#galli recs

[aphrodite-luvs]

THOMAS ~ TMR <3 🎀

D A T I N G - T H O M A S - I N C L U D E S

Nothings gonna hurt you baby [C.A.S]

🌷 High-school au 🌷

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PDA like constantly holding your hand all the time, def one of those annoying couples making out in the hallway

You end up Third wheeling whenever you guys hangout with Newt

Being jealous of Teressa then ending up as besties

Angry Sex when you guys fight but after he’d treat you like a princess

Constant sleepovers

Skinny dipping in your/his pool

He gives you the best princess treatment

After care 10/10

cuddling>>>>>

going to the beach a lot

he’d def be in track or some type of running sport so you always go to his meets/whatever and support him

Rough sex when he’s angry

Getting matching pants like hello kitty or bat man

him adoring you CONSTANLYYYY

Secret make-out sessions in an empty classroom

Calling him tommy <3

Matching hickeys

Him being close with your little siblings

Him instantly falling in love every time he sees you

long hugs <3

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I love Sti sm but Thomas has my hearttttt! I wanna do more one shots about him, also maybe some about newt lmk!!!

[1donoow]

MIX FANDOM FANFIC REC PT.2

[Fanfics(x reader) i've read]

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♡ - smut

...... latest ipdate; Edited; 03/30/25

Fantastic beast [newt scamander]

harry potter [wolfstar][remus lupin][regulus black][james potter]

the black phone [vance hooper]

enola holmes [sherlock holmes]

the walking dead [glenn rhee]

outa [peter pan][felix]

maze runnner [newt][gally]

dune [duke leto atreides]

rise of the guardians [jack frost][bunnymund]

big hero 6 [tadashi hamada][hiro hamada]

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FANTASTIC BEAST

newt scamander

@moonlit-imagines - your husband coming home to find a baby niffler hanging from your neck

@spideyharrington - one and the same

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HARRY POTTER

wolfstar

@wolfstardaughter-jj - like fathers,like daughter

@masivechaos - you remind me of him

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remus lupin

@ddejavvu - grumpy remus x sunshine reader

- ___

- y/n loving when remus ramble

- sleepy cuddles with remus

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regulus black

@ddejavvu - the reader intentionally mistook sirius as snape

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james potter

@reysdriver - lucky charm

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THE BLACK PHONE

vance hopper

@angelofthenight - are we about to kiss?

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ENOLA HOLMES

sherlock holmes

@marvelousmando - the game is afoot indeed

@love-strawberry - we'll be alright

@st-juliet - pulse point ♡

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THE WALKING DEAD

glenn rhee

@the-daily-multi-fandom-post - gleens lover girl

@refiwrites - tepidity

@captain-tch - trinkets

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OUAT

@thepiratequeenofneverland - A Poly introduction

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peter pan

@heliads - dating peter pan would include

@evangeline-perry - peter pan relationship

@bad268 - peter pan fluff alphabet

@justpan - Kindness and Cruelty 

@mysadcorner - peter with a quiet!reader

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felix

@goldenxshine - dating felix and wearing glasses would include

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MAZE RUNNER

@toxicbubblegum212 - snow in the glade

@virginia-peters - ___

@givemearock - tmr boys if you gave them a rock

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newt

@heliads - men and tea

@witchthewriter - jealous newt with a medjack girlfriend would include

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gally

@cantstoptheimagines - rbf

@writingandimagines - gally teaching you how to defend yourself

@5sospenguinqueen - dating gally would include

@gladerscake - territorial

@witchthewriter - being gally's s/o would include

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DUNE

duke leto atreides

@nonpoppin - beard

@dailyreverie - you are what’s important right now

- your touch

- hugging them from behind, laying their head on the other’s shoulder

@starryeyedstories - like real people do

@catlordewrites - in the water

- a little less lonely

@lightsinthedistancee - how it feel to be free

@geo-winchester - like we used to be

@supernovafeather - new home ♡

@letstalkaboutshtufff - opposites attract

@pumpkin-stars - stalwart

@ophelialoveshandsomemen - you're handsome with snowflakes in your beard

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RISE OF THE GUARDIAN

jack frost

@imagines-dreams - ___ (cupid!reader)

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bunnymund

@razzlerdazzler - bunnymund with a halloween spirit s/o who likes spring and easter

@daydreaming-away-reality - the sweetest thank you (mother nature!reader)

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BIG HERO 6

tadashi hamada

@multi-fandom-imagine - pop rock kiss

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@subtly-a-selkie - tadashi is here pt1

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hiro hamada

@thequeenrains - a night to a decade

@bigherosix2 - quarantining with hiro

@maycat-19-142 - ___ (poison!reader)

[ruerecs]

𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚/ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑐 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡.

➞ will poulter

➞ gally

➞ luca

➞ adam warlock

[websterss]

SOBBING AT THEIR REUNION 😭

𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 | 𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔, 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚. 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 <𝟑

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒆. 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓?

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔, 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒔, 𝒃𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒔. 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟐.𝟖𝑲

The world felt as if it were spinning- no coming to a complete stop. Time felt as if it wasn't a thing. You stood there like a complete idiot with a knife to your throat as you looked at the man you had come to love other the past three years. Millions of thoughts were coming to your head as everyone around you was yelling, you couldn't hear a word anyone was saying all you could hear were the thoughts running trough your head.

Did he even love you? If he did, wouldn't he give anything to be with you, give anything to have a normal life with you outside of this damn Glade. You knew the reasons for this, he was scared, so scared that everything else was blurred and blocked out. His feelings for you didn't feel as strong when the fear was much stronger. And at this moment you wanted to hate him, you wanted to yell and scream at him to just listen to everyone. Listen to you. But he wouldn't and everyone including yourself knew this.

Your eyes were filled with tears, your heart was going so fast you thought it would rip out of your chest completely and you felt as if the world was ending. You didn't think you'd ever feel so bad in your life, the feeling was far worse than fear, it was far worse than the many panic attacks you've had over the years, it was much worse than millions of stabs, you'd even prefer the stabs, you'd prefer the panic attacks. For anything was better than this.

The moment his eyes connected with yours you knew you would never see him again, you knew he was gone, he was already a dead man. And even the thought of leaving him behind made you want to throw up. The thought of begging him to come with you came across your mind many times but you knew better than to beg a dead man to leave his graveyard.

His hard eyes softened when he saw the pain in your eyes, he knew you wanted to go with them, he knew you wanted him to go with you, he knew it all. But he couldn't see past that damn fear.

"Let her go," His voice came out soft, softer than anything you've ever heard coming from his lips. Your eyes didn't leave his, not even when you felt the knife slowly drop from your throat. And before you could stop yourself you ran up to Gally, your shaking hands grabbing his neck and pulling his face down to meet yours.

His lips collided with yours and he didn't stop you, instead he dropped his knife and pulled you in closer, kissing you back with so much passion you thought that maybe this would change his mind, you thought for sure he loved you. But this kiss was a goodbye and you both knew this.

