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Please Kiss Me
From this list of prompts by @eloquentmoon I present to you a short bit of Karlach x AFAB!gn!reader smut! Written originally for @infernalenginesheart ily bb
Content: fingering, kissing, it's smut, that's basically it. Short sweet and spicy. Soft dom!Karlach vibes.
Karlach was eager to touch you. Her hands wandered your body, desperate for contact after ten years of solitude, and any moment of complete privacy the two of you shared was almost immediately punctuated by her warm fingers pressing into your waist, your cheek, your wrists. In a camp full of noisy companions, your relationship was in no way secret, but (perhaps despite what Halsin might have wished) both of you had the modesty to desire a degree of privacy during your sexual encounters. And, frankly, it wasn't just Karlach's engine that ran hot. It wasn't just her head that was.... well... horny. Moments of silence in camp would inevitably end with you pinned to the ground, her mouth on yours as she straddled you, teasing your arms with her hungry hands.
This combination of high libido and limited alone time meant that sex with Karlach was enthusiastic, but often somewhat frantic and too brief for either of your taste. Far too many times you had been coming down from orgasm, still too weak to stand, when the footsteps and calls of the returning party had interrupted any moments of gentle post-coital embrace. Far too many times had you been half undressed when Shadowheart or Gale had come to stand outside the tent, announcing fifteen minutes before the party was to go back out. While frustrating, there was one definite upside to living in stolen moments and loving on borrowed time: the desperation of Karlach's wandering hands had not yet been sated.
Tonight was one of those precious, rare moments. Camp was empty, save for the owlbear cub, who slept softly by the fire. Everyone else was off on various missions, and you and Karlach had been left unattended. The second the coast was clear, Karlach had you pinned to the ground in a more secluded part of the campsite (just in case.) She made quick work of removing your shirt, unlacing your boots, and pulling your breeches and smallclothes off in one sweeping tug. Completely exposed, you shivered in the night air as the breeze tickled you. Karlach had your wrists pinned above your head with one large hand; with the other, she had begun to draw invisible, indiscernible shapes along the flesh of your collarbone with the tip of her index finger.
"Fuck, I've been thinking about having you like this all day. I've wanted to take you, just slip away for a moment and spread your legs-" as she said this, her hands had wandered to your thighs, pulling them apart to demonstrate her point.
A low moan slipped out of your mouth as she slid one finger between your folds, coming back slick with your desire. "I've been thinking about you too," you offered a bit lamely.
Karlach chuckled. "Clearly." She leaned forward, offering her finger for you to suck. You did with pleasure, relishing the taste of your lust and her skin mixing on your tongue. Karlach's finger now quite wet with your precum and saliva, she pulled it from your mouth and began to push into your pussy, slowly working one finger in and out, then two fingers, then three. Her fingers weren't small, but the feeling of fullness was just barely pleasant instead of painful, teetering on the razor's edge of bliss and discomfort that Karlach knew by now would have your mind emptying of any thought but her. You moaned and arched your back involuntarily as she started to rub circles on your clit with the thumb of her other hand. You felt your walls begin to tighten around her fingers as her pace grew faster, reaching for your g spot with every thrust.
"Mm, fuck, oh Karlach, fuck, yes, right there-!" your cries were cut off by your own moans, all while Karlach huffed and slipped her fingers in and out in pace with your squeals.
"What do you want, baby? What can I do to make you cum?" Karlach's engine flared at these words, clearly aroused by the prospect of you finishing on her fingers.
You managed to push yourself up with one arm, the other snaking up to the nape of her neck. "I want..." you mewled, "I need-Please, please kiss me." You were almost embarrassed by the simplicity of your request but you knew that the feeling of your breath mingling with hers would be enough to send you over the edge.
Karlach was quick to oblige. Never stopping her thrusting fingers, she pulled her other hand off of your clit and used it to steady herself directly above you. As you slid underneath her, you let your hand fall from her neck and resumed the stroking she had stopped. Her mouth met yours and her tongue teased its way along yours until you had stopped kissing back and were just groaning into her mouth, your eyes shut tight as she fingered you through your orgasm and her lips caressed yours.
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Kinktober 2024 Day 18: Sthenolagnia
The inspiration for this drabble comes from that one meme of the taller woman lifting the shorter woman and pushing her against a wall, along with this video from the BG3 booth at PAX West 2024!
đ©” Many thanks to @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction for the prompts list! đ©”
Ship: Karlach x GN!Tav/Reader
Word count: 126
Applicable Tags: Muscle Worship, Teasing, Carrying/Lifting, Staring, Fantasizing, Unnamed Tav, POV Second Person
Your focus phases in and out of the conversation your companions are having, and your eye contact is directly pulled to Karlachâs strapping arms. You nod and hum along, your mind wandering to what those muscles could do.
âJust a moment,â you overhear Karlach before you feel her tug you over to the nearest tree thatâs out of eyesight. She lifts you off the ground and against the tree, causing you to yelp as the arm you were ogling braces against your chest. âLike what you see, soldier~?â
âI- um, I mean-â you sputter, tumbling over your words as you try to explain yourself.
âDonât worry, you donât have to keep it a secret. Well, at least from me.â She smiles, flexing extra just for you.
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.âïœĄLet Me Be Your BearïœĄâ.
Halsin x plus size reader (Tav)
An accident involving a fiery touch and your beloved stuffed teddy leads you to something wonderful
Warnings: Tav!reader, fluff, mutual pining, daddy Halsin, cuddling, reader has no specified gender or pronouns
WC: 782
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
It had been an accident really. You knew Karlach was just curious about the small stuffed animal that was sitting on top of your open pack, she didnât mean to turn it to ash as soon as she touched it and you didnât resent her for it, but that doesnât mean it didnât break your heart just a little bit.Â
Especially now as you lay by the dying fire, clutching a small bag Wyll had given you for the ashes tightly to your chest in some vain attempt to receive the same warmth the toy had given you before. You knew it was silly, it was just a small bear you found at the beginning of your journey but it was comforting on the darkest of nights when you were stuck with your thoughts or nursing some wound.Â
Sighing, you rolled over onto your back and came face-to-face with the massive druid who was standing over you, looking at you curiously. You inhaled sharply in shock, clutching the bag even tighter. Halsin just tilted his head. âWhy are you holding a pouch?âÂ
Heat crawled up your neck in embarrassment. âItâs dumb.â You mumbled, but his sensitive ears caught each word. Firelight flickered over his face yet the light in his eyes was even brighter.
âYou can tell me you know. I have been told I am a good listener.â You sighed, patting the ground beside your bed roll. With no hesitation, Halsin took a seat beside you, his muscular thigh only a few inches from your soft one.Â
Your fingers toyed with the small braided rope that tied the top of the pouch together, the ends already frayed from your nervous fiddling. âIt was my bear, it was accidentally burned up which I understand, it wasnât deliberate. But I canât sleep without it.âÂ
Halsin hummed under his breath and you braced yourself from some teasing remark (perhaps you were spending too much time with Astarion) but it never came. Instead, the druid smiled softly at you. âPerhaps, you would allow me to help, with your permission of course.â He mustâve noticed your confused expression because he quickly spoke again. âI think you forget, I myself am a bear.â
Realisation dawned on you then, which was quickly followed by bashfulness. He was offering to let you cuddle him just so you could sleep. That of itself was an enticing offer, he was an incredibly handsome man, only a fool would deny that. But more than his outward appearance, he had a gentle and kind soul, one you had quickly fallen for.
âYou donât have to.â You replied but Halsin laid one massive palm on top of your knuckles, easily enveloping your much smaller hands.
âI want to.â No other words were needed. He pulled away from you just far enough for him to shift without hurting you as his eyes began to glow a beautiful gold. You blinked and suddenly there was a brown bear standing before you. He huffed and nudged your shoulder, pushing you to lay back down.
You didnât even notice as the pouch slipped off your lap, too focused on the way that Halsinâs huge front legs now straddled your wide hips as he himself lay down between your legs. A soft groan was forced from your lips when he placed his head onto your soft stomach but it wasnât uncomfortable, far from it actually. His weight on top of you eased the tension throughout your body and you quickly found yourself overwhelmed with exhaustion.
He gazed at you with emotions you couldnât quite comprehend, watching with some satisfaction as you relaxed beneath him.
Your arms curled around his head as best you could, rubbing one of his ears between your fingers. He gave a satisfied groan, his black eyes shutting. âThank you.â You whispered and he nuzzled further into you, almost purring as your closed your eyes.
âWhat in the bloody hells are you doing!â Astarionâs shrill voice cut through the tranquillity of the morning, startling you from your surprisingly deep slumber. Hot breath fanned across your face as the massive bear on top of you growled before settling back to sleep, his huge maw resting on your sternum.
âSleeping.â You grumbled and your fingers tangled in his dark fur.
âWell yes I can obviously see that but why do you have a bear on top of you?â You cracked open one eyelid to glare at the elf who looked greatly put off by this whole thing.
âHeâs my bear.â You answered simply as Halsin groaned in agreement, both of you wishing to go back to sleep and maybe get another blissful hour of just holding each other.
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By complete accident I somehow have the autopsy scar mod on top of the bhaalist tattoo mod, donât ask me how theyâre both on my durge I have no idea how it happened. But it got me thinking how would the origin characters (+halsin) react/barely react to a lover that is heavily scarred and tattooed? (Set in Act 1)
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Astarion: The first time Astarion saw your body for himself was when he walked past your tent late at night, through the flaps in the entrance he saw all those scars, he couldnât tell what had you awake this late in the night, especially mostly naked with your back turned. The vampire simply continued on his way to hunt for the night. He dropped it there, until that is, the second night in the clearing you two spent together. He was lying down leaning his head against his arms as his red eyes stared at your naked body. His eyes flowed down every scar that littered your body, he barely seemed to look at the tattoos but thatâs what he asked about first âSo, can you translate that one?â - he points to the tattoo across your left arm, lifting up the limb you pull your skin to take a proper look at it. Itâs been a while since you properly saw it, because just out of sight enough to make it annoying to stare at. When you tell him Astarion seems content with the information. His fingers drift across the tattoo. Itâs a tender moment until the elfâs hand floats toward your neck. His ice cold fingers dancing across the lingering puncture wounds on your neck - âBut these are by far my favorite mark on you,â You lean into Astarionâs touch releasing a chuckling sigh before calling him the weirdest flirt you have ever seen.
Gale: He really didnât mean to go to the river at the same time he truly meant to go two hours early when he said he would, but that tome was particularly interesting - the effects of adrenaline on libido, certainly important for a man so restricted by his netherese orb. But now it was two hours past and he definitely had a musk going on. Taking an extra robe and rag Gale went to the nearby river, only you were there too. Illuminated in moonlight you were bare in front of him. Gale cleared his throat loudly, trying to let you know he was there. What he did not expect was for you to whip around and get out of the water to say hello. He tried his best to only look at your face, he did not succeed. Your skin was glowing with a vei of water cascading down in droplets. Galeâs eyes followed one droplet from your hair, down your neck, across your chest until a certain tattoo caught his eye, infernal script. Trying to keep his focus on the tattoo rather than the flesh its on he asked you if it meant what he thought it did. He was right in fact, and you told him the story behind why you got it, quite the nice tale. The wizard relaxed enough to notice another scar across your soldier âIs that from a magic missile?â He asked without thinking. Nodding in confirmation you turned to show your shoulder blade where the other two missiles struck. As you turned around the coldness of the night hit you like a thunder wave, a massive shiver shook your entire body spraying tiny water droplets around. âGosh you must be freezing,â - Gale wrapped you in his towel-rag before stressfully ushering you back towards the camp. Once you got back to your tent you realized you left your towel and clothes on a nearby rock, you could return the peeping Tom favor.
Halsin: Halsin adores you long before he ever saw your birthday suit, sure he thought about it, quite a lot, but with his focus deep on the shadow-curse he doesnât have time to do much other than think about out. But the first time he does see you was far from romantic or sensual. A hook horror had slashed your entire back open when you got to close, and Halsin watched it all happen. Before the beast even hit the ground he was rushing over to you, he didnât think, he just ripped your armor right off of you to get to the wound. You might have been screaming but his ears were ringing too loud to tell one noise from another. Halsin couldnât even see where scar ended and fresh cut began, your tattoos were doused in enough blood to make them impossible to see against your skin. The bear of an elfâs hand floated above the wound with the same glowing blue light the hook horrorâs body was basking in, thank silvanus he was far enough from the sussur tree for his magic to work. Even with his healing a scar in the same place as the monster's claw marks stayed. Halsinâs druidic skills must be faltering, thatâs what he determines at least. Until the next day, youâre healed fully up and about getting ready to leave camp for the day. Halsin calls out your name - âIâm sorry I could not heal you fully, I tried best I could but the scar persistsâ to his confusion you begin laughing. The scar heâs so upset about has been on you for so long now, and you tell him such. His healing left no scar, in fact he healed you so well an old scar was able to show.
Karlach: The first time she saw you naked you were bathing next to each other after a battle. Even with Dammonâs initial upgrade you canât touch each other, but you swore to find ways to be intimate without touching, just like this. However you neglected to inform her about what lay under your clothes until now, scars covering you head to toe interlaced with tattoos of varying quality. âHey Soldier! How come you didnât tell me before stealing my aesthetic!â You didnât even register this was the first time exposing yourself in such a way, a brief moment of panic before you burst into a smile. âCome here, let me see themâ Karlach makes you twirl around, using the faintest touch of her fingers to pull your arms out and see the tattoos wrapping around them. Her eyes continued to trail down your body, after a gasp she jumped back up to your face - âThat burn scar looks like mine!â She said before pulling down her trousers to show you the near identically placed scar on her thigh. But Karlach didnât ask about the obviously fresher stab scars, she continued to smile at her new discovery but lets the two of you properly bathe for once.
Laeâzel: Even when pinning you against a wall the githyanki warrior wasnât particularly gentle. Itâs not like you didnât know what you were getting yourself into tonight, she had said pretty explicitly she seemed carnal pleasure. Somehow Laeâzel was even more assertive in such a scenario than during your adventures. You couldnât even take your own armor off, she practically ripped it off of you. Your body is exposed to her in an instant, she doesnât react, her hands go immediately to unlace your trousers and undergarments. The night is enjoyable even as exhausting as it was. Only much later does Laeâzel ever comment on them, and its in a conversation praising you twoâs battle prowess âEach scar is a battle fought, a battle won.â You try not to tell her you have at least two scars from dropping the knife while cooking with Gale. Sheâs sweet in her own way.
Shadowheart: Shadowheart first saw you naked while healing a particularly cruel wound, goblin had snuck up on you and slashed your torso deep. You stabilized yourself quick enough with a healing potion but the wound persisted. After the battle you wandered your way over to Shadowhearts tent, asking for help. She laid you down atop her bedroll, sliding your shirt off as you let yourself relax into the makeshift bed. And then you caught it, Shadowheartâs eyes widened, shit. But she didnât say anything; she pressed her warm hands towards your open wound as they lit alight with magic. Radiating from your gash the warm feeling washed over you, your eyes closed softly breathing out in relief. Shadowheart quelled her magic, looking over you for a fat moment. You can feel her eyes wandering over you, up and down your chest, down your stomach and across both your arms. The relief of healing has left you now but youâre still too scared to open your eyes. And then a soft hand traced along your largest scar, her fingers were so light it tickled. âI like your tattoos.â The half-elfâs voice was soft, her eyes focused back on your large scar, âHowâd you get that one.â Whether or not you tell the story sheâs content, happy to have this extra piece of you in her memory.
