#he knows people lust after Halsin

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SIR!

SIR PLEASE! PLEASE CALM DOWN!

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Temptations of flesh

Astarion x omega!reader

Warnings: Body worshiping, first time, virgin reader, vampire things, AOB, intimate, sexual, heats, mates, possessiveness

GUESS WHO GOT BG3?!?! Literally in love with it, but everything I’ve done Astarion disapproves 🤣 I had a romance scene with him and I was fricken giggling like a school girl Oml

Mumma Karlach 👌🏻

Here’s my character

The camp was quiet, everyone was on their bed rolls sleeping while you stared up through the trees at the stars. Sleeping had been hard lately, maybe everything was finally catching up. Being one of the lower ranks in the group didn’t help, you got this far though. You got up carefully, making sure not to wake anyone as you headed to the close stream nearby. You washed your face and sighed before sitting down, you were exhausted, but sleep didn’t want to take you. You stared at the reflection of the moon, mind a mile away before something squirmed in your head and forced you to look behind you. Astarion had groaned holding his head before he cursed and approached. You let out a breath as the parasite calmed, it made you shudder and ick.

“Damned things” he grumbled sitting by you.

“What are you doing?” You asked keeping your gaze away from his handsome features. Gods know you lusted after this vampire, white curls, Ruby eyes and sharp features.

“Coming out to ask you the same thing” he said and you just shrugged.

“You haven’t been sleeping” he stated and you tensed, but brushed it off.

“Neither do you” you commented.

“Darling, I’m a vampire” he chuckled and you just nodded, you felt in a daze.

“Well aren’t you just miles away” he sighed and you finally looked to him.

“Sorry” you mumbled before looking back to the water, picking at the grass to keep you occupied.

“I really think you should go back to bed” he said.

“I’m fine” you huffed wincing slightly at the squirm in your head. Magic pulsated around you his voice echoing in your mind briefly before you forced it off. You panted softly wishing to stab this parasite out with a dagger and be done with it. You stood without a word and left, going back to your bedroll, maybe then people will stop asking questions.

The next morning you headed into town to grab supplies, the camp certainly needed it. You were more tired though, you didn’t sleep, just pretended and awoke with everyone else. Halsin gave you worried looks as did Shadowheart as you stated your leave to get supplies. The Druid offered to come and you declined, you weren’t in the mood for talking. You headed to the fresh market first, grabbed some food before going into a goods store. You picked up some things before heading to the merchant.

“Greetings” he smiled before frowning slightly, nose flaring.

“Are you sure you should be out?” He asked and you frowned.

“Excuse me?” You asked and he faltered.

“Sorry, that was rude I just-“ he flustered and you were confused.

“You do know you’re going into heat?” He asked softly and you dropped the basket you were carrying, something tingling in your mind.

Minutes later someone was rushing through the door.

“What happened?” Astarion panted like he just ran here.

“Astarion?” You asked confused as he sighed and walked over to you a glare on his face.

“What did you do?” He instantly accused the man behind the counter as your minds connected again and your thoughts echoed into his.

Heat, I’m going into heat- gods why didn’t I see this coming, should’ve prepared- prepared- heat

You quickly cut it off and the vampire quickly froze.

“How much?” You asked rushed and he said the price and you paid before rushing out the door. Gods you felt like a fool, what the hell had just happened and why on earth was Astarion there. You walked quickly, head down hoping no one would spare you a glance or sniff. You hoped Astarion would go his seperate way too, but that wasn’t the case. He chased after you, calling you, but you ignored him all the way to camp before he got annoyed. He snagged your wrist and you turned to him, his eyes frowning, but worry filling them.

“This must be talked about!” He pressed gaining the attention of the others.

“No it mustn’t!” You snarled and he bared his fangs slightly. Shadowheart thankfully kept the vampire at bay as you dropped off the supplies and left to go sit by the river again. You cursed, Damnit you should’ve been prepared. A parasite in your heard, crashing somewhere unknown and now this, an inconvenience. You moved your small tent away from camp, getting odd looks. You ignored the camp for the most part, mostly just waiting to feel when your heat was coming, you briefly told Karlach what was happening hoping she’d keep everyone in check. You were set up in a small ruined temple it looked like, the small creek separating you from the group. You hated how your tent was, the lack of bed, lack of pillows and blankets, no real way to make a nest to soothe you. You’d cried about it, thrown the few blankets and pillows you had in the ground in anger, yelling annoyed. Luckily the members of party seemed to leave you be thankfully. You tried to meditate, take your mind elsewhere, but it was just as bad as having a parasite in your head.

“Knock, knock” you jolted looking back to Karlach.

“What are you doing?” You didn’t mean to sound so snappy, but then your eyes glanced to the pillow and blankets in her hand.

“I went into town and got you some- saw you trying to make a nest and cried- anyhow here” she placed them down by the entrance keeping her distance. Your lip trembled slightly and you thanked her, apologising, she just smiled and left, ever since Karlach got here it felt like the group had a mum in a sense, she’d be huffing if one of you did wrong or celebrating everyone after a job well done. You took the blankets and pillow she gave you and added them to the pile you’d made. You were happier now, but it still didn’t fill the void, then again that void could be the need of an alpha.

It hit you in the middle of the night, you had kicked off your blankets, groaning at the sweat and slick sticking to your body. There was no wind tonight either, no cool breeze to sooth the warm day. You were awake quickly, shrugging off your pants and shirt, nobody would come over anyway. You stole some food and drinks to stock up so you didn’t have to get up, and nobody had to bring them to you. You cursed peering over the ruined wall out your tent, everyone looked asleep at least. You went back to bed with shaky legs and pulled a thin sheet over you. You laid on your back, hand shakily going down to your clit to give you some relief. You bit your lip at how sensitive you felt, shudders going through your body, it’d been a while since you pleased yourself in this way. You sought a quick release, working your hand quickly, but it always felt out of reach making you moan annoyed. Your hand slapped over your mouth stopping your movements, your body went warmer and you quickly lied on your side curling in a ball, not the safest thing to do. You wondered what time it was, hopefully the morn would come quickly and the camp can go and do whatever they need to do without you. You tossed and turned, tried to find release quietly, but always felt empty even with your fingers. It frustrated you so you gave up on annoyance before you heard something outside. You froze still, not daring to move a muscle, maybe it was just Scratch, or the owl-bear. The shadow on your tent though was human and you cursed in your head, you should’ve left camp, shouldn’t have made those noises. You heard a growl though and the shadow left, leaving you confused, who was it?

The morning finally came and the group left thankfully, only Scratch, the owl bear and Withers. You avoided the talking skeleton and went to take a wash in the river. You sighed at the cold that rushed over your body, Scratch began barking at you and you chuckled lightly, he hated water.

Astarions head was miles away, currently replaying the quiet, but harsh breathing you were making last night trying to relieve yourself, he heard the soft moan and his whole body shuddered with need. He almost gave in to instinct, cursing when his feet led him to your tent, listening to you toss and turn annoyed. He blamed the parasite, forcing him to give into his nature to take something so ripe for the picking.

“Astarion” the vampire looked up to the tiefling with a raised eyebrow.

“Where’s your head?” She asked head tilted.

“On my shoulders hopefully” he joked hoping to clear the air of anymore questions. It didn’t work by the raised eyebrow Karlach gave and the huff Shadowheart did.

“There’s a parasite in my mind of course I’m distracted!” He snapped, but the group wasn’t convinced.

“Leave it” he added with a warning tone and Karlach rolled her eyes and continued as they stocked up on camp supplies. The headed into that shop where Astarion almost killed the shopkeeper, he felt your panic like a stake to the heart, he’d followed you, he lied saying he needed something. When your mind merged with him saying about your heat his nose flared and he could smell the delicious scent of pre-heat on your skin. Your stress and anxiety clouded it though and before he could react properly you were scurrying out the building and back to the camp. Gods he felt stupid chasing and calling for you, he had no right to snag your wrist and demand the issue be talked about. You moved your tent without words, before you went to Karlach, cheeks adorably red and explaining the situation. Karlach looked surprised, but simply nodded, eyes too kind for his liking. He smelt it first, the delicious scent of sweat and slick, his mouth watered and he wanted to sink his teeth in your skin, not just for blood, but the taste of your heat on his tongue as he lapped over your feverish skin.

“Astarion!” Shadowheart quickly turned his mind away from you and he grumbled following the group. Somehow he ended up being pulled aside by Halsin as they were shopping.

“What?” Astarion asked annoyed.

“I understand your worry for our omega friend” Astarion felt his lips sneer, our omega, you were his.

“Nature intends things as such, these things cannot be avoided-“ the bear was finding words hard and the vampire huffed.

“Spit it out” he snapped and Halsin sighed.

“You shouldn’t leave her or yourself suffering” he said and he felt like he’d hit the grave again.

“Hells sake Halsin!” Astarion huffed.

“It is clear, I’m only trying to help-“ Halsin continued as Astarion practically stomped off, leaving the bear to sigh and shake his head.

Back at camp you were cooled off from the wash, you had some food and laid in the bed again. You slept some of the time, when you awoke again everyone was back and a pack was lying outside your tent. You practically snatched inside like a hermit and saw the food, fresh clothes and water. You laid everything out, still in your underwear. Your body was getting hot again though and you went back to bed quickly hoping to sleep some more off. Night time finally came, but you weren’t falling asleep despite the exhaustion. The need was too much and you felt like crawling to one of your companions tent just to be held or soothed, maybe Halsin could put a spell on you or something, even Gale. You’d been so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t notice the shadow outside your tent.

“Who’s there?” You said softly not wanting to wake the others. The figure faltered before answering though and you assumed they’d scurry off again.

“It’s me pup”

Next part ->

[lanafofana]

Colossus

Day #7! I spent the majority of the weekend writhing in unimaginable pain so it doesn't count as late. Those are the rules I've just made up! Pairing: Halsin/Tav(f) Summary: He's just so...big Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI Warnings/Tags: Porn, Smut, Cunnilingus, Size kink, Hand job, blow job, foreskin play, inappropriate use of colossus elixir, shotgunning No beta we die like Yonas (RIP Yonas) And the AO3 link, with love Special note: Hysterically this is colossal compared to the others I've posted for HalsinTav week. Additional note: I'll eventually post the one i started writing for Day4 (?). I took the prompt "wildshape misuse" in a completely different direction and it's taking me longer to write because it's more angst than romance. Probably no romance at all but we'll see. Enjoy!

Halsin was a big guy. Like a really big guy. 

Until she met Halsin, Tav had not been aware that people even came in sizes that large. It did not help that he was as thickly muscled as he was tall. No part of him was too skinny or unproportionate which always sent her dirty mind tumbling straight into the gutter wondering just how proportionate he was where she couldn't see. 

All of this was just harmless thinking on her part, she knew how to mind her manners and keep her hands to herself after all. He was a great ally and becoming an even greater friend so, despite the turn of her lustful thought from time to time, she’d never overtly act in any way to make him uncomfortable.

That didn’t stop her from laying in her tent late at night, calloused fingers strumming her sex, brain full of how’d she’d whimper and shake trying to take his thick cock. What if he was too big? The thought drove her wild, picturing him tensed up beneath her while she used her hands, her tongue, to bring him to release. Pussy drenched, skin flushed, breathing thready; the thought of how he’d stretch her near to breaking always pushed her over the precipice of her climax, choking back her moans while she writhed with her desperation. 

All of this was fine, probably a healthy outlet all things considered, and a welcome distraction from the horrors of their day to day adventuring. She was completely content with keeping her own company and it seemed unlikely her fortune in that regard would change any time soon. 

So if his larger than average hands brushing hers when she handed him a plate of dinner set her stomach fluttering. Or when he towered over her just slightly too close and she felt dizzy with fantasies about that large frame fucking her to the feywild and back, well, nobody needed to know it but her and her hands late at night in her bedroll. 

Things might have continued in this fashion till the conclusion of their little adventure but for one critical incident. 

The fight with Ketheric had been awful in more ways than one but when the avatar of Myrkul threatened to completely devastate them Tav had pulled out all the stops. Her focus had narrowed down to each fighter, her desperation providing her with all manner of tricks up her sleeve to, if not turn the tide of the fight, at least tread water till Aylin could finish smiting him to death. Or undeath. 

When she had spun on her heel and thrown the elixir to Halsin she hadn’t really been thinking too much beyond the immediate threat and how to keep her companions alive. Hadn’t been thinking about what the “after” of their fight would leave her with. So when the fight was over and that line of thinking evaporated she was chagrined and thrilled to realize what she was left with was a druid of colossal size and embarrassingly damp panties. 

Halsin had been huge before but now the sight of him was enough to break her brain a little bit. 

His hand could completely engulf her head and the thought alone was enough to have her lashes fluttering, her breath whooshing out of her in a pained sigh. And when she imagined his enormous cock, well, it was best she didn’t think too hard about that till she was safely ensconced in her tent that was for certain. 

Her companions may have joked from time to time about climbing Mount Halsin but actually seeing him so…engorged, had even the wittiest among them speechless, tongues dry behind their teeth. He was very good natured about it of course, the man didn’t seem to let anything phase him. He excused himself after they decided to camp for the night, the tenor of his voice deeper than usual and each step as he left camp was like a gentle tremor that climbed up her legs and tapped insistently at her clit. 