You gripped his hair tighter, going onto your toes to get more acses to him making his grip on your waist tight, so tight it hurt, but you didn't care. The hurt was nothing compared to what you felt in your heart. You wanted nothing more than to be in his arms for the rest of your life, and if you would've known that the last time you'd ever see him smile or laugh was that night you wouldn't have ever looked away.

You pulled away from him, your head leaning on his as he gazed into your eyes. Neither of you said anything, for you both already knew what the other wanted to say. You knew you'd never find another like Gally, and you never wanted to ever try to find someone to replace him. He was the one for you, and now. Now you had to leave him here to die. You were in a nightmare and you were just waiting until the morning came so that you could run back into his arms and everything would be fine again. But that was just a dream at this point. A dream you'd never be able to reach.

You felt cold the second you stepped away from his warm embrace. It took everything in you to keep on moving forward, you didn't even dare to look back. You felt a warm hard on your back right as you rejoined the group of teenagers leaving the Glade.

"It'll be okay," Newt whispered as he wiped your wet face.

The rest of it all came in a blur, you barely remember anything from running in the maze to running from Grievers. And soon you were in a room with dead bodies scattered all over, most due to gun shots. You remembered a video and then your world crashed and crumbed right in front of your eyes.

You remember screams and cries, all coming from you. You remember being pulled away from the only dead body you never wanted to see dead, you remember feeling numb. You remember his face, his eyes. They looked as cold and empty as you felt.

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As the months went on you wished you had never left the Glade in the first place, for the world was nothing any of you expected, it was dark, and dead. Everywhere you looked you saw more and more death, you saw how survival was all anyone ever thought about anymore, your small group seemed to be the only ones who cared about friendship and loyalty.

You were surprised you lasted as long as you did without dying, or without getting the flare but in all honesty it was due to your group, you all saved each other over and over, never leaving anyone behind. So when Minho got captured each and everyone of you wanted to go back fro him, and thats exactly what you did.

You got shoved to the side by Newt as a truck passes by, yours eyes follow it when you see there were about five men sat on top all wearing masks. You start to feel a little uneasy when one of the men doesn't look away from you, his head moving to the side as the truck moves further along the road.

You snap your head back to Newt when he starts walking forward, your eyes roam around, seeing so many people in one spot was rare nowadays and you knew this wouldn't end well, WIKD would never allow it get like this and soon they would put a stop to it.

You saw how Thomas walked ahead of all of you, ignoring Jorge when he tried to stop him, you knew this wasn't the best way to get Minho back but none of you had a better plan so you kept on walking, ignoring the strange feeling in your chest that told you something bad was going to happen.

You looked behind you only to see that same man who you saw on the truck, his eyes were covered by the mask so you didn't know weather or not he was even looking at you, but either or it didn't feel right. Something about him made you feel uneasy, maybe it was his height, he towered over everyone it seemed like, and he had a really good build. He was intimating, and the mask made it worse.

Newt seemed to see this too, he pointed another one out to you, and this made the both of you move faster towards the rest of your group. And before you even realized you were all running again with bombs crashing into the ground all around you.

As you were running you saw someone behind you, you didn't think much of it for everyone was trying to get out before being killed but than you felt strong arms warp around your waist and before you could get out of their grasp they pulled you up.

You screamed and tried hitting the man but he was far too strong. Your wide and worried eyes searched for your friends but you didn't see them anywhere, making fear creep into your body. You turned your head to see it was the same masked man you saw on the truck, his eyes were looking stright ahead and before you knew it you were shoved into a van, hitting the floor with a grunt.

You quickly moved to the back wall when the man got in with you. You looked at them with fear laced in your eyes, there were about three men all in masks and just staring at you. Your breath was coming in and out fast, you looked around trying to see if there was a way out but you knew if you tried they would probably shot you dead.

You jumped when the door slid open but relaxed a little when they threw Thomas in. He was yelling at the man but his yells came to deaf ears when the man shut the door in his face, he turned around, his eyes finding your causing him to relax a little.

You both jerked when the Van started moving, and you tried your best to not freak out. What if they were with Wicked? All kinds of horrible thoughts came to mind but they all vanished when the Van stoped.

Thomas tried to fight off the men when they grabbed him and pulled him out. But due to his fighting they just threw him to the ground. You on the other hand, got out of the van by yourself, your eyes glaring daggers at the man who reached to get you out. But by the look you gave him, he backed away from you.

You ripped your gaze off his, the further you walked the more men you saw, all wearing masks, all carrying weapons, all looking like they could kill you without a single thought, or a single care. Thankfully you saw everyone you came here with, but they were all standing in front of the men, this could very well be your end. And Minho would rot in wicked for who knows how long.

Your heart picked up in pace when a man started talking, his voice was deep but it sounded way too familiar. He was the same man you've been seeing since you got in the city, there was something different about him, but you didn't know what exactly it was.

You could feel Thomas getting impatient the more the man spoke. You cursed to yourself when he finally had enough, pushing the man who was behind him and stepping forward. "What do you mean same side! Who the hell are you?"

Everyone went dead silent, and you could feel yourself holding your breath, waiting for the man to give some kind of reaction, a reaction none of you wanted. But he was quiet for far too long. You furrowed your brows when he turned his head, grabbing his mask with his free hand and pulling it over his head. He looked at the ground for maybe 5 second before turning his head to you all.

Your heart dropped to the ground, the air around you felt thick, and you could feel yourself having trouble breathing. Tears came to your eyes in an instant and every sound around you turned off, all you could hear was a faint buzzing and your pounding heart in your chest.

His eyes connected with yours so fast you thought you had gotten whiplash, you could feel everyones eyes on you, not just Gally's and it was making you feel suffocated. You didn't know what to do, or what to feel. You wanted to cry, yell and scream all at the same time, you wanted to run into his arms and hug him until you died but at the same time you wanted to hit him over and over again for the way he hurt you, and make you leave without him.

But before you could even take a step Thomas lunged forward, hitting Gally straight in the face, hard. So hard Gally fell to the ground with Thomas right on top of him. You wanted to move, run towards them and stop Thomas from hurting him but you couldn't move, no matter how hard you tried too.

Thankfully Newt did it for you, running towards the two boys, he fell beside Thomas, grabbing his hand, stopping him from going further. You could see their lips moving but you didn't know what they were saying, you felt as if you were in a dream, floating out of your body, it didn't feel real. Nothing felt real.

Thomas got off him fast, but you could see he was dripping with anger, anger you were slowly starting to feel. Gally got up and off the ground, moving his jaw with his hand before he eyes you again. His gaze softened, his voice dropped in pitch and he looked almost scared.

"Y/N?" Everyone turned to you again, but you didn't even see anyone, all you could see was red as you looked at the boy who was supposed to love you enough to leave with you. But he was a coward then he defiantly was one now.

And before you could stop yourself you moved forward, it all happened so fast as you grabbed the gun for the man behind you, he tried to stop you but you kicked him in the crouch casuing him to fall to the ground.

With the gun in your hands and adrenaline coursing through your veins, you tightened your grip on the firearm, your knuckles white with tension as moved towards Gally who didn't move from where he stood before. He held his head high, his eyes becoming glazed, but he clenched his jaw waiting for you to do what you wanted.