Wyll: Poor Wyll just wanted to ask about the plans for tomorrow, but not only did he smack his horns on the skeleton of your tent while entering but youâre also as naked as the day you were born. The man nearly shrieked like he saw a ghost, his entire chest swelled up with his shoulders shooting up and he looked like he just swallowed a frog. Without a word Wyll turned on his heel and left your tent, only after trying to cool his blushing face off did he even process all your markings. Upon the log he sat on he dragged his hand up and down his face trying to process what the hells just happened. And then you exited your tent, completely decent this time. You greeted Wyll and sat beside him wondering what he had barged in about in the first place. But the poor man canât even look at you. He as calmly as he could gave you the sincerest apology youâve ever heard. After your acceptance he finally turns to you âSo what does that tattoo across your back mean?â You pause for a moment, then explain as best you can. And that conversation continues just like that, heâd ask how you got a certain scar or tattoo and youâd answer him. In return he showed you one particularly nasty scar on his arm from a monster he fought while traversing the sword coast. What may have started as the most embarrassing moment of your partnership ended with you closer than before.
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Awfully Fond of You
Request: i was wondering if youâd be willing to write a little something for act 1, during the tiefling party for an autistic tav who has a crush on astarion but also has body insecurities + SA trauma, maybe instead of the usual scene that goes down they request to bathe with astarion instead? a tav with poor interoception (sense of awareness with oneâs body) who loves to help and touch others but doesnât quite register others touching them or how they feel about it but still craving intimacy with astarion is something iâm obsessed with (*^^*)*:.ïœĄ. .ïœĄ.:*ăïŸïœ„* i love your writing style and NEVER request so im super nervous!! - đȘŽ (Link to original request here).
Pairing: Astarion x gn!reader Rating: 18+ - no smut, but mature themes Word Count: 7.7k CW: Very vague alludes to SA trauma, reader is a sweetie pie, Astarion is an idiot as always - No explicit smut this time; this one's mostly fluff! Spoilers: Minor spoilers for Act 1 (in-game dialogue, plot points, etc.), as well as Astarion's plotline Also posted to: AO3
a/n: Hello folks! I come bearing my very first request fulfillment! As you can tell from the ask, đȘŽ anon wanted something very personal and sweet, and I'm incredibly honored that they chose me to see their vision come to life. I did my best to hit every beat they requested, while also staying true to my writing style, which, of course, means there's plenty of banter to be had. Yes, it is a bit similar to An Evening To Ourselves and Perfect Every Time (I swear I was in the middle of writing that one when I received this request), but I'm pleased with how this new remix of Astarion's Act 1 romance scene turned out! And yes, the title IS based on a lyric from everyone's favorite Sesame Street bath time song, "Rubber Duckie." HIT IT, BOYS! (Thank you, as always, to @kermitwazowski for beta reading!) NOTE: This Tav is completely separate from bard!Tav and does not take place in the same universe as Beauty and the Bard. Part 5 of that coming soon! And my request box is open!
Without further ado, đȘŽ anon, I hope you like it!
The air in camp was abuzz with laughter and cheer. Booze flowed into goblets and down throats, and smiles graced the faces of nearly every guest currently in attendance of the last minute celebration thrown together by you and your companions.
With the goblins and their leaders defeated in what turned out to be a rather difficult encounter, Halsin and Zevlor had insisted on celebrating with you and your party at your campsite before the tieflings made their way to Baldurâs Gate within the next few days.Â
Alfira supplied the evening with a somewhat constant stream of joyful songs, only stopping every so often to enjoy a drink with Lakrissa, while other tieflings danced and mingled with each other, relief and excitement making their shoulders relax as they reached for more goblets of wine.Â
You were in the process of making your rounds through the party; youâd shared a drink with Shadowheart, some jokes with Gale and Karlach, a quiet moment with Wyll, and a confusing conversation with Laeâzel about limbs being torn from a neogi? You werenât entirely sure what those even were, but you had to assume they were a fearsome creature if Laeâzel was bringing it up.Â
That only left Astarion.
To be honest, youâd been avoiding him all night. Try as he might to catch your eye whenever you passed by, whether it be with a pointed clearing of his throat or a blatant call of your name, you would zero in on something else, and focus all your attention on that. Even if it meant sitting through an extended conversation with Volo.Â
But now, there was nowhere left to go. Unless you opted to avoid him completely. And that would only lead to questions from your companions that you wouldnât know how to answer.
It wasnât that you didnât like him. No. In fact, it was the exact opposite. You liked him a lot. And you werenât sure what to do about it.Â
Astarion was the most beautiful man youâd ever seen and you were⊠you. Youâd been you, your whole life, and knew for a fact that the pair of you were an odd couple. Where he was crass, you were kind. Where he was violent, you opted to talk things through.Â
And yet, you couldnât help but enjoy spending time with him. His bloodlust was fascinating to watch, and you loved sparring both physically and verbally with him. More than once, youâd both saved the otherâs ass in a sticky situation during battle. More than once, youâd allowed him to drink from you to ease his sanguine hunger.Â
You were pretty sure that at the very least, he considered you a friend, though you werenât sure heâd ever directly admit that to you. Unlike Gale and Wyll, who often reminded you how much they appreciated your friendship, Astarion was much tougher to read. Yet despite his somewhat malicious name calling and disapproval towards your actions, you couldnât help but feel that he had a soft spot for you. Even when you were telling him he couldnât kill a man in cold blood, it seemed like he legitimately enjoyed your company. The thought made you smile softly.
Taking in a deep breath and straightening your posture, you finally willed yourself to approach the vampire.
His eyes lit up in that way they often did when he was preparing to tease you.
âThere you are, darling,â he said, dramatically. âI was worried Iâd never see you again.â
âWorried Iâd leave you, huh?â you teased with a smirk.Â
Astarion tsked. âPerish the thought. But I recognize someone avoiding me when I see it.â
âAh,â you clasped your hands in front of yourself, looking down at the ground, âyou noticed that.â
âWhen I usually have to pry you away from me, yes, I noticed.â He took a swig of the wine he was holding.
You nodded and bobbed back and forth on your toes. âBest for last, I guess?â you shrugged your shoulders and smiled at him, hoping heâd drop the subject.
He hummed lamely.Â
âSo,â you perked up, âare you enjoying the party? I see youâve been indulging in the spirits.â
âWatching me, were you?â Astarion smirked and you held up your hands, caught.
âGuilty.â
âYou know,â he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, âI never pictured myself as a hero.â
You reached out to squeeze his arm. âDonât say that.â
His eyes met yours, and he gently pulled his arm out of your grasp. He cleared his throat before continuing.
âNever thought Iâd be the one they toast for saving so many lives. And now that Iâm hereâŠâ He closed his eyes and took another swig of his wine. When he brought the bottle away and opened his eyes, he met you with a scowl. âI hate it. This is awful.â
You laughed. âReally? Saving lives is awful?âÂ
Astarion rolled his eyes. âWe killed some goblins to save some tieflings. The tally of lives didnât change much.â
âYouâre awful,â you shook your head affectionately.Â
He looked smug before puffing his chest. âAnd what do I get for all my hard work?â
âI have a feeling youâre going to tell me.â
âNothing but a pat on the head, and vinegar for wine.âÂ
You pursed your lips and reached for the bottle, brushing your fingers against his own.Â
âLet me try,â you said, lifting the bottle to your lips and taking a sip. Your tongue was flooded with the bitter taste of fermented grapes and something else you couldnât place. Your face scrunched at the flavor and Astarion snorted.
âSee what I mean? Awful.â
You handed the bottle back to him, smacking your tongue to get rid of the aftertaste. He took the opportunity to continue speaking.
âAll I want is a little fun. Is that so much to ask?â
You let out an amused scoff. âKnowing you, it probably is.â
Astarion lifted a hand to his chest in mock offense. âOh, donât be so sour. I like a good time as much as anyone.â
ââSour,ââ you repeated, pointing at his wine bottle. âGood one.â
He smirked. âYou know, we could always make our own entertainment, darling.â
âOh, really?â You lifted an eyebrow. âAnd what does that entail?â
âWe could get a little closer, so to speak.â
You were suddenly very aware of how close you were standing to Astarion. You took a considerable step backwards and crossed your arms.Â
âSorry, I was really close to you just now, wasnât I?â You rubbed up and down your bicep awkwardly.
Astarion blinked before his face settled into a seductive smirk. He reached his free hand out to rest on your hip. âOn the contrary, my dear. I rather like it when youâre close.â
âOh, good,â you sighed in relief. You brought your hand down to where Astarionâs rested on your hip. âSometimes I canât tell.â
He chuckled, squeezing your hip slightly. âSo what do you say?â
âTo us getting closer? I donât mind!â To emphasize your point, you took a step forward and rested your other hand on his shoulder.
Astarion furrowed his brow. Then he chuckled again, gently removing both of your hands from his body. âWhile I appreciate your enthusiasm, letâs wait until things quieten down. Once the others are asleep, weâll find each other.â
âOkay, now Iâm really interested in what kind of entertainment you have planned.â You smirked at him, sensing a shift in his tone, but unsure of what it meant. âDonât tell me youâre a master of shadow puppets or something.â
He smiled skeptically. âVery funny,â he said slowly. âBut I trust youâll meet me?â
You giggled. âYes, Iâll see you later, Astarion.âÂ
âIndeed you will, my love. Indeed you will.â Rather than bid you a proper goodbye, Astarion brought the wine bottle to his lips once more and turned away from you.Â
You spun on your heel and made your way back to the party.Â
This was fine. Good, even! Spending time one-on-one with Astarion was probably exactly what you needed if you wanted to navigate this silly crush youâd developed. Sure, heâd just called you âmy love,â and that was a new one, but it wasnât that much different from the other pet names he threw at you and your companions. You didnât need this foolish infatuation distracting you on your journey or, gods forbid, diverting your attention during battle. No, this would be the perfect time to remind yourself and your fluttering heart that Astarion was, first and foremost, your friend, and a person. It didnât need to be anything more than that.Â
Your feet carried you not too far from Astarionâs tent and landed you at Karlachâs tent, the tiefling in question currently lying on her back, looking up at the stars.
âHey, Hot Stuff,â you said, standing over her.Â
âSoldier!â she grinned, her eyes a bit fuzzy from the wine.Â
âThis seat taken?â You kicked your foot over some dirt to her left.Â
âAll yours,â she said, sitting up to join you.Â
You settled down next to her and watched the party still taking place at the center of camp. It sounded like Gale and Laeâzel were having some sort of heated argument over which main courses were best to prepare for battle, while Halsin awkwardly weaved between them to gather a plate of food for himself.
âSaw you chatting up Fangs just now,â Karlach playfully air-elbowed you, careful not to accidentally touch and scorch you. âDid he have anything good to say?â
âNothing out of the ordinary,â you shrugged. âHe was an ass to me, I was an ass to him, the usual.â
Karlach nodded. âSounds about right.â
You both sat in pleasant silence for a moment before you laughed a little. âItâs funny, he actually asked me to spend time with him tonight, after the party.â
Karlach furrowed her brow. âAfter the party? What do you mean?â
âI donât know,â you shook your head, âhe said we could âmake our own entertainment.ââ You made air quotes when you repeated his words. âI figure he wants to read together or something. It was just weird how he phrased it.â
She sat up a little straighter, her expression growing more serious. âHang on, what were his words, exactly?â
You leaned back a little, confused by her sudden interest in your mundane conversation with the vampire. âUm⊠I donât know. He said he didnât like being a hero, I told him not to say that, he said he wanted more than a pat on the head and bad wine, I tried the wine and it was bad, he said he wanted a little fun, âis that so much to ask?â and I said âknowing you, it probably is,â and then he said we could make our own entertainment. Or something like that.â
âHuh.â Karlach thought for a moment. âI think he means to bone you, Soldier.â
You sputtered out a laugh. âWhat?! No he doesnât!â
âHe sooooo does!â Karlach barked out a laugh. âAnd good for you! I know Iâd ride him to the Feywild and back if I had the chance.â
âHe does not,â you said again, trying to convince yourself as much as you were trying to convince Karlach.Â
But you faltered.Â
âDoes he?â
âSoldier,â Karlach lowered her head at you, giving you an incredulous look, âhe was absolutely asking you to get nasty with him.âÂ
âAre you serious?â
âYes!â she threw her hands up in the air. âWe all see the way you look at each other! You practically undress one another with your eyes every time you see each other!â
âNo we donât!â you argued, but shrank back when Karlach raised an eyebrow at you.Â
âYou do. You know you do.âÂ
âAm I that obvious?â you asked, lifting your hands to your cheeks as you felt them heating up.Â
Karlach started counting on her fingers. âHeâs always the first one you check on after a battle, youâre always walking next to him when weâre traveling, AND you let him drink your blood. Weirdly often. Which is gross.â
âI like helping him,â you countered weakly. âAnd I always check on you guys, too!â
âOf course you do, Soldier, but we can all see how you two treat each other differently.â
You peered over at Astarionâs tent. He lounged comfortably amongst his pillows, a book propped open in his lap and his bottle of wine was not too far off.Â
How could he be so casual and relaxed about all of this? The thought of talking to him later tonight made your stomach drop.
âWhat if I turn him down?â you asked softly, leaning forward to hug your knees.
Karlachâs expression softened. âYou donât have to do anything you donât want to.â She reached out a hand, but retracted it. âIf I could, Iâd rub your back like my mum used to do when I was a kid.â
You smiled over at her. âThanks.â
She nodded. âIf you donât want to sleep with the leech, thatâs your choice. Donât let him talk you into it if itâs not what you want.â
âIâm not entirely sure what I want,â you admitted, looking up at the familiar stars above.
Karlach sighed. âWell, you donât have to decide anything tonight.â She nodded her head towards his tent. âIn fact, I could go beat the shit out of him, if youâd like.â
You laughed. âNot necessary. But I appreciate the offer.â
âIâll do it.â
âI know you will,â you smiled and settled your cheek on top of your knee. âI do really like him,â you confessed.
Karlach thought for a moment. âSo, if you donât mind me asking, whatâs the problem?â She cocked her head curiously.
You sighed. âSex isnât really something⊠I have a great relationship with.â
âAh,â Karlach nodded. âSame,â she joked, flaring her flames a little for good measure.
You snickered quietly. âI wonât get into it, but⊠yeah. No thanks. For now, at least.â
âSay no more,â she held up her hand and turned to observe Astarion at his tent. âYou could always just see what he has to say? Maybe he just wants to show you heâs a master at shadow puppets or something.â
âThatâs what I said!â you laughed, and Karlach joined in.