When her companions scattered to their own bedrolls for some much needed rest and he still hadn’t returned, Tav's mind began to worry. It wasn’t like anything out in the wilderness would be a challenge for him to deal with in his current state but still the worry gnawed at her. Isolation could be just as dangerous to one’s mental wellbeing as an enemy was to the physical form after all.

With this thought in mind she shoved her lust to the side and went to find him. It didn’t take her long. Halsin was down by the water’s edge, sitting on the sand and gazing out at where Tav was surprised to see stars twinkling down from a nearly cloudless sky.  

When he turns to see her a kind smile breaks across his face and Tav’s worry dissipates in its warmth. 

“It’s late,” she says chidingly when she’s close. She climbs a large rock to put them on more even ground, sitting on the edge of the damp stone closest to him and letting her legs dangle over the water. 

Halsin hums in agreement. “I find myself overwhelmed,” he says softly. “Overwhelmed and grateful for this chance to see these lands begin to heal. For once I think my rest will not be found in my meditations but here, watching the fruits our labors unfold.” 

Gods, even the way he spoke had a sexy appeal that left her heart hammering in her chest. “Right,” she says skeptically, “I guess. You could just say you’re too excited to sleep. Or trance or whatever.” 

Halsin laughs and shrugs. “I suppose I could.” When she meets his eyes there’s something in them she doesn’t recognize immediately but it warms her clear down to her toes. “You have a gift for seeing to the heart of things. A trait you share with Karlach I feel. One could learn a lot from seeing the world as you do.” 

Tav feels herself blush though she’s not sure why. She coughs. “Ah, right, well. Thanks. Myself, I quite like to smoke a little flower to help me relax if I can’t sleep. Something I’m sure you’re acquainted with.” 

“Indeed,” he agrees. “The stresses of leadership can take their toll and as Archdruid I became well acquainted with medicinal herbs to soothe the mind when rest was beyond my reach.” He gives a thoughtful hum. “Pity I left my pipe behind.” 

“Oh I don’t know,” says Tav slyly pulling out a familiar pipe from the small pouch at her hip. 

Halsin laughs, a booming thing that vibrates low in Tav’s belly. “How did you–?”

She fans a hand out and wiggles her fingers with a grin. “Sticky fingers I’m afraid.” She digs in her pouch a little more until she pulls out a little snuff box the size of her thumb and a match. “I snagged it after talking with Lettie, I honestly didn’t have a whole lot of faith you were still alive.” 

With the skill of someone who is well acquainted with the action she packs and lights the pipe, sucking at the stem till she feels the familiar curl of smoke burn in her throat. She turns to offer it to him but realizes his predicament in the same breath he declines with a rueful smile.  

“Too small for these fingers,” he tells her. If he notices how her dark eyes seem to zero in on his hands for a beat too long he is gracious enough not to shame her for it. 

Tav, as is her nature, puts zero thought into the consequences before she offers the easiest solution that pops in her tadpole’d brain. “Come here then. Let me show you how it’s done in the Gate.” 

Halsin stares at her but she beckons him closer impatiently until he complies. 

“Come on, scaredy cat.” She sucks at the pipe for a long moment before she pulls his face close and puts her lips close to his, tapping at his bottom lip till he opens his mouth and she breathes the smoke between his lips. When he sucks it in her lips graze his, only lightly, like the brush of a feather. 

She lingers then, checking his expression and the moment seems to slow down and draw out as if they’re locked in a slowing spell. This close she gets her first real look at the peculiar shade of his eyes and what was once a harmless way to share a little smoke between friends turns into something heavier, charged. 

Leaning back she sucks at the pipe again, a shorter puff to give herself something to do before she opens her fat mouth and says something insane. Halsin breathes out the smoke slowly, turning his gaze from watching her to instead watch the curl of smoke twist and dissipate in the evening air. 

“Inventive,” he says, voice a tad rougher than he normally speaks. 

Humming in assent she smiles, enjoying the pleasant buzz that hums along her frayed nerves, soothing the disjointed clamor of her thoughts. “I wasn’t sure about you,” she confesses after a beat. He looks at her with interest. “The other druids in the grove were so…” she trails off, weighing her words. She settles on frankness. “Rude. Possessive of their time, their grove. Willing to follow Khaga rather than risk speaking up against each other. Even after you came back I tried talking to them but besides the few that were relieved most were more than glad to see the back of me and ballsy enough to say it to my face.” 

Halsin frowns but lets her continue. 

“I was worried you were going to turn out to be the same. Sure, you accepted the tieflings and all but, still, I wondered when your patience was going to snap. We’re not exactly the most cohesive group on our best days. You surprised me though. You take everything as it comes and never lose sight of what you want while sticking to your scruples. It’s admirable.” 

Maybe it’s the way the moonlight shines in his eyes or maybe it’s the flower working its magic, untangling her tongue but she pushes on, a light flush suffusing her cheeks. 

“You’ve become something of a hero to me. Someone I can aspire to be like, especially now. With the bloody cult and all. Gods and curses and monsters. You’re someone I can look at and be reminded that, even against these absurd, impossible odds, I don’t have to lose sight of myself. You look at me and it’s like you really see me. See the me that I want to see in myself. I, uh, I’ve never had that before.” She breaks off with a rueful chuckle. “Sorry, I just had to say it. It’s just…I’m really glad you’re here is all.” She rubs the back of her neck and looks away from his stare. 

A finger as large as her wrist brushes her chin and her gaze snaps back to his in surprise. 

“I feel the same.” He swallows and Tav tracks the movement before meeting his eyes again, feeling something like anticipation welling up within her. “About you. Before you came to the grove I had all but lost sight of who I was. Being Archdruid consumed me so entirely I had…cast off who I was. It didn’t seem to matter, not when so many things needed doing, people needed the skills and diplomacy of the First Druid, not me. It’s been a long time, longer than I like to think about, since I had a…friend. Someone I could just enjoy the company of without the distance of my station playing some role.”

“Sounds lonely.” 

“Yes. It was. You pay me a high compliment, calling me a pillar to look to but it is you, my friend, who has been my guiding light. You showed me that ‘Halsin’ still has value, beyond the title and everything else. It means a great deal to me, what you’ve given me. You mean a great deal to me.” 

Tav shrugs a shoulder, lopsided smile bashful in the face of such open praise. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” It’s a crude attempt at brushing off the heavy feeling that has settled over the moment but Halsin’s eyes crinkle at the corners, charmed. Producing another match she gestured with the now-cold pipe, “Another hit?” 

Halsin’s chest expands as he takes in a slow breath, as if conflicted and thinking too hard about it. Tav, who has perhaps never thought too hard about anything in her entire life, ‘tsk’s’ with a teasing smile and lights the pipe, sucking on the lip of the stem. Holding the smoke in she gives him a challenging look, smirking when he draws closer. 

Emboldened by the lingering intimacy from their conversation and her own burgeoning tangle of feelings and lust, Tav grasps his chin with both hands and plants her lips against the seam of his firmly, releasing the air and smoke from her lungs into his mouth when he sucks in a surprised gasp. She lingers there, eyes shut and consumed with the warmth of his lips against hers before reluctantly pulling away. 

His eyes are shut tight and she feels a twinge of guilt for the way he holds himself so still and tense. “Was that alright?” She asks quietly, wondering which would destroy her first, the rejection or the disappointment. 

But the druid surprises her. “Yes,” he utters, eyes opening at last. “I am only disappointed my current form is not well suited for returning the gesture.” 

Tav has a sudden vision of being suffocated by those lips. A warm wet tongue the size of her face gliding over her body and she shivers with want. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips and his eyes flick to her mouth to watch it closely. “I wouldn’t say that.” 

A muscle in Halsin’s jaw twitches as he clenches his teeth together, the pupils of his eyes swelling and she breathes out slowly, suddenly acutely aware of their proximity. 

“You’re not shy about what you want,” he breathes with a smile. “I like that.” 

Tav’s expression turns wry. “You say that now,” she mutters. 

Before Halsin can think of how to respond to a loaded statement like that she leaps off the boulder she’d been sitting on and approaches him. She doesn’t hide the way she stares at his body. The way her eyes trail along his massive legs while she steps between them. The way they linger on his hands, the expanse of his chest, and trail scorchingly up his neck to his face. 

“The pipe is nice but I know of even better ways to relax.” 

Halsin’s chuckle rumbles in the night air. “An intriguing if unwise notion.” 

Tav’s expression turns coy, her smile sly. “Is it so unwise to embrace the unexpected opportunities we’re afforded? I’m just ‘seizing the moment’.” The look he cuts her at parroting words he once spoke to her sizzles along her skin. 

“I had hoped to take the time to broach the subject of my affections for you before we–”

“Oh, we’re past broached, Halsin.” 

“I could crush you.”

“You won’t,” she says dismissively and then, “I’d very much like to touch you. If you’ll allow me.” 

His stomach clenches with equal parts anticipation and uneasiness. He nods. 

She trails a hand along his thigh. It’s so small but burns through the leather of his trousers and he shifts, releasing a sigh. It takes her less time than he’s expecting to reach the apex of his thighs and when she runs her palms down the straining seam of his pants where his cock lies trapped and swollen he breathes in sharply. 

She checks his expression and must see the reservation in them because she stops, removing her hands. “Do you want me to stop?” 

“I don’t think y–”

“Yes or no, druid. I won’t be offended.” She cants her head to the side in thought. “Disappointed maybe.” 

The muscle in his jaw jumps again and when he swallows the bob of his throat sends a thrill up her spine. She’s definitely playing with fire but she’s never been particularly good at denying herself when she has her mind set on something. And burying her face in the slit of cock is very much on the forefront of her brain. 

“No,” he says finally. 

Tav grins. “We can stop anytime you wish.” Tugging on the laces of his breeches she pulls the leather away and she comes face to eye with the largest dick she could have ever imagined. To call him proportionate would be doing him a disservice, he was clearly very well endowed, colossus elixir notwithstanding.  

Using her hands to ease him from his breeches completely she feels her cunt give a needy throb at the weight of it. Holding it with both hands the girth is wider than the fattest part of her thigh and she runs her hands from the base to the tip experimentally. His foreskin is impossibly soft and loose enough she adds more pressure to her grip and salivates as it glides down easily revealing the flushed head of his glans. 

He shifts, his breathing turning heavy when she lowers her face and licks at the slit. She probes and suckles, moving across the smooth skin eagerly while she caresses and strokes the shaft. When precum beads at the tip she licks it away and hums appreciatively at the salty taste. His musk is overwhelming, intoxicating. 

Sucking his loose foreskin into her mouth, twisting her tongue against it, running her hands over every exposed inch of him she smiles against his erection when he groans, gasping and needy. It resonates in the air and she flexes her thighs together to ease the wet need that beats between her legs. 

He allows her to indulge herself for only so long before, trembling with immense effort, he asks her to stop. Immediately removing herself she backs up a step but gives him a searching look.“Are you certain?” 

Running a hand down his face Halsin works at controlling his erratic breathing. “I am. My control is…not what it should be. In my current state, I cannot promise to be able to contain myself. I will not risk your safety, no matter how your touch ignites me.” 

Wiping a slick streak of precum from her chin and licking it from her finger she almost misses the way his eyes flash gold while he tracks the movement. “Another time then,” she says with an easy smile. “Whenever you’re ready.” She turns, as if to leave, but Halsin can smell her arousal. The scent of it makes his mouth water. 

“Wait. Do not suppose I am an inconsiderate lover. I would taste you tonight, beneath the light of the waning moon.” 

Tav cannot help the gasp this pulls from her, nor the throb of desire that starts at her cunt and spreads like branching roots through her body, lighting every nerve on fire. “I would like that.” Her voice thrums with want. “Very much.” 

“Then come here to me,” he beckons. 

She steps closer and nearly swoons as the palm of his hand scoops her up. He is gentle as he brings her close and with his other hand he gently thumbs open the clasp of her robe. Underneath she is bare and the cool night air prickles at her skin, pebbling the dusky mauve of her nipples into stiff peaks. 

“Perfect,” he murmurs and the intensity of his gaze sends the blood rushing to the surface of her skin in a hot wave. 

He holds her to his face, running his nose from the thatch of dark hair between her legs to her chest. When he slots his mouth over her bosom, the warm wet mass of his tongue flicking and curling against each breast she moans, letting her head fall back. She holds his face and presses further against his exploring touch with wanton abandon. 

When his tongue retreats she whines, her legs falling open desperately. He smiles through the blazing hunger and takes his time mouthing her soft flesh with careful attentiveness. Halsin’s tongue swipes down one leg to her feet and she feels her mind go brittle at the edges when he sucks the entire foot into his mouth. Engulfing her foot he continues to sup and the suction of it has her writhing and eager in his hand. Treating her other leg to the same treatment is too much and her hand dives between her legs to sooth the apex of her desire. 

Halsin’s eyes, black as the night sky behind him flash gold and for a second his teeth look sharper, his expression wild. He plucks her hands away and this time when she widens her legs her cunt is met with probing wet warmth of his tongue and she cries out, shrill and breathy. 

