#shadowheart one-shot

[oceanmusings]

Pretty Girl

Pairing | Shadowheart x Prisma

Content Warning | none. Fluffy, Prisma trying to tell Shadowheart how pretty she is.

Word Count | 606

Summary | Prisma got hurt pretty badly in battle. Shadowheart is trying to heal her, but her lover keeps telling her how pretty she is instead.

The minute the battle was done Shadowheart looked towards Prisma, she took most of the hits and looked the worst out of all of them. The amount of blood and her knees looking like they were going to give out from under her. Shadowheart took long strides over to her and held her up by her elbow before her knees gave out. “Easy, easy.” Shadowheart murmured, spotting a pillar in the room she could sit against. “Come on, love.” Gently the half-elf led the wood-elf to the pillar and guided her to sit down and rest her back against the sturdy surface. Shadowheart placed her hand on Prisma’s face, turning her head slightly to be able to examine all the cuts and where the blood was coming from her that was flowing freely down her face. Once she began to murmur the healing cantation did Shadowheart find herself being able to start breathing a little easier as the bleeding stopped.

“Pretty.”

Shadowheart looked into her lover’s eyes to find them bleary but staring at her, a sort of drunk smile on her face. “D-did you know yo-you’re pretty.”

A flush raised to Shadowheart’s cheeks, but she tried to ignore it. “You have a concussion.”

“Concoosing” - Prisma tongue not working with her to be able to say all the syllables to “concussion” - “or not! I still know you’re p-pretty.” Briefly Prisma’s purple eyes closed as Shadowheart murmured another healing spell, looking at peace for a moment but muttering to herself; “smart, beautiful, stunning, kind, pretty, beautiful green eyes and prettiest hair.”

Prisma’s hand raised shakily and brushed some of Shadowheart’s bangs behind her pointed ear.

“You lost a lot of blood, now you’re talking nonsense.” Shadowheart grabbed her hand that brushed her hair, pressing a kiss to her calloused skin before resting it on her lap. Trying to keep her lover’s hands to herself so she could focus.

“I am speaking truth.” her lover pouted.

“Hey, how is she?” Shadowheart looked up to Karlach who was looking down at them, also not looking too hot herself, but nothing compared to the wood-elf sitting against the pillar who was muttering to herself on how much she liked kissing her and holding her hand.

“Cuts slowly being mended, but definitely have a concussion. A couple days' rest would do good for her. All of us.”

“Karlach!” Prisma suddenly exclaimed drunkenly once she saw the tiefling. “Is-isn’t Shadowheart p-pretty!” The wood-elf raised her free hand to cup Shadowheart’s face, squishing her cheeks slightly as she turned her head to look up to Karlach more. The blush on Shadowheart’s cheeks darkening against her will.

Karlach let out a snort as an amused smile tugged at her lips as she turned her gaze to their concussed friend. “The prettiest one next to me.” The tiefling agreed and Prisma grinned happily, like she was proud of herself.

“See! Y-you are pretty!”

“Thanks for indulging her.” Shadowheart grumbled, prying her lover’s hand from her face and pinning it to her lap with the other one. Karlach took this moment to leave the two alone, probably tell the others they would make their way back to camp. “Let me heal you, please.”

“What do I get if I do?”

Shadowheart took a moment to think what her concussed lover could want from her, closing her eyes as the exhaustion was beginning to hit her all at once. Both from the battle and now the wood-elf in front of her. “You get a kiss if you let me heal you.”

Immediately that made her perk up, a joyous smile on her lips as she exclaimed. “Deal!”

[esfr-rea]

Got some quick doodles of BG3 oneshot!

[barbozari]

"Oi... Cleric."  

The githyanki soldier hissed, looking very pissed of by just a mere presence of a certain high half-elf who sat down besides her — doing nothing but fixing her shoelaces.

"Oh please..."  Shadowheart rolled her eyes, 

"This is my tent, Lae'zel. Must I remind you why you are here in the first place?"

And then silence fell between them.

The cleric didn't even have to look at Lae'zel to know that the woman's face was painted red with embarrassment.

She couldn't help but wonder how this person could be so adorable and annoying at the same time.

"Chk..."

