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galacticgraffiti · 1 year ago

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✿⋅ Oh, to be Alone with You ⋅✿

NSFW ⋆ 18+ ⋆ Minors DNI

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 2.6k Descriptors: I try my best to write inclusively. Reader uses she/her pronouns and is mentioned in her physicality but not described in detail. If anything escaped me, please let me know! Sorry I couldn't make this more gender neutral, but since this fic is a gift to @naariel I thought I'd use her pronouns. Warnings: dirty daydreams, yearning, lusting after someone, male masturbation, dirty talk, fantasy of PiV sex within the daydream, bath sex, this is written from Halsin's POV

⋆⋅ Inspired by this insane artwork by @naariel ⋅⋆

Author's note: I've been pondering, rotating and marinating this artwork in my mind for WEEKS. It haunts me in the best possible way and I am so happy Naariel gave me permission to reference her art! If you are not already following her, you definitely should - her skill and talent are infinite.

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Oh, to be Alone with You

Halsin sighs when he finally sits down, long limbs sprawling on the too-small chair that can barely contain him.

Chairs. What superfluous oddities, where a big tree stump might have sufficed. If one has to make them at all, why not at least make them comfortable? Why not sit in the meadows, why not find a place to lay where the sun has warmed a rock that has been washed and polished by the rain? But no, the rules of the city demand he be contained within four walls instead of roaming free, they demand he bathe in a wooden tub instead of out in the wilds, they demand he wear clothes and be polite to people even as they trample the Oak Father’s creations beneath their boots without even stopping to look and enjoy nature’s gifts.

Halsin shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose to stave off the oncoming headache. It has been a long day and he is so tired. A long week. A long few weeks, if he is being honest with himself. In all these centuries, times have been- well- rough, to say the least. But whatever haunts the Sword Coast now… it’s different. Bigger than the invasions of Goblins across the land, bigger than the Shadow druids, bigger even than the Shadow Curse that has occupied Halsin’s every waking hour for nigh on one hundred years.

At least, Thaniel and Oliver have been reunited, some life returning to the lands as it always should have been. A victory, chased for so long, tasting sweet only for a moment before the stale urgency of the matter at hand had seeped back into Halsin’s mind: Mindflayers infecting innocents, magic-infused tadpoles, an Elder Brain… There are too many battles to be fought, and not one of them to be won.

Halsin presses his lips together and tries to banish the dark thoughts from his mind. There are some good things that have come out of this: They have not lost a fight yet, and his newfound companions are… stimulating, to say the least. Fighting alongside them has been a joy and a privilege - watching their blades sear, their magic erupt, their arrows pierce their targets as the bear Halsin rips through flesh and bone. The fighting is necessary, and his companions are more skilled than he could have ever wished for. This day may have been hard, but it was successful nonetheless, and now he is here, freshly bathed and ready to find some rest for the night. If only it could be under the stars, far outside the city walls, he would almost call himself happy. Instead, he must bed down alone, encased by too many walls and a too-small bed frame.

Halsin misses the smell of grass that has not been trampled by hundreds of boot-clad feet, he misses the feeling of bark against his fur, he misses his wildshape and trodding through calm forests instead of bloodied battlefields. He misses air that is crisp and clean and doesn't smell of artificially molten metals. He misses the Grove, he misses Thaniel and he misses the woods. The city has been forsaken by Silvanus, and even if this place is a small oasis of nature, it is not the same as being out among the Oak Father’s creations.

He cracks his neck, his hair tickling his collarbones. Halsin curses quietly to himself, pushing a curl behind his ear. He needs to cut his hair - it’s getting too long. And he needs to braid it again, his plaits are all out of sorts. It might be a hassle to do it without a mirror- but maybe he could ask-

No.

Shaking his head as if to will the thought away, he slumps into the discomfort of the chair a little more.

No, he shouldn't ask her anything. Nothing that would involve her hands on him, at least. Certainly not her fingers buried in his hair, tugging softly, her voice gently commanding that he tilt his head a different way. He can’t ask for that. It would only lead to him asking for more:

More of her hands on him, more of her skin against his, more than innocent touches and whispered goodnights across the campfire. He would ask for everything: To bury himself inside her until the world fades away, to devour her until she is slick with sweat from the pleasure he brings her. To be the keeper of her heart, just as he yearns for her to be the keeper of his.

