#thank you for this handsome pale elf
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Hi, discord friend! this is one of the silly ideas I had 😌 Asterion is having a very bad luck day. He keeps dropping things, setting off traps, breaking lockpicks, he ripped his shirt, and now his seduction skills are lacking hard. How would he navigate it?
As someone who is very clumsy and tends to panic a lot (triggered even by something unimportant), I can totally relate to Astarion is this prompt.
Thanks @brabblesblog for beta reading!
Tainted
Synopsis: Astarion believes he's been healed - but yet another unpleasant interaction and the darkness is back.
Tags: post-game, established relationship, mentions of past trauma.
TW: Conversation about triggers.
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Astarion looks around the street. The town of Daggerfold, barely home to more than a thousand people, is dark and peaceful. Just a stopover for travelers, but once a part of a long-gone kingdom of the past.
He carefully navigates to a tavern where he stays with you. He was hesitant about renting a room first.
"They will notice I am a vampire, darling, and I am afraid. People in those cities tend to hate vampire lovers more than the Undead themselves."
But you looked at him with those puppy eyes (learned from a professional), and he agreed. Besides, not being constricted to the tent for the whole day feels nice.
Astarion can walk around the room and the tavern, read, and talk to the people if he wants (he usually doesn't) and you can sleep in a comfortable bed.
Besides, you both have had a bath for the first time in weeks today.
Astarion notices the signs of the pre-dawn on the east. The innate fear grasps his mind.
Run. Run. Run.
Hide. Or die. Elves call it mor. The ultimate death, without resurrection to come.
Astarion forces himself to calm down. It's still too early and the Inn is already visible in the distance. He doesn't even have to rush.
A hand grabs his wrist and he flinches, disturbed by the unwelcome touch.
The young man, probably a half-elf, tries to pull him closer, seductively licking his lips, a gesture too familiar for Astarion not to notice.
"Looking for company, handsome?" His words are sweet and full of lust. "I can offer you a time of pleasure."
Astarion wants to set himself free, just to go away. It's not supposed to be difficult. It's not like the young man's grip is tight. A simple "no" is enough, people in this profession don’t tend to insist.
The vampire knows it from personal experience.
"Your skin is so pale, almost like marble. And hands... so cold. Come on, I will warm you"
Astarion is paralyzed. As if he is ordered not to move. Like he often used to be.
When he was on the other side of this conversation. When he was the man who needed to get a client as soon as he could.
Seeing no resistance, the prostitute reaches out for his cheek.
His touch is acid-burning.
"GO AWAY!" Astarion yells, almost betraying his fangs. "Leave me alone!"
The man is taken aback and immediately pulls away. Astarion curses and mutters through his teeth all the slurs he remembers.
Every word he ever heard from passers-by.
Whore. Slut.
Filliken.
There is a disgusted and evil smile on the man's face. "You were like me, am I right? All of you… former colleagues, are like that."
Astarion steps back. A dark wave of terror drags him to the abyss. The sun is almost up.
He makes himself move towards the Inn.
"But you can't escape your past! You hear me? It will always be with you, no matter how hard you try to wash it all away!"
Astarion runs. The moment the first ray pierces the air, he is already in the safe shadow of a sleepy inn.
It's almost empty. Only a few drunkards sleep peacefully on the floor. Astarion goes upstairs, praying you aren't back yet.
Because he doesn't want to look at you right now.
His hands tremble and dark thoughts plague his mind like a swarm of flies.
The room is empty and your walking boots are missing. He sighs in relief.
That's the problem with you. You know when something is wrong. Even if you understand he doesn't want to discuss it, you still acknowledge it.
Besides, if you were in the room, you would hear the screams.
Astarion falls on the bed, not bothering to undress himself, and closes his eyes.
He needs to meditate. He needs to wander away. When he wakes up, it will be better.
But Astarion should know better; it never works like that.
Again and again, he sees the same things. Hands of strangers, touching him without his consent. His cheeks, his chest, his back. His private parts. Grabbing and groping him. Laughing and smiling. Future victims. Useful people he needed to extract information from. Others whom he just needs to please.
Sweat that feels like acid. Touches that hurt like red-hot tongs. Intimacy is worse than torture.