But she was certain of one thing:

That sound, coming from the lady of Crèche K'liir, was such a music to Shadowheart's ears.

-END-

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The idea for this fanart came to me while I was on a car back from a vacation. Thank you 'Gold Fish' for writing this drabble that made this picture into a lovely story!

[olgipolgi]

Shadowheart 🖤

[elvhenmage]

has anybody redrawn this as shadowheart yet

[savs-sims98]

(Sylvannah & Shadowheart vibe before the hair change✨👌🏼)

Sylvannah and Shadowheart were fast friends😌.

Shadowheart was weary to trust her or any of them for that matter. Something about Sylvannah made her feel heard and she felt that she could open up to someone finally. Sylvannah never had many real friends growing up so it was refreshing to just sit, laugh, and drink with another woman.

I feel as though Shadowheart is definitely the first to come out and see the twins when they are born. She brings her parents with her along with some crops and flowers from her garden🪻🍇

Art by @ soapap

[heyriette]

Doodle of a moment from the GDQ Baldurs Gate speedrun that made me laugh

[nocturnalcharm]

Famous (Shadowheart x Fem!Tav)

𐙚 prompt: shadowheart and tav travel together after the nautiloid crash. after finally finding some other companions, shadowheart finds out tav is a famous bard. 𐙚 cw: fast paced relationship lol, nautiloid trauma, events changed a bit (wyll knows karlach isn’t evil), brief fights 𐙚 a/n: ty for the req <3 hope i did it justice! i’m so awk w ending fics so ahhhdhdhfhdh ok bye

18+ blog!! you are responsible for your own media consumption. if any of the above makes you uncomfortable, do not proceed.

You felt the warm sun and sand on your body, but this wasn't a tropical vacation. This was a nightmare. As you came to, you remember all of the details, the nautiloid, the tadpole… the crash. You opened your eyes slowly, and rose to your feet.

Patting yourself down, you didn’t see or feel any injuries. You inspected your hands, making sure nothing was broken or bruised. It felt silly, almost. You could’ve been severely injured, or dead even, but you wanted to make sure your hands were fine, to make sure you could still play your lute.

You had somehow landed safely on the beach. Looking around, you see another girl. A beautiful girl. You don’t recognize her from the ship, but could only assume that’s why she was laying in the sand, unmoving.

You ran over towards her and shook her slightly to wake her. “Please, wake up.”

After a few moments, she jolted awake, just as confused as you.

“How- How are we alive?” She says, hesitantly, as if she’s nervous that her voice won’t make it out of her throat.

“Not sure. Not sure I care, though.” You laugh, lightly.

She huffs with a smile, before turning to you, “Are you okay? Are you injured?”

“No. Perfectly fine. Are you? Do you feel any pain?” You worry.

“I’m.. fine. I think. As fine as I can be, with this wretched thing in my head.” She pushes herself off the ground, “Alright, let’s go.” She's dusting the sand off her clothes.

“You want to stay together? Um—”

“Shadowheart. And of course. It’s a smart idea, after everything that’s happened, don’t you think…”

“Tav.”

She smirks. “We could both use the company while we try to find a way to get these things out of our heads.”

You hid your blush, hoping she would assume it was just a stress-induced rash. “Yeah. Good idea.”

Both of you scrounge around to find supplies, unsure if there were any settlements nearby. By the time you had gathered enough food and found some weapons, it was dark. You still had yet to run into anyone else, only the dead bodies strewn about.

“Do you want to sleep now or keep trekking on?” You asked. It was obvious that she was the leader in this situation, but you didn’t mind. She had more of a rational head on her shoulders.

You two hadn’t really ventured far from the crash, just followed the coastline a bit. Possibly because you were expecting people to come investigate the ship, rescue you.

“Let’s lay down. We’ll find a camp tomorrow, hopefully. But we should rest.”

You agree, laying out the two bedrolls you found earlier. The gentle waves crashing on the sand made you feel a little more at peace.

“So, tell me your story.” Shadowheart inquires, with a smile.

“What do you want to know?” You secretly hoped she didn’t know who you were. You were a pretty famous bard, and lots of times it meant people were insincere towards you, or fantasized about you, leaving you with empty relationships.

