#halsin x ofc

[bloodiedrogue]

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SUMMARY: Halsin can’t help but indulge a bit after a particularly long day.

PAIRING: Halsin & Original Female Character (Elyra belongs to @bloodlessbhaalbabe)

WORD COUNT: 2,164

WARNINGS: 18+ sexual content, oral sex (fem receiving), light choking, overstimulation.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Wrote this as part of a trade with Mystical! First time writing Halsin so hopefully he isn’t too out of character???

MASTERLIST

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The mood is low. As everyone stumbles tiredly through the veil of the Last Light Inn, even Halsin can feel the ache. A throbbing touch of pain radiating through his spine, spreading across the upper portions of his back like a violent wave.

Stepping past Jaheria who welcomes them back, he can’t help but groan and reach around to try and soothe the spasms that have begun to erupt. Pushing his thumb into the knotted flesh he tries his best to alleviate the pressure to no avail, prompting a huff to escape his lips that the elven woman beside him all but frowns at.

“You sore?” she asks, staring with such deep concern that Halsin has to look away and force out a soft smile to deter her from worrying. Knowing that if she doesn’t she’ll simply forgo her own struggles to aid him in his.

“I’m fine, Elyra.”

“Excuse me, Elyra?” Narrowing her eyes, she leans forward, placing her hands defiantly on her hips as she surveys his frame. Picking apart every section of bruised skin covering aching bones until she’s satisfied with her research, prompting her to huff. “You never call me that.”

Even he can’t help but grin at that. Well aware that she’s right. It’s always dear or heart or love —terms of endearment he wishes to whisper against her flesh in the heat of the night but is unable to do so thanks to his own goals.

Goals, he can’t help but silently curse as she steps towards him, instinctively arching her back in that flirtatious manner as she presses a hand to his chest.

“You’re delirious, Halsin.”

“What, for calling you by your birth name?”

Her eyelashes flutter as she nods, and it’s at the moment he thinks he might be dying. The lack of air in his chest causing a newfound pain to spread at the same time his heart fails to keep up its usual rhythm. All while his mind does somersaults trying to find a way to avoid the temptation of her beautiful lips pulling into a wide grin.

“How about I help you out with a nice massage, huh? We could go back to my room, smoke a little bit and just hang out?”

Right off the bat, he knows he should decline. Given the lack of control he already has around her on a good day, it’s obvious that if he were to allow himself the opportunity to get that close, he’d certainly give in. Resulting in yet another distraction on his way to break the curse.

Not that he considers her to be a particularly bad distraction. In fact, despite his thoughts sometimes telling him that she’s no good for him, he knows that’s not the case. Elyra is in fact very good for him. A woman so perfect that, even though those same thoughts are currently telling him to say no and to bid her goodnight, his body merely accepts her offer with a small nod. Allowing the woman to excitedly grab his hand and pull him up the stairs with such gracious ease that by the time he’s lying on her bed, stomach first, everything thought he’s ever had is gone.

“Does transforming into all those creatures ever mess with your bones?”

Lifting his head to laugh, he then cranes his neck to see her face twisting with focus. Her eyes narrowing as the pressure of her hands glide around his back —her lips pursing once she hits a particularly rough spot.

“I suppose it does wear one down after a long day.”

“Yeah, no kidding. I mean, could you imagine having your entire skeletal system just magically shift into something else? Gods, that would be so painful.” She cringes at the thought before her eyes suddenly widen, prompting Halsin to laugh again. “Wait, I guess you do know, huh?”

“Yes, very much so.”

“No wonder your muscles are all fucked up right now,” she points out, digging her palm into a particularly rough spot that has him instinctively groaning. A low guttural noise that he knows he shouldn’t feel embarrassed about, yet in the moment it’s all he can focus on.

“Sorry, should’ve warned you about that one. You’re real tight in the shoulder area.”

Clearing his throat, he’s suddenly too overwhelmed to continue, causing his body to shift to the side; her hands reluctantly moving away when their eyes inevitably meet. Pausing as he allows his weight to rest against the base of his forearm, unable to further move due to the fact that he wants to be closer.

More than anything, he wants to feel those calloused hands of hers wrapped around him, toying with his hair or fingers —pressing into the grooves of his chest as they descent to far less innocent lands.

Lands he has to force himself to forget about as he reluctantly pushes upwards, feeling the heat of Elyra’s stare become too much.

“Thank you for the massage,” he tells her then. And although he has every intention of shuffling off the edge of the bed and leaving, all he ends up doing is readjusting his position. Allowing his legs to extend and accidentally knock against her knee as she too gets on the bed.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem tense, big boy.”

Almost immediately, both of them know what she means when she says it. However, Halsin being too focused, fails to comment. Instead, averting his gaze as thoughts of her circle through his mind, granting Elyra enough time to crawl towards him.

And unfortunately for Halsin, it’s a sight he can no longer ignore. As her chest is practically exposed in full thanks to the angle, the only thing he can think about is touching her. Grabbing her waist and pulling her into his lap so that he can ravish her as thanks. Which is exactly what he does without even realizing it. His body and mind failing to connect until he feels their lips collide, prompting everything inside him to restart, realizing what he’s done.

He’s passed the threshold. Not only that, but he’s fully sprinted through the room too, winding up inside her bed with no desire of stopping once he feels her teeth snagging his bottom lip, playfully pulling the skin with a grin.

“Careful, my dear heart,” he warns her, but all she does is continue. Pushing him past the point of no return in the form of hands caressing his cheeks and a tongue that seamlessly slips through to touch his own.

Which prompts him to flip her onto her back. In one quick motion, causing her to wildly laugh and tug his hair, forcing him down to capture her lips. Neither one of them wasting time as he cages her against the mattress.

“See, I knew you were tense.”

Without warning, his hand glides down her side with careful precision. The pads of his fingers applying pressure to all her plushest parts before he inevitably lands on her inner thigh. “Seems you might be as well.”

Rolling her eyes, she gives his hair another tug, demanding more. “You haven’t even touched me yet, how would you know?”

He’s tempted to make fun of her then. To tell her that every waking moment he knows because she’s the most open person he’s ever met, but then he sees the way she’s looking at him. So desperately needy and tired of waiting. So completely set on what’s to come that all he can do is hum and pry his fingers from her thigh to push her skirt out of the way.

“Would you like me to touch you?”

And for once, she’s speechless. The words failing to exit her mouth as Halsin draws a long line across the fabric laid over her cunt. The edge of his knuckle pressing against her clothed clit, refusing to move until she nods her head. An action so simple, yet impactful that despite every part of his mind screaming at him to stop —to focus on what he came here to do instead of falling further into the loving palm of this beautiful woman— he refuses. Instead, guiding his hands to respectively brush her underwear to the side, feeling the heated flesh of her pleasure practically gush in his hands.

“More… please.”

Her voice is just as breathless as his lungs. As he runs his knuckles up and down her folds, gently burrowing the bones into her crevice, he can’t help but grin. Knowing that with just the touch of his hand, he’s somehow able to bring forth something new within her. Something needy and wild —a visceral wine escaping once he uncurls his hand, tentatively pushing a finger inside.

“Tense as ever, my dear heart,” he practically whispers, leaning down to kiss her face. Pressing his lips to her cheek, then her chin, stopping at the top edge of her neck to take a deep breath. “Why I can barely get a finger in without you clenching those walls of yours.”

In response, she twitches around him. Unable to deny his claims, he can feel her give in. The pulse of her cunt wetting his fingers. The way it practically sucks him in as he proceeds to slip another one in at the same time he nips her neck with his teeth.

“So smug, aren’t you?”

Suckling the wound, he grins against her before pulling back to look at his work. To see the warmth of her cheeks spread down to the base of her chest. The heat from his curious fingers eliciting more of a response than he intended to receive.

“Not smug. Proud.”

“Proud?” She lets out a laugh, bucking up her hips when he begins to slowly pump in and out, testing the waters further.

“Proud to call you mine for the evening,” he explains, his free hand rising to grip her chin so that he can brush a finger across her lower lip. “Also, proud to know that I can render you speechless with just a touch of my hand.”

“You should be pro—oh fuck.”

His thumb circles her clit as he chuckles, watching her head fall back. The red tone of her hair resembling a fiery halo sprawled out across the wrinkled bed sheets beneath them. “Sorry, were you saying something, my love?”

He can feel her defiance through the tenseness of her muscles. Both beneath and around his fingers. Every part of her threatens to retaliate until she feels his hand lace carefully around her throat, the pressure of his fingers stopping her in her tracks.

Which only spurs him on further. Feeling the submission she offers in response to one measly touch, it’s as if every thought he’s ever had about waiting is gone. The mere idea of it exiting his mind once he begins lowering himself down, staring at her curious eyes until they vanish behind the fabric of her skirt and all he sees is her cunt.

Swollen and dripping, it’s a sight that has him feeling ravenous. A hunger so foul stirring in his stomach that he fails to wait for permission, prompting him to practically rip the fabric from her hips and dive in.

And almost immediately, another groan slips out of him. The sound reverberating off her flesh in a way that has her bucking up again, taking back control. Forcing him to work that much harder as he grabs her hips, locking her in place. Prodding her folds with his eager tongue —playfully nipping her skin in between to tease and extend her pleasure.

He can tell she hates it. Or rather, hates the patience he’s thrust upon her as he builds her up only to stop and pull away, heavily breathing against her entrance as a way to further taunt her.

“You’re a —you’re a sick bastard, Halsin, whatever your last name is… I can’t remember right now.”

He chuckles against her clit before taking it in his mouth, suckling the flesh as he eventually pushes two fingers inside again, feeling her tense. Noticing the immediate build he’s once again provided when she begins to heavily breathe and lace her fingers in his hair, begging him not to stop. To please, never stop.

So, he doesn’t. Even when she’s shaking beneath him, every muscle in her body releasing the pleasure she desperately sought to gain from him, he continues. Brutalizing every part of her cunt with languid, pressurized licks and greedy fingers that pump and curl. His body providing whatever stimulations she requires and more until they’re both spent on the bed, heaving out breaths neither of them has enough energy to gain as he slowly crawls up to rest on her plush stomach, smiling at the way her eyes narrow in false annoyance.

“I’m almost mad at the fact that you’re good at that.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s gonna make waiting for that cock of yours an absolute living hell. I can already tell.”

[daughter-lilith]

I really wish I could tell Halsin more than just "I live in mortal fear of Krakens" because actually🤓☝️, I don't! My Tavs don't and neither does my Durge. But it's either that or leave him hanging by telling him nothing at all.

They really should've listed more "fun facts" to choose from. Let me build on my Tav's background, please.

[purgetrooperfox]

I'm all for bloodpact as a ship. I agree that they're an excellent fit and unbelievably complimentary and they could actually be so good for each other. their potential is boundless. do you see their in game interactions? do you hear the way they talk about each other? amazing

now hear me out

bloodpact where wyll is more than just astarion's emotional crutch and moral support 🥰

[manicpixie-tieflingboyfriend]

It fucking happened again, I can't get back to sleep cause my brain is bullying me so here's some trash thots about Rolan since I can't get him out of my head now

Aight so I see a lot of like tiefling bachelor trio stuff with Rolan but, BUT, consider everyone's favorite bear (I'm always considering him)

I wouldn't say solo, because I just don't think they'd have the dynamic for it solo

B U T

add in tav as a buffer

tav who is so sweet and a little annoying and can manage to tame down the angry cat devil boy and we're got Halsin and Tav the brat taming duo ready to make the poor wizard turn into a whimpery whiny mess

we all already know Halsin has the head game to end them all so imagine

Rolan in Tav's arms, getting sweet little kisses to his horns, Tav's fingers in his hair, getting petted and complimented and told he's being such a good boy, all while Halsin goes down on him, slow and unhurried, pacing himself with all of Tav's touches so that Rolan gets to that sweet, sweet build up.