Astarion tries to force his mind to remember something else. You, he needs to remember you. Your touches, your voice, your blood. He attempts to visualize you but instead, it's a look-alike stranger, a fake voice with hurtful words.
He sits up, pressing his hands to the chest. His body feels rested but his mind is exhausted. Astarion hears voices from downstairs - busy afternoon in the tavern.
…You sleep beside him pressing your face into the pillow. Astarion notices that his boots are taken off and his body is covered with a blanket. It seems like when you came back, you put the shoes off him and tucked him in the blanket.
Astarion carefully gets out of bed. He still has a few hours before you wake up and he needs to occupy his mind with something.
It seems like the trance has made things worse.
Astarion, moron, you taint Tav. A voice within his undead heart whispers. Your past will never go away. Your skin is dirty. People will always know who you are. Tav pities you but even heroes are tired of being saviors.
This will never be over. Whatever he does. Wherever he goes, his past will follow him like the smell of death. He ruins you. He destroys you.
Astarion takes a book out of the bag and opens it randomly. A trembling hand tries to turn the page.
And tears it.
Fuck.
The books fall to the floor with a loud thump.
You move in your sleep but don't wake up. Astarion, cursing himself for being so clumsy, picks it up and immediately bumps his head on the wooden table.
Tainted. Tainted, the voices keep whispering, completely taking away all the control. His body doesn't belong to him. All the movements are off.
"Astarion, are you all right?" you mumble in the pillow.
"Yes... my... I am ... " The ability to talk properly leaves him as well.
He needs to go out. At least, he can sit in a tavern and look for potential contracts.
In a tavern similar to his hunting spots. And where yet another person might try to get him to bed.
He pulls out the door, but it is locked. He looks around and sees the key on the table. Tries to take it but it slips away through his fingers.
"Is anything wrong?" you yawn, sitting up. Your face is sleepy and the hair is messy.
"No... I am..."
You stand up and while still half-asleep pick up the key and open the door. Astarion stays at the threshold, fearing to fall down the stairs the moment he leaves the room.
"Astarion, the more I live with you, the more you resemble a cat to me! Do you want to stay inside or go out?"
"I ... "
His hands are still trembling. You look at them, noticing the tremor.
And close the door.
"I take my words back about you being a cat. You are more like a hobgoblin now."
"Careful, darling, I can get offended"
"So, you can speak now. What's wrong? You don’t look drunk to me, so?"
"Nothing important. Please, go to sleep."
"Did someone hurt you?"
"No, nothing"
"Liar."
Before he manages to object, you make him return to bed. As he sits down, you help him to undress. The light armor he forgot to put off, the shirt, and the trousers are carefully placed on the chair. He stays only in his underwear.
His hands are still shaking.
“I would gladly offer you my blood, but I am afraid you will pierce my carotid artery in your current state.”
Astarion nods. You lie on the bed and pull him to you. He places his head on your chest. You wrap your hands around him as if protecting him from the outside world and his own mind.
You are warm like sunlight.
You lie silently under the blanket in the dark room. You got the cheapest room in the Inn – the one without windows and the Innkeeper couldn’t understand why you two were so content about it.
“Can I touch your back?” you ask.
"What? Of course... Of course, you can. Why do you even ask?"
"Because I care about you", a gentle caress brushes over his scars. “Because I want you to feel safe.”
And he gives up. He tells you everything. About the man on the streets. The words and curses Astarion addressed mostly to himself.
"I feel tainted," he admits. “I feel that I ruined you. I can't undo my past. It follows me like a shadow. And I bring this shadow to our bed!
A soft kiss. Then, another. Fingers draw invisible pictures on his skin. Tears prickle his eyes.
Why is he so weak? Why is he so pathetic?
Noticing his tension, you tug him closer.
"I am sorry", he mutters. "I thought I had already recovered. That the things have already gotten better."
"They have. And you can't make progress without taking any steps back. It's a part of growth."
He chuckles but still feels miserable. He doesn't know what makes him feel worse. The thoughts in his head or the understanding that he has been lying to himself.
Astarion believed he was healed. It was a lie.