“What do you do? Who is ‘Tav’?” She smirked again. You could tell she really didn’t know you, and that made your heart flutter with the possibility of a genuine connection, not disguised by the glamor of fame.

“Hm. Well, I’m from Baldur’s Gate. I live with my Godfather.” She didn’t need to know your Godfather was Duke Ravengard. “I’m a bard… Not sure what else there is to know.” You laughed, awkwardly. “Tell me about you.”

She goes into brief detail about her life, just about as much detail as you did. You can’t help but smile while she talks. She was so breathtaking, so interesting.

You didn’t even realize how close you two were, and now you couldn’t stop thinking about it. It made your breath stop in your throat. Despite your status in Baldur’s Gate, you had never had a relationship with someone before. You were so cautious around anyone you liked, worried the link between you was artificial.

Before you could say anything else, she was leaning in. She grabbed the back of your head, pulling you in softly. Your lips touch hesitantly, only for a moment, before she pulled away.

“I’m sorry!” She stands up from her spot and starts to walk away, pacing around. “I don’t know why I did that!”

“Shadowheart!” You shout, to get her attention, and stop her from rambling further. “It’s fine. I.. liked it.” You started drawing in the sand, embarrassed of your admittance.

“You did?”

“Did you?” You ask, ignoring her question.

“Yes. I just didn’t know if it was too soon. We’ve just met.” She sits back down next to you.

“Yeah, and in the next five minutes we could turn into mind flayers. I don’t know if I care about the appropriate length of time to wait before kissing someone.” You joke, earning a laugh from her.

“I suppose you're right.”

“We should probably sleep, though. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.” You worried for a moment about your future, before pushing it out of your mind completely.

You lay on your bedroll, watching Shadowheart. She pushes her bedroll right up to yours. You roll over to face her, and you two end up staring at each other, studying the details of the others face.

“You’re so pretty.” She whispers.

***

You wake up, but don’t open your eyes. You’re listening to the sound of the water, and the wind breeze through the tall, rustling mergrass. Once you do open your eyes, you see Shadowheart, already awake. She was sitting up, looking at you, with a soft smile upon her lips.

“Good morning.”

Her simple words cause you to blush. “G’Morning.” You mumbled, sitting up, “What’s the plan for today?”

“Find a camp, find other survivors, find a healer.” She helps you up, then wraps up your bedroll for you.

You just nod, still tired. You pack up the few things you found the day before, but as you start to head out, you hear something behind you, coming from the area of the crash. You look over at Shadowheart, panic in your eyes, not wanting another fight.

“Behind me.” She commands.

You do as she says, grabbing the long sword you had found on someone’s body yesterday. As you do, a few goblins come around the corner, ready to attack.

Shadowheart hurls a fire bolt at the old barrel next to them, instantly wiping out three. With only one left, you ran over, and in an instant, raised your sword high and slammed it back down, piercing the goblin through his chest

“Are you okay?” Shadowheart ran over to you.

“Fine. Let’s just get going before there’s more.”

She nods, taking a deep breath and continuing her walk. You lock your arm with hers, keeping close by her side.

“So, you said you're a bard?” She asks, attempting to lighten the mood, “Do you play the lute?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Are you good?” She inquires, seriously.

“I’d like to think so.” You laugh. If only she knew…

“Maybe, you can play for me sometime.” She flirts.

“I’d like that.” You blush.

You both venture farther than you did the previous day. Eventually, you see a path to follow. Assuming it took you somewhere good, you decide to follow it. You and Shadowheart took turns, telling stories from before the nautiloid, about your lives; indulging each other. It was so obvious both of you were smitten from the moment you laid eyes on each other.

Continuing down the path, over a river, and through some shrubbery, you eventually see a man. He was tall, with braided hair…

“Wyll!” You shout, absentmindedly dropping Shadowheart’s hand and running to him.

“Tav?”

You hug him tightly, “M’fine! Oh my Gods! I can’t believe it!” You pull away to look over at Shadowheart, clearly confused.

“Shadowheart, this is Wyll. Our families have known each other for years! We can trust him.”

Her protective demeanor fizzles away as she sees he’s not a threat… To your lives or the possible budding romance.