Possessing an infinite amount of patience he laps at the damp lips between her legs at a slow, rhythmic pace driving her feral. The heels of her feet find purchase on his forearm and at the next swipe of his tongue she thrusts her hips to meet it, groaning when it presses against her clit with an insane amount of pressure. 

Her breathing comes in gasps and pants, her eyes half lidded with need. “Please,” she babbles, nearly sobbing. “Please, H-Halsin, m-more, please!” 

Holding her against his mouth firmly he swirls his tongue between the lips of pussy and she keens, roughly palming her own breasts and arching her back. It’s too much, it’s not enough. Her orgasm flickers in and out of her reach. With the rough flat of his tongue he licks and gently suckles and her body shakes. 

“Gods!”

Pressing the tip of his tongue to her cunt he rolls the muscle there in a continuous undulation that has her gripping at her own hair, her back bowed. 

The taste of her arousal, the scent of her musk, the salt of her body pulls an appreciative groan from his throat. The vibration shivers across her clit and she reaches her climax with a lust drunk wail that cracks through the night air. 

Removing his mouth from her body she lies limp, flushed dark and muscles trembling.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, voice rasping. “That was,” she struggles to return her breathing to something approaching normal. “That was incredible.” The look she gives him is awed, sated. “You are incredible.” 

Halsin grins. She thought he might set her down but instead he brings her to his chest and she leans into the heat of his body gratefully. Exhaustion tugs at her but she’d rather bask in the bliss, snuggled into him. She nuzzles at his neck, reaching up a hand to run the flat of her palm against the edge of his tattoo that curls around his throat.     

“Sleep,” he murmurs, the sound of his voice as lulling as the steady beat of his heart against her ear.

“I don’t want to miss this,” she complains, turning her face into his bare skin and pressing a kiss there. 

He chuckles, warm and rich. “We have plenty of time. Rest.” 

So she does.

That's All Folks!

[reeseykins]

Backend of Forever

Ellesime (Durge) resists her longing for both Astarion and Halsin when she unearths the truth of her murderous parentage, intent on saving the two elves she cares for the most from her inner darkness. After defeating the Netherbrain, and a drunken confession one night, Astarion and Halsin make a coordinated move. The three finally come together, all quite aware that this isn't just casual sex, but the beginning of something greater. See this on Archive for notes. ~6k words. Tags: Explicit; Threesome - F/M/M; Angst and Hurt/Comfort; Angst with a Happy Ending; Porn with Feelings; Porn With Plot; Sharing; Blood Drinking; Bisexual Male Character; Trauma; Blow Jobs; Penetration; Double Penetration; Double Vaginal Penetration

Snippet from the middle when it starts getting sexy:

“Darling, we’ve been talking,” he leaned in conspiratorially, gesturing to himself and Halsin. Halsin placed the small plate he had retrieved from the kitchen on the table across from them, then sat down gently next to her, filling up all the remaining room on the couch. He poured her a small draught of wine as Astarion stretched his arm out onto the back of the couch, not quite touching her yet subtly drawing them tighter together.

The whole thing felt strangely performative. Astarion was clearly putting on his ridiculous slut façade, and she could sense – almost feel – that Halsin was wound as tight as a spring about to be sprung.

“You wouldn’t believe what we’ve been discussing,” Astarion continued. He flashed her a smile, but his persona faltered when their eyes met. “Well, we’ve been talking about, well….about you, as a matter of fact.” He glanced at Halsin, calling him in for backup.

“We both think of you often.” Halsin started. When she turned to look, she was surprised at the intensity in his eyes, and how his chest rose and fell with every deep, nervous breath. “We talked about how both of us thought that you….well, that you….” Halsin started to stumble over his words, seeming like a much younger and more inexperienced elf than she knew him to be.

They ended up speaking over each other clumsily. Astarion said something about how magnificent she was, while Halsin made a comparison of her beauty to some obscure (but apparently lovely?) creature. They laughed together awkwardly for a second, and as quiet started to descend Halsin made a declaration.

“We want you. More than anything.”

Ellesime thought that defeating the Netherbrain would be the end for her. In fact, she hadn’t thought much beyond that – she almost welcomed death, which felt fitting after the truth about her dark heritage had finally been revealed to her. But death didn’t come for her – at least, not a second time in as many months.

The first few weeks after were a blur. Everywhere she went people bought her drinks, or gave her a hearty slap on the back, or offered her whatever small token or treasure they happened to have handy. One young mother handed Elle her baby. She obviously didn’t know that the woman now holding her precious child had once roamed Baldur’s Gate, gutting the innocent for no reason other than to sate her lust for murder and blood.

She tried to push those thoughts away. All of her friends were thinking about the future – she needed to stop thinking about her past, especially since most of it was lost to her anyways.

For the first week her remaining friends stayed close. Wyll and Karlach were in Avernus, and Lae’zel had ridden off on the back of a red dragon to bring down Vlaakith, but the remaining troupe were there with her, seemingly as loathe to leave each other’s company as she was.

Jaheira and Minsc, old veterans and their newest traveling companions, said their goodbyes first.  That was the impetus for Gale to get moving; he set out for Waterdeep the next day, anxious to put some distance between himself and the lure of the Netherstones, which were still out there in the harbor. Shadowheart lingered a few days more, but eventually she, too, said her goodbyes, and left Baldur’s Gate with her parents to start making up for lost time.

That left Halsin and Astarion. She knew they each had business elsewhere that they were eager to get to, but they stayed. Elle didn’t push them for an explanation. Being completely alone with her thoughts was not something she was looking forward to.

***

Over the past months she had developed a bond with the two elves, especially in the early days of their adventures together when she had almost no memory of her past at all. Being elven herself, and nearly 240 years of age, she had found their company the most comfortable – her heritage was essentially the only thing she knew about herself with certainty.

Astarion was incorrigible and a terrible flirt. Although clearly a rake and a tease, she knew there was more to him, and she found his charisma endearing. She allowed him to feed on her, which felt much more intimate than she anticipated, but before it could become something more, Astarion started to draw back. He confessed that he had been trying to manipulate her and was ashamed of it. Forgiving him came naturally to her, and from then on, they were almost never apart. Any potential romance they might have had mellowed. The attraction was still there, but they both took a step back from it, letting it simmer just under the surface.

Then Halsin joined their unlikely band. He was guarded, at first, quiet and thoughtful, but as he traveled with them, he slowly started to let down his stoic façade. Elle found him easy to talk to, full of interesting stories that distracted her from everything else. Many nights, she stayed up around the campfire, her, Halsin, and Astarion, sharing a bottle of whatever wine they could get their hands on, talking into the wee hours of the morning.

Of course, his personality wasn’t the only thing about Halsin she liked. She had to catch herself, far too many times, from letting her eyes linger on his muscled arms, or his broad chest, or the bulging muscles in his thighs when he stood up. She caught Astarion ogling him once, although he was trying hard to seem nonplussed. She teased him later and they laughed and laughed, then Astarion tried to make her blush by describing, in lewd detail, what they could both do to him if they were so inclined.  

But then the urge reared its murderous, vile head. She was able to ignore it, at first, but it tugged at her constantly, whispering in her ear, to murder, murder, murder. It was an itch on the bottom of her foot she didn’t want to scratch.  And when she finally did, when she killed that poor tiefling bard in cold blood, deep disgust take root inside her.

She closed herself off, locked herself up tight, and crammed all of it down deep. There was no room for romance, or even for lust or simple sex – she wouldn’t tarnish these people she cared so much about with her depravity.

Halsin and Astarion gave her space. She kept it from them at first, and she could tell they were puzzled by her sudden change. They orbited her, like distant planets around a star, watching. She stopped staying up with them at night and retired to her tent when everyone else went to sleep.

As she forced herself away, she saw them grow closer. They still gathered around the fire, and once she saw Astarion’s hand come to rest gently on Halsin’s thigh. Another time, Halsin brushed a stray lock of white hair behind Astarion’s ear.

Good, she thought. Focus on each other. Forget me.

She did a decent job of convincing herself that she was fine with the way things were, and that she would never—could never—have anything with either of them, when the time came to face Orin. She defeated her treacherous sister and defied her Father, her God, Bhaal. And she paid the ultimate price.

Shadowheart sat with her and held her close when they had returned to camp that night, her touch grounding Elle.

“We all thought we’d lost you.”

“I know.”

Shadowheart paused and wet her lips, pondering something.

“I’ve never seen Astarion or Halsin like that.”

Elle’s head shot up from its place on Shadowheart’s shoulder. “Like what?”

She paused again, thoughtfully. “Astarion screamed. Halsin was weeping. When the barriers came down, they both ran to you. I thought they were going to fight over who was going to pick you up, but then they both just crumpled over you. They were in a sorry state when Withers arrived.”

Elle hadn’t been sure how to process that information. She ended that night looking for the two of them, almost feverish, suddenly hopeful. Maybe now she could tell them how she felt, now that the evil part of her had been purged. It would all be right. She would tell them adored them both and didn’t want to picture a day without them, that she wanted to kiss them and love them and break them apart into tiny pieces as she fucked them into oblivion.

Then she found them. Naked, tangled together, Halsin’s arm wrapped around to hold Astarion up against him as he took him from behind. She turned back to her tent, alone, and didn’t speak of it to them. Then, or ever.  

***

After their victory, the two elves stayed close. Halsin accompanied her during the day as she wandered somewhat listlessly through the streets, unsure what to do with herself, and Astarion joined them as soon as the sun set.

They usually returned to the Elfsong Tavern and split a few bottles of wine between them. Since they stayed up later than the tavern would accommodate, they became accustomed to retreating to Elle’s suite to continue their revelry. Most nights she was content to just listen to the two of them, even when she was too lost in her own thoughts to contribute to their conversation.

She hadn’t expected jealousy. She thought she was too good for all that; after all, she had complete control over the whole situation and had made her choice – at least, that was what she told herself. But as she sat on her couch and watched the two elves across from her, smiling and laughing and touching each other in an all-too familiar way, she felt a darkness twist inside her, squeezing her heart. She gulped down more wine than she should have, trying desperately to quiet the hammering feeling in her head.

Then Halsin casually put a hand on Astarion’s thigh and something in her cracked in half.

With the swagger only someone on the verge of a drunken blackout could muster, she stood up and pointed viciously at them. “You two are insufferable!” She stumbled over her feet, although she hadn’t meant to move at all, and pressed her finger to Halsin’s chest. “Don’t just RUB it in my face. I know you two are together and YOU know … you fucking know,” she slurred. She turned and leveled her gaze (and her accusatory finger) at Astarion. “You know how I feel and how I couldn’t and . . .”

Her rant fell apart as she took in the sight of them, warmed with drink, shirt collars loose and exposing their chests invitingly,  beautiful eyes wide and suddenly very much locked on her. They were both just so damned gorgeous. “Gods, I would love to fuck you both stupid….”

Her memory ended there. She awoke the next morning after her meditation tucked under her covers tightly, still in all her clothes, with a walloping headache. Alone.

Maybe,she thought, I can find a nice, big rock to crawl under while I wait to die of embarrassment.

The next night, Elle perched on her couch, swirling her remaining wine around the bottom of her glass. She was lost in thought as she considered how to apologize for her ridiculous behavior and assure them it had only been the drink talking. She kept coming up short; she wasn’t comfortable lying to them.

She looked around her room and realized with a start that she was alone. She knew Halsin had gone downstairs to get the two of them some cheese and bread, but she wasn’t sure where Astarion had got off to. As if summoned, the door swung open and they filed in, Astarion in the lead. He sauntered towards her and plopped down on the couch next to her with a wry smile.

“Darling, we’ve been talking,” he leaned in conspiratorially, gesturing to himself and Halsin. Halsin placed the small plate he had retrieved from the kitchen on the table across from them, then sat down gently next to her, filling up all the remaining room on the couch. He poured her a small draught of wine as Astarion stretched his arm out onto the back of the couch, not quite touching her yet subtly drawing them tighter together.

The whole thing felt strangely performative. Astarion was clearly putting on his ridiculous slut façade, and she could sense – almost feel – that Halsin was wound as tight as a spring about to be sprung.

“You wouldn’t believe what we’ve been discussing,” Astarion continued. He flashed her a smile, but his persona faltered when their eyes met. “Well, we’ve been talking about, well….about you, as a matter of fact.” He glanced at Halsin, calling him in for backup.

“We both think of you often.” Halsin started. When she turned to look, she was surprised at the intensity in his eyes, and how his chest rose and fell with every deep, nervous breath. “We talked about how both of us thought that you….well, that you….” Halsin started to stumble over his words, seeming like a much younger and more inexperienced elf than she knew him to be.

They ended up speaking over each other clumsily. Astarion said something about how magnificent she was, while Halsin made a comparison of her beauty to some obscure (but apparently lovely?) creature. They laughed together awkwardly for a second, and as quiet started to descend Halsin made a declaration.

“We want you. More than anything.”

Elle looked back and forth between them, unable to wrap her brain around what they were saying.

“But, I thought….” She folded her hands together to try to look composed. Neither of the men spoke as they watched and waited for her to finish her thought. She felt a blush creeping up her chest to her neck as she suddenly became acutely aware of each place their bodies touched.

“I thought you two were together. I might have accidentally come upon you, that night after I…after I died.”

There was a long pause. Astarion looked like he was going to choke on his tongue.

