#laezel imagine

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Hello there, I saw you’re doing match ups and I thought I’d give it a try(for BG3). This is the first match up I’ve ever asked for so here goes. I’m a 6’0 even male with short dark brown hair, often in a faux hawk and a neatly trimmed beard. I’m an introvert sort and am usually quiet as I like to observe people and the situation before I insert myself, though once a connection is made I can make conversation easily. Despite my sometimes stoic demeanor I always try to help others and give aid whether it’s a helping hand or just someone to vent to. I have a love of reading, mainly history, fiction, and mystery. I didn't get into traditional sports growing up, but I was into archery, combat sports like boxing, and HEMA. Loyalty is a virtue I value extremely and I care for those close to me with a fierce dedication, sometimes getting in trouble for their sake when someone disrespects them. That’s one of my flaws, where my usual patience is shortened when those close to me are slighted or when it comes to injustice, and my temper can get the best of me at times due to that. I also tend to be a bit of a perfectionist, often worrying about doing something perfectly when it’s just fine. My care for others does take a bit of flaw as I tend to prioritize others over myself, sacrificing my own personal wellbeing so others are taken care of. That’s about it I think, hope this is enough. Oh, I also read your other stuff and it’s very good. 👍

A/N: Ahh! You’ve read my other writings and think they’re very good!! It makes me so happy to hear that! Thank you! Now let’s see. For you my Loyal Introverted Anon, because you didn't specify a gender preference, I picked one of each below. I’m thinking your best Baldur’s Gate 3 matchups would be… Lae’zel (Female) and Gale (Male)!

Lae’zel, believe it or not, would be a good matchup for you! She’s very straightforward and loyal, making it so that despite your introverted nature, the two of you can communicate clearly.

Lae’zel likes your hairstyle, finding it rather edgy and strong. She likes your beard and manly appearance, as looking tough matters a great deal in Githyanki culture.

Lae’zel is somewhat of an introvert herself, choosing to spend time alone rather than mingle. But she does say what she means, and she will not hesitate to speak up if something is on her mind. The two of you make a very observant pair, always keeping tabs on people, a distance from the limelight.

Lae’zel may not always agree with your inclination to help others, although as time goes on between you too, she begins to soften to this practice, especially when you show her mercy, even when she believes she hasn’t earned it.

Lae’zel insists on having you read up on Githyanki culture, maybe even the language, so that you can grow closer together. It’s a good thing you like books because she’s the kind of girlfriend to assign you homework lol. And she’s extremely glad you have practiced in other sports like archery and boxing: it reassures her knowing you’re not totally physically helpless.

Loyalty is huge in Githyanki culture- all Githyanki are sworn loyal to Valkeith, but with you at her side, Lae’zel begins to question that. She knows loyalty means protecting the ones you care about, but she doesn’t understand that you are meant to choose loyalty, not have it forced upon you. Her temper flares whenever you put yourself in danger, and it takes her a while to understand it is because she loves you and she doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you.

She is not one to self-sacrifice but she will sacrifice herself if it means protecting you.

Gale would also be a good match!

The two of you could exchange hair and beard tips while complementing one another.

Gale’s more introverted as well, so he’s overjoyed the two of you genuinely like spending quiet time together, either observing others from afar or reading your respective books on history and mystery.

Being a wizard, Gale isn’t keen on physical combat, so he’s grateful your interests in sports include things like archery in addition to boxing. He’s also very flustered and incredibly impressed every time you tackle an enemy for him. He’s amazed at your discipline and strength.

Gale is an extremely loyal person as well. To him, a commitment means something, it is not something flimsy to be thrown away the moment the wind changes. He hopes you know that he he does not love lightly, and that when he says he loves you, he means it.

Thankfully, Gale, despite his fierce loyalties, is also a rather patient man. In contrast to Lae’zel, he is not impulsive, or reactive, even in situations where he or his loved ones have been wronged. This perspective lends itself well to countering your quick temper.

Wizards tend to be perfectionists, more on the neurotic side of things, it’s just the nature of the job. Gale understands that burning desire to be better, and the need to always learn more. But in light of recent events with almost losing Mystra and in having faced his immortality dealing with the orb, Gale began to recover from his perfectionist tendencies. Perhaps he can help you become a recovering perfectionist as well.

Gale is such a giving partner, there’s no way he would let you do all of the work or give all the effort within your relationship. He genuinely enjoys spoiling you as he sees your happiness as a mere extension of his.

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[cyberneticghosts]

Given the task: Move Owlbear from Point A to Point B.

[kawareo]

... i have spent way too much time on this, i'm sorry

shoutout to @animentality for putting this stupid thought in my head

[zombie-bait]

These two have big “no one’s allowed to kill her except me” energy and I think they should kiss about it

(i think they also deserve a nice break)

[moonselune]

How about bg3 ladies being jealous??? If you haven't done that before ofc. :) I just wanna see the ladies be possessive and jealous. ❤️

YES YES YES

I LOVE THESE REQUESTS

Jealousy, possessiveness, an eeny weeny bit of control and coercion and manipulation:

Anywayssss

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Karlach:

The bustling tavern was filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of tankards. You were engaged in a lively conversation with a fellow adventurer, the two of you swapping tales of your exploits and exchanging hearty laughs. Across the room, Karlach sat nursing her drink, her fiery eyes fixed on you. Her usual jovial demeanor was replaced with a pout, her lips turned down and her brows furrowed.