Halsin can feel the familiar tightness in his back as the golden shimmer of his wildshape travels up to his shoulder blades. One thought of her, and already the bear stirs.

He remembers everything that happened today, even as he tries so hard to think of something else:

He remembers the way she smells, of sweet berries, blood and leather. He remembers her looking up at him, as her fingers clutch her weapon tightly. He remembers the fire in her eyes after the slaughter, the glow in her cheeks when she turned around to look at him and found only the bear. He remembers how she smiled at him, even after all that violence, a smile like the sinking sun, bloodied and red, but more beautiful than he could ever have dreamed up.

And as the day progressed: Her arm bumping into his, her head tilting up when she asked him a question and wanted to read his expression. How her hands slipped around him to reach for some food at the campfire earlier when they rested. Her sweet breath on his face and a mumbled excuse when she walked into him, still drowsy with sleep. And all Halsin wanted to do was pull her into his lap and bury his nose in the crook of her neck and forget about the world, forget about everyone watching, and have her, right then, in that moment. Have her all to himself, make her his very own. To feel her around him, to show her the depth of his affection, the desperation of his desire, the magnitude of his commitment.

All he wanted in that moment - all he still wants - is to touch her, to feel her in ways that he cannot ask for because he is scared she will not want the same thing he does. Halsin wants to lick the sweat off her skin, he wants to be buried between her thighs whenever they can steal away, even for a few minutes, he wants her taste on his tongue when he fights, and to wrap himself around her when they sleep.

The force of his own thoughts makes Halsin shudder, glowing desire stirring deep in his belly.

Her tongue in his mouth, his hands on her skin: How soft she would be against him. How wonderful to hear her voice break when she cries out for him, how she would taste if he could lick her off his fingers, the honey of her thighs, the salt of her sweat. He would give anything to know the expression on her face when she is lost to mindless bliss- he would give everything to know that he is the cause of it.

A low moan escapes his throat then, and Halsin presses his lips together when his mind returns from memory and sweet imagination to this house in the midst of a bustling city. This is not nature, where he can do what pleases him when it pleases him. No, the city - ‘civilisation’ as they call it - comes with rules, expectations, limitations.

He is in someone else’s home, exhausted from the day, the blood barely washed off his skin. And yet, all he can think about is… her. All he can feel is the constriction of his clothing, the confinement of leather where he longs to be touched. He wants to shed like the bear sheds his fur after the winter, he wants to feel free again.

Halsin hums, breathing deeply, willing away the golden sparks of his wildshape that dance along his fingertips. He listens intently, fingers dancing across his thighs, drumming an impatient rhythm.

Nothing in the house stirs. Maybe they are all gone still, running their errands, finding bath houses, visiting old friends and merchants they used to know before they return here for a long night’s rest. Maybe Halsin can have a small pocket of time to himself. Time to dream himself away, to give in to the desire he has harboured for so long.

Maybe… he could use this opportunity to release some of that tension that has settled deep in his belly. Refocus his attention. Maybe it’ll be for the best- not to think of her constantly anymore, not of her smell, or the colour of her eyes, of the way her fingers linger on his for a moment too long whenever they touch, or how much he wished they could have bathed together when he sank into the tub earlier that night.

The city has many downsides, but baths are one of the few things to enjoy. Hot springs are wonderful, but few and far between. Nature provides: The bear does not mind the coldness of a stream in the woods, or the iciness of a mountain lake. But there is nothing like a steaming bath to help prevent the sore ache that settles in his bones after a fight.

If only it was acceptable to ask her if she would join him. If only it had been her hands washing dirt and grime and blood from his skin, brushing his hair, kneading tired muscles, her hands much smaller than his, but strong and determined. Loving.

Halsin lets his head fall back, spine cracking as he settles in the small, uncomfortable chair, spreading his legs to cup his hardening cock. He closes his eyes and tries to imagine it…

She glistens in the dim light, thin streams of water trickling down her skin when she emerges from the bath, her lashes stuck together as she beams at him.

“Mhh, we should have done this ages ago!”

“I could not agree more, my heart.” Halsin loves seeing her like this. She looks happy, like she has not a care in the world.