Eventually Rolan is begging, eyes wet with tears cause they're absolutely toying with him, wanting more, but Tav is the one in charge here. They ask Halsin to switch spots because Rolan isn't ready to kiss anyone but Tav yet (he thinks that's special and Tav indulges him), and the poor baby needs to be kissed

So big comfy Halsin holds onto Rolan, and like the cat he is Rolan leans into the heat of his body while Tav kisses him, just as slow as Halsin had been going down on him. Tav's hands are everywhere, they don't neglect Halsin either, even if Rolan does grumble and complain when Tav's hands slip away to brush against Halsin's waist or hips. he doesn't complain long because the touch always earn them a low, rumbling groan from the bear and Rolan really likes that sound cause it activates his prey instinct, he likes to feel a little scared

Tav then makes their way back to where Halsin had been, and while they might not have the same skill or technique, they go down on Rolan with roaring enthusiasm and he immediately melts. It doesn't help that Halsin's hands cover his entire waist while he's holding him still, and it really doesn't help when Tav has Halsin spread his legs, one big hand on each thigh and posing him like a dainty little whore while Tav goes to town on him

After Tav and Halsin have both had their meal and Rolan is sobbing and begging they finally have mercy on him and dp him until he's a drooling, yowling, sobbing mess, scratch marks all over Halsin's shoulders and chest because they forced him to turn around for this part. Tav's hand in on his chin, his jaw, settles onto his throat where they squeeze a few times just to hear Rolan gasp for air between sobs. Everything is so slow too, no urgency, and he hate it, he hates that he loves it, being spread open and pressed between warm bodies, watching Tav and Halsin kiss as they fuck him, sharing his taste between the two of them

Rolan ends up climaxing like six times, starts feeling overstimulated after the second one because of all the oral edging, so the other four are delirious, fucked out, drool and tears climaxes that have him feeling like goo

Then he gets the best fucking aftercare of his life and twenty-four hour cuddles, gets a bath with Tav, Halsin makes all three meals, he gets hand fed and so many kisses, he even lets Halsin give him a few, and they eventually all take the biggest, warmest, cuddliest nap ever

[mirabai0821]

WIP: Blood and Honey CH 1

Pairings: F!Tav / Astarion Tags: Mentions of pet death, blood sucking Word Count: 2.9K Summary: Tav assembles the party and will not stop lying to them. Unfortunately for her, a vampire can see right through her.

Her first lie had been her name.

“You may call me Tav,” she answered when asked. Most didn’t notice the important distinction. Karlach, Wyll, Shadowheart, and Gale accepted her evasive bit of wordplay with no problem. Astarion, however, pounced upon it immediately. 

“‘You may call me Tav,’” he repeated back to her that day on the beach. His voice dripped with suspicion, disdain, and the barely restrained glee of someone delighted that they had been clever enough to notice something others did not.  

“That is what I may call you. Well that just implies there are other things you’re called then, doesn’t it darling?” 

She did not clarify, filing the interaction right next to the moment before when he pulled a knife on her. This was someone to watch, to withhold from trust no matter their shared circumstances and entwined fates.

But, her eyes and her heart softened a bit as, even though she did not clarify, he also did not press. I know you have a secret, those red-wine eyes seemed to tell her as the wreckage of the nautiloid smoldered behind them, but I will not do you the dishonor of making you reveal it. So long as you do not make me reveal mine.

Her second lie had been her profession. 

She said she was a bard but she wasn’t very good at it. She knew some spells of a bard’s repertoire, but could barely swing simple weapons. Indeed, she even had the talent of a great singer, perhaps one of the best in the Sword Coast, but she hadn’t performed in over a decade, and wasn’t planning on taking the stage any time soon. Instead, she hummed while plucking her lute and strumming her lyre while muddling along flinging the cantrips of a sorcerer with barely enough skill to fend off the average highwayman.

Her third lie, the worst of them, was to herself.

“Are you alright Tav? I think I heard you crying last night.” Gale, the kindly wizard, asked on the morning of their second day as almost-mind flayers.

That first night at camp had been miserable. She found a Githyanki warrior, a Waterdhavian wizard, a swashbuckling warlock, a fiery barbarian, a disreputable rogue, and a cagey cleric – all saddled with the same affliction. Managing to assemble such a motley crew united in the singular purpose of saving all their lives should have given her some measure of comfort. But she felt nothing except the sucking, gasping, yawning void of emptiness. 

Tav would give anything to have him back. Wrap up all of the little gifts of her life – her voice, her uncanny talent for lyrics, her prized lute, and equally prized lyre – and return them to their various senders if it meant another lifetime with her beloved dog Kanid. But such things could never be, not even with the talent of necromancy. You’d need a corpse for that and she didn’t have one. 

His loss was still so fresh and so utterly disorienting that when she laid down at camp that first night, curling into a little ball, she made space for him to fit in the gap. Like she expected him to suddenly appear and sleep within her arms as he had done every night in his 13 years.

Oh Kanid was a precious little thing. Reaching no higher than her calves and about twice as long. He looked more like a warm loaf of bread with ears than any pet. He often resembled one too, lounging in the sun with his stubby little legs sticking straight out behind him giving his butt the distinct appearance of a heel of bread fresh-cut from the loaf. 

He was the only creature alive or even dead who knew all of what she was and loved her anyway. No other being, not her mother, father, sister, or any of her half a handful of former lovers could boast the same.

But Kanid knew her. Seen her at her very worst and her very best and somehow knew those moments were often reversed. Covered in blood or with a song on her tongue he loved her. 

And she would never be so wholly loved again.

Even if she somehow survived the parasite making a nest in her brain matter.

The realization crept up her infernally blessed body, sinking deep into her clay-red flesh until everything from the hard, bony tips of her horns or the twitchy rounded point of her tail ached with grief.

That first night she sobbed till sunrise.

“Crying? I don’t remember crying,” she lied to Gale before muddling her falsehood with a bit of truth. “Probably was just having a nightmare.”

**

As the days stretched to weeks and as her new companions fretted over goblins, druid groves, “kreshes”, bog witches, civil war between the adherents of Vlaakith and Shar, and the intangible menace of “ceremorphosis”, Tav thoughts remained firmly with Kanid. 

Then a scruffy white mutt crossed their path.

“Tav, darling, I don’t think our camp has the room or the inclination…”

Tav ignored Astarion, fussing over the ragged little four-legged thing. He was dirty and thin, the curve of his ribs not too well concealed underneath his shaggy snow-white coat. He seemed well trained though, not that it would have mattered if he wasn’t. Tav would have taken home a half-rabid owlbear if it meant soothing even a fraction of her wounded heart.

“I bet you haven’t eaten in a tenday. What have I got? What would you like, hm? A sweatmeat perhaps? A hunk of cheese? Whatever you want, name it and it’s yours.”

She went rooting in her backpack searching for an appropriate treat. Finding none she turned to Astarion and stuck out her open hand like an imperious beggar. “You’ve got meat in there.” 

It wasn’t a question, more like a command that brooked no protest. Astarion sighed and handed her a sausage as long as his forearm.

“That was dinner!” Complained Gale.

“Yes!” Tav agreed cheerfully. “Just not yours!”

Though it was barely mid-day, Tav called off the search for the goblin encampment and the druid held hostage therein. She scooped up the dog, named Scratch by his collar, and carried him all the way back to camp, cooing and humming as she went.

“My dog, so sweet, your eyes astute. You bark, you bite, I boop your snoot.” 

She giggled at her improvised couplet while Scratch permitted her intrusive fussing with blissful incoherence, his tongue lolled out in a happy pant. Tav repeated her ditty the whole way back, each time with different flourishes and flavor, sharps and flats rising and falling in concert with the gentle, rolling hills of the Sword Coast. 

Astarion watched her, the very picture of annoyance, his otherwise pristine, alabaster face beset with the soft, shallow wrinkles of his frown. It wasn’t  that her blatherings were annoying, it was the fact they were not. Her voice enticed him with an unnameable, ethereal sweetness that made even the birds stop and listen.

“My dog, so sweet, so white, so cute. You eat, you play, your poop, I scoop!”

He listened too.

**

Never one to turn down an easy meal, that night, he went looking for the mongrel, brandishing another limb-length sausage to tempt the creature.

He stalked the camp, “Here Scratch, here Scratchy boy.” 

The vampling had to be cautious. He had managed to keep his peculiar, dietary restrictions let’s call them, a secret, and knew upon (or, more likely, off with) his head be it, if anyone, especially that githyanki shrew, found out. 

He found the mutt curled contentedly at his new mistress's feet. Wiggling the cured meat in its face, Scratch’s ears perked and he gave Astarion a dopey, trusting look as if to say, “More? For me?”

“Yes, you flea-bitten pile of intestinal worms, for you, now come!” He ground out, careful not to wake Tav.

Scratch unfurled himself and followed happily before black talon tipped hand closed itself around Astarion’s wrist like a vice.

“What are you doing with my dog?”

Astarion had the measure of each member of camp ranked according to how easily he could take them in a fight. At the top of the list was Lae’zel and the barbarian. He’d rather chew his own fingers off than face either of them. In the middle sat Wyll, the charming little warlock, and the Sharran – not easy but not difficult, fights he could win at moderate cost. Near the end of the list was Gale. He could stab that man bloodless before he could get his far-too-nice-to-grace-those-feet boots on.

And at the very bottom was Tav. She was a natural leader, yes, but a capable fighter? Ha! Corpses were more threatening than her since those, at least, could still harm through disease.

But from the way she gripped his wrist, he was considering shuffling the leaderboard a bit.

“I…I was…”

Tav shifted off her bedroll, fire burning in her hell-touched eyes. “You were going to eat him weren’t you?!”

“Wh-what an absurd idea! And quite offensive at that. Do I look like the type to stalk around draining the local fauna bloodless? Really now!” He feigned ignorance, but she didn’t buy it.

Her grip tightened and though he no longer had a blood-pumping heart, he could feel his hand start to throb.

“That boar, near the swamp…that was you!”

Astarion gawped. He had been so careful. How?

Well, the game was the game and this time, at least, he had been outplayed.

Caught out figuratively and literally Astarion relented. “Alright fine, yes I wanted to eat the dog. Well, not literally anyway.”

Tav kept her grip and her gaze tightly on him. The heat of her black-sclerea’d hellfire eyes started to feel distinctly uncomfortable, like the first rays of dawnlight after a long night out hunting for Cazador’s next meal.

“Not him, never him, do you hear me?” Tav’s voice dropped low, not menacing but melancholy. Astarion was mildly shocked that she didn’t seem to mind there was a vampire in their midst, more preoccupied with what he ate and now how.

Astarion relented, giving up the night’s easy meal was an inconsequential price to pay for such uncharacteristic open-mindedness. Had it been Lae’zel who discovered him, Astarion shuddered at the thought.

“Fine, not the mutt.”

“Promise me.” Her voice took on a desperate edge that made Astarion even more uncomfortable.

“I promise, I promise! Now let me go.”

Her gaze lingered on him for a heartbeat before she released him. Astarion shook out his hand, noticing the deep imprint of her fingers in his flesh. “Good gods, all that for a dog?”