As the minutes ticked by, her irritation grew. She shifted restlessly in her seat, her fingers drumming impatiently on the wooden table. Occasionally, she would glance your way, her pout deepening each time she saw you smile or laugh at something the other person said. Her frustration was palpable, and a few nearby patrons gave her wary glances, sensing the heat of her temper.

Unable to stand it any longer, Karlach slammed her tankard down on the table, the sound resonating through the tavern. She stood up and made her way over to you, her heavy boots thudding against the floor. She pushed through the crowd with a single-minded determination, her eyes never leaving you.

"Hey," she interrupted, her voice louder than necessary. "Can I steal you away for a bit?" Her tone was casual, but there was an unmistakable edge to it. Without waiting for a response, she grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the conversation, her grip firm but not painful.

The adventurer you were speaking with looked surprised but didn't protest. You were taken aback by Karlach's sudden appearance, but you followed her, a small smile playing on your lips. She led you to a quieter corner of the tavern, her hand never leaving yours.

Once you were alone, she turned to you, her pout giving way to a whine. "You were ignoring me," she complained, her voice a mix of hurt and frustration. "I've been sitting over there all by myself while you were off having fun without me."

You chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around her waist. "I wasn't ignoring you, Karlach. Just having a chat."

"Well, chat with me," she insisted, her eyes wide and pleading. "I need some attention too, you know." She tugged you closer, her arms wrapping around your waist possessively. "I missed you."

You couldn't help but smile at her adorable jealousy. "I missed you too, Karlach."

She looked up at you, her pout softening into a genuine smile. "Good," she said, her voice softer now. "Because I don't like sharing you." She leaned in, pressing her forehead against yours, her eyes closing as she breathed in your scent.

For the rest of the evening, Karlach stayed close to you, subtly ensuring you never strayed far from her side. She held your hand under the table, her thumb rubbing gentle circles on your skin. When you moved to get another drink, she followed, her arm looped through yours. She laughed at your jokes, her eyes shining with warmth, and her touch lingered on your arm or shoulder whenever she spoke to you.

It was clear to everyone in the tavern that Karlach had claimed you for the night, her possessiveness both endearing and protective. And as the night wore on, you found yourself appreciating the fierce loyalty and love she showed, knowing that no matter what, Karlach would always be by your side.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Minthara:

The tavern was alive with the clamor of patrons, the hum of conversation, and the occasional burst of laughter. You found yourself engaged in a conversation with a charismatic stranger, who was regaling you with tales of distant lands. You laughed at one of their stories, your eyes sparkling with amusement.

From across the room, Minthara watched, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene. Her grip on her drink tightened, the goblet threatening to crack under the pressure of her grip. She had never been one to share, least of all when it came to you. The sight of you enjoying someone else's company was enough to stoke the embers of her jealousy into a raging fire.

Unable to tolerate it any longer, Minthara stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the wooden floor. She strode across the tavern, her movements purposeful and commanding, the crowd parting instinctively to let her through. Without a word, she reached you, her hand clamping down on your arm with a firm, unyielding grip.

"We need to talk," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. She didn't wait for your response, dragging you away from the conversation and out of the tavern, her grip never loosening.

Once outside, she rounded on you, her eyes blazing with anger. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, her voice sharp. "Allowing such scum to even speak to you? Have you no sense of propriety?"

You couldn't help but smile, a small, amused grin that only seemed to infuriate her further. "Minthara, it's just a conversation. No harm done."

"Harm?" she snapped, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "Do you think I enjoy watching you flirt with some lowlife? You belong to me, and I will not tolerate anyone else thinking they have a claim on you."

You leaned back against the wall, crossing your arms and regarding her with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Are you jealous, Minthara?"

Her eyes flashed with a mix of anger and something else, something deeper and more possessive. "Jealousy is a weakness," she retorted, though her voice wavered slightly. "But I will not have you testing my patience like this."

You couldn't resist pushing her buttons further. "Oh, come on, Minthara. You know you love it when I'm a little reckless." You stepped closer, your tone teasing. "Admit it, you enjoy the chase."

Her jaw tightened, and she took a step forward, closing the distance between you. "You think this is a game?" she growled, her voice low and dangerous. "I could break you, right here and now."

You met her gaze, unflinching. "But you won't. Because you love me."

For a moment, the tension hung heavy in the air, the intensity of her stare almost overwhelming. Then, with a frustrated growl, she grabbed your face in her hands, pulling you into a fierce, possessive kiss. Her lips were demanding, her touch both punishing and tender, as if she was trying to remind you of exactly who you belonged to.

When she finally pulled away, her breathing ragged, she glared at you. "You will not test me like that again," she warned, though her voice was softer now, tinged with the undeniable emotion she tried so hard to hide. "I will not lose you."

You smiled, your heart pounding in your chest. "I know, Minthara. I just like seeing you like this. It reminds me how much you care."

She huffed, her eyes narrowing, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. "You are infuriating," she muttered, her tone begrudgingly affectionate. "But I suppose I wouldn't have it any other way."

You leaned in, brushing a gentle kiss against her lips. "I love you too, Minthara. Now, let's go back inside. I promise I'll behave."

She sighed, shaking her head, but her grip on your hand was firm as she led you back into the tavern. And though she tried to maintain her stern demeanor, you could see the flicker of a smile in her eyes, the undeniable proof of her love for you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Lae'zel:

The tavern was bustling with noise, laughter, and the clinking of tankards. You found yourself in an animated conversation with a local adventurer, who had been regaling you with tales of their exploits. The stories were amusing, and you couldn’t help but laugh at their jokes. As the conversation continued, you could feel a pair of eyes boring into the back of your head.