"You don't taint me, Astarion. You don't ruin me. I don't care how many people touched you. I care only about what you are and what you want to be."
He finally finds the strength to pull you closer to himself. "I want it to be over. I want to move forward. But I just can't. It seems like… he truly broke me. There is nothing to repair.”
“A broken man wouldn’t desire revenge the very moment he acquired freedom. Broken people beg to be returned to their masters. A broken man wouldn’t fight back. You aren’t broken and you are healing. And I love you. Never doubt it.”
You lie together in silence. Astarion notices his hands don’t tremble anymore and he relaxes a bit. He is safe.
But is he happy?
He concentrates on his feelings. He is in the dark room protected from the sun. On the soft and comfy bed. His hands are wrapped around you, the first and only person he cares about and loves. And who gives him everything he thought he wasn’t worthy of? A heavy thick blanket covers you both. The touches on his bare skin are so gentle he is about to cry. The soothing heartbeat sounds like a lullaby.
Yes, he is happy. Even if his mind tries to tell him otherwise.
You fall asleep again, and Astarion stays motionless not wanting to wake you up yet again.
When he finally notices your movements, indication that you are ready to wake up. He frees himself from your grip and presses his lips against yours. He kisses you softly, slowly, tasting you.
Thanking you.
“Feeling better?” you ask once your eyes open.
"Hello, darling", he smiles. “Yes, I am.”
Mor - ultimate death.
Filliken - “open skirt”, a prostitute (a slur).
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Mirror, mirror on the wall
A Night of Fake Smiles and Hidden Lies: Part 3
Author's Note: In which there will be smut. That yet again wasn't initially planned at this point, but we already know these two do what they want - in front of a mirror... I know this has been done before, so I don't even remotely claim this idea although it was much more innocent before I read other people's stuff. And now here we are - enjoy! (Also this chapter is by no means plot relevant for those who want to skip)
Song: Killshot - Magdalena Bay (slowed + reverb)
Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Explicit sexual content
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„How do we keep doing this all the time?”, you asked Astarion through your happy tears. “I guess this is what people like to call the ‘honeymoon phase’”, the vampire responded laughing but his cheeks were a bit wet as well.
“It’s exhausting”, you complained “I hope it never stops.” To that the vampire laughed even more and kissed you. “Now, let’s go or we won’t make it to this ball”, he said and gave you a light slap on the butt. “You’re the one who keeps distracting me!”, you shouted and stabbed a finger into his bare chest peeking from his robe.
Astarion raised his hands in defence and made to turn away. You shook your head and wanted to grab your few pieces of makeup you owned to finish your look, but Astarion was behind you again. “Allow me one last distraction, my love”, he said and held up another small box. You rolled your eyes at him: “So you lied about the necklace being the last gift.” “No, I didn’t! These go with the necklace. Also, they will go nicely with your beautiful silver eyes, my sweet”, the pale elf pouted and opened up the box to reveal a set of dangling earrings with matching moonstones and a few gold hoops that were meant for the pierced parts of your pointy ears.
You sighed and made doe eyes at your vampire: “You’re too sweet, Astarion. These are beautiful. Thank you.” You grabbed the pieces of jewellery and put them in, taking another glance in the mirror – stunning.
“Now go get dressed yourself, I won’t let you go in this robe”, you shooed Astarion off and went to grab your grooming stuff.
Astarion sighed and left you to it. With your few things in hand, you knelt in front of the huge mirror – your dress bunched up all around you. You grabbed a piece of kohl to rim your eyes and put a little bit of tinted oil on your lips and cheeks. The final touch was a bit of the perfume oil that Astarion had already gifted you some time ago. Personally picked out by him, smelling of orange and teak – and proven to make you even more irresistible to him.
When you were done you turned to watch Astarion but he was already fully dressed, only tugging at the lacy bits of his sleeves under his doublet jacket.
Your jaw dropped. Before you could only imagine how incredibly he would look in those clothes but seeing it was a whole different affair. He looked not only elegant: he looked like someone people would erect statues for and paint portraits of – so they could swoon and cry over his eternal beauty for generations. You felt a bit light-headed and your chest clench in pain when you imagined that this man was truly yours.