Thankfully, Halsin jumped in. “Astarion and I were both distraught. We knew you weren’t ready for anything…intimate. So we found comfort in each other.”

 “We wanted you, the whole time. We’ve never stopped thinking about you, darling. Never.”

Elle couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“It can be, well, whatever you like,” Halsin explained earnestly. “We could just…try it, for once, and see how it goes. How you like it.”

The corners of Astarion’s lips turned upwards and he leaned in closer to her, once again playing the audacious flirt. “We know you were drunk but, how did you put it? We’d like to fuck you stupid.”

Elle’s eyes must have been wide as saucers. For a moment, the room went deathly still.

It was now, or never.

With deliberate slowness, she reached up her hand and placed it to Astarion’s cheek, cupping his face tenderly. She squeezed the top of Halsin’s thigh with her other hand, then turned and looked at him with what she hoped expressed the depth of her longing.

Astarion leaned forward and grazed his teeth over the crook of her neck just as Halsin gathered her face to his in an open-mouthed kiss.  She broke away after a long moment and turned back to the vampire, gently seeking out his mouth. Their hands were on her then, caressing her as she relished the feel of Astarion’s tongue sliding against hers.

He pulled back slowly and held her gaze with an almost overwhelming intensity. “You smell delicious. I can barely contain myself.”

To her great surprise, Halsin offered up his muscled forearm, his eyes both gentle and assured.

“Do you mind, darling? It takes the edge off.” She nodded in assent.

He sunk his teeth into Halsin’s big arm, sucking eagerly. Halsin closed his eyes and titled his head back, ever so slightly, a quiet moan escaping his lips. The feel of them so close lit her on fire, and she admired them from her close-up vantage point. One was large and muscular and darkened by days in the sun, the other lithe and pale, with the corded physique of someone used to attacking from the shadows.

Halsin’s eyes flicked open and caught her staring. She felt as if the whole world had slowed down as he leaned in again for a kiss. At first his lips were feather-light on hers, but she bent her head back and opened her mouth to him, and soon felt his tongue pressing insistently against hers.

Astarion pulled away from Halsin’s arm, satiated. “You two are gorgeous together,” he said, and Elle could feel the true admiration in the tone of his voice.

Halsin broke off their kiss and smiled at her as he slid off the couch, running his hands along Elle’s thighs and up to her hips. He hooked his fingers into her waistband and looked up expectantly, almost mischievously at her.

“May I?”

She could barely form the words but nodded vigorously. She could feel Astarion’s low chuckle resonate through his chest.

“He really is so surprising, once you get him in bed. You wouldn’t believe the size of his –”

“Astarion!” Halsin exclaimed, feigning embarrassment. It only made Elle breathe harder as Halsin peeled her leggings off and cast them aside.

She felt vulnerable, exposed, as she realized her small clothes were the only remaining barrier between them. Halsin leaned in and planted a lingering kiss on her inner thigh, then dragged his lips ever so slightly farther up her leg. At last, he moved his mouth to hover over the thin layer of fabric that blocked his access to her. He looked up at her through his eyelashes and paused.

“You are sure? You want this?”

Again, Elle found she could barely form a coherent statement. She leaned back into Astarion’s embrace and could feel his hard cock grinding against her lower back – the contrast between Astarion’s neediness and Halsin’s restraint was maddening. Halsin hovered below, his mouth mere inches from her. She mustered all her composure, but her words still came out sounding like a ragged mess.

“Oh gods, yes, please!”

She could feel, more than see, his smile as he pressed his mouth up against her through her undergarments. Just as his mouth closed over her, Astarion ran his palm up over her cheek and twisted her face towards his, lips parted and searching for hers. Their tongues touched, and then Astarion let out a groan as he leaned in to give her a deeper kiss. It was more frantic than before, messier and with more teeth, and she loved every moment of it. He tugged off her shirt, only breaking their kiss for a second as he lifted it over her head and quickly found her mouth again.

Halsin hooked his fingers inside her underwear and tugged ever so slightly, pulling them away from her playfully. The feel of the cloth on her clit, now wet from Halsin’s kiss, made her buck her hips up involuntarily. Finally, after teasing her through fabric for what felt like forever, he pulled them aside and dove in, his tongue lapping deeply into her.

To her great embarrassment, she let out a surprised squeak. Astarion laughed into their kiss, then whispered in her ear. “You like that, don’t you? You don’t even know the half of what we’ve been planning for you.”

Halsin didn’t let up, his tongue moving up and down, left and right, constantly twirling and twisting and keeping her guessing as to what was coming next. She leaned back and rolled her body, desperate for more of his broad tongue. Astarion was rock hard against her, grinding insistently.

“How does she taste?” Astarion asked.

Halsin paused and looked up, glassy eyed, gaze flicking between the two of them, and then suddenly he was stretching up, capturing Astarion’s mouth with his own in a passionate kiss.

“What do you think?”

Astarion licked his bottom lip deliberately and smiled. “Delicious.”

Elle’s stomach fluttered as she melted backwards into Astarion’s embrace.

Halsin was quick to move back to his previous position. He slipped off her underwear in one deft, fluid motion, then put his hands on her inner thighs and spread her legs wide. She felt embarrassed as he exposed her utterly, but the feeling faded when she looked down and saw Halsin’s hungry stare. She hooked her leg over his shoulder as he dove in, his mouth ravishing her with licks and nips and kisses until she was arching backwards again in Astarion’s lap.

Astarion slipped a hand down and coated two fingers in her wetness in between Halsin’s long, slow licks. He gently began to rub at her clit, circling it slowly. She was overwhelmed with feeling – the feel of Astarion behind her, his hands on her; Halsin’s strong hands pressing open her thighs, his tongue darting to and fro and then inside of her teasingly.

Finally, Halsin sucked her lips into his mouth and nibbled her clit gently, sending her over the edge. Astarion squeezed her breasts as she came. She tried so hard to muffle her long, loud orgasm, tried to bury her face in Astarion’s neck, but her whole body was vibrating, and she could barely keep it in. At some point, she realized, she had wrapped her legs around Halsin’s shoulders and pinned him in place.

“Sorry –” she started, as she unhooked her ankles from behind Halsin’s head.

“Do not apologize,” Halsin said as he stood. Elle scooted forward on the couch, giving Astarion some room to sit up. She couldn’t hide the stupid grin that spread over her face.

“Are you still up for some more, darling, or did we wear you out already?” Astarion asked. He was playing coy, but she could tell his request for confirmation was serious.

She leaned back and gave him a deep kiss, then nipped at his earlobe as she pulled away and hopped up, quickly twining her arms around Halsin’s neck.

Astarion rose from the couch and sandwiched her between them, his hands roving down her back to her unclothed thighs, then back up to squeeze her round bottom. Halsin leaned down to kiss her, practically folding over her to bring his lips to hers. Somewhere along the way, she noticed, Halsin had taken off his shirt.

Astarion leaned in, kissing along her shoulder, and the two elves looked over her shoulder and found each other’s mouths again. This time Astarion seemed to dominate as he angled his face upwards to meet Halsin’s. Although the druid towered over them both, somehow Elle could feel his surrender as he relaxed in her arms and into Astarion’s relentless kiss.

When they finally parted lips, Halsin wrapped his arms around her and hoisted her into his arms. A moment later and she was on the large bed, her auburn hair flying everywhere around her. She laughed – no, giggled – feeling lighter than she had in ages.

 “It’s time for me to return the favor. If that’s alright with you two,” she said. She was sure her ridiculous grin was not giving off the self-assured confidence she was trying to project.

It didn’t seem to matter. The two looked almost feral as she reached out to rub them through their trousers.

“I like watching you two together,” she continued mischievously as she began working at the laces. They took her suggestion immediately; Astarion reached out and gripped at Halsin’s chest hair, as Halsin reached around him and grabbed a handful of Astarion’s ass. As they played with each other, she freed Astarion from his trousers and without so much as a warning swallowed him whole.

Astarion cried out and bucked his hips involuntarily, forcing his cock to the back of her throat. Elle hummed around it as she slid up and down, wetting it thoroughly so she could take it all the way in again. She fumbled with the laces on Halsin’s trousers with her free hand.

“A little help?” she asked, in between taking Astarion’s cock in her mouth.

Halsin hurried to oblige and pulled off his pants with a few swift tugs. She reached for him with her hand, still pumping her mouth up and down Astarion, and then turned to stretch her mouth around the tip of Halsin’s cock, grasping Astarion in her hand.

Halsin reached out and tentatively cupped the back of her head. Astarion was holding back too, clearly trying very hard not to buck into her hand.

“I’m not made of glass, boys. Don’t hold back. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

“If you’re sure?” Astarion asked, searching her expression.

She could feel Halsin shudder with anticipation. “We’d never . . . want you to do . . . something you didn’t want to,” he managed to sputter out, clearly distracted by her tight grip on his cock.

“I know – I trust you both completely. I want this – so much.” She could see them both let out a deep breath and relax, and she honestly loved them both a little more in that moment.

With that out of the way, she tugged them both a little and encouraged them to inch closer to her. As they shuffled on their knees into place, she brought the tips of both cocks up to her lips and swirled her tongue along them, looking up at them through her eyelashes coquettishly.

She kept her eyes on them as she drew them both into her mouth. Halsin had to remove his hand from kneading Astarion’s ass and steady himself on the smaller elf’s shoulder. Astarion leaned into him and ran his hand down over Elle’s soft hair before grabbing a handful at the roots.

Her lips stretched, almost a little too much, but their reaction was well worth it. Astarion’s shoulders slumped, and he let out a drawn-out moan, as Halsin threw his head back, eyes closed, in bliss.

She took turns, quickly drawing one of them into her mouth and then switching to the other, her hands never leaving them. She pressed the tips of their cocks together again and swirled her tongue over them and around, once, twice, then licked a stripe down Astarion’s cock and back up and over, down Halsin’s.

They let out a short stream of curses and she felt wildly pleased with herself. She leaned in to kiss Halsin right where his leg met his abdomen, peppering a line of quick kisses down until she buried her face in the space between his leg and his balls.

She felt Astarion move, and when she looked up she found him closer to her, eyes practically gleaming with delight as he took up a position down next to her.

“Didn’t we talk about doing this once, way back when?” he said, as he opened his mouth wide and let Halsin’s cock graze the tip of his tongue. Elle hummed in confirmation as she drew one of Halsin’s balls into her mouth. Halsin tossed his head back again, trying to hide his enormous grin.

She angled herself so she could continue teasing him, licking and sucking on his balls, as Astarion deftly sucked Halsin in to his mouth and all the way down. Halsin fisted his hand into Astarion’s hair roughly and fucked into the vampire’s mouth until he gagged. Astarion looked almost triumphant as he slid his mouth off the larger man with a pop.

Elle took over from him and drew Halsin into her mouth and to the back of her throat with a grunt. After a minute, Astarion took another turn, and she went back to licking playfully from underneath.

“Gods, you two,” Halsin moaned, his hands scrabbling to touch as much of them as he could while still staying upright. “I don’t – I can’t – I don’t want to come like this,” he confessed breathily.

Astarion pulled off, his lips curling devilishly with delight, and pulled himself upright to whisper something quietly into Halsin’s ear. Elle could hear Halsin hum with affirmation, and then they both turned their eyes to her. She had the sudden feeling of being their prey, and gods be damned if she didn’t want to be caught.

“Let us fuck you,” Halsin rumbled. Something about Halsin – normally so measured and polite – using such language made her burn inside.

She stretched herself out on the bed and curled her finger to them.

“Come and take me,” she said. It should have sounded silly, but she suddenly felt like a goddess as the two of the most gorgeous men she had ever encountered lavished her with affection.

They laid down on either side of her, hands roving over her skin, lips meeting fleetingly and then moving on to kiss every part of her they could reach. Finally, Halsin put a hand on her right hip and rolled her onto her left side, then gripped her waist tightly and shimmied her backwards towards him. The feel of his larger body spooning her, his strong arms encouraging her to arch back towards him, was blissful. Astarion laid along her, facing her, and captured her mouth in a deep kiss. She was distracted by the overwhelming feeling of the two of them surrounding her – their heat, their weight, the tangle of limbs and hands and bodies.

Halsin nudged his cock in between her legs, and she let out a short gasp as she felt the tip nudge against her entrance. She arched her back, coaxing him forward, and he pushed himself in slightly with a loud groan. Astarion broke away from plundering Elle’s mouth and chuckled.

“How does that feel, darling?” he purred.

“Incredible –” Elle moaned

“Amazing –” Halsin rumbled.

All three of them started to laugh, most of all Astarion.

“I was asking Elle! But I’m glad to know what I’ve got to look forward to,” he smiled, and nibbled her neck playfully. She could feel Halsin’s breath stutter with a choked off laugh, but then he gripped her hip hard again and pushed himself in, bottoming out. She let out a quick noise of surprise.

“I’m sorry – gods, I am so sorry . . .” he fumbled.

“Halsin, shut up and fuck me.”

He did not disappoint. At first, he fucked her slowly, deeply, pulling back and then plunging all the way in. She moaned in rhythm with his thrusts, relished every inch of him. His slow, steady pace left her panting for more. She wiggled her ass up against him and pushed herself back onto his thick cock, trying to encourage him to pick up his pace. His lips brushed lightly over her shoulder and he pumped in more forcefully, rocking the two of them in unison.