Lae'zel sat across the room, her eyes locked onto you and the stranger. Her expression darkened with each passing moment, the green in her eyes turning to a smoldering blaze. She had never been one for sharing, and watching someone else bask in your attention was more than she could tolerate.

Unable to sit still any longer, Lae'zel rose from her seat with the grace of a predator. She crossed the room in swift, purposeful strides, her presence causing a noticeable ripple in the tavern's atmosphere. Conversations faltered and eyes turned to watch the unfolding drama.

Lae'zel came to a halt beside you, her stance aggressive and unyielding. She fixed the adventurer with a glare that could melt steel. "Step away from my mate," she demanded, her voice a low, dangerous growl. The adventurer blinked, clearly taken aback by her sudden hostility.

"Lae'zel," you began, reaching out to touch her arm, but she shrugged you off, her focus entirely on the perceived threat.

"You think you can just talk to them like that?" Lae'zel continued, her hand moving to the hilt of her sword. "You dare to flirt with what is mine? I will end you right here if you do not leave."

The adventurer raised their hands in a placating gesture, clearly not wanting any trouble. "Whoa, I didn’t mean any harm," they said, backing away slowly. "We were just talking."

"Lae'zel, please," you said more firmly, stepping between her and the adventurer. You placed a hand on her chest, feeling the tension in her muscles. "There's no need for this."

Her eyes snapped to you, confusion mingling with her anger. "You are my mate," she stated, as if that explained everything. "No one else should be speaking to you like that."

You sighed, taking her hand and gently pulling her away from the adventurer. "I know, Lae'zel. But you can't just threaten people like that. It's not how things work here."

She allowed you to lead her outside, her steps reluctant. Once you were outside, away from prying eyes and ears, you turned to face her. "Lae'zel, I understand you're protective, but not everyone who talks to me is a threat. You can't just challenge people to fights."

She frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "In my culture, if someone encroaches on what is ours, we defend it. Why should this be different?"

You softened, taking her face in your hands. "Because here, it's not always about fighting. Sometimes, people just want to talk. And if we fought everyone who looked at us the wrong way, we'd never have any peace."

Lae'zel's eyes searched yours, her frown deepening. "I do not understand this softness," she admitted. "But I will try, for you."

You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Thank you, Lae'zel. That's all I ask. Just try to understand that not everyone is a threat."

She huffed, clearly still not entirely convinced, but the tension in her posture eased. "Very well. But if anyone truly threatens you, I will not hesitate."

You laughed softly, hugging her tightly. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

As you held her, you felt her relax slightly in your embrace, her protective nature slowly giving way to the understanding that, while her ways might not always be suited to this world, her intentions were always rooted in her fierce love for you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Shadowheart:

You were laughing, a sound that danced on the sharp autumn wind and pricked at Shadowheart like a thorn. Across the bustling marketplace, you stood bathed in the warm glow of a pastry vendor's lantern, your head thrown back in amusement as another figure, a handsome tiefling with a mischievous glint in his eye, leaned towards you..

Shadowheart tightened her grip on the hilt of her dagger, its cool metal a grounding presence against the unexpected flare of jealousy. Taking a deep breath, she tried to focus on your conversation. The tiefling's words were lost in the din of the marketplace,but Shadowheart could see the way his eyes sparkled as he spoke, the way he gestured with a flourish. Her fingers tapped a restless rhythm on the leather of her armor, her gaze flicking between the flamboyant bard and you.

Finally, she couldn't bear it a moment longer. As she neared, she saw the smile slowly fade from your face, replaced by a flicker of surprise when your eyes met hers.

"Shadowheart," you greeted, your voice warm, "Come join us. We were just talking about-"

"No need," she cut in, forcing a smile that felt strained even to herself. Her voice was clipped, colder than she intended."Wouldn't want to interrupt your... entertainment."

The tiefling chuckled, his eyes flitting between you and Shadowheart. You opened your mouth to speak, but Shadowheart turned away, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Just as she began to walk away, a gentle touch on her wrist stopped her.

You stood before her , your brow furrowed in concern. The playful lilt of your voice from moments ago now replaced by a quiet sincerity. 

"Hey," you whispered, your eyes searching hers. "Come on, Shadowheart. You're never intruding, you know that."

Her composure faltered. The carefully constructed wall around her heart fell under your gaze. She sighed, a defeated sound escaping her lips. "It's just..." she began, her voice a low murmur. "I feel… jealous sometimes. I know it's petty, but…"

The rest of her confession died in her throat as you pulled her into a warm embrace. Her initial resistance melted away in the heat of your touch.

"You'll never lose me, Shadowheart," you murmured, "Never."

Leaning into the embrace, she found solace in your words. The embers of jealousy flickered and died.  "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "I just needed... needed to hear that."

"I love you. Entirely."

"I love you too."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

I fell like I should give y'all a nickname. Luney? Should I call you Luneys now? Nonnie feels too generic lmk what you think - Seluney xoxoxox

[goobobbers]

my dear friend lae’zel who has very little concept of human socialization

[gaysindistress]

Things that I feel like would happen when you’re in a relationship with Lae’zel.

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1. She hated you the moment you met.

I would even go as far as to say that it started the moment you made eye contact. For this I imagine you’re Tav, the great leader and adventurer, and she can’t stand you. She hates how you’re so willing to let the other companions join without hesitation. She hates how you go out of your way to help others like the tieflings when she’s telling you not to. She hates the fact that you are such an honorable and caring leader because she’s nothing like that. She hates the fact that you’re kind and compassionate towards her when all she’s been is cruel and malicious to you. She hates that your gentle hands and soft spoken words have artfully cracked the walls around her heart. She hates the way that you look at her and how it never seems to change even when you’re in the company of others.