You could hear yelling from everyone behind you, but it was too late. Without a moment's hesitation, you swung the gun, hitting him hard across the temple with the back of the weapon. A sickening thud echoed through the air as the force of the blow sent him reeling backward. His eyes widened in shock, then dulled with pain as he crumpled to the floor.

It fell silent, except for your heavy breaths. You stood over him, chest heaving. The weight of what you had just done settled on your shoulders, but you pushed it away, the anger still seeping in your veins when he looked up at you, his nose bleeding.

You didn't know what was going on around you but whatever it was it died down when Gally raised his hand, telling them it was okay. His breathing came in and out harshly, his eyes connected with yours and the same softness still visible.

"You piece of shit," You breathed out, your voice dripping with hurt and rage. "You shouldn't have come back," Tears filled your vision as you remembered what he did, and how he made you feel. You had woken up screaming and crying because of him, and thinking you saw him die right in your arms. But he wasn't dead, and it was messing with your head, he was messing with your head.

"I'm so sorry Y/N," You let out a small cry at the sound of his voice, or the way your name rolled off his tongue. You didn't think you would ever hear him say your name again, and it caused your heart to physically hurt. Your breathing was getting faster and faster the more you let yourself feel the pain, you felt yourself give in slowly.

Tears slipped down your cheeks and you took a step away from him, dropping the gun on the ground in front of you. Gally didn't even waist a second, his eyes connecting with yours as he got up and off the ground, and making his way towards your form.

You gasped when he grabbed you and pulled you into his warm arms. And as he wrapped his arms around you, he could feel you trembling against him, your body shaking with the weight of all the emotions coursing through you. He held you close, his hug a shelter from the storm of doubt and fear.

Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, fingers clutching at the fabric of his uniform as if afraid he might slip away once more. He could feel the dampness of your tears soaking into his shirt.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the passing of time, nor the trials you had faced while you were apart. All that mattered in this moment was the warmth of your bodies pressed together, the rhythm of your hearts beating as one.

And as you held each other, lost in the sweet embrace of reunion, the world faded away around you, leaving only the echo of your love reverberating through the empty spaces between you. It was a moment frozen in time, a testament to the enduring power of your connection, and a promise of the future you would build together, one tender embrace at a time.

[baldurs-writers-3]

Astarion: A Baldur's Gate 3 Fanfic Rec List

This week, we have Astarion Centric fics! Check under the cut for a whopping seventeen fics all about our favorite vampire spawn, and as always, give them a comment and kudos if you like them!

The stars began to burn by peregrinefeathers (87k, Mature) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Gale

An AU where instead of having an orb lodged in his chest Gale got stuck in a book. Then when a vampire spawn opened that book he got stuck in that vampire spawn's head. This is the best thing that has ever happened to Astarion; within 15 minutes he's running out of the Szarr palace into the sunlight. Then adventures begin!

Reccer says: a slow burn, like bloodweave is obvious endgame but it takes a while to get there, and Astarion is written /so/ well

Uncrossed Lines by Asidian (1209, Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion & Wyll, Astarion & Halsin, Astarion & Karlach

Friends don't let friends get hurt and/or pressured into doing things they don't want to do

Reccer says: Just an incredibly sweet depiction of people recognizing Astarion's boundaries and helping to enforce them, whether he's expecting them to or not. I love it

Hydnellum Peckii by OctolingO (4403, General) Warnings: talks of Astarion's past but no gruesome details Pairings: none

Astarion is doing a great job hiding what he is from the party, until they reach the Underdark and he has nothing to feed on.

Reccer says: this is so angsty! i loved Gale being too curious for his own good and trying to help and be supportive, and all of Astarion's fears of getting kicked out or killed, bc nobody could ever be in his corner, and having anyone in a position of power apologizing *to him* like that's so foreign - this gave me so many feels!

caught between the dark and the dreaming by Raayide (18925, Teen) Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Pairings: Astarion & Friends

Marcus wants answers, and no one is going to give them to him, unless he forces them to. Astarion is the unlucky target forced to drink a truth serum.

Reccer says: Absolutely delicious whump and found family comfort afterwards

of death potential and death absolute by Raayide (39119, Teen) Warnings: Derealization Pairings: Astarion & Gale, pre-relationship

Astarion is never quite sure, until the moment Cazador lies dead before him, whether this entire adventure is anything more than an extremely vivid hallucination.

Reccer says: this story takes Astarion and twists him up into a little heartbreaking ball of a premise that makes him think everything is just a dream, and how desperate he is to stay in the dream rather than waking up. it retells most of the game with a tight focus and some lovely lovely characters scenes, everyone gets a moment in the spotlight!

Those left behind by Gally (73949, Mature) Warnings: None Pairings: Past Astarion/Karlach

What's Astarion to do after the Absolute is destroyed and the love of his life is now dead?

Reccer says: Lots of funny. Lots of sad. Lots of excellent characterization and slow but steady healing

All it Cost Me by HydieMurderBabe (38529, Explicit) Warnings: Ite explicit, very raunchy and Durge elements of rougher kinds Pairings: Durge X Astarion

Two traumatized nubbins heal from their pasts. Lots of sex and violence ensues.

Reccer says: Its funny, its raunchy, its detailed and most of all I feel like Im invested in the pairing

Collision Course by VakarianSyndrome (123444, Explicit) Warnings: No warnings. Tropes: Modern Girl in Baldur's Gate, found family Pairings: Astarion/F!OC

Set in Baldur’s Gate, this series follows Adelaide, a human woman from Earth, and her somewhat clumsy attempts at navigating this new and fantastical realm. In the process, she falls for Astarion, the pale elf, vampire spawn with level 100 rizz.

Reccer says: It starts out really funny, but then gradually gets serious where needed. The buildup between Astarion and the OC is spicy and sweet, and the smut delivers! And it's completed!

No Good End in View by not_whelmed_yet (60,797, ongoing, Mature) Warnings: Character death (temporary), torture Pairings: Astarion/Wyll/Karlach

Astarion doesn't get time to be terrified of the party, because Wyll cuts off what he sees as a feral vampire spawn's head long before he can try to seduce them. The only problem is that this doesn't kill him. And it continues to not kill him.

Reccer says: this is an achingly beautiful exploration of a team that gets off not so much on the wrong foot but on a freefall - each doing horrible things to each other in ways that all read perfectly understandable from their point of views, but have wretched lasting consequences. the author writes them so in character that I want to throttle them and fall in love all over again

What Could Have Been by Bella1433 (70000, Explicit) Warnings: There is mention of past sexual trauma, its Explicit, and goes into dark territory but not dead dove. Pairings: Named Tav X Astarion

Astarion's transformation into a vampire lord and Sima's fight to reclaim their lost love thrust them into a perilous dance of power, obsession, and redemption.

Reccer says: Its dark, rich, has a different tone and some of the most immersive writing I've read

the ghost of elturel by Raayide (4452, General) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion and Zevlor

Astarion and Zevlor meet, talk, hate each other, and hate themselves. There is nothing particularly of note about any of it.