When youâd both settled, she spoke again. âBut seriously, Soldier. Astarion may be a freaky vampiric bastard, but I donât think heâd hurt you.â
âI donât think he would either.â
âHe knows weâd kill him.â
âIâm sure youâd all take turns sending him to the hells.â
âYou bet your sweet ass we would,â she brought her fist to her hand as if preparing to punch this hypothetical Astarion.Â
After another quiet moment, she spoke again. âYou donât have to go with him tonight. Or, I could come with you, if you want. As backup.â
âThanks,â you said, âbut I think I need to have this conversation with him alone.â
âOf course.â
You looked back over at Astarionâs tent. He was now standing and stretching his arms over his head. When he caught you watching him, he smirked and threw a wink in your direction. You quickly snapped your head forward, back towards the center of the party. Groaning, you brought your hands up to cover your face.
âWhat am I gonna do?â
~~~~~
Staring into the trees ahead of you, you remained frozen in place.Â
The party had died down and dispersed about an hour ago, giving you and your companions plenty of time to perform a quick cleanup and head to bed. And just as Astarion had said, once a peaceful quiet had enveloped the camp, heâd come to your tent and wordlessly motioned for you to follow him.Â
Now you were wringing your hands, trying to convince yourself to follow after him into the forest.
Karlach was right: you didnât have to do anything you didnât want to do. And Astarion was a reasonable guy.Â
To a degree.
Okay, no he wasnât.Â
He was always prepared to kill someone who wronged him in an instant. But surely heâd be reasonable in this department. Your gut told you that that was true. And if it wasnât, youâd sicc Karlach and the others on him.Â
You knew it wouldnât come to that, though. You felt strongly that he was the type who wouldnât react rashly to a rejection.Â
Before youâd even made up your mind to do so, you found yourself walking into the trees, following the general direction youâd seen Astarion head off towards. The least you could do was hear him out. And who knew, maybe this would be a funny anecdote in your friendship later on down the line. Only time would tell.
It took a few minutes of mindless wandering before you reached a clearing. You kept going, prepared to keep walking until you eventually found Astarion, when you spotted him emerging from behind a tree in your peripheral.Â
You screeched to a halt and turned to face him, growing stiff with nerves when you realized he was shirtless.Â
âThere you are,â he said, his hand lingering on the tree behind him. âIâve been waiting.âÂ
He approached you slowly.Â
Seductively.Â
You stood completely still.
He continued, âWaiting since the moment I set eyes on you.â
You swallowed thickly.
He moved even closer. âWaiting to have you.â
âAbout that,â you said, struggling to keep your voice steady, âwhat exactly do you mean?â
Astarionâs sensual expression morphed into one of confusion. Then he laughed a little. âIsnât it obvious? Tonight is about pleasure.â
âI was afraid youâd say that,â you muttered.
While you were pretty sure he heard you, Astarion pressed on anyway.Â
âYours. Mine. Our collective ecstasy.â
âAstarion,â you said quickly, surging forward to grab his hands in yours, âplease.â
He looked surprised, but quickly recovered with an alluring smirk. âPlease what, darling?â
âWe donât have to.â
Astarion narrowed his eyes skeptically. âDonât have to what?â
You groaned and leaned your head forward to rest on his bare shoulder. After a second you lifted your face back up to look at him. âWe donât have to sleep together.â
This time, Astarion looked stunned. âThen⊠what are you doing here?âÂ
You shrugged. âI thought we could talk.â
Astarion pulled away from you and took a step back. ââTalk?â I thought we had an understanding?â
âSee, thatâs the thing,â you said, âI did not understand.â
âHmm,â he hummed and tilted his head in disbelief.
âIâm serious,â you said, stepping closer to him again. âI thought you wanted to spend time together.â
âOh, but I do,â his lips quirked up mischievously. âI mean to spend the entire night with you, my dear.â
âAnd while that sounds great, I think you and I are having different thoughts about how to spend that time.â You held his gaze, willing him to hear you.
He humphed. âSo you donât want to have sex with me?â
âNot right now, no.â
He sputtered his lips together and threw his arms up. âAnd what does that mean?â
âIt means⊠It means I donât want to have sex right now. At all.â You watched his face scrunch in incredulity. âIt has nothing to do with you!â you clarified, grabbing one of his hands again. âBelieve me, this is all me.â
Astarion looked you up and down, scanning your body language. You still held his hand and leaned into him ever so slightly.Â
âWhatâs this then?â he asked, placing his free hand over the hand holding his.
You pulled away from him completely. âSorry,â you said, âI end up touching the people I like. I donât realize Iâm doing it.â
He narrowed his eyes, putting the pieces together in his head.Â
âYou like me.â
âYes.â
âAnd you donât want to sleep with me.â
âYes.â
âSo⊠what? You want to be friends or something?â He made a sour expression.
You laughed softly. âIâd like to think weâre already friends, actually.â
âAnd why would you think that?â Astarion asked, but you saw in his eyes that he was teasing.
You smiled lightly. âMaybe because you wonât stop following me around FaerĂ»n?â
âWell, itâs not like I-â
âOr maybe because youâve had a taste of my blood and now you canât get enough?â
âOkay, thatâs-â
âOr maybe because Karlach said you treat me differently than you treat everyone else.â
âShe did not!â Astarion sounded genuinely scandalized and you laughed.
âFace it, pretty boy, you like me, too.â
Astarion groaned and rolled his eyes. âThis is not at all going how I planned.â
You pursed your lips and wrapped your arms around yourself again. âSorry.â
He glanced back at you and saw you staring at the ground. He sighed.Â
âNo, Iâm sorry, darling.â
You met his eyes. He stepped closer and placed his hands on your cheeks. Instinctively, you leaned into his touch.Â
âI assumed you wanted the same thing as me, and I was wrong.â
âItâs okay,â you assured. âYou couldnât have known.â
âStill,â he said, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek, âI misread your touches as advances rather thanâŠâ He searched for the proper words. âOne of your quirks.â
You exhaled, amused. âYou didnât entirely misread me.â
âPardon?â
âI do like you. A lot. And if things were different, maybe I would sleep with you, butâŠâ
Astarion pulled away from you and held up a hand. âNo explanation needed, darling.â He smirked. âBut it's good to know how you feel.â
You felt your cheeks go red. âYeah,â you said, suddenly shy.
Astarion clicked his tongue. âYouâre so adorable when youâre thinking of what to say.â
You shook your head and patted your cheeks. âI have another idea,â you said.
He nodded for you to continue and crossed his arms.
âUm⊠if itâs alright with you, IâŠâ You paused, not exactly sure how heâd react.Â
âWhat is it, darling?â
âIâd like to⊠bathe you.â
Astarion uncrossed his arms and looked rather dumbfounded.
âWhat?â
Your words came out clumsily and a little too fast: âOr not! I donât know, I just like you so much, and Iâd like to be closer to you but I donât want to have sex with you so I thought maybe we could get closer another way, or maybe-â
âOkay,â Astarion interrupted.
âHuh?â
He moved closer to you and brushed some hair out of your face.
âOkay,â he repeated softly. âLetâs bathe together.â
âOh,â you said, disbelief painting your features.Â
Astarion laughed. âDid you assume Iâd say no?â
You shrugged as a smile grew on your face. âI donât know what I expected,â you reached for his hand, âbut Iâm really glad you said yes.â
~~~~~
The walk back to camp was pleasantly silent, save for the crickets singing their nightly aria. Astarion kept pace with you, the back of your hands brushing every so often, each time sending a tiny shock wave through your body.Â
This was happening. You were going to have a private, intimate moment with Astarion. Even if it hadnât been what he originally intended, you were happy to think of a compromise that still allowed you to get close to him in a way that you knew the others in camp hadnât, and probably wouldnât. It made you feel special.
Happy.
And nervous.Â
Nervous as all hells, to be honest. You felt your heart speeding up with every step you took, bringing you closer to camp.
âSomething wrong, darling?â Astarion asked, giving you a sideways glance.
You jumped a little when his voice broke the silence. âHuh?â
âYour heart, love. Itâs pounding.â He waggled his eyebrows teasingly. âNervous?â
âOh, that.â You held a hand to your chest and focused on slowing your breathing. When you turned to look at him, you asked, âIs that weird?â
âSeeing as how this was your suggestion, maybe a little.â He smiled and nudged his shoulder into yours.
You groaned. âIf this is too weird, letâs just not.â
Astarion halted and grabbed your wrist to stop you. He spun you to look into his eyes. âWhateverâs going on in that pretty little head of yours, darling, cut it out.â
âOh, okay great. Done.â
âReally?â
âNo, not really!â You narrowed your eyes at him.
He sighed. âNever is that easy, is it?â
It was a rhetorical question, but you shook your head anyway.Â
âWell, whateverâs making you nervous, Iâll strive to steer clear of it.â
He looked at you expectantly, as if he wanted some sort of explanation. You avoided his eyes and moved to continue walking towards camp. He followed close behind.
âItâs just thatâŠâ you paused, trying to collect your thoughts. âI havenât been⊠naked in front of someone. For a while.â
Astarion bit his lip, mirth in his eyes.
âDonât laugh!â you exclaimed, mortified.
âNo, no, darling!â His tone was gleeful. âApologies. Itâs just that thatâs whatâs making you nervous? Iâll have you know that youâre one of the more beautiful creatures who Iâve attempted to bed. You have nothing to fear. Iâve seen all manner of bodies and I can assure you, yours will be nothing short of exquisite. In fact, your shyness is rather endearing.â He smiled at you, looking like he might still be withholding a laugh.
You flattened your lips into a line. âDonât say things you donât mean.â You began walking ahead of him but stopped when you heard him call your name.
âI may be a rake and a thief, but Iâm no liar.â
You blinked at him. âYes you are! You lie all the time!â
âOkay, yes, sure, but I donât lie about things that matter! Things like this!â He motioned up and down, indicating your body.
Just as he did so, the two of you emerged from the trees and into camp. You held a finger to your lips and indicated for him to be quiet. He nodded and padded after you as you crept quietly towards the shore of the lake that lapped quietly next to your sleeping campsite. You bent to pick up towels, along with the bucket that held soap and other washing supplies that you and your companions shared in an effort to stay clean on the road. You held them up and motioned for Astarion to follow you again, away from where Withers stoically kept watch, and more towards where youâd spoken with Wyll earlier in the evening. When you turned to face Astarion, his eyes were full of questions.
âAre you sure you still want to do this?â you asked.
He perked up and grinned. âMy love, there is nothing Iâd like more.â
You searched his eyes one more time to make sure he was serious. When you were satisfied with what you saw, you motioned for him to step into the lake.Â
âLadies first,â you teased, looking anywhere but at Astarion.
He, in turn, looked down his nose at you. âI know what this is,â he said, pointing a lazy finger at you.
âWhatâs what?â
âYouâre stalling, darling.â
âI am not!â
Astarion crossed his arms and tilted his head towards you, unimpressed.
Your posture fell into a slouch. âOkay fine, maybe I am stalling.â
âReally?â Astarion said dramatically before dropping his arms to his sides again. He approached you, close enough to where you could feel his cool breath on your face.Â
He placed both of his hands on your hips. You looked down to watch as his fingers drummed a calming rhythm into your sides. He whistled quietly, gaining your attention.Â
âLetâs start here,â he suggested, now fingering the hem of your shirt. He refused to let you look away.Â
You nodded.
âGood,â he purred as you raised your arms and helped him take off your shirt.Â
The cool air of the evening immediately sent goosebumps down your arms, and you unconsciously crossed them over your chest for warmth.
Astarion tsked. âCome now,â he protested and placed two gentle hands on your wrists, guiding them to your sides. âLovely,â he praised once he was able to look at you.Â
You made an uncomfortable sound before placing your hands on your waistband.Â
âThese probably need to come off next, right?â
âTypically thatâs how one bathes themself, yes.â
âRight,â you agreed, watching as Astarion mirrored you and reached for his own waistband. You looked down at your legs as you removed your pants, leaving you in only your underwear.Â
âGoodness, love,â Astarion said quietly and you looked at him shyly. He himself was now only in his underwear. âYou have nothing to be shy about. Youâre magnificent.â
âWould you shush and get into the water please?â you half teased, half begged. Anything to end this weird tension you were feeling.Â
âAlright,â he laughed softly before reaching for the waistband of his underwear. He looked at you for approval. When you nodded, he removed them in one fluid motion as if heâd done this a million times. Maybe he had.
Regardless, you couldnât help but stare at the space between his legs.
He cleared his throat awkwardly. âEyes up here.â
âSorry,â you said, immediately flicking your eyes up to his face. âI didnât- Itâs just-â
Astarion chuckled. âI understand.â
âThank you,â you said, breathing a sigh of relief.Â
âYour turn,â he said, lifting his eyebrows.
You bit your lip and slowly reached for your underwear. When you pulled them off, Astarion watched you without a hint of judgment in his eyes. You ran a hand through your hair and shifted nervously on your feet.Â
He held out a hand to you and you stared at it before looking up at his face. He rolled his eyes.
âIâm not going in this frigid water alone, are you mad?â
You laughed and took his hand. He instantly pulled your body to his, holding you so that you were chest to chest. He gave you a seductive smirk before leaning in. You leaned away, avoiding his advances. You shook your head ever so slightly before stepping into the gentle water. Astarion remained standing on the shore before following after you.Â
Braving the cold of the water, you sunk down until you were sitting in neck deep water. You let the bucket youâd brought with you float next to you as Astarion crept through the water, clearly freezing.Â
âWhy did I let you convince me to bathe at night? Thereâs no sun out to warm this wretched lake.â
You ducked your mouth below the surface to blow some bubbles in his direction. âYou should know by now that dunking your whole body helps you warm up faster.â
He gave you a dirty look before slowly sinking down in front of you, yelping and contorting his face the entire time. You couldnât help but squawk out a laugh.Â
When he was fully seated, he pulled you towards him, making you sit in his lap. He gave you a sensual look that had you frowning and pulling back. He raised a quizzical eyebrow.
âSomething wrong?â he asked.
âWhen I said I wanted to bathe you, thatâs all I meant.â
âAh.â His tone was confused. Then he shook his head. âRight, sorry. This is - well⊠you know.â He smiled, looking like he was admitting defeat and that he wasnât pleased about it. âI have no idea what to do with you.â
You swam behind him, pulling the bucket of soap towards you and laying your hands on both of his shoulders. âYou donât have to do anything.â
He spun to face you. âNothing?â
You nodded and he huffed out a laugh. âNo sex, no fooling aroundâŠIâm sorry, darling. Itâs just - having to slow down, itâs⊠Iâm just not used to it.âÂ
âThatâs okay,â you rested your hands on his shoulders again. âWeâre in no rush.â
He hummed. âCan you⊠I donât know. Help? Show me what to do?â
Laughing, you took his hand. âIâll try.â
You led your weightless bodies into shallower water and had Astarion sit facing away from you, towards the shore. Reaching for the bucket again, you pulled out a bar of soap and a sponge.Â
âRelax,â you cooed, seeing how tensely he held his shoulders close to his ears.Â
He let loose a breath and you watched as he relaxed his muscles. Your eyes traveled lower, suddenly catching a glimpse of a complicated and gruesome scar on his back. Your eyes widened, taking in how the water and moonlight reflected off of it. Calmly, you dipped the sponge in the water and added soap before gently rubbing his right shoulder. Astarion melted further, allowing his neck to tilt forward, which, in turn, gave you a better view of his scarred flesh.