She broke her stare, casting it into the dirt. “He’s worth more.”

For a moment he wasn’t sure if she was speaking to him or to something beyond him, something that couldn’t hear her anymore. “Thank you,” she said softly.

Astarion groaned. “Whatever, see you at sunup I guess, now that you’ve ruined a quick dinner.”

“No, wait.” 

Tav shuffled her nightshirt undoing the strings at her collar. The loosened fabric revealed a tender, juicy looking neck the color of deep red clay earth kissed by a healthy rainfall. Her flesh was ridged with the tell-tale scarification marks of tieflings, up each wing of her collar bones and down the meridian of her body between the valley of her breasts. He couldn’t see beyond their first initial swell but…gods, he wanted to. 

The tadpole granted him many new things, protection from sunlight and Cazdor’s will primary among them. But he wondered if the tadpole cured afflictions psychological as well as physical. He hadn’t yet tested that hypothesis, no time and no participants. She’d be his first, he decided. Not now, he needed a plan first, but…soon.

“Nothing comes for free,” Tav said, craning her neck to reveal a delectable swath of flesh from pointed ear to rounded shoulder. “You gave me a promise, I give you a meal.”

“You’re…offering yourself?” 

Revulsion flashed across his face. More than once in his un-life he encountered vampire fetishists who were a bit too enthusiastic about the whole biting business. Cazador kept a few around the house as slaves, eager to do the most menial tasks if it meant immortality. His master never rewarded them though, stringing them bloodlessly along at the point of his canine while Astarion was, of course, never allowed to sample the goods. He was disgusted by the very idea that free mortals debased themselves for a chance at vampirism while he, the vampire, yearned every day for the freedom of his mortal life.

“Nothing more than tit for tat,” Tav answered simply. “If it keeps your fangs out of the dog, I’m more than happy to sub in.”

“Do you mean it?” This felt like a mean-spirited trick, punishment for threatening the animal. She had been so equanimous about all this vampire business already. Surely there was a limit to her tolerance?

“Of course,” she said sincerely. “Everybody eats. We didn’t hunt for our dinner tonight, why should you?”

Astarion pressed his unfathomable good fortune to the point he was sure would break it.

“Do you still mean it if I tell you I’ve never sampled a thinking creature? That I’ve only feasted on animals and then until they were drained dry and dead?”

Tav looked at him with a wide-eyed terror and swallowed thickly.

But still, she nodded.

Astarion knelt in the dirt beside her, doing his best to suppress his drool. She smelled delicious, scented with some kind of sweet vanilla fragrance he could not place. Tav stared nervously into the middle distance, tail twitching anxiously, unwilling to even look at Astarion the way a skittish patient has to look away from the doctor before a shot. 

“Will it hurt?”

Something small and precious bled inside his chest. Her question made her seem so small though her actual size engulfed his own by at least a few inches in both directions. He almost felt guilty taking from her like this, like he meant to deceive her, engaged in some artifice that he would later use to break her heart. Worryingly still, he didn’t want to…break her heart, that is. He had no qualms about drinking from her. He was hungry and it was her fault.

“Oh darling, It might sting a bit,” he admitted. “But I promise, it won’t hurt for long. Now, lean back for me.”

He was bone-meltingly tender as he took her in his arms, grave cool hands on each side of her face guiding her.

“Yes, like that,” he murmured just before the bite. 

Tav flinched and hissed and swallowed down the rising, panic-tinged urge to fight him off. She promised him. She promised him. She wrenched her eyes shut and balled her fists, breath coming in sporadic gasps until warm bliss flooded her veins.

Gods, she was glorious. Her blood burst into his mouth like a ripe berry split between his teeth at a harvestime feast. He groaned, ruined for all other sustenance. And as he supped, his mind grew cold and calculating. This would not last, her generosity, something so sweet and good never did for him. 

He would need to find a way to make it.

Astarion pushed those thoughts away for the moment, lest he get lost and take too much. Every muscle in her body relaxed and she sagged into his embrace, taking on the telltale lethargy of a vampire’s victim. It would be so easy to just keep taking. She was so good, the vanilla of her scent somehow flavored her blood. It was divine.

“P-please,” she called weakly and Astarion pulled away sharply, her sweet blood trickling down the angles of her collarbones, overwhelming him with the urge to lick.

But not the blood.

Sated by her blood, he was surprised to find he desired the taste of the flesh that housed it. He caught himself staring at her, trying to tease her apart to understand just what it was that made him forget himself so.

“All done?” she asked woozily.

“Yes, darling.”

“Get enough?”

He had an answer ready, but something from somewhere long dead beat out the lie before it could leave his mouth.

“If I didn’t, would you let me have more?”

She nodded, laying back down to her bedroll. “Mmhmm, everybody eats.”

He chuckled good-naturedly, a first of that particular flavor since the Nautiloid. “Well, I’ve eaten my fill tonight. Now rest.”

“Mm-not gonna turn am I?”

“That’s not how this works, darling. But if you did,” he felt exposed, betrayed again by errant thoughts slipping out from between the bars of his teeth before he could snap them shut. “Would it be so terrible?” 

“No,” she answered sleepily, easily, and his undead heart twisted uncomfortably in his chest. “But only if you promise to show me the ropes.” “Well, sweetheart," he cooed, biting back the discomfort with charm poisoned with insincerity. "Should you ever find yourself in that lamentable situation, I promise to teach you everything I know.”

“Promise?”

“Of course, darling.”

Her half-lidded eyes suddenly snapped open, fixing him with a fiery gaze that did not burn but warmed. “When you make a promise, you gotta keep it alright?”

Astarion nodded, but only to acknowledge the sentiment not agree to it. Though Tav, bloodless as she was, would not be able to intuit the difference. Pacified, her eyes slipped closed again.

“Not the dog.”

“Not the dog,” he affirmed. 

“Good night, Astarion.”

But he was already gone.

END

Author's Note: Hello, starving masses of the Tavalstarion fandom. I have come to feed you. A word of warning: this is a WIP and I do not mean to regularly post this fic until it is done. But! I am a kind and gentle mistress who will, during fits of pique, post a snippet of a chapter here and there in random order.

Fortunately for you, I already have! If you've enjoyed The Old Bear's Still Got It or Confession? Go See A Priest (and I know you have, I can see the notes go up) then hopefully you'll also enjoy the larger context in which those were written. Enjoy!

[daughter-lilith]

Thing is you can make his fears come true, sort of. If you have the ending where Lae'zel stays in Faerun, she'll ask if you'd like to join her in some assault against one of Vlaakith's strongholds, and you have the option to agree.

I usually agree just to see what would happen and Lae'zel is excited about it. But then there's no dialogue to tell Halsin about any of this. So yeah, our sweet, vulnerable Halsin could've gotten some uneasy news. In his mind he probably would've seen it as a split, but in Tav's mind it might've been like no, I'll be right back lol. But I guess the writing spares him from that reality, at least for the night.

Halsin's solomanced epilogue devastates me without fail EVERY TIME.

He thought it would be a mistake to go. He was certain that you, connecting with your old friends, would realize you were absolutely miserable with him at the commune, and you would leave. For the first time in his life, Halsin didn't want to roam anymore- he wanted to stay somewhere safe and comforting, and that included you. But he was sure coming was going to change all of that and make you leave him.

But he still went, partly because he missed your friends so much, and partly because he knew, if that was the case, he still needed to let you discover that. That once again, he couldn't "hoard you to himself" and be selfish. So he went, certain that any moment, you'd return to him and say it was over, and you'd found a new adventure to start without him.

It kills me that he doesn't even try to stop you! He lays out his concerns, so vulnerable but so matter-of-fact. Knowing it isn't his place to change your mind.

"You could have done anything. Gone with anyone. Yet you chose me." There's just so much... unspoken pain and confusion in that statement. He doesn't understand how or why you could have chosen him above anyone else. And for that reason alone, his own inability to see how special he is (ironic coming from the one who tells YOU back in your romance scene together that you are too modest, not realizing how special YOU are) he is certain you're about to leave him, but unlike in the act 3 romance scene where he's sure you're about to leave him for accidentally wildshaping, there's no frantically-stammered excuses. Just heartbroken acceptance.

And then, when you reassure him that of course you're staying, of course you're happy with him?

"I am still expecting to... stir from the dream."

"Forgive me. This past while has been so idyllic that I almost fear something must go wrong."

Which is a sign that on top of his insecurities and abandonment issues, this man very much does have trauma/PTSD. Because people with trauma? They're really good at living through a crisis, and really bad at NOT being in one. How do you function when there's nothing to fix? Nothing going wrong? No fires to put out? Too much quiet makes the noise inside of you louder, and that's harder to ignore than external noise. So when that happens, you start worrying about what must be about to go wrong- and for Halsin, that was losing you. He was so sure that his happiness was going to be fleeting at best that he convinced himself that you were only going to be a part of it so long as you weren't reminded of how much you loved adventuring with your friends, that the instant you remembered what the alternatives to him were, you'd take them.

It breaks my damn heart, and it makes me so happy you get to promise him that he is exactly what you want, no more and no less.

[moonselune]

Okkayy I was wondering if I could rq dark au? Like. A genuine moment between the lot. Or maybe something like a Stockholm thing going on for them? I think that'd be interesting.

Also a question abt it! If there were Wyll one (not saying for you to add any ofc) what would you think it would be? Since he doesn't have a bad ending and everything.

i love love love this, so interesting to think what the reader would fall for, how they would let that guard down and I'll post a little explanation of where I was coming from for each character.

And I have had a lot of asks about Wyll, and I find it really difficult to picture it because he doesn't have a bad ending and despite all that he has been through he always strives to be good. I have tried to think of an evil Wyll and I have not had nor come across an idea that I can get behind - that being said if people want to pitch it to me, have at it x

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Dark!BG3 | With Sincerity

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For: Conqueror!Minthara, MotherSuperior!Shadowheart, God!Gale, Ascended!Astarion, Naturist!Halsin

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CW: Controlling, manipulation, coercion, forced memory loss, they are still bad people lmao

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Uh oh! They are breaking down your walls and a part of you is vulnerable

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Conqueror Minthara:

The courtyard was alive with the sound of clashing weapons and sharp commands. Minthara's nieces moved with an impressive precision under her watchful eye, their small frames mirroring the grace and ruthlessness of their aunt. You stood in the shadow of an archway, unable to tear your gaze away from the scene before you.

Minthara was a vision of deadly elegance, her every movement purposeful and fluid as she demonstrated techniques to her eager students. Her hair, as white as fresh snow, caught the sunlight, and her eyes—so piercing and determined—flashed with an intensity that had once captivated you. You watched as she corrected their stances, her voice firm but not unkind. There was a harshness in her training, but beneath it lay a deep fondness, a protective instinct that she couldn't quite hide.

A pang of nostalgia hit you. You remembered the early days of your love, how you had fallen for her strength, her unyielding resolve. Minthara had always been a formidable warrior, but it was her rare moments of tenderness, the way she cared for her family, that had truly won your heart. You had married her not just for who she was, but for who she became when she was with you.

Lost in your reverie, you didn't notice Minthara approaching until she was right in front of you, her presence commanding your attention. She tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Enjoying the show?" she asked, her tone teasing but not unkind.

Without thinking, you found yourself leaning in, your lips meeting hers in a kiss that felt both natural and inevitable. For a moment, the world fell away, and it was just the two of you, connected in a way that transcended time and distance. Her lips were soft yet insistent, and the familiarity of her touch stirred something deep within you.