Astarion propped himself up on his arm and tangled his other hand into Halsin’s hair impishly. The older elf hummed his approval at the touch and twisted his face up to catch another kiss from him over Elle’s shoulder. Astarion broke away and grinned down at Elle.

“May I have a turn?”

Elle nodded, and before she knew it Halsin had pulled out of her completely, leaving her feeling empty and oh-so-wanting. With a gentle push, they encouraged her to roll over onto her right side, mirroring the position she was just in, but this time with her backside flush against Astarion and her face in Halsin’s broad chest.

Halsin wasted no time as he gathered her breasts in his hands and lavished them with kisses. She could feel Astarion adjust, and then the sensation of his hard cock was there, replacing that feeling of fullness she was desperate for. She was dripping wet from all the attention she had received, and he slid right into her, fully seating himself deep inside her in one quick movement.

Astarion sucked a breath in through his teeth and let out a quiet moan. He stilled, holding himself there, and she clenched and fluttered around him, teasing him with the sensation.

“I think you’ve stunned him speechless,” Halsin smiled, laughter apparent in his voice. Elle watched Halsin’s expression as he peeked over her shoulder at their now-quiet companion. Astarion took a deep, slow breath and pressed his forehead to the spot between her shoulder blades, and she saw Halsin’s smile fade.

“Astarion, love, come back to us,” Halsin murmured as he reached over to pet his arm. Elle turned ever so slightly and kissed his upper arm, the only part of him she could reach in this position.

“We can stop, we don’t have to keep going. You’re incredible Astarion, I only want what you want.” After a long pause, he pulled back his head from its resting spot, his glassy, distant look fading away. He bucked against Elle, eliciting a surprised moan from her, and smiled in an utterly genuine way she hadn’t seen before.

“You two are just…too good to me,” he said, and Elle could feel the tension in him unwind. “I want this so much – you feel so tight, I just…needed a minute. To get out of my own head.”

Halsin leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then pressed one quickly to Elle’s cheek as he settled back down against her. Astarion fucked into her urgently, his sharp hip bones bouncing against her in a way she was sure would leave bruises the next day. After a few minutes, he slid an arm around her middle and held her closely as he continued to take her from behind. Halsin stayed close, vigilant, running a gentle hand up and down her body, then switching to stroke Astarion’s arm just as reverently.

Her body was on fire. She was sure she looked an absolute mess by now, covered in sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead and her neck, but she didn’t care. She arched her head back in pleasure as Astarion continued to stuff her full, and Halsin trailed kisses up from her breasts to her neck, stealing the breath from her lungs. Although she was sandwiched between her two elven lovers all she could think was that she wanted more, more, more.

Astarion’s thrusts stuttered, then seemed to slow and pump into her more deliberately. Both Halsin and Elle could clearly sense that he was on the edge.

Elle wasn’t even sure where the words came from, but she started to babble a mix of encouragement and filth, begging for him to fill her with his release. It was meant for Astarion, but Halsin was driven just as mad; when she reached her hand down to stroke his cock, she realized he had a hand wrapped around it already and was pumping furiously.

Astarion pressed forward, as deep as he could go inside her, and let out a clipped yelp as he spilled himself inside her. The feel of it filling her made her insides clench and release, and she shivered. His heavy breathing calmed after a long moment, and he pressed kisses along her shoulders as he slipped out of her.

She noticed that Halsin had stopped stroking himself when Astarion came – Elle could feel his hardness slide up against her thigh, leaving a trail of dampness, and was amazed by his restraint. He ran a finger down her jawbone and stared deeply into her eyes. “How else can we please you? Should I take you from behind, on your knees? Or maybe…” he trailed off and ground himself against her suggestively. Astarion sucked in a breath and held it as Halsin continued. “Maybe you could take both of us at once?”

She couldn’t control how fast her heart started beating, nor could she stop the wordless moan that escaped from deep in her throat.

“Is that a yes, darling?” Astarion whispered to her, loud enough for Halsin to hear.

“Gods, yes!”

Halsin crushed his lips against hers, tongue pressing into her mouth ravenously, and he jerked his hips against her again, punctuating his need.

“I may need a minute, but I’m sure you two can stay occupied while I get ready.” Astarion’s voice was sing-songy and flirtatious again as he shuffled up on to his knees, clearing more room for them to maneuver.

Halsin broke away from kissing her and held his large hand to her cheek. “On top of me,” he breathed. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he shifted to lay down flat on his back, guiding Elle up to straddle him backwards. She stretched her legs to either side of his and braced herself with her left hand against his chest. She reached down between them with her other hand and lined up his cock with her, then slowly sank down onto him.

When she felt like she could take no more of him, she opened her eyes (not realizing she had even closed them) and saw Astarion watching, chest heaving and mouth hanging agape. His cock was already starting to rise, hard again so quickly from watching the two of them together.

Her whole body trembled as Halsin started to languidly lift her hips and fuck up into her. In a flash of movement, Astarion was on them, his tongue pressing insistently to her clit. His clever mouth circled her, then roamed down as Halsin lifted her up and slid himself almost all the way out of her. She could feel Halsin’s low rumble of pleasure as Astarion dragged his tongue down his length, then slowly back up it, in time with his upward thrust.

Elle reached for Astarion, scrambling, until her hand found purchase in his soft, curly hair. “Get up here!”

He stood, a little unsteady with the soft bed underneath them, and took a minute to find a comfortable position amidst their tangled bodies. She felt him tentatively pressing the tip of his cock against her entrance—the stretching feeling was almost immediate and nearly overwhelming, but she wanted to feel them together so much she cried out for more. Halsin slowed, letting them adjust.

He worked his cock into her slowly, just a fraction of an inch at a time. Halsin groaned, long and loud, as Astarion’s cock lined up against his and started to push in to her. The feel of them both inside of her had her hyperventilating, lost in a fog of pleasure and pain. Their heat surrounded her, filled her.

It was impossible for Astarion to get all the way inside. Her mind was willing, but her body could only go so far. Impossibly stretched, impossibly full, impossible, impossible her mind repeated.

“That’s as far as I can go, darling,” Astarion said lowly, the effort to control himself clear in his clipped tone. “Is it alright?” His body shook with the effort of holding back, as he waited for her permission. Halsin’s grip on her waist had loosened, and she felt him gently rubbing her, soothing.

“I don’t think I can go for long but please – don’t stop.”

Astarion leaned in and captured her mouth in a kiss. She felt Halsin behind her, kissing up and down her spine, as he slowly started to move inside of her again.

“We’ve got you,” Halsin whispered reverently into her skin.

With the two of them supporting her, Halsin beneath and Astarion above, she let herself go boneless, trusting them completely with her body. Halsin rocked up slowly, pumping into her, as Astarion pulled back, careful not to come all the way out of her. They reversed, Astarion pushing in as Halsin pulled back, in perfect unison. It was slow, careful – much less frantic and wild than she expected. The kisses they covered her in felt worshipful. The room was quieter now than it had been for the past hour or more as they drank each other in.

“I’m close,” Halsin whispered, not wanting to break the spell that had fallen over them.

“Come – come – come” Elle begged. Astarion’s eyes squeezed shut and she could tell he was almost there too. Her body hummed. She couldn’t stop begging them for it, over and over.

Halsin’s hips jerked, and he let out a deep, guttural groan as he spilled inside her.  She felt its warmth filling her, and then suddenly Astarion threw back his head and moaned, thrusting slowly through his own release. She realized she had cried out as her own pleasure rippled through her.

It was an effort for them all to disengage gracefully. Astarion almost collapsed on top of them but caught himself and managed to pull himself out gently before he flopped down on the bed. Elle leaned up and let Halsin’s cock slip out, then shuffled to the side and landed on her back in between them. As she caught her breath, she threw one arm out to rest on Halsin’s chest and entwined a leg with Astarion.

It took her several long, slow breaths before she could form a coherent sentence again.

“You two are amazing. Not to mention, incredibly gorgeous together.”

She wasn’t prepared for the surprisingly soft looks both elves gave her. Her heart felt fit to burst inside her.

“We’ve only ever wanted….well, this,” Astarion said, gesturing vaguely to the three of them on the bed together.

“We’ve always wanted you here with us,” Halsin added, as he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

“Well,” she said, as she pulled the two closer. “I’m here now.” They stayed together that night, naked and entwined. For the first time in ages, Elle didn’t feel alone.

[dreamingofthewild]

Oc Meme

Thank you for tagging me @messiahzzz

B A S I C S

- Full name: Octavia Shayra Bintalzari

- Gender: Female

- Sexuality: Heteroromantic Pansexual

(Meaning she's sexually attracted to all genders, but mostly romantically attracted towards men or masculine presenting people. She only gets romantic feelings for females or female presenting people after a deep emotional connection or bond has been established).

- Pronouns: She/her

O T H E R

- Family: She has an ex-husband (arranged marriage) and a deceased long-term girlfriend (a tiefling Paladin who was also her dream guardian).

Father: A human sultan (estranged)

Mother: Politician (estranged)

Siblings: Three sisters (estranged)

- Birthplace: Calimport, Calimshan

- Job: Mercenary/ Vigilante Knight

- Phobias: Claustrophobia, Aquaphobia, Coulrophobia

- Guilty pleasures: People watching, drinking, climbing roofs to see cities from a height (especially at night), walking barefoot, experimenting in the kitchen.

- Hobbies: Playing the lute, drawing, lance board, adventuring, archery, writing, swimming.

M O R A L S

- Alignment: Chaotic Neutral/ Chaotic Good

- Sins: Lust

- Virtues: Honesty, courage, compassion, integrity, liberality, reliability, humility, preserverence, unity.

T H I S O R T H A T

- Introvert / Extrovert/ Ambivert

- Organized / Disorganized

- Close-minded / Open-minded

- Calm / Anxious / Restless

- Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between

- Cautious / Reckless / In between

- Patient / Impatient / In between

- Outspoken / Reserved / In between

- Leader / Follower / Flexible

- Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between

- Optimist / Pessimist / Realist

- Traditional / Modern / In between

- Hard-working / Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

-OTP: Gale/ Ocatavia

-Acceptable ships: Octavia/ Wyll is also acceptable. She likes and admires Wyll, but it is Gale who won her heart.

Octavia/ Shadowheart is also acceptable.

-OT3: None. She enjoys casual relationships, but when she falls in love with someone, she is monogamous.

-BROTP:

Astarion/ Octavia - Oh boy, they hated each other on Act 1. Octavia saw right through his lies and was frustrated that he wasn't truthful about anything. But when he opened up she realised that they have things in common, and she swore to protect him at all costs.

Karlach/ Octavia - Best friends from day one Karlach lights up every room. Octavia admires her opmitism, and their morals align perfectly.

-NoTP: Octavia/Halsin (She sees him as a parental figure)

Octavia/Lae'zel (they don't see eye to eye (I like Lae'zel personally, but failed to get good approval from her in this playthrough))

Tags: @klkirbles @elspethdekarios @hotnerdywizard @an-excellent-choice @the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep @sparquesblr (your excuse to info dump about seleia if you wish)

I just scrolled through my following and followers list for people who I was interested in learning about/posted their Tavs. Do not feel obliged to participate, I am happy to remove your Tag if you would like 😊

And if I didn't tag you, feel free to participate! I love reading about people's OCs. With any pairing.

Also, I know nothing of DND. So it may be a but loose lore wise.

Edit: I forgot to add the photos, duh

[celemee]

I have a need. Gortash POV - seeing Raven for the first time since he went missing.

Now you've gone and made me need this too. Here. Gortash at his inauguration, some time after him and Raven have spoken. [AO3 link]

Pairing: Male Dark Urge x Enver Gortash, background Durge/Halsin Rating: Teen Warnings: Some violent thoughts, possessiveness and jealousy, no major warnings.

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Enver Gortash observes the aftermath of his inauguration, a trusted bodyguard and Grand Duke Ravengard at his side. Only few people approach him for small talk as the hours drag on — a sign of his success, no doubt — and so there's ample time to watch the party of four elves. 

There's no denying his elation upon setting his eyes on a certain drow again, but something ugly stirs inside of him as well. 

A stupendously large elf lays a hand on the love of Enver's life. 

Not to be cut off or bitten. 

No, Raven leans into the touch. 

Raven, who was supposed to be his. The only person who had ever— something has to be done.

"Find out everything you can about that elf," Enver commands his guard through an unfaltering smile, nodding at the man whose hand still rests on Raven's shoulder. 

The towering boyfriend soon skips out of Enver’s mind, to be dealt with later, as Raven looks back at him from across the room. Eyes holding nothing but confusion where affection used to be. 

It seems the amnesia is genuine. 

A part of Enver had wondered if Raven had voluntarily stepped down. Escaped him. Perhaps sensing the ring burning in Enver's pocket and bailing before the question could be posed. 

But now the man breaks from his group, turning towards Enver with some hesitation. He darts a hand to his side, signalling his companions to stay back. 

Enver waits with bated breath, preparing for the rejection of his earlier idea. If they can’t be allies… well, he knows what he must do.

But before he can bring the thought to its tragic conclusion, Raven speaks; "A moment of your time, Archduke?" 