âUm⊠Is it okay for me to wash your back?â you hesitated in bringing the sponge across his shoulder and over his back to his other shoulder.
âWhy wouldnât - oh. I suppose youâre talking about the poem.â He barely looked over his shoulder at you.
âIâve never seen a poem like this,â you said quietly, a hint of anger in your voice.
He chuckled darkly in response. âItâs a gift from my old master, Cazador. He considered himself quite the artist and used his slaves as a canvas. Do you like it, darling?â He shimmied his shoulders, mockingly preening over the evidence of his own torment.
âNot at all,â you said evenly, continuing to wash his shoulders.Â
âOuch, love, youâd hurt his feelings if he heard that.â Not a hint of joy reached his eyes.
âI donât much care about the feelings of this old master of yours.â
âOh, be still, my undead heart,â he held a hand to his chest sarcastically. Then he sighed. âYouâre allowed to wash it. It doesnât hurt anymore.â His voice was quiet when he said, âThank you for asking.â
Wordlessly, you moved the sponge from the back of his neck to his shoulder blades.Â
âIâm not going to break,â he laughed softly, âyou donât have to be so gentle.â
You increased the pressure you were applying to his skin before adding more soap to the sponge. âMove up a little,â you instructed, tapping him to move closer to the shore. âLean forward.â
Now you had a better angle to wash away the grime of the road from his back, and an even better view of the scar. You clicked your tongue and set to work.Â
Perhaps uncomfortable by your silence, Astarion began to speak again. âHe, Cazador, composed and carved that poem over the course of a night.â There was a venom to his words. Maybe a deep regret, or a weighing sadness. âHe made a lot of revisions as he went.â
Your hand paused over a particularly brutal ridge. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your cheek against the raised tissue. âYouâre brave for enduring that.â
âWhat are you doing?â Astarion straightened, making you push your cheek further into his skin.Â
You pulled back immediately. âSorry, I wanted to hug you. I should have asked. I just⊠wanted you to know that I care.â
Astarion looked over his shoulder at you blankly. âYou âcare?ââ
You nodded. âTurn back around, let me keep washing you.â
He gave you a slight nod before facing forward again and leaning over.Â
After another silent moment of gliding the sponge across his back, you asked, âAny idea what it means? Or is it just some pattern?â
Astarion let out an unamused laugh. âHells if I know. Not sure how much you know about vampires, darling, but typically, we canât see our reflections.â He spoke as if talking to a child.Â
You splashed his back with a small wave from your hand. âDonât do that.â
âDo what?â
âYouâre lashing out at me when I was just asking a question.â
âI-â He paused. Then he fell silent.
âIâm sorry if I overstepped but⊠Iâm not your enemy,â you said gently. âWe donât have to keep talking about this. We donât have to talk at all.â
Astarion groaned. âSilence is dreadful, darling.â
âIs that why you never stop talking?â you teased, trying to lighten the mood again.
âGood one,â he said flatly, but you could hear the smile in his voice. âI only talk because you lot never have anything interesting to say.â
You scoffed with a smile. âI have plenty of interesting things to say!â
âOh, really? Like what?â
âLike-â you thought for a moment. âLike the other day! When I was talking with you about your embroidery!â By now youâd moved on to washing over Astarionâs arms. You spun him to face you so you could wash and massage his hands.Â
Astarion clicked his tongue. âUnfortunately, darling, thatâs not an entirely interesting topic, seeing as how I was in the middle of mending a shirt and you just wanted an excuse to talk to me.â
âI did not!â you denied, massaging between his fingers. Unconsciously, his fingers curled around yours before retracting and flexing.Â
âDeny all you want, you still didnât say anything interesting.â
âHmm,â you narrowed your eyes at him. âIf Iâm so uninteresting, why did you want to spend the evening with me of all people?â You were massaging his other hand.Â
âYou-â He paused again.
âI?â
âYouâre⊠Iâm still trying to figure you out.â His voice grew softer when you pulled yourself closer to wash across his chest. You sensed the shift and looked up at his face to make sure he was okay with your actions. When he nodded minutely, you continued.Â
âIf youâre trying to figure me out⊠one might say that youâre interested in me.â
He groaned. âSay whatever you want to help you sleep better tonight, darling.â
âUh huh,â you said pleasantly to yourself, feeling like youâd won. You looked away to add more soap to the sponge and when you looked back, you realized how close you were to his face. His pupils were blown wider than usual and you could see yourself reflected in his eyes against the moonlight. His breath tickled your face.Â
He watched you with an intensity that had you hesitating. Why was he so-?
âLook up,â you said, looking up yourself to demonstrate what you wanted. âPlease.â
He held your gaze for as long as he could before looking up at the sky.Â
You carefully brushed the sponge along his throat, pausing briefly when you got to the twin wounds on his throat from the night he was turned. You circled them gently with the sponge before rinsing the suds with water cupped in your hand. A shiver ran through Astarionâs body.
âAre you okay?â you asked.
âYes,â he said looking back down at you once youâd finished rinsing the suds away. âBut Iâd very much like to kiss you.â
You blinked a few times before resting your forehead against his. When you pulled back, you asked, âIs it okay for me to wash your hair?â
Astarion looked at you for a moment, his eyes flicking to your lips for a second before meeting your eyes again. âI suppose so,â he said.
âI donât have to. Your legs are still-â
âI can handle my own lower half, thank you.â He winked at you.
You smiled and handed him the sponge before bringing yourself to rest behind him again. You gathered the bucket that was still floating nearby and submerged it until it was filled about halfway with water.
âYou can either dunk yourself, or I can pour this over your head,â you held the bucket for Astarion to see.
âIâm actually quite enjoying you taking care of me, darling. I trust you wonât drown me.â
âA mistake,â you said, pretending to dump the bucket over his head all at once. âCan vampires even drown? Itâs not like you need to breathe.â
âIâd rather not find out, if itâs all the same to you,â he smirked.Â
Instead of dumping the entire bucket on his head like you threatened, you poured a gentle stream along the back of his skull before moving forward to evenly wet the rest of his hair.Â
âBloody hells, that is cold,â he pushed some flattened curls out of his face.
âFor being a fearsome vampire, you sure are a wimp,â you teased.Â
âI could rip your throat out.â
âAnd I might be able to drown you.â You placed firm hands on both his shoulders and pushed gently, as if you wanted to test your theory.Â
âTerrifying,â he smirked, running the sponge along his legs underwater.
âYou should see what I did to those goblins who were holding Halsin hostage.â
Astarion laughed. âI know, darling, I was there. Who knew you could be so hellbent on vengeance?â
You laughed softly, coating your hands in soap before running them through his curls. âThereâs a lot you donât know about me.â
âLike?â he prompted.
âAstarion!â you exclaimed sarcastically. âYou want to know more about me?â
âWell if I knew youâd make a fuss, I wouldnât have said anything.â Despite his tone, his eyes were closed in pleasure as you continued to massage his scalp.Â
You chuckled quietly, trying to think of something to share with him.Â
âIâve lived in Baldurâs Gate my whole life,â you started.
âA shame we never crossed paths.â
âIâm not entirely sure youâd spare me a passing glance.â
Astarion opened his eyes. âDonât say that.â
You shrugged. âI read a lot, growing up, and liked being indoors. But I also liked the outdoors. I helped my dad tend our garden, and helped my mom cook dinnerââ
âHow quaint.â
âWeâd visit my aunt in the Upper City every Midwinter, and I wanted to be a teacher when I grew up.âÂ
âPity, you have such a promising career as a spa keeper.â
You examined Astarionâs head to make sure you hadnât missed a spot. When you were pleased with your own work, you continued: âThis is the first big adventure Iâve ever been on.â
âFirst brain worm?â Astarion opened one eye and pointed to his temple.
You laughed and nodded.Â
He smiled. âMine, too.â
You filled the bucket with more water and held a hand over his forehead to keep soapy water from splashing into his eyes when you poured the fresh water over his foamy locks.Â
Astarion sighed as the soap began to wash away. You filled the bucket again to repeat the process.Â
âDid you ever foresee yourself bathing a beautiful vampire, when you were a child?â
You pursed your lips. âI mean, I had my hopes.â You smiled as he let out a laugh.Â
âTonight definitely didnât go how I expected,â he admitted.
âYou didnât foresee yourself getting bathed by your incredibly interesting leader?â
He let out an amused breath from his nose. âNo I did not.â
You finished rinsing out the last of the soap from his hair, but continued raking your fingers through it. âAre you disappointed?â Your voice was small.
He turned to face you, making your hands disconnect from his curls. âNot at all,â he said, sounding genuine. âPleasantly surprised, actually.â He thought for a moment. âAnd cleaner than Iâve been in weeks. Probably.â
You laughed. âHappy to have provided my services.â
He smiled at you, his eyes softer than youâd ever seen them. âThis was nice.â He lifted his hand to swipe through his hair. âLetâs hope you didnât ruin my hair.â
âWith soap and water?â
âYou might have done it wrong,â he teased.
âHow? Itâs soap and water!â
âNot so loud,â he chuckled, nodding his head towards camp. You could vaguely hear Gale snoring in the distance.Â
âIâm leaving,â you joked, moving to get up, but Astarion grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into the water.
âAm I not to return the favor?â
You looked back at him and half smiled, patting his cheek. âIâm not convinced youâd do a thorough enough job.â With that, you pushed away from him and got up, gathering the bathing materials and walking back to shore where towels awaited.Â
Astarion sputtered behind you. âHow dare you! I could give you a massage, the likes of which youâve never experienced before!â
âYou know, sometimes, Astarion, people do things for other people, and donât want anything in return.â You threw the towel over your head to start drying your hair before wrapping it around your body.Â
Astarion did the same before bending to pick up your discarded clothes. âI- Well⊠You-â He sighed heavily. âYouâre a tricky one, arenât you?â
âIâm not trying to be,â you shrugged.
âAnd yet,â he sidled up next to you, offering you his arm, âyou are.âÂ
You took his arm in one hand and the bucket of washing supplies in the other and followed him as he led you back into camp. You placed the materials back where you found them and brought your newly freed hand up to wrap around Astarionâs arm. You leaned your head onto his shoulder.Â
When you arrived at your tent, he handed you your clothes.Â
âI suppose this is where we end our evening,â he said quietly so as not to wake the others.
âI suppose so,â you agreed, your eyes shining as you looked at him.
âWhat?â he asked.
âThank you for letting me do that,â you said, still holding his arm. âI hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.â
âI did,â he said. âVery much, actually.â When he saw the excited look on your face, he amended, âDonât be weird.â
âIâm not weird,â you said, weirdly.
âUh huh,â Astarion said, pulling his arm out of your grip, not unkindly.
âWe can do it again,â you bobbed on your feet, âif you want.â
âI⊠could be persuaded,â he nodded.
âGood,â you said. Then you surged forward to kiss his cheek. âThank you. Goodnight Astarion.â You turned and ducked down into your tent.
âPleasant dreams, darling,â he said softly.Â
You didnât see how his hand lingered on his cheek where your lips had made contact, didnât see the small smile that crept onto his face or the mask beginning to slip.Â
Instead, you had pleasant dreams filled with laughs and curls and a flash of fangs accompanied by a smile of delight.Â
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Nobody's Fool (Astarion x GN! Reader) Part 1
Synopsis: You approach Astarion at the Tiefling party and get rejected. Everyone else and Astarion knows he made a mistake, but you certainly don't.
Author Note: I LOVE Shadowheart- okay. Love her, but she is also my favorite hot girl rival in my fiction. No idea why. I just also love the idea of her being best friends with a Selunite by the end of her journey (or ship her hardcore with an Oathbreaker Paladin)
CW: Sad boi rejection hours, mentions of sex, mentions of Dead Dove.
Based off of a post by @golden-baby
(I also listened to Avril Lavigneâs Nobodyâs Fool while writing this and itâs very good if you havenât heard it)
(IDK Who this gif belongs too, but it is not mine)
You have always been the first person to throw yourself into a situation and help others- it was what had drawn you to being a Cleric of Selune in the first place.Â
 You miss being a young cleric studying the life domain under the stars and the bright moon. You miss not feeling so terrified.Â
 All this tadpole has brought you is anxiety and fear, you have a feeling it will be okay. You are here for a reason and you trust that Selune needs you to trust her.Â
 Meeting Shadowheart had certainly confirmed that- she obviously was plummeting down the wrong path, but she has also flipped this thinking on you a few times. Only, you cannot understand following a Goddess as cruel as Shar. She has obviously brought serious damage to Shadowheartâs life and you are determined to support her- whether she gets away from Sharâs doctrine now or fifty years from now, you will be here to help her when the time comes.
 In spite of your differences, you actually go to the same spot and pray together- farther away from each other, but the sentiment is still there. Occasionally you drink together after a particularly weird or bad day. You find you both can talk about your religious beliefs and you are open to hers which in turn has begun to show her how to be open to your religious doctrine. Itâs nice to have someone to talk about the bigger powers at play- even if that person opposes your Goddess so viciously. You donât really care- you know followers of Shar are hurt people hurting people. They need love just as much as the next person.Â
 Laeâzel has been a tougher nut to crack, but you have provided sympathy where you can and support her. You promised her that you would all head to the mountains and search for the CrechĂ©. If the cure is there- she will get it. That has made Laeâzel feel better a few times.
 Karlach just wants a good life and to talk about the joys of Life, Gale wants someone to talk to about magic and help finding magic items, and Wyll just wants to feel accepted and like he is still the mighty Blade of Frontiers.
 Then there is Astarion.
 You have been head over heels for the man since he knocked you to the ground and questioned you. You could probably stare at him forever if it wasnât so Gods damn creepy.Â
 You practically bend over backwards to help him- far more than you do for others, anyhow. He seems to like you and you have definitely thought about asking him to go on a date with you at some point.Â
 But then you think about how not romantic having a tadpole in your head is and nix the idea.Â
  You listen to him whenever he speaks to you, any books you find usually end up going to him. Gale is still pretty upset about the Necromancy of Thay.Â
 Any new short swords, daggers, arrows, bows, crossbows, armor, potions, etc- you name it, you probably already gave it to him. You often think you may be far too obvious with your affections, but itâs the only thing you know kind of appeases him.