Reality crashed back in, and you pulled away abruptly, your heart pounding.

"I-I’m I-" you stammered, stepping back, your face flushing with embarrassment. "That was… I didn't mean to…"

Minthara's smirk was confident, almost smug. "It's alright," she said, her voice low and knowing. "I knew you would come back around to me eventually."

You shook your head, trying to regain your composure. "It was just a momentary lapse of sanity," you muttered, trying to brush off the intensity of what had just happened. "Don't read too much into it."

Turning on your heel, you walked away, your thoughts a chaotic mess. You were supposed to hate her, to resent what she had become. Yet, the kiss had felt like coming home, a reminder of the love that had once defined your life.

As you glanced back over your shoulder, you saw Minthara still standing there, a satisfied smile on her lips. She had always been confident, always sure of her place in your heart. And despite your best efforts to deny it, a part of you wondered if she was right.

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Mother Superior Shadowheart:

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. You lay in the lavish bed, the silk sheets cool against your skin. Shadowheart was next to you, her presence a mixture of comfort and control. For so long, your moments of lucidity had been frantic and panicked, each one a desperate attempt to cling to the truth before she stole it away again.

But tonight felt different. The usual haze in your mind was less oppressive, the usual fog that clouded your thoughts seemed to lift slightly. You felt a rare clarity, a sense of calm that you hadn't experienced in what felt like an eternity. You looked at Shadowheart, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, her eyes closed in peaceful repose.

Without the usual panic, you found yourself studying her features—the soft curve of her lips, the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She looked serene, almost vulnerable in sleep. You realized how deeply you had once loved her, how she had been your world before the darkness had consumed her.

You felt an overwhelming urge to be close to her, not out of fear or desperation, but out of a genuine desire for connection. You shifted slightly, curling into her, and she stirred, her eyes fluttering open.

"You're awake," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

"Yes," you replied softly, your voice steady. "I… I feel different tonight. Not scared. Just… here."

She studied you, a flicker of surprise crossing her features, she could always tell when you were lucid and was always to prepared to seize that moment and crush it in her hands. "You don't feel panicked?"

You shook your head. "No. I feel… content. More at ease than I have in a long time."

A hint of a smile touched her lips, but it was cautious, as if she were afraid to believe it. "That's good," she said slowly. "Maybe it's the calm before the storm."

"No," you said, more firmly this time. "It's not. It's real. I want you to stay. Please."

Shadowheart's eyes widened slightly, genuine shock evident in her expression. For a moment, she didn't move, as if unsure how to respond. Then, she nodded, her movements careful, almost hesitant. "Alright," she said softly. "I'll stay."

She settled back into the bed, wrapping her arms around you, pulling you close. The warmth of her body, the steady beat of her heart, it all felt so grounding, so real. You buried your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, a mixture of herbs and something uniquely her.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Shadowheart tightened her hold on you, her fingers gently stroking your hair. "For what?" she asked, her voice a mere breath in the quiet room.

"For staying," you replied. "For this moment."

She sighed, a soft, contented sound. "I never wanted to hurt you," she said quietly. "I only wanted to protect you."

"I know," you said, and for the first time, you truly meant it. "I know."

The two of you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside forgotten. The clarity you felt wasn't fleeting or frantic. It was peaceful, a rare gift in the chaos that had become your life. And as you drifted off to sleep, Shadowheart's presence beside you, you held onto that feeling, hoping it would last, knowing that for tonight, at least, it was enough.

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God of Ambition Gale:

The ethereal glow of Gale's realm was a constant reminder of the divine power he now wielded, a stark contrast to the mortal world you had once known. You and Gale had been watching over a young mortal named Elara, a gifted artist who had been struggling under the oppressive control of her art master. For months, you had observed her from afar, offering subtle guidance and protection as she navigated her difficult path.

Tonight, the culmination of your efforts bore fruit. Elara had finally broken free from her master's tyranny, gathering the courage to leave and start her own journey as an independent artist. You had seen the light of hope and determination in her eyes, and it had filled you with a profound sense of joy and accomplishment.

You and Gale stood together on a celestial balcony, overlooking the shimmering expanse of his realm. The stars above twinkled in celebration, mirroring the elation in your heart. Gale's arm was wrapped around your shoulders, a comforting presence that had grown familiar over time.

"She did it," you whispered, the words filled with awe and happiness. "Elara is finally free."

Gale smiled, his gaze soft as he looked down at you. "She found her strength, thanks to you. Your guidance gave her the courage she needed."

You turned to face him, the weight of the moment sinking in. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt genuinely happy. Tears of joy welled up in your eyes, and you wrapped your arms around Gale, holding him tightly. He returned the embrace, his arms enveloping you in a warm, secure hold.

"It's not just me," you said, your voice muffled against his chest. "You were there too, every step of the way."

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "We make a good team, don't we?"

You nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of your feelings. Instead, you just held him closer, savoring the rare moment of pure happiness. The tension and doubts that had lingered in your heart seemed to melt away in his embrace.

Gale gently pulled back, just enough to look into your eyes. "What is on your mind?" he asked, his voice tender and filled with curiosity.

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "Nothing," you replied softly. "Just… this moment. I want to hold onto it, to remember this feeling forever."

He gazed at you with a mix of understanding and affection, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "We will have many more moments like this," he promised. "This is just the beginning."

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as you savored the warmth and comfort of his presence. "I hope so," you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

For a while, you simply stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the celestial realm around you a silent witness to your shared joy. The stars continued to shine brightly, casting a gentle glow over the two of you. In that moment, everything felt perfect, and you prayed with all your heart that this bliss would last forever.

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Acended Astarion:

The palace corridors echoed with your footsteps as you wandered aimlessly, a sense of ennui settling over you. The grand halls, adorned with opulent decorations and luxurious tapestries, had lost their allure after countless days of aimless exploration. The life of grandeur and power, alongside Astarion, had its moments of excitement, but today, the boredom felt particularly oppressive.

You sighed, turning a corner and heading towards your quarters. As you pushed open the heavy doors, you were greeted by an unexpected sight. The room was filled with fresh flowers, their vibrant colors and fragrant scents instantly lifting your spirits. They were your favorites—roses, lilies, and peonies, arranged in an exquisite display that seemed almost magical. Amidst the floral splendor, a delicate note caught your eye.

With a sense of curiosity, you picked up the note and unfolded it. The elegant handwriting was unmistakably Astarion's.

"Come to the throne room, my love."

A smile crept onto your lips as you tucked the note into your pocket. You made your way through the palace with a renewed sense of excitement, your heart fluttering with anticipation. As you approached the grand doors of the throne room, you could hear the soft strains of music floating through the air.

Pushing open the doors, you were met with a breathtaking sight. The throne room was transformed into a paradise of flowers and enchanted candles. The candles floated gently in the air, casting a warm, golden glow that illuminated the room in a soft, romantic light. The flowers, arranged in intricate patterns, filled the air with their sweet fragrance. In the center of it all stood a small quartet, playing a melodious tune that added to the enchanting atmosphere.

And there, amidst the beauty and magic, stood Astarion. He was dressed in his finest attire, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and affection. As you stepped into the room, he approached you with a graceful elegance that made your heart skip a beat.

"Happy anniversary, my darling," he said, his voice a smooth blend of warmth and seduction.

You felt a rush of emotions—joy, love, and a touch of amazement at the effort he had put into this surprise. Astarion extended his hand to you, a charming smile playing on his lips.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made you feel as though you were the only two people in the world.

Without hesitation, you placed your hand in his, feeling the cool, firm grip of his fingers. He led you to the center of the room, the quartet's music swelling as you began to move in perfect harmony. Astarion's movements were fluid and graceful, guiding you effortlessly across the floor.

The two of you danced, lost in each other's eyes, the world around you fading into a blur of colors and music. As you swayed together, Astarion's gaze softened, and he leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Do you remember our first dance?" he whispered, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

You nodded, your thoughts drifting back to that magical night when you had first fallen for his charm.

"How could I forget?" you replied softly. "It was the night I knew I would be yours forever."

Astarion's smile widened, his eyes glinting with a mix of pride and affection. "And I knew that I would do anything to make you happy," he murmured. "Even if it means filling a throne room with flowers and enchanting candles."

You laughed, the sound light and carefree, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "You've outdone yourself," you said, gazing around the room. "It's perfect."

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as the music slowed. "Only the best for you, my love," he said, his voice a tender caress. "You deserve nothing less."

As the final notes of the music faded away, you found yourself clinging to Astarion, not wanting the moment to end. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. For the first time in a long while, you felt a deep sense of contentment and happiness.

Astarion tilted your chin up, his eyes searching yours. "What's on your mind?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"Nothing," you replied, smiling softly, and it was true you were in that moment completelyy thoughtless, and you relished in it.

Astarion chuckled and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, the touch sending a thrill through you. You closed your eyes, savoring the kiss, the feel of his arms around you, and the love that surrounded you.

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Naturist Halsin:

The foal had been a source of constant worry for you. Rejected by its mother and frail from the start, you had spent countless nights by its side in the stables, nursing it with every ounce of your care and knowledge. The little creature's wide eyes and weak whinnies tugged at your heartstrings, making you more determined to save it.

Despite your best efforts, the foal's condition didn't improve. Its labored breathing and listlessness were heart-wrenching to witness. You fed it warm milk from a bottle, kept it warm with blankets, and whispered soothing words, but nothing seemed to help. Exhaustion weighed heavily on you, and desperation began to creep in.

Finally, with a heavy heart and reluctance, you decided to seek help from Halsin. You knew he had a deep connection with nature and animals, but the thought of turning to him—your captor, the one you were supposed to hate—filled you with conflicting emotions. Yet, the foal's life was more important than your pride.

Finding Halsin in his quarters, you hesitated at the door before knocking softly. He opened it, surprise flickering in his eyes as he saw you standing there, tired and disheveled.

"I need your help," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "The foal… it's not getting better."

Halsin's expression softened, and without a word, he followed you to the stables. Together, you tended to the foal, his hands gentle and confident as he examined the tiny creature. He murmured incantations and applied poultices made from herbs you couldn't identify, his connection to the natural world evident in every movement.

Hours turned into days, and you and Halsin worked side by side, taking turns to watch over the foal, feeding it, and keeping it warm. The nights were long and filled with anxious moments, but slowly, the foal began to show signs of improvement. Its breathing became steadier, and it started to gain strength.

One evening, as the foal nuzzled against your hand with newfound vigor, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. Exhausted and sleep-deprived, you turned to Halsin, a genuine smile spreading across your face.

"Thank you, Halsin," you said, your voice filled with gratitude. Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, the gesture spontaneous and sincere.

Halsin's eyes widened in surprise, and a faint blush colored his cheeks. You quickly pulled back, realizing what you had done. The weight of your situation came crashing down, reminding you that you were still technically a prisoner.

"I'm sorry," you stammered, feeling embarrassed. "I didn't mean to…"

But Halsin shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's alright," he said softly. "You've been through a lot. We both have."

The exhaustion was finally catching up with you, and you swayed on your feet. Halsin reached out to steady you, his touch firm and reassuring. "You need to rest," he said gently.

You pouted, a playful glint in your eyes. "Carry me to bed?" you asked, half-jokingly.

Halsin chuckled, shaking his head. "You're perfectly capable of walking," he teased, but there was warmth in his eyes.

You let out an exaggerated sigh and pouted even more. "Please? I'm too tired to walk."