He saw you looking, mouth agape, from across the room. So, he moved into his usual elegant stance, one hand casually held up, his shoulder back, one leg slightly behind the other – smirk on his face at full power: “So tell me, my love, how do I look?” Oh, the bastard knew exactly how beautiful he was.
“Not a day over two hundred, my dear”, you offered and pursed your lips. His shoulders fell forward and he looked at you, eyes half-lidded, tongue in cheek: “Count on Tav to destroy a vampire’s ego.” You cackled and got up.
“Just kidding, my love. I’m going to be real with you now. You look beautiful.” At this Astarion’s head and ears perked up. You had his full attention.
“You look devilishly handsome”, you spoke and began sauntering over to him, swaying your hips. Time for you to turn this man’s weapons on himself for a bit. He’s made you flustered often enough, maybe you could repay the favour for once.
“If sin was given a body and a face it would be yours, Astarion. And yet your creator would cry for the beauty they’d created and had given to the world”, you hushed, stretched out your hands as if trying to reach him and then closing them, drawing them back to your chest with a sigh and widening eyes.
Astarion’s whole posture straightened and his crimson eyes widened. You were sure he would have blushed had he still been capable of doing that. His lips slightly parted as he stared at you in awe: “Oh, my love, I think there was a poet lost in you.”
You stopped walking towards him and grinned at him: “Want another one?”
“Oh please, my eloquent little poet, you know flattery will get you anywhere with me!”
At that you made a little “oooh” and elegantly placed your hand on your chest as if pretending to be shocked. “Is that so? I had barely noticed”, you grinned and batted your eyelashes at him – this dress was obviously doing things to you – or maybe it was Astarion in his whole regal glory.
You coughed to clear your throat and began prowling over to him again.
“You look like a perfect piece of wrapped chocolate that I’d love to slowly unravel and then pop into my mouth”, you continued and let your tongue click at the end. Astarion’s eyes widened even more while you kept coming closer. “Or maybe I’d love to feel you melt in my hands until you’re gone completely.” You firmly held his gaze while you prowled closer. The vampire seemed stunned, but a proud grin crept onto his lips.
But then you stopped suddenly as you realised you had no more lines. So much for turning the canons on him for once.
Your brain just kind of short-circuited and you doubled over laughing. Astarion was stunned by the sudden mood change but then joined in: “Oh, my sweet, we have to work on your delivery.” At that you snickered: “Come on, Astarion, some of your lines are terrible.”
The vampire pouted: “I’d say they’ve gotten better.”
“Yeah, but only since you’ve been with me”, you pointed out as you straightened your back again.
“Yes, because with you it’s real”, Astarion answered pointedly. You threw him a warm smile.
“So, my seduction didn’t work?”, you asked. The vampire made a face: “Started off strong and then declined abysmally, love.” You laughed and walked over the rest to Astarion and kissed him.
“Ah my love, we have to do your hair and give you some shoes, don’t we?”, he said after that. You looked at your feet – oh yes, he was right.
Astarion grabbed your hand and dragged you back to the mirror. He took out the pins holding up your now dry hair until soft waves fell down onto your shoulders. Then he used some of them to loosely put up some strands at the back of your head while he hummed softly. Very quickly he had tamed your mane. Just like with everything else he’d done great job – you looked magnificent.
The vampire looked very pleased with himself looking at you. In fact he could barely stop staring at you. But when you whacked him on the arm softly, he snapped out of his starstruck admiration for you.
He went over to the bed once more and grabbed a pair of shoes from under it. Some flats the same colour of your dress with some silk bands.
Astarion sat down on the chaise longue once more and patted his thigh, shoe in hand: “Come here, love, let’s finish up this business.”
Without hesitating you put your naked foot on top of his thigh. The vampire’s red eyes immediately lit up and he looked up at you with a smirk. You smirked back and gasped when he softly pushed up your skirt. He pushed it up in an agonizingly slow movement over your knee; but then didn’t stop until it was almost pushed up all to your waist.
Then he let his free hand wander up your leg, pressing a kiss to your shin while still looking up at you. His hand was at the back of your knee making you gasp again and lifting your leg ever so slightly. He softly put on your shoe and slowly tied the ribbon around your ankle as you watched his long, elegant fingers at work. Yet again, the heat from earlier in the night made itself known.