The honorific confirms it; he has truly forgotten. Still, a smile sneaks to his lips as he walks the man into the back room. Gesturing his anxious bodyguard and the Grand Duke to stay outside. Anticipation tingling in his neck. 

"What were we, really?" Raven asks as soon as the door shuts behind them. Folding his arms over his chest. No preamble, no small talk. The confusion has given way to cool curiosity, so much like on the day they'd first met. 

Yet, his body expresses ease. Perhaps a sense of belonging he doesn’t understand. 

If only there was a shortcut to becoming what they were — Enver wants nothing more than to capture Raven’s lips in a bruising kiss. Sneak a hand beneath his clothes and start making up for the lost time. Welcome him home.

He hasn't even sold the ring. 

But every word matters now, and every move is as good as ten of them. The lust and rage stay in their neat little corners, isolated from his level voice. "We were lovers."

Raven's brows furrow the slightest bit at that. He leans back against the wall and lets out a thoughtful hum. There's no disgust on his face, at least, and it takes a breath to banish the desire to grab him by the hips and pull. Make him remember. 

"How long?" 

"Five years."

There's a beat of silence. Nothing but a quiet inhale as the dawning realisation widens Raven's eyes, pushing through his projected calm. 

"And how long did I resist you?" 

Enver smiles at the memory. He’d picked up on Raven’s inexperience quickly and worn down his defences — but he’d been the one seduced, really. Moved into sharing his life, accepting the vulnerability for a greater gain. "A few weeks."

Raven chews on the inside of his cheeks, nodding slowly. His wordless language still the same as it ever was. Perhaps… Perhaps his body remembers what his mind has forgotten. 

"Dine with me. Let me tell you about yourself," Enver smiles, pushing his hands behind himself and squeezing his fingers white. The spikes of his gauntlet digging into his palm.

'Let me tell you about us,' he doesn't say, but Raven seems to hear it nonetheless. Uncertainty shines in his eyes. He's quiet. Unmoving. Perhaps trying to say no, were it not for the part of him that still wants to say yes to Enver. 

"Tonight?" Raven asks, biding time. 

"Yes." 

He'd make time tonight, tomorrow, any day — but Raven might talk himself out of this, and their alliance is a matter of urgency whether the man chooses it or not. 

"All right," Raven responds at last, and clears his throat. He pushes off the wall to stand straight, summoning his composure. "When?"

"At ten. Come alone. I'll meet you downstairs." Enver fights to keep the hope from his voice, but it flares to life all the same. 

[shadowmonkstone]

Fuck. Fuck fuckety fuck fuck fuck.

It’s all kicked off. Or, it’s about to. If this is my last one, tell Prim that Jayce is a massive bellend, she’s better off without him and she was right. I should never have taken that gig.

So why am I saying all that? Well, because the four of us are about to go an take on an entire bloody goblin camp.

It all started when we found our way to this Drow commander, Minthara. I swear she’s got the same lust for lopping off heads as Lae’zel but with this extra cruel streak that sends a fucking chill down my spine. While she was talking about glory to the Absolute and finding a weapon our minds connected, tadpole to tadpole. This Drow has one of the Absolute’s three top brass whispering directly in her ear so no matter how things pan out from here, we’re fucked.

But you know how I said the artefact Shadowheart had was protecting us? Mate, this time I could feel it was afraid. In a way that says ‘keep me the bloody fuck away from the Absolute’s hands’.

The Drow asked me to join her, to obey. I played the game and said I’d think about it before buggering off. The four of us needed to find somewhere to work out our next move.

Problem was, after we’d walked over a death pit full of spiders (because of course there’s a death pit full of fucking spiders) we stumbled straight into a big fuck-off hobgoblin trying to cast a speak to the dead spell on a Mindflayer corpse.

And he fucking pulled it off!

Which then threw another spanner in our plans because the stupid fucking squid recognised my stupid fucking face!

Thankfully, the hobgoblin had used up all his brainpower on casting the spell so I was able to convince him I was a True Soul and the dead squid was a lying toerag.

After that he was a bit more friendly and sent us to speak to Minthara. We took that as a good opportunity to fuck off somewhere else to work out what we had to do next.

“Where was that somewhere else?” I hear you ask. Well, it was the prison, where the goblin bastards were keeping a bear. A bear we freed and a bear that just happened to be the fucking Druid chief!

I swear this all happened and I’m not making it up.

Anyway Halsin, Druid chief who is built like a fucking oak trunk by the way, when he wasn’t talking about how wonderful it is to hug trees told us that he doesn’t know a cure. What he did know is that we have to go to a place called Moonrise Towers to find the answers, because people go in and tadpoled worshippers come out. He thinks there’s magic at work here and those towers have the answer.

Lae’zel was so fucking smug about all this. She took great delight in telling us (and Halsin) that her crèche would cure us all and Githyanki were the best blah blah blah… honestly, Kay looked like she was about to tear Lae’zel in two and I probably wouldn’t have stopped her.

Anyway, Halsin can help us but only if we help him. And we help him by killing the priestess, the Drow and the Hobgoblin. Which means the four of us taking on the whole Goblin camp together.

Lae’zel and Kay are well fucking up for this.

Wyll has his reservations.

And me? Fuck it, I’m in.

Let’s go!

[dicethrow]

How are Finns relationship with the other Origins? Any thoughts to share?

I went on a rant... it's very long sorry.

Gale

When Finn first meets Gale, his immediate reaction is to roll his eyes. To him, wizards are weak, easily distracted, feeble beings, good only for looting. It probably doesn't help that during their first meeting that Gale needs help.

In fact, Finn doesn't trust Gale at all; he considers him a fraud. Why does a great wizard with his own pompous title get himself stuck in a portal? Not so great, eh? He even draws a weapon on Gale and has to be talked down by him. Thankfully, their shared desire to avoid ceremorphosis makes this relatively easy.

Yet, as they travel together, while Finn finds Gale's constant chatter grating, he appreciates the wizard's kindness and his lack of shame in being himself around others. Finn respects that about him above all else. When Gale admits to his condition with the orb, Finn is hesitant to help, thinking it's just another wizard lusting for power. But when he sees Gale crippled with pain, he pilfers a ring with a low-level spell to help. Seeing Gale's gratitude and how the magic actually helps him, Finn decides that since Gale is part of the crew, it's only right to ensure he is at his healthiest—for his and everyone else's sake. They need to be a well-oiled team to survive.

Karlach

It was platonic love at first sight. He saw Karlach on the bank of the stream and nearly shoved Wyll into the river for daring to harm her. He instantly saw a wounded warrior, not a devil. Her ability to cut straight to the point, lack of bullshit, and thirst to kill some devils made Finn adore her instantly. Without hesitation, he asks if she wishes to join their chaotic group and is happy to kill a few devils with her (after picking their pockets of loot).

He loves spending evenings with her by the fire or by either of their tents, cracking jokes and making crude remarks to make each other laugh. She's been a mate to him ever since.

Astarion

Finn's background is also as a rogue, but he took the pirate route. He leans into the fighting and sneaking aspects more than anything else. Because of this, he sees Astarion as a bit weak and isn't a fan of his sly words. He prefers bluntness but respects Astarion's skills as a thief, quietly observing the other to learn new lockpicking tricks.

As for the vampire aspect, he doesn't care a lick, as long as Astarion doesn't hurt anyone in the camp. If he catches him manipulating anyone in their team for a bite, he will punch/headbutt him—be warned, Astarion.

As he learns more about Astarion's past from the snippets given to him, he is more than happy to help Astarion drive a stake into Cazador. Finn may be a pirate, but he has always drawn a line at slavery, likely influenced by his mother's upbringing in Waterdeep.

Halsin

Halsin reminds Finn of a mentor he had back on the Dúncannon, Jon. Jon was a half-wood elf chef who was certainly quite large for an elf too. Jon was patient and kind to Finn, giving him an outlet on tough days while he developed through his teens on a pirate ship. From that association alone, he's quite fond of Halsin but can certainly note all the differences between the pair.

He freed Halsin, not knowing it was him as a bear, just to create some chaos that he could take advantage of and pick off goblins from above.

Sometimes he seeks Halsin for counsel, even if he doesn't always agree with the archdruid's advice. He still appreciates the calm and gentle approach from him every single time, no matter how gruff Finn may be in his approach.

When Finn discovers Halsin's love of whittling, he steals tools for Halsin and leaves them outside his tent without a word. Having no idea how to whittle himself, he might not always grab the right tools.

Shadowheart

It takes Finn a while to properly warm up to Shadowheart. Her closed nature and prickly demeanour remind him of a few of his old shipmates. Since they're both initially closed people using their gruff and sharp attitudes to hide any vulnerabilities, it's hard for him to initially connect.

As for the Sharran aspect, he couldn't care less. He worships an evil goddess, Umberlee, so he knows he is in no position to judge.

He'll support her to an extent, but if she makes any remarks or decisions that will negatively impact the group, he will step in and give her a verbal shakedown. He does enjoy the odd bottle of wine and listening to gossip with her, although he refuses to partake in speaking any of the gossip himself.

Lae'zel

He's highly impressed with her, although he finds her devotion to Vlaakith a bit ridiculous. From the get-go, he believes she's strong enough to not need the grace of a rather demanding goddess. He finds Githyanki culture similarly ruthless to his pirate life, and as he starts to find himself over time, he's genuinely glad to see her do the same.

Knowing his sword skills need polishing, he'd gladly practice sparring with her to improve the fighter aspect of his class, even if she often kicks his ass.

Wyll

Finn isn't a fan of Wyll initially. He views Wyll as one of the do-gooders that he would have fought on occasion out at sea. Someone who believed they could rein in the budding pirate empire and stop the raids with just their sword and powers. He sees Wyll as he saw many of the other lads he and his crewmates cut down over the years.

Yet, Finn is aware of his situation enough to have Wyll around. His distaste for Wyll only grew when he saw the warlock try to attack Karlach, seeing the man as a self-righteous prick. However, when Wyll admits his mistakes, Finn eases off on his dislike. It takes Finn a long while to grow somewhat fond of Wyll. Their lives were so different, and their views on life never aligned, but with time, he'll accept Wyll as a companion, though maybe not a friend.

Jaheria

One look and Finn knows if he and Jaheria met under different circumstances, he'd be fucked. He thinks she's great; she's pragmatic and, although a hero, doesn't boast about it and provides a healthy dose of realism. He grows fond of her banter in camp chats and is interested in the stories of her past.

He's always down to wine nights with Jaheria.

Yes, he's still scared of her.

Minsc

He views Minsc as an idiot, and Finn loves to mess with him. He is glad that the ranger, who is a wall of muscle, is on their side.

He appreciates his honesty and Minsc reminds him of a few lovable crew members back on the Dúncannon. Finn will always have his back.

Minthara

It would take some convincing for Finn to just knock out Minthara rather than kill her, but seeing her in Moonrise Towers, he's glad for that decision. Finn has done some terrible things in his life, but generally, they were his own choices. To be forced to do such things against one's will is terrible, and he would certainly work to free her from the tadpole too.

He may not initially love her company, but he's glad for her spirit to fight. They both share a hatred for their situation, which is enough for him.

[anxious-scrambles]

Baldur’s Gate 3 Characters

Here is a brief introduction to my current beloved OCs.

Dreuer

Full Name: Dreuer Wildfel

Aliases: The Dark Urge

Race: Mephistopheles tiefling

Age: 47

Class: warlock (Greater Old One)

Subclass: fighter (battle master)

Background: The Haunted One

Sexual Orientation: demisexual, bisexual

Gender Identity: male (cis)

Romantic Interest: Lae’zel & Gale act 1, Gale act 2, 3 and end game

Knowing nothing of who he is and where he is from, Dreuer woke up on the nautiloid with a thirst for bloodshed. Determined to piece together his past and free himself of this lust for murder, Dreuer tried at first to face his problems with stoicism and in secret.

After confiding in Gale that he was afraid of his own uncontrollable actions, the two grew closer as they endeavoured to keep one another safe.

Dreuer faced his patron father, Bhaal, and defied him. He saved himself, helped save the city and now lives a quiet academic life in Waterdeep. Well. Mostly quiet.

There’s always room for a little adventure or two.

Corvid

Full Name: Robin Josiah Dashwood

Aliases: Corvid, Robert Crow

Race: human

Age: 27

Class: rogue (arcane trickster)

Background: criminal

Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Gender Identity: male (cis)

Romantic Interest: Shadowheart act 1, 2, 3 and endgame

The only son of Lord Josiah Dashwood of Waterdeep, Corvid was meant to grow up a well educated and respectable wizard. His birth mother, a lowborn woman from Luskan, died in childbirth, leaving Corvid under the care of a distant and resentful father.

After a series of notorious scandals, Corvid’s disobedience became too great for the family name to bear. He was cast out, took up a new name for himself and set about using his arcane talents for personal gain and petty criminal acts.

Corvid was taken from the roadside as the nautiloid swept across Waterdeep, where he had been lying in wait as a highwayman to ambush passing travellers. He isn’t sure if he wants to go home, as the family he has found since are the first people to care about him in his entire life.