Reccer says: Recognition of self in the other tied with some amazing introspection and metaphor

Circus of the dead by Ineadhyn (5995, Explicit) Warnings: Rape/Non-con, graphic violence, self-harm Pairings:

A dark horror circus AU with Astarion, Cazador, and his other spawns.

Reccer says: This is so beautiful, tragic, gripping, and I'm utterly obsessed with everything about it.

No Good Deeds by Garnett Gibson (39715, Explicit) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Tav

A young woman trying to be a good person gets corrupted by Astarion as they navigate the tadpole issue.

Reccer says: Delicious slow burn and creative deviations from canon.

The Lord and his new ways by FartasticDurge (26459, Explicit) Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Coercion, Manipulation, Abusive Relationships, Dissociation Pairings: Astarion/Tav

Ascended Astarion and Spawn Tav's post-game turbulent relationship from Tav's POV.

Reccer says: She struggles between doing what she thinks is right and obeying him, and seeing her process is interesting. In the latest chapter, they go to therapy, a unique twist for Ascended Astarion.

In Time by FartasticDurge (16927, Explicit) Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Pairings: Astarion/Tav, Astarion & Gale

Post-canon fic where Astarion is looking for a Tav who died and reincarnated into another person. Gale helps him find her, but things take an unexpected turn when they find her.

Reccer says: Astarion POV, a lot of D&D lore, the friendship between Gale and Astarion is interesting and supportive. Tav and Astarion's roles are reversed; he is being nice and she is suspicious of him, which is a nice twist with funny moments.

How Far You've Come by Garnett Gibson (5481, Explicit) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Tav

Astarion's obedient consort has come a long way, but sometimes she still steps out of line.

Reccer says: I liked it!

If Only For One Night by Terrormisu (682, Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Astarion/Tav

With their party always busy, Astarion finds himself longing for his little love.

Reccer says: It's a short sweet one shot that made me feel all warm and squishy inside. Hehe. But even the implied intimacy was steamy.

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series summary: Subject B10 Rosalind Franklin (Frankie) was supposed to be sent to Group B. Due to a mixup by an incompetent WICKED employee, she was sent to Group A, the all-boys maze. How will her unexpected appearance affect the variables, the Glade, and the lives of everyone in it? For one Glader in particular, Frankie might be changing, not only his present, but his entire life going forward. And not because he can't get her to stop following him around like a baby duck....Well, not only

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"Teeny tiny shovels and prison walls"

Ping. Ping ping ping. Whoosh, Ping. Ping ping. Whoosh. 

“Awww yeah! Take that, Rebecca from accounting!” 

Peter K. Rosenthal, Head of operations at the World In Catastrophe Killzone Experiment Department, Base A, let out a girlish squeal of victory as his initials finally topped the charts of the online pinball tournament. Most of the Base had become obsessed with it the last few months. He took a moment to stare at the screen, basking in the glory of his hard-earned achievement. Rebecca had been stiff competition; it was going to feel so good to gloat about this in the morning. 

Letting out a yawn, Peter read the time at the bottom of his computer screen. The numbers 3:07 blinked back at him and he sighed, remembering what day it was tomorrow. Or rather, today. Greenie day, as the kids have named it. The set day each month that they send a new subject into the Maze. A lot of preparation and paperwork had to be done the week beforehand, but it always seemed to get put off to the last few hours the night before. This month they were cutting it especially close, being the early morning. It was their own fault, he supposed. Them and that silly pinball tournament. But he wasn't worried. 

Fighting another yawn, Peter shook his head and grinned as a thought occurred to him. 

“There ain’t no rest for the W.I.C.K.E.D.” Peter chuckled to himself. 

Standing up to go refill his coffee, Peter nearly tripped and broke his mug when his office door burst open. A sheepish looking intern stared up at him, his brow worried. Peter sighed heavily; he had been in such a good mood. 

“What is it?” Peter raised an eyebrow, already feeling impatient. 

“Um..eh heh” the intern shuffled his feet “Uh sir, there’s been a…well I wouldn’t call it a mishap, more like a, like a surprising turn of events. Er, what I’m trying to say is…” 

Peter ground his teeth. “Just spit it out already!” 

The intern squeezed his eyes shut and let out one long rush of breath, “We brought a girl, sir”. 

The intern peeked open one eye to see his boss standing in the same position he had been, wearing a blank expression. 

“Sir?” he whispered. Several long minutes passed. 

“What do you mean you—“ Peter’s forehead crinkled “How did that even--?” 

“Well, it was a big crowd, sir. You know the girls and boys hang out together in the rec room. And we’ve been running a bit behind as you know, so we weren’t quite as thorough in our examination of the subject before we—“ 

“’Not quite as thorough’? What kind of idiots am I hiring if you can’t even tell a girl from a boy?” 

“W-well she was wearing a hoodie, sir, and it was kind of baggy, so—“ 

“Stop. Just stop talking. I am this close to firing you, I swear. Just erase these last few hours from her mind, send her back to the facility and fix this.” Peter waved him away and plopped back into his swivel chair, feeling more exhausted than he was when he started his break. As he was turning back to face his desk, however, the intern’s mousey voice broke through his calm once again. 

“We can’t, sir.” 

Peter sat up straighter. “What do you mean you can’t?” 

“It’s too late. The drive to the facility holding the kids is already hours away, since it’s night it would take almost twice as long trying to avoid the cranks. We don’t have that kind of time. We only have a few hours before we send the subject up.” 

Peter cracked his knuckles, staring at the wall behind the intern’s head, presumably deep in thought. 

“Sir?... Sir, what do we do? Should we postpone the arrival?” 

Several minutes passed before finally Peter seemed to remember the intern’s question, looking him straight in the eye. “No. No, send her up.” Peter nodded to himself, affirming his own decision while the intern spluttered. 

“Send her up? Sir, are you sure that’s a good idea? Won’t the variables—“ 

Peter’s voice hardened with authority. “I am the head of operations here, I decide the variables. You are an intern, you do as I say. Are we now clear on our positions?” 

“Yes, sir. You’re right, sir. Sending her up, sir.” The intern gulped before scurrying off to inform his coworkers of the decision. 

Peter sank back into his chair when he left. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure this was a good idea. Sending a girl in could mess with the other variables. Their results might be affected negatively, and they’d end up wasting time they don’t have starting the process all over again. On the other hand, this could be just the variable they’ve been looking for. The change could trigger reactions and emotions in the kids’ brains that otherwise would have gone unexplored. 

This could, in fact, turn out to be a very good decision. Time would tell. In the meantime, Peter prepared this explanation over and over again in his mind, perfecting it for when the time came to answer to the higher ups. A conversation he was most definitely not looking forward to. Just in case, he started thinking up some rebuttals to any arguments they might have, including reminding them of what the ‘E’ in W.I.C.K.E.D. stands for. 

“Yeah, that’ll shut ‘em up.” Peter mumbled to himself, just before drifting off to sleep on his keyboard.

