#bon (tav)

[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

Springtime Caresses

III. Angsty Dadstarion, but it's quite alright.

“Here, papa, here! You have to lie down right here! Don’t move!” 

Warm grass tickles the back of Astarion’s neck. With his eyes closed to the bright sun above him, he listens to his surroundings, takes in the bird song and wind dancing through the trees. The static buzz of honey bees. Children’s play. 

Life. 

He’s not asleep but pretends to be. It’s part of the game, or so he’s been told. 

“Sweet dreams, papa!” 

Most of his dreams are sweet these days, but he doesn’t mention that, just complies. 

The scents of sun-warmed soil and perfectly ripened strawberries carry a promise of summer to his nose, lulling Astarion into a twilight state of content drowsiness. Maybe he will allow himself to fall into reverie, after all. He’s tranced in worse places, and with worse company, too. 

But that was a long time ago.

Now, he enjoys ruining his silken shirts with grass stains. Fresh air filling his lungs all day long. The feeling of tiny hands weaving wildflowers into his silver curls. 

Even after all these years, this experience will never cease feeling novel to him—the warmth, the tranquillity. This deep sense of belonging.

Peace.

It’s not a sweet dream, but reality. It’s as real as the wild shrieks and laughter sweeping across the meadow. Children jumping over and around him, eager to slay this or that imaginary fiend. The hem of a skirt he mended only last night brushing against his legs. A young boy humming a song his mother sang over breakfast close to his ear. 

Astarion smiles, or tries not to, since he’s promised to be fast asleep—even when there’s a sudden tug at his hair. 

The humming stops; the laughter fades into displeased groans all around him. Astarion doesn’t need to open his eyes to know that the face eclipsing the sun above him is a much younger version of his own. 

“Careful, Miri, that hurts papa!” The boy scolds as he gently untangles his little sister’s hand from their father’s locks.

“Uh-oh!” the toddler mumbles before she helps the boy pick stray sticks from Astarion’s hair. “Bad!”  

“Yes, Miri—bad.” 

Astarion suppresses the urge to take his daughter’s clumsy hand in his and press a soothing kiss to her small fingers, telling her it’s quite alright. That no harm was done. There never is. Not here. Not with them. 

But all he has to do today is feign sleep, so he will reassure the child later when it’s his turn to braid her hair in time for bed.

“Sorry, papa,” another girl calls from near the treeline. “Miri didn’t mean to hurt you! But don’t worry, we’ll protect you from the true beast!” 

This time, Astarion cannot help the faint smile tugging at his lips. 

It’s a lovely promise, lisped through missing front teeth. And it’s true—most of the time, at least. 

These children, this family he helped create with nothing but love and devotion, distract him from the beast prowling the everlasting darkness far in the back of his mind.

Yet, sometimes, distraction alone isn’t enough… 

Astarion doesn’t like to dwell on the rare occasions when the beast eventually does find its way to him. It’s tamer now, the years have made it lazy enough, but every now and then, it will probe him. It can still sniff out the weakness he’ll never be able to shed, knows whenever he’s at his lowest. 

The beast only lunges at easy prey—it always has.

So, sometimes, when Astarion’s nights are tense with endless whining, misplaced toys and sharp words, the beast breathes down his neck, whispers in his ear.

On your back, boy, right here. Do not move. It will not hurt unless you let it. Your screams have always sounded the sweetest. Are you hurting, yet? Good, it’s because I want you to. It’s what you deserve, you insolent fool. Have you no respect for yourself? That’s why they hate you so, that’s why you’re but a pathetic little boy who’s never amounted to anything that’s why you’re nothing that’s why—

Once the older children perform their duty to scold the youngest among them, the laughter returns. Their faceless fiend is fair game again and all Astarion has to do is sleep, trust in his family’s sweet promise that holds his cure. 

Because, as exhausting as it is, he has learned to ignore the beast, become numb to its poison. It’s a thing of the past and he won’t let it taint his future. 

Astarion lets out a deep breath. He can feel himself grow tired under the little hands stroking his hair.

“No worry, papa.”

No worry, no. Not here. Not with them. Never with them…

There’s a gust of wind coming from up north. It carries the scents of sickly sweet strawberries and petrichor and, ever so slowly, Astarion can feel his mind slipping. 

He doesn’t sleep; he hasn’t in a very long time. Sleep, true sleep, is vulgar and reminds him of death. Instead, Astarion drowns in memories, but even there he’s buried six feet under today. 

There are no strawberries in this freshly dug grave, only the stink of decay. The damp wood of his coffin presses uncomfortably into his back while worms and maggots tickle his neck. Eating at him. Consuming him. 

His broken fingernails hurt as he claws at the darkness surrounding him—this deep in the ground, all shades of grey are tainted black. Sometimes he wonders if his eyes are even open, but they must be because they burn with tears and blood and dust.

There’s laughter coming from somewhere above. It’s rumbling like far-away thunder; it hasn’t reached him, yet, but the threat of it is already stunning him with fear.

He cannot speak he cannot see he cannot be he cannot—

The laughter isn’t coming from above, nor is it coming from anywhere, really. It’s residing inside his head, this vile laughter that won’t let him in on the joke. And why would it? He is nothing, is he not? All he is is blood and screams and death. Bodies piled atop his aching shoulders, weighing him down.

So why is he moving? Why is he digging through wet soil until he can see moonlight illuminating his path to…

The beast eclipses the moon and the stars shining down on him. It has stopped laughing, though its maw is stretched into an unnatural grin, revealing a pair of sharp fangs—the key to the wounds on his neck. A promise of endless misery.

He cannot stop moving towards the beast. It holds its claws out to him, stroking his hair, scratching his scalp raw. There you are, boy, always crawling back to me. My good, prodigal son—look at you! Do you know why you’re here? With me? It’s because, after all these years, you’re still mine. And you will always be.

“Astarion?”

There’s a light drizzle soaking his skin. 

Astarion opens his eyes to a sun that’s crawled past its zenith, taking the music of children’s play with it. The silence feels oppressive, just like the calm before a great storm, and all he can feel are the small, warm bodies Astarion helped create press against him. They’re curled up against his side, lying draped over his legs, clutching his arm. Weighing him down.

No.

Grounding him, always ever grounding him. 

He needs to shield his sleeping children from the rain, he thinks, but his arms are still caged somewhere between nightmare and reality. 

Fuck, how long had he been out?

Astarion inhales deeply. He just needs a moment to come to his senses.

He can smell rain-soaked cotton, crisp air and that faint scent of magic he would recognise even if he were buried deep in the ground.

Oh, of course…

“Astarion.”

He allows himself a relieved half-smile as the rain above him is coming to a sudden halt a moment later. 

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, my heart,” Tav says as she steps into the meadow, one eyebrow raised at the sight in front of her. “But what in the nine hells are you doing out here?”

Astarion can only watch as little droplets of rain run down the magic dome enclosing him and the children, tear drops that can never reach them now. 

“I’m a sleeping princess, or so I’ve been told. But I’m rather afraid my knights in shining armour fell asleep before they got to wake me…” 

Tav joins her family under her shield of magic, strokes the head of the child closest to her as she smiles at her husband.

“I see. May I kiss you awake instead, then?” 

“You already have, darling,” Astarion whispers. “But do it again, yes? Just to be on the safe side…?” 

His hand brushes the swell of Tav’s stomach as she’s trying to settle comfortably against him. It’s getting rather crowded—the house, life, moments like this—but there’s always room for one more, Astarion thinks.

Tav grins as she sweetly kisses her way from his cheek to his mouth, where she finally lingers. 

To Astarion, Tav’s lips taste of freedom, of nightmares swiftly broken. Of home—the best distraction he never dared to hope for. One he never wants to end.

In the distance, there’s a gentle thunder rolling towards the meadow, but that’s quite alright. Astarion knows that it can’t do any harm. Not here. Not with them.

Never with his family around him.

@seaofdaydreams , my dear, I hope you do not mind me borrowing Miri's name for this one ♡

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[aye-toast]

That one kiss where you get to kiss his hand first

[rhiaden]

So...final video from me until I finish editing the one I am deep in now. This was the very first editing attempt I did. This is my Tav and AA, set to Bon Jovi "Thank you for loving me" - Because when was cycling through songs, the line "For being my eyes when I couldnt see" just inspired me. I am not sure which out of the 3 I published so far are my favourite...I am torn between this and the Smackbound one... As with my last vid, this one contains nudity from Act 3 romance scene with Female Tav Youtube one has no sound, the uploaded vid below the cut is a rough edit adding the game sound back in. Once I get it into Davinci Resolve I will tidy it up

[ethanrayne]

A little snippet of fic I've been chipping away at featuring Bon and Mayhem as kids-