She hates that you don’t hate her.

2. She becomes fiercely protective of you when Shadowheart starts to show interest in you.

It feels ridiculous to her but she can’t stop herself from watching your every move or guarding your tent at night. A desire to protect is buried somewhere in her. It pushes her logic away and forces this utterly primal feeling to the surface when it comes to you and your wellbeing. Before Shadowheart, Lae’zel might’ve just kept you in her peripheral and trusted you to not be stupid enough to get seriously hurt. She would’ve cursed at you when she marched over to you after a goblin landed a decent shot and yanked you to your feet. If she felt like it, she might even help you with your wounds but it wouldn’t be kind nor gentle. Although when Shadowheart comes and starts to show an interest in you, the warrior sees red.

During battles, she’s never more than a dash away and your enemies are shot down with an arrow before you can even pull out your blade. When you’re traveling, she keeps you at her side and will employ a host of reasons why you should stay there. They range from she needs to talk to you privately all the way to she senses danger and since she’s the best warrior, it makes the most sense to stay beside her.

Everyone at camp can see what she’s doing…expect you. You’re blind to it and that could because you genuinely think that she hates you. I mean what reason do you have to think she doesn’t? It becomes clear that maybe you were wrong the night that she and Shadowheart get into their fight. You’re coming back to camp from bathing when you see the cleric has Lae’zel pinned to the ground with a blade pressed into her throat. They’re unaware of you as they argue, threats and death wishes flying between them.

“Absolutely not!” you shout at them as you drop everything in your arms and rush over. Both women tense at your tone but neither are willing to back down. “Get off of her now,” you snap at the cleric with your hands on your hips.

“Chk, do not order us around as if we are yanki,” Lae’zel replies, brushing herself off as Shadowheart gets up.

That causes your blood to run cold. You narrow your eyes on her and take small strides towards her, pointing at her as you chide the warrior, “if you’re going to act like children, then you will be treated as such. Whatever petty disagreement you have with her needs to end now. We have more important things to worry about than protecting your pride, Lae’zel.”

The mentioned pride is wounded by your cutting words but she knows you’re right. She simply spits out a ‘chk’ before storming off to her tent. You know better than to check on her so you leave her to nurse her wounds in private.

The next morning is a different story though. The warrior may not be on speaking terms with you but you’d would be hard pressed to move a few feet without Lae’zel magically appearing. A few times you almost elbowed her from how close she was and the only explanation she offered was an upturned nose with a ‘chk’. Whatever danger you come into contact with that day is immediately cut down by either a githyanki sword or an arrow through their throats.

3. You don’t hear the first time that she actually compliments you.

Lae’zel thinks that showing her approval of you would be to show weakness and she can’t have that. She’s barely able to say kind words half of the time. It’s not that she doesn’t want to per se; she would love to see your face heat up and you grow shy under her watchful gaze when she tells you how stunning you are. It’s more that she doesn’t know how to in the sense that she can’t figure out how to make the words fall from her mouth.

Instead she settles for keeping you at arms length while staring at anyone who comes near you. The tiefling celebration at your camp however is the night she can’t take it anymore. You’re mingling with everyone, giving them the attention that Lae’zel craves. She keeps telling herself that you’ll come to her, you just need to see how unworthy these people are of your time first.

Eventually you do find her and she commends you on your leadership in defeating the goblins. Perhaps against her better judgement (her heart), she suggests that you two have sex, no strings attached of course.

You don’t exactly accept her answer but you don’t reject her either. It’s enough to ease her troubled mind until she sees Shadowheart lean in just a little too close. Given your last collective encounter, the girthyanki isn’t too pleased to see the cleric being friendly with you.

The drink that had been thrust in her hands has turned sour on her tongue and sits heavy on her stomach. Whatever food that had been prepared for their little feast now feels like it’s spoiled and threatens to come back up. Lae’zel’s head is swimming with foul thoughts whether it be from the alcohol or her jealousy. A mood even more intense and abhorrent overcomes her while she sits by the fire and stares at the flames. Consumed by the flames of both the fire in front of her and her internal one, she doesn’t notice you sit beside her. It’s not until you gently bump her shoulder with yours that she registers your presence.

“For a celebration you’re quite broody. Is something amiss, warrior?” you quietly tease her. The nickname you’d given her shouldn’t stroke the fire within her but it does. Something so simple seems to be amplified because it’s coming from you.

Lae’zel lets herself look you over, taking in every inch of your now relaxed body before forcing herself to look away. She finds a bubble in her drink to keep her interest and offers only silence.

“If you’d rather be alone, tell me and I’ll leave.”

Her ochre eyes snap shut and her shoulders subtly drop in defeat. She hopes that you don’t notice either action but those hopes are dash when you softly say her name with a light hand on her elbow. It’s not like her to show any sort of vulnerability or anything of the sort like this which is even more concerning to you. To save herself from saying things she doesn’t want you to hear yet, she tells you to join the others and she’ll come to you when they’ve fallen asleep.

It’s not quite a rejection but a blow nonetheless. She almost regrets it the moment your warmth has left her side.

You later find her in the alter room where she’s back to her usual self, demanding you submit to her and bend to her will. It’s when she submits to you that Lae’zel realizes that you are so much more than the person she thought you to be at first. It’s when you take her submission and honor it like a dom should, providing her with comfort and safety as you explore each other, that she realizes that you mean so much more to her. It’s when you tend her afterwards and ensure that she is take care of before falling asleep that she realizes she doesn’t want you anymore. No, no she craves you.