She nods as a greeting, and he waves.

“I found Shadowheart after the crash. We stayed together last night. Wait, you do know about the crash, right?” You ask him.

“I did. Are you okay? Were you on the ship?” He asks you both.

He didn’t seem to know about the tadpoles. And since you weren’t sprouting tentacles from your chin, you decided to just leave it for now. “Yes. But soon, we’ll need a healer.”

“Alright. I’m actually heading out now, but there’s a camp right over there, past the wall. The guards should let you in—”

“Where are you going?”

“I have to find someone— a friend. You’re welcome to join.”

You turn to Shadowheart. She hesitates before saying, “We’ll come.”

You knew Wyll wouldn’t say anything about your musical activities. He knew you liked to just be ‘normal’ sometimes, so he wouldn’t bother to bring it up.

“So, who are we searching for?” Shadowheart asks.

“Tiefling named Karlach. She’s tall, got one horn.”

“And why are we searching for her?” She retorts.

“That’s a long story.” He voices, clearly not wanting to go into details.

You grabbed Shadowheart’s hand again, following Wyll.

***

“Fork in the road.” Wyll announces, “You two go North. I’ll take the long way ‘round and meet you up there.”

“Ay Ay, Captain.” You salute him, jokingly, and follow the dirt path up North.

You trudge up the hill, looking around for a one-horned tiefling. Shadowheart was the one leading the way, so you just followed. She held your hand steadily as you crossed over a river, ensuring you didn’t fall, but she stopped right in her tracks.

“Tav, look.” She nodded over to a secluded little spot, with a red tiefling in the middle of it. She continues to approach her; The tiefling not even noticing. “Karlach?” She calls out, cautiously.

She looks up quickly, “Hello?”

“Hi. We’re with Wyll. He’s trying to find you.”

“Oh, thank Gods! I tried searching for his camp but couldn’t find it!” She grabs her bag that was previously on the ground. “Let’s get to it, then. I’m Karlach— but you already knew that.”

“My name is Shadowheart, and this is Tav—”

She is cut off by Karlach’s squeak.

“Oh my Gods! It’s Tav! The Tav! It’s really you!” She is so giddy, practicing up and down.

“Oh. Heh..” You blush heavily, glancing over at Shadowheart to see her reaction. “Yes. That’s me! It’s nice to meet you, Karlach.” You give her a big grin, not wanting to come across as rude or unappreciative of her clear admiration for you.

“I can’t believe it!” She gushes.

At this point, you hear someone approach you from behind, peaking over, you see Wyll.

“Wyll! You didn’t tell me you know the Tav!”

“I guess it just never came up.” He looks at you with apologetic eyes, and you smile a forgiving smile. “Let’s get headed back to the camp.. before the goblins hear you screeching.” He jokes with Karlach, and they start the journey before you and Shadowheart.

Once you’re alone with her, she immediately asks, “What was all that about?” She didn't seem angry, just confused.

“Well. I told you I’m a bard.. I just left out the ‘famous’ part..”

“Famous? You’re a famous bard?”

“Yeah, sort of…”

“Oh my Gods…” She was silent for a bit. “You let me blabber on about wanting you to play for me! And asking if you’re any good! I can’t believe you let me make a fool of myself!” She playfully slaps your arm.

“I’m sorry. I hope you aren’t upset with me.. Most people try to take advantage of me the second they find out. I just didn’t want that to happen again. I really like you.”

“I really like you, too.” She reiterated. “A lot. I would never do anything to hurt you, or make you uncomfortable. I know we’ve really only just met, but I mean it.”

The grin plastered on your face couldn’t get any bigger. “That means a lot.”

“Now, c’mon. Let’s follow them to the camp.”

[notesappwitch]

feeding my complex

Shadowheart/Karlach • explicit • 9,887 words • hurt/comfort, light bdsm/bondage

Shadowheart wants her— and she is not supposed to want. Her lady makes this known in every available way. And still, Shadowheart wants her.

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[oceanmusings]

Kiss It Better

Pairing | Shadowheart x Prisma

Content Warning | some spoilers to Shadowheart story (act 2? I can't remember when the source of her pain is revealed.) Prisma wants to comfort her lover. She also confesses her love to Shadowheart. I didn't plan on it, but Prisma wanted it to happen. This is Fluff/Comfort really.

