#black and gold dragon Enver

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Got really inspired by Gortash’s armor in Baldur’s Gate 3 for Smaugust and also just felt like missed opportunity to not have him turn into a dragon for his boss fight. He does live at Wyrm’s Rock after all.

[crystal-overdrive]

Wip Whenever

Writing some Bane ritual stuff today! Honestly not sure how much people are following BG3 fic stuff anymore - the community seems to have moved on to Dragon age - but I'm determined to see this fic through.

The full congregation was gathered when Tav stepped into the temple. The low drone of the singing sconces was amplified by dozens of voices, which chanted in deep reverence. They gathered around the edges of the room, arranged in a pentagon, all masked, some becoweled, all in deep black robes just like Tamia and Ilyera’s. Tav had no idea who they were. Some may have been members of her parliament, others friends, associates, even enemies. She would not know until the ritual had concluded. Tav’s raw skin prickled as her attendants led her into the room, an arm hooked through each of hers. In her shimmering green gown and great golden crown, fashioned like a halo of knives, Tav stood out amongst the sea of darkness. Only Enver was as bright as her. He waited before the altar in a similar crown, wearing far more than he had when they were here alone. He wore the mask still, his own face covered with the visage of Bane, but his robes were long, multi-layered, fringed in gold. At his waist was an emerald sash cut from the same fabric as Tav’s dress. When the trio reached him, Ilyera and Tamia got to their knees and performed the prostrated bow reserved for their master. Tav did the same. ‘Arise,’ commanded Enver. He offered out a hand, and she took it, used him to pull herself up. ‘Greetings under the hand,’ he said. This was one of the replies she had memorised. ‘We meet under His will.’ At her utterance, the congregation sprung to life. Each of them, in near-perfect unison, took a sweeping step to the right. It sounded like one huge footstep, like a single boot crushing toril itself. After this, they made a sharp gesture with their whole arm against their throats, ritualistically slit their airways with military precision. Ilyera and Tamia still lay on the stone floor.

[little-tyrant-gortash]

Oathbreaker

Pairing: fem!Tav x Enver Gortash, fem!Tav/Astarion

Tags: Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Manipulative Relationship, Paladin Tav (Baldur's Gate), Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Drunk Sex, Unrequited Love, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Scars, Blood and Injury, Injury, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Torture, Psychological Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture

Word count: 2,087

Ao3 here.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7.

Chapter 8.

Chapter 9.

Chapter 10.

Chapter 11.

Chapter 12.

Chapter 13.

Chapter 14.

Chapter 15.

Chapter 16.

Chapter 17. ⬇

Chapter 18.

Notes: I may have rushed to write this chapter - I wanted to play Baldur's Gate 3 tonight -, but I was SO! WAITING! FOR THIS MOMENT AAAAAAAAA IT'S FINALLY HERE-

I've had the last few paragraphs locked away in the depths of my brain for an entire month!!

That one scene in my mind was the reason I've started writing this fanfic. 😂

The plot thickens. It'll be very intense. I'll love it! 😈

Hopefully you will like it, too. Or not. Either way, I love to read your thoughts! 😁🖤

Chapter 18: The Vampire Ascendant

She should've expected that Gortash had plans for that day.

A tailor came over that morning to fit her for a dress that she was pretty sure she never would've put on otherwise. It was a black evening dress, with a way too low cut down her back which was covered with thin lace, and the entire dress was decorated with golden thread embroidery, depicting dragons – very similar to the ones that Gortash had on the collar of his leather coat.

"I'm not putting this on", she protested when the tailor finished and left them alone in one of the audience chambers.

"First of all, I've put hours into the design", Gortash started, and she stared up at him in disbelief.

"You designed it?"

"-secondly, I've paid a lot for it to be made."

"I hate it when you're spending money on me", she motioned towards him, then at the dress. "Can't I just settle for something I can get for myself?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Just accept it. It's a gift."

"Why are you doing this to me?!" Tav whined, running a hand in her hair.

Five minutes of arguing later, though, she begrudgingly let Gortash chase her into yet another thing she wouldn't've done otherwise. It really was a beautiful dress, she loved it the moment she saw it – she just didn't like that he spent so much on her.

The guest list was unknown to her, but she had to go with him after lunch to check the hall where the ball would be held. The servants were busy preparing everything to be perfect; of course, the main colours were black and gold again, full with – yet unlit – black candles and a way too big space in the middle, with tables near the doors to the balcony. The tables already had some of the drinks on them. Gortash was busy talking to some of those who were responsible for the event itself, and Tav glanced up at the ceiling which was, in fact, beautifully done in colourful glass.

When she stopped in the middle of the room and looked around, seeing that the place would be able to hold a lot of people, noticing the prepared musical instruments in one of the corners, it just occurred to her that there was yet another task Gortash would demand from her that day.

Dance.

Tav paled.

The last time she danced with Wyll came in her mind. She was beyond hopeless, even if she just followed Wyll. Given her past and her training as a Paladin, she had little to no time for such fine arts. Frankly, she didn't even care about it.

That was something Gortash knew by heart by now. He'd spent enough time around nobles and must've attended their stupid parties to know how to move amoung them. But her? She'd be the world's most disappointing dance partner he ever had.

The panic rapidly built in her lower abdomen until she started to feel positively nauseaous. That was when Gortash stopped beside her and glanced up at the glass ceiling, too.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He asked her quietly. "You should see it during a full moon. The colours are so different then."

Tav's throat went dry. She glanced at him, but he was still enjoying the view, and she just realised that he looked about ten years younger. Observing his face, she noticed just now that her mere presence smoothed out his usual frown.

She cleared her throat and looked back up at the ceiling.

"I'm not dancing."

Her words had a remarkable effect on him. He laughed.

"No?"

"No."

"Well, that's too bad. I'm hosting this event, which means I'll have to do the opening dance."

"I'm afraid you'll have to do it alone", Tav tutted, half turning away.

Gortash grabbed her right hand and pulled her back to himself.

"No", she whispered, "not in front of… everyone…"

"Baldur's Gate's finest men and women will see you with me tonight, anyway."

Shit. Of course, he was right. Tav wanted to run away, but Gortash led her movements as he wished, making her realise that following him wasn't that hard.

As it wasn't hard to follow him in every other thing he did, too.

"See? It's not that hard. You're doing it well", he smiled at her gently, making her heart flutter. "Just follow my lead."

Just follow his lead.

Hours later, on the way to the hall, she kept telling that to herself. Her hand rested on his lower left arm; the gold that covered his arms felt cold to her touch. As grounding as that felt, she'd never been more nervous.

"How are you feeling?" He asked her as they stopped in front of the door.

"I think I'm going to throw up", she admitted.

"You'll have to get used to this", Gortash moved his clawed right hand up to her face. She allowed servants to apply some makeup on her face, as well as tend to her hair, styling it into a decorative bun with several braids at the back of her head, so the back of her dress could be seen. Compared to Gortash's high collar at the back of his head, she looked more approachable, less dominant and less intimidating. Which was probably the whole idea. Gortash hooked his index finger under her chin and brought her closer to himself. "You need to see your subjects."

"I don't like to think of people that way", she murmured.

"That's what they will be. Our obedient puppets." As his clawed thumb ghosted over her lower lip, she faintly remembered that there was someone else who said those words, but his touches were distracting her mind. "Every time I look at you, I can't believe how lucky I am."

That finally made Tav smile.

"You flatter me, Your Grace."

"And you honour me, my dear." He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, and she felt like she'd melt at it. "Come. If you don't want to mingle on your own, just keep smiling and follow me. I'll introduce you to everyone important."

"Just one thing", she murmured before she reached up to his shirt. He frowned slightly when he felt her using the rope to pull it properly closed. "There."

"Was this absolutely necessary?" He raised a brow. "I liked it that way."

"At least have it like this now. We're seeing important people, after all."

"I've had it like that when I became the Archduke."

Tav tilted her head cheekily.

"You looked delicious like that, but I'm afraid if a lot of people are checking you out at that area tonight, I might become a vicious murderer."

"Oh?" He chuckled, moving his left arm around her waist to pull her in close. "I'll have to see that one day."

"Trust me, you don't want to", she warned him quietly, trying to ignore how the air between them changed yet again, positively snizzling with passion they both had to hold back.

"You'll have a long, long night tonight", he warned her, making her sigh.

"…is that the hilt of your dagger or are you just happy to see me?"

"You really need to ask?"

"Enver! Do we need to fetch a glass of cold water for you?"

They kissed, and they laughed in that kiss, feeling light and careless.

Perhaps it was too good to be true.

"Shall we get to it, then?" Tav murmured when they finally could break away from each other. "The sooner the guests leave, the better for both of us." She paused before she giggled again. "And your pants."

"My pants survived a lot more than this."

"Please, Your Grace. Let's go. I want that dance to be over, and it hasn't even started yet."

"Hmmm", Gortash hummed against her lips. "Say that little word again."

"Please, Enver~", she purred as seductively as possible, making him shiver.

"I never get tired of hearing that."

She repositioned herself on his left side, and they finally entered the room. The way every head turned to look at them made her feel like her legs were made of liquid. She'd never, ever do this again. She wouldn't allow him.

She hadn't done anything in particular as Gortash addressed the nobles, just stood tall and as confident as she was able to. She couldn't help the feeling in the pit of her gut that something wasn't right. The men and women around them drank every word of Gortash; they visibly liked him, so there was no problems whatsoever.

Then came the music and the thrice cursed dance.

She struggled through every second of it, even if she was trying her hardest to focus on him and no one else.

"You're doing well", he whispered to her, making her smile as he led her through it.

The tadpole in her skull squirmed anxiously.

This hadn't happened in hours, not since she'd left camp last night. The smile vanished from her face, and her eyes wandered around in the room as Gortash was spinning her once. The faces were blurry as her vision darkened at the pain as the tadpole squirmed even more, causing her a headache – someone was trying to get into her mind.

Close your mind, the Emperor warned her, you are in danger.

The panic was imminent. The Emperor had kept her safe ever since she fell from the Nautiloid, she had no reason not to believe him when he warned her. She felt it anyway; her tadpole wouldn't stir otherwise. She hadn't had her weapons with her, she felt as vulnerable as a newborn, especially in this dress, during a dance. The smile froze on her face as she paled, focusing to shut herself down from the intruder that poked around at the edges of her mind. She was trying to pay more attention to Gortash again, letting him pull her in close as they walked in a half circle, her hands between them, fingers entwined. Her expression made him furrow his brows slightly; he instantly knew something was wrong.

As soon as the dance was over and another song started which most of the guests started to dance to, he led her to one of the tables to get her something to drink. He couldn't outright ask what just happened; not yet, as the night was still young. He couldn't just disappear as they've just arrived. There were customs to follow.

Which led to an agonizing two hours of him introducing her to the good people of Baldur's Gate, during which her tadpole squirmed at the constant attacks against her mind. Someone really wanted to get in and look around in her brain.

Who is it? She asked the Emperor.

If I told you, you would scream.

Well. Good news was that there were several Steel Watchers around the room, and she was hanging from the city's most powerful man's arm. Surely nobody would try anything with the odds heavily in Gortash's favour, right? She was safe as long as she remained on his side and didn't lose him in the crowd.

And seeing her tight lipped, nervous smile and the sheer panic in her eyes, he would've been mad to let her get lost. He didn't only have her right hand hooked around his left arm, he even had his clawed right hand over hers as he spoke to others. To let her know that he really was there for her. To let everyone else know that she belonged to him and if anyone threatened her in any way, he'd destroy them without hesitation.

When it seemed they've met everyone, they glanced at each other. His questioning dark eyes met her slowly calming ones, and he was just about to ask a question when a silky voice spoke from behind them.

A silky voice that made her heart and breath stop.

"Archduke Enver Gortash? We haven't had a chance to speak, yet. I'd like to thank you for inviting me."

Tav nearly fainted. The edges of her vision blurred as she half turned to look at the man who addressed Gortash, dressed in the finest attire she'd ever seen on him; imposing, threatening, scheming in his entire being. Astarion was just as beautiful as he was on the day when he left her; her pale elf with his strong, piercing, crimson eyes and dangerous, sharp smile.

Hello, my sweet. He told her through their psychic connection as he locked eyes with her. Long time no see.

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^Enver Gortash’s Pokemon team

I have a habit of mixing media, so here are a few ramble thoughts I had about Gortash, Durge, Pokemon, and Stardew Valley that others might find amusing.

First off what Pokemon Gortash would have!

1 and 5 :I feel are very self explanatory. Registeel for his Steelwatch, and Klinklang because he has artificer dodads.

2. Houndoom from his Hells background and also because I read somewhere that one of Bane’s sacred animals were Black Dogs.

3. Agislash: It’s a steel type, it manipulates people, but more importantly it is said to be able to detect the innate qualities of leadership; and whoever it recognizes as a worthy leader is destined to become a King. So Gortash would be all over one of these.

4. Tyrantum: it is a Dragon with the word Tyrant in it’s name.

6. Serperior: Similar fashion sense.

I tried to think of what Pokemon Durge might have but didn’t come up with a lot since Durge’s can be so individual. I feel like rather then sticking to a type Durge would just always have the most meta team possible to always win fights. Maybe they’d have a Zangoose since those seem the most Bloodthirsty / Slasher Pokemon.

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Final media thought. I think if you forced Gortash and Durge to play a cozy game like Stardew Valley they would do their best to make it as uncozy as possible and WIN.

I can see very clearly those two sitting down to play Stardew Valley but they Min Max the hell out of it. Only talk to villiagers day 1 to get the mission done, spend the next few days Only fishing for max gold and blacking out at the docks. Resetting their run if they don’t have 20,000 gold saved up to buy the irridium rod and silver nuggets to upgrade the pickaxe day 6 ext.

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In game Enver has a lot of dragon iconography in his outfit, so do you think he has some sort of dragon toy or plush for when he's regressed? Maybe a dragon themed blanket?

PLEASE now i just want him in black footie pyjamas with gold dragons all over it. Durge had a dragon plush made just for him and he cuddles it while drawing lil dragons with red crayons