#falûne Tav

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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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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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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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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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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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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: O̴̧̠̲̹͑Į̸̡̙͍͌́N̸̨͙̝̟͠Ḱ̶̼̤͠.̸̤̟͇̈̓

Me the writer: I really want a pet pig.

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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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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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Karlach: moonpie, did you keep just pigs and chickens?

Falûne: oh no, we also had a couple cows and a donkey, and father superiors horse before he died of old age, and we used to keep geese and roosters but we had to get rid of them.

Astarion: why’d you have to get rid of them?

Falûne: because they kept attacking father superior. The chickens called their final attack on him ‘doomsday’

*Doomsday*

One of the geese: There he is! This’ll teach the cruel bastard! For the blue boy!!

The roosters: CHAAAAAARGE!!

Keldran: *looks down as the geese and roosters rush him* GODS DAMN IT IVE HAD IT!! *runs and jumps back over the fence to get away* SHITE THEY CAN FLY!!

Falûne: *standing there watching it happen as he lets the chickens out of the coop* oh goodness not again.

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Karlach: Dammon likes you, like, like likes, you~

Falûne: what? No he’s just very kind.

Karlach: oh come on moonpie I know you were sheltered and all growing up but you surely saw he was putting the moves on you? The way he took your hand and sat you down to fit your shoes? How he slid his hand up your leg as he lifted it into his lap, how he got the swoony bedroom eyes at you when he refused to let you pay~?

Falûne: I think that’s just how his eyes look, he gave you the same look when he refused payment for your engine.

Karlach: oh come on now just because he thinks we’re both sexy doesn’t mean he doesn’t fancy you more~

Falûne: *suddenly bright purple* I-I am a cleric of the moon maiden! An acolyte of her divine order and I dress modestly according to my status! I am not- s-sexy!

Astarion: I beg to differ~ I’d love to see what delectable little treats are hiding beneath that dull wrapper~

Falûne: p-perverts! The lot of you!! *storms off*

Karlach: YOU CANT DENY IT FOREVER THUNDER THIGHS! WE CAN HEAR THAT BUBBLE BUTT CLAPPING FROM A MILE AWAY!

Falûne: SHUT UP!!!

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*the emerald grove devil, understanding*

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Falûne: *seated up on the wall of the grove, hugging his knees to his chest as he watches the party from afar and fights back tears, Halsins scolding still running through his mind* …

Halsin: *walks over holding food, his heart aching seeing his son in such a state. Driven to the edge just to save him only for him to blow up in his face* … *sits beside him and places the food down* …I’m sorry.

Falûne: *hugs himself tighter with his tail and looks away* I only wanted to help…

Halsin: I know moon flower… I know… *sighs* I had no right to raise my voice at you like that… I was just, so afraid I’d lose you-

Falûne: well I would’ve lost you if I didn’t come to save you… those goblins would’ve killed you… *sniffles* then I’d be all alone… all because you keep chasing after a ghost you were too scared to say ‘I love you’ to.

Halsin: *never thought of it like that or from his perspective before* …You’re right… and I’m so sorry… this whole time I’ve tried to keep you safe while I chased a memory… I never once thought I may be leaving you behind just like… she left me behind… *sighs* when I look at you… I still see the little babe I found beneath selûnes light right here at this gate… I have to accept that you’ve grown up now… I’ve missed out on so much of that growth chasing the past when I should have been embracing the present to see your future… can you ever forgive me?…

Falûne: … *looks at him teary eyed*

Halsin: *raises his arm as if offering a hug*

Falûne: *shuffles closer and snuggles in against him* I forgive you papa… I’m sorry I disobeyed you…

Halsin: It’s alright son… I’m sorry I hurt you…

Falûne: …I don’t think she’s a ghost… I think she’s still alive…

Halsin: *chuckles* perhaps… she was a stubborn as a rothe… just like you… though you’re not blood related… you’re definitely her son.