Pain. In her neck. Neck pain. That was the first thing she was aware of. She changed positions but found that made it worse.

Awake now, but still unwilling to open her eyes, she stretched out her limbs to get more comfortable and smacked her wrist on something hard. Groaning, she recoiled from the source of her pain, clutching her wrist for comfort. She sighed, realizing that trying to sleep anymore would be pointless.

With a frown, she opened her eyes and promptly jumped back, in pain once again. This time it was the back of her head that got smacked, but that was the least of her concerns. As she took in the unfamiliar room she was in, barely being able to make out anything in the near-blackness, she racked her brain but couldn’t for the life of her remember how she got there. Or where she would normally wake up, for that matter.

Frantic, she sat up straighter, trying to retrace her steps from the day before. Her breaths came quicker as she realized she couldn’t remember anything. She could picture images in her mind's eye. Things like purple clouds and a stuffed animal of some sort. Several different cats. Movie-like snapshots of moments that meant nothing. She couldn't remember anything important— her life, her history, where she lived, friends, family, not even her own name.

Suddenly, the room she was in seemed a lot smaller. She hugged her knees to her chest, shying away from the light filtering in through slits in the walls. She realized she was moving, upward, like she was in some sort of elevator, which seemed even more frightening. As off-putting as this room was, she felt sure that whatever was at the top of this thing would be a lot worse, somehow. The creaking and grinding of gears all around her seemed foreboding and her pulse quickened as each second passed.

After what seemed like hours, the elevator room stopped, making a horrible sound and jolting her forward onto her knees. She took a few deep breaths, mentally preparing herself for whatever came next. Several tense minutes passed. Finally, the doors opened.

Light streamed through the ceiling, so bright it was almost blinding. Preparing for the worst, she backed up until her back hit a wall, reaching around for something to use as a weapon if necessary, but couldn't find anything. She waited for her eyes to adjust and steeled her nerve for whatever nightmare awaited her.

Her vision cleared. She laughed. Long and hard. Enough to turn the few murmurs she could hear above her, into alarmed bickering.

Having expected to see monsters of some sort, or even something just a little more intimidating, being greeted by a group of teenage boys was, to say the least, anti-climactic. And it was more than a little funny. In her adrenaline-addled mind it was hilarious.

She could feel her laughter melting away some of her stress and by the time she heard someone jump down into the box with her, she was feeling a lot calmer than she had just minutes before.

As the boy approached her, a bit more fear started creeping up her spine again. He towered over her, his form imposing. And he wasn't laughing.

Why was she laughing again? She felt like she should stop, but she couldn't. More giggles bubbled up from her chest, now tinged with anxiety instead of mirth. They tapered off as the boy came closer and closer, her pulse now loud in her ears.

Okay so maybe teenage boys aren't monsters, but they could still hurt her if they wanted to. This one certainly could. Did he want to hurt her? What was going on here? Why hadn't he said anything yet?

He'd just been staring for a solid minute, stood before her with his brows scrunched up in...anger? Or confusion? If he was confused that made two of them.

His eyebrows could go up really high. She almost started laughing again, it was so comical, but she managed to control herself. What was wrong with her? This was a tense situation. Focus. She decided to wait on him to break the silence.

"Gally, what's going on down there?"

Or that guy could break it.

The boy in front of her, Gally apparently, opened his mouth and closed it a few times, like a fish. This time she did let a laugh slip, but she clamped her mouth shut again when his eyes narrowed slightly. Focus.

He shook his head a bit as he called up to whichever boy had spoken. "It's...it's a girl."

Chaos broke out above them. Boys shouting over eachother, some sounding confused, some happy for some reason, and a couple even sounding angry.

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, right! We're not falling for that one again."

"There's no way."

"Is she hot?"

"What's she look like?"

"The Creators have finally answered our requests!"

The voices were mingled with laughter and jeering and she could see a few of them playfully shoving eachother. All of it mixed together to overwhelm her senses.

Unconsciously, she pressed herself as far back against the wall as she could. There were a lot of them. Not monsters; teenage boys. But a lot of them. She didn't feel like laughing anymore.

Gally seemed to notice her distress, almost taking another step towards her before stopping himself. Kneeling down to her level, he softened his features marginally. He wasn't very good at it, but he seemed to be trying.

"Hey. You're alright. I'm sure you've got questions, and we'll try to answer 'em. But right now, how 'bout we get you out of this box, yeah?"

She started to nod, his voice was gruff, yet calming, and she felt somehow safer listening to it. She didn't know anything about herself but hopefully she was a good judge of character. He seemed genuine. But flicking her eyes up to all the boys huddled over them, she felt anxious all over again.

"Don't worry about them", he leaned in a bit and lowered his voice conspiratorially. "They're a bunch of shanks but they're pretty harmless." His mouth quriked up to the side and she felt herself smiling in return.

"Okay..." her voice sounded small. Was that how her voice usually sounded? She sort of hoped not.

He reached a hand out for her to grab and she took it with only slight hesitation. Hoisting her up, Gally caught her by the arms before she barrelled into him.

"You ready?"

She nodded in reply, and he wrapped his large hands around both her sides securely, before hefting her up and over the side of the elevator like she weighed nothing.

Pulling herself over the lip, she almost fell back into the box when she looked up. Yep. A whole lot of boys, all staring at her, and very very close now. She tried to smile at them but it felt more like a grimace.

Cue more nervous laughter. She's gotta get that checked out.

"You weren't kidding, Gal" one said in amazement, his eyes glued to her.

A few hoots and hollers started going around the crowd along with some whistles. Someone reached out a hand to touch her shoulder but she jerked away.

She wanted back in the box. She turned to climb back down when Gally appeared over the edge, carrying a large crate over one shoulder. She ducked out of his way while he deposited it on the ground next to her with a thump.

He jumped back down to collect another crate and she climbed down quickly behind him, before one of the boys could grab her. One had made a move toward her and she heard a few aww's as she went.

Hearing a roar of laughter from above, Gally turned around to find her back in the box, hiding in the corner closest to him, nearly out of sight of the other boys.

He looked annoyed for a moment, before sighing and coming to stand in front of her with his hands on his hips.

"Didn't I just get you out of here?"

She nodded sheepishly.

Realistically, she probably couldn't just stay in this box forever. For one, there was no bathroom. Or food for that matter. And for two, as much as coming out of the box scared her, the thought of going back to wherever the box came from scared her even more.

Still, she didn't want to be alone with those boys up there.

"Do you...do you need help?"

Gally looked amused. "You wanna help, huh?"

She nodded enthusiastically.

Gally chuckled. "Well, this is another first. Sure, why not? Why don't you hand me those crates over there?"

Immensely relieved, she made her way over to the crates he pointed to and tried to pick one up.

Tried. She forgot about her wrist, still sore from banging it earlier. It didn't seem actually injured, but she could tell it was going to bruise.

It wasn't that bad, she could manage. Furrowing her brow, she straightened up, stretched her arms, and tried again. And again.