She crawls up into his lap, settling on him, her thighs bracketing his. Her hands run across his chest, lathering him in soap that smells of lavender and thyme. Halsin’s heart is beating in his throat when she leans in to kiss his collarbone, her lips soft, her hair smelling of smoke and flowers as it always does.

Desire surges inside him, crackling like lightning in his veins, and he sends the bear away, far away. This is a moment he wants for himself: Skin against skin, tongues exploring, hands intertwined. This is no place for fangs and claws, not tonight. Halsin unlaces his trousers with steady fingers, though even those few seconds seem unbearable to him. When his hand finally wraps around his cock, he breathes a sigh of relief, only to feel dissatisfied moments after. He wants her hands, her eyes on him, her voice dripping with lust. For now, his imagination will have to do.

He dreams himself back to the bath, thinking of all he could have had, if he had only had the courage to ask.

Her skin is burning hot against his, her fingers leave a flaming trail wherever she touches him.

“Is this alright, my love?” Her voice is full of concern and affection, as it always is when she asks about his comfort and well-being.

“More than alright.” Halsin’s breaths grow shaky when she moves her hips, shallowly grinding down against him. “Gods, I want to-”

“Mhhm?” There is a curious twinkle in her eye. “What is it you want? Tell me. I’m sure I could make your dreams come true.”

Halsin shifts when the wooden backing of the chair digs into his back as he bucks his hips, fucking into his hand that is wrapped around his cock - a poor substitution for what - for who - he really wants.

A growl rings out in the empty room when he closes his eyes and imagines her again.

Her thighs look so lovely, spread wide so he can fit between them. She smells of the bath salts and of herself, and her voice talks to him through the thick fog of his desire.

“I know what you want, don’t I, bear? I’ll take such good care of you if you let me. I’ll make sure you don’t even have to ask for it. I’ll let you taste me, whenever you want- wherever you want. I’ll help you focus- you can focus on me, can’t you? There you go…”

Halsin is panting, his hand moving faster.

She feels good, so good when she sinks down on him, wet with arousal and so willing to take him.

“You, little flower, are the jewel of nature’s creation,” he mumbles. “You are all I could ever want and more. I want to taste you on my tongue, always- for there to never be a day where I won’t know the way you drip for me- for you to never go a day without being satisfied, without feeling loved and cared for. Your happiness is all I want- your ecstasy all I desire. Let me take care of you.”

She moans, her head falling back as she starts to roll her hips, taking him deeper and deeper with each stroke.

“I’ll take care of you as you do of me,” she whispers. “I’ll make sure to provide for you all you could ever need or want. You give and give, let me give you everything I am in return. Be selfish, bear. Take what you want, swallow me whole, devour me without worrying whether it’s too much. I want you to. Mark me- make me yours. Tell the whole world I belong to you, whichever way you desire.”

Her movements are desperate now, her words only sighs and moans, breathless as she buries her head against his shoulder. Halsin inhales the scent of her hair, sinks into her words as the fog of lust that has settled on his brain grows thicker and heavier, until there is not a thought left on his mind but her.

“Halsin-” Gods, his name sounds so sweet off her tongue. “Halsin, I want you to fill me. Please- please, I want to feel full with you, today and every day you’ll fucking let me. I want to fight knowing you are still dripping down my thighs, I want to kiss you under the stars and know I’ll never be without you again.”

The curses that are falling from his lips are ungodly, but Halsin does not care. He is desperate now, mouth open as he calls her name and thinks of the words he wishes he could hear her say.

“Come for me, bear. Come inside me, lay claim to me as only you ever could- f-fuck- make me yours- please- Halsin, I’m yours, I’m yours and yours and yours, as long as you’ll have me- forever if you want to-”

With a cry of her name on his lips, Halsin gives in to pleasure and lets himself be overtaken by a wave of bliss. His thighs tremble as he spills over his hand, sticky warmth dripping from his fingers. He does not open his eyes. Not yet. He wants to stay in the fantasy just a moment longer.

“Halsin, I-”

His eyes open, blood rushing to his cheeks as he returns to the real world and finds her standing in the doorway.

I'm going fucking feral. Running into the woods hoping to find him there, who's with me -

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captain039 · 1 year ago

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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 ->

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lanafofana · 6 months ago

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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.

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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.

“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.