 Every decision you make he despises and makes a point of mocking you for. Karlach is often telling him to knock it off, but that usually just makes it worse so you just laugh it off even though it hurts. You just remind yourself that he lived as a slave for the last 200 years and you are the first to admit that your Goddess failed to save him. You donât know why, but it is what it is. Maybe one day he will see that not all people are his ruthless master.Â
You also let him drink from you every three or so days. If he is injured in battle- you are first to offer him another drink.Â
 Astarion calls you, âDarling '' from time to time and you thought that might be something, but you also heard him call Karlach and Shadowheart that too.Â
 You feel so conflicted when you go to bed- he seeks out Shadowheart and never you at bedtime. He spends all night talking to her about Gods only knows what. You are certain some of it is mocking you, but you try to remain optimistic. He wouldnât do that- you have been nothing but kind to him. What could he even say?
 Tonight is the first night that he is by himself and not talking to Shadowheart. You can do it- just go up and ask him if he would like to take a walk with you. No big deal.Â
 âHi Astarion,â you say softly, âare you having fun?â
âNo- no thanks to you, by the way.â
 Your smile falters slightly, but you rebound.Â
âIâm sorry- I wasnât trying to ruin your night.â
 Astarion rolls his eyes and flashes a smile that makes your breath catch.Â
 âI suppose it couldnât be helped, Darling,â he says with a dismissive wave, âyou and all your do gooder nonsense was bound to get us here eventually.â
 You smile brightly- happy with the positive step forward.Â
âHow rude of me- I forgot to ask- how can I help you this evening?âÂ
  This is the big moment- you can do it!Â
âI was-â you clear your throat, take a deep breath and avoid his eyes, âI was wondering if you would want to go on a walk with me on the beach later?âÂ
 Astarion blinks a few times and you think you see the hint of a smile- it makes you feel slightly optimistic.Â
 Until it turns into a snort and a laugh he canât hold back.
âYou are so naive,â your heart drops, âwhatever gave you the impression that I would want to âgo on a walkâ with you?âÂ
 You frown, a lump in your throat is beginning to form and you feel so embarrassed that you wouldnât even know where to begin to explain yourself.
âI- youâre right. Iâm sorry.â
âI am glad we could clear that up.â
âMe too,â you say with a forced smile, âgood night.â
âYou donât have to-â
 You walk away- all the horror and heartbreak simply being far far too much to bear. How could you be so positively stupid?Â
 Your mother always chastised you for this kind of thing- you give and give and give, hoping it will make people love you, but it never works. They will take everything from you and then some because they can.Â
 You sit on an alcove overlooking the camp- far enough away that you hopefully wonât be spotted by anyone. You wish you hadnât- you just barely catch a glimpse of Astarion dragging the all alluring and elusive Shadowheart away into the forest.Â
 You are diminished to tears- your heart feels like it has splinters all over it and your stomach feels like it may twist before collapsing in on itself.Â
 You are about to give up and leave, but the sound of approaching footsteps catches your attention.Â
âItâs just me,â Wyll says with his hands up, a friendly smile on his face, âyou seemed like you may need a friend.â
 You laugh and wipe your tears away, âand here I thought I was hiding it so well.â
 âYou do, my friend,â Wyll says before putting a hand on your shoulder, âwhat troubles you?âÂ
 âYou are going to think Iâm stupid.â
 Wyll laughs lightheartedly, âI have seen and done my fair share of âstupidâ.âÂ
 You inhale deeply and tell Wyll your story- from start to finish. You are a crying mess by the end of it- so much so that Wyll actually maneuvered you and began cradling you in his arms.Â
 His heartbeat helps steady you- the connection to nature and the ground is helpful. It makes it all feel a bit better- you suppose.
 You eventually sit back down next to Wyll- your face is blotchy and red, tear stained and puffy.Â
âI have noticed that you give Astarion all of you,â Wyll says with a frown, âspirit, body, heart, and mind.
âMaybe it is time to stop- set some boundaries for yourself. I am sorry that you did not get the answer you wanted, but at least now you know and that is a blessing. You can now look for someone who truly wants you and gives equally as much as they take.âÂ
 You nod. You had hoped to hear more of a, âhe will come aroundâ message, but you know this is the better, healthier message. You despise it, but itâs true.
 You and Wyll spend time talking about other things. You tell him how you hope to open your own clinic one day and help people who cannot afford it. Wyll tells you about the Sword Coast, his failings, and his own trauma.Â
 He teaches you different constellations, the different flora in the area, and what the fishing season was like when the town was functioning and Wakeenâs rest was up and running. It sounds like it was a beautiful place to live before all of this nonsense erupted.
 Itâs fun and Wyll makes you feel seen and appreciated. He still isnât Astarion, but you know it will take some time before you can look at someone else and thatâs okay.
 Wyll walks you back to camp and you donât bother to look over at Astarionâs tent nor do you go that way like you usually would. You noticed he was back and so was Shadowheart. Both of their clothes were ruffled- itâs been at least two hours so you can only imagine.
  âGood night, Tav,â Wyll kisses you on the back of the hand before engulfing you in a large hug that you gladly accept, âsleep well- tomorrow will be better.â
 You go to your bedroll and begin to open your healing magics book when a knock on your tent post gets your attention. Maybe itâs Wyll. He did say he enjoyed talking to you, maybe he wants to spend the night? That doesnât seem overly realistic though- he is a perfect gentleman.
âCome in,â you say, still not looking up, âwhatâs up?âÂ
âI was hoping I may be able to get a small snack?â
 Oh. Itâs Astarion.
 You just fed him earlier today before the party. Usually you would say yes, but Wyll is right- you canât keep giving him everything and leaving nothing for yourself.Â
âI- I am really sorry,â he frowns and his ears even droop, âI am just really tired and I donât-â
âNo worries, Tav.â He says with a forced smile on his face, âhave a good evening.â
  You are shaking after he leaves the tent. You cannot believe you just did that. You set a whole boundary.Â
 No he did not call you by a pet name nor did he flirt with you. Yes he frowned and it made your heart hurt, but you need to start putting yourself first.Â
  You still cry yourself to sleep and you wake up early enough to wash your face with cold water- any evidence of your heartbreak is completely gone.Â
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 You have managed to really avoid Astarion for the last four, almost five days. You let him feed because you donât want him to starve to death, but you found out that casting âcalmâ on yourself beforehand keeps your adrenaline from kicking up so you no longer react to him.
 You cry afterwards, obviously, but he doesnât need to know that. He is right- he never did anything to make you believe he liked you and it was very naive of you to assume he did. However, you do commend yourself for your courage to try and you even walked away with your dignity.Â
 At the end of the day, you are proud of yourself and you love yourself more than anything. You will continue your mission and continue to help people because you enjoy helping people. Right now, this group of weirdos needs you and you need you so that you all make it out of this nonsense alive.
 That is more than enough to keep someone busy.
 First there was a Hag to fight, then you unfortunately had to kill a monster hunter (you didnât talk to Astarion about it afterwards, that is Shadowheartâs job), and fought a bunch of spiders off- which also brought up the Necromancy of Thay argument again. That was exhausting.Â
 Astarion opened the door on a Bugbear and Ogre bumping uglies, you also had to really put your foot down so that he wouldnât send a dark Gnome flying. He was quite frustrated with you, but he understood your reasoning enough to not do it.Â
 Then there were the Gnolls and Astarion had opened the chest which caused the Zhentarim guild to attack and try to make you all explode. Thankfully you were able to save that weird artist, but no one from the guild survived. 10/10 supplies though.Â
 There are things to be done and places to see. Exploring the Underdark first made the most sense. It upset Laeâzel, but she said she trusts your judgment which warms your heart.Â
 It is certainly not a quick or easy journey to get to the entrance inside the abandoned temple of your Goddess. You can hear Shadowheart saying snarky things- Astarion snorts here and there, but doesnât actually chime in for once.Â
 At least you get some relief from that for a day. You wrap your hand around your Moondrop pendant and you already feel the love of Selune flow through you. You kept the statue as well and you keep it next to you- last night you actually slept with it in your hand.Â
 You had grown up exceptionally poor and your parents died from some disease in the mines where you were all imprisoned. The mine was eventually raided by Selune clerics and paladins- you immediately knew that is what you wanted to be. Selune had saved you right before you were being shipped to another location and you lived with her clergy ever since.
 You were grateful you had a potion of flying as well as the support of the others to keep the moonstone. Even Astarion expressed his approval when Shadowheart became upset. You waited until it killed the Minotaur, of course. The splash of blood that hit the group wasnât necessarily welcome, but oh well.
  And at least you donât have a ridiculous name.
 You snicker to yourself as you walk- earning an odd look from Gale who is covered in Minotaur blood. You urge him to keep talking about whatever book he finished last night and he gladly dives back into the subject.Â
 Finding a decent spot to camp was actually pretty easy. The camp is beautiful and your tent is set up next to Karlachâs. She convinces you to make a massive tent fort and Fort Tavlach is born.Â
 You pass a bottle of wine back and forth as you talk. Karlach is letting you hug Clive as you talk about the tiefling party and the aftermath of everything.
âIs that why those two are sitting next to each other so miserably?âÂ
You cock your head to the side, âwhat do you mean?â
âWhat I mean is they look miserable and havenât stopped fighting for the last three days,â Karlach states with a raised eyebrow, âhave you really not been paying attention?â
 You shake your head. Karlach gapes at you, chugging a bit of the wine before passing it back.
âWell- I have been waiting to tell you all day, but Shadowheart finally told me what they were fighting about.â
 âOh, Karlach, I really should-â
âTwo nights ago, they tried to be intimate again and he said your name during the act itself.â
 You simultaneously choke on and spit out your wine- some of it comes out of your nose. You canât stop coughing and Karlach is dying laughing- she is crying she is laughing so hard. You are crossing your arms and uncrossing them in front of your face- a look of bewilderment as you process what just happened.
âmE!?â
 This just makes Karlach laugh even harder, she goes running straight for behind a rock- screaming that she is going to pee herself.
 The entire camp is looking over in curiosity and you just wave awkwardly. You catch Astarionâs gaze from the corner of your eye and he looks sad- maybe even a little angry.
 He storms off to his tent and Shadowheart rolls her eyes, glaring at you before going off to her own tent.Â
 Karlach eventually comes back and you both continue your drunken gossip.
âThat- that canât possibly be true,â you say, âI asked him on a date and he told me I was naive to think he would ever want to be with me that way.â
âWhat!?â Karlach looks like she may light the entire camp on fire, âwhy didnât you say something! We could have-â
âNo,â you chastise, âhe is right. It was naive of me to assume- my hurt is no one elseâs fault. I also chose to give him everything I had.Â
âHe doesnât owe me, I wanted to do those things,â you affirm, Karlach is smiling softly, âI still adore him, of course, but this is for the best, you know? Wyll says it means I can set my sights elsewhere now that I know Astarion isnât into me.âÂ
âThat is very big of you. Look at you in your big kid pants.â
You roll your eyes and give her a playful shove.
âHe has been hurt and used enough for a dozen lifetimes- I donât want to contribute to that hurt.âÂ
âYou are a good person, Soldier,â Karlach hands you the bottle of wine, âyou know- Halsin would be an amazing lover. I am sure of it.â
 âYou think?â
âOh ho- let me tell you what I think, Soldier-â
 Karlach goes into her wild theories and you try so hard to listen intently, but your drunken mind is stuck on Astarion and wondering if he is okay.
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aftermath
summary: you, your boyfriend, and your companions just saved the entire world from being turned into giant squid people. now, you have to go back to normal. how do you even do that?
or: you have anxiety over the future and gale comforts you.
word count: 2.3k
tags: sad angst/fluff, gale x gn!reader, tara is also there for a minute <3
As night fell over the city, a calm hush washed over you. This should have been a normal night, circled around the campfire with three of your close companions. You should be mentally preparing for the day to come, what trials you will encounter, and what people youâll help. But tonight.. tonight was different. With the threat of a mindflayer infection gone, settling into a cozy bed with your boyfriend, Gale, almost felt.. wrong?
Wrong? Why would it be wrong? Youâd been dreaming of having this moment together for ages now, and now youâre finally living it! The moonlight danced over your face as you turned to get comfortable, pushing the anxiety away from you with force. But as soon as you tried to close your eyes again, it came washing right back over you.
You turned onto your back once more, staring up at the ceiling with a sigh. You finally had a good, steady home after all those months fighting for it, and yetâ you wanted nothing more than the comfort of having a purpose that was more than simply existing in this life.
Part of you wondered if that would ever wear off- perhaps youâd go scaring Gale half to death by seeking out a new adventure and new threats to conquer. The other part of you just wanted to get some damn sleep. And, well, also wondered when youâd settle back into ânormalâ life again. Could you even grasp that concept long enough to imagine it? After all, you werenât exactly the ânormalâ type.
Mindflayer specimens aside, you had changed as a person over the last few months. You were no longer the same as when you were abducted, no longer a simple baldurian trying to get by. You were a hero, known across all of Baldurâs gateâ and furtherâ for your acts. Normal didnât really⊠exist for you, anymore.
Almost sensing your unease, Tara found her way into the bedroom. You hated to say it, but you found yourself seeing Galeâs comparison more and more every day. Itâs a compliment! You almost had to remind yourself of that.
âMister Dekarios wonât be pleased if he sees you awake,â Tara called from her ledge by the window. You turned to face her, a small smile greeting her presence.
âMister Dekarios wonât be pleased if he sees those pigeon feathers in your fur, either.â You bantered with the Tressym. Tara had taken a liking to you, and you were rather glad for that.
With a small noise akin to a âtiskâ, and a nudge to Gale, Tara was off back into the night. If only it were that easy.
It would take Gale a moment to wake, you knew that, so you stood and headed towards the window. Looking out over the city, mostly silent save for the occasional drunkard or merchant, your mind began to wander. Would you be here, now, with the one man you loved most, if it hadnât been for those mindflayers? Would you ever have even crossed paths? You couldnât answer that, and you didnât want to, either.
A breeze slipped through the window, pushing your hair away from your face. You wrapped your arms around yourself, bracing for whatever would come next. What would come next?
Gale finally began to stir, a groan leaving him as he awoke in the dead of night. You pitied the wizard now and then, it was like he could never get enough sleep. Though⊠was it the age or the tadpoles that did it? You had no idea.
âLove..?â He called out, reaching to his side for you only to find you not there.
âOver here.â You replied, turning your head towards him so he could see you.
He made his way out of the bed, stretching out before stepping towards you. His hand found its way to your lower back, comforting the unspoken worries he could see on your face.
âWhatâs on your mind?â He asked a familiar question you were always unsure about answering. You mightâve responded âa flesh-eating tadpoleâ before, but now that joke was obsolete.
âCome on, now, youâve got something on that pretty little mind of yoursâ and it isnât a tadpole this time.â Or, perhaps, Gale would make the joke for you.
âHow do you do it?â You asked, turning your face back out to the city.
âDo what?â
âGo back to normal? I mean.. just a few weeks ago we didnât know if weâd live or die and now.. now weâre supposed to cuddle together without the looming threats over our heads? How do you do it?â Desperation for an answer that would satisfy you lingered in your eyes as you looked up at him. How could he even begin to answer that?
âDarlingâŠâ Gale sighed, reaching up to cup your face with one hand. The other, still on your back, ran in a gentle, soothing circle.
