#falûne Tav

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Falûne: my husbands are trying to get me pregnant.

Shadowheart: but- you’re a man?

Rolan and Dammon in unison: WERE STILL TRYING!!!

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So I found two heads that fit my vision of Falûne perfectly but I love the first one in particular for two reasons-

He looks so cheeky and-

HE LOOKS SO JUDGMENTAL!!

He sees through all your bullshit now Keldran!!!

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Lûne at the start of his journey.

Vs-

Lûne when Astarion Ascends-

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Astarion: all this effort to build this temple and no one thought to construct a panic room?

Falûne: *cornered by living armour all targeting him for being a selûnite* Any room can become a panic room iFYOUJUSTGIVEMEAFUCKINGSECOND!

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Shadowheart: it seems our Selûnite isn’t as innocent as he lets on. I saw you two sneaking off for some fun last night~

Astarion: I HEAVILY disagree! Lû, repeat what you called my private parts!

Falûne: *giggling at his reaction* why??

Astarion: Repeat what you called it last night!!

Falûne: what? your ding ding?

Astarion: Yes! NOW NEVER CALL IT THAT AGAIN!

Shadowheart: *doubles over and drops to the ground wheezing*

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Falûne: *gasps in overwhelming excitement before running off into the treeline and returning with seemingly a huge handful of weeds* LOOK!

Shadowheart: he’s lost it.

Astarion: yes darling they’re very big clovers-

Halsin: Not clover, Wood sorrel! that solves our bland seasoning problem! Well done lû!

Gale: you can- eat them?

Falûne: *beaming with pride over Halsins praise, stowing the plants in his bag* yes! It tastes like lemon but more refreshing! I used to eat it and wild berries when there was little to none leftovers for me.

Shadowheart: you ate- weeds?

Falûne: they’re just wild plants, and it was that or drinking a bunch of water and eating the stale bread I fed to the chickens-

Gale: *grabs his stupid pretty face* ARE YOU SURE YOU WERENT ABUSED?!?!

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*Some more of The emerald grove devil au~*

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Falûne: *now in his 10th year, sighing and sitting alone on the hill overlooking the inner sanctum of the grove*

Halsin: *walks up to him with lunch* why so blue little moon?

Falûne: *looks up at him sadly* I can’t do it papa… I tried so hard but I just can’t wildshape. I tried every animal I could think of but nothing sticks…

Halsin: *smiles and sits beside him* well your wings do look quite bat like, have you tried a bat?

Falûne: yeah… I even tried a dragon but all I did was give myself a headache and made the squirrels laugh at me… everyone else here has animals they can shape into so easily but I can’t even get one right…

Halsin: don’t give up son… *pats between his horns and hands him his lunch* why don’t you spend this afternoon playing instead of practicing? A little break will help clear your head.

Falûne: maybe… *starts eating*

Halsin: you’ll find your path son, the oak father will guide you where you need to go.

*that afternoon as the sun sets and the moon begins to rise*

Falûne: *walking back up the hill from the beach with a bag of shells and a big stick to carry them on, his seemingly immortal large white pig Hen following beside him* do you ever feel, like you don’t belong here Hen?

Hen: oink!

Falûne: because I do… devils belong in hell and yet I’m here. Papa says Silvanus will give me guidance but will he want anything to do with me?

Hen: oink!

Falûne: I guess, I mean, I can talk to you and other animals so, maybe…

Hen: oin- *squeals and suddenly barrels off up the hill and to the grove as a large creature gallops into view*

Falûne: h-hen! I- *looks up in fright as a large horn points its tip directly at him before raising up slowly as a unicorn stares directly at him*

The unicorn: *looks at him silently, as if waiting for something* …

Falûne: h-hello.

The unicorn: *voice feminine but strong* Hello. *moves closer, curious as to why her mistress chose an infernal to bless*

Falûne: *nervously holds still, his little body trembling so hard the bag of shells begin to rattle as he holds up his hand and touches her shoulder in greeting* u-um… *looks at her to see her eye locked firmly onto him* c-can I help you?

The unicorn: no. I am here to help you in fact… lay worship as you would to the oak father… let my mistress heed your invitation…

Falûne: *too young to fully comprehend what she’s asking of him but understanding how to give offering* um… *feels his pockets but finds nothing before remembering his shells* oh! *sets his bag down and picks out the nicest ones with holes in them* um… *awkwardly takes hold of her mane and braids the shells into it* I-is that good?