Alyx

Full Name: Alyxanthe Black

Aliases: Alyx

Race: Asmodeus tiefling

Age: 34

Class: Fighter (battle master)

Background: Outlander

Sexual Orientation: pansexual, polyamorous

Gender Identity: female (transfem)

Romantic Interest: Astarion (act 1 & 2) and Halsin (act 2)

An exquisite markswoman and exceptional assassin, Alyx has been working freelance ever since her parents cast her out.

Alyx is quite the polymath, she is keenly intelligent and sharp witted, and is taking very cautious steps in her pursuit of the source of her ilithid infection. She was quite contented to be free of the tadpole and then leave, but since meeting her newfound friends she has set her sights firmly on several assassinations that frankly should have been executed years ago.

First target: Cazador Szarr.

Appearance Mods I Use:

Basket of Equipment

Boring Dyes

Tav’s Hair Salon

[bhaalbaaby]

The Stillness Bends // Chapter 3

Title: Hero (1679 Words) Pairing: Shadowheart/Fem!Tav, Astarion/Fem!Tav, Mentions of Karlach/Fem!Tav Warnings: Flirtating, Sexual Tension, Tiefling Party A/N: be gentle and thank you for my beta @tragedybunny 💫 Taglist: @spacebarbarianweird @tragedybunny @astarionsbeloved @razrogue @celestialomlette @rentheannihilator @rinmoon7 (let me know if you want to be on the tag list or subscribe on AO3~)

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Hero. Penelope hears the word murmured from the Tieflings as she walks around the party. It is odd being around her kin, so many memories from her childhood come to the forefront. She sighs as she gazes at the moon shining down on their camp. 

Alfira smiles, bumping Penelope with her hip. "Why so down? You saved our people from another untimely death. If only all bards were as brave as you, my dear." 

Her laugh is infectious, but Penelope scrunches up her nose, "Remembering people lost." 

Beside her, Alfira comes to rest. "Elturel was a lot on all of us." 

Penelope nods solemnly, "I don't know who I lost there... I haven't been there since I was around Mol's age." 

The bard's eyes widen, "Oh, no wonder our paths never crossed." Penelope wonders if she'll pry, most bards do. 

Lakrissa saunters over, lust in her eyes as she wraps her arm around Alfira's shoulders. "It's so lovely out. Us beautiful queens will take Baldur's Gate by storm!" She says brightly, Alfira's giggles returning. Penelope keeps quiet, sipping her wine. "What will you do when you return to the city, Penny?" Lakrissa asks, her words almost slurred. 

Penelope politely smiles, "Hmm, check on my place. Make sure my landlord hasn't kicked me out." 

Lakrissa's eyes bug out, "You got your own place already? Mind if we crash once we get there?" 

Penelope laughs, "If I still have one. You got a deal." 

Alfira sighs, "We just have to survive! But we can do it. I'm feeling inspired. Lay, give me some lyrics." 

Penelope walks away as they start drunkenly riffing. There are plenty of other people she could talk to. Halsin stands near Zevlor, the two talking with merriment, but serious still the same. She didn't expect Halsin to be so... Large. She bites her lip as she imagines his hands on her body, his mouth exploring her skin. Gods... She downs the rest of her wine, her lips puckered. They could have gotten better wine. She refills her glass anyway, it’s time to celebrate after all. She might as well enjoy it while she can with so much going on.

Penelope nurses her cup of cheap wine as she walks around the camp. Back in Baldur's Gate, she's used to the finer drinks, especially when one of her favorite clients would come in to spoil her. She smiles as she glances over at Rolan, Cal, and Lia. Rolan reminds her of him except as a Tiefling. A stuffy Wizard with money. He liked playing up that she was his mistress only interested in his money as he got her drunk and she pretended that he was the best she ever had. She curses to herself. If only she had her coin purse when she got kidnapped. He kept her coffers heavy. But luckily, she kept most of her savings in her account at the Counting House. She sighs. What good is it there if not here where she can use it? 

Her scowl is matched by Astarion who watches as Alfira and Lakrissa chat next to him. He sips his wine, shaking his head. "If one more Tiefling thanks me, I will lose my mind. This hero business is your doing, not mine." Astarion flares his nostrils as he looks her up and down. 

Tonight she wears a form-fitting black dress. Plenty of eyes trail wherever she goes. Even the righteous Zevlor watches. 

"Aww, you're not a fan of praise?" Penelope teases before sipping her wine. It's easy with him to slip back into her familiar role, flirtation falling from her lips and landing in his lap where Astarion returns in kind. 

He rolls his eyes, "Plenty of praise, but maybe not like this... There must be something more fun to do than standing around our camp drinking this mediocre wine." 

"What would you like to do then, Mr. Astarion?" She asks, stressing his name. It's an old trick she would do with clients back in Baldur's Gate. Men who preferred being in charge liked being called mister, and in turn, would call her princess and their baby. She doubts Astarion would venture that far. 

He smirks as he looks around the camp, before allowing his eyes to venture across her body, the low-cut of the bodice then up to her full glossy lips. His eyes flick up to hers as he holds his cup, considering. "Hmm, something more lively, more exciting and fun," He purrs. 

She hides an inward smile behind her chalice. "Really?" 

"We could get away, make our own entertainment, darling. Get a little closer, so to speak. Finish some unfinished business." 

Heat creeps around her neck as she remembers the night he revealed he's a vampire, their quick shared kiss. She clears her throat, taking another sip from her cup, tilting her head to the side, her pink eyes looking deep into his, "Perhaps we could... If you say please." 

Astarion's eyes widen in shock, his voice dropping to a whisper, "What?" 

She quickly bites her bottom lip as she steps closer, holding her cup closer to her exposed cleavage. "Say it. Say 'please.'" 

He keeps his voice low, close to that sultry purr, "Please." 

She exhales deeply through her nostrils feeling the heat radiating from their bodies as she smiles. "Good boy!" She coos, before adding. "I'll think about it." 

She grabs his bottle, taking a sip before handing it back to him. "You're right about this stuff. We'll have to find a better wine for next time." She winks. 

He holds the green glass bottle, pondering it momentarily before taking a sip himself. An indirect kiss. "Cheeky little pup... I hope I see you later." She smiles as she walks away. The camp will be so annoyed with them by the end of it, Penelope thinks as she moves on to Shadowheart and Karlach.

The duo are as close as they can be, giggling and whispering. There's a pang of jealousy in Penelope's chest as she steps closer. "Ah, the lady of the hour. Penelope!" Karlach raises her glass. "I'd kiss you if I knew I wouldn't melt you." 

Penelope smiles brightly, her fangs peeking out. "I'd allow it for you, Karlach," Penelope flirts as Shadowheart's eyes drink her in. Karlach clinks her glass against Penelope's, heat radiating from her hand. 

"Don't get me too het up, darling. Besides, we saw you talking to the vampire," Karlach lowers her voice, winking. Shadowheart brings her cup to her lips, and shadows dance across her eyes. 

"We just talked," Penelope replies, trying to keep her butterflies down. 

"Be careful with him," Shadowheart interjects, a smile on her lips. Penelope can't decide if it is genuine or not. 

"Be careful?" Karlach asks, her eyebrows raising in curiosity. 

Shadowheart nods as she clears her throat. "She might be bloodless in the morning, or dead. We won't know what to do without our fearless leader." 

Penelope doesn't believe her, but she keeps up her smile. "He's going to need to feed you know," Penelope laughs, flipping her long hair. 

"There are goblins still running about, Penny," Shadowheart says, her eyebrow twitching. 

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you'd want me to hang out with you instead," Penelope steps closer to the cleric who rolls her eyes. The blush around her cheeks and neck is unmistakable. 

Karlach cackles as she sits back. "Gods, one day we should just have one big orgy. When I can touch that is." She says, her energy is infectious. 

Shadowheart scoffs, "I don't want to sleep with any of you." Penelope and Karlach's expressions mirror each other in disbelief. "Really?" Karlach asks, her eyes softening. 

Shadowheart crosses her arms, looking away, changing the subject. "I still can't believe we did this. Well, sort of anyway."

"Did what?" Penelope asks, standing next to Shadowheart as they gaze upon the party. 

"Saved the refugees. Though, I'm not entirely surprised." Shadowheart waves half-heartedly at Penelope. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Karlach reaches for more wine as she asks the question. Penelope is curious too. Of course, she would save the Tieflings. They're kin even if strangers. 

"Penelope is a good person. Probably a true follower of Selûne." Shadowheart sneers, before chuckling. "Lady of Sorrows forgive me. I forget myself." Karlach's eyes dart between Penelope and Shadowheart, a knowing smile on her lips. 

"Is it wrong to do the right thing?" Penelope asks, her eyes searching Shadowheart's. There's a hint of doubt in her eyes. 

"Not... Necessarily, but not what I pictured for myself anyway." 

"What did you picture?" Penelope asks quickly. 

Shadowheart opens her mouth to reply before holding up her cup. "We can speak of specifics later, Penelope. Besides, don't you have to go play with Astarion soon?" 

Penelope rolls her eyes smirking, glancing over at the brooding Astarion. "You know, you are welcome to join us. I don't think Astarion would mind," Penelope says in a sing-songy tone, playfully smiling. She leans forward to look at Karlach. "Same for you, my love." 

Karlach bursts into laughter as she shakes her head. "I'm probably sobering up, but as much as I love to ride him throughout the Feywilds, I would rather have you to myself. At first anyway." Goosebumps rush Penelope's skin as she sits back, focusing on Shadowheart. 

The raven-haired woman is lost in thought again before sighing. "We can talk in private if you want before you have your fun." 

Penelope nods, "That could be arranged." Penelope hopes there won't be that much talking, unsure what she wants to share. 

"You two play nice then," Karlach yawns, shaking her head. "I'm going to go to bed soon. I'm sure we'll be up bright and early." Karlach teases before heading to her tent, leaving the two alone. 

Their eyes meet, but Shadowheart glances away first. "I'll be at the waterfall. Don't keep me waiting." Shadowheart says, leaning close as she presses a kiss on Penelope's cheek, her body soft against Penelope's. Her mind races as she watches Shadowheart disappear into the shadows.

[taleswritten]

@asmodcus liked this for a nsf.t starter and is getting several because I said so.

Can he really be blamed for the way he's looking at Halsin? Surely the druid has noticed by now and now that they've got a moment alone from the other group....perhaps it is time for him to strike.

His gaze is heated, crimson eyes trailing obviously among the other's body. He has no shame, no need to hide the lustful look he is giving Halsin.

Besides, he's seen the elf also looking at him in such a way and how can he blame him, really? He knows he's good looking, he knows that people often lust after him. It's an ego boost, truly.

"I bet you taste delicious, darling." There's a double meaning there. Yes, he may be talking about his blood, but there's another meaning there too. One he is sure Halsin can pick up on instantly.

[shrimpmandan]

This is a bit of an odd question, but people always say to ask people with real experience when trying to write:

I want to write a Baldur's Gate 3 fic that includes The Dark Urge. The Dark Urge is canonly a necrophile (and cannibal). Durge in my story resists his Urges and has, in the past, fought against them before losing control and acting on all those desires (murder necro and cannibalism) indulging for a while and then resisting again, cycling constantly for years and years.

Two things I am planning:

Durge admitting his necrophillic desires to his Companions (poor Halsin specifically gets the brunt of this. He's shocked but uses the prevalence of such things in nature as words of comfort. I will say that Astarion is the other most affected companion because as an Undead, he's the most appealing to Durge and they did sleep together at least once)

The other is that necrophillic desires don't go away after Durge is reborn and he will keep them for the rest of his life.

Is there anything you think I should know about necrophilia before I write this? The fic isn't ABOUT it, it might only play a small role, but it's a Thing I need to keep in mind. Plus it gives me a better insight into Durge's character

This all sounds good! I know basically nothing about BG3 myself, but I like this portrayal of necrophilia. Something to note is that there are 10 distinct classes of necrophile, as coined by Anil Aggrawal. From the sound of it, Durge would be a class 9 at the absolute least-- a homicidal necrophile.

You may also want to consider if this is simply a preference Durge has, or if he's an exclusive necrophile-- only being able to be sexually satisfied by a corpse.

You can find the full PDF of the article I'm referencing here. It's a good read if you want to learn about different types of necrophilia and how they present. Some other good articles I really like include The Appeal of Necrophilia and Lust for the Dead.

I myself am only in the lower classes of necrophile, so I don't have the same experience with sexual frustration and repression / relapse as someone like Durge would. Reading psychological articles about those who have committed necrophilia would be your best bet imo.

[scarletpath]

OC meme

I saw @vspin 's post and I had to do it! They tagged so many people, so I'll have to say that everyone is welcome to do this!!!

B A S I C S

Full name: Zyn (What he goes by) Valeth Alendar (Birthname and Unknown to him presently)

Gender: Male Sexuality: Pan Pronouns: He/Him

O T H E R

Family: Mother- T'rissala Alendar (Dead/Unknown) Father- Soldax Alendar (Alive) Daughter- Umraetana Torghym (Alive though he has no idea she exists) Siblings- ??? (Soldax was a bit of a hoe, so.....) Birthplace: Somewhere on the surface. A long forgotten and destroyed Eilistraee settlement. Job: In the beginning his only duty was to be an Lolth Assassin. After gaining his freedom he became a wonderer. Traversing and learning as he went. Becoming more of a vigilante in his travels. Becoming a Bard to help look unassuming and to better situate his new life on the surface.