#myfics #baldur's gate 3 #durge x astarion x halsin #halstarion #halstarion x durge #halstarion x tav #bloodbear #halsin #astarion #durge #tav x astarion x halsin

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dreamingofthewild · 8 months ago

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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

#bg3 #ship meme #bg3 shipping #bg3 oc #tav #gale x tav #galemance #oc content #my oc character #female knight #female tav #queer characters #I hope I got the labels right #Also Gale is a Panromantic Pansexual #OC Octavia #tav bg3 #dotw original

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celemee · 1 year ago

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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.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #durgetash #enver gortash #the dark urge #the dark urge x enver gortash #goretash #oc: ravendras #my writing #baldur's gate

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shadowmonkstone · 9 months ago

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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!

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 act 1 #bg3 rp #bg3 tav #d&d 5e #lae'zel #bg3 oc rp #minthara #shadowheart #dror ragzlin #halsin #karlach #wyll ravengard

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kirwond · 1 year ago

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Fate Spins Along As It Should

A playlist for Baldur's Gate 3, following characters and events for the game.

Notes from the game, cover art from BG3 concept art.

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Tracklist and notes below the cut.

Help I'm Alive - Metric

Narrator: As you wake, the tadpole squirms in your skull.

Army Of Me - Bjork

Lae'zel: Who am I? Your only chance of survival. Now move. You are wasting time.

The Wolf - PHILDEL

Shadowheart: Most people fear the dark, like children, because in darkness they see their fears reflected. But Shar teaches us to step beyond fear. Beyond loss. In darkness we do not hide - we act.

Icarus - Bastille

Gale: "What if," I thought, "What if after all this time, I could return this lost part of herself to the goddess?" You know me. My gestures can never be grand enough.

The Devil Is A Gentleman - Merci Raines

Astarion: On my honour, the only thing on my mind is depraved, carnal lust.

Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) - Emily Browning

Dream Guardian: There is great potential in you. It comes from that parasite. Your instinct is to resist the power it gives, but you must accept it, nurture it. I will keep it from consuming you. But for the sake of both of us, you must learn to wield it.

I Am The Fire - Halestorm

Karlach: Avernus was never my home. It was my prison. I'm free now. AND I'M NEVER. GOING. BACK.

Woke Up A Rebel - Reuben and The Dark

Wyll: Gods damn her straight back to the Hells. Just look at me. I did what was right. And Mizora made me pay for it.

The Curse - Agnes Obel

Halsin: There is a terrible curse surrounding Moonrise Towers, a shadow curse that drains away all light and life. That place is where the cultists send their captives, to be infected. Innocents go in, True Souls come out.

Don't Fear The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult

Gale: The truth is, I was living on borrowed time already. Consuming those items would only have kept the orb sated for so long. If anything, I feel more at peace than I have in months. At least I know my death will have purpose. It won't be a distant bang in the footnotes of history.

Queer - Garbage

Astarion: He had me go out into Baldur's Gate to fetch him the most beautiful souls I could find. It was a fun little ritual of his - I'd bring them back and he'd ask if I wanted to dine with him. And if I said yes, he'd serve me a dead, putrid rat. Of course if I said no, he'd have me flayed. Hard to say which was worse.

Wrong Side Of Heaven - Five Finger Death Punch

Lae'zel: Vlaakith! I have wielded your fury as a blade, roared your wrath as a dragon! You promised ascension, yet I crawl among my own people, low as an asp's belly. I followed your path. What good, this heart of stone, for it to be shattered?

Bad Moon Rising - Satin Puppets/Nxghtshade

Jaheira: I have every reason to be cautious. I've traced people like you, people with parasites in their brains, all the way here from Baldur's Gate. We tracked them to this ancient village only to be faced with a man we killed and buried over a century ago.

Goodbye - Ramsey

Karlach: Listen. You heard Dammon. There is no solution. It's Hell or bust. I choose bust.

Wicked Game - Boyce Avenue

Astarion: Look. I had a plan. A nice, simple plan. Seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you'd never turn on me. It was easy - instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in. All you had to do was fall for it. And all I had to do was not fall for you. Which is where my nice, simple plan fell apart.

Losing My Religion - BELLSAINT

Shadowheart: I... I can't believe I just did that. Lady Shar will disown me.

Battlefield - SVRCINA

Dame Aylin: Our Lady of Silver. Hear me! She Who Guides, the Moonmaiden Selune, mother of the so-called Nightsong. THE NIGHTSONG IS NO MORE!