Word Count | 1.2K

Summary | Prisma knows Shadowheart feels these pains in her hand and she would rather all of them ignore it, but Prisma can't help but want to comfort the half-elf she cares for. Especially after she just confessed her love.

Masterlist

The first time it happened was at The Emerald Grove, standing in the Druid Quarters as Prisma convinced Kagha to let the little Tiefling child go. It was common for children to steal - even ritual artifacts - but they were children and given the option to grow and learn from their mistakes. The wood-elf watched the little girl run out of the quarters before Prisma’s eyes darted to her new dark haired companion yelp out in pain, clutching her hand. She raised an eyebrow to her, curious what had happened. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, it’s just an old wound that hurts me from time to time. Nothing to be concerned about.” Shadowheart assured her as she rubbed the hand. Prisma finally noticed the black spot on the back of her hand. “It’s just something… I have to live with.”

“Dose it hurt?” Prisma asks, then immediately cringes as she realizes how stupid of a question that was. The woman just yelped out in pain, of course it hurts. “Sorry- that was a stupid question.”

“It’s okay.” Shadowheart muttered. “It hurts quite a lot, but it passes quickly. So I can manage.”

Prisma left it at that, but the more it happened, the more it pained Prisma to watch each flinch and yelp. Sometimes when she would smile at Prisma, her hand would flash and the smile would drop. A pit quickly developed in Prisma’s stomach, she wanted to make it better, especially when she was the source of making Shadowheart smile or laugh. The reveal of it being the act of her goddess Shar as a motive of punishment fueled that pit in Prisma’s stomach. She realized she wanted to make Shadowheart happy, to be the source of her smile, but without any involvement from Shar. Anytime it would happen too Shadowheart would request they ignore it, it moved on quickly and she didn’t want to put any attention onto it. As much as selfishly Prisma wanted to make it better, she respected that wish.

Once the two had become more than friends was an emotional day for Prisma and Shadowheart. It surprised Prisma she truly did feel the same connection, but was elated she wanted to pursue that feeling. But seeing the shock of pain now being Shadowheart’s lover brought a pain to Prisma as well. The last thing she wanted to do was make Shadowheart’s pain about herself, so she kept quiet, respected her wishes on ignoring anytime she heard the woman she cared for deeply yelp out “it hurts!” But watching the person you care for going through a pain caused by another just “because” was a pain Prisma didn’t know how to deal with. So she buried it, it was the best she could do.

“I-I haven’t said this to anyone before.” It was dark out, the stars twinkling above them as the moon watched the two lovers sit by a lake by themselves. Prisma had asked Shadowheart if she would meet her here at this lake when they got back to camp. Spend a night without the prying of their friends back at camp, and it’s been a while since it’s been the two of them. Besides, Prisma wanted to talk to her without anyone overhearing her.

“I’ve told people I care for them, that the care I feel for them is deep. But these certain words always get stuck in my throat. Never able to be uttered to anyone.” Prisma nervously picked a daisy close by her, holding up the tiny flower and rubbing the stem between her fingers to have the flower spin. “These words are terrifying, if I’m perfectly honest. I was afraid to say it to anyone. But… No matter how little time we’ve been traveling together, I can’t help but find myself not terrified to say it to you.”

“What are those words?” Shadowheart whispered, like she spoke any louder she would spook off the druid.

She looked down to Shadowheart, the beautiful woman lounging with her at the edge of a lake. Her chest bloomed happily the more she looked at Shadowheart as she patiently waited for her lover to speak. Prisma raised her hand, tucking the daisy behind Shaodwheart’s pointed ear.

“... I love you.”

She swallowed nervously as she watched for any reaction from Shadowheart, the tiniest out, any moment of rejection that could be coming her way. But all she found was a smile that pulled at her lips, making Prisma’s own smile grow.

“I love you, too.”

Shadowheart scooted closer to the other woman, slotting herself against Prisma’s side. Raising her hand to cup her cheek, brushing her thumb across the apple of Prisma’s green freckled cheek. It was either the relief or a magnet that pulled Prisma into her and pressed her lips against her lovers. She didn't care which it was.