When you’ve drifted off to sleep, Lae’zel brushes back hair from your forehead and finally voices her admiration for you.

For now it’s enough for her that she’s said how she feels even if you didn’t hear. For now it’s enough that her feelings have been shared with the moon and she’ll wait to share them with you.

[choerypetal]

The Perfect Love / Halsin

summary: while battling against the Durge and embracing your new you. you struggled to pinpoint the source of your envy towards the elf druid you had been ordered to save and return to the grove. it wasn't until one night, with perhaps a bit of help from a mischievous vamping, that the true nature of your feelings began to surface.

ps ; english isn't my first language but i hope you appreciate this story!

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Halsin was a man unto himself, his charm both undeniable and somehow elusive. Admirers far outnumbered foes, drawn to the balance he maintained with nature and the quiet prosperity he exuded. He wasn’t just the revered druid everyone spoke about in hushed admiration—he was also a striking Elf, impossible to overlook. Those fortunate enough to attend his lectures on harmony found themselves captivated, much like you, lingering at the back of the group, ever more intrigued by his words and presence. Brooding in silence.

“You know,” Astarion’s voice slithered into your ear, his gaze flicking between you and the unfortunate soul who had become your prey that night. Although calling them a "threat" felt like an understatement—it was more of a fleeting obstacle, your mind entirely consumed by Halsin’s perfect smile. The temptation to tear Astarion to pieces in that very moment simmered just beneath the surface. “If you keep staring like that, he’ll eventually notice,” Astarion teased, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Perhaps even get nervous.”

"Nervous?" You nearly choked on your drink as the rough, cheap alcohol scraped down your throat—courtesy of the most bare-bones camp supplies Faerûn had to offer. “Don’t be ridiculous,” you shot back, trying to sound confident. Astarion, however, was anything but convinced, the arch of his brow giving you away before you even finished. “I mean, just look at him. I bet half the people listening to him right now are only here for his looks. His perfect eyes, his perfect hair, his perfect mus—” Your words faltered as you realized the dangerous path you were treading. Complimenting Halsin's physical perfection was not where you wanted this conversation to go. Too late. You caught the wicked smirk curling Astarion’s lips, the one he reserved for moments like these—when someone proved themselves wrong. “Mus? I didn’t quite catch that, darling,” he teased, eyes glittering with mischief.

The emphasis on the word had only deepened your worry, and now your gaze locked with the vampire spawn’s. Astarion leaned in closer, his silhouette casting a shadow over you as if daring you to continue. His smug satisfaction was unmistakable, reveling in the fact that he had you cornered. You tried your best not to fall into his trap, but the pull of his teasing was undeniable. 

“Astarion, I won’t say it,” you insisted, voice strained, struggling to hold onto your pride. “It’s not in my nature to—” But even as the words left your mouth, the smirk on his lips grew wider, knowing full well he’d already won.

“Nature of what?” That voice—rich and unmistakable—cut through the tension, catching both you and Astarion off guard. While Astarion had been thoroughly enjoying his own mischief, his amusement quickly faded as the shadowy figure stepped closer, drawing both of your attentions. Even Astarion, usually so composed, faltered. A delicate flush bloomed across his pale cheeks as he hurriedly returned his lips to the rim of his wine glass, avoiding further scrutiny. The silence stretched long enough for you to wrestle with the question, wondering why Astarion, of all people, had fallen so quiet. Then came the follow-up, dripping with amusement: “Or has the cat caught your tongue now?”

A small cough escaped Astarion, his amusement evident as a few splashes of wine dripped onto his pale skin. He quickly stifled a laugh, wiping the droplets with one finger, his gaze dancing between you and Halsin. The druid's expression was endearing—innocent, really—blissfully unaware of the conversation he’d nearly walked in on. Astarion, ever the opportunist, made a mental note to bet some gold next time, just for the chance to see your face at a moment like this again.

Your eyes followed Astarion’s motion, and when they landed on Halsin, your heart nearly skipped a beat. Halsin, with his effortlessly handsome features, was now looking directly at you. The sudden shift in your demeanor—cheeks flushed, eyes wide, and brows raised as if you'd seen a ghost—hadn’t escaped him. "My dear Y/N," he remarked, a soft concern in his voice, "you look a bit flushed. Are you alright? Do you need me to fetch something to cool you down?"

But the worries faded into the background as Astarion's laughter echoed through the air, his amusement wrapping around every word. "Oh no," he began, clearly relishing the moment. Because when the attention wasn’t on him, Astarion always found a way to redirect it. "Actually, it’s—"Before he could finish, your hand shot up, covering his lips. You couldn’t let him say it, not here, not in front of Halsin and the others, all of whom were now watching intently. The last thing you needed was for your rambling to be exposed.

"I—I must go. I'm so sorry," you stammered, your voice trembling with nervousness. Halsin’s brow furrowed in concern, his keen eyes noticing the slight shake of your fingers as they fell away from Astarion’s mouth. The druid could sense your anxiety, but what puzzled him more was the question that lingered in his mind: why did you always seem so flustered around him?

As Halsin watched you retreat to your tent, his brows knitted in confusion. Astarion, still amused, casually wiped away the remnants of your hand from his lips, further drawing Halsin's attention. The druid, perplexed, turned to him with a quiet question. "Care to explain why she acts like this around me? Every time I try to approach her, she either freezes or... leaves."

Astarion, for once, refrained from teasing, but the air of mischief lingered around him. Meanwhile, the camp, already buzzing from the commotion you’d stirred, was now curious, eyes darting between Halsin and your tent. Amidst the rising murmur, it was Shadowheart who finally spoke on your behalf.