Falûne: *smiles* maybe… we might… find her, when we go to moonrise?…

Halsin: maybe…

Falûne: there’s always hope right?

Halsin: yes… there’s always hope… *offers him the food before looking back at the party and seeing Dammon and Rolan both looking around wondering where he is* after you’ve eaten, you’d better go join the party. I see a few faces wanting a dance with you~

Falûne: even though, they know I’m a devil now?

Halsin: Wylls a devil and they seem to be enjoying his company. *points to Karlach cheering on a group of kids dragging Wyll over to dance by the fire, mol snatching his underwear and making a run for it in the process*

Falûne: *giggles* maybe I’ll… fit in better than I thought.

*meanwhile*

Jaheira: *walking to the edge of the barrier, seeing Aura seated by the bridge, staring out at the darkness* Waiting for the ghosts are you?

Aura: *whines looking back at her* no… *ears flicking as she looks back out at the darkness, the glimmer of a unicorn catching her eye, and the chime of shells in its mane ringing in her head* I’m watching for a sign…

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Devil prince Falûne: *collects books, spoons, coins, interesting magical items, playing cards and pretty rare gems*

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Emerald Grove Devil Falûne: *collects feathers, claws, whiskers, bones, pretty rocks, buttons, shells and a number of other things he finds interesting in nature*

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Falûne in his original story timeline: *collects buttons and thimbles*

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Conclusion: The boy likes collecting.

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*Another of the emerald grove devil because Lûne deserves a happy beginning*

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Falûne: *healing a rats broken tooth* there, now stay away from the medicine cupboard, we keep that poison on hand so we can make antidotes for it.

The rat: yes, I’m so sorry again I only wished to show you there was something evil there, thank you for helping me faithwarden! *fluffs up and scurries off*

Rolan: *clears his throat* can I… have your attention for a moment?

Falûne: of course. *smiles at him* only if you’re going to be nice of course~ Mr stuffy pants~

Rolan: what did you just call m- ugh! Nevermind, look, I’m, *huffs* sorry, for how rude I was… I just wanted to ask where you learnt to cast magic like that?

Falûne: oh, well, I was born with a natural ability to cast magic but not like a sorcerer or wizard, it’s hard to put into words really… I can cast magic that many other people aren’t capable of doing, papa thinks it’s because I’m a- *bites his own tongue before he can say devil* -Fffffavourite of the huntress. Mielikki herself sent a unicorn to bless me when I was a boy.

Rolan: *sighs* I suppose that means you’re unable to teach me how you, summoned that lightning then?

Falûne: oh I can teach you that easily.

*several hours later*

Halsin: *talking to Aradin and his men* you’re certain you’ll be able to take on these gobli-

*BOOM!!*

Everyone: *hits the deck as lightning strikes the ground and it starts bucketing down rain*

Aradin: WHAT IN THE HELLS WAS THAT?!

Halsin: it was- *looks hearing Falûne wheezing with laughter as he and Rolan run into the Hollow, both of them soaking wet* my son. *smiles watching the pair*

Falûne: *starts drying off Rolan* when I said push your energy into it I didn’t mean all of your energy!

Rolan: *huffs* well forgive me for giving my all in everything I d- give me that! *snatches the towel and starts drying him off instead* your hairs going to take hours to dry!

Falûne: *stands there for a moment realising he’s trying to show he cares* o-oh- *blushes and holds still, shuffling just a lil closer* thank you.

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*Some more of The devil of the emerald grove au~*

Falûne: *sighing as he looks over the groves wall* … *stands up and goes to spread out his wings*

“Hey!”

Falûne: *jumps and looks back recognising the voice as the cute blacksmith* o-oh! Hello! How are you settling in?