Laughter picked up again, this time Gally joined in. She looked over and frowned at him. She'd thought they were friends. Granted, she'd only known him for a few minutes, but still.

She huffed and tried one more time, and finally managed to lift it up off the ground as high as she could...for all of 5 seconds before her wrist twinged and her arms gave out. The crate crashed to the ground; the sound of the wood breaking apart and tools clattering against the metal floor making her wince.

Slowly, she turned on the spot to look warily at Gally. Her new friend. Her buddy ol' pal.

He was glaring at her. A soft glare, but a glare nonetheless.

"Sorry..." she mumbled, and his glare softened further.

He shook his head. "S'okay. Just, no heavy lifting I guess." Gally looked around and seemed to think. "How 'bout you grab one of those bags over there and start picking up the tools?"

She did as he said and started gathering the tools that had fallen and placing them in one of the empty potato sacks nearby. There were a lot of tools. What did they need all these tools for? A shiver of fear went through her, again reminded of how much she didn't know.

Who even were these boys? And why did they need her? Were they going to kill her? Is that what they needed the little shovels for? Are they going to kill her and bury her with these teeny tiny shovels? Is that why they need so many? They'd be digging for a long time, these things are so small.

"You about done there?" Gally's voice broke through her spiraling thoughts and made her jump.

She spun around to see him just behind her, having finished hefting the rest of the crates up to the other boys. She looked back at the tiny shovels, then back to him. Might as well just ask.

"What are these for?" She held one up for him to see.

He looked at her with amusement again, laced with a little bit of pity. "Gardening."

" Oh. Right."

Her relief must've shown on her face because he smirked and asked her "What did you think they were for?

She debated not telling him, but she's not sure what could've told him besides the truth. Besides, she was probably being ridiculous. She settled on mumbling it under her breath.

"...to bury me with"

"What was that?" He looked like he was about to laugh.

She huffed. "I thought they were to bury my body with after you've killed me." There. She said it, loud and clear. He can laugh if he wants.

Oh. Oh no, what if she just gave him the idea to kill her and bury her body with all the little gardening shovels?

 

He did start laughing, like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. Maybe it was. Maybe these boys were the furthest thing from dangerous as they could be and the idea was so preposterous that-

"Greenie," Gally got out between laughs "if we were gonna kill you, we wouldn't bother burying your body. We'd just leave you to the grievers and they'd take care of it for us."

Her eyes must've looked like saucers, they were so wide. They might still kill her! Without even the decency to bury her, even though they had perfectly good little shovels to do the job. And grievers? What the heck were those? They sounded scary.

"Gally!" An authoritative voice called down from above. He sounded chastising.

Gally tamped down on his chuckles and seemed to finally take in (or care about) the horror that must be painted on her face. He sighed and attempted to soften his features again.

"We're not gonna kill ya. That's one of the rules around here. We don't hurt each other." He reached over and ruffled her hair playfully, before kneeling down and putting the rest of the tools in the bag. He finished the job efficiently and swung the bag over one of his shoulders.

Gally turned to climb back up out of the box but stopped and looked at her over his shoulder.

"You comin'?" He lifted an eyebrow expectantly.

She hesitated.

Gally's expression turned to one of impatience and he opened his mouth to say something but she spoke before he could.

"I'm scared." Her eyes flicked upwards and back to him.

Gally dropped the bag to the floor and came to stand in front of her again. He placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her directly in the eyes. The weight was oddly comforting.

"Look," he sighed, and gentled his voice. "Nothing's gonna happen to you, alright? I won't let anyone hurt you...Do you trust me?"

She barely knew him. Then again, she barely knew herself. If she couldn't trust her memory, she should at least trust her gut.

"Yeah, I do." She nodded firmly.

That was apparently not the answer he thought she'd give. Gally looked surprised, like he didn't actually expect her to say yes. She supposed that made sense. Maybe he thought she was too trusting. But then, why ask her?

Gally recovered quickly. "Well...good, then. Good. Uh, well let's get you out of here. Again." He emphasized that last word with a pointed look.

Allowing Gally to heft her up once again, she braced herself for the crowding and the cacophony of noise that would greet her.

When she got topside, however, the crowd had dispersed considerably. How had she not noticed how quiet it had gotten? There were still a couple boys that were left, but they didn't appear to be rowdy like the others, and they weren't looking at her in a way that made her uncomfortable either. She could feel her heartrate slowing, the fear calming down as she looked at the small crowd.

One of the boys was tall and blonde, with long, gangly limbs. He was smiling at her gently. Beside him stood a shorter boy; stockier and with darker skin. He looked at her cautiously but still kindly.

They both had varying levels of curiosity in their expressions. She wondered if her face reflected it back to them.

She was getting dizzy with all the emotions fighting for dominance in her body. Fear, confusion, amusement, calm, fear, calm; each shoved the last aside and took its turn at the helm, like they all wanted to be captains and she was the pirate ship.

That was a funny mental image. Guess it's amusement's turn.

She forced herself to pay attention when she noticed one of them was talking.

"Welcome to the Glade, she-bean." The darker boy extended his hand to her. She looked to Gally and he gave a little nod so she took the outstretched hand. He had a firm handshake.

" I see you've already met Gally," the boy continued, glancing at Gally with a wry smirk. "But don't let him give you a bad impression, we're not all slintheads."

At his words, Gally colored and looked away, his jaw set and brows furrowed. He looked angry, and a little hurt. She didn't know what a slinthead was, but it couldn't be good. She felt hurt for him.

"I'm Alby. and this here is Newt. We'll give you the tour tomorrow and try to answer any questions you have. If you-"

Gally started to walk away and she found the courage to speak up.

"Gally's not a slinthead." She interrupted whatever Alby was going to say, her voice only shaking a little. She couldn't focus past the sudden indignation anyway.

Gally stopped in his tracks.

Alby looked taken aback. His mouth hung slightly open, his eyebrows shot up in surprise. She took the opportunity while he was at a loss for words.

"He's not. He was nice to me. Maybe you're the slintheads for saying that."

Okay, maybe that last bit was too far. She felt her face burning; her chest constricting in fear. Why was she antagonizing him? She knew nothing about her current situation and this guy looked to be the leader of this gang. She should not be picking fights!

But Gally had been kind to her. He was her friend, she'd already decided. And they were being mean to him...

She held her breath and ducked her head like a child awaiting punishment. Peaking up at him through her eyelashes, she watched as Alby recovered from his shock. His face was stern, a little confused perhaps, but his lips were twitching.

It was Newt that broke the tension by busting up laughing. She took in a lungful of air in relief. She just learned something about herself: she did not like tension.

"She sure told you, Alby. We better watch our shuck mouths around this one." Newt playfully pat Alby on the shoulder, and Alby rolled his eyes at him. Extending his hand out for her to shake as well, Newt continued. "You're gonna be a lot of bloody fun, I can tell. Nice to meet you."

She liked Newt, she decided. She smiled a little as she shook his hand.

"Thank you. I mean, it's nice to meet you. I mean, I'm sorry for calling you a slinthead. I mean-"

Newt cut her off with a chuckle and a shake of his head. "Easy there, she-bean."