With a fond smile, Halsin finally relented. He scooped you up in his strong arms, carrying you with ease. You nestled against his chest, feeling safe and cared for in a way you hadn't expected. As he carried you to your quarters, you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of contentment, despite the complexities of your relationship.

He laid you gently on the bed, tucking the blankets around you. "Rest now," he said softly.

You smiled up at him, your eyes heavy with sleep. "Thank you, Halsin," you whispered, before drifting off into a peaceful slumber, knowing that for now, everything was alright.

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Okay okay so here is my viewpoint for each reader opinion of course please project your own on why they had this moment and I would love to hear your thoughts as well down below !

Minthara - I imagine reader fell for Minthara because of her determination her drive, and Minthara training her nieces shows that but also the softer side that only reader would have seen. So everyone would be seeing Minthara as just being cutthroat and ruthless with her nieces but reader sees it as Minthara training them so that they survive because she cares for them, dearly. That's what causes reader's heart to open and get that impulse to kiss her.

Shadowheart - So I imagined reader having these frantic episodes, lashing out at shadowheart having a meltdown till shadowheart removes her memories again and you calm down and the cycle continues. So eventually, you get a lucid moment and instead of being panicked, you are just exhausted and tired and as you watch her you are just seeking comfort, need comfort. Hence her asking shadowheart to stay.

Gale - Gale's reasoning is pretty short, because reader is immortal and just needs a win at that point and gets caught up in it when she finally gets that W.

Astarion - I see reader as being so bored snd helpless and when Astarion woos her in this way that seems so genuine, has so much emotion attached to it, you have to let your heart fall for it. You just have to.

Halsin - So with this reader I see them throwing themselves into caring for animals to distract themselves from their situation and they pour so much love and attachment into this foal because really they see themselves in it. The foal has been rejected from it's family, reader has been ejected from theirs. The foal is ill and struggling, confined to the stables, reader is mentally unwell and confined to Halsin's grove. When reader sees the foal has no way out apart from death they cannot handle that so they turn to Halsin who they know will be able to help the foal. Much like how reader cannot handle that their only way out is death, so subconciousluy they lean on Halsin. Survival instincts babyyyyyyyy

Anyway hope you guys enjoyed it and the little breakdown of it, and I would love to hear your thoughts below - Seluney xox

[margoisthemoon2]