Phobias: Losing his new found freedom. Being found and captured by the Lolth Cult he was forced to serve. (He avoids the Underdark if he has to and is a little weary of his own kind. Doesn't mean he won't befriend them once he is sure of them.) Later on he finds out that losing someone he cares for is something that worries about. Because in this world that's new to him, trust and relationships is the thing he values most.

Guilty pleasures: Loves cheese and some wine.

Hobbies: Making and studying poisons and ingredients for potions. Chess. People watching. Reading.

M O R A L S

Alignment: At first with his life in the Underdark he was Lawful Evil. Due to his loyalty that was forced upon him. For not having his own opinions and choices he could make. Now on the surface he's more Chaotic Neutral. He has his freedom and nothing is going to stand in his way to enjoy it. He can make his own choices now but tries to be a little reserved to not get into too much trouble.

Sins: Lust and Wrath

Virtues: Loyalty

T H I S  O R  T H A T

Introvert / Extrovert 

Organized / Disorganized 

Close-minded / Open-minded 

Calm / Anxious / Restless 

Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between 

Cautious / Reckless / In between 

Patient / Impatient / In between 

Outspoken / Reserved / In between 

Leader / Follower / Flexible 

Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between 

Optimist / Pessimist / Realist 

Traditional / Modern / In between 

Hard-working / Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

OTP: Astarion

Acceptable Ships: Wyll

OT3: Hey... if a Polycule happens....

Brotp: Halsin. Only because he respects him. And as much as he finds him attractive, knowing his past with Drow, Zyn stays as a friend. To at least be one positive experience with Drow. They usually have deep discussions with each other. Zyn finds it rather comforting.

Notp: Minthara. He didn't like her in the beginning. She was the one he found hardest to trust. And just throwing it out there, Orin. Did not like at all. After coming across her, he took every chance to knock her down a peg. Finds her immature and rather embarrassing as a killer. (Seriously? This is what qualifies as an Assassin on the surface?)

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OC Meme

Paloma Silkflower

B A S I C S

- Full name: Paloma Silkflower - Gender: Female - Sexuality: Pansexual - Pronouns: She/Her

O T H E R

- Family: -> Father: Unknown. She has no idea who her father. -> Mother: Veera. She was a drow cleric from Buiyrandyn. She fled for the surface after Paloma was born, but not much is known about her. She died when Paloma was two from the plague. -> Adopted Younger Sister: Lamia Ambler. She's a changeling rogue who grew up in the same orphanage as Paloma. Paloma took on the role of older sister to her and they're still close. Paloma doesn't approve of Lamia's thieving lifestyle, but she loves her nonetheless. Lamia is the weird aunt to her kids. -> Children: Orianna, Lucan, and Meriele. Orianna is the eldest at 12. She's awkward and creative. She's already acting a lot like her mother in terms of taking her big sister status seriously. Lucan is the middle child at 10. He has a big heart, but like every other 10-year-old on the planet, he's absolutely unhinged. He's a pretty sensitive kid who would be eaten alive in traditional drow society. Meriele is the youngest at 9. Meriele is deaf and communicates through sign language. She's often underestimated and uses it to her advantage. She loves animals and will probably grow up to be a druid just to be with them all day. They're certainly better than most people. -> Ex-Lover: Belgos was a drow ranger who fathered Paloma's children. She doesn't talk about him much these days. He wanted to be a dad until one day he didn't, leaving her alone with the kids. He most likely returned to the Underdark. -Birthplace: She was born in the Underdark, but she doesn't know where. She was actually from Buiyrandyn, a Drow settlement that was known for rejecting Lolth. It was destroyed by mind flayers. - Job: Monk - Phobias: It's not officially a phobia, but she's terrified of anything bad hurting her family, and she's scared of being a bad mom. She's terrified of not being needed. Her actual phobia would be claustrophobia. - Guilty pleasures: She considers staying home to read while curled up with snacks to be a guilty pleasure. For her, just taking a day off makes her feel guilty. She would consider afternoon naps to be a guilty pleasure, too. - Hobbies: Spending time with her children, meditating, martial arts training, being out in nature, nature walks, adventuring, and reading.

M O R A L S

- Alignment: Neutral Good - Sins: Pride, Bossiness(?), Wrath, and Lust - Virtues: Responsible, Protective, Determined, and Patience

T H I S  O R  T H A T

- Introvert / Extrovert - Organized / Disorganized - Close-minded / Open-minded - Calm / Anxious / Restless - Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between - Cautious / Reckless / In between - Patient / Impatient / In between - Outspoken / Reserved / In between - Leader / Follower / Flexible - Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between - Optimist / Pessimist / Realist - Traditional / Modern / In between - Hard-working / Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

- OTP: In game, I have her romancing Astarion and Halsin. - Acceptable Ships: Shadowheart/Paloma. Gale/Paloma. And I'm always open to people shipping their OC/Tav with her. - OT3: In game, Astarion/Paloma/Halsin. Outside of that, I'm open to whatever makes sense for her. - Brotp: -> Shadowheart — She respects Shadowheart's need for privacy which brings them closer together. Shadowheart trusts her simply because she doesn't pry. -> Jaheira — She doesn't see eye to eye with Jaheira on how she raises her kids, exactly, but they get each other. They can talk to each other about things almost no one else in the group can. She also appreciates Jaheira's sense of humor. - Notp: I can't think of one. I usually just steer clear of the more problematic ships, personally. Maybe Minthara/Paloma?

tagging: Anyone interested!

[lanafofana]

Sure I'll bite First of all, the tadfools are all just one (on average) persuasion check away from being talked into using the astral tadpole. That should tell you all you need to know about each character's particular mindset using what powerful means are in their possession to meet their goals.

But the ring is insidious. It does not just feed on your lust for power but also on your greatest desires. The things you want, the things you need, the fears that keep you up at night. It takes all those things and offers you a solution. Imagine, if you will, Act 1, the council of Elrond where they are all immediately presented with the Ring, and suddenly realizing, like Boromir, it's a gift, it is the key to unlocking all of their most desperate desires. Lae'zel : She either wants it to become Vlakith's right hand soldier, commander of all dragons, and waging sweet victorious war on the Illithid empire on the astral plane. OR she would see all the power she needs to unseat Vlakith herself. Lae'zel is Boromir. Shadowheart: Again, either in service to her goddess she would see it as an incredible tool of power to use to do her lady's bidding. Or, free of Shar, as a way to protect herself and those she loves from Shar's influence. I think the Shadowheart that refuses to sacrifice her parents and instead bears the burden of her Sharran wound would have an edge before eventually succumbing to the dream of being completely free of Shar forever. It's giving Faramir.

Karlach: She spent 10 years in literal hell, had her heart and agency stripped from her in such a violent and horrific way do you think she could turn away from the idea she could finally control the inferno in her chest at last? She so desperately wants to live and the ring would offer not just 10 years but an entire lifetime, several if she wanted, of life without pain, stress, or despair. Plus the means to gut Zariel like a fish would be tempting all on it's own.

Wyll: This man needs to be the hero, he needs his sacrifices to mean something and be someone he thinks the people of Baldur's Gate and the Sword Coast need him to be. With the ring he could be that person at last and with the power to unmake his devil contract he could be free of Mizora's leash to boot. Wyll is Aragorn and, with the benefit of hindsight, would not allow himself to entertain the idea because he knows he would fall into the same trap. History repeating yadda yadda. He's #1 to sign up for the Fellowship tho. You have my blade. King shit.

Gale: Y'all already know, it does not need to be said. Embarrassing. Astarion: Before and after Cazador, spawn or ascended, this sticky fingered reckless idiot is not going to pass up the opportunity to become all powerful. Post Cazador spawn Astarion, like Shadowheart, might be able to resist but it would be for such a short amount of time to be negligible.

Halsin: At first glance Halsin seems very Samwise coded. Nature, plants, growing garden shit. However, this man carries an immense amount of grief and guilt. Two powerful motivators ready to be heavily influenced by the ring. He would see the power to undo the curse, the power to bring balance and restore the world to it's natural order. I will say he is incredibly wise and he's somewhere between Samwise and Elrond to me. He could bear it but for a short amount of time but would ultimately refuse I think to allow himself to try.

Minthara: You cannot be serious.

Jaheira: Her biggest worries stem from not being able to make a lasting difference in the world. She has lived long enough to see the good deeds she spent time, sweat, blood, tears on doing wind up meaning nothing in the long run. She, like Halsin, would balk at even trying to wield the ring. If she did, I think she might pull a Galadriel before wresting control of herself to resist.

Minsc: His brain would fold like a lawn chair. We've already seen it. Next! Boo: Boo is a wildcard and I honestly don't know. The reason Frodo was the only one able to hold onto it and his sense of self for so long was because he lacked any ambition. He was just a little guy, out of his element, running an errand to the Last Homely House cause Gandalf told him it was Super Urgent. He didn't want to carry the ring, he didn't want to go to Mordor, he didn't want anything to do with the Fellowship, the quest, any of it. He chose to do it because it was the right thing to do and, crucially, he lacked power himself that the ring could influence for it's own gain. Would any of them be able to be Frodo? No, hell no. But I think Shadowheart, Halsin, Jaheira, and maaaybe Minsc/Boo (again, wildcard I just don't know) would hold out the longest. Not walk to Mordor long but that wasn't the question.

My money is on Boo. As far as we can extrapolate he has no power of his own to influence and no ambition to acquire such power.

Runners Up Category I think are worthy contenders: Barcus Wroot Alfira Hope

Is my analysis riddled with holes? Yes I am aware. Will I be taking criticism at this time? No 😤 Only praise 😌

[concrete-beach-party]

BG3 Playthrough: Into the darkness! (Act II)

Co-op is frustrating sometimes.

We decided to follow up on Halsin's quest in order to make him FINALLY join our party.

Recovered Thaniel's body. Well, that was a shitload of monsters and shadows and whatnot.

Oh no! His spirit (?) is still missing. Thank god we already ran into the creepy little tiefling boy playing a deadly version of hide and seek, because that's him. Thaniel needed a bit of ... uh ... persuasion to come with us.

Now, this is where I am - again - fucking annoyed by how co-op works: I had Halsin in MY party. I did his whole quest so far. My partner had Lae'zel in their party, but they did have the last hit on the mobs spawned by Thaniel AND HALSIN TALKED TO THEM INSTEAD OF ME and THEY GOT ALL THE APPROVAL.

This is why I'm doing a solo playthrough on the side :(

Halsin finally agrees to make himself useful - this dude has been chilling in our camp for weeks now and I am delighted that all my companions are like "finally!!!"

We now continued to Moonrise Towers after avoiding this for a while.

First stop: rescue prisoners. They are free now.

Wulbren is an asshole. How the fuck are you trying to blow up??

Thank god only the basement is hating us now. Every other floor ignores that we just killed a bunch of guards. Ooops.

We may or may not have blown up that tadpole shipment at the docks. Who knows? Not the people in Moonrise Towers, apparently.

Rolan did not survive his attempt to get to Moonrise Towers on his own, which is honestly sad, despite him hating me. His friends also kinda hate me (one more than the other though)

Where the fuck are Wyll's dad and Mol?

I (Durge) wasn't nice to the resident cat. Accidentally killed her. Uhhhh.

The thing with Araj:

ARAJ. YOU FUCKING ASSHAT. GET YOUR HANDS OFF ASTARION. (My partner was confused when I rejected her offer, they then had to suffer a Ted Talk about Astarion's past abuse and his lack of bodily autonomy)

After bitching at Araj, we went to camp. (as this is co-op I have no hope of getting the high-approval-version of the following scene, so I went with this one)

Astarion and I are now official, I guess. He didn't really say anything, but we held hands and he was like "This? This is nice.". If I talk to him he greets me with "Gods, you're beautiful", so we're good.

He is fucking adorable because he really as NO CLUE what to do with real feelings, I love him so much, he is utterly confused.

YES I DID GO FOR THE FUCKING HUG.

Back to Moonrise!

Most of the people here know me. I just don't know them.

Ketheric Thorm also knows me and is somehow at fault for my current condition (a.k.a. brain damage, according to the ilithid in the Underdark).

The goblins are still alive, but I am seething. (Though, honestly, I don't know if they're really alive ... I have trouble believing the people in this tower would honor their word)

Ascending in the tower, we ran into Balthazar's chambers, where he did all sorts of interesting things. He kept a book about a "fallen one" who was "damaged" but a necromancer sort of managed to keep the fallen one alive and treated them like a pet, until - UNTIL!!! - the "pet" somehow ended up on a Nautiloid. I have a vague feeling we're talking about me here. Apparently I've been killed. And this is Ketheric's fault. The plot thickens.

I had the chance to talk to Z'rell and confuse her with my lusts for Astarion. He's into it, so it's fine.

Ketheric won't talk to us until we retrieve the Nightsong, which is kept in the Mausoleum and there's currently about 20 quests leading there. Balthazar is there too and he seems to kinda try to backstab good old Ketheric, or at least that is what I've gathered from his notes.

Next up:

He Who Was

??? the Mausoleum where every quest leads right now???

When will my butler decide he's unhappy with the fact that I did not kill Isobel? I have a very bad feeling about this.