“I can’t say for certain,” she began, her voice calm, “but she’s been like that ever since you joined us. Whatever it is, I don’t think it’s something she’s quite ready to share.” Her gaze softened as she looked in your direction, a quiet understanding in her tone. "Give her time." The camp fell quiet again, though Halsin couldn't shake the feeling there was more to your behavior than what met the eye.

Gale nodded thoughtfully, stroking his chin before offering his own insight. "I’ve noticed something too," he said, his tone measured. "It seems to happen most often when you're teaching, Halsin. As someone who’s done a fair bit of teaching myself, I understand the challenge. When two lives—especially so different—cross paths, tensions can arise. And, let’s face it, good looks don't make things any easier." He offered a wry smile. "It’s no surprise you have admirers, Halsin. But I have a suspicion that our dearest Y/N might be dealing with a bit of… jealousy."

Halsin’s brows raised slightly in surprise, though he remained silent, the new piece of information settling in. Gale’s words made sense, but they only deepened the mystery for the druid, whose mind now lingered on the complexity of your reactions around him.

Astarion raised his glass with a triumphant grin, clearly reveling in Gale’s conclusion. “Gale, you’re absolutely right! She can be hard to read at times, but jealousy? That’s crystal clear. It’s obvious she’s got a thing for our charming druid.” He turned, his smirk widening as he gestured toward Halsin. “After all, we elves are just naturally irresistible, aren’t we, Shadowheart?”

Shadowheart, caught off guard, gave Astarion a sidelong glance, clearly unamused by his antics. “I wouldn’t count on all elves being charming,” she replied dryly, though her gaze softened briefly toward Halsin. “But I’ll admit, Halsin does have… a presence.” Halsin, for his part, shook his head with a quiet chuckle, though Gale’s observation and Astarion’s playful commentary left him more curious than ever. Could it really be jealousy? The idea seemed both flattering and perplexing.

As the party continued to banter about your supposed jealousy, Halsin’s gaze drifted elsewhere, lost in thought. He found himself reflecting on his time teaching the others about nature. It struck him as odd that, despite his dedication as a teacher, it wasn’t the admiration or the attention he received that seemed to unsettle you. What truly seemed to bother you was the constant presence of admirers crowding around him, often preventing you from even getting a simple greeting.

While some might view the notion as a bit far-fetched, Halsin understood the frustration. It wasn’t just about the superficial interactions; it was the lack of meaningful connection. You were always on the periphery, never having the chance to truly get to know him. Despite his knowledge of you, the details of your life remained largely unknown to him. This disparity in understanding seemed to create a barrier, one that he now felt compelled to address.

“I’d suggest you go talk to her,” Astarion’s voice interrupted Halsin’s thoughts, his gaze fixed on your tent. The druid's brows furrowed as he considered the suggestion. "She’s probably sleeping by now—" Astarion shook his head, dismissing the notion. “You know her better than that. She’s either restless or busy with something else.”

Determined to resolve the uncertainty, Halsin approached your tent, only to be met with faint, sorrowful sounds coming from within. The cries were soft but unmistakable. They cut through the night air, revealing a vulnerability that neither he nor Astarion had anticipated. The realization that you were struggling alone hit him hard, stirring a sense of urgency and empathy in the druid.

“Y/N…?” Halsin’s voice was soft but clear, cutting through the darkness of the tent. Though you were numb and struggling with your inner turmoil, the sound of his voice was unmistakable. A surge of jealousy and frustration surged within you, a painful reminder of your emotions. 

You fought the impulse to lash out, the temptation to hurt him as a way to release your pent-up feelings. Tears, which had momentarily dried, began to well up again. Desperate to maintain some semblance of control, you turned away, trying to cover your face and silence your sobs, hoping he would take the hint and leave you in peace.

But Halsin did not leave. He remained steadfast, his concern growing stronger. When he managed to peek through the tent, he saw you as he had anticipated—your face flushed, your body curled up as if to shield yourself from the world. The faint cries he'd heard earlier were now more apparent, a stark contrast to the usually composed and serene image you presented.

“Are you afraid of me?” he wondered aloud, though he quickly dismissed the thought. It couldn't be fear, he reasoned. If anything, it was something deeper. He began to pull away, respecting your apparent wish for solitude, but you reached out, your hand gently gripping his arm. Your touch was hesitant but firm, a silent plea that spoke louder than words. "Please, I beg you," you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of desperation and vulnerability.

Halsin stopped, his heart aching at the sight of your struggle. It was clear now that your need for help outweighed your desire for isolation. He knelt beside you, his voice soft but determined. “I’m here,” he said gently. “Tell me what’s wrong. Let me help you.”

Halsin’s soft features met yours as your gaze finally connected. His lips curved into a reassuring smile, a silent promise of support and understanding. Without needing to say more, he accepted your plea, recognizing that it went beyond mere words or shared battles. 

He understood that these moments of vulnerability were crucial, that his presence was more important than any simple greeting or fight alongside you. If nights like these required extra effort, he was more than willing to give it. The reassurance in his eyes spoke volumes, a quiet commitment to stand by you and help you through the darkness, no matter how long it took.

When Halsin settled down beside you, preparing to wrap his arms around your waist, you instinctively rushed to him. It was as if the shelter you’d been seeking was right there in front of you. Halsin chuckled softly, his voice carrying a hint of playful reproach. “You know,” he began with a scoff of laughter, “I always wondered why you seemed so distant during my lectures. Aren’t my classes engaging enough?” His tone was light, almost mockingly offended.