âAs much as it pains me to say it, there really is no⊠ânormal.â For godâs sake, we had devils chasing our tails and giant squid people trying to take over the world! Normal isnât achievable for anyone nowadays.â He laughed softly, and though you knew in some part of you that he was right, it wasnât the answer you wanted.
You pulled your face from his hand, looking back out through the window with your brows furrowed. You could hardly be mad at him for his sensible response, but you wanted more out of his answer.
Yes, logically, there was and never had been a ânormalâ. But it was the concept of normalcy that eased your mind at night. Knowing your daily routine would flow like usual, the baker would always have a fresh loaf for you in exchange for the three potions you prepped the night before (which youâd made in advance with the items you gathered that day on your way to check on your shop. Because of course, you had a shop!), that the librarian would have your books already set aside for you, and the blacksmith would have finished your newly commissioned dagger. Normal wasnât even the right word for it anymore, it was the routine that kept you going.
âI understand that, Gale.â You replied, unusually cold to be speaking with him. Okay, maybe you were a little mad at him for his response. You knew he meant well, but, still.
âOuch.â He frowned slightly, lowering his hands from you as he leaned against the frame of the window, his eyes trailing to watch the lights dancing in each home. âWhat troubles your heart, my love? Be honest with me, not angry.â
âSorry..â You mumbled as you saw how you hurt him. You took a breath, ran a hand through your hair, and sighed out once more. âItâs just,â you stepped away from the window, gesturing as you tried to put your thoughts together, âbefore everything, the tadpoles and the mindflayers and the threat of constant death and before everything, I, you, we had lives, right? We both had family or friends we took care of, or a routine weâd settled into after years of careful planning, we had regulars or were regulars, we owned ourselves and our actions for who they were in their entirety, right?â
Gale nodded, allowing you to continue in your rambles. He had to admit he found it quite adorable the faces you made while deep in thought, though he wouldnât say that aloud right now.
âWhy is it so different now? It haunts me knowing Iâm just.. supposed to find that all over again. Do that all over again. Everything has changed and yet nothing at all and Iâm just supposed to figure it out? Like that? Why canât things go back to the way they were, and why does it hurt so much knowing it will never be the same?â You asked, your voice cracking towards the end as piles of pain, guilt and fear washed over you.
âOh, sweetheart..â Galeâs voice grounded you. His soft inflection of a pet name you adored brought you back to him, his arms open as you collapsed into him.
âIâm just so tired⊠and I canât even find it in me to rest like this..â You added, allowing him to wrap his strong arms around you. You practically melted into him, despite still being so tense from your emotions.
âI didnât know how troubled this was making you, my love.â He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, holding you tight in his arms. âHow long have you been feeling like this, darling?â He asked, pulling back slightly to look down at your face.
You sniffled softly, tears slowly forming in your eyes and falling down your cheeks. You had kept it in for so long that the feeling of not feeling normal had, well, become normal. Letting it out was like dropping three smoke powder barrels down after carrying them from the goblin camp to Ethelâs teahouse because who knew when you might need them.
âA while..â
Gale sighed at your response, pulling back to sit down on the ledge of the window. He pulled you towards him and stood you between his legs, looking up at you with eyes full of worry and love. He took your hands in his own, rubbing his thumbs along your knuckles. âY/nâŠâ he started, grabbing your attention.
âYouâre never going to get that back or find it again if you donât communicate with me how youâre feeling. Iâve read thousands of books by all the wisest men in the world and yet I still canât read your mind,â He paused, pursing his lips, âWell, I can, technically speaking. I choose not to. But thatâs beside the point here.â He shook his head slightly at his diversion to the subject at hand.
âThe point is, my love, I canât help you, or us, gain or retain any sense of a normal routine if arenât talking to me about it. Itâs not easy by any means, and I donât blame you for having your reservations about trying to find that again. Neither one of us is the same as how we started before all of this, too. You know that, yes?â
You nodded your head, using that as your response instead of verbally replying. Tears continued to roll down your cheeks as he spoke and you began to realize the true size of this issue.
âInstead of trying to go backward in time, can we agree to move forward together? Tell me, my love, what do you want for us?â He asked, reaching a hand up to your face and wiping a few tears away.
âI donât⊠I want..â You had to think about it for a momentâ what did you want with him? You never thought youâd get this far, especially since he was supposed to, you know, explode into a giant magical ball of energy (or however he explained it, you never understood that whole thing). And now here you were with him, all threats in your life gone and with the possibility to start anew, not over.
âI want us⊠I want... I want you. I want to start a life together with you.â You finally replied, sniffling and leaning into his touch.
The moonlight danced across the tears on your face, causing them to glisten and sparkle. Despite the high emotions, Gale couldnât help in thinking about how pretty you looked at that moment.
âThen letâs start a life together.â He replied instantaneously, nodding his head in agreement with you. He dropped his hand from your cheek to your chin, lowering your head to look at him. âLetâs start a life together and have a million little children and a million Tressyms andââ
You cut him off with your laughter, shaking your head as he went on. Your soft laughs died into giggles and you found yourself leaning down to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
âWhat? Iâm being serious!â He gasped at your audacity to laugh at the idea of a million miniature Galeâs running around creating Tressyms. His gasp quickly shifted into his signature low chuckle, his arms slipping around your waist while he tugged you into his lap.
âA million children, Gale?â You asked, laughing still as you looked back at him, shaking your head.
âOh, youâre right. A million and one. Just in case.â He joked, leaning in to rub his nose against yours.
âThatâs better..â you giggled, leaning into him as your anxieties washed away. Every day you were more and more thankful that you had him by your side.
âY/nâŠâ He said softly, looking into your eyes.
âMhm?â You hummed, running a hand through his hair. Your eyes were focused on his for a moment, then his lips, then his eyes again.
âPromise me youâll be more open as we go through this together, my love.â His face was serious, and you were forced to focus on him entirely and not the overwhelming desire to kiss him right there.
âI promise.â
âGood.â His serious expression shifted to that trademark grin as he leaned into you, brushing his lips against yours before finally pressing them together. You, of course, returned the kiss with as much gentleness as he had put into it.
It wasnât long until you were back in bed with him, a weight taken off your shoulders. You were still anxious, of course, but for a different reason this time. Not because you had to figure out how to parent a million childrenâ but because you had a whole future ahead of you with someone who truly, unconditionally loved you and would always be there for you.
You finally drifted off to sleep, comfortably nestled in the arms of your lover. You found yourself dreaming of the life youâd have, no longer pressured by fitting into a mold that stopped fitting you long ago. It was time to create your own mold to grow into, and you knew Gale would be right by your side to help you do that.
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A Night To Remember
Summary: *Spoiler* After temporarily fixing Karlachâs engine, you gift her a night thatâs been long overdue.
Pairing: Karlach x Gender Neutral Reader,
Warnings: Fluff, smut, swearing,
Word Count: 2200 approx.
Rating: Explicit â If you are under 18, please do not read.
Note: I havenât completed Karlachâs romance yet so Iâm unsure of how it actually plays out.
âSo did itâŠwork?â Karlach asked cautiously.
âOnly one way to find out.â Dammon responds.
Karlachâs eyes meet yours, she looks both hopeful and worried. But without much hesitation, you pull her into a tight hug. Your arms wrap around her shoulders, and hers around your middle. You lean your head into her neck and give her a squeeze.
You stay in the hug for several seconds, wanting to give Karlach more than just a quick embrace. When you start to move apart, your hands linger on each other, not wanting to completely let go. Her eyes connect with yours, and you canât help but glance at her lips. She notices, and does the same.
You bring your hand to cup her cheek, her hands havenât left your waist, you lean in and tilt her chin towards you. Karlach complies, leaning into a deep kiss. You both hold the kiss for several moments, finally able to touch one another after what feels like an eternity of tension. You part ways, and she whispers a quiet âthank youâ in your ear.
Suddenly you remember where you are, standing in front of Dammon and your companions. Halsin and Astarion stand close by, watching the sparks fly between you both.
âHow sweet it is to share such affection in these trying times.â Halsin admires.
âAnd donât mind me, Iâm just enjoying the show.â Astarion smugly adds.
Karlach stands up straight and lets you go, still feeling the emotions of getting to touch you for the first time. She seems mildly flustered, bashful at the least, not knowing what to say next.
âHow about we call it a day and head back to camp?â You suggest, the rest agree, it already becoming late in the afternoon anyway. For the rest of the day, you and Karlach catch each other exchanging glances, your arm might just brush hers when standing close together. The tension grows stronger each hour that passes.
Once the sun begins to fall below the horizon, everyone in camp starts settling in for the night. As you walk yourself over to Karlachâs tent, she smiles upon seeing you.
âHey soldier,â She greets, excited to have your company.
âKarlach, what do you say we spend the evening together, tonight?â You ask.
âYes, yes!â She cheers, âI was hoping we could spend some time together.â
You take a step closer, mere inches away, âShall we leave now?â
You reach you hand to hold hers, Karlach accepts the embrace and intertwines her fingers with yours.
âI think I can manage that.â She smiles.
Karlach starts walking and you move beside her, her hand still in yours. Astarion passes you on your way out of camp.
âHave fun,â He whispers wickedly, shooting you both a devilish grin.
After a short period of walking, you arrive at a clearing with a slow-moving river. The area is small and peaceful, and private. The soft grass grows along the bank, full of clover and tiny wildflowers. The moon is now out in full view, reflecting on the rippled water.
âCan I kiss you again?â Karlach asks, her hand still holding yours. You turn to face her, and gently place a hand on her cheek.
âIâd like nothing more.â She pulls you in and presses her lips upon yours, the kiss is strong and passionate. Karlach wraps her arms around your middle and pulls you closer, your free hand now clinging to her shoulder.
The minutes pass by, it feels like you havenât taken a single breath, kissing Karlach felt more important. You try to break the kiss, but Karlach pulls you back in for just one more. She keeps you close and rests her forehead on yours.
You take Karlachâs hands and place them on your waist, you slowly lift off your shirt, so your top half is completely bare. Karlach drinks you in, mesmerized by your body. You reach around her back and gently lift her shirt.
âIs this okay?â You ask, Karlach responds with an excited hum.
You lift off her shirt and drop it beside you, taking a step closer so your bodies are pressed together. She is warm, and inviting, her lips find yours again for just a moment. Chest to chest never felt so good, the skin-on-skin contact lighting a fire within you.
Your hands find the top of her pants, and you run your fingers along her waistline. Karlachâs breath hitches as you painfully slowly pull the drawstring on her pants, softly pulling them down below her thighs until they drop to the ground.
As you remove your own as well, you then take Karlachâs hand and lead her into the cool river. Around waist deep, you stop and dip under the water, drenching your hair and returning to the surface. Karlach lowers herself until the water reaches her shoulders.
As you both wade closer to each other, you maneuver your legs so Karlachâs thighs sit firmly on top of yours, holding her in place around her hips.
She looks down at you and smiles, before leaning into another passionate kiss. How peaceful the moment is as you embrace each other, the river flows by and the moonlight illuminates the water.
âLet me take care of you, Karlach.â You propose, whispering gently in her ear.
âIâd really like that.â She whispers back.
With a single brush of your fingers across her hip and up her sternum, Karlach tilts her head back, the touch starvation agony running rampant through her veins at this point. She bites back her tongue from ushering you to speed things up, and lets you slowly roam her body.
You drag your hands from around her waist up until you gently cup her breasts. Her eyes are gently squeezed shut and stifling small moans, eager to escape her lips. With a singular flick of your thumbs across her nipples, she lets out an audible groan.
âYouâre so beautiful, Karlach,â You whisper in her ear, before lowering your head to place her nipple on your tongue, your hand gently rolling the other one between your thumb and forefinger. Her moans become more audible, and a little less controlled, her body growing more eager each second that passes.
âAs much as Iâm enjoying this, I am feeling a littleâŠimpatient.â Karlach says. And with that, you lead her out of the water, to the grassy bank.
âLay down,â You propose, and as Karlach does so, you kneel at her feet.
You begin to plant small kisses on one ankle, and slowly, tantalisingly slowly, trail them up her leg, her breathing now small, sharp breaths, anticipation earnestly flooding her veins. As you reach the top of her inner thigh, you can see her slit already beautifully glistening with her wetness.
You look up at her, her eyes watching you closely, wishing to the gods this was finally the moment. You skip over her cunt entirely and begin kissing from below her navel to up between her breasts. Karlach groans with frustration at the lack of attention where she wants it most, she reaches down to touch herself, but you catch her hand before it makes contact.
âI promise Iâll make you feel good, baby, I want to take my time with you,â You tease, although you are sincere.
As much as Karlach yearns for more contact, she silently admits that your attention feels so good after so long with physical touch like this.
You remove yourself from above her and lay on your hip so you are by her side. Your hand hasnât left her body, it remains softly resting on her chest.
âAre you sure you want this, love?â You ask her, although confident in her answer, still wanting her consent.
âOh, fuck yes!â Karlach responds, âItâs about bloody time.â
She looks into your eyes, they are excited and hungry, she grins widely as your hand trails down between her breasts, past her stomach and below her navel. You use your hand to cup your fingers and firmly press it against her wet, aching cunt. The loud moan that escapes her lips is a beautiful one, one that you intend on hearing again and again. She shifts a bit under your touch, hips jolting to find more pressure.
You press your middle finger into her slit and drag it up over her clit. Karlach throws her head back, eyes closed, mouth agape, the sound she releases is pure sex.
âFinally,â Karlach thinks.
You continue to firmly swipe your finger up and down her slit, letting her get used to the feeling, basking in the initial pleasure. As you add another finger, she moans even louder, unable to stifle any noises that are drawn out. It makes you gush, as you hope youâre far enough away from the others at camp.
Her hands tightly grip the grass beside her, some of it ripping in her hands. She opens her eyes and looks into yours.
âMore,â She pleads, and you oblige. Your two fingers circle her swollen clit, applying gentle pressure. Primal noises leave Karlachâs mouth as her tingling ecstasy grows deep in her abdomen. Her body becomes more rigid as her climax begins to swell, legs trembling and toes curling.
She lets out a scream of pleasure as the band snaps inside of her, your fingers still working circles around her clit as she rides the waves of her orgasm. After several moments of watching pure bliss write itself across her face, you remove your fingers from her and cup her cunt firmly like before.
Karlachâs eyes remain closed, as her breathing settles, relishing in the feeling of someone elseâs physical touch. She rests her head and places a hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.
âThank you,â She sighs.
âDonât thank me, weâre not finished with you yet, my love,â You wink at her.
Her eyes pop with surprise, before she can say anything you remove your hand and place your two wet fingers on your tongue, encasing your lips around them. She watches, mesmerized, as you taste her, licking off every drop of her.
âNow that Iâve tasted you, Iâve decided I need more,â You coo, before leaning in to kiss her deeply. She can taste herself on your tongue, and this immediately sends arousal back through her body.
âAnd this time I wonât make you wait as long,â You break the kiss and move yourself onto your knees between her thighs, pushing them gently out wide. You trail your lips from her neck down to her stomach, kissing and suckling her skin. Karlach lifts her head to watch you move down her body, you lower herself between her thighs, she can already feel your breath on her cunt.