Halsin x Astarion x Afab reader // Headcanon story

~~~ AFAB Reader is in a poly relation with these two. This takes place after BG3 is over. Both SFW and NSFW. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI ~~~

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* The three of you got a cabin together. Away from the bustling town. Corn and wheat crops semi hide your comfy home. Behind it sits a large forest. Mainly only accessible by the road. Astarion, Halsin and You make due to live and go by your day peacefully. The three of you share an XL bed. With the money you three saved up to get it custom made to fit you guys but mainly Halsin large size.

* In the winter Astarion keeps you company inside while Halsin goes out hunting for the two of you. Sitting close to the fire and wrapped in a thick blanket. When the fire starts dying astarion goes out to get more wood. Eventually Halsin arrives with a deer or a few rabbits to cook. Maybe even fish if there is a part of the river that hasnt frozen over completely.

* In the summer/spring astarion leaves at night to feed every few days. Halsin helps prepare dinner and clean around the house. You suddenly rush outside, throwing up in a bush. Youre pregnant.

* Its late winter. Halsin runs into town to fetch a midwife. Youre grabbing onto a chair screaming in pain as astarion holds your hand and rubs your back “where the hell is he” he says grittily looking at the door. “Come you must get into the bed” he says helping you walk

* “Push mother. I need you to push one more time” the midwife says. You strain and scream as you push again. “Grab me the hot towel quickly” the midwife yells. Astarion holds your hand and Halsin jumps up and run to grab the towel that was prepared for you. Soon cries filled the room. “Its-its a girl” the midwife says cleaning and wrapping the newborn in the towel and handing you her. “What should we name her?” Halsin asks “Astaria of course” Astarion says “we are not naming the baby after you!!” You say “Her name will be Meridith” you say kissing her temple “What a lovely name my heart” Halsin says.

* Its been 3mths since the birth of your baby girl. Astarion has left for the night to go feed. Halsin walks in from taking down the clothes that was washed earlier. He walks over to you town as you just got done feeding her. Gently he takes her from you into his arms and rocks her until she is fast asleep. He brings her to the crib that he carved and lays her in bed. You watch them as he lays her down and kisses her cheek. You smile. He walks around and behind you. “We made that” he says hugging you. You hum. He starts kissing your neck. Moving his hands to your waist “no. Not here” you say “yes here” he replies grabbing you harder and pushing your hips into him fully. You can feel his hard on as you turn around and wrap your arms around his neck kissing him back. He picks you up and carry you to the bed.

* Halsin went hunting for the day. Astarion is reading a book and Meridith is napping in front of the fire. You walk over to him. He leans his book down looking at you. “Yes my flower? Looking for a cuddle?” He says putting his book away and leaning back onto his arms “no” you say getting on the bed and straddling him. You lean down kissing him. “Oh i like where this is going” he says wrapping an arm around your waist. The kissing gets more and more heated. Soon youre rocking your hips onto him. “Ah i cant take this” astarion flips you two over with him on top of you. “We are about to have alot of fun” he says smirking

* Its been 4yrs. Meridith adores the three of you. Even differentiate you all as parents, papa is Astarion, daddy is Helsin and ofc Mama is you. Its the afternoon. Meridith is at school and the three of you have the home to yourselves for now. Youre washing dishes. Soon you feel a large presence behind you, its halsin. He roughly grabs your hips and you feel kisses along your neck and soon back. You moan a little. “Come here to me” he says grinding his hips against you. Feeling his hard on through his pants. You feel your skirt being lifted up and warm hands on your thighs. Soon he slips into your underwear. His thick fingers plays with your clit before he dives in. Pumping in and out of you. Your wetness making it super easily to slip out. A second and then third finger was added. Your moans getting louder. He removes then and a loud tear was heard. The cool air hits your cunt. You hear him grunt and then felt lips onto your sweetness. You grip the counter top and he licks and sucks at your heat. You gasp as you try to close your legs but halsins strength hold them open. Youre cumming. You hear him gulp as he drinks every ounce of you. “Gods youre delicious” he says, behind you hear him as he removes his clothing. “Prepare yourself” he says before diving into you, over and over again he plunges into you. The slapping of skin against skin fills the room. Both of you grunting and moaning. The door opens and walks in astarion. “Oh what a show” he says undoing his pants and begins stroking himself. You moan not even noticing astarion has entered. You felt your arms being grabbed and you being lifted off the counter and moved around. You open your eyes to see a dick in front of you. “Go on now. Give it a suck” astarion says gently slapping your face with his hard on. In your daze you take all of him in your mouth. Sucking with the help of halsin pounding from behind. You feel hands on your head and breasts. “Gods fuck im close” halsin says “Me too. Shes amazing” Astarion says grunting. Above you astarion and helsin lock eyes and both leans over. They start making out helsing starts pounding you harder than ever. Your muffled moans are more louder “Ah fuck!!” Halsin says grabbing your hips tighter as he gives two more pounds before burying himself into you. You can feel his hot cum cover your walls and start to leak out of you. Eventually he pulls out. “Fuck, fuck, shit” astarion gasps as he cums in your mouth you swallow every last bit of him. He pulls out.

* Too weak to hold yourself up you drop to the floor. Quivering you catch your breath and come down from your high. “Ill go run us a bath my sweets” halsin says. Cleaning himself up and walking away. Astarion removes the rest of your clothes. Halsin returns and picks you up in his arms. Carrying you to the hot bath. “If you wasnt pregnant before. You sure are now” he chuckles “Ill be joining you two in there” astarion says behind you both as the bathroom door closes.

[gremlin-girly]

Flufftober 2024 Masterlist

Hello lovelies, Grem here.

I followed @flufftober for the prompts this year. This year, I decided to challenge myself with 2 writing challenges for October, as a way to help me get back into and practice writing.

And oh boy, was that hard.

In fact, I was late finishing both. Regardless, I finished them, and am so happy to have done that and proud to have accomplished it.

I'm also so happy that these challenges actually brought in 100 followers! Three of which are mutuals (which made me kick my feet with excitement haha)

Honestly, it's really inspiring and has given me a lot of confidence and hell I'd say the comments etc. Means more than finishing the challenges on time! I hope you all stick around for the stuff to come but enough of the rambling from me. :)

Some of these prompts elicited more than one part or more than one idea, so I do hope to share the continuations/alternates at some point. Stories/collections will eventually get posted separately.

All of the fics below the cut are listed under the characters on my master list here.

Happy reading!

Week 1:

Day 1: Lost Pet Meet-Cute

Title: Alpine's Adventure

Warnings: brief mention/description of a panic attack

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gn!Reader

Summary: Alpine escapes the apartment and decides to go on an adventure to find Bucky the perfect gift, eventually enlisting the help of a newfound friend to help her plan come to fruition.

Word count: 3.3k

Day 2: "Left. Other left!"

Title: On Your Left

Warnings: other than a trip into the lake and a little suggestive at the end - none!

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Gn!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend suggests going for a bike ride and picnic one sunny day, only for you to end up being glared at by ducks and soaking wet.

Word count: 1k

Day 3: Favourite Scent

Pairing: Dean x Gn!Reader

Warnings: a little bit of misogyny (calling candles "girly" on Dean's part but that's it)

Summary: Dean’s ‘man-cave’ smells a little too funky for your liking. So, you make Dean pick a new candle scent.

Word count: 1k

Day 4 : Market Day

Title: For the Love of Plums

Warnings:

Pairing: cw!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You go shopping at the market for plums for a baked treat and share a cute moment with a stranger over plums.

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Day 5: Acorn, Chesnut, Pinecone

Warnings: None

Pairing: Halsin (BG3) x gn!Reader

Summary: All children in Emerald Grove take part in an annual game to find 3 things within the forest. Having never played this before, and being a new member of the grove, you are ecstatic to play (despite being an adult) and challenge the arch druid himself to beat you in the game.

Word count:

Day 6: Mistaken Identity

Warnings: FLUFF, coffee shop meetcute, kissing/brief PDA, reader is VERY worried their "celebrity" crush was cheating for second there, don't worry it's just Natasha undercover (like the escalator scene in CA:TWS) :)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader

Summary: You bump into, who you believe to be, one of your celebrity crushes at a local coffee shop. But she's acting a little strange, especially when she kisses you in the middle of the store.

Word count: 850

Week 2

Day 7: Hoodie Weather

Prompt: Hoodie Weather

Pairing: Jake Jensen x gn!reader

Warnings/tags: FLUFF, established relationship, petnames (baby, my love), suggestive/innuendo (only bc it's Jake)

Summary: You get caught in the rain on your way home and can't wait to put your favourite gigantic, fluffy hoodie on. Fortunately for you, it's already pre-heated. Unfortunately, for your boyfriend that means he he has to share.

Word Count: 725

Day 8: Chopping Wood

Prompt(s): Chopping/ piling wood

Pairing: pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Lumberjill!Reader

Warnings/Tags: FLUFF, kind of a meet-cute?, mentions of coughing/retching/nausea, pre-serum Steve, descriptions of asthma attack, muscled reader (ofc), nicknames (sweetheart, love, dame,)

Summary: When Steve has an asthma attack on a training drill and gets lost, he meets a friendly axe-wielding dame who takes his breath away.

Word count: 1.6k

Day 9: Don't Do That!

Prompt: "Don't do that!" / "But..."

Pairing: Yelena Belova x gn!reader

Warnings/Tags: FLUFF, Yelena being annoying (but we love her), confessions, kisses

Summary: You decide tonight's the night you're going to make your move. But Yelena beats you to it.

Word count: 1k

Day 10: Bet, Game, Contest

Pairing: Dean Winchester x f!Reader

Warnings/tags: misogyny/catcalling/dude being a creep and asshole (not Dean), duelling, canon-typical violence, Dean being a dork, I'm putting a warning here for cringe/stalker/gross behaviour from the asshole, FLUFF

Summary: Whilst perusing a stall at the renfair you encounter a guy that just won't leave you be, when Dean overhears. As penance for coming to your "rescue", he's challenged to a duel for your hand.

Word count: 1.1k

Day 11: Ingredients, Potions, Spells

Pairing: sick!Loki x gn!reader

Tags/warnings: Loki (he's a warning), descriptions of cold/flu symptoms, gn!reader, feverish confessions (but it's sweet I promise), mutual pining, FLUFF

Summary: Loki gets sick and reader takes care of him :)

Word count: 2.3k

Day 12: "This is spooky." / "Really?"

Tags/Warnings: : FLUFF, discussions of kids/wanting kids, innuendo, flirting

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: Sam and reader go trick or treating with Sarah’s kids and it leads to some sweet discussions about kids.

Word count: 758 words

*Day 13: Attic, Cellar, Hidden Room

Title: Attic Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn!Reader Tags/warnings: FLUFF, Arachnophobia, implied smut at the very end (but I did write with the intention of just kisses!), retching/vomiting/nausea mentioned, literally as scared as you could possibly imagine, crying, panicking, comfort, friends to lovers (ig?)

Summary: You haven't cleared out your attic in a long time and rope in Bucky to help you; not expecting to be scared out of your wits.

Word count: 2k

*This prompt has alternates: Cellar and Hidden Room linked at the bottom of this post

Week 3

Day 14: Mundane AU!

Title: One Piece At a Time Prompt: Mundane AU Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x f!Reader Tags/warnings: Dean being Dean tbh (big ol' warning there), FLUFF, meetcute (I really like these apparently ahaha), Dean is a Mechanic, Sammy Stayed in law school :), John is still dead (I still hate him), Reader knows nothing about cars, 2nd person (female  Reader – use of "lady" once), tattooed! Dean, this is 10000% a grumpy x sunshine now that I think about it

Summary: You have car trouble and head to the nearest mechanic, Singer & Son, where your grumpy mechanic gives you an earful for not taking care of your car.

Word Count: 2.1k

Day 15: "What are you wearing?"/"It's laundry day!" Double Prompt: "What are you wearing?" / "It's Laundry day!" + "Yes. No. Maybe."

Pairing: Steve Rogers (Captain America) x Reader Warning/Tags: FLUFF, allusions to sex/innuendo at the very end, established relationship, petnames (sweetheart)

Summary: It's laundry day and you whip out your handy cosy outfit you wear when Steve isn't around. However, Steve comes home early...

Word count: 879 words

Day 16: Only One Bed Prompt: Only One Bed @creativepromptsforwriting prompt (which can be found here) : “We’re just friends, this doesn’t need to be weird.” Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn!Reader Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, innuendos, suggestive themes, not really anything romantic in this one I'm afraid, could be the start of something who knows, but Bucky and reader are friends :)

Summary: Bucky thinks double room means a room with two beds and after a long mission, both of you just want sleep.

Word Count: 1.5k

Day 17: Bewitched Prompt: Bewitched Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Reader tags/warnings: Love at first sight, mutual pining, confessions, kiss, FLUFF Although Reader's gender is not specified the translations below (specifically Vrăjitore) are feminine!

Summary: Bucky and Sam come your apartment for a few days to hide out and a certain Sokovian Baron is enamoured by you.

Word Count: 2.6k

Day 18: "I've got you."

Title: Apollo's AccidentA follow up to Alpine's Adventure (Part of the Tails of New York series) Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn!Reader Tags/warnings: FLUFF, a lil mutual pining, friends to lovers, cat dad!Bucky, gn!reader, awkward situations with a pan (I don't want to give away the plot), mentions of a family emergency (not described).

Summary: Your friend Bucky Barnes cat sits for you when you have an emergency. However, after one little accident, you come back to the strangest welcome ever.

Word Count: 1.7k

Day 19: Paw

Pairing: None, just you and Lae being buds :) Warnings/Tags: FLUFF Summary: Scratch and Lae'zel bond over fetch. Word count: 460

Day 20: "I hate it." / "No, you don't." Alt 2: "I hate it." / "No, you don't." Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, swearing (it's Ran). established relationship

Summary: Going to a charity gala, Ransom despises the tie you've gotten him.

Word Count: 626 words

Week 4

Day 21: Rainy Day Alt: Rainy Day Pairing: Loki x gn!Reader Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, cuddling, pet names (my love), not beta read

Summary: When your plans for a walk get ruined, you and your boyfriend decide to have a lazy afternoon instead.

Word count: 886

Day 22: Stormy Night Pairing: Thor x Reader Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, not beta read, kissing, confessions (sorta), holding hands, sharing drinks, slight angst

Summary: You show the God of thunder your favourite spot to watch the lightning

Word Count: 2k+ (2054)

Day 23: Comfort Food Pairing: Wanda x Reader Warnings/tags: FLUFF, very bad jokes, very, very bad cooking on reader's part, gagging, pet name/term of endearment (Honey) Summary: Wanda is feeling homesick and you make an attempt to cheer her up.