The Unicorn: *almost smiles hearing her main clink like a wind chime, feeling a presence of the huntress as the gift is accepted* Yes… *steps back and rests her horn between his, it’s spiralled shape glowing a soft white as a blessing is cast* May the hunt, guide you. *turns and gallops off, disappearing into the trees as the chiming of her mane fades with her*

Falûne: … *watches her go and feels a strange energy course through him, inviting him almost to invoke a form* … *crouches down onto all fours and focuses on the presence before transforming into a unicorn foal* … I DID IT! PAPA I DID IT I DID IT! *whinnies and kicks his hooves as he gallops back into the grove kicking up dust as he goes*

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Falûne: Mr Gale what are you making?

Gale: ah! These are called pancakes! *hands him a plate* I’m afraid we’ve only got honey to go with them though.

Falûne: oh that’s okay- *takes a bite, ears dropping down and eyes growing dewy as he stands there in stunned silence* mm?? *starts eating it slowly as he begins to cry*

Gale: I? Lû? Are you okay?

Falûne: y-yeah I just really like it… it tastes, like a warm hug…

Gale: … *puts another on his plate* then you can have all the hugs you can stomach!

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*Matchmaking with the emerald grove devil*

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Falûne: So, Karlach, now that you can touch people again have you got eyes for anyone?

Karlach: hmmm Wylls pretty cute, but I’ve seen Fangs making eyes at me. Though I think he just wants a nibble.

Falûne: perhaps you should take him up on said nibble? Not just because I’d like him to stop feeding on me and papa I mean but… I think you two would be cute together.

Karlach: really? Hm… I suppose I could take him for a spin…

*meanwhile*

Shadowheart: You still have eyes for our little devil even after his father threatened your life? If you want hellfire warmed blood so badly why not go for Karlach?

Astarion: because she can snap me like a toothpick, she’s a brute, she’s dull and she’s… annoyingly kind and it makes me want to be kind back…

Shadowheart: sounds like someone has a cruuush~

Astarion: I do not. Have. A. Crush.

Shadowheart: fine, keep telling yourself that~ but I think you should give her a chance… you two would be good for each other.

Astarion: hm… *glances over seeing Karlach playing with her hair and glancing at him* …maybe…

*that evening*

Falûne: *peers over to see Astarion and Karlach sneaking back to her tent giggling* Yes!

Shadowheart: *high fives him*

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Falûne: this is my pig Hen! She is um… dead? She can fly now though I’m not really sure how she’s alive still?

Hen the immortal large white pig: oink!

Lucy: aw she’s beautiful! This is my teacup hellsboar peanut! He was a gift for being nice to an arch devil with crippling anxiety!

Peanut: O̴̧̠̲͑��Į̸̡̙͍͌́N̸̨͙̝̟͠Ḱ̶̼̤͠.̸̤̟͇̈̓

Me the writer: I really want a pet pig.

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*Emerald grove devil, hellfire sparks of love*

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Falûne: *seated in his tent with dammon, reading with him between quiet conversation and laughter as they feed each other snacks, tails curling with one another’s and claws twirling in one another’s hair*

Halsin: *smiling as he watches from across the camp, wanting to be sure they take it steady rather than run in head first like he would in his youth* …hm? *looks down smelling cherries and musk, immediately positioning his hand and grabbing Raphael by the shoulder as he appears* leave him be for the n-

Raphael: *turns to him with fury in his eyes* How many did he kill?!

Halsin: what?

Raphael: Don’t what me! How many lives did Falûne take?! How many faces did you see in his form?! Voices in his own?! Korrilla told me everything he went on an unbridled rampage! What set him off that he’d tap into his ascension?!

Halsin: so that was Kagha face then… *sighs* I’ve no clue how many he’s felled… but no doubt it was my capture by the cultists that set him off.

Raphael: *growls and anxiously smooths over his hair before gripping it to try and self sooth his anger before he explodes* Hells- Fuck. FUCK! *paces* okay- okay we can fix this. No more allowing him to fight, the others will survive without him but- *turns in time to see dammon and Lûne sharing a kiss, his anger boiling over completely seeing him with a mortal* ABSOLUTELY NOT! *moves to storm over only for Halsin to pick him up by the back of his doublet* PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT YOU SON OF A B**************HONEY HOLE LICKING********-

Halsin: Okay time out for you- *Carries him out of the camp until he calms down*

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*The emerald grove devil Au, Papa Bear*

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Astarion: That form you took on back at the goblin camp was, terrifyingly powerful~ why do you choose to walk around as a mere tiefling when that’s available to you?

Falûne: *tail hugging his leg* Because I don’t feel good in that state. All it’s good for is hurting people…

Astarion: Ugh, all that power and of course a mortal compass always has to spoil the fun. You could be ruling over the entirety of the sword coast with what you have at your finger tips, have everyone bending to your will and yet you’ve just been playing in the dirt and muck with the animals!