Once done you switched to the other leg – the same procedure followed. You almost moaned at the vampire’s soft caress of your legs when you noticed he stole small sideways glances. And as you turned you could see: yourself looking back. You were reflecting in the mirror. Your leg kind of levitating in the air. And more: you could see the indents of Astarion’s fingers on your thigh. Your mouth fell open, then something clicked into place for you.
“I see there was another reason for the mirror in the bedroom”, you drawled as you let your gaze wander back to Astarion’s gaze. He smirked at you, sinful promise twinkling in his ruby eyes. “Maybe”, he simply replied while one of his eyebrows twitched and he finished tying your other shoe.
He pressed a kiss to your knee while he stroked your thigh – his grip a lot firmer now. You looked over to the mirror and saw his touch – and also, how you started arching your back. Some bits of your sinful lacey underwear were showing.
Need rose in you, pooled between your legs and sent pulsating jolts out through your body.
You slowly put your leg down from Astarion’s thigh but kept holding up your skirt with one hand. The vampire just kept watching you with an intense stare. The way he was sitting with his legs spread, one finger absent-mindedly, softly tapping on his knee and his lips slightly parted while your eyes were locked, made you think you weren’t the only one feeling an urge to feel each other’s bodies.
So, you sat down slowly on his lap with your legs around his hips – carefully placing your already wet core to where you immediately felt his growing and hardening need for you. You felt like a goddess – blessing your chosen with the utmost gift of yourself.
Astarion’s hands were almost immediately on your ass, pulling you down harder onto him. “I hope you’ve thought about how accessible these outfits are, Astarion”, you whispered and rolled your hips, making him groan. “Of course, my love, how couldn’t I?”, he snickered back and then moaned again, his head rolling back at you rewarding him with some delicious friction for his thoughtfulness.
You looked at the mirror again, saw yourself hovering above the piece of furniture, skirts all bunched up, revealing more of your lingerie beneath it. It was weird to see yourself like this – but also exhilarating.
Astarion saw you observing yourself and his face split with a dirty smile, looking perfectly pleased with himself: “Can’t stop looking at yourself like this, my naughty little pet? I can’t blame you. Because neither can I.”
You moaned at his praise and arched your back to offer up your breasts to the vampire who happily went to kiss your exposed neck with a wide-open mouth, licking up the hem of your neckline, his fangs slightly grazing the delicate smooth skin there.
You moaned and closed your eyes as you felt his arms around your back, pulling you even closer to him and holding you steady. Then you felt his hands reach inside your dress, freeing your breasts until they were propped up by the bodice. When you took another peek, you saw how nicely they were perked up in this position. And you couldn’t help being turned on massively seeing yourself like this – it made you feel ethereal.
And then the vampire hungrily devouring you. Worshipping at the altar that was your body.
You looked back at Astarion and pushed your tits into his face – losing any last shred of shyness you might’ve felt before. He’d called you a goddess before, you were keen to act on it.
The vampire groaned and bucked his hips, so you felt the friction of his erection against your core. Then he graciously took one of the hardened buds of your breasts in his mouth with a sigh. You gasped when you felt his tongue twirl around it and then how he softly bit into it. You hissed, soft waves of your hair raining down on your shoulders when your head fell back.
Your hands wandered into Astarion’s hair as you watched him let his tongue wander over your breasts, extracting small cries of pleasure from you whenever the tip of his tongue wandered over the tips or his teeth softly scratched your skin as he stole looks at you above him and in the mirror in turn.
You grabbed his curls at the back of his neck with one of your hands and steadied yourself with the other on his shoulder when you could barely contain yourself anymore. You dragged his head back by his soft locks. His mouth was wide open, his lips glistening as he licked over them and his bared fangs as he grinned at you – knowing exactly he’d been the one to get you this worked up and desperate for him, knowing he was the one making you lose the very last pieces of innocence you might’ve held – sinful bastard.
“I need you inside of me, Astarion”, you moaned and begged him. His grin only grew as his free hand wandered between you, past your intricate underwear and immediately found the sensitive nub between your spread legs. And the tip of his finger moved, agonizingly slow as you saw your head roll back in the mirror again, an invisible force lifting up your skirts and lifting up the lace of your lingerie.