Word count: 1k

Day 24: Alternate 6: Graveyard Pairing/characters: Steve Rogers/ Captain America x gn!reader, Bucky is mentioned :) Tags/warnings: Fluff, Angst, talk of death, grieving, a very morbid-ish meet cute (again with the meetcutes I know. IM SORRY), it's set in a grave yard so graves/funerals/and loss of loved ones is spoken about (albeit briefly)

Summary: You volunteer at your local graveyard to clean headstones. One day you meet someone you never thought you'd bump into, noting the beginning of a very wholesome relationship.

Word count: 1.7k Note: This is set after the battle of New York and before the events of TWS :)

Day 25: Haunted House Pairing: Jake Jensen (The Losers 2010) x f!reader Warnings/tags: violence (brief!), blood/bleeding, I don't wanna give away too much plot haha, Jake being Jake, meet cute (if u really wanna call it that), clowns/zombies etc. mentioned in the haunted house

Summary: Jake begrudgingly takes his niece, Aimee, to the Haunted House at the fairground. Putting on a brave face is a lot harder than it looks when you don't like clowns.

Word count: 1.6k

Day 26: "I can't find it." Prompt: "I can't find it." Alt Title: Sweater Weather Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, pet names, swearing (it's Ran)

Summary: Ransom's iconic cream sweater mysteriously vanishes...

Word count: 556 words

Day 27: Alt 8: Written but Never Sent Alt 8: Written But Never Sent Pairing: Steve Rogers x gn!Agent!Reader Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, ANGST (idk why I'm putting Steve through the ringer this week lol), mutual pining (this is apparently my bread and butter as well as my jam), mentions of death, crying/grieving, alcohol consumption/drunk (mentioned), confessions, first kisses, second chances, not beta'd, I try to cover everything in my warnings but they are non-exhaustive - please read at your own risk! I will say that this fic is Angst heavy for the majority of it

Summary: You've been missing on a mission for longer than expected; all of your friends and teammates believe the worst to have happened. When packing up your apartment, Steve finds a series of letters addressed to the team in a box in your closet, and decides to read the one addressed to him.

Word count: 2.6k

Week 5

Day 28: Lucky Charm Prompt: Lucky Charm Title: (Un)Lucky Charm Pairing: Johnny Storm x gn!reader Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, Johnny being a flirt, minor injury, alcohol consumption, gagging (mentioned), not beta read

Summary: Johnny has had nothing but bad luck recently whilst you have been the opposite.

word count: 927

Day 29: Betrayal Pairing: Sam Wilson x gn!reader Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, for the first time in days there's no angst with it

Summary: Sam asks his nephews an important question and is surprised by their answer.

Word count: 270 words

Day 30: "Forever?" + "Wait, you love me?" / "I always have."

Day 31: Make a Wish

Alternates:

Cellar

Hidden Room

[selunesdreams]

Chapter 10: Chosen One

Surprising himself more than anyone, Gale gripped him by the lapels and thrust him against the wall.

“Don’t speak about her that way.” He said through clenched teeth.

“What’s your deal, Dekarios?” He shoved Gale off and smoothed his clothes. “You jealous or something?”

By now, their spat had caught the attention of a few bystanders, and a disapproving look from a professor lingering in their classroom doorway.

“She just deserves better, that’s all. Have some decency.” Gale muttered, and stormed off in the direction of his room.

Summary: A brief glimpse into Gale’s past, he and Florence go on a walk at the Tiefling party, Haarlep strikes again, and Astarion has a Lae’zel problem.

Pairing: Gale x Named Tav/OFC

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, sexual themes relating to incubus, depiction of self harm, trauma.

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Wyll and the others returned to the Grove hours after Gale and Florence’s return, several unfamiliar faces in tow. Towering over everyone was the druid Halsin that Zevlor had mentioned. Thrown begrudgingly over his shoulder was an unconscious drow woman, Minthara, the leader Karlach was meant to dispatch.

“She’s a victim of the Absolute, just as much as us,” Karlach insisted. “She doesn’t deserve to die!”

“I think someone has a crush.” Shadowheart muttered in Florence’s ear.

“Just let it go. We’ve already been through this and she’s made up her mind.” Wyll tied Minthara’s wrists, binding her to a nearby tree. “Maybe we can get information about the cultists from her.”

As the sun set, the camp came alive with merriment and indulgence in a makeshift celebration hosted by the Tieflings. At some point, someone insistently thrust a goblet of wine into Gale’s hands as he dwelled near the edge of the camp, watching the party unfold. His fingertips grazed Mystra’s charm on his left ear absentmindedly, eyes fixed on Florence as she chatted with Karlach and Shadowheart near the fire.

Tadpoles aside, it had been an odd ten-day. Or longer - he’d lost track. Seeing Florence again was strange, but it revived a sense of nostalgia for his old life. Their relationship, if he could even call it that, never amounted to much, no matter how he had felt in his days at the Academy, but she was the last person he’d truly attempted to court before Mystra. The Lady of Mysteries had no interest in Gale’s romantic idealism, only service and reverence. And his talent, of course. Once, he was the best and brightest in any room he entered.

Now, he’d fallen, no longer Mystra’s Chosen, doomed to only be tolerated by his goddess at best, like an ox would tolerate a fly. The magic he once wielded like poetry felt like a foreign language on his tongue most days.

But Florence…time appeared to have been kinder to her.

She was far more independent than he remembered, if not guarded. At Blackstaff, she was exceptionally skilled in alchemy and evocation, but certainly not limited to the other schools of magic. Why she’d left behind her studies at all perplexed him. Perhaps she’d set aside her magical prowess in favor of a quiet life.

Her musical talent hadn’t gone wasted, at least. Gale was just as struck by her performance in that Fest Hall, of all places, as he was at the Academy. At Blackstaff, he would occasionally pause outside the doorway of a lounge where he’d discovered her practicing, his back pressed to the wall, casually pretending to check his pack for something, just for an excuse to linger and listen.

Her beauty hadn’t faded, either. Like a fine wine, the years had treated her features well. Healthier, her complexion had a faint flush to it, and her hair was longer, thicker, shinier. His eyes fell to the slit of her robes, splayed open on the side, exposing the curve of her upper thigh as she crossed her legs on a log, listening attentively to whatever Karlach was saying. The slight pouch of her stomach pressed into the robe’s tight fabric as she leaned forward, and Gale’s fingers ached to move his hands over the skin there, to press his fingertips into her flesh possessively, adoringly…

A rogue thought occurred to him in that moment, a shiver of longing and embarrassment burning through his nerves. But such a thought was fleeting, and he blinked rapidly to dismiss it, shame weighing on his conscience. What was wrong with him? Had the tadpole taken his decency too?

The orb pulsated along his collarbone, as if to admonish him, and he rubbed at it with a grimace, taking another sip of his wine.

Redirecting himself, he recalled the last time he’d seen her, being escorted from Blackstaff, the hollows of her cheeks having him questioning if she had eaten anything in a fortnight. Dark rings encircled her eyes, and her robes hung from her limbs, concealing every inch of her form as she clutched her books to her chest, a phantom of herself. Blackstaff Vajra Safahr, her mentor, followed closely, protectively behind her with the rest of her belongings. Gale’s eyes never left her as she slipped through the grand doors and out of sight.

“Florence Ashveil is leaving?” He asked in a low whisper, catching Pierson Wenzel by the sleeve as he passed by in the hall. He’d waited outside her door in the nights following the ball, cursing himself for ruining his chance with her. Concerned, he’d requested Vajra check on her, but didn’t have the slightest inclination that she was in such a state.

“You didn’t hear? Vajra found her naked, covered in burns, scrubbing her skin raw.”

Gale swallowed. “What happened?”

“Rumor is some kind of post-breakup meltdown. Estee said she heard moaning from her room a few weeks ago, and then it just stopped. Never saw the bloke - or lady - coming or going, but you know Ashveil, no surprise she gets around. Bummer she went mad. Shame I didn’t have time to give her a go-”

Surprising himself more than anyone, Gale gripped Pierson by the lapels and thrust him against the wall.

“Don’t speak about her that way.” He said through clenched teeth.

“What’s your deal, Dekarios?” Pierson shoved Gale off and smoothed his clothes. “You jealous or something?”

By now, their spat had caught the attention of a few bystanders, and a disapproving look from a professor lingering in their classroom doorway.

“She just deserves better, that’s all. Have some decency.” Gale muttered, and stormed off in the direction of his room.

When he returned, his door was ajar, the dress coat he’d left with Florence during the ball neatly folded on his bed. Gale picked it up, expecting to find a letter, a scrawled note, anything, but no scrap of paper or parchment came loose. He sniffed and wiped his nose, rummaging in the pockets before tossing it aside and collapsing on his mattress, defeated.

That night, when Mystra called on him, his heart didn’t hesitate to let her in, and as his reward, she showed him the secrets of the weave, the untold wonders beneath its surface.

“Chosen one.” She whispered and bared herself to him.

He left Blackstaff the next day.

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Florence watched as Gale stared off into the distance, seemingly lost in thought. His gaze drifted in her direction, and when they locked eyes, his expression darkened. Rolan approached him, drawing away his attention as he halfheartedly listened to the tiefling, eyes periodically returning to her with an undeniable gleam of interest.

“If you’re trying to be discreet, you’re doing a poor job.” Shadowheart said to Florence as she and Karlach bracketed her on a log. “You and Gale looked…cozy when he brought you back to camp this afternoon.”

Florence sat up straight. “I was injured! What was he supposed to do, dump me in my tent and wish me luck?”

“I mean, he didn’t have to hover so much while I healed you. Either he finds my methods insufficient, or he was deeply worried about you.”

“He’s a good egg,” Karlach interjected. “A little scholarly for my tastes, but I’m sure you could crack his spine like a book.”

“And what is your type, Karlach?” Florence asked, nodding towards where Minthara was tied against the tree where Wyll left her, spotting a nasty wound to the side of her head. Her gaze swept over the celebration, a scowl fitted on her features. “Homicidal drow women with shaky morals?”

“Don’t mind our friend here. She’s just bitter Orb Boy hasn’t made a move yet.” The rim of Shadowheart’s wine bottle clinked against Florence’s empty cup as she filled it to the brim.

“There, some liquid courage.” She said and nodded towards Gale. He was still stuck beside Rolan, somehow the least verbose person in conversation.

“This is all you, king, I don’t think our guy’s the first move type-” Karlach shoved Florence to her feet and propelled her forward with the heel of her boot, the mud she left behind on Florence’s robes making her wish she’d just used her hands and burned her instead, “Talk to him. If I can’t get any action, at least one of us should.”

“I don’t want-“ Florence began, looking back as she stumbled forward, only to be intercepted by Astarion.

“You know, I never thought of myself as a hero.” He snatched her wine from her hand as his eyes scanned the party. He took a swig and grimaced.

“It��s awful. I hate it.”

“My wine? Or being a hero?”

“Both, darling. But enough about me, you and Gale seem to be getting on quite well again.” He swirled the goblet, watching the fluid swish around. “I wonder if he uses magic in the bedroom. That could go very well, or very badly…”

“Is there something you wanted, Astarion?” Florence asked.

“Gods below, you’re a drip. Go on, I’ll make my own fun.” he promptly handed back her goblet without looking at her and wandered off.

Florence watched him go, perplexed, before she turned back to Gale. He was standing alone, goblet in hand, Rolan having finally departed to harass someone else. As Florence approached, he sipped his wine and straightened his posture.

“Good evening.” He offered a tentative smile. “I hope you’re finding…all this,” he motioned around, “enjoyable?”

“It’s…adequate.” she said, sipping her wine and looking at him from under the rim of her cup.

“Well, aren’t you hard to please?” his smile faltered, and he cleared his throat. “You just missed Rolan. He just couldn’t say enough about his apprenticeship with Lorroakan in Baldur’s Gate.”

“Lorroakan?” Florence raised an eyebrow. “I’ve heard that guy’s an ass.”

“Our tiefling friend will assuredly have his work cut out for him. You know, I think he’d have fared alright at Blackstaff, might have dropped out by the second semester but-”

Gale stopped himself as Florence pursed her lips, swallowing her wine.

“Apologies.” his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, “I didn’t mean-”

She shook her head. “It’s fine, really.”

Gale nodded and looked down at his boots with a wince and a bitter laugh. “Right. Well, If I haven’t shoved my foot too far down my own throat, could I persuade you to take a little walk with me?”

She gave him a tight-lipped smile and nodded, setting her goblet aside.

“Of course.”

They moved along the edge of camp towards the river, Gale’s hands shoved in his robe pockets as he stared ahead, intermittently stealing a glance at Florence from the corner of his eye. The moon, low in the sky, painted the water’s surface with a mesmerizing silver sheen.

A light mist drafted through the nearby woods, and the evening air seeped through the layers of Florence’s clothes. The air was thick with smoke and sulfur, the flames of the bonfire at the center of camp licking at the starry sky over the peaks of their companions’ tents. Chatter and the sounds of Alfira’s lute became quieter as they walked in silence.

“It’s beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” He asked.

Florence wrapped her arms around herself, cursing herself for forgoing trousers underneath.

“It is.”

As they came to a bend in the river, Gale removed his outer robe, draping it carefully around her shoulders. Underneath, he wore a pair of tight black trousers and a plain white shirt, the laces loosely done, revealing the orb’s mark peeking on his collar.

Florence’s gaze lingered for a moment before her eyes lifted to meet his.

“Thank you.” She mumbled, mind briefly flashing to the night of the Blackstaff ball. “For saving me today.”

As Gale’s smile faded, and he absentmindedly reached for the back of his neck.

“That Goblin Priestess had an unfair advantage.” he said. “Were you not restrained, I doubt you would have required any saving at all.” He leaned against a tree, and Florence joined him with a doubtful scoff, resting her back against the trunk with enough space to separate them.

“You think too highly of me.”

Gale leaned into her with a lopsided grin. “I think just highly enough.”

She nudged him with her elbow, leaning her head back against the bark of the tree and looking up at the sky.

“What a mess we’ve found ourselves in, Gale Dekarios.”

He huffed and mirrored her movements, their shoulders touching as they stood in the remote quiet. A toad croaked in the distance, and a stray firefly blinked along the river’s edge.

“What a mess, indeed.”

“When did you stop using your surname, by the way?” Florence turned her head to assess him. “You’ve been parading yourself about camp as Gale of Waterdeep for days now.”

“Well, Gale Dekarios cuts a poor figure next to the wizarding prowess of Gale of Waterdeep.”

“I don’t know…I always liked Gale Dekarios.”

A flicker of doubt crossed his features, tugging at his smile.