Without hesitation you lick a line up her slit, flattening your tongue to taste every inch of her. Her head falls back, and she tussles her hands in your hair as she lets out another groan.
âIs this okay, baby?â You tease her, Karlach doesnât respond but pushes your head back between her thighs, prompting a hard âyes.â
You take your time, making sure to stretch every second of pleasure for her, drawing out delicious sounds from her lips. You kiss, suckle and lick your way to her second building orgasm, Karlach writhes under your touch. Her hands grab tighter at your hair as she tries to clench her knees together.
âDo you want more, baby?â Your tongue leaves Karlach for just a moment.
âFuck, yes!â She practically pleads, her brain scrambling in the long overdue feelings of pleasure.
You gently bring your hand back to her cunt and insert a finger, drawing out a string of obscenities from Karlach, her hands lost in your hair as she writhes underneath you. After a few minutes, you gently add a second, the soft stretch heightening her building orgasm further. You lean back in and press your tongue to her clit, drawings circles in time to match the pumps of your hand.
Her legs begin to quiver, she tries to close her legs around your head, but you keep going at the same pace. Filthy, heavenly sounds escape from Karlach as she comes, clenching your fingers tight and feet digging into your back. After those several moments of pure pleasure, you can feel her body begin to relax. You gently remove your fingers and crawl up Karlachâs body until you meet her face. Her eyes are still closed, breathing uneven and sweat sitting on her brow.
You place a trail of small kisses on her neck, and she brings her hands to rest on your back. You donât say anything, and let Karlach relish in the moment until she is ready to continue. All of a sudden she pushes you to the side and rolls you onto your back, Karlach hovers above you for a second before straddling your waist.
âNow that youâve had me, its my turn to have you, all to myself.â
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5 more minutes
Shadowheart: Itâs time to wake up, Karlach
Karlach: 5 more minutesâŠ
Shadowheart, smiling softly: 5 more minutes -snuggles up to Karlach-
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Lae'Zel: Itâs time to wake up.
Tav(Y/N): 5 more minutesâŠ
Lae'Zel: -Sharpening knife- Maybe you misheard me
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Hello can I ask for BG3 Halsin x reader?
Usually people depict the reader as ageless but I was wondering if you can do anything with a reader that's also up in their 300s? They could probably relate on many thing that come with a long lifespan and stuff
Thanks and have a nice day (I know this is like probably brainless time from me but the summer heat is getting me my brain left me)
Thank you guys for all the Halsin ideas I luv my bear husband TT
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Summary: Halsin canât remember the last time heâs met someone like you
Word Count:
Warnings: NOT BETA READ!!! nothing!! Just pure silliness
A/N: I had SUCH bad writers block with this one so I apologize if itâs actual doodoo TT but I love writing the bg3 party dynamic sm ugh
Halsin was used to being a pile of dust when compared to all his friends and companions. Despite only being in the middle stages of his life for an elf, heâd lived much longer than those around him.
Part of that knowledge made his heart ache in a weird bittersweet mixture of emotions. Living as long as he did caused him to see the rise of fall of friends and lovers and there was nothing he could do about it. It seemed like a cycle he was doomed too, one that would unfold the same as always.
Halsin knew almost no elves the same absurdly old age as him.
âKarlach I donât think the camp really needs another cantaloue⊠we havenât even finished the other two Wyll bought three days agoâŠâ chided Halsin, placing a hand on top of Karlachâs and slowly guiding the round fruit in her hands back into the market stall.
âYeah but mate, whatâs gonna happen when shadowheart gets her midnight cravings and eats both cantaloupes in one night?â Pouted Karlach, gripping tightly to the fruit. âWhat will I eat thenâŠ? If you think about it⊠this purchase is just a tactical strategyâŠâ
Halsin gave her a look, one he was all too familiar with when dealing with those much younger and less wise than him.
Karlach sighed and dropped the cantaloupe, making her way to another stall that sold hand made yarn woven weapon sheaths. (Not the best in terms of practicality but very aesthetically pleasing)
âDo you have this in a size Large?â Asked a voice and before Halsin could catch himself, he found his gaze landing on the stranger beside him. Also an elf from what he could tell with their pointed ears.
âThe smithy by the Rivington general store sells the same armour for a cheaper price.â Suggested Halsin, moving slightly closer to the new bystander.
âI couldâŠâ he coughed, clearing his throat. âShow you the way if you need?â
Halsin had no idea what he was doing. One second, the elf was scolding Karlach and the next he was flirting with a complete stranger. Something in your eyes, the way you held yourself made him want to know you better, hear you speak his name.
âThat would be niceâŠâ you smiled, politely putting the not purchased armour back on the market stand and turning to Halsin.
A large crash resounded behind Halsin and he whipped around to find Karlach standing above a pile of shattered porcelain. Like a large dog unaware of how big she was.
âHey you gotta pay for that!â Angrily shouted the storekeeper as he looked incredulously from Karlach to the shattered pottery.
âThat one yours?â You asked, nodding your head in the direction of the destructive tiefling.
Halsin nodded, watching as Karlach tearfully handed over the little money she had.
âIâve got nine of them back at camp.â He said wistfully, thinking back to the ruckus and chaos of camp.
âIâve been on my own for awhile nowâŠâ you hummed, walking with Halsin as he began to lead you to the nearby smithy, Karlach jogging to reach up with the two of you.
âIâm Halsin.â He smiled. âAnd this is my friend Karlach.â
âOh I know you! I spent a century with the emerald enclave, they spoke very highly of you.â You grinned, stuffing your hands in the pockets of your tunic as you walked.
Karlach smiled brightly, nodding her head eagerly. âYou should see when he wildshapes! The bear is quite cute.â
âYou were apart of the emerald enclave?â Halsin asked, pleasantly bemused as the city surroundings grew less and less frequent and more bursting countryside surrounded him.
âNot apart.â You explained, giving Halsin a sheepish smile. âJust lived with them a good while, even during that big battle with Ketheric Thorm back in the day, helped as much as I could.â
âI canât remember the last time Iâd met an elf who can recall such a time.â Halsin smiled gently. âSay⊠would you like to join us for dinner at our camp?â
Karlach gave Halsin a knowing smirk.
âThat sounds amazing.â You grinned. âIâd love too.â
Despite the scene of utter chaos unfolding around him, Halsin couldnât bring himself to tear his eyes from your thoughtful gaze.
Shadowheart and Laeâzel were currently arm wrestling for dominance while Gale fought back Astarion, telling him dinner wasnât quite ready yet.
Halsin had brought you to a quite hill nearby, overlooking all the drama as you two had a quite chat.
âCanât remember the last time I had a dinner like this.â You quipped, causing the grass to rustle as you leaned back.
âWould you⊠want to stayâŠ?â Halsin asked shyly, weirdly awkward for a man of his calibre. He hadnât felt like this in a long time, his usual confident and wise facade slowly melting. You made him feel like a dumb kid again, and he couldnât get enough of it.
âIt would be nice to have someone older with a little more wisdom join the party⊠I donât think me and Jaeheria can last another dayâŠâ he added with a soft laugh, joining you in the grass.
âJaeheriaâs here?â You asked, raising an eyebrow. âI havenât seen her in two hundred years.â
âYou should stay.â He urged. âI also⊠just really want to know you better.â
Halsin gently placed his hand on top of yours in the grass, giving you enough time to pull away if you need.
âYeah⊠yeah Iâd like that.â You smiled, running your thumb over his knuckles and lifting your face to meet his rich hazel gaze.
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Goblin camp overtake (drabble) Platonic!Yandere!BG3 x Teen!Reader
(Hopefully it's a bit accurate because ive only played the story twice for now so i dunno all the posibilities.)
Summary: Teen!reader and the squad go take defeat the goblins. Therefore meeting Halsin, and Minthara again.
Warnings: Death (obv), mentions of gore, Goblins
Other related BG3 by me: Intro, Gith creché
The sun was shining, the flowers in the forest were blooming... On days like this, kids like you had been tasked with commuting genocide on the local goblins.
Not that you really cared. They were little shitheads... Stole your laundry once back when you lived with your mom... before all this...
But getting closer to this alleged camp wasn't making you any more at ease. You could already imagine the stench of those sweaty creatures when you have to inevitably walk into that camp. Which you've heard is actually just an old temple.
You've noticed over time that people in your little group have gotten... well, friendlier. For example: Lae'zel was no longer throwing you glares, Shadowheart remembered your name, Astarion has indoctrinated you into his schemes... Yea, the three most hostile people had warmed up to you.
And the other have just... always been quite nice.
Well, Wyll still didn't seem to approve of you, a minor, coming along. But he didn't really have a choice as the others were not allowing him to take you back to the Emerald Grove. Guess they really do find you too funny to lose then.
"Ugh, the stench is disgusting." Karlach waves the air under her nose away.
"It is the smell of a goblin camp. What were you expecting? Tchk. And I myself find this odor quite thrilling. It promises of a good fight." Lae'zel slightly smirks. Clawed hands flexing around the handle of her greatsword.
"Of course you do... Tough the smell of blood has never scared me away." Astarion, in turn, chuckles in that weird posh way. You raise a brow.
"So you're sure you're not a vampire?" You question sarcastically. The pale elf gasps in mock offense.
"Of course not. I merely like the smell." He huffs. Right, so that time you saw him hunt down a boar must have been make belief.
The rest of the party didn't comment anymore as you made your way to the camp.
Gale had thrown his arm around your shoulder to keep you at the back. He excused that as 'magic users stay behind so they can asses the battlefield'. But he probably just didn't want to accidently get Lae'zels sword through his back.
This mission to save some druid calmed Halsin was looking like a total hassle. But hey, why not do side quests while the worm in your head is ready to kill you?
Whatever person lives in your head didn't take kindly to your remark as you heard the voice say they'd protect you.
Right, bullshit. You're just developing pshycosis. A hundred percent that.
"Y/N. If they target you, I want you to run, alright?" Wyll speaks calmly.
"Well, I mean, not that I don't want to but were kind of in this together -" You start nonchalantly.
"Don't listen to the human. It is unhonerable to run from a fight." Lae'zel scolds like a lecturing general.
Well, do you really care about your honor? It's not like you're trying to capture the Avatar here-
"Yea yea, got it, boss." You sigh. The slight stress makes its way to your head. It's just some goblins, right? Nothing a good magic missile can't solve... Right?
You take back your words quite quickly when Astarion smooth talks his way past the outside security to let your group pass. There's like... at least fifty goblins here!
You feel an arm slitter around your shoulders. Looking up, you can see Lae'zels warry face.
She's gripping that greatsword quite harshly, a bit scared, maybe? Tough you doubt it, it's Lae'zel..
You ignore the stink eyes these little creatures are throwing you and walk along with your group.
"My, what a festive place, no? Look, they even have booze." Astarion muses with his typical smug grin.
"We're not here to party." Gale groans. The wizard stares at the goblins in distaste. You note that everyone is on edge
A goblin child sticks her tingue out at you, so you do the same, blowing raspberries for good meassure. This action earns you a dissaproving look by Wyll.
"So where's this druid? I don't want to be here any longer then needed." Shadowheart complains with a little wave infront of her nose to showcase that she thinks this place stinks.. Wich it does.
"Let's ask!" Karlach offers her idea.
"You've got to be the most optimistic person I've met and we have a literal child in the group." Gale groans.
"You can't miss any of the chances you take." Karlach shrugs.
"Let's just gut all of them. I'm sure we can search for the druid in peace then." Astarion smirks.
"For once, I agree with the pale one." Lae'zel sneers.
You watch your group bicker a bit longer as you wander out of the grip you had been put in. Walking around the goblin camp instead.
Mhh, a clear booze tub. They're drunk. Quite ideal.
You scan around the area, a certain tall woman catches your eye, seeing as she isn't a goblin.
Wait a minute, you've met her before! She almost killed you on the beach when the Nautiloid crashed!
The nerve of that woman, she doesn't deserve the same hairstyle as your mother.
Astarion had snuk out of the argument your group of idiots was having right in the middle of the goblin camp. He stuck himself to your side, observing along with you.
"You seem... focussed. You have an idea, do you not?" The pale elf asks smoothly.
"An inkling. They're drinking, and Nettie gave us wyvern poison... I mean...?" You let your gaze travel to the booze tub. Astarions red eyed orbs follow along. You can see a sharp toothed grin spread across his face.
"I just know we're going to be great friends, Y/N.." He smirks and puts a cold hand on your shoulder.
You just smile in satisfaction that your plan is apparently good. Before you know it, Astarions snatched the poison out of Shadowhearts pocket. You watch the man go invisible to presumably go dunk the booze in poison. Or maybe he's gonna drink it... But he never seemed suicidal... So it should be fine.
"Y/N, c'mon, we're going into the temple, the druid should be there." Karlach waves you over.
You nod and join the group again. Getting tucked back under someone's shoulder.
The first leader of the Goblins you had met was a priestess. And oh boy, defenitly not your favourite... She wanted to brand you! Is she nuts!?
So anyways, Lae'zel chopped her head off... Uh... props to Wyll for covering your eyes.
Then there was Dror Ragzlin. Scary guy that one. Almost twice your size, mean face and doing necromancy. Yikes.
Unfortunatly, you did have to help in this fight. There were goblins storming in through the door and well just that beast of an orc.
So you you just started blasting spells at the incoming goblins. Fireball and Ice Knife were a nice combo, no? Make em slip and then steam the ice and do damage? Sounds logical to you. Was anyone else smelling barbeque or just you?
When that got taken care of, Karlach strapped a helmet to your head and lead you back to the group.
The last leader was the same woman that had tried to kill you. Minthara, apparently. You've never seen a real drow, so this was cool. Except for the part where she tried to kill all of you. That wasn't that cool...
Just before she was supposed to just die, Lae'zel had accidently hit one of the wooden beams in the room. The ceiling collapsed right infront of you.
Well, maybe she's dead? Atleast it's not your problem anymore?
After all the goblins inside had straight up been slayed, Astarion joined the group once more, seeming quite pleased with himself.
"Where have you been?" Gale asks sternly. Raising an eyebrow in suspiscion. It's still quite annoying that nobody really trusts anyone here..
"Let's just say the situation outside is taken care off." Astarion boasts proudly.
"Really? And you did that, alone?" Shadowheart states in a disbelieving tone. Gods forbid the fancy man does anything impressive.
"Yes! Is that so hard to believe?" Astarion scoffs and crosses his arms.
"Very." Shadowheart argues back.
"I'll believe it when I see it." Lae'zel adds.
Wyll and Karlach just exchange glances. Well you know that he did it. So there's no need for your input-
"Ahhh!" You eep in fear as a large man had appeared behind you. Wich is very scary considering every one in this temple was supposed to be dead.
"Calm down little cub, I mean no harm." The large man smiles reasuringly.
You stagger back to Lae'zels side. This man... Elf ears.. Brown hair. Ah, druid attire? Halsin, perhaps?
"And who are you?" Shadowheart asks for all of you.