O Death - Bobby Bass/Lauren Paley/Colm R. McGuiness

Ketheric Thorm: Join the army of the dead, True Soul. Witness Lord Myrkul's glory!

In The Wind - Lord Huron

Halsin: Oliver is helping Thaniel to recover. They both lie dormant, like trees awaiting spring. I would like to return here someday - see Thaniel and Oliver again, in my meditations, or perhaps in person, if the Oak Father wills it. I hope he does.

Flesh And Bone - Black Math

Wyll: He returned to an unsuspecting city and a wayward son with a smirking devil at his side. I tried to tell him the truth, but my mouth couldn't form the words. I led him to the battlefield, but Mizora had swept it clean. I showed him my stone eye, but he only turned away. After, he said only one word. "Go."

Nothing Is As It Seems - Hidden Citizens/Ruelle

The Emperor: Before you do anything, I am your ally.

Red Right Hand - Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds

Duke Ravenguard: Enver Gortash. The Council appoints you Archduke of Baldur's Gate.

I Will Not Bow - Breaking Benjamin

Lae'zel: Forsake one protocol and forsake Vlaakith. Forsate Vlaakith, and be the blood and meat which sates her dragons. If Voss speaks true, if ascension is a lie, if tadpole purification is a fairy tale, then I have not sinned against Vlaakith. She has sinned against me.

Broken Mirror - Trees of Eternity

Astarion: Back at the ritual, all I could see was the power on offer and the safety it promised. I was so blinded by it. Just as Cazador was. You saved me from myself and let me walk a new path where I can be free. Truly, honestly free.

Three - Sleeping At Last

Gale: I've work ahead of me before I'll feel myself truly redeemed of the damage I caused. But I intend to try.

Mind Games - Sickick

The Emperor: I studied you. Your motivations, your actions, your desires. I deduced the best way to align your goals with my own. I anticipated the challenge, and I anticipated your resistance. What I didn't anticipate was how much I would enjoy your company. Your mind.

Hamsters - King Missile

Minsc: I have no idea what any of that was about. But we shall simply - GAH! Boo, why do you gnaw at my soft parts? I am trying to... *urgent squeaking* Once again? In smaller words? *SQUEAK!* I see.

Soldier - Fleurie

Jaheira: You twine your life around the people you love. And when they are gone, you grow around their absence instead. Which is my sage way of saying I am in no danger of forgetting how my husband died. But I choose to remember how he lived.

I Come With Knives - IAMX

Orin: Did it think it could protect? Did it think it could save? Only the blades can offer salvation.

Never Look Away - Vienna Teng

Shadowheart: She's as much a part of who I am as Jenevelle. I can't just forget her, that's not what I do anymore. Besides, Shadowheart still suits me - even better than before, perhaps. You can't cast a shadow without some light.

Heroes - Mans Zelmerlow

Wyll: When I left the city, my father saw only a boy carrying the stench of the Hells. Now, he sees the man I made of myself.

Raphael's Final Act - Boris Slavov

Raphael: It is said that hope is a fine breakfast, but a poor supper. Well, the shadows grow long, and the hour is late. It's suppertime.

King Nothing - Metallica

Gortash: I'm not here for games. Hand me the stones, or face the black hand of Lord Bane.

Legends Never Die - Against The Current

Karlach: I'm dying. My heart feels like a live grenade - gonna blow any minute. If this is the end for me, let me be the motherfucker who saved the world.

Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine

Narrator: You feel it - a sudden shift. The brain is weakening, its grasp of self slipping. This is your chance.

First Light - Hozier

Astarion: I can't say what the future holds for us, but I know we'll be facing it together. And we're going to have a lot of fun.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion x tav #lae'zel #shadowheart #gale #karlach #wyll #halsin #jaheira #minsc and boo #tentacle shenanigans #fanmix #playlist

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anxious-scrambles · 8 months ago

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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

#bg3 #oc: dreuer #oc: corvid #oc: alyx #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tavs #bg3 durge

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bhaalbaaby · 11 months ago

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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.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 tav #tav: penelope #the stillness bends #tav x astarion #tav x shadowheart #writing #penelope x shadowheart #penelope x astarion #writers on tumblr #writeblr #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

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