“Gale Dekarios liked you too. Still does. Very, very much.” the playfulness of his tone became softer, his voice growing rough. “Though, let’s keep his existence between us for now, if you don’t mind.”

Florence nodded and stared up at the stars.

“Do you, ah-“ Gale rubbed the sole of his boot in the sand, arms pinned behind his back. “Or rather, I thought we…”

As he searched for words, a phantom touch brushed over Florence’s midriff. Her body arched forward, and she gasped as her core flooded with desire.

No, no. Not now…

Gale shifted forward, his forehead wrinkling. “Are you alright?”

“Too much wine,” she blurted with a forced laugh. “You should get back to camp before the others get worried. Go on, I’ll be right behind you. I just…need a moment.”

He frowned, his eyes sweeping over her form.

“Are you sure? Perhaps I can fetch you some water-”

“I’m certain. Please, go on, Gale. don’t make a girl retch in front of you, it’s unbecoming.” She said with a contrived smile, waving him on as she doubled over.

He opened his mouth to protest, but relented with a sigh, placing his hand on her shoulder, giving it a brief squeeze before he departed. Florence shuddered at his touch, the incubus’ influence causing her stomach to flip at the contact. As soon as Gale was out of sight, she fell to her knees and let out a strangled gasp, her arms wrapping around her midsection as her head hung low between her knees.

Florence leapt over the brush and into the woods, racing towards nowhere in particular. Sweat beaded on her brow, dripping from her neck beneath her collar and down the valley of her breasts. With unsteady steps, she ran over roots and underbrush until her lungs burned and her legs ached, before she slammed into something solid and stumbled back.

“Well, well…a damsel in distress?”

Astarion.

“What are you doing here?”

The vampire regarded her with an amused smirk. “I could ask the same of you. Not that I don’t mind playing the gentleman, but might I ask what you’re doing running through the woods at night? You smell like fear and arousal…” he leaned in close enough that she could see the white of his fangs glint in the light.

“I like it.”

Florence reared back, tripping and falling on her ass in the mud.

“I was on a walk with Gale, okay?” she pulled her hands out of the muck and picked loose leaves and twigs from her robes. “I can’t go back to camp- the incubus is using my body again and I can’t have anyone seeing me like this.”

“And I thought sleeping with Lae’zel would be volatile.”

Astarion crouched down to her level with a feigned pitying sigh, resting his arms on his knees. He tilted his head, taking in the sight of her.

“Well, get cozy. I suppose we’ll wait it out here.”

He let out a resigned sigh and stood, leaning on one shoulder against a nearby tree, his eyes flicking between her and the distant glow of camp.

“What do you think brought this round on?”

“I smelled sulfur earlier.” She felt sick. “I chalked it up to the fire, but Raphael must be keeping tabs on us…mmmhgh..”

She steadied herself as another wave of pleasure hit her. When it passed, she braced her palms on her thighs as she caught her breath.

“What was that you said about sex with Lae’zel?” she asked, lifting her head.

“Jealous?” Astarion asked coyly.

“Try surprised. I thought sex repulsed you?”

He chuckled, leaning his head back and crossing his arms, thrumming his fingers on his bicep.

“I am. I’m out here because I’m avoiding her. She’s hells-bent on sleeping with me, but luckily, you’ll monopolize my time for now.”

“Why not just tell her no?”

He paused, fingers freezing their tapping. “I don’t know how.”

He pushed off the tree he was leaning on and stood over Florence. The incubus had gone silent. Now it was her mind’s turn to torment her. How many times would she scrub her skin tonight? What would make her feel clean enough to forget?

“Get up. We’re going back to camp.” Astarion seized her by the wrist, dragging her to her feet and through the brush. She stumbled after him, dazed.

Once in the clearing, the sound of voices grew loud again. The sudden light blinded her, and she threw an arm in front of her eyes, shielding them.

“There. Safe and sound.” Astarion said, releasing her wrist. “Do try to keep it together. Your wizard is watching.” His expression was indiscernible as he nodded toward camp, the shadows from the trees obscuring him in the dim light.

She glanced back towards the fire where Gale stood, pausing his conversation with Zevlor. His eyes drifted to the dirt on her hands and knees, the tangle of leaves in her hair, her flushed cheeks, before darting to Astarion’s figure as it vanished into the dark woods, leaving her alone at the treeline. He straightened, his jaw flexing as he approached.

“Gale, sorry, I just needed a moment back there-“

“With Astarion?” his eyes flicked towards the woods.

“No, he was-“

“You don’t need to explain yourself.” He interrupted, looking down at her. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright, that’s all.”

“Gale, it’s not-“

“Excuse me,” He said hastily. “I think I’ve had a bit too much wine this evening as well.”

He nodded stiffly and stepped away, clasping his hands behind his back.

“I’m going to head to bed. I suggest you do the same. Providing you don’t have other…business to attend to.” He gave a curt bow. “Goodnight.”

He turned on his heel before she could respond, and with stiff strides, he walked towards his tent, his shoulders tense under his shirt.

She watched as he departed, eyes stinging with hurt and shame. Haarlep had ruined everything.

She had ruined everything.

Again.

[perotovar]

twenty questions for fic writers 💖

tagged by @kedsandtubesocks and @nerdieforpedro thank you, loves! ♥

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

technically 4 lol i'm slowly moving my stuff over there. i barely get any traction there compared to tumblr so it's sort of just there in case anyone prefers that format. i like the community i've built over here so i'm not worried about it!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

apparently 60,272 which is WILD

3. What fandoms do you write for?

the pedro pascal cinematic universe! i've thought about branching out into the bg3 fandom or possibly a couple other games, but the inspiration is with the pedro boys rn ♥

4. Top five fics by kudos

i'll go with the highest number of notes on here i suppose??

baby i'm-a want you (joel x javier p)

into the beat of the night (frankie x oc!river price)

bloody kisses (shane morrissey x tim rockford)

ásjá (pero tovar x ofc!helga)

rebirth (javi g x reader)

5. Do you respond to comments?

i've been really bad about it, but yeah, i certainly try to!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ch1 of bloody kisses ends pretty angsty, but it's got nothing on given to fly, my joel x tess drabble (which i don't think a lot of people even know i wrote lmao)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i can tell you right now, itbotn will have a happy ending :)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i don't think i write the popular boys enough for that. and most of my stuff is queer, which has a smaller audience. so, fingers crossed, no not yet

9. Do you write smut?

yep

10. Craziest crossover?

i feel like putting one of the characters in a macho man heist movie into a goth club was a pretty insane crossover lol but probably bloody kisses, too, because it's between a criminal and a detective. who says opposites don't attract? 😉

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i'm aware of omfg

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no, but that would be cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yeah, me and @chronically-ghosted work on bloody kisses together! her contribution is my favorite chapter so far, definitely

14. All time favorite ship?

joel/tess has been one of my absolute favorites for years. halsin/astarion is a very close second <3

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i really wanna write the metal!pero and metal!ezra fic but i'm not sure i'll figure out the plot for it sdflkghjdg they're messing with me a lot

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think i'm good at dialogue? banter?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

interesting descriptions. describing a mood/atmosphere is fucking hard and idk how y'all do it lol

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i think it's cool! i wish i spoke spanish better than my beginniner duolingo ass can so i can use it more often, but yeah lol

19. First fandom you wrote in?

it was for a band lmao like 10 years ago. i wrote like 2 smutty oneshots and have promptly deleted them off the internet

20. Favorite fic you've written?

god, that's an evil question! tbh it might be a tie between itbotn and bloody kisses. those are my babies and i'm super proud of the universes i created with them!

np tags: @ezrasbirdie @sp00kymulderr @qveerthe0ry @for-a-longlongtime

@goodwithcheese @missredherring @marisferasiop @swiftispunk @mrsmando

@ghostofaboy and anyone else that wants to ♥

[notrapsplease]

Hi I'm Taylor (any pronouns work for me!). I made this blog to share my BG3 writing (I'll also be uploading to ao3) and to interact with the BG3 fandom!

This is a safe space, all are welcome! (Also let's not be rude to people with different headcanons then ourselves and just enjoy this really cool game we all love!)

18+ only please, minors DNI.

Any warnings will be clearly tagged!

༻❁༺ Origin Character Varan (Tav) ༻❁༺

Tav is a tiefling and has a tragic backstory ofc.

pairings : tav x astarion, tav x gale, tav x halsin, halsin x astarion, astarion x gale Everyone is poly.

༻Magic Lesson༺ Different perspectives on the Act 1 Magic Lesson. Part 1: Astarion; Part 2: Varan

༻❁༺ One Shots ༻❁༺

❀Coming Soon❀

༻❁༺ Headcanons/Thoughts ༻❁༺

❀ Werebear Halsin Headcanon

[ofwraithsandwords]

To protect nature's delicate balance should be an archdruid's first and foremost priority. How peculiar, then, that the First Druid of Emerald Grove would be so hopelessly enraptured by one who is pure pandemonium wrapped in a Calishite monk's dark flesh. To be weathered away by such a maelstrom is to be expected. To be caressed and cared for by one is not.

Halsin x Tav/OC. “A Mountain Cradled" on AO3.

If anyone is interested, I created a playlist that was inspired by the fic. Not a requirement though, ofc! And I'll also post my Tav/OCs character sheet below the playlist so people can have an idea on what they look like.

[verbophobic]

Fic I'm interested in continuing/Working on

COD: Simon/Ghost X OFC It willl be a series of drabbles, starting with Simon on his apartment balcony smoking on xmas eve. He's obviously spending it alone (his team is with their families, Price probably working) and OC goes to her balcony for fresh air, she had cooked and invited friends and fam over but no one showed so she ahs entirely too much food and is a bit lonely. Seeing Ghost she impulsively invites him over to eat with her and he says yes simply becuase she looks miserable. This is what starts an awkward friendship.

BG3: Option 1 my OC's Tav and Drae and their romance story. Drae's an orphaned Drow living in Baldurs Gate and a sorcerers apprentance. But the discrimiation due to her race makes her chose to leave the city and adventure/go in search for something. She doesn't know what but she canta stand the city any longer. Tav is a barbarian in line to become the next leader of his community and a larger than usual Teiflling, many think his bloodline is closer to demonic than other tieflings due to his size. The two end up meeting when Drae is ambushed by goblins and is seriously hurt. Tav is near by and ends up saving her.

Option 2 is Halsin X Drow OC. Sabrae is a drow who came to topside to escape something *spoilers so not gonna list it here*. In being topside she is met with bigotry and racism. To the point she is seriously injured. She decides from then on to never reveal her race to anyone. 2 possible options from here for the fic

She is captured by goblins and looses her disguise. Being seena s a drow she is released but can't just leave so she pretends to be part of the camp. When she ahs an opportunity to escape she learns of the drow that's held captive in the camp so she convinces Minthara to let her 'interrigate' him and uses magic to look like an elf again and goes to see Halsin. He refuses to leave without kiling the camp and she can not help him. But that's when Tav and gang show up and then it follows loosely the game.

She was on the nautaloid when it crashed. She disguises herself as an elf to make sure none of her companions know what she is, though they ahve suspiscions about her hiding something few know what it is. SHe helps to save Halsin and as such they become friends. It's not long before she has feelings for him but she choses instead to attack him with her words to try and push him away. She knows he dislikes Drow and is scared to be hurt by being turned down when he elarns the truth.

Zelda: SidonxOC There's already an insanely long fic for this. To help his people, Sidon begrudgingly agrees to a marriage with a Hylian. All he wants is a woman who can rule at his side, someone that he may one day grow fond of like his sister Mipha had with Champion L-something-or-other. What he does not expect is Kino. A girl who seems almost clueless to the difficulties of the Zoran domain but whose heart will not let her stand by and just watch them struggle. As he learns more about her he finds himself growing fonder and he finds himself wondering, 'just who is this woman that wormed her nervous little way past his tightly guarded walls?' 

TMNT: RaphXOC Raphael met a woman by coincidence, if you could call a hydroplaning car coincidence that it. But all the meeting for the next month and a half after that? Coincidence. Mostly. Raph would see this walking talking beacon of bad luck, and help her from the shadows. Until he didn’t. Until he stepped into the light and she was relieved he was a mutant turtle and not a mugger of New York City. Plus he was offering the poor half drowned woman an umbrella to help her starve off the rain. Now though? Now it’s just a clusterfuck of trying to figure out how her apartment ended up burning down. Raph/OC oneshots. 

Lost Boys: David X OC She was just another Plain Jane among a sea of them. In Santa Carla where everyone tried to stand out, those with the barest of differences are the most memorable. So a girl that's working behind a counter in yet another convenience store that looks like just another 'normie' was no one memorable. Dead end job for what seems like forever, no family so to speak of, and an ex who just can't fully let go; that was all just another boring day in a sea of eternal days to her. The most abnormal she'd ever seen up until a single fateful day was the cat that would somehow sneak into the store and just sit on the counter with her some nights. Until those boys came in like ghosts. She never knew how that triggered the events and she didn't care, all she cared about was the guy trying to rob her.

Little Vampire: Gregory X OC Rory Murry is a normal teenage. Unfortunately her divorced parents have decided to change their custody agreement and she is forced to move away from the 'big city' to the rural town she had first grown up in. Her memories of back then are blurry due to the young age she left and the few traumatizing events that happened directly prior to leaving. Such as said parental divorce. A teenager that she meets in a graveyard does tug at a few strings of memory though and she is left curious as to just who he is and why he's always hanging out in a graveyard late at night. Her own reasoning for being there? She's not the brightest there is and a tiny bit lonely in this 'new' town. Also- why is there a creepy old guy in a wanna-be ice cream truck haunting this place?

So go ahead and Vote!

[halsinsbiceps]

So many ideas for a Halsin x Tav/OFC fic, my brain is melting....

[fandomchokehold]

this is why my canon playthroughs have set parties cuz they're all romancing each other (minus minsc and jaheira ofc)

we got the Boy Toys (Samson x Gale & Astarion x Wyll)

then we got the Girl Bosses (Odette x Karlach & Shadowheart x Lae'zel)

and finally the $!$? Squad (Wren x Halsin + Minsc & Jaheira)

I wish that companions could romance each other. Like, yes, I'm dating one of them, but have you heard all of them talk about one another??? Bitches are horny on main. Let me companions have relationships independent from me. They deserve as much.