Dammon: good, though admittedly I could do with some non wooden tools, beggars can’t be choosers. I’m afraid I left most of my equipment in elturel and well, what I did bring is either here or lost on the road between the toll house and here… *shudders* we threw off nearly everything we could to slow down those beasts…

Falûne: I’m so sorry to hear that… it’s been quiet for so long and suddenly goblins and gnolls are popping up everywhere, papa won’t let me leave the grove without him or someone to protect me… *sighs and sits back down, getting an idea in his head to try and woo the handsome tiefling* hm…

*that evening*

Halsin: *getting ready to do patrols* there you are flower, had fun?

Falûne: *brushing his teeth* mhm! *spits before rinsing and unfurling his wings finally* the Tieflings are really nice! That Rolans a bit of a cranky badger though but I’ll get through to him! *sighs* I just wish… my wings wouldn’t scare them… my horns and lack of ridges already had their heads turning… are devils… really that terrible papa?

Halsin: only ones raised without love. *smiles and pats his hair* it won’t be long, we’ll house them and they’ll be on their way when their ready and you can go back to flying around freely.

Falûne: not very free when I’m not allowed to leave the grove…

Halsin: *sighs* son…

Falûne: I’m strong dad! You know I am! Remember the displacer beast?? The Owlbear?? I can help! I-

Halsin: Will stay where it’s safe, lûne. Whats out there right now are no mere beasts! They’re intelligent enough to catch you off guard and if I lose you it will leave me with another wound that will never heal!

Falûne: *ears pinning back at being scolded* I… I’m sorry papa…

Halsin: *sighs and pulls him into a hug* I know you think you are ready son… but you don’t know the truth of the world as I do, and the cruelty that exists beyond and within natures dwelling…

Falûne: I know papa… I’m sorry papa… *hugs him back already regretting his decision for tonight*

Halsin: I’m sorry too… *sighs* I know you only wish to help… go on now, to bed with you.

Falûne: *nods* y-yes papa… *walks to his room and climbs up the ladder to his comfy hammock bed ignoring the one on the floor by the fire, curling up into a ball and waiting* …

*stone creaking as Halsin leaves*

Falûne: … *pushes up the hatch/sunroof above him and climbs out, spreading his wings and taking flight out of the grove and into the night*

*several minutes later*

Falûne: *lands on the bridge between moonhaven and the grove, giddily running to the broken wagon and rummaging through it* broken lute- plates- A hammer! Yes! *starts following the trail of tools from the wagon all the way near the entrance to the forest, his ears immediately pricking up to the sound of a twig snapping* huh? *looks into the darkness and feels his blood run cold seeing red eyes staring back at him and the glint of a dagger*

Ned’Cirannis: DIE NON BELIEVER! *charges forward realising he’s been spotted, his dagger catching Lûnes hand before being sent flying off the bridge as a bears claw rips through him*

Falûne: *drops to the ground, eyes wide in shock and feeling nauseous as a poison floods into his veins. Unable to kill him, but enough to harm* p-papa- *whimpers as vines shoot up from the ground, shielding him as Nettie runs into view, binding the drow down as well letting Halsin land the killing blow* n-Nettie-

Halsin: *transforms back into an elf, rising to his feet and turning to lûne* What in the hells are you doing out here Falûne?! You disobeyed me! And now- *pauses hearing squelching and squeaking, looks down to see a tadpole wriggling from the corpses face before jumping free and running right for his son*

Falûne: h-hnhnn!! *kicks at it and shields his face as it jumps right for him*

Nettie: *catches it in a jar* GOT YOU! Nasty little thing… *sighs and looks back at Lûne to see sweat pooling on his face already* he’s been poisoned- *steps back as Halsin lifts him up*

Halsin: *scooping Lûne up into his arms, a quiet and heavy sense of disappointment in the air* I expected better of you son… *waits for Lûne to hold on before fishing an antidote from his pocket and helping him drink it*

Falûne: *takes the bottle and drinks it without question, guilt tangling his insides into knots more than the poison ever could* I’m sorry papa, I-I’m so sorry! *sniffles as he breaks down and starts to cry, more hurt over breaking his trust than his injury*