"Halsin. You were sent here to come chack on me, or are you just lost adventurers?" Halsin asks with that same smile.
"Well, we found him. Back to the grove-" Gale starts walking off before Karlach grabs the rim of his robes to keep him in the group.
"We did come here for you. Have the goblins hurt you?" Wyll asks calmly. Halsin shakes his head.
"Nothing I can't handle. Why the cub?" Halsin tilts his head at you.
"They're actually an immortal being in the form of a child. Wiser then any of us." Astarion makes up.
Halsin raises a brow. Clearly not believing that.
"Right. But like your little wizard said, we should get back. I am sure the grove has missed me." Halsin hums.
"Don't think so, they're closing it off frol the outside world." You mention calmly.
"What." Halsin stops smiling. You just shrug, that's all you picked up from it.
Halsin frowns and starts walking out. What determination.
Your group eventually exits the dead silent temple after having taken any valuables. Can't leave without some loot, who knows if you're getting paid!
As you walk out the large door, the death Astarion had caused is quite visible, dead goblins everywhere. R.I.P, you won't be missed.
Now that that's taken care of, who knows what adventures await you thanks to this stupid worm in your brain!
Not the best, but it's something. Yan feelings gotta develop trough the story but I'm not fully there yet.
#oneshots#platonic yandere#gender neutral reader#bg3#platonic bg3#gn reader#xreader#yandere x reader#yandere#platonic yandere bg3#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate astarion#baldurs gate gale#astarion#karlach#shadowheart#wyll ravengard#laezel#wyll
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The pain we wrought from words unspokenâŠ
Characters: Karlach x gn! reader, Wyll x gn! reader, Halsin x gn! reader, Aylin x Isobel, Bex x Danis
Genre: Angst, fluff (but not for you)
Warnings: hurt no comfort, misunderstandings, spoilers for the end of act 2, implied reference to death (character)
Summary: After an arduous battle everyone is celebrating and taking a much needed reprieve. Except you, whose heart has a hole that is home to loneliness and grief. Is there no one to comfort you?
Notes: Omg i am back and with a BALDURâS GATE FIC!?!!??! yes i have been taken by this game too and it has me in a chokehold and forced me to write for it. im sorry it had to be angst it makes me so sad maybe i will write comfort pt. 2 if people want it! pls enjoy :-) (sobbing) lemme know if i missed any warnings also not proofread aha
Karlach:
Aylin had her arm around Isobel the whole night. You recall earlier how she had lifted Isobel into the air and spun her around, nothing but mirth and pure love in her eyes. The action had brought a genuine smile to your face. To see something so joyful and pure after so much torment and toil was a gift, an uplifting you didnât know you needed. But it came with a bittersweet pang. Everyone was busy chatting away at camp, spirits were high as everyone had a much needed moment of reprise after the defeat of Ketheric. Though you still wore a smile, your heart faltered.
âHolding up, Soldier?â A warm and familiar voice appeared behind you, and you turned to be met with an equally warm smile. You nodded, returning the smile, a genuine one.
âIâm so glad to see everyone reunited and safe, it seemed like such an impossible reality before, but nowâŠ.â You turned back to the SelĂ»nite couple in a loving embrace as your sentence trailed off. Karlachâs eyes followed, but then she looked at you. Your eyes were faraway, and your smile seemed almost sad.
âAlright there?â She asked, concern in her voice. Ever conscious of the feelings of others, she could pick up on any hint of bitterness or longing in others. She knew it all too well.
âItâs just, seeing all this love⊠I should be so happy, I am! But it still hurts. It must be nice to mean that much to someone.â You didnât face her as you spoke. Despite your calm voice and your content, peaceful face, she sensed a deep hurt behind your words. Her mouth opened, and her hand instinctively reached out to grab your shoulder, but she stopped.
You mean so much to me, I cherish every moment we spend together. I could forget myself in your smile, forget the world in your eyes. Just one look at your face can quell all my rage. I would spend every hour I could with you, I would not hesitate to defend you and protect you. I want to be with you. Is what she wants to say. But instead she turned away with a solemn silence of her own.
You didnât react to her silence, times are hard, and love seemed like a luxury. You stood like a statue as she slipped away, mourning internally her prescence, as she ripped herself from your side unwillingly.
Fighting Zarielâs war was easier than fighting her feelings in that moment. But any moment could be her very last. For someone who would rather live and die in the present, fully and without regrets, she feels a hypocrite. But imagining the hope of being with you, the joy you might have from knowing how much she needs you and cherishes you, was too much to bear. She couldnât stand the thought of taking that all away from you. Itâs a lesser evil to keep it from you, to keep it from herself, in the first place, than to have fate cruelly crush it all. At least thatâs what she told herself as she faced the wall of her tent, away from your own dejected form, with hot tears in her eyes.
»»ââââ-ăâĄă-ââââ««
Wyll:
It seemed a miracle that you managed to save all the tieflings, and the gnomes on top of that. And even more so to defeat Ketheric Thorm, and at last promise safety and rest to all in the shadowlands. But any praise or recognition went over your head as you reeled in the aftermath. It felt surreal, and almost like it happened too quick, and you were still having trouble processing it. Even as you walked around Last Light Inn to rejuvinate your mind.
âYouâre alright! My gods youâre alright!â You heard a voice call, and as you rounded the corner you saw two Tieflings in a tight embrace. You recognized Danis as one of the prisoners you had rescued, and pride swelled in you momentarily. As you watched the reunion in tender delight, you failed to notice a presence join you.
âA joyous sight. It makes me feel better about all the toil thus far.â Wyllâs voice spoke beside you, smooth and clear. It made you smile, even as you felt the sweet atmosphere waver, threatening to leave behind a cold emptiness.
âA shame it seems so scarce these days.â You said, watching the couple wander off into the warm inn. His face fell as he noticed the melancholy in your gaze.
âIndeed. I only hope those who have love, and hope, hold onto it dearly.â You merely stared off into the distance, unmoving and unresponding. It wrenched his heart, but he remained with you. It somehow felt like the least, and the most, that he could do. He wished you would turn to him, so he coukd see the light reflected in your eyes. But you couldnât, for the price of love and hope was one too high for you to pay, in your mind. And despite your proximity, there was a perceptible distance between you.
»»ââââ-ăâĄă-ââââ««
Halsin:
The camp was brimming with relief, chatter sounding from every corner as parties discuss the aftermatch of the fight at Moonrise towers. Many people had joined you after the fight, since it had really only begun, and your companions had proven themselves capable of leading the cause. But you were mostly grateful for the presence of those who had helped you make it that far, namely the archdruid of Emerald Grove. Halsin was relieved, and content as well. He had fulfilled his century long quest, and the lands were now safe. And so were you.
âWhat now? Youâve got what you wanted, after all.â You asked, unsure if he would stay now that his task is finished.
âI have. But perhaps there is more that I want.â He replied, a smile on his face. You felt the warmth of his words, and you almost let it invade your senses, but you shook it off. Curiosity threatened to get the better of you, even if you werenmt sure you wanted to know the answer. But before you could stop it the words had left your mouth.
âWhat is it that you want?â He paused to glance at you, the smile never having left his face.
âNot what,â he began, his gaze shifting past you, âbut who.â He let out a sigh after that, like it was good to get it off his chest. But your heart fell. You had known you shouldnât have asked, but you needed to. Just in case of that small possibility.
âAh.â Is all you managed in reply. After a beat of silence you turned and left abruptly, the intense beat of your heart felt like it was punching your ribs. Halsinâs smile faded as he watched you walk away. Had he said something wrong? No, he realized, he had merely misread the situation. You didnât feel the same way, you couldnât have. He felt silly in that moment, and laughed it off as he had done with the other rejections in his life (though they were few). But he could not shrug off the pain that wrenched his heart.
The next day the camp felt uncertain again. Comforting, yes, but uncertain. The party would be on the road again, and many things could change until they next made camp again. But the heaviest thing hanging in the air was your silence, your distance. It was to be expected, he reasoned, after the awkward encounter, but he hoped it didnât mean you couldnât still be friends. The very thought caused his throat to tighten.
But you couldnât even bear to look at him. Of course such an experienced, handsome and capable man such as him wouldnât have a soft spot for you. Thinking about it now made you ill. You couldnât be near him, because all you thought of in his presence was how lucky someone else was to have him. And as you journeyed down the road to Baldurâs Gate, your distance grew. So much that it caused an uncomfortable wedge in the group, a palpable bitterness that soured the air.
Every night sorrow would muster in the two tents on far sides of the camp. Frustration, tears and regret proliferated there in those moments, planting seeds of woe to be reaped when the dawn broke. And the cure for sickness was only right where they dare not look.
#fanfic#x gn reader#orphic musings#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate tav#baldurs gate karlach#baldur's gate iii#baldurs gate wyll#baldurs gate halsin#baldur's gate spoilers#halsin x you#halsin x tav#halsin x reader#karlach x reader#karlach x tav#karlach x you#wyll x reader#wyll x tav#wyll x you#bg3 aylin#bg3 isobel#bg3#bg3 fanfiction#bg3 angst#karlach angst#wyll angst#halsin angst#gn reader#there are so many possible tags lol#god why do i write angst
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Masterlist
Note: I'll be updating this as I write more so be sure to check in :)
Wyll
Romanceable scent headcanons
Sleeping headcanons
Piercing headcanons
Karlach
Romanceable scent headcanons
Sleeping headcanons
Piercing headcanons
Shadowheart
Romanceable scent headcanons
Sleeping headcanons
Piercing headcanons
Gale
Romanceable scent headcanons
Sleeping headcanons
Piercing headcanons
Lae'zel
Romanceable scent headcanons
Sleeping headcanons
Piercing headcanons
Astarion
Romanceable scent headcanons
Sleeping headcanons
Piercing headcanons
Halsin
Romanceable scent headcanons
Sleeping headcanons
Piercing headcanons
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âIt was just a dream solider.â
Karlach x GN!Reader
Hurt-comfort
A/N: I love Karlach so much she is such baby girl anyways! I writing this for my soul and other Karlach lovers such as me :) this also takes place after you fix her infernal engine problem.
You and Karlach had been dating for a while now and after dealing with her infernal engine and she wouldnât turn you to charcoal the second she touched you she loved being able to hold you. Holding your hand, giving you a simple hug, kissing you, she loves all of them she loves having someone elseâs arms around her instead of just her own holding herself. That also came with cuddles at night which was normal and happened almost every night, except for tonight now you were known to have nightmares even before the parasite was in your head, you never really told anyone because most the time it wasnât to bad. Sometimes though it was night terrors and those would cause you to wake up in a cold sweat, shaking, and looking around with your eyes filled with fear and worry for your own safety. Sadly tonight was one of these nights, you were peacefully sleeping in Karlachâs muscular arms feeling her body heat, when your dream suddenly did a transition to a nightmare your worst fears all surrounding you, tormenting you.
You woke up shaking and in a cold sweat this caused you to find comfort in your sleeping girlfriend, you cuddled closer, holding on to her tighter this woke Karlach up enough to feel you shaking.
âSolider?â She looked down a bit to see your face and saw the panic in your eyes.
âMhm.â
âWhat happened solider? You need me to kick some asses?â
This caused you to chuckle at your girlfriendâs antics âNo itâs fine it was just a nightmare scared me.â
âAh! donât worry solider youâre safe with me!â She hugged you from the position your were in which was undoubtedly comforting.
This made you smile and at least feel safe enough knowing you had someone to protect you if something did happen. You closed you eyes to go back into your peaceful slumber, the warmth of her body also bringing a source of comfort to you. You feel asleep not long after sleeping peacefully the rest of the night with Karlach by your side as it would stay. You knew the next morning you would wake up to a hyper Karlach ready to start whatever adventure came that day on your journey to get rid of the tadpoles in your heads. That could wait till the morning though right now you were enjoying peaceful sleep with no nightmares.
#x reader#karlach#karlach x tav#karlach x reader#gn reader#bg3#bg3 x reader#bg3 karlach#hurt/comfort#karlach x you#x gn y/n#Spotify
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Okay I just passed 100 followers so let's try to write a fanfiction together shall we? Honestly I've been thinking about this idea for a while now, and although there are several ways it might not work out, I really think it would be a fun little roleplay type of game we can do.
Using the idea of all the BG3 companions somehow being in our world (Like in my fanfic This Bites) the modern world, lets send our friends on a vacation to Disney World (because I have never been to a Disney Park đ„Č) Rules are simple: Try to keep the story on track, tag any good fic writers you think would be interested in playing along, sexual innuendos and jokes are okay but try to keep anything added sfw okay guys?
The story begins with a road trip! The gang is all piled into a large mini van, Gale or perhaps Jaheira is the one who drives. Minsc or Wyll sits up front next to the driver while everyone else is crammed in the back. Tav (who is a gnome in this story because give me more gnome Tav rep damnit!) is squished between Astarion and Karlach who are both subtly competing for who gets to snuggle Tav. Lae'zel and Shadowheart are forced to sit next to one another as they growl and sneer at the other.
In an attempt to break up the tension Tav turns on a movie (yes it's one of those van's with a little TV that comes out of the ceiling.)
Oh and Durge is there too, he just happens to be asleep in the trunk. Don't ask how we fit a huge dragonborn in the trunk....
Reblog to continue and find out if they stop for snacks đ
#baldurs gate 3#bg3#astarion bg3#astarion x tav#astarion ancunin#astarion x reader#bg3 tav#bg3 x reader#bg3 x tav#gnome tav#bg3 durge#gn tav#male durge#default durge#androgynous Tav#bg3 roleplay#baldur's gate 3 roleplay#karlach x tav#karlach x reader#shadowheart#Lae'zel#wyll ravengard#gale dekarios#Don't ask why durge is in the trunk#I forgot about Halsin but one of you can add him in somehow I guess
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Hello, hello, hello welcome to the 400 followers celebration party!
First of all I wanna thank you all for tuning in and read the delusions I write, even though I forget to answer sometimes, I appreciate every comment, reblog and like!
I appreciate everyone that jumps in my inbox and drops requests- thank you for trusting me with your ideas and being patient while I get my brain juices flowing.
Thank you to every single one of you cause- despite me writing for myself- you have been making my days with your nice dms, your hilarious tags and your lovely comments.
This being said, celebration are in order!!
âšFor the 400 followers celebration party, I'm going to host a match-up headcanon event.âš
For those not familiar with it, it's very simple: your drop a little description about your tav/or you in my asks, and I'll match you up with a Baldur's Gate character and write a small headcanon about the couple.
The only requirement is leaving âŁïž somewhere along your ask- and whether u want something exclusively sfw or if you are okay with NSFW mentions in the HC, i will do my best to include NSFW when asked, but it's NOT assured. (It depends if I'm inspired to write it ngl).
This being said the event is open for everyone- and yes, i mean you too- and it will last a week (so from today- march 23rd- to March 30th). I ask you only to be patient, as it might take a bit to reply to everyone, but I'll go through it.
Thank you again for stopping by my nook on the Internet, I hope I'll keep entertaining you just as much as I am entertained. Love you lots, Lynn.
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