Despite the fact that your discomfort had nothing to do with his teaching or demonstrations, you felt a flush creep onto your cheeks. It was hard to ignore the feelings bubbling up inside you. “Would I be damned if I admitted that it’s because I find you utterly breathtaking?” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, the warmth of your blush reflecting your sincerity.

Halsin’s laughter joined yours, his amusement genuine as he found your comment both adorable and endearing. Yet, beneath the surface, he sensed that your feelings ran deeper than mere admiration. The revelation that you were the Durge—an identity everyone spoke of—had shifted his understanding of you.

As you spoke, your voice carried a tremor of vulnerability. “But it’s also my fear of being alone,” you began, your eyes fixed on him. “Being the Durge has its advantages, but it also feels like a curse. Ever since my father, Bhaal, and my siblings came into my life, I’ve struggled with the fear that no one would ever truly love me. Not even someone as wise as you.” Halsin listened intently, his gaze unwavering as he absorbed your confession. The weight of your words was not lost on him, and he felt a profound sense of empathy for the fear and loneliness you carried. His focus remained solely on you, his presence a quiet reassurance in the face of your deepest insecurities.

As you shared your fears and vulnerabilities, Halsin listened deeply, feeling a connection to your struggles. He reflected on your accomplishments, like saving the grove and rescuing Zevlor and others from the goblin camp. These were feats he often spoke of with admiration, and they were the very stories that captivated his students.

“You know,” Halsin began, a hint of pride in his voice, “I might be an accomplished teacher, but it’s actually you who excites the students the most. They’re always eager to hear about your deeds. In fact, many of them have expressed a wish to meet you. But I’ve been hesitant, understanding that you don’t seek the spotlight.”

He looked at you with a reassuring smile, his words conveying both admiration and a deep respect for your desire for privacy. “You’ve made a greater impact than you realize, and while you might not seek attention, your actions speak volumes to those who know about them.”

You listened intently, your fingers gently cupping Halsin's face as you lifted your head from his chest to meet his gaze. “So that’s what Alfira was talking about last week?” you asked, a hint of shame coloring your words. “I always thought the hero was someone else in this party, considering my story.”

Halsin's lips curved into the same reassuring smile you had admired since you first met him, the same smile you had once envied but now found deeply comforting. “How about…” he began thoughtfully, “next week, I have a lecture to attend. Perhaps you could join me? It could be a first step for us to get to know each other better.” His suggestion was warm and genuine, offering a bridge between your shared experiences and the budding connection between you.

The phrase "a first step to our relationship" echoed in your mind as you continued to gaze at him. A small smile curved your lips, and with sincerity, you replied, “I would love to, Halsin.”

Halsin’s heart warmed at your response. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, drawing you closer into his embrace. The warmth of his touch was soothing, a comforting reassurance that you were no longer alone.

“We will work this together, my dear.” 

[barfville]

pen pressure broke so i tried to nail down their shapes... much 2 think abt.........

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

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BALDUR'S GATE III / ASTARION

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DPR IAN / CHRISTIAN YU

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MIZU / BLUE EYE SAMURAI

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FEYD RAUTHA HARKONNEN / DUNE

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CAT KING / DEAD BOY DETECTIVES

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DEV PATEL / MONKEY MAN

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LOGAN HOWLETT / X-MEN

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MATTHEW DE CLERMONT / A DISCOVERY OF WITCHES

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JOE VELASCO / DOMINICK CARISI / SVU

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DAVID HOWARD THORNTON

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BTS / KPOP

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[raihyeon]

They are burying the hatchet fr fr 💜💚

[melancholicbard]

inspired by this fic by @senualothbrok

GalexTav yearning fics are such a vibe and reading this one got me thinking

a scenario with a bard!tav (very music specific)

Casting inspiring speech but in a song form

The song: From now on from the greatest showman

Set before the final battle against the elder brain; that scene where they ask you to say a speech after you’ve recruited all your allies

Everyone is uncertain, scared, facing the biggest threat that could change their lives forever, not knowing if they’ll make it out alive

Starting with the small soft verse sung by Tav; a soft declaration of the chosen family, the companions, perhaps the romanced partner

Building the chorus, bard!tav sings a line and gets the companions to join in

Getting Karlach Gale and Halsin to sing the melody (I feel like karlach and halsin have the tavern-singing vibe that would carry the melody)

Wyll and Shadowheart on the high harmony (I imagine they’d have more refined voices; at least Wyll probably would have had some training being raised in nobility and shadowheart’s seems to be in the right range)

Astarion Jaheira and Laezel on the low harmony (would possibly switch Astarion and Halsin because it feels like halsin’s voice would sit well on the low harmony but again I just feel like he has that jovial singing vibe with Karlach to carry the melody)

Minsc drumming away (he literally just randomly sits down and starts drumming when in camp)

Bard!Tav comes back in on melismas and the super high harmony (maybe if Volo is there he helps harmonize with the bridge section — I’m trying to be realistic with the voices and musical knowledge)

Building the chorus, swelling, dancing, rousing their spirits to believe we WILL come back home we will succeed we will win (think that dance scene from tangled in the town square)

Bard!tav indicating to them

Dropping to a hushed voice all together, holding hands in a circle; acknowledging the scariest and most important battle of their lives, the final battle after a long arduous journey

The last line, looking into the eyes of the one(s) you care about most; promising you’ll come back home to them

If you’re romancing a character:

Gale: it’s a promise to both of you; we WILL beat the netherbrain, you are NOT blowing yourself up, we’re going to get you that crown, return it to Mystra and cure you of the orb, and we are both going home