Kissing Shadowheart had quickly become a favorite thing for Prisma to do. Typically in front of the others, the ones they would share in front of the others was soft, Prisma’s hand gently on Shadowhearts waist to pull her in as they make the kiss quick. But these ones, without anyone to see or interrupt, were the best ones. The way she slots herself against the wood-elf, leaving almost all her weight to be supported by her lover. Sometimes nipping at her lips just to cause a giggle to rise out of Prisma was adorable at how satisfied she was with herself. Shadowheart lets Prisma run on of her hands from her cheek to cupping her neck, able to feel her heartbeat faintly against her thumb as she deepens the kiss between them.

Prisma could do this forever.

Slowly she reluctantly parted the kiss, a joyous smile on her lips as a new euphoria filled her. The girl she told she loved, loved her back! This was the first person she’s ever truly meant it and knew that’s what she was feeling.

But the elation quickled faded.

Shadowheart let out a yelp, her hand jumping off of Prisma’s cheek to grasp her left hand, a pained expression as she whines, “it hurts!”

It was quick to fade but the smile didn’t return to her face. “Sorry- must’ve gotten too happy.”

An anger flared in Prisma’s chest. This was unfair. This was a happy moment for them, Prisma was not going to let Shar let herself be involved in this moment.

She gently touched Shadowheart’s left hand, taking over on rubbing it over before moving to link their hands together. “You shouldn’t be feeling pain just because Shar wants to punish you.” Prisma says as she gently rubs her thumb across her soft skin.

“It’s okay. I told you, I can live with it.” Always trying to assure everyone she was fine. Not to fuss over her comfort.

“I know,” Prisma whispers, looking down to her hand and rubs her hand across the black spot. “But you shouldn’t have to.”

She raised their linked hands to her lips and began pressing small kisses across the top of her hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to kiss it better.” Prisma stopped for a moment to speak. “I know I can’t take away the pain and you prefer we ignore it… but… please let me, I can do this rather than just stand back and watch the woman I love being in pain. No matter how short it happens.”

Shadowheart seemed to be in awe, maybe a bit surprised, but a soft expression was there as she see’s how deeply her lover wants to look out for her. She knew Prisma wanted to help anyone’s comfort, but anytime it was to herself it was still a bit of a surprise. “Well- I won’t stop you.”

Prisma grinned and brought her hand back up to her lips.

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[olgipolgi]

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𝓓𝓸𝔀𝓷

𝓑𝔂 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻

[robeca-black]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences 

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings 

Relationships: Lae'zel/Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Lae'zel (Baldur's Gate), Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate), Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Karlach (Baldur's Gate), Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate)

Additional Tags: Wolfheart, Selunite Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate), Protective Lae'zel (Baldur's Gate), Short & Sweet, Idiots in Love, Hugs, Lesbians, LGBTQ Themes, Action & Romance, Spoilers for Act 3 (Baldur's Gate 3), Wolves, Canon Universe, Established Relationship, Enemies to Lovers, Romantic Fluff, Shadowzel Summary: It happens in act 3 after killing Viconia Devir, it seems that his acolytes are not satisfied and want to destroy Shadowheart, Lae'zel together with the cleric recently transformed to Selûne, discover something new and unexpected.

@capriclonus Happy Halloween dear!

[optiwashere]

At last, the return to the modern/band AU!

This is the aftermath of the night in Chapter 5, with a brief respite before someone has to get a word in about what's been going on.

I'm returning to a schedule for this, but I'm stretching it out to one chapter every two weeks instead of the weekly schedule! I have other things I want to write as well, which will I'm sure eventually backfire on me. But for now, I want to give myself ample time to write the chapters that still need written, which is something like the last third of this AU!

Rating: E for the occasional smut scene

Category: F/F

Ship: Shadowheart/Trans Fem Tav

[koisuko]

Imagine:

Finding something you never knew you were missing.

Tw: none, fluff, gn reader, the use of “I”, yes I’m a shadowheart simp

It was a rare moment, a time of relaxation that came once in a blue moon to someone like me. Someone hardened by the battles fought, some won and some lost, and the constant nomadic travel of a person with no where they truly belong, no real home to call their own. That didn’t bother me, because without the troubles of a chaotic life, times like these would not feel as special as they do now.