Falûne: and I’m all the better off because of it. I’m a devil by blood only and I’ve worked really hard to learn to control my emotions so I won’t hurt anyone with this power.

Astarion: Emotions?…

Falûne: I’m most likely to enter that state when upset… I thought papa was dead or hurt so I just… lost control…

Astarion: Interesting… So all we have to do is upset you and you’ll go off like a loose cannon?

Halsin: *gently tucks Falûne behind him and grabs astarion by his doublet* Whatever ideas you have dancing around what’s left of your tadpole addled brain, I suggest you get them out of your head now.

Astarion: *smiling nervously* A-ah of c-course. I was just m-making an observation.

Halsin: then I suggest you cease your observing before you observe the inside of a bears stomach. *drops him before ushering Lûne away* …I forbid you to have any form of relations with that man.

Falûne: it’s okay papa my eyes are on Gale and Wyll at the moment.

Halsin: Hm, good taste.

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*emerald grove devil au, flight*

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Halsin: *visibly nervous watching Raphael stretch out Falûne’s little wings* he won’t get hurt will he?

Raphael: hm? Oh no, he’ll be fine. *stretches out his own wings* now little bug. Repeat after me. Up, and down.

Falûne: *lil baby devil, watches him flap his wings and copies him, lifting himself off the ground with ease* heeee~

Raphael: very good, now, fly to me. *holds open his arms to catch him*

Falûne: *just bobbing in place as he flaps his wings with no clue of how to move* mmmb?? *understands he needs to move forward but can’t direct his wings* h-heeeeh! Hweeeh!

Halsin: no no don’t cry it’s okay- *goes to pick him up*

Raphael: leave him, he can do it. Come on. Just move forward.

Falûne: *tears pricking his eyes in frustration before suddenly getting an idea* mnnnn! *scrunches up a little and starts spinning his tail like a propeller as fast as he can, spinning himself forward and planting himself into Raphael’s chest with a tiny thud* I did it!

Raphael: *visibly surprised*

Halsin: …I take it you weren’t expecting that?

Raphael: no I certainly wasn’t but- it works so who am I to judge.

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Emerald Grove Devil Falûne.

Wings out, well fed, healthy horns, long hair, loved, and an ability to incinerate anything in his path with so much as a creative sneeze~

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Falûne: *sighs pulling off his gloves showing bandages on all his fingertips* gods what a day.

Karlach: oh sweetie your hands, what happened?

Falûne: huh? Oh my nails bleed. *unwraps them to show the claws filed back so far to resemble human ones the nail beds been damaged* they’ll be fine in a few more days then I can enjoy not having claws for a couple weeks until they grow b-ba- Ow! Ow! Karlach that hurts!

Karlach: *putting the finger in a bottle of healing potion* good that means it’s working! Shadowheart! I need you!

*a few minutes later*

Karlach: our claws are like any animal with claws! You cut too far back and you’ll spill blood! Yours are raised and curled moonpie! You shouldn’t be filing back further than the point!

Falûne: *sniffling back tears as Karlach scolds him* f-father Keldran th-threatens to rip them out if I don’t th-though. He says only f-fiends and monsters have c-claws.

Karlach: do I look like a fiend or a monster to you lûne?!

Falûne: n-no k-Karlach you don’t.

Karlach: Well neither do you. From now on anything that bastard told you you about your body you run by me first!

Falûne: p-please don’t call him a bastard-

Karlach: fine. A racist bastard then. Just like everyone else who deems Tieflings as ‘foul bloods’ and fiends.

Falûne: … *stares at his newly regrown claws* … *whimpers as his eyes flash purple and his brittle horns splinter further* I-it hurts- what… what were we?… talking about?… my nails regrew already?!

Karlach: I?… oh… oh moonpie…

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Falûne: *excitedly runs to camp holding a jar of condensed milk* Mr Gale do we still have that stale bread??

Gale: ah yes I was going to feed it to the birds.

Falûne: no need! *takes it and crumbles it up, mixing it with sugar, butter and water and creating a tart shell, carefully baking it over the fire as he waits for water to boil, placing the jar inside and waiting patiently* aaaand- Yes! It worked! *pops the cork and scoops out the now caramelised condensed milk, pouring it into the tart* tada! Faux Caramel Tart! *casts a simple frost spell chilling it down to fridge temperature*

Gale: oh? May I?

Falûne: of course!

Gale: *cuts a slice and eats it, eyes sparkling* gods it actually tastes like caramel! It’s delicious lûne! I thought you said you weren’t allowed desserts?

Falûne: oh I wasn’t allowed to eat them. I had to make them though but if father superior caught me daring to eat more than he’d permitted I’m sure he’d-

Gale: IM GOING TO MAKE THAT MAN DRINK MOLTEN CARAMEL!!!