Halsin: we’re going to go back to the former shadow cursed lands and build a new home for everyone that needs it together

-not related to this scenario but I wanted to highlight this fic by @drabblesandimagines

Astarion: if the sun burns you after the tadpole is gone, I will stick by you and we will create a new home, a new life

- inspired by this fic by @astarioffsimpmain where he turns into a bat temporarily

Wyll: we’re going to survive this and we’re going to hunt down mizora (and help Karlach hunt Zariel and fix her heart for good) or stay in baldur’s gate and rebuild the city from the ground up (depending on what ending you chose for him)

Karlach: we’re going to survive this fight, you’re going to be fine, I’ll be with you as we jump into Avernus, hunt down zariel, fix your heart, and get you back into the mortal plane so you can live out your life and be able to hug everyone (please she’s such a cinnamon roll)

Shadowheart: we’ve freed your parents and they’re watching over you as moon motes; we’re going to survive this fight and then we’re going to help you figure out how to move on, how to heal, everything that was taken away

Laezel: we gotta go kill Vlakith and you’re going to raise that egg (I’m sorry I’m not familiar enough with her story line)

Can someone write this as a hurt/comfort fic 😭 please hit me with the feels

also if I had animation skills I’d try to make this into an MV

If anyone wants to sing with me lowkey I’d want to make this into a thing

[shaykai]

He’s trying

[pcktknife]

lae'zel is 22 YEARS OLD. she should be at the club.

[visenyaism]

I love not knowing anything about bg3 aside from what people say on tumblr bc it gives me the impression that everybody loves or wants to fuck that vampire guy except for you

i dont want to fuck the twinky white hair thotty unlaced period piece shirt leather pants wearing sad deflects vulnerability with humor cunty vampire elf man

[moonselune]

Hii, do you have any headcanons for the companions at the beach? (Let's pretend it's during the story and the companions decide to take a (deserved) break for a day so Astarion can actually stay in the sun lol)

omg omg omg omg yes I'm going to write this as more of a headcanony rambling list because the THOUGHTS I HAVE

Astarion

he is sunbathing and don't you dare stand over him he will gut you

he is not putting on sun cream because 'the burn is worth it'

irl he just wants to feel the consequence of the sun on his skin, to feel it one more time

but he will just tell everyone that he is too gorgeous to burn

he is bright red at the end of the day but its worth it - though not so much when Shadowheart says his sunburn isn't worth one of her healing spells.

Karlach:

YOU WANNA PLAY MERMAIDS!!?!?!?!?!?

She would 1000% dive for cool rocks and shells and bring them back to companions, the less receptive they are, the more she brings them as if to prove something

que Minthara, Astarion and Lae'zel having piles of shells and rocks near them

starts a volleyball match, the volleyball becomes a flaming meteor by the end of it because of how competitive she gets

plays chicken in the water with Shadowheart on her shoulders vs Lae'zel with Minthara on her shoulders - Min'zel lose because they are too strategic.

pouts when told it is time for them to go home and runs back in the sea, telling them '5 more minutes!"

Gale:

Smothered in sun cream

shades and floppy hat does not give a single fuck

Gale is having a day off, mage hand fanning him with a ridiculously large fan.

says he isn't going to of the bbq because he always cooks yet gets involved some how

definitely a backseat cook

"I mean I haven't seen anyone in Waterdeep do it that way, but you are the blade of frontiers after all"

Minthara:

She has found everyone the best beach spot - she doesn't care that it is an extra ten miles from camp the companions will appreciate it

Finds it hard to relax but eventually does after a bottle of wine or two - thanks to shadowheart

She even gets roped into beach games, which she tries to dominate but eventually loses - though she always blames her teammate for it.

Despises the sun so whenever she is resting she is in permanent shade,

She also had the big shades and big hat, the fact she is matching with Gale is just an unfortunate coincidence (Gale's fault of course)

Builds a sand fortress with Lae'zel.

Lae'zel:

Much like Minthara, is very practical about it all

Does some laps in the sea

Surprise tackles her companions into the sea, to see how they would react.

This does not go down well with Shadowheart who has just gained her confidence in swimming again

Lae'zel makes it up to her by making a sand fortress

It's a prototype for her own Gith fortress one day but she guesses shadowheart can lay claim to it for today if it means she'll stop complaining about her hair getting wet

Chows down at the bbq and joins Karlach in the sea when its time to go - she enjoyed the beach more than she thought she would.

Wyll:

This is his time to shine

This is his BBQ

He burns everything

Yes its not how they do it in waterdeep but what does Gale know ( a lot apparently)

Plays it off as a foreign sword coast culture

nobody believes him but nobody says anything

plays mermaids with Karlach

is also very competitive when it comes to volleyball

falls asleep in the sun afterwards and Shadowheart puts sun cream patters on him

isn't mad about it

Shadowheart:

Tells everyone that she is not getting in the water

After 5 minutes of being there she is in the water

Halsin does turn into a porpoise to help her swim (no secret meaning behind it because it turns out Shadowheart is in fact a terrible open water swimmer)

She's the one with the cold flask of cocktails and wine topping everyone up

She won't admit it but perhaps she gave Wyll one too many 'juice drinks' and that's why the food burned

Joins the shade with Minthara, draws a sun cream penis on Wyll but then feels bad

When Lae'zel shows her her apologetic sand fortress she is actually touched and puts a shell on it

Scratch runs through it 0.5 seconds later

Halsin:

Man just fucks off in porpoise form after helping shadowheart learn how to swim

They accidentally leave without him