The cold surface of the stone beneath me brought a chill to my bones, a good kind, a chill that reminded me that I am alive and present in this moment. The breeze brought scents of the forest below wafting through my nose, mingling with the smell of wine and unfamiliar bodies from the gathering at camp. I released the crispy air from my lungs with a sigh of content, feeling myself centered by the nocturnal howls of the night life rising from their slumber. The sounds of distant laughter and camaraderie among the group provided a backdrop to the scene before me. Blanketed by the moons rays, I closed my eyes, soaking in the much needed moment of peace.

A set of familiar footsteps, light and agile, tiptoed towards my seated form, “you look comfortable, mind if I join you?” Her voice like an angel sang to my eardrums and thrummed through the strings of my pounding heart. I nod, humming in response with a nonchalant expression despite my inner voice screaming with excitement, “it would be a pleasure.” I pat the stone beside me, silently inviting her to join in my moon bathing activity. “What’s brought you out here, wouldn’t you rather be at the party?” She asked sitting down farther than I would have liked, meeting my gaze at the moon resting above the horizon. I shook my head, “I felt a bit overwhelmed, thought I could use some alone time.” She frowned slightly, misinterpreting my intentions with that statement, “oh, I can go-“ as she moves to stand from her seat beside me, I quickly grabbed her wrist, halting her in her place. “No, please, stay.” It came out more like a plea than a request, my eyes portraying the deep desire for her company, much to my dismay. Regardless, her demeanor returned to one of content, returning to her seat once again without protest.

In a bold move, I scooted just a little closer. I was half expecting her to scoot away, knowing how reserved she tends to be. But instead, she leaned into my presence, gently grazing our shoulders together. I cleared my throat, a blush rising to my cheeks at the small gesture, feeling goosebumps nip at my skin from the contact. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Her smile grew as she stared at the moon, the crescent adorning her forehead glimmered in the dim light. I glanced at her, observing her figure for a moment. She was so stunning, the moonlight nothing compared to the radiance of her beauty. The structure of her face further sculpted by the bloom, enhancing her already goddess like appearance. And those plump lips, pink and slightly stained with wine, remnants of her party endeavors with the others. “It really is,” I murmured, not once looking to what she was referring to, focusing solely on the woman before me. She turned, locking onto my face as I practically gawk at her with a gentle smile. She giggled, nudging her shoulder against mine, “stop looking at me like that.” A request I ignored, as I smiled wider at the rare pink tinting her delicate cheeks. I couldn’t help but chuckle in response, turning to look back at the scenery ahead. “Fine, fine,” I shrug, “I can’t help that I like what I see.” Shadowheart, the strong independent woman known for her confidence in herself and her abilities, let the bravado crack just a little. Her face lit up with a bright red hue as she laughed bashfully. She leaned her head onto my shoulder, nuzzling it slightly to get comfortable. In response, I placed a hand on her waist, scooting her closer to the spot I wanted her to sit so badly before and gripping her ever so slightly as a reminder of her presence. The aroma from her put me in a haze, a mix of night orchids and pine, with just a slight hint of the pages of a book. Far from surprising, from the amount of times I’ve found her slumbering atop her journal as a makeshift pillow. I smiled fondly at the memory, squeezing her once again to bring myself back to the present. As I ground myself, trying not to float to the stars with someone I love in my arms, I realized, that home was not a place, but a special person who captured my heart.

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Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)

Rating: Teen

Relationships: Lae'zel/Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate), Lae'zel & Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate)

Characters: Lae'zel (Baldur's Gate), Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate)

Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Light Angst, Self-Esteem Issues, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant, Laezelmancerweek 2024

Summary:

“I’ve heard some who insist that our fates are written in the stars. Do the githyanki believe in anything like that?” Shadowheart asked.

“A foolish notion. Ravaging every star in the sky shall be my fate once I prove myself to my Queen,” Lae’zel boasted.

The conversation felt like it had happened so long ago now. Lae’zel sighed sadly and stared up into the darkness of her tent, wondering how everything had gone so horribly wrong in less than a tenday and all because she followed protocol.