Halsin: *sighs and nuzzles his forehead against his horns* I know son… I know…

*the next day*

Falûne: *sick in bed from the poison, his head snugly resting against his pillow having a great view of the dead drow laying sprawled out on the table a room away* … *sighs and looks at the tools he’d collected in his bag, wondering how pleased dammon will be* … *smiles and curls up a little to sleep*

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*The emerald grove devil Au, where Lûnes life started off filled with love*

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Keldran: *travelled all the way from baldurs gate, holding a basket in his hand with a tiny baby nestled within, unable to bring himself to kill him, but unable to obey Selûnes demands to keep him imprisoned, never mind so close to where so many cultists of the lord of the 8th could easily find him. Now walking through the empty streets of moonhaven, no signs of life beyond borded up windows of a village that never fully recovered from a century of assault, and heart heavy knowing he only has one option left before him and hoping natures chosen will find mercy even his own goddess feels unwilling to give* shhh… *sits down on a rock and lifts the baby from his basket, giving him his bottle and rocking him in the night air. His mind clouded and unable to see him as his own son despite having his eyes, unable to forgive the fact he’d been tricked by the spawn of Mephistopheles into siring him, but in this life deciding not to blame him for it* shhh… this is for the best child… *looks over at the wall barely hidden behind the rocks* …May silvanus have a kinder heart than our lady of silver… *looks down at him as he finishes the bottle and settles back to sleep* May you be given the love that I cannot give… *places him back in his basket and walks to the gate of the old oak grove, setting him down with a note pinned to his blanket, before casting blessing over him and praying Selûne will have mercy on him* good luck, Falûne… *walks off into the night leaving him there*

Falûne: *blinks awake slowly no longer sensing the swaying of his basket or the soft hum Keldran sang to keep him calm* h-heh- Heeeh!! *starts to cry and scream his little lungs out, trembling in the darkness of the dim moonlight, his shrieks so loud they cover the noise of the gate opening, only silencing as he’s lifted into two large hands* h-hweh! *looks up to see two warm eyes and a scarred but gentle face*

Halsin: oak father preserve me… where did you come from little one? *looks down at his blanket and sees the note, a long warning written on one side of who he is and who made him, of the ruin he will bring if not raised with care, and on the front, his name* Moon flower… Falûne. *smiles* hello little one… You can call me papa… *picks up his basket too and carries him into the grove*

*20 plus years later*

Falûne: *hanging upside down by a tree branch* you mean none of you smelt them? Only me? A bunch of funky smelling rats turn up at the grove and nobody bats an eye?

Rath: none of us expected them to be shadow Druids! *sighs* no matter. Khagas facing her punishment. I can only thank silvanus your nose picked up something off before they could do harm.

Falûne: hmph. Papa should’ve never let her reach the position of arch druid to begin with, she treats anyone different to her like salted earth…

Rath: she’s just-

Falûne: a racist. *jumps down* and I’m tired of everyone pretending she isn’t. *trots off across the bridge leading to the gate and the hollow, only to freeze as he sees Halsin guiding several wagons and other Tieflings into the grove, all of them exhausted, battered and weary* papa? *walks over and looks up at him* who are these people?

Halsin: refugees, from Elturel son, I found them while out scouting, they were attacked by gnolls and goblins.

Falûne: more attacks, I can hel-

Halsin: No. I won’t be having this conversation with you again either son. For the time being you stay within the grove unless you leave with me.

Falûne: but I can fight! You taught me-

Halsin: … *folds his arms*

Falûne: *bristling to argue but holds his tongue and pouts, hugging his staff* yes dad…

Halsin: good lad… *pats his hair* why don’t you help the refugees settle in? I saw a few around your age who could do with a friendly welcome.

Falûne: huh? *looks at him then at the caravans, catching the eyes of a certain blacksmith and a sulking wizard* I- *visibly blushing dark blue before hiding behind halsin*