She saw Gally out of the corner of her eye trying to stifle a smirk. He called back to the other two boys.

"You two slintheads need anything else, or can I get back to my job?" He winked at her when he called them 'slintheads'. Her heart did a funny flipping thing. Then his words registered.

"You're leaving?" She took a step towards him unconsciously, her eyes pleading with him to stay with her.

Gally looked surprised again. He hesitated, looking between her, Alby, and Newt. "Umm..."

Alby was smiling broadly now; a stark contrast from his previous guarded expressions.

"Yeah, Gally, why don't you stick around? I've got a few things to see to anyway. You and Newt can show her to her hammock." Without waiting for a reply, Alby clapped Gally on the shoulder and took off toward some sort of building in the distance.

Watching him go, her eyes finally took notice of her surroundings. They were in a large grassy area. She saw gardens, trees, wooden buildings, more trees, more buildings, animals. There were animals!

Then she noticed the walls. Big, ginormous stone walls, covered in ivy, wrapping around the entire space in a huge square. They reminded her of something...

"This is a prison" she breathed. Panic was taking the helm.

Newt held his hands out to placate her. "Now, hold on."

She stepped out of his reach, bumping into Gally in the process. She turned and addressed her questions to him.

"Are we prisoners? Did we do something wrong? Did I kill someone?" Her eyes widened in horror; her breaths coming in quicker. She really hoped she hadn't killed anybody. The possibilities ran through her mind and filled her with a sense of dread.

Gally placed his hands on her shoulders and, like before, the weight helped steady her. He took her chin in between his fingers and gently forced her head up to look him in the eye.

"Calm down, greenie." Her shoulders relaxed. She did feel calmer. How did he do that? "Look, none of us know what this place is. But I do know one thing for certain: you did not kill anybody."

"How do you know?"

He smirked at her. "I just know."

She's not sure how he would know that but Gally seemed certain, so she'd take his word for it.

"So, what's outside the walls?"

Gally's eyes had a faraway look in them when he replied. "For now, all you need to know is that you're not allowed past them, and that it's for your own good."

With those foreboding words still ringing in her ears, Gally removed his hands from her shoulders, apparently deeming her calm enough.

Newt spoke up again. "Right, how about seeing where you're gonna sleep, yeah? Follow me."

Newt started walking towards one of the forested areas. She looked at Gally, who gave her a nod, and she followed Newt.

"Gally, can you come up here a second?" Newt called back. Gally jogged up to walk with Newt a few steps ahead of her.

Newt leaned in close to Gally as they walked, affected a high pitched voice and said "Calm down, greenie".

Gally rolled his eyes and shoved Newt away, but Newt just laughed and leaned in again. "I'll protect you greenie, do you trust me?" Newt batted his eyelashes. "Didn't think I heard that, did ya?"

Gally was beet red as he gave Newt another half-hearted shove. "Shut up."

Newt's laughter could be heard across the Glade as they made their way to the hammocks.

thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging, it means a lot ♡

[fluffypotatey]

Any newtmas fic recs? I need more to read if you have any and I also have some too if you want

ok most of these are long fics but i do have some one-shots!!! hope the list satisfies you <3

Major Arcana by NachouPala [MERWNETHUR IVY TRIO AU!!! I REPEAT: IVY TRIO AS MERWNETHUR]

Wicked Fast Photo Lab by newtedison [Manger Newt’s terrible, horrible, and very stressful day at work]

wanna eat your heart out (i don’t wanna be alone) by maieliee [actually haven’t read it but while searching for another fic that involved Crank!Newt this looked interesting]

You & I (Ever After) by FilisMaze [super cute modern royalty au with fairy tale events to spice up the drama]

Yoko by songbvrd [omfg my beloved thiam author also does newtmas???? forgive me the dots finally connected but OMFG— super fun jealousy fic where Ivy Trio are childhood best friends but tensions rise when Thomas starts to drift apart from Bewt and Minho, hanging out with some “new girl”]

Thomas is Spider Man by SoggyCorssis [one-shot fic series of a spider-man au but not all fics are in the same storyline; super fun with good angst moments]

A Pirate’s Life for Me by doormousescribbles [super fun pirate au where Newt and Sonya escape their noble lives, stumbling into piracy via a Captain Thomas]

Pluto by dontbeeshy [i think it’s inspired by the episode Dylan O’Brien was featured in in the limited series Short Stories; time travel fic where Thomas from the present meets Newt in the good old 1890s]

lighting the match and watching as the world burns by r3mus [AU where Thomas has yet to be Swiped and seeks another way to free his Glader friends! Everyone doesn’t remember him, but Thomas remembers their feelings of betrayal and this guilt complex]

An Unsinkable Love by [titanic au that is NOT a scene by scene copy of the movie godbless 🙏🙏🙏 super super good and beautiful (minus the tragedy) WITH a mostly happy end]

Glader’s Floral Designs by JDMarien [this is super fucking adorable and fluffy flower shop au + Thomas and Gally beef on the side]

long story short; by Khio [THIS FUCKING FIC!!!!! THIS BITCH!!!!! crank!Newt is chef’s kiss amazing, also the letters!!!!! ough]

and that’s all i got for today *jazz hands*

[amischiefofmice]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗 (apologies for sending chain letters but i'll be honest: i DO find myself wanting to know which of an author's works they're most excited about at any given moment.)

lol well since i just started writing stuff and posting i dont have too many to pick from so lets go with 3 ok

this is my Astarion Focused long fic i got planned that is post bg3 canon, i've not updated it in a bit but thats bc i was going BACK IN TIME and establishing how stuff was, i have like 4k words already jumbling around in a file for ch3 so it will update again. its in a version that is tavless/durgeless and Karlach and Astarion hooked up but she was like 'imaburn bai' instead of going to avernus so lets see how our sad vampire does now (he's trying!!)

this is a latter part of act3 set one exploring the karlach/astarion relationship dynamic thing, focused on vamp boy thinking he's all better now regarding his sex hang ups bc obvs he would be cazador is dead but yah. sorry kid u aint

more light hearted than the other two, and almost done, just a funny idea I had about what if Astarion just kept biting people at camp everytime he felt like they deserved it. and then karlach caught him. set near end of act 1 timewise

[ruerecs]

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑐 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡.