You rolled your hips against him more aggressively now, trying to get more, but this only made the vampire withdraw his teasing finger. He pressed you down hard again on his crotch and you frantically tried to grind against him, earning another groan from him.
“Gods”, Astarion exclaimed breathlessly “if I’d known this would turn you on this much, I would have bought a mirror months ago.” You didn’t answer, merely rolled your hips again, desperate for more traction – a slave to your own lust now. And Astarion watched you, letting the hand that had been teasing you slide between you again. But this time to let the ball of his hand drag down over the bulge of his hard cock - once.
“Say please”, he purred in a deep tone that poured over you like cold water; sending shivers throughout your body as his hand went back to holding you steadily over him.
But you’d understood: “Please”, you hushed and let your hand take the place of his. Feeling him trough his pants as you dragged your fingers down against his hardened length, making him growl. That’s how you kept going for a while. Your own lust growing as you so clearly felt his.
The vampire held you, one hand on your behind, the other on your back and watched you his head leaning from side to side as if he was observing the most unbelievable creature he’d ever seen. From time to time, he slapped your ass without warning, making you gasp and hiss and wanting to push yourself against him harder. He also sucked on your breasts again until you couldn’t endure it anymore.
With your hand in his hair, you pulled back his head again and pressed your open lips onto his eagerly, while aggressively pushing your hips against his crotch. Your tongue was desperately trying to gain dominance over his, but it was forlorn. Astarion was still somehow the more dominant one despite you sitting on top of him, pressing your body against him. You broke off the kiss. “Please, Astarion, fuck me”, you practically begged and pressed your body against his again.
The vampire chuckled as he threw another sideways glance. For a moment he shook his head absent-mindedly: “I can’t wait to have you in front of this mirror again and again, my sweet – on my lap again or on all fours, your body facing the mirror while I’m taking you – or pressed against it.” You whimpered at his promise and desperately clawed at his shoulder and neck, begging for release, begging for him to fulfil your pleas.
And then Astarion finally complied, quickly opening up his pants to free his dick, simply and carelessly pushing your delicate underwear aside before lifting you up and filling you completely in one swift movement.
“You’re so delicious in every kind of way, darling”, Astarion moaned as his eyes widened at this feeling of you clenching around him, finally.
You felt so deliciously full and weren’t completely done taking in this new sensation when Astarion started to move. With his hands on your hips now to help you get more movement, he thrust into you painfully slow at first. But he quickly lost his temper as he watched your mirror image and his movements became quick and hard.
This wasn’t about being elegant anymore, this was about sating a carnal hunger. About giving a goddess the worship, she rightfully deserved. And a worshipper reaping the fruits of his loyal prayers.
“Look at you, my love”, he pressed out while fucking you. You turned your head and saw yourself: mouth open and tongue out, boobs bouncing wildly, your hips being rocked by an invisible force. Seeing it while feeling Astarion hit deep inside you was enough to make you come quickly, desperately clawing at the vampire’s shoulders as you rode your high and white bliss made you forget that you were still mortal for a moment. The vampire kept thrusting into you shortly until he also came violently and with a hiss, joining you in your ascension.
You could feel him twitching inside your body as you drifted off to the stars in your joint ecstasy.
Then you slumped together, both breathless, chests heaving. Holding onto each other carefully but desperately like castaways on the open sea. You stayed like this for some time, just staring into each other’s wide and open eyes in awe and love.
“We had better not ruined my doublet”, Astarion sneered after a few long moments of trying to regain composure. “Well, fuck you for putting a mirror in here. And fuck you for fucking me in front of it then”, you snarled and lightly boxed his shoulder before you carefully climbed off his lap.
“Is that a promise, my love?”, the vampire replied with a shit-eating grin as he carefully helped you stand up. You just rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but to wonder about possible future endeavours.
“You’re ruining me”, you whispered.
“I can only hope so”, Astarion snickered naughtily.
You both quickly helped each other become decent again, fixing up each other’s appearances. Then Astarion cupped your face and gave you a quick kiss: “I love you, you know that, my naughty little succubus?” “Love you too, you kinky little vampire.” You both grinned and snickered, then said vampire grabbed you by the hand and led you down the stairs.