The Stonyeyes district didn’t boast many temples- in fact, very few districts of the outer city had any sort of shrine or temple at all- but the little two-room building of the Stonyeyes Moonmaiden Sanctuary was one of the prettiest things in the neighborhood, if you asked Bon. He wasn’t a Selûnite- his mother prayed to just about everybody who’d listen, and Bon himself had taken to praying to Tymora, in hopes that a little luck would boost him and his mother out of the misery of the outer city- but the building was the only one around with more than a little stone in it, all solid stone brick walls and beautiful stained glass windows, and even though there were only two rooms- just the temple proper and a small office and bedroom where the clerics would stay overnight sometimes- the temple room was bigger than any Bon had ever seen, with six rows of benches for rest or contemplation and a statue the size of a full-grown orc, probably- well, maybe, definitely bigger than Bon was likely to be when he grew up, at least seven feet tall, he figured. The statue was beautiful, elegantly carved from stone, with the classic symbol of Selûne painted onto its base, over a carved relief of the same symbol. It looked almost like it had held gems in the stars and the eyes, once upon a time, but they were long gone if so. “Admiring my lady, I see,” a warm, aged voice called from the doorway to the priest’s quarters, startling Bon and Mayhem both. The boys turned to look, Bon grinning at the old cleric that stood there. She was tall, with weathered dark skin, and the same sort of points to her ears that Bon had- the subtler tip that marked her as a half-elf, like him. Her hair was wiry, a deep chestnut brown with more grey in it than brown at this point, and pulled back from her head to form a cloud behind her. Her robes were deep blue and only barely adorned, embroidered at the shoulders with subtle silver swirls that looked as though she’d done them herself- a fact Bon knew to be true, because he’d seen her working at it once, when his mother brought him to the temple a little early for one of the temple’s full moon services, which always had the best food in Stonyeyes, and which they attended at least two months a year just because the food was free. “Hallo, Mistress Denna,” Bon chimed politely, leaning in to what adults claimed was his ‘cherubic charm’ in the hopes that they wouldn’t be in trouble for wandering in unaccompanied. Not everyone was a fan of random children wandering unattended, but he and Mayhem had learned that it did well to seem like you weren’t doing anything wrong whether you were or not. “Bonifacio,” Denna replied in greeting, “And… do you know, I don’t think I’ve caught your name a single time, little one? Still, it’s lovely to see young folks interested in our temple. And once more, Bon, you truly needn’t call me ‘Mistress Denna’, I’m not that sort of priest, lad. Just Denna is fine.” “I’m not that little,” Mayhem replied, “I’m taller than Bon already, see? And- well, um.” He paused, looking nervous, and Bon bumped their shoulders together for support. “His name’s Mayhem, miss,” Bon said quietly, “but he’s-” “I’ve only just picked it,” Mayhem added, “cause my old one wasn’t about me, it was just what the orphanage liked. But I’m not gonna cause any trouble in here, I promise, it’s just- Bon keeps saying how pretty the statue is, and I wanted to see.”

Denna smiled, nodding towards the benches. “You’re welcome to admire her as long as you like. And if you’re curious… I’d be happy to tell you about the Moonmaiden, whenever you want. There aren’t many duties, at a temple this small, and I enjoy sharing my lady’s light. If not, well, you lads can sit here and just enjoy the view for yourselves, too.” Mayhem glanced at Bon, almost conspiratorially, and settled onto the bench at the front. “Bon loves stories. An’ I’ve got nowhere better to be, so long as I can find something for lunch later, so I’ll stay and listen, I guess.” “Perhaps we have some bread that we could share as I speak,” Denna suggested, heading for the priest’s quarters. “Give me just a moment.” “Told you she’d feed us for free,” Bon whispered as he settled in next to Mayhem. “Priests like that sort of thing, it makes them feel like they’re doing something important.” “No, I’m pretty sure it makes them feel like they might get a convert out of it,” Mayhem whispered back, but his eyes stayed on the face of the statue in front of them as he said it. He relaxed, little by little, the longer he looked. --- The next morning, Mayhem dragged Bon into the alley behind the Drowning Rat, shoving a dagger into his hands and turning his back. “What are you doing?” Bon asked, looking down at the dagger. It was ornate, but not the way that upper city folk’s things were- the handle wasn’t proper silver, it just looked silver enough to be pretty, and the blue gem in the pommel looked like it might actually be colored glass of some sort, not a stone, but it was nice, too nice for a kid in an alley in Stonyeyes to be carrying it. “Did you nick this, Mayhem, are you trying to get locked up?” “No, shut up, help me cut my hair off so I can put it back, you idiot,” Mayhem snapped. “I slept at the temple, last night.” “You stole from Denna?” Bon hissed, shoving the hilt of the dagger back into Mayhem’s hands. “She’ll never feed us now!” “She will if I put it back, don’t be stupid, I’m not gonna fuck up a free meal,” Mayhem pushing the dagger back towards Bon. “Now help me, or I’m gonna end up injuring myself with the stupid thing and then she’ll be really pissed.” “Okay, okay, just come further from the back door, if Mum sees any of this she’s gonna call you a bad influence and not let you hang around. And mind your language where she might hear, will you? Gods, Mayhem, you’ve got no sense.” Bon took the dagger carefully as Mayhem let his hair down, cascading in waves over his shoulders for the first time that Bon had ever seen. Bon gathered it carefully, cutting low enough that Mayhem’s hair would be more like the jaw-length bob that Bon himself sported. “More,” Mayhem said quietly. “I don’t want anyone mistaking me for a girl ever again, Bon.” Bon nodded shakily. “Alright, but- I don’t wanna cut too close, I’m not good with a knife.” “Yeah, cause your Mum won’t let you practice cause you nearly took your finger off once when you were way littler than this, which is dumb and paranoid of her.” Bon snorted, shaking his head, and re-gathered Mayhem’s hair to try again. “Hold still, and don’t shit-talk my mum, dumbass.” “Now who needs to watch his language where she might hear,” Mayhem muttered, but he held still, letting Bon cut close enough, with a few more attempts, that the bright pink hair was reduced to a short, shaggy mess atop Mayhem’s head. “Good enough?” Bon asked, after he’d done the best work he could manage without risking Mayhem’s ears or nicking his horns. “I dunno, I can’t see it,” Mayhem quipped. “But. It feels better, at least. Thanks. C’mon, let’s go put this back before she’s seen it’s gone.”

[surprise-based-teddy-bear]

Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Relationships: Astarion/Tav Additional Tags: POV Astarion, canon adjacent, Manipulation, Trust Issues, PTSD, Trauma, Dissociation, Implied/Referenced Past Abuse, of all kinds, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Vampire Bites, Drug Use, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, figuring out feelings, Slow(ish) Burn, Eventual Romance, Occasional Sexual Content, most of it warped by past trauma, Astarion Being Astarion, Soft Astarion (eventually), everyone is bad at feelings, Everyone Needs A Hug

A snippet for your previewing pleasure:

The coffin erupted in a spray of splinters as the corpse inside burst free. Neline yelped and fell back; fortunately for her, right into the beam of light. The skeleton shuffled off to another coffin. As it released another one of its kind, Astarion swore and dashed for the shadows. By the time he turned back, daggers at the ready, they were staring down half a dozen corpses. Shadowheart raised her hand and shouted something. A flash brighter than the midday sun seared Astarion's eyes. His skin sizzled, ablaze with holy power. He tried to scream, but his lungs had seized up. The parasite thrashed behind his eye. Suddenly, nothing. Then everything again: the groaning and wheezing of undead throats, Gale's chanting, the metallic clank of Shadowheart's shield, the crack of bone. A startled lungful of musty air smothered Astarion's senses in mouldering wood and centuries-old decay. He opened his eyes, dazed and disoriented. Across the cave he saw the other undead, still fleeing Shadowheart's spell in mindless panic. He stared down at his hands; the skin was intact, unburnt. The tadpole. It had to– Something whizzed past his cheek and startled him back to the present. One of the corpses had recovered and began pelting them all with a steady, mechanical pulse of arrows. Astarion snatched up his daggers off the cave floor and rejoined the fray. The rest of the fight was a blur of skeletal grins shattered into dull-white debris, of bones snapped and pried apart in puffs of long-dead dust. When it ended, Astarion's hands were still shaking. He retreated into deepest shadow and buried his face in them. His legs felt unsteady too; he couldn't tell if it was a remnant of the spell's effects or simply the memory it. A godsdamned cleric. As if the monster slayer wasn't bad enough.

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Hello, folks, welcome. I write Baldur's Gate 3 fanfiction sometimes. If you're interested, check them out :)

You can read them here (see list below) or on AO3

MASTERLIST BY SERIES (newest to oldest)

The hand that feeds is the hand that's loved

Astarion's an aspiring lawyer, who's running from his past and suffers from a long list of food allergies. Gale's a former culinary prodigy, who's going through a nasty divorce and suffers from cooking fatigue. They meet in the snack aisle.

Trigger Waring (18+): Alternate Universe: Modern Setting, No Magic, No Vampire, No Wizard, Lawyer Astarion, Cook Gale, Astarion Has Food Allergies, Gale Is Depressed, Astarion Everything Is A Transaction Ancunin, Tara Is Not A Cat, Morena Dekarios Supremacy, Old Women Yuri, Elminster Is The Weird Uncle, Mystra Is Faerûn's Gordon Ramsay But A Proper Bitch, Cazador Is A Piece Of Shit, Cheesy Food Puns, Unnecessary Cooking And Food Details, This Is Basically A Culinary Show, Author Constantly Thinks About Food, Food As A Love Language, POV Astarion, POV Gale, Angst, Emotional Rollercoaster, Feelings, Overthinking, PTSD, Dissociation, Past Domestic Abuse, Past Non-Con/Rape, Attempted Murder, Satanic Cult, Slow Burn (but not too slow), Eventual Smut, Unsafe Sex, Unhealthy Coping Mechanism, Anal Sex, Blow Job/Fellatio, Fingering, Hand Job, Rimming, Frottage, Face-Fucking

On AO3

Last Days of Our Lives [COMPLETED]

Life was rather special at the Circus of the Last Days. It was a surprisingly uneventful, tranquil lifestyle - despite dying clowns and fucking monsters.

Trigger Warning (18+): The Origin Characters Are Side Characters, The Circus Crew Are The Main Characters, No Tav, Rarest Rare-Pairs, Monsterfucking, But Sweet? Crack (kind of), Canon-Typical Violence, Slight Gore, Slight Body Horror, Graphic Description of Sex, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Blowjob/Fellatio, Handjob, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Semi-Public Sex, Orgy, Threesome, Depraved Carnal Lust, Slice Of Life, Circus Life, I don't Know How To Tag This Weird Shit

On AO3

Bon appétit [COMPLETED]

[Astarion/Gale]

It's 2 a.m., Gale's tired and wants some food. Astarion, the cute barista/waiter at the Emerald Grove knows how to sate his cravings.

Trigger warning (18+): Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, No Magic, No Vampire, No Wizard, Graphic Description of Sex, Smut, Anal Sex, Cum Eating, Cum Feeding, Fellatio, Fingering, Rimming, Unrealistic Refractory Period, Food Puns, Food Porn, Cheesy Dialog (Pun intended), Improvised Lube & Sex toys (don't try this at home kids), Gale is tired and hungry (literally), Astarion eats Gale (figuratively), Waiter Astarion, Professor Gale, Slight Angst, Feels, Panic Attacks, Felching, Semi-Public Sex, Frottage, Past Abuse, Mentioning of Past Addiction, Face-fucking, Role-play Breeding, Vomiting, Negative Self-talk, Blowjob, Handjob, Thigh-fucking, Gale's Creaking Knees, Depraved Carnal Lust

On AO3

Bon appétit – Holiday Special: Snow Cone [COMPLETED]

[Astarion/Gale]

Astarion & Gale enjoy a walk in the fresh snow. Shenanigans occur, freaky ideas are tried, dirty fantasies get shared. Who knew snowmen were helpful for... other forms of entertainment?

This belongs to the "Bon Appétit" universe, but can be read as a stand-alone. There are spoilers regarding Astarion & Gale relationship status and Gale's job situation though.

Trigger warning (18+): Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, No Magic, No Vampire, Graphic Description of Sex, Smut, Anal Sex, Fingering, Sex In The Snow, Unorthodox Use of Icicles, Misuse of Snowmen, Improvised Sex Toys (don't try this at home kids), Accidental Voyeurism, Overall Mandatory Snow-related Activities, Domestic Fluff

On AO3

Confusing Cruising [COMPLETED]

[Astarion/Gale]

Astarion's pissed - seething with rage, really - since his abusive ex-boyfriend/boss/most influential lawyer in Baldur's Gate had taken everything from him. So, naturally, he self-medicates by drowning himself in work and running on the treadmill. While at the gym, he sees a cute guy and decides to have some fun. Nothing serious, of course... And Astarion's fucked.

Trigger warning (18+): Alternative Universe - Modern Setting, No Magic, No Vampire, No Wizard, Graphic Description of Sex, Smut, Anal Sex, Anilingus, Fingering, Rimming, Switching, Cum Eating, Past Abuse, PTSD, Unhealthy Anger Management, Food Aversion, Gale's Low Self-Esteem, Exercise instead of Therapy (don't try this at home, kids), (Failed) Cruising, Car Sex (Author strongly advises against this irl) Hand Creme as Lube (Don't try this at home kids), Dissociation, Lawyer!Astarion, Professor!Gale

On AO3

Sweet Little Treats [COMPLETED]

The tadpoled adventurers meet Harleep, and it goes a little different than expected...

Warnings: graphic description of sex, M/M, F/F, M/F, switching, orgy, incubus sex magic, spell-bound, non-consensual sex, Depraved Carnal Lust, Gale's creaking knees

On AO3

Cock: Lost and Found [COMPLETED]

Karlach lost her cock. Chaos breaks out.

Warnings: crack, dumb & silly, idk wtf this is but here you go

On AO3

Lavender and Starflower (Mobster AU) [COMPLETED]

[Astarion/Gale]

The Dekarios Clan reigns over Waterdeep as the city’s protector for centuries. Suddenly, the Clan gets challenged by Cazador, the head of the Szarr Clan that rules over Baldur’s Gate. Of course, such an attack won’t be tolerated and the intruder must be forced back and out of the City of Splendors. While fixing destroyed protection sigils, Gale, wizard prodigy and heir of the Dekarios Clan, meets a charming stranger called Astarion. And Gale makes the biggest mistake of his life; he invites the pale elf into his home.

Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, graphic description of violence and torture, non-con/rape, derogatory language, dissociation, smut, gore, vomiting, angst, emotional rollercoaster, claustrophobia, PTSD responses, panic attack, Mobster AU

On AO3

Tav & her merry little bunch of weirdos

[fem!Tav/Astarion, fem!Tav/Gale, fem!Tav/Halsin, fem!Tav/Shadowheart, Astarion/Gale, fem!Tav/Multi]

Sex, love, and... feelings? The adventures of Tav and her merry little bunch of weirdos during and after the events of 'Baldur's Gate 3'.

Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, fluff, the feels, character study

On AO3

Hear my pleas [COMPLETED]

[Astarion/Gale]

This one’s different from my usual fics and set in an alternative universe where all the worst-case scenario outcomes had happened (set post BG3):

Astarion has ascended, his vampire spawn lover Tav, a Bhaalspawn, is dead, Gale reached godhood, Shadowheart was killed by her Sharran kin, Karlach's beheaded for the sword of Tyr, Wyll and Halsin are dead along with the tieflings and the grove, Lae'zel and Minthara had been killed in the last battle against the Netherbrain.

Astarion's lonely and tired. He has no one. Thus, in his desperation, he builds an altar for the God of Ambition and prays to him despite not expecting an answer. – His prayers are heard though.

Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, angst, anilingus, anal sex, nonconsensual blood drinking, blood, biting, cum-eating, choking, dom/sub power dynamic, derogatory language, dubious consent, fellatio, face-fucking, violence, vomiting, spanking, sprinkle of praise kink, these men have trauma, character study, emotional rollercoaster, happy ending (I wouldn't stand it otherwise), unnamed Tav, they/them pronounce for Tav, original character, OC, post-canon

On AO3

Deep like water [COMPLETED]

Prequel of our favourite nerdy wizard Gale. The story's about his life before the game, how he was groomed by a literal goddess, and how he was praised and put under pressure as a 'gifted' kid.

Trigger warnings: angst, depression, life crisis, graphic description of evil magic that tries to consume the human body, teenage smut, masturbation

Chapter 1: Before Mystra

Chapter 2: Becoming Mystra's

Chapter 3: Impressing Mystra

Chapter 4: Punished by Mystra

Chapter 5: Letting go of Mystra

On AO3

Baby, the stars shine bright [COMPLETED]

Prequel of our favourite and fabulous vampire spawn Astarion. The story's about his life before meeting Cazador, being turned into a vampire spawn, and all the 'pure shit' he went through while being under his master's thumb.

Trigger warnings (18+): angst, canon-typical violence, graphic description of assault, gore & violence, grooming, non-con/rape, psychological horror/terror, torture

Chapter 1: Before Cazador

Chapter 2: Meeting Cazador

Chapter 3: Becoming Cazador's

Chapter 4: Being Cazador's

Chapter 5: Surviving Cazador

Chapter 6: Snatched away from Cazador

On AO3

[unaarista]

How about C3 prompt of the Emperor and illithid tav, but sharing a brain 🤣

bon appétit 😋

Full list of prompts -> HERE

[aethes-bookshelf]

empty eyes, emptier words || astarion/tav/halsin

I've been stuck in BG3 hell since the game first came out. I'm still in there. I don't think I'll be coming out anytime soon, so have this piece of angst. If everything goes well, maybe I'll deliver on some devil fucking (ft. Haarlep & Raphael). But that's a big IF.

For now, take this. I wrote it in class. I was supposed to be paying attention, but I made this instead. Bon appétit.

Warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, tav straight up fucking dies

Pairing: astarion/tav/halsin

Wordcount: 1.4k

Summary: Orin knew exactly who to take to hit those troublesome True Souls the hardest. Their leader was the obvious choice - a chicken can only run so far if you take its head. Tav would make a beautiful sacrifice for Bhaal.

And if anyone came to try and get them back? All the better. Blood will flow either way. And what a sight it'll be.

[I made some changes to Orin's dagger. Now, whoever gets killed with it can't be resurrected. Or can they?]

ao3 link || part 2

Orin turned around at the first sound of footsteps. She brandished her dagger, her Netherstone embedded in the cold metal of the weapon. She was standing on the sacrificial altar at the center of the temple. Beneath her laid Tav, arms and legs bound. They were unconscious, fresh and old wounds littering their body. The little clothing they wore stuck to their skin, wet with blood. The smell of it hit Astarion like a club to the head. He hated how his mouth instantly watered, hunger rearing its ugly head.

‘I don’t smell Gortash’s rot on you,’ Orin said, crouching by Tav’s body. She dragged her blade across their skin. Fresh blood bubbled to the surface. Tav didn’t even flinch. They were barely breathing.

‘Did it think it could trick me? Did it think it could save?’ Orin taunted, her dagger stopping right over Tav’s heart. Astarion could hear its faint beating.

The heat of Karlach’s anger burned the air around her. ‘I hope you’re not about to do what I think you are. For your sake.’ Her massive ax sliced through the pungent air, tail swishing behind her.

Halsin didn’t speak, but his eyes glowed bright gold. His hands were clenched at his sides, anger barely restrained.

Astarion unsheathed his own daggers, their weight a fleeting comfort. ‘You lay one more finger on them, I’ll rip your throat out,’ he said. A growl ripped itself out of his throat.

‘Your teeth aren’t sharp enough to pierce my throat,’ said Orin. The tip of her dagger sank into Tav’s chest. ‘Not enough to slice my flesh, taste my blood.’ She drew back her hand, dagger rising into the air. A speck of blood followed its tip.

Astarion clenched his jaw so hard his teeth hurt. His upper lip drew back; he bared his fangs on instinct.

‘Even if you kill them, all you’ll achieve is pissing us off,’ said Karlach. Her words were confident, but her voice betrayed her; she was afraid. ‘We’ll just bring them back so they can spit on your fucking corpse after I split you in half, you crazy bitch.’

None of them liked the way Orin laughed at those words. ‘“Bring them back”? Not here. Not with Bhall’s blessing.’ She grinned, showing all of her teeth. ‘They’ll be the first sacrifice of the night. Then I’ll spill your blood and guts on their flayed skin.’ A shiver ran through Orin as she brought her dagger down.

The blade sank into Tav’s chest with a sickening squelch. They gasped, body going rigid for just a second. Then they went limp.

Astarion’s scream rang through the still air as Karlach charged the altar.

* * *

Astarion knelt down by the bodies laying on the stairs and started rifling through their pockets.

‘What the hell are you doing, Fangs?’ asked Karlach. Tears were evaporating off of her face, her infernal engine still hot with her battle rage. The ashes of a used scroll of revivify were cooling at her feet. The spell's energy had already ran out and Tav was still limp, their body slowly going rigid.

‘I’m looting, can’t you tell?’ Astarion’s voice was snappy, but even. ‘Tav’s usually the one to take everything that’s not nailed down but they obviously can’t do it this time, can they?’

He leaned down over a pile of smoking bones and burned blood that used to be a man once. ‘They always find something for us in these piles of trash, I thought it’d be… nice to do the same for them for once.’ He managed to fish out a rusted dagger from underneath the pile.

‘Astarion,’ said Karlach, voice breaking.

‘Besides, their favorite tea ran out a few days ago, so we’re gonna need stuff to sell.’ He leaned over the pile of Orin’s gore next. ‘Tav spent most of our money on some new armor for you and Gale, and that tea’s expensive, you know?’ He took Orin’s dagger. His hands were shaking.

‘Astarion,’ Karlach tried again. The low hiss of evaporating tears got louder.

‘They deserve to drink something good when they come back, no?’ Astarion stood up straight. His grip on Orin’s dagger was so tight his chuckles went paper-white.

‘Astarion,’ Karlach’s voice was low and thick with tears, ‘I don’t think they’re coming ba—’

‘Don’t you dare finish that sentence.’ Astarion was quick to turn around and point the dagger at Karlach’s chest. ‘Don’t you dare finish that sentence.’ For the first time since they arrived at the temple, his voice broke. ‘Of course they’re coming back. Why do we keep that creepy skeleton around if not to bring us back in times like these?’

His eyes watered. ‘They’re coming back. They have to. They must. Even if that means I’ll have to drag them out of the Hells myself.’

Astarion’s eyes wandered to Tav’s broken corpse. They were still laying on the altar, the stone of it slick with their drying blood. He couldn’t see their face; Halsin’s shoulders were obstructing the view. Astarion could swear the druid was shaking too.

‘Halsin, they’re coming back, right? They’re coming back!’ If Astarion’s heart still beat, it’d be fluttering with rising panic.

Halsin’s voice was low and quiet. He kept stroking Tav’s matted hair as he spoke. ‘I’m not sure they will, my friend.’

Those words punched all air out of Astarion’s lungs. Fury replaced it.

‘Shut up!’ he screamed; his voice echoed in the empty temple. ‘We were supposed to have decades together. Decades! They can’t leave yet. They promised!’ His knees buckled. With every word he spoke, he sank lower and lower, until his knees hit the cold stone beneath him. ‘They promised we’d… We were supposed to find a way for me to be in the sun again,’ his voice faded into silence.

Astarion couldn’t speak anymore. His chest clenched and his eyes burned. He wanted to scream. He wanted to rage and kill, and tear. He wanted to bring Orin back just so he could send her to her blasted god all over again. He wanted to hear Tav laugh at one of his stupid jokes.

His throat was clenched so tight not even sobs could escape it. He was vaguely aware Halsin’s shoulders were openly shaking with his grief, but he couldn’t bring himself to comfort the druid. That would mean looking at Tav’s empty eyes. That would make this entire nightmare real. So very, terribly real.

Astarion’s grip on Orin’s dagger loosened; the weapon fell with a loud cling, its Netherstone slipping out of it. The stone shone dimly in the light of the torches.

All of it for these stones. All this death, pain and misery for these three pieces of one whole. Tav died for it.

Meaningless, meaningless, meaningless. All of it. All of it!

Astarion’s mind was reeling; jumping from pain to denial to anger to desperation. He didn’t know what to do. Tav would know, he thought, and a fresh wave of tears fell.

Karlach laid a hand on his shoulder. She’d cooled down enough for her touch to be only slightly painful on his corpse-cold skin. ‘We have to go, Fangs. Halsin.’ Her grip on Astarion tightened when he shook his head. ‘We have to go,’ she repeated, harsher this time. Barely restrained emotion shook her voice. ‘If they even can come back, we need to get them back to camp as soon as possible.’

Halsin took a deep breath and wiped his face with the back of his hand. ‘Karlach’s right,’ he said and stood up. Tav was limp as he cradled them close to his chest. To his heart. ‘If we stay here too long, we’ll certainly lose them for good.’ The druid squared his shoulders and turned to face the other two.

Astarion went rigid at the sight of Tav’s hand, limply hanging off the side of their body. He couldn’t bring himself to look up at their face.

‘Astarion,’ Halsin’s voice was soft, ‘I understand your pain. They are in my heart as they are in yours. But we mustn't waste time lest we lose them forever. If there is a chance to save them, we must act now.’

Astarion swallowed down the bile rising in his throat. The chill of death had never been more present in his bones. He nodded, silent, and picked up Orin’s dagger and Netherstone.

‘Let’s go,’ said Karlach, new-found determination on her face. ‘We still have to buy their favorite tea after this, right? How’d you put it, Fangs? “They deserve to drink something good after this”?’

Astarion nodded. He didn’t trust his voice not to break if he spoke. There was an empty, far-away look in his eyes.

As they left the temple of Bhaal, the sweet stench of blood followed them out.

[loulouhattie]

The Vampire’s Violin

Pairing: m!Tav x Astarion

Summary:

In my playthrough, Astarion multiclasses as a bard. My HC is that he loved music once, and played it before Cazador took him. Now, with his taste first of freedom in 200 years, he indulges himself by trying again. But doesn't anticipate Finn watching him

Tav: Finn is a half drow fighter/paladin who puts up a front of being a too-cool, tough guy jock. In reality, its a mask for his sensitive and gentle nature

Rating: teen

Tags: fluff, romantic tension, little bit of enemies to lovers, but very light

This is a very self indulgent one-shot I wrote because I couldnt stop thinking about this story hc, and then I had to draw it to bring it to life and

Well

Bon appetit i guess

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‘Gods above!’

Astarion almost dropped the violin, swinging around to see the Finn staring through the bushes, eyes gleaming and his face split into a mischievous grin.

‘How bloody long were you standing there!’ he hissed.

Finn shrugged.

‘I only came out here to find a tree to piss on. Certainly didn’t expect to find you giving the squirrels a concert!’ Finn smirked at him.

Astarion's fingers curled around the bow. He hated this feeling that he’s been caught.

But there’s nothing wrong with what he was doing, is there?

Finn noticed the tension in his shoulders, and his sneer softened.

‘Can I listen?’

‘What? No. Fuck off,’ Astarion spat, ‘and if you tell the others, I’ll decorate your bedroll with your innards.’

Finn stepped out from the bushes, standing only a few feet from the pale elf in clearing. Astarion’s eyes narrowed, his hackles tense like a cornered cat.

‘I won’t breathe a word, honest. I guess I’m just surprised, you don’t strike me as...well, it’s nice to learn a little more about you,’ Finn explained earnestly.

His tone was sincere, but Astarion’s eyes remained narrow.

‘well, it’s not much to learn about. It was a long time ago. From before I was turned,'

He absently twirled the bow,

'I suppose I got curious. People have often said such skills never leave you, and, well, like I said. I got curious.’

‘Cazador not a music lover?’

The bow stopped twirling.

‘That had better be a joke.’ it came out in a snarl.

Finn raised his hands in apology. The silence in the clearing was cool and comforting, accented by the occasional chirp of insects.

Astarion’s shoulders relaxed, and he turned so that he faced Finn fully.

‘You’re not going to fuck off. Are you?’

‘Nope!’ the half drow’s eyes couldn’t possibly get any rounder as he plonked happily down on the ground, legs crossed and beaming like a child.

Astarion scoffed. He twirled the bow once more, chewing the inside of his cheek.

‘If you’re going to insist on staying here, just keep quiet. It won’t do to distract me.’ he snapped at Finn, raising the violin to his chin. Out of the corner of his eye, Finn’s eyes sparkled as he shifted to a more comfortable position.

The pale elf exhaled, pressing the rest into the crook of his neck. With his bow hand, he plucked the string. He turned the peg for the corresponding string slowly, plucking steadily as the note sharpened.

A hot spot in his fingertip formed under the string’s friction. The note pinged clearly through the clearing, and he was satisfied. Onto the next 3 strings.

Finn watched the vampire intently. He couldn’t help but notice that his posture shifting. His brows were always so furrowed with malice, but now the focus on tuning the instrument had melted them.

There was a ghost of gentleness to his red eyes. Finn made sure not to move, careful not to disrupt this trancelike state.

Astarion plucked all 4 strings once more, their notes singing gently into the air. Shifting his stance, he raised the bow to the instrument. The insects were silent, waiting. Waiting for the performance to begin.

But the elf hesitated. His gaze clouded. Finn felt a sense of melancholy radiate from him.

‘Is…is something wrong?’ Finn probed gently. Astarion lowed the bow, dejected.

‘I don’t know what to play.’ he admitted.

200 years without so much as thinking of playing, and he was going to just give it a go?

Pathetic. What a stupid, foolish idiot he was! He wasn’t good for anything beyond manipulating and seducing pretty things-

‘I know!’

A sharp whistle sang through the clearing, making Astarion winced.

What was this idiot doing now? Astarion stared at him incredulously, about to snap at him.

Finn’s face scrunched with focus as he barely got a half cooked tune out between his lips. The only time he ever whistled was for Scratch, and this tone deaf fool couldn’t get a note out!

Then, he heard it. In between the very flat notes, he recognised that tune.

It was the song that Alfira sang in the Grove.

Astarion went still. He focused on the notes that wove together in a tapestry of melody.

Could he piece that melody together? Something he had only heard once?

He raised the bow, and passed it across the instrument. The strings squeaked in protest.

A grimace.

Finn continued to whistle... well, he continued to struggle.

Astarion repositioned the bow in his fingers. He pulled it across the violin again.

And this time, the note flowed forth. And melted into the next, flowing into a song.

It was as though mage hands were gently guiding him. The dust fell slowly from his memory as he recalled the forms for playing.

What started as rough squeaks began to form into a melody, a song. It filled the clearing, and he instinctively began to shift his weight from one foot to the other to keep his tempo.

Finn watched, transfixed. What he thought was a shift in demeanour before when he was tuning the violin was nothing compared to what was before him now.

Moonlight gleamed off Astarion’s pearlescent skin and snowy curls, dancing off him to the song he deftly coaxed from the instrument. He was a different being entirely - he was lost in the music.

His face creased in focus, not out of his usual snidenesss. He was transcendent, his brows and lips dancing to the rhythm as he bow flowed across the strings.

The song came to an end. And both men were still.

Neither said a word for a beat.

‘I won’t lie: you’re a bit shit.’ Finn broke the silence.

Astarion let out an uncharacteristic bark of laughter. Finn snickered to himself. The air was light, and mild around them.

A blush crept up Finn’s ears.

Astarion lowered the violin, letting it hang at his side. The silence of the forest permeated the clearing. He was suddenly aware of how exposed he felt out here. The bliss of feeling the music vanished in an instant.

‘We should head back, before some goblin or beast comes calling for an encore.’

‘Wait,’ Finn stood up quickly, dusting off his trousers. ‘I really enjoyed that. Listening to you play. Do you…'

He shifted on his feet, scooting dust beneath his shoe,

'if you play again, could I come and listen?’

Astarion took in the half-drow before him. He hadn’t noticed before, but his ashen skin seemed to absorb the moon and starlight. A gift of the Underdark, perhaps.

His red eye sparkled, and he recognised the blush on his ears and cheeks. The faintest hint of desire.

This would be easier than he thought.

‘Darling. I suppose we could arrange a more intimate viewing.’ he stalked past Finn, taking care to breeze so closely by that he brushed delicately past Finn’s fingertips.

He heard the faintest trace of his breath catching, and he knew he had him in the palm of his hand. He gazed at him through lowered lashes, a smile etched across his face. Poor, pathetic boy.

‘Let’s head back to camp. Maybe tomorrow night, we can arrange another little…performance.’

[soap-askblog]

Tav, when ya gonna come down for a visit to ma office?

(Hi angel! So like you I was inspired by many of the ask blogs and so I made my own oc to kind of interact with the different blogs. She’s a private contractor that works within the military medical departments- assigned to work with many of the soldiers in the sas by laswell. Unfortunately she is a sweet American southern bell.. but if this makes you uncomfortable or you wouldn’t want to respond in any way please message me I promise my feelings aren’t hurt! Thank you!)

aye bon, ah will come by in a few minutes!

(angel here! i think this is such a cool fucking idea! this reminds of my oc from a fic i'm working on. she's from georgia and an army ranger, but the absolute opposite of a southern belle. she's a southern blow horn. interact as much as you'd like 🤍)

[reeseykins]

We Spend Our Nights so Bon Vivant

Notes: A smutty little thing that I couldn't resist writing. Tav x Astarion mostly but Halsin implied. Explicit af.

“Shhh darling, you have to be quiet,” Astarion purred in Tav’s ear, as he clamped his hand over her mouth. She was trying so hard to stifle herself, but the feel of him pumping into her – not the mention the thrill of knowing they could be caught – was too much.

Astarion slid his cock nearly all the way out and paused, teasing her with the tip. She was practically flush against the door, her face pressed solidly against the rough wood, and she arched her back to signal her desperate need for more.

It was late at night, but the Elfsong Tavern was still brimming with bawdy patrons. She could hear the ruckus mere steps away on the other side of the door. Astarion had led her here only a few minutes before, although she hadn’t needed much convincing - not after he had whispered such deliciously sinful things into her ear.

He slid back into her wetness, deep and urgent, and she almost gasped as she felt him fill her fully. She whined in pleasure, and was thankful he hadn’t removed his hand covering her mouth.

“Does it excite you, knowing Halsin is right on the other side of this door?” He whispered, voice thick as honey with lust. He pulled back and thrust in again, as if to accentuate the point. “Knowing he is waiting his turn to take you like this?”

Their lover, Halsin, had watched the two across the table while their friends drank and cavorted, oblivious. She’d locked eyes with him and reached out with a foot to rub his leg as Astarion told her how he’d fuck her slow and deep, just steps away if she’d follow him to one of the tavern's unoccupied rooms. Halsin’s half-smile and lustful gaze told her they’d planned this – the two were always planning new ways to make her scream with pleasure.

Astarion thrust harder, forcing her to rock against the door as he plunged in to the hilt. He shushed her again as he released his hand from her mouth, bracing on either side of her to fuck her with his preternatural strength. She twisted her arm back and grasped his hip, fingers squeezing him, urging him on.

His breath was coming shorter, and an unstifled moan escaped his lips. She turned and saw him clamp his mouth shut, and smirked as he struggled to keep himself quiet as he slid in and out of her in increasingly off-beat thrusts. She relished the feel of him unraveling, chasing his release, desperate and needful.

She felt her own pleasure building alongside his. She pressed her breasts and her cheek up against the door again, grateful for the hard surface she could brace against, and spread her legs a little wider. her nails scrabbled fruitlessly against the door as she pushed back against him.

“Oh, fuck, gods, I’m –” Astarion stuttered, and with a final, deep thrust, he spilled inside her. She loved that – lived for it – and she couldn't contain her long, moaning whine as he emptied himself inside her.

He rested his forehead against her shoulder and breathed shallowly, his cock giving one last spurt before he slowly started to pull himself out of her. To their shared surprise, the door cracked open, knocking them off-balance and sending them stumbling back a pace. Astarion groaned as his over-sensitive, now half-hard cock seated itself inside her again with the sudden movement.

Halsin pushed the door open just enough to squeeze in, and slammed it shut behind them. His eyes roved up and down the pair of them, and she could sense him taking in every curve of her body, every corresponding hard angle of Astarion's, pressed close together and still panting raggedly.

His pupils were wide and dilated, and he had that feral look about him that made Tav quake with need.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he breathed out, voice husky with desire. “I need you both – now.”

[its-jaytothemee]

Until I Met You - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: A Spark to Brighten the Underdark

Pairings: Halsin x Tav

Word count: 5,556

Rating: Currently M, will be Explicit in later chapters.

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Summary: After Halsin hears Tav having nightmares, he decides to show her a little hidden gem of the Underdark. Now they both have to decide what to do with the sparks flowing between them while helping one of their friends recover from an encounter in the wilderness. Part 11 of the slow burn fic. Halsin and Tav POVs.

Tags: Slow burn, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual love confessions, eventual smut, angst, implied past rape/non-con and abuse, graphic description of injuries.

A/N: Drank a bunch of wine. Started writing. Bon Appetit.

See also - everyone in camp can't stop accidentally cockblocking Tav and Halsin. A little bit of a lighter chapter to offset the last one.

Tav awoke with a start, the taste of blood still evident on her tongue. She reached over to her arm to rub the phantom bruises there. Her breathing was uneven, and her heart was racing. Lunari was still curled up next to her and snoring. Rather than sit and stare at the canvas walls around her, she decided to leave the suffocating confines of her tent to go and sit by the fire.

Maybe Halsin is already awake.

With all of the nightmares she had been having, his company was a welcome comfort. It was much better than being alone with her thoughts.

Instead of finding Halsin by the fire, she ran straight into him as she just crossed the threshold of her tent.

“Oh! You’re awake. Good morning, my friend.” He stammered as she tried to get her bearings.

“Morning.” Tav shook the shock from her face. What in the hells was he doing standing outside of her tent?

They stood in awkward silence for a moment, Halsin rubbed the back of his head nervously as she ran her fingers through her hair. Her dreams were still fresh in her mind, the sight of Tev running away from her brought tears to her eyes.

“Are you…are you alright?” He finally asked her. “I’m sorry to startle you, I heard some cries coming from your tent. I was…worried.”

“Hm? Oh, yes, I’m quite fine. Just some…dreams.”

“Memories?”

She wiped the stray tears that had escaped down her cheeks. “Unpleasant ones, yes.” Halsin gave a soft grunt in response.

“Another curse of the elves. We’re blessed with such long lives, yet we’re doomed to revisit all kinds of memories in our trances, whether we want to relive it again or not.” Pain was rising in his voice, no doubt he had his fair share of unhappy memories to avoid. She nodded along with him.

“Was it the shadow curse?” He asked.

“Not this time. It’s…family related.”

Tav kept her hands tangled in her hair, not willing to look Halsin in the eye. She had kept most of her past a secret – she wasn’t sure how the others would react to her familial ties to the Mendelre house. They were rather infamous in the city, and outside of it as well. Regardless, she had left that life long ago. She wanted them to know Tav, the real her, rather than Lady Tav’ahria Mendelre.

“Would you like to talk about it?” Halsin’s voice was soft and comforting. For a moment, she considered telling him everything, but what would he think of her? Her noble heritage went against everything he stood for; she couldn’t stand the thought of losing his respect.

“I uh, I don’t think I should. It’s in the past, and I’d rather forget it. Let’s just say you wouldn’t have liked the person I was around my family.” She gave a small shake of her head, trying to stop the tears from escaping her eyes.

He studied her for a moment, his eyes sad but intense. She couldn’t hold his gaze, feeling ashamed. No matter how hard she worked to change it, she couldn’t fully leave her past behind. She would always be the little flower of the Mendelres.

“Then perhaps you’d like to take a walk with me?” Halsin was offering his hand out to her. She stared up at him, his handsome face perfectly highlighted by the fire behind him. As much as she wanted to go with him, she was worried that her knees would give out from the sight of him. Yet right now, his company was the only thing she craved. She reached out to accept his outstretched hand and he pulled her closer.

“Come on, we won’t go too far.” He held his arm out for her to take. A light blush took over her face as she wrapped hers around it.

They walked a short distance away from the camp, far enough that they could no longer see the tents, but close enough to still see the soft glow of the fire. There was a small pond of sorts, surrounded by glowing mushrooms, they were more concentrated here than in other areas of the Underdark.

“These aren’t the mushrooms that explode, right?” Tav teased. Halsin laughed in response, and she could feel it shaking his upper body as she kept her arm looped around his.

“Of course not, I do believe you set them all off the last time you ventured out into the wilderness here. I’d be surprised if there were any left based on the state of your return.” She was starting to really enjoy his sense of humor. It was shining through more and more as they continued spending time together.

“So, what are we doing here?” She eyed him, unable to hide her suspicion. He let her arm drop and moved to stand in front of her. That dazzling smile had returned, a bright beacon that threatened to blind her in this darkness.

“It’s a surprise. Close your eyes.”

***

Halsin waved a hand in front of Tav’s eyes to make sure she had really shut them. Satisfied with her lack of reaction, he bent over to pick up a couple of small rocks. He looked back over at Tav, who was waiting patiently with her eyes closed, or so he thought. One eye had peeked open and was trying to watch him.

“No peeking!” He scolded her with a smile. She jumped when she realized she was caught, a mischievous grin taking over her face. His heart started to beat faster, excited to show her this hidden gem he had found.

Once her eyes were closed again, he moved closer to the water and tossed a rock out into the pond.

“Okay, you can look now.” Halsin held his breath, waiting for her reaction.

Tav slowly opened her eyes and let out a soft gasp. The water in front of them had come alive with small luminescent creatures. Little dots of light swam along the tiny waves made by the rock he threw into the pond. Her eyes were wide with wonder, darting back and forth along the entire surface of the water.

“What do you think? I found this place shortly after you retired for the night.” He asked, his voice hopeful. More than anything he wanted to see her happy, to give her just a brief reprieve from the hardships of their journey. Maybe even more than that, he wanted someone to share this with, someone who could also appreciate such a small marvel in nature.

“It’s…” Tav shook her head as she let out a few gasping laughs. The colorful lights from the water danced across her awe-struck face, knocking the breath out of him.

“It’s incredible, Halsin! I’ve never seen anything like it.” Her laughs were heartier now, the sound filling his chest with the familiar warmth her company often brought.

Oak Father preserve me, that smile…

She continued laughing as she skipped along the edge of the water. Chasing the little creatures that swam up close to them, she looked like a child that had just been given a new toy. After a few more moments, the lights started to fade. She turned back to him, her lower lip stuck out in a slight pout.

“What happened?”

“They fade after a while, but disturbing the water will bring them back. Here.” He offered the other rock in his hand to her. She giggled with glee and tossed the small stone into the water, once again gasping as the tiny creatures lit up the ripples. Her laughs were pure delight cutting through the eerie stillness of the Underdark.

“Are they dangerous?” She had squatted down by the water, her hand resisting the temptation to reach out into it.

“As far as I am aware, no they are not.” He barely had the words out before she had her hand running through the water alongside them. The little dots of light trailed along in the wake created by her wiggling fingers.

The overwhelming affection he felt watching her made him lightheaded. A stirring in his heart that had been dormant for so long returned stronger than ever. For just a moment, there was no grief or guilt, no weight of responsibility. For just one precious moment, there was only the joy of sharing this experience with someone new, someone he was starting to truly care for. Someone who could maybe care for him too, although he didn’t dare to hope.

“I thought perhaps this could raise your spirits a bit. Being your first time in the Underdark, I figured you would be unfamiliar with these creatures.” He shifted in place, kicking the dirt at his feet. “I have precious little in the way of gifts, but I thought I could at least share this with you. After everything you’ve done for me, it’s the least I could do. I wasn’t sure what you–” Tav cut him off with a hug.

“It’s amazing. Thank you.” She squeezed his waist, and he heard her sniffle against his chest. Once again, he let himself relax into her inviting arms.

“You are most welcome.” The lights faded as he stood there hugging her back, returning the area to its usual darkness.

When she pulled away from him, she went right back to the edge of the water, picking up another rock to bring the glow back. Her look of childlike curiosity returning to her face the moment the little creatures began their colorful dance along the waves.

“Would you like to stay here with me for a while?” She turned to ask him, her smile still plastered across her face.

I think I would stay here with you forever.

“Of course. It’s not every day that you get to experience such a wonder.” He responded, no longer referring to the dancing lights in front of them. Halsin’s eyes never left Tav, even after she turned her attention back to the water in front of her.

She took a seat at the edge of the pond, patting the ground next to her for him to come sit. He happily obliged so they could watch the strange creatures together. Their lights bathed Tav in a soft glow, highlighting every line and curve on her face. He studied every detail, committing it to his memory. The freckles that covered her face and shoulders, the sharp line of her jaw, the small tattoo of a broken sword on her throat. Her long hair tumbled loosely around her shoulders, the colorful lights from the water reflected in the soft locks. The pointed tips of her ears stuck out between the strands. They would twitch a bit each time she smiled at the tiny creatures in front of her.

Why do you tempt yourself like this? What did you hope to accomplish in bringing her here?

Of course, he knew the answer. All he wanted was to see her smile, to see her laugh. He wanted any excuse to be alone with her, any excuse to hug her or touch her. Taking every chance to have those little moments of intimacy that he had craved for decades.

“Thank you…for thinking of me.” Tav sighed.

As if I could think of anything else of late.

“But please don’t think that you owe me anything.” She turned to look at him.

“You’re too modest. I would not be here if not for you. That is a debt I doubt I could ever repay.”

Tav seemed lost in thought for a moment, tossing another rock into the water to bring the strange light show back.

“Then consider the debt forgiven. I truly don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything. I want you to stay with m…us…because you want to. I want you to share things like this because you want to. Not because you feel obligated.” He could just make out tears gathering and threatening to spill down her cheeks.

“I can assure you, Tav, that I am here of my own accord. I promise you that despite the hardships, despite the dangers ahead, I am here because it is where I am needed. I…” He trailed off as he found himself lost in her kind eyes.

“When I found this place, I thought only of you. I wanted to share it only with you.” Her endearing blush crept over her face and cheeks at his words. He could feel his own face warming as well, causing him to snap his attention back to the water in front of him.

They sat in silence for a while, the only sound being the occasional rock Tav threw into the water.

“Why do we stay so long in places that make us so unhappy?” She whispered the question, almost as if she didn’t mean to speak it out loud.

“What do you mean?” Halsin had a moment of panic, was she unhappy here?

“Being here, now I’m…happy. I’m happy to be here with you, I’m happy to see these tiny new creatures for the first time. I’m happy to have our traveling party, despite the circumstances of how we met. But I spent a long time being very unhappy when I didn’t have to be.”

Halsin sat and listened quietly, waiting to let her share her thoughts. She took a deep, trembling breath.

“My family…” She trailed off. “My father wasn’t…isn’t…a good person.”

“He was awful to me and my brother. Honestly, I’m not sure which of us he hated more. I was useful to him, and he was more than happy to use me. But gods was he terrible to Tev’aron.” A few tears slid down her cheeks, shining with the different colors from the lights in the water.

“If I spoke out of turn, if I rebelled, Tev was usually the one who paid the price, not me. He knew that was a much more effective punishment. That’s not to say he didn’t take the opportunity to hurt me as well, but somehow it stung less than watching Tev suffer on my behalf.” Her voice was so small, the woman sitting next to him seemed to transform into a frightened young girl for a moment, shivering in the dark.

“Despite always paying for my mistakes, Tev loved me, he looked after me. He always came to my rescue even though it meant suffering for him. And I let him take on that suffering for so many years.

“I could have left, Tev begged me to for years before he escaped. We could have snuck out and made a new life for ourselves much sooner than we did. I could have saved both of us so much pain…” The small breaks in her voice brought tears to his eyes.

“Why did I stay?” She turned to face him. Her eyes were pleading for an answer that he couldn’t give.

Halsin was hardly the best person to ask. How long did he stay at the grove despite his sadness? For years before he met Tav he had yearned to roam and explore, to return to Moonrise to bring back the light, to return to his home in the High Forest. Yet, he also stayed. How long had he denied himself happiness in the name of responsibility?

“Often times I don’t think we know how truly miserable we are until someone comes along to show us. The pull of obligation and responsibility is a strong one. I think we need just a small glimpse of freedom to know what we’re missing, but once we have it…” He reached out to take one of her hands. “It’s impossible to look back.”

She smiled weakly back at him.

“No person can break through such hardship alone. We need others to help lift that veil, and it sounds to me like Tev did that for you. Even if it took longer than you would have liked.”

“I just wish I could have repaid the favor, you know?” She sniffled.

Oh Tav, so willing to forgive everyone’s debts except your own.

“Perhaps you have.” He said, his voice soft. She gave him an inquisitive look in response.

“You may not have been able to do the same for your brother…but look at what you’ve done for everyone here with you now. How many of us here have been shown the freedom and happiness we’ve desired through you? You are a guiding light in the darkness helping to brighten our path. You are far too hard on yourself, my friend. I think Tev would be quite proud to see what you’ve done for the others in your care.”

“I miss him, Halsin.” She wiped a few more tears from her face.

“I know, Tav. I know.” And he did. His entire family had passed, parents and siblings alike. It had been so long that he could hardly recall any details about them. Only fragments remained, his mother’s hair, his father’s strong hands, his sister’s laugh…

His thoughts were interrupted when Tav leaned over to him and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. The gesture made his breath catch and his heart stop. His fingers moved to his face to trace the spot where her lips met his skin.

“I’m so glad I met you, Halsin. You’re…a wonderful friend.” She smiled that oh so sweet smile at him, once again stirring him to his core. The tiny lights reflected in her teary eyes caused them to sparkle. They were sitting so close, all he would have to do is lean forward a bit and feel her soft lips against his…

“You’re…beautiful.” The Elvish whisper escaped his lips before he could stop it.

Her blush returned as she stared back at him, stunned.

“What did you say?” Her smile widened.

Panic spread over him. He didn’t mean for this to happen, he should have been able to control himself. Apparently, he underestimated just how intoxicating her company would be sitting here by the glowing pond.

“I…uh…I mean you are…” He started stammering wildly, unable to form a coherent thought. His eyes wandered to her lips, desperate to feel their touch again.

Tav was about to say something when another voice called out to them from the darkness. Halsin let out a deep breath, happy to have bought himself just a little more time. She slowly took her hand back, leaving him feeling just a touch colder than before.

***

Tav and Halsin’s conversation was cut short as Astarion wandered into the small clearing. She took a quick, shaky breath to compose herself before turning to face him.

“Astarion? How long have you been up?” Tav smiled as he walked over towards them. She stood up to greet him, hoping her blush wasn’t still noticeable.

“There you are! My friend…” He giggled as he yelled out to her.

“Are you…are you drunk?” Tav snorted at Astarion’s stumbling display.

“I have…been…drunking…drinking yes.” He smiled and leaned against her shoulder. “I found a bear. He took a little of my blood, I took all of his.” His slurred words tickled her ears.

“Quite a dangerous meal. Where did you find a bear down here?” Tav giggled along with him as he leaned onto her shoulder for support.

“I mean – I think it was a bear? Big head, four legs, hair that gets stuck in your teeth…” Astarion gestured his hands toward his fangs as he recounted his tale.

“Whatever it was…I thoroughly enjoyed it.” He laughed some more as Tav put an arm around his back to help hold him up. Her breath caught as she felt lines of raised skin through his flowy shirt.

“Astarion?” She asked as she moved her hand across his back, feeling more bumps and lines as she went along.

“Darling, if you want to keep touching me like that, you’ll need to find something to drink too.” He moved his face to be much closer to hers and booped her nose, a goofy smile spread across his face. She gently pushed him back as she laughed at his drunken display.

“No, you lightweight. What’s on your back? Did you get hurt and not tell anyone? It feels like there’s some scarring.” She tried to bring him over to sit down, but with a sudden moment of sobriety he spun out of her grasp.

“What? No, it’s nothing.” He blurted. “Just probably some dirt and rocks from wrestling with that bear.” His eyes darted around him, and she noticed one of his hands shaking. “Maybe learn to keep your hands to yourself, my friend. Then we won’t have silly misunderstandings like these.” He turned to continue stumbling off toward their camp.

“Wh–” Tav started to stammer, looking at Halsin who seemed equally confused.

Watching him walk away brought her dream back to the front of her mind. The way his messy curls bounced around his head, disappearing into the dark environment, brought Tev back to her for just a moment. How she watched him run from her to his freedom…

She forced herself back to the present. Astarion wasn’t leaving, he was just going back to camp. And Tev…Tev wasn’t here anymore.

“Are there…bears in the Underdark?” She turned her attention away from Astarion as he continued to stagger away from them.

“Not typically, no.” Halsin’s expression shifted to concern.

“Then what the hells did he dr–” Tav was stifling a laugh when he cut her off.

“Perhaps I should go check on him…make sure it wasn’t anything too poisonous.” He chuckled alongside her as he ran after the inebriated vampire. She followed a little slower behind them, fighting the ridiculous smile tugging at her lips.

You’re…beautiful.

They were words she had heard countless times in her life, usually a drunken slur into her ears as she entertained yet another potential benefactor for her father. Or used by her father himself. Words of flattery were often thrown her way but seldom made her feel anything.

But from Halsin? It was like she was hearing it for the first time. The way he whispered it to her, it was like he couldn’t control the words forming, they just spilled out. He didn’t say it because he wanted something from her, he said it as if he couldn’t possibly hold it in any longer. Her heart was still racing from the short conversation.

When she kissed his cheek, the sensation was sparks against her lips, setting the kindling in her heart aflame; a fire that filled her chest and warmed her entire body. She licked her lips lightly as she walked with the hope that she could maybe still taste him there. When they first met, she was enamored with his handsome face and broad, muscled shoulders. The first time Tav saw him smile, she had thought for sure she was going to faint. At their party with the tieflings, she had propositioned him hoping for a night of raw passion and pleasure. After all, they’d only known one another less than a day. But of course, if he had wanted to get to know one another better afterwards that would have been a welcome bonus.

Flash forward to today and here she was blushing like a little schoolgirl over a kiss on the cheek and fawning over two little words…

You’re…beautiful.

Now, Tav wanted much more than a single night of fun and lust. She wanted to curl up in his lap and fall asleep to the sound of his breaths and heartbeat. She wanted to run her hands through his hair again, gently untangling the little braids he weaved into the strands. She wanted to keep hearing his laugh and feel the way it shook his entire torso. And gods did she want to kiss that gorgeous face. All along his scars, the tips of his nose and ears, slowly making her way to his lips.

Tav took a deep breath, drawing in the cool air to douse the flames starting to rage inside of her. From the way he spoke, Halsin wanted something more, but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out what that was.

You’re…beautiful.

“Taaaavvvvv…” Astarion’s slurred cry brought her head down from the clouds. She looked up just in time to see him throwing up in the bushes behind his tent. Halsin stood next to him, giving him reassuring pats on the back.

“Oh Astarion…” She came over to help Halsin hold him up. “Did you find out what the fuck he was drinking?”

“Well, if we’re going by his description…some unholy cross between a bear, a bulette, a lich and just a touch of beholder.”

Tav snorted. “Well, that’s quite an abomination. Should we be concerned?”

“I don’t think so. We should let him purge as much of it as possible and then monitor him for a while.” Halsin gave him a couple more pats on the back as he threw up some more. Tav gagged at the sight.

“Oh gods…why is it blue?” She turned away to try and calm her own stomach.

“Oh, Tav…don’t tell me you’re squeamish from a bit of vomit. Last time we were in the Underdark you nearly lost a leg.” Halsin laughed at her.

“When it’s blue?! Yeah, it makes me a little squeamish. Blood is blood, vomit is…well it shouldn’t be that color.”

He shook his head fondly at her gagging.

“Okay darlings, I’m ready to wash all of this down with a nice glass of wine.” Astarion spun around and almost faceplanted into the dirt. Luckily Halsin still had ahold of his shirt and caught him.

“Okay my friend, why don’t you come sit with Tav and I by the fire?” Halsin persuaded him to follow them.

Halsin sat their pale friend between them on one of the logs they had rolled over by the fire pit. He leaned onto Tav’s shoulder and groaned. She rested her cheek on his head.

“Astarion, love, are you okay?” More groaning. She pushed some of his hair from his face and tucked it among the strands on the top of his head. The way his white curls stuck out in all directions after his sojourn from camp reminded her so much of Tev. He could never be bothered to run a comb through that mop of hair unless she did it for him. Instinct took over and she started smoothing the wild strands down on his head to tame them. Her fingers made quick work of the tangled curls, coercing them back into place.

“Perhaps we need to find him something safe to eat. I must admit that I’m not overly familiar with vampire physiology. Can they be hungover?” Halsin snickered.

“No worries, I can help with that.” She tilted Astarion’s head back slightly as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders, causing him to giggle. Once again, she felt the raised bumps and lines along his back.

Definitely scars.

“Here buddy, you need to drink some healthy blood.” Tav placed her free wrist up close to his mouth.

“Wait! Are you sure?” Halsin looked startled at her offer.

“Don’t worry, he mostly has his hunger under control. I’ve let him drink my blood a couple of times.”

“Mostly?” Halsin’s eyes were wide with worry.

“It’s fine, Halsin. I trust him. Besides, if I start looking too pallid you can just pull him off me. I doubt he’ll be able to put up much of a fight.” She winked at him as Astarion brought his mouth to her arm.

The familiar sting of his fangs sinking into her soft flesh caused her to draw in a sharp breath. Halsin tensed on the other side of Astarion, panic evident on his face. After a moment, the initial pain faded and Tav relaxed. She hugged him a little tighter and stroked Astarion’s arm as he fed from her other wrist. His head made its way back onto her shoulder.

“Not many people would trust a vampire not to drain every drop of blood from their body.” Halsin kept his wary eyes moving between the two of them.

“Despite his aloof and prickly attitude, I really do think he cares about us. Besides, look at him. He is absolutely clobbered right now, he could hardly kill a fly in this state.” She rested her head back on top of his. Halsin was studying them intently when Astarion dropped her wrist and turned toward him.

“So, mister Archdruid…” His words were a little less slurred than before. A little. “When are you going to lock this little elf lady down, eh?” He tried to tap Halsin on the nose, but missed and poked him in the eye instead.

“Ow.” Halsin laughed as he placed Astarion’s hand back in his lap.

“Ha! Okay Astarion, you shouldn’t talk with your mouth full, it’s awfully rude, love.” Tav shoved her wrist back into his mouth to cut him off, desperate to conceal the redness coming over her face. His teeth sunk back into the small punctures from his first bite without a struggle.

They sat in uncomfortable silence as he continued to suck the warm blood from her veins. After a couple of minutes, she pulled her arm away. Astarion gave a small pout at the move.

“No need to sulk, Astarion. Our friend is going to need her strength today.” Halsin helped him stand up. They helped move him down to Halsin’s bedroll that was still spread out near the fire.

“I don’t sulk, darling, I brood.” He mumbled before falling face first onto the soft fabric. After drinking her blood, his cheeks had started to take on a bit of a rosy hue.

“Of course, my apologies.” Halsin chuckled as he sat back down next to Tav, closer than before now that Astarion was no longer between them.

“Aw man, is Astarion okay?” Karlach had woken up and joined them.

“He’ll be fine.” Halsin assured her. “He just chose a poor target for his evening meal.”

“What did he eat?”

“No idea.” They answered at the same time. Tav filled Karlach in on their encounter with him from the morning. She left out the detail about his scars, there was something about them that he didn’t want to share, and she felt it wasn’t her place to reveal them.

“Poor Fangs.” Karlach went and sat on the ground next to Astarion.

“Let me see your hand.” Halsin was offering his out to Tav.

She placed her bloodied wrist in his hand, the partially congealed bite marks had stopped oozing. Both punctures had a tiny bruise encircling it. His now familiar magic surged around her, closing the wounds and healing the small bruises left there.

Even once all evidence of the bite was gone, he kept a gentle grip on her wrist. His thumb ran over the area where she had been bitten, the feather light touch sent shivers through her body. She bit her lip as she watched him trace small circles into the sensitive skin.

“Ahem!” Karlach cleared her throat while grinning at them. They snapped their heads toward her, startled. “Oh good, just wanted to make sure you remembered I was here.”

Halsin dropped her hand and scooted a couple of inches away from her. Karlach kept her grin spread across her face as she stood up.

“Who’s on breakfast duty today? I’m going to go and kick their tent walls to get them moving. Mama K’s getting hungry.” She skipped off toward Gale’s tent to try and coerce some cooking out of him.

“I uh, I should probably start getting our things around for the day.” Tav stood up and turned back to Halsin, twirling strands of hair around her fingers. He followed her up from their seats.

“Listen, Tav…” He started. “About what I said, I…it’s just…y-you are beautiful, obviously…I didn’t mean to…” He let out a grunt and averted his eyes as a flustered blush fell over his face and neck.

Tav reached up and lightly held his chin between her fingers, bringing his gaze back to meet hers. Her thumb traced the small scar there causing his eyelids to flutter at the touch.

“You’re pretty easy on the eyes yourself.” His lips parted to let out a soft sigh. “Thank you again for sharing that with me.” She let her hand drop.

“Anytime.” He whispered.

“Are you okay with keeping an eye on Astarion while we go explore today?”

“Of course, I think it’s for the best if he stays here to rest for a bit.” Halsin glanced over his shoulder where Astarion was still lying by the fire.

“Thank you, I’ll feel better knowing you’re here with him.” She gave a light squeeze of his arm before turning to gather her things for the day. His light touches on her wrist lingered, making her chest feel warm again.

Tav tried to shift her focus back to the treacherous outing they had planned for the day ahead. More exploring in the Underdark, a search for murderous duergar, and a secret fortress hidden somewhere that would lead them to Moonrise Towers and the shadow curse. Despite the dangers they faced, those two sweet words still rang in the front of Tav’s mind.

You’re…beautiful.

[bloodlust-1]

»» BG3 Men as love songs ««

Featuring:

Halsin

Gortash

Astarion

Gale

Wyll

Halsin

“I wish you love, I wish you well

I wish you roses while you can still smell”

SPOILERS, he leaves Tav at the end of the game not matter what. Of course, Tav wishes him nothing but love even when he chooses to leave her behind. Letting a love go and moving forward.

Gortash

“I wanna love you. But something's pulling me away from you

Jesus is my virtue And Judas is the demon I cling to”

Sinful love; the apidimi of Tav and Gortash’s forbidden relationship. To be In love with someone who is inherently bad for her.

Astarion

“Up with your turret Aren't we just terrified?

Shale, screen your worry From what you won't ever find”

Idc if this is a stereotypical vampire song, ITS TOO GOOD. He wants to love Tav but he’s scared because he perceives love in this isolated way.

Gale

“'Cause I've got my mind on you, I've got my mind on you.

Say yes to Heaven…Say yes to me”

Tav wants Gale to not surrounded to a bleak fate. She wants him to choose her and life. As well as reciprocating feelings of love to each other. Gale doesn’t admit his feelings until act 2, so Tav choosing him is pure bliss for him.

Wyll

“Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought.

Maybe I just wanna be yours”

Wyll is a proper man, he wants Tav badly but waits for the perfect moment to claim her as his. He’s very chivalry but straight forward. He just wants Tav<3

Any thoughts? Comment 👇🏼 I love to engage !

[rhiaden]

So, now it is time to introduce my (in)famous gnome Paladin - Rota to the people who havent already had her spammed at them on FB/Reddit/Discord/Twitter She was an oath of the ancients paladin until she broke her oath to Ascend Astarion, now she is an unholy terror and a lot of fun. (She also likes to remind AA frequently about that time in act 1 where he dissed gnomes) This video is one I had thought about making for a while, and finally got round to a) learning video editing b) making this video It does contain ingame nudity from act 3 scenes, so is marked as Mature/NSFW Youtube link to video has no ingame sound, below the fold is a rough cut with the ingame sound added back into it This is her and Ascended Astarion set to Bon Jovi - In These Arms.

[scaryanneee]

🖤 scaryanne masterlist 🖤

because everyone has one now i guess. bon appetit!

ao3 // twitter // bsky // in-progress fics are starred*

especially smutty fics are marked (smut) but everything I write is at least a little horny tbh

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Baldur's Gate 3:

Think of Me* (Astarion/reader!Tav) (smut)

One Last Crooked Night (Gale/f!Tav) (Astarion/f!Tav) (post-canon longfic)

Prodigal Son* (Astarion/f!Tav) (post-canon longfic)

Pretty Things (Astarion/reader!Tav) (smut)

Wildheart (Astarion/Karlach)

Midnight Chimes (Astarion/Dark Urge)

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Dragon Age:

Before the Fall (solavellan + some Rook backstory)

The Punishment of Fools* (solavellan) (EmmRook) (sequel)

under your skin (solavellan) (smut)

dreadful recollections (solavellan) (smut)

walk you to the shore (solavellan) (smut) (post-Veilguard)

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[offbrandhand]

Bon app the titty, my tav