➞ gally

➞ minho

➞ thomas

➞ newt

[thomasbrodiesandwich]

gally and thomas🤞

yk what i never really explored this ship until i read that one threesome fic with thomas/gally/minho. then i understood why ppl ship them. i can see the vision. the angst? banger. the pining? hell yeah. the will-they-wont-they? scrumptious. the potential for angry kisses and angry confessions shouting 'i love u' in the middle of a fight???? AAAAAAH. anyways, enemies to lovers always did have a special place in my heart 🤭 maybe i shud read more of these two (searching ao3 as we speak. if anybody has great fic recs for them im willing to check them out ;D)

[its-tea-time-darling]

thomally (i swear i can’t ever remember the ship name for thomas x gally). not a huge fan of it but i wanna know your opinion

FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK — thomally is one of my all time favorite tmr ships!!!! 😍

genuinely met some of my closest friends bc of that ship — even crossed the big pond to meet ‘em so yeah it’s always gonna be very near and dear to my heart 🥹♥️

as for the ship itself, i just think it’s spectacular! the same way thomesa is, i think thomally is a perfect „two sides of the same coin“ ship which just intrinsically makes me weak in the knees.

both thomas and gally want to protect and ultimately save the people around them—but how they go about it is diametrically opposed.

they’re opposites in so many ways—thomas breaks rules where gally enforces them brutally, thomas urges people to go while gally wants them to stay. thomas wrecks the things gally built, carefully and with his own hands (while ironically, thomas was the one who built the maze itself).

like if you see it from gally‘s point of view, thomas shows up, and he starts tearing apart everything gally built and stands for. gally cares so so much about his fellow gladers—think of the way his voice breaks when he says „i dont want to cross anymore ways off this wall.“ gally knows they’re situation is fucked up, but he has tried so so hard over the 3 years he’s been at the glade to make it into a place that’s worth living in still.

privately i also think the reason why they go up in flames against each other so quickly is bc they’re both instantly attracted to each other, but they don’t understand what that feeling is they’re feeling. so it comes out as aggression instead of friendliness and affection, because while thomas wants gally to like him, and go along with him, gally opposed him at every step.

and i think for gally it’s the fact that he clocks very quickly that thomas isn’t someone he’s going to be able to protect. and that’s a horrible feeling to gally because protecting people is what he does, but also bc he’s feeling that aforementioned undefinable feeling he hasn’t felt before that he doesn’t know yet is attraction….

perfect thomally songs are:

and

the best place to start reading thomally is the 2015 classic apelsin (i hope you’re of age lol, it’s explicit. if not ill hook you up with another rec np 😎):

or actually, let me provide a sfw gem right away: my beloved secret santa gift from 2021 by my equally beloved @crestfallercanyon „these truths unbound and ripe for burning“

[alittlegreekreader]

recs wanted: does anybody have any articles/books/monographs etc. they really like about the galli, specifically about the role of self-flagellation/self-harm in the worship of cybele?

[baldurs-writers-3]

Horror: A Baldur's Gate 3 Fanfiction Rec List

This week, we have Horror! Check under the cut for seven fics that explore some of the darker and more frightening elements of Faerun, and as always, comment and kudos if you like them!

Hand, Hearth, and Home by ElleKhen (393,131, Explicit) Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Body Horror Pairings: Astarion/Male Tav

This fic covers the backstory and in-game story of a warlock who was raised by a shadow-fey-possessed church. After being infected by the mind flayer tadpole, he meets a dream guardian who appears to him as a childhood friend and first love who he thought dead. As his party goes on with their quest, he is also forced to face the consequences of his shadow-cursed existence, and what that means for the people he loves.

Reccer says: I love that this fic is full of visceral, angsty smut and exciting action. But the author always follows up the hurt with comfort. They especially approach the Astarion romance with so much care, and do a great job of writing his voice. Due to the nature of Church’s magic, there are body horror elements especially when the story covers the events of Act 2. This fic expands upon the Shadowlands, Shadowfell, the Raven Queen, and shadow magic as a whole to depict terrifying sequences Church must face with his companions (and lover) beside him. I learned a lot about that particular D&D lore that way, and it made Act 2 feel a lot bigger and scarier than it originally felt.

A Dream of Silence by AbigailMoment (2,683, Mature) Content Notes: possible main char death Pairings: astarion/tav

An interactive story, where you have to save Astarion from a horrible nightmare of worst thing that Cazador ever did to him

Reccer says: Very well written with tons of replayability. Also you get to pet his hair

What Could Have Been by Bella1433! (119,228, Explicit) Content Notes: Dark themes, there are archive warnings Pairings: Tav (named) X Astarion

The maze scene, the race through the city. Astarion is a terrifying vampire lord in this fic!

Reccer says: Vampire lord acting like a vampire lord and being terrifying! Using his powers

The Tyrant, the Assassin, and the Corpse by aqeldroma (3,241, Explicit) Content Notes: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Murder Pairings: The Dark Urge/Enver Gortash

After the Hall of Wonders, the Dark Urge visits Gortash to test him in another way. When she finds someone already in his bed, the night turns predictably violent.

Reccer says: Pre-canon Dark Urge and Gortash pairing, set back when they are testing each other's limits. The horrific things happen to everyone in their orbit, naturally.

Hunger is Satisfaction by CountTavula (25,904, Explicit) Content Notes: Very dark content Pairings: Tav X Astarion

The psychological horror in this is extremely high and surprisingly so.

Reccer says: Its a thriller, psychological horror, not even a dark fantasy most times, just...dread

The Vanishing of Astarion Ancunín: The beginning by Gally (3,526, Mature) Content Notes: None Pairings: None

A glimpse at his last few days of life and the first terrifying minutes of his new unlife.

Reccer says: He wasn't an evil man, he wasn't a great man... he was just a man.

Bathed in Sound by Nikolai_237 (1,005, General) Content Notes: None Pairings: Karlach/Tav

In the Feyweird, not all is dangerous but most is unsettling. For instance, sometimes you find your partner just sitting in the middle of a bunch of floating whale skeletons.

Reccer says: This is my first concept fic for the Feyweird, my psychological horror playground, and for some reason people seem to like it. I enjoy writing creepy stuff and I love weaving horror into my work.

The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ!

Next week, we’ll be returning with a character rec list, this time for Lae’zel! 

[astralpenguin]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍

ooooo okay let's see. i'm gonna go with fics i've written that i love and that i think are underrated

all they keep asking me (is if i'm gonna be your bride) - the maze runner, G, 1k

a crack-treated-seriously fic in which the glade throws a wedding for their cook and the new frying pan he's decided he's devoted to, leading to the birth of a new name

it'll only be a moment (or a couple years) - the maze runner, T, newt/thomas, brenda/gally, 6k

a fic in which the gang find themselves in the beginning of a sci-fi horror movie, say no thanks, and literally throw the problem out of the door instead

i tried to kill dean winchester and all i got was this lousy t-shirt - supernatural, T, claire & jack & emma, 17k

claire and jack get sent back in time to the events of 7x13 and decide to save emma's life. featuring claire character study, detailed time travel paradox considerations, background dean/cas, and claire being briefly forced to interact with s7 dean and not being happy about it. also they/them jack

no such thing as a unique experience - supernatural, T, claire & zoey (the little girl lilith possesses in 3x16), 11k

claire, who was possessed by an angel as a kid and had her life and family destroyed as a result, meets zoey, who was possessed by a demon as a kid and had her life and family destroyed as a result. they talk.

3am - death note, T, L/light, 34k

thee ace light fic!!! through a series of late night discussions/breakdowns, light and L are able to establish two things about light: that he's asexual, and that he absolutely was the first kira even if he cant remember it anymore. features two endings, the happy one where they manage to prevent kira's return, and the canon compliant one where they don't >:)