“Now, let’s go or all the champagne will be gone”, he said while you went after him with another giggle.
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Bard x Reader
You walked through lake town with a smile. It was winter and freezing but you didn’t care, you were to happy to care. Sure lake town was a poor place to live but you were happy for reasons even you didn’t know about. You were part elf but not enough that it prolonged your life. You did have healing abilities though. But you swore never to use them even for the greater good.
“Tilda!” You heard a voice call.
You looked over to see a boy staring into a hole where the ice had broke. He was striping off his coat and about to dive in when you beat him to it, diving headfirst into the icy waters.
You saw a body slowly sinking and you reached out, grabbing the girl by the scruff of her coat and swimming back to the surface.
You came back through the hole gasping for air, hauling the girl onto the ice. She was shivering. “Hey look at me, i need you to crawl away from the hole, do you understand, crawl.”
She nodded and crawled to the boy who had called her name.
You pulled yourself out and crawled as well before slowly standing. You placed your hand in your head and moaned.
You looked over to see a tall man with curly shoulder-length black hair wrapping the girl in a coat before the boy lifted her and ran into a house close by.
The man slowly made his way over to you as you trembled. He gently smiled as he guided you off the ice. You trembled and clutched his shirt as he led you into the house that the boy had entered with the girl only moments before.
-.-.-
The next hour was a blur as you warmed yourself in front of the fireplace.
“Thank you for saving me,” the little girl said.
You smiled at her. “It was nothing.”
“No, it was everything,” the man who you knew must be her father said. “I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you,” he said, giving you a warm cup of tea.
“Thank you,” you whispered, taking the cup.
He smiled warmly and you were glad that you weren’t able to blush. He was the most handsome man you’d ever seen.
-.-.-
A month passed and you visited Bard and his family often.
“Y/n!!!” Tilda shouted, knocking on your door early one morning.
You yawned and opened your door. “What is it Tilda?”
Tears were in her eyes. “It’s Da… h-he’s sick.” She whimpered. “Really sick…”
You brought her inside and quickly changed before grabbing your bag of medicines and fallowing her.
She led you to Bard who lay in bed, coughing and taking ragged breaths.
You knelt next to him. “Bard, hey, can you hear me?”
He moaned and nodded.
You placed your hand in the back of his forehead and frowned. “Bain, will you get another blanket? Tilda get a cool cloth please. Sigrid please get your father son tea.” The three children set to work and you whispered for Bard to hold on.
Tilda came to you with a cool cloth and you lay it over Bard’s forehead. “Everything will be ok,” you whispered mostly to yourself.
Bard opened his eyes. “Y-y/n?” He moaned before coughing again.
You gently stroked his cheek with the back of your hand before realizing what you were doing. You pulled away and you watched his lips turn to a frown.
You placed your hand back on his cheek and the frown left, his face relaxing into one of peace. “Y/n…”
You gently shushed him and rubbed your thumb over the stubble on his cheek and he smiled a bit more as he took a ragged breath.
-.-.-
You spent the whole day caring for Bard. His children had all gone to bed and you were sitting on a chair, hovering over Bard as he panted and gasped for breath. His face was pale and sweat was rolling down his face.
You griped Bard’s hand. “Please, come on…don’t die…”
“Bard, bard please, please don’t die. Your children they need you, please, Bard, please…” you let out a sob. “I-I need you…” you whispered. “Bard please.”
His fingers tightened around your hand and he whispered your name. “T-take care of my children, please…”
“Nonononono, bard please, no…”
He panted and squeezed your hand. “Y/n, I’m sorry…”
“No bard please...“ You let out a sob. “Bard please, stay with us…”
He coughed and brought his hand to your face. “Please take care of them for me…”
“No, Bard no, don’t you dare!”
He slowly lowered his hand and you fell to your knees, sobbing into his chest. Your tears soaked his shirt as you begged him to stay alive.
His hand fell upon your head, tangling in your hair. You looked up at him and let out a sob. “Bard I-I love you…”
Bard’s fingers tightened in your hair. “I love