum · 1 year ago

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Gale: At the precipice of the end. We have front row seats at least.

Narrator: Gale's chest begins to glow.

Gale: See you on the other side.

Elder Brain: three...

TWO...

one...

Astarion: Just leave me alone, please, I beg you. No more!

Astarion: Why will no one let me be! I can't, no more!

Elder Brain: Always vulnrable...

...always bent to the will of others...

Pathetic

Astarion: No no no NO!

Shadowheart: I'm so sorry, so sorry...

Elder Brain: haha...

HA...

..pathetic...

HAHAH

Narrator: A figure that looks a lot like Shadowheart is knelt over and sofly crying, holding something close to her chest.

Narrator: She turns her attention towards you, now in clear view of the object in her hand. The head of her father lost in a vacant gaze.

Elder Brain: lost to shadow...

...WEAK...

BETRAYER!

Shadowheart: She returns to looking at the head, gently brushing her fingers upon its cheek.

Lae'zel: I try and try. Nothing. I failed everyone, to be casted out.

Lae'zel: I should just succumb to this tadpole. I am worthless.

Elder Brain: the right choice...

THE ONLY CHOICE...

listen...

Wyll: When will this nightmare end.

Narrator: Piles of dead Tiefling children lay round this phantom Wyll's feet. His face is draped in misery.

Wyll: I was supposed to be a hero. Blade of Frontiers, what a farce.

Elder Brain: ...Heroes...

Aspirational...

...Pointless...

Wyll: I should be damned to the hells. No more of this.

Halsin: Everything... burning. Life is but meaningless... hopeless...

Halsin: There's no point to any of this. Let is all burn, burn, burn, burn...

Elder Brain: All consuming...

PERFECTION...

perfect design...

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate iii #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #shadowheart #halsin #laezel #wyll ravengard

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yourworsttotebag · 2 months ago

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I saw a fic prompt that's like "Wyll and his partner roleplaying as a monster hunter and the monster that he catches." And that did intrigue me enough for words to fall out of my brain but I can't seem to make him and Evie be rough with each other even when they're just pretending 😭😭

I don't know if any of this works character wise, for either of them, and technically I'm not supposed to be working on new projects anyway so I guess just enjoy this sampling.

nsfw under the cut

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“Oh - I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting visitors at this hour.” Evie smoothed her hands over her hips, down past the short hem of her robe. His eyes followed the path of her hands and down over her bare legs. “Let me cover up a bit.”

“Don’t,” he said, voice dangerously low. “I’m not letting you out of my sight, villain.”

She balked. “Villain? What do you mean?”

He moved closer, his red eye intent on her. The other was clearly stone but it still seemed to see all of her.

“You know exactly what you’ve done,” he said. “All of those missing women from the village, each with a trail that leads right to your front door.”

He loomed over her and Evie’s heart fluttered.

“You’re Wyll Ravengard,” she said breathlessly. “The Blade of Frontiers.”

“I am.”

She shook her head quickly. “You’re supposed to be a hero. If you’re really as good as they say then you’d know I’m no threat. I live a quiet life here. I - I practice some healing magic but -”

Wyll seized her wrist and she gasped as her whole body pulled taut. “You’re a witch,” he said gruffly. “A sorceress whose powers come at a terrible cost.”

“No, I -”

“Turn around,” he said, releasing her hand.

Evie’s breath was shallow as she turned to face the bed. Wyll's hands gripped her hips, sliding up over her waist and the soft material of her robe.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked.

“I need to know if you're hiding anything,” Wyll replied.

His hands curved up over her breasts and Evie sighed as heat pooled low inside of her. Wyll pulled her towards him, her back suddenly flush with his firm chest.

“Did you steal those women's souls with your magic?” he asked, his mouth beside her ear. “Is that how you stay so young and beautiful?”

She almost smiled but Wyll was still caressing her through the thin material of her robe and she had to bite her lip as the warmth grew heavier between her thighs. Her head fell back on his shoulder.

“I'm innocent,” she said.

One of his hands moved down to the sash of her robe and deftly untied it. Her undergarments were sheer, the black lace doing little to cover her body. Wyll wrapped an arm around her waist and Evie could feel the hard length of his cock against her backside.

“Is this how an innocent maiden dresses?” His voice was rough but his touch was gentle as he slid the thin strap off of one shoulder.

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Also, if this was ever written then it would be tagged as roleplaying so everyone would know what was going on but I didn't want the characters to specifically draw attention to it until this part:

She leaned back and immediately smacked her head on the wooden headboard.

“Owww,” Evie flattened her hand against the smarting, stinging spot on the back of her head.

“Oh, darling,” Wyll winced sympathetically. “Are you alright?”

Evie inspected her fingers - no blood - and placed her hand over her head again. “Yeah.”

“Do you need a moment?”

“No,” she said. Then suddenly, “Yes.”

#ANYWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#the world needs more wyll smut i am just probably too busy to do it right now #m: writing #wyll ravengard #wyll x evie

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dez78 · 21 days ago

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Chapter 3: A spawn's freedom

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Warnings: Astarion's Cazador nightmare, blood drinking

Rating: 18+ (Adult, Minors DNI)

Additional tags: Protective father, Protective husband, Astarion has a wife at the beginning, Astarion is a dad at the beginning, Dadstarion, Tavstarion, Astarion is feral when it comes to protecting his babies and his wife.

Summary: Astarion picks up a new companion and he finds out how far Astarion is willing to go to protect his family. The vampire couple also discover a shared connection after realizing that they truly are free even if it's for a brief time.

Chapter 2 Link Below:

Crimson Tide Chapter 2: A Mother's Fury

Astarion and the party, came out of the forest and followed the trail.

"What is today's agenda?" Gale questioned as they walked along. Astarion looked at his map, he marked the Emerald Grove with charcoal.

"We need to find Halsin." He replied with a furrowed brow, Shadowheart sighed,

"And where do we even start to look?" She asked dramatically.

"We just have to walk until we find him." Astarion answered, he shrugged his shoulders.

"That's all we can do; we have no leads." He added. They continued walking up the road. Astarion folded the map and put it back into his satchel on his hip.

For a while they walked in silence, before Lae'zel's voice cut through the air.

"Astarion, how old are your spawn? They seem to rely heavily on you and your mate."

Astarion sighed, he'd rather not share his children's ages, but he indulged anyway.

"They are six years." He replied with a scowl.

"In elven years, human, or vampire?" Gale asked inquisitively,

"Years since they were born." Astarion bit back.

"You seem to be really bothered by such simple questions." Shadowheart inquired.

"Sorry for not answering stupid questions that strangers, I've known for a day ask." Astarion replied, his tone sharp and biting.

"We're just trying to make conversation. Like it or not, we're all on the tadpole wagon together now." Gale explained with a hand gesture. Astarion sighed again, he was getting irritated.

"Best we get to know each other better." Gale added after a few seconds of silence.

"I'm not answering any more questions today, wizard." Astarion scoffed as they walked up the road towards the Emerald Grove, Gale held up his hands in defense.

"Fine, fine." He said as he dropped the subject.

Artemis was lounging in front of hers and Astarion's tent, she looked up every so often to watch Aster and Astra, making sure they were safe. They were chasing each other around the camp, climbing on the rocks and playing tag.

"Tag! You're it!" Astra squealed with delight as she ran from her brother, Aster was hot on her heels. Even in their youth, their vampiric speed was noticeable.

They darted around camp, laughing joyfully. Artemis smiled fondly as she went back to her book. She skimmed over the words on the pages, her slim fingers flipping the pages delicately.

After a while, Artemis was fully immersed in the book and the twins played with sticks they found, sword fighting each other and giggling.

When the wind swept through, however, Artemis immediately put her book down. Someone was near, her keen sense of smell picked up the scent of a potent blood on the wind. She stood.

She readied herself, hearing the whoever it was approaching. She eased her stance once she saw Gale. She quirked one of her perfect brows.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, she looked over his shoulders to see if Astarion was with him or the women. She didn't see anyone else.

"Where is the rest of the party, where is Astarion?" She questioned, narrowing her eyes. Gale held up his hands,

"Nothing terrible has happened, Astarion just kicked me out of the party. He said, I annoyed him the most, so Wyll, the Blade of Frontiers, took my place." Gale shrugged, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Artemis smirked at him and folded her arms,

"You asked too many questions, I presume?" She said, Gale smiled innocently.

"Perhaps." He admitted.

"I suppose, I'll cozy up here then. Hope you and the little ones don't mind company." Gale continued as he looked around awkwardly.

"Not at all, it eases my mind a bit to know I'm not alone." Artemis smiled, Gale looked at her for a moment, his expression unreadable, then his cheeks tinged a pink tint.

"Good." He replied, he cleared his throat and pointed awkwardly at his tent,

"Then I will be over there if you need anything." He said as he walked over to his space, his pace was quick, and Artemis titled her head curiously.

Aster and Astra continued to play tag once the tension of the moment melted away. Artemis went back to her spot and sat back down, she picked up her book again and immersed herself into the world.

Meanwhile, Astarion and the party approached a couple of troubled siblings and a dying man. They went up to the scene, they were stopped by the young woman.

"Stop! Who are you?" She asked, Astarion was going to speak until a strange symbol glowed on her face. Something stirred within him-authority.

He was taken aback for a brief moment, before speaking in a low tone.

"Do not question me." He said, his companions looked at him surprised, his voice was commanding, worst yet, the woman yielded to it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question a true soul." She said submissively. Astarion felt the tadpole squirming, it was taking something he'd never get back.

"What happened?" He questioned, looking down at the dying man.

"An owlbear got him." The man spoke up, the man Edowin offered Astarion to come closer, he did. Their minds connected then, Astarion winced from the sensation, he was never going to get used to it.

"Take care of them for me."

Then he looked to his siblings and said,

"Obey him, he's a true soul, he'll...he'll." Before he could finish his sentence, Edowin died.

"Edowin! Ed!" The man cried out, the woman bowed her head.

"He's with the Absolute now." She said, she looked to Astarion and said,

"What should we do now, we were reporting to Edowin."

Astarion sighed and played along, though he saw it as pointless.

"Point me in the direction of the owlbear and then get out of here." Astarion explained.

"You mean, leave Ed here? I mean...I suppose he'd want us to move on." The man said stunned.

"The Owlbear is that cave just down the road." The woman said, she pointed in the exact direction, Astarion nodded. The two siblings then hurried off.

The corpse called out to Astarion, the hosts tadpole was eager. The pale elf wrinkled his nose and denied it access. The party watched as the worm broke free from the corpse and crawled out. Astarion let out a sound of disgust as he stepped back. Wyll ran up and crushed it under his boot.

Gale having witnessed the scene cried out in protest through the tadpole connection.

"Wyll! I would have loved to study that!"

Wyll answered him through the connection,

"Then you my friend, can study the bottom of my boot!"

Gale grumbled about it 'not being the same thing.' Before severing the connection abruptly. Wyll laughed as looked at Astarion, his brow was furrowed, he was clearly in thought.

"What's on your mind, Astarion?" Shadowheart questioned as she adjusted her weight, standing off to one side while folding her arms over her chest.

"This tadpole allows us to take control of others minds, bending them to our wills." He said as he stood there.

"It's a dangerous game to play." Shadowheart warned,

"She's right. We can't be playing with this unknown power." Wyll replied warily.

"We need to cleanse ourselves." Lae'zel snorted.

"Yes, I rather not feel the squirming company much longer." Astarion explained.

"Let's get this owlbear business sorted, then we'll head up the road further." Astarion continued. They headed down the bank towards the small creek, a giant cave came into view.

"That must be it." Shadowheart said.

Upon entering the cave, their steps were cautious, Astarion stalked like a predator. Though he stopped in his tracks when he heard the heavy footsteps.

They rounded the corner and saw the giant beast, Astarion's eyes widened as she loomed over him, her cub hiding behind her.

"No sudden movements." Astarion whispered to his companions, they all stood still. The elf slowly moved forward, the owlbear screeched loudly, making his sensitive hearing ring through his skull. He groaned as he held his head.

Astarion got his composure back, then he waved his arms like a bird flapping its wings. He roared back theatrically. Wyll snorted a laugh while Shadowheart and Lae'zel rolled their eyes.

"Seriously, Astarion?" Shadowheart mocked, much to her surprise though, the owlbear backed down.

"Look at that! It worked." Wyll laughed pointing at the scene. Astarion stood there triumphantly with a smirk as he rested his hands on his hips.

Artemis was completely engrossed in the book, Aster and Astra still chased each other around the camp, the little chaos goblins were climbing rocks and hiding in the bushes.

Gale looked around camp, he grumbled as he took out a couple scrolls and spoke the incantations with practiced ease. Then from another plain of existence, two tables appeared, then three chairs, then a desk. He smiled and moved the furniture to certain places around the camp.

Artemis looked up and raised her brows high, then she shook her head with a smile, going back to her book. She was a wizard herself, but some of them liked to speak of their many talents and for a lack of better words, show off.

"Hopeful that holds up." She said as she lazily scanned the book, delicately turning the page.

"Should hold up a for a week before it needs repairs." Gale told her, his voice chirpy as he stood back to admiring his decor skills. Artemis laughed lightly, shaking her head again.

Astra ran up to her mother, she held a lily flower, she picked from the pond.

"Look mummy!" She chirped cheerfully, her big toothy grin bright as she held the flower in her mother's face, Artemis laughed leaning back a bit.

"It's beautiful, my little moon." She smiled,

"It's for you! It's pink!" Astra squealed happily, Artemis laughed again, the sound was melodic,

"Why thank you, darling." She replied, taking the gift from her daughter. Astra skipped off to play with her brother, Artemis smiled fondly as she inspected the flower. She tucked it behind her ear and went back to reading, lounging comfortably as the laughing of her children filled the silence.

Astarion and the party approached a village, it was desecrated.

"What happened here?" Wyll questioned, Astarion looked around.

"They were raided." He replied, looking at the armored skeletons that lay about. Who knows how long they were there. Astarion's ears twitched then, Shadowheart noticed.

"What do you hear, Astarion?" She asked him curiously, the rogue followed the sound, turning them away from the village for the time being. The party followed him.

Astarion walked down the dirt path, his companions weren't sure what he was doing.

"Where is he leading us?" Wyll asked,

"I don't know." Shadowheart replied as they kept up with Astarion's quick pace.

They were about to question his intentions, until they heard barking. Astarion came upon the scene, it was a white Shepard pacing back and forth around his master's corpse.

Astarion immediately could tell the man was a courier of some kind by the satchel clutched in his hand and the many letters falling out. The dog growled territorial. Astarion knelt down, he took off his glove.

"It's okay boy, I don't mean any harm." He said as he held out his hand, the dog bent his ears back and cautiously stuck out his nose and smelt Astarion's hand. He backed down and growled still.

Astarion peered at the dog's collar and saw his name, he used that to his advantage.

"It's okay Scratch." He said softly, upon hearing his name, the dog's ears perked up, he wagged his tail and barked eagerly, looking at his master. Astarion sighed, knitting his eyebrows together and shook his head,

"I'm sorry boy, he's...dead." He said solemnly, Scratch bowed his head low, his tail fell behind him, a heartbroken whine left him.

"Oh, poor puppy." Shadowheart said in a dejected tone as she held her hands to her heart.

"Astarion, can we keep him? Please?" She asked innocently, her eyes glossy.

"You can stay with me at my camp, Scratch." Astarion told the dog, he barked and nudged his hand again, Astarion let him smell his hand again, catching the scent of the camp.

Scratch took one last look at his old master before slumping and heading back to the camp. Astarion sighed,

"Poor thing." He said as he stood again, he dusted the dirt from his knees.

"Didn't realize you could speak to animals." Wyll said with a deep chuckle.

"I have my moments." Astarion snorted as he turned his nose up and headed back up the trail towards the village. His companions followed in tow.

When they got back to the village, Astarion saw movement in the buildings,

"Something is planning an ambush." He said cautiously as they trekked through the ruined town. Their eyes glued to the shadows.

Before they got any farther, a voice called out.

"Oi! We got ya surrounded like! You go any further and we will skewer you like a boar! You try to run, and your backside will get the same treatment!"

Astarion put his hands on his hips, he could see the goblin. His keen eyes could see the same symbol from earlier, glowing on her face. The same sensation washed over him-authority.

"There will be no skewering today! Let me pass, you wouldn't defy me would you?" He questioned, his voice was commanding and low. Making his companions feel the presence of his tone.

"You're a true soul! M-my mistake sir! Go on through! You'll get no more trouble from us! Promise!" The goblin stammered, the others stood down and let them pass with no problems.

"Impressive, Astarion." Shadowheart complimented him,

"Are you surprised? I'm dangerously charming." Astarion smirked devilishly. Shadowheart rolled her eyes,

"Oh please." She scoffed, though a small hint of pink painted her cheeks.

Artemis was nose deep in her book, Gale was sorting out his scrolls and books on the new table he had conjured. Aster and Astra had worn themselves out and were in reverie.

Aster was sprawled out on his bedroll; Astra was curled up next to him. They were in a dreamless state, their mouths agape and their little freckled faces relaxed.

Suddenly a bark caught Artemis's attention, she quirked a perfect brow and stood, she headed towards the noise.

Scratch came from the tree line, barking cheerfully, Artemis smiled.

"Well hello." She chuckled, she bent down and read his tag,

"Scratch." She read aloud; the dog ruffed at her, wagging his tail happily. Artemis pet him.

"What's this?" Gale questioned walking up behind her,

"I don't know, this dog just showed up." Artemis replied as she continued to pet the dog.

"His name is Scratch, according to the tags on his collar." She added.

"Hang on." Gale said, he whispered an incantation.

"Hello friend." He said to Scratch,

"Oh hello! Can you understand me!" The dog asked,

"Yes, my friend and I are curious how you found us." Gale explained. Artemis waited patiently.

"Your lady friend here smells just like the new friend I met earlier! He was nice, he told me I could stay here!" Scratch said excitedly as he wagged.

"I see." Gale nodded; he looked down at Artemis.

"Astarion is his new friend and told him to come here." He explained,

"Hm, okay. I didn't think my husband to be a dog person." She laughed. She stood finally and stared at the dog.

"Well, welcome to the camp Scratch." She beamed, he barked at her and wagged his tail swiftly.

"I presume the twins will be delighted with the new friend." Gale laughed; Artemis smiled.

"Definitely." She replied. Scratch trotted off, smelling around and getting to know the area.

Night was approaching fast; dusk was kissing the horizon already. Astarion had explored the village basically from top to bottom. He had found a strange book in one of the cellars and he intent on reading it.

"We should head back to camp." Shadowheart suggested, the rest of the party agreed, they started to head back.

Meanwhile at the camp, Aster and Astra squealed as they ran around with Scratch, he playfully bounced around them, his tail wagging furiously and his tongue flapping around as he ran circles around them. They giggled hysterically.

"I still can't believe, daddy got us a puppy!" Astra squealed delightfully in a high-pitched toddler laugh.

Artemis lounged back with a smile; Gale was preparing dinner. He knew the vampires wouldn't eat, but he assumed the others would be back soon.

Artemis had caught a deer earlier and drank it dry with the twins help, now Gale skinned it with no terrible mess, not from the blood anyway. He laughed as he spoke,

"Benefits of having a family of vampires on your team, no bloody messes when skinning dinner."

His dagger cut along the fur and fat; he had done this a few times before in his youth. Artemis just smiled knowingly at him.

When night washed over the wilderness that's when Astarion and the party arrived back at camp, Gale was just finishing up cooking.

"You're just in time! Dinner is ready!" He bellowed, he dug in the backpack on the ground, pulling out bowls and spoons.

"Venison stew." Gale smirked as he started to dish out. Artemis greeted her husband with a sweet kiss, he hummed,

"You ate without me." He pouted, Artemis smiled at him,

"I'm sorry my love." She said, kissing him again.

"We can hunt together later." She promised between kisses; he smirked against her mouth. Wyll being new to camp, saw the twins and his heart melted, he thought of the little ones in the Grove.

He started to approach the unsuspecting twins, Gale and Shadowheart were conversing when they noticed. They exchanged a quick look, worry flashing across their faces.

Being the friendly fool he was, Wyll continued to approach, he was in earshot of them.

"Hello, little ones." He smiled gently as he waved. Aster and Astra looked up at him cautiously.

"Wyll! Wait!" Shadowheart called, but it was too late.

Before Wyll could get closer, Astarion was there in a flash. He bared his fangs viciously, hissing. A deep, guttural growl came from his chest.

"Do not step any closer." He warned, Wyll's eyes widened.

"Nine hells! You're a vampire!" He stammered as he attempted to reach for his blade. The companions started to approach.

"You're a monster!" He cried as he shakily took out his blade,

"Put that blade away or I'll show you a monster." Astarion threatened, his fangs elongated. He was in a protective stance, shielding his babes. Artemis came over, worryingly. Astarion grabbed her wrist and yanked her behind him.

Wyll held him at blade's length. Astarion only smirked,

"That won't kill me." He said, his voice dangerously low, Wyll shook as his eyes flashed between the others.

"Do something!" He cried,

"Wyll, it's okay. He's a..." Shadowheart started as she looked at Astarion for a moment before continuing,

"Our acquaintance, he has a tadpole as you saw. He's not too much of a threat."

"He's a vampire! They are known for their trickery and...and...and..." Wyll stammered,

"And what? Finish that sentence, Warlock. I dare you." Astarion challenged him.

"Stop, you're new. He doesn't know you yet, he's fiercely protective of his children." Shadowheart explained.

"His children! You turned innocent babes into spawn?!" Wyll cried as he got dangerously close to Astarion's heart with his rapier.

"They are mine!" Astarion yelled, he wasn't going to be accused of such sinful actions. He lunged at Wyll, biting him hard. The Warlock cried out; Artemis pulled her husband away. She was the only one as strong as him.

"Astarion!" She cried, Wyll clutched his neck. Blood seeped through his fingers.

"Vile creature!" He spat,

"The twins were born! They weren't turned! We are their biological parents." Artemis explained, holding back her feral husband.

"That's impossible!" Wyll sneered, still holding his neck where Astarion had bit him, Gale chimed in.

"Actually, it's true. It can happen, though it is rare."

Wyll looked at him, then at the twins that clutched the fabric of their father's trousers. Their resemblance to the two adult vampires was uncanny, he couldn't deny it. They were the biological children of Artemis and Astarion.

Only then did Wyll back down, he sheathed his weapon and backed away. He grimaced; his neck hurt.

"You don't have venom, do you?" He asked, his question was derogatory and said with vile tone.

"If I did, you wouldn't have lived long enough to feel it's effects." Astarion said darkly, his eyes glowing a brilliant crimson color in the dark. Shadowheart sighed and illuminated her hands in magic,

"Hold still." She said, she casted the spell then,

"Te Curo." She healed Wyll, his bite wound diminished along with the pain. The tension started to clear as well as Astarion relaxed slightly. The twins still clung to him, trembling.

Astra found the strength to speak,

"You're not going to hurt our daddy, are you?" She asked, her youthful voice trembled, her big doe eyes looking at Wyll.

"No, you have not to worry." He got a little too close and Astarion took a step forward, Wyll backed up again, holding up his hands defensively.

"I will not harm anyone. You have my word." He told the little vampling.

He backed up further and headed towards the fire, the rest of the companions followed him. Artemis rubbed Astarion's arm gently, calming the storm.

When he looked at her, his dangerous gaze, softened almost immediately, he cupped her face, she leaned into his touch.

"No one will ever hurt us again." He told her,

"Not as long as I still stand." He whispered, he rested his forehead against hers. She nodded, the twins let go of their father's trousers and sat back down.

Astarion pulled from Artemis and knelt in front of his children, he kissed the tops of their heads,

"Not to worry, my little stars. Daddy will always keep you safe." He promised them as he hugged them tightly, they returned his embrace lovingly.

Wyll got distance and spoke,

"Well, that was terrifying. Astarion, seemed nice when I met him at the Grove."

"He's just really protective of his children, so is his wife." Shadowheart explained. Gale laughed,

"Yeah, take it from me personally to never approach them without asking. Astarion body slammed me when I tried to talk to the little ones." He shook his head.

"That man is a good father." He added. Wyll sighed as he looked back at Astarion cuddling against his elflings. He wouldn't know a good father. His own father exiled him after all.

Later that night when all was quiet, the party of companions slept. Aster and Astra were deep in their reverie, Artemis was in reverie peacefully, she was having a dreamless rest. Astarion however was furrowing his brow as he twisted and turned in his reverie.

The forest was dark. Cold. Foreboding.

Astarion walked into the clearing, he looked around with a worrisome expression.

"Hello? Anyone there?" He questioned as he looked around still. Then came the voice he knew all too well, haughty, condescending.

"First, thou shalt not drink of the blood of thinking creatures." Cazador recited his rules. Astarion looked around for him, panic setting in.

"Master, I was just coming to see you." Astarion said fearfully, his voice trembled.

"Second thou shalt obey me in all things." Cazador continued.

"Absolutely. It's just that I was kidnapped by a tentacle faced..." Astarion tried to explain his absence. He stammered; his voice full of fear.

"Third, thou shalt not leave my side unless directed." Cazador went on, it's like he was there and wasn't at the same time. Astarion whipped around, looking for his master.

He could feel the old fear turning in his gut, but he forced himself to keep smiling as he often did before.

"Fourth, shalt know that thou art mine." Then Cazador appeared and Astarion's fear twisted painfully in his stomach, he choked out his words, his voice straining.

"Please, you have to forgive me!" Astarion pleaded with Cazador,

"Pathetic. As always. But at least you know your place." His master spoke, Astarion's face contorted in shame as he bowed his head low. Accepting the belittling.

"You are mine. Forever." Cazador said, his glowing crimson eyes pierced into Astarion's soul. Then it went black.

Astarion stood out of bed so fast, he almost tripped, he whipped around quickly, he was still in his tent, Artemis in reverie below him. Astarion knew he had to get back to Cazador quickly, if he's late, he'd be flayed...again.

Artemis stirred awake then, Astarion sat back down.

"Is everything okay, Star?" She asked concerned as she rubbed his arm. Astarion's face contorted in shame,

"I had another nightmare." He said bitterly, Artemis's brows knitted together in empathy,

"I'm sorry." She breathed as she continued to rub his arm. She sat up and pulled him in. He laid across her lap, her fingers ran through his curls as her nails raked across his scalp.

"Tell me." She encouraged him, Astarion shifted his position and looked up at her.

"He was reciting those stupid rules of his." He said, his tone was biting as he wrinkled his nose. Artemis scoffed as she continued to scratch her husband's head, it was a mindless act of comfort.

"He said I was his forever." Astarion added, his expression was that of dejection. Artemis shook her head,

"We aren't his. Not anymore. We've been conveniently lost." She told him.

"We have to face him eventually." Astarion said worryingly as he looked up at his wife.

"We will, but not any time soon. Let's not worry about it right now, okay? Let's enjoy our freedom while it lasts." She explained to him, still playing with his curls.

Astarion smiled, his wife's words were comforting. She was right, they should enjoy what freedom they do have, make the most of it while it lasts because who knows how much longer they actually have.

Astarion shifted, he looked like he contemplating something,

"Speak your mind, Starlight." Artemis said, noticing his expression.

"Can I try something?" Astarion asked, his voice was full of curiosity.

"What do you want to try?" Artemis answered his question with one of her own. Astarion sat up, he cupped her cheek.

"I've always wondered what drinking from you would be like. I read old notes of vampire blood being called, kin nectar." He explained.

"It's much more nutritional than mortal and animal blood." He continued, Artemis was reluctant at first, not because she mistrusted her husband, but feared if Cazador found out.

When she had time to think about it, however, she dismissed the idea of their master finding out. They were free of him right now, Artemis laid back. She moved her silvery hair and exposed her neck to her husband.

Astarion leaned down, his nose nuzzled her neck for a moment, inhaling her scent, it was a perfect mix of vanilla, lilac, and gooseberries. Then he opened his mouth and bared his fangs, he bit down onto her neck. Her blood rushed into his mouth; the forbidden fruit was divine.

Artemis's breath hitched and she instinctively wrapped her arms around her husband, his fangs were sharp like daggers, but soon the pain resided and was replaced by pleasure.

Astarion let out an involuntary groan as he drank from his wife. He couldn't stop. It was almost otherworldly. The first taste was pure temptation-cool, yet warm in a way that makes his senses flicker with surprise. There's a richness, a sweetness. Her blood is sophisticated.

It tingled on his tongue with an essence that felt like lightning-but with a warmth that spread like a soft, steady fire. Each drop seems to carry not just her vitality, but something far deeper...it's uniquely her, her very essence. It feels sacred. It's not just her blood, it's her. It was intoxicating.

Artemis could feel her blood rushing between them, she held her husband tighter.

Finally, Astarion willed himself to stop, he knew what would happen if he were to drain her and he would never be able to forgive himself if that happened.

He pulled away, her blood coated his lips.

"That was...exhilarating." He said, licking his lips, greedily lapping up every last drop of the kin nectar. He sat back on his knees, Artemis sat up, her husband's fangs marks already healed on her neck.

"It didn't hurt, did it?" He asked as he moved her hair from her face with a tender motion.

"No, it was...pleasurable." Artemis replied shyly.

"Do you mind if I try?" She asked, Astarion smirked as he laid down, he exposed his neck to his wife; eagerly awaiting her fangs. Artemis leaned down and just like Astarion had done, she nuzzled into his skin, inhaling his scent. He smelled of bergamot, rosemary, and a hint of brandy.

Her fangs teased his neck, the side that didn't have Cazador's marks. Astarion kept his eyes closed and reveled in the sensation. Artemis was careful and bit down. Astarion winced for a moment, but the pain diminished soon after. He exhaled softly as he held his wife close as she started to drink from him.

His blood was sharp, rich, and intoxicating. Like an age-old vintage, sweet and dark like velvet and smoke wrapped together. It has a warmth that promises comfort, but it's still a fire that burns-too tempting to ignore.

There's something familiar too, it's not just the taste of his blood; it's the taste of him, of his essence.

Astarion sighed as held his wife tighter, feeling his blood rushing between them, just like Artemis had when he drank from her.

When she pulled away, drops of his blood dripped onto his skin. She inhaled sharply, that really was exhilarating. Artemis licked her lips as the remnants of Astarion's taste lingered on her tongue.

"Are you okay?" She asked as she pet Astarion's hair, his eyes were closed and a blissful smile was plastered on his face, he nodded. He opened his eyes, and they were glossy, full of something she couldn't quite place.

Astarion sat up and captured Artemis's lips in a feverish kiss, she returned his eagerness with her own.

Upon pulling away after a few moments, he rested his forehead against hers. They sat there for a moment, then their eyes met. They smiled at each other shyly before getting back into their bedroll.

Astarion pulled Artemis into him, holding her waist, her back to his chest. He kissed her neck gently, they settled and slipped back into a dreamless reverie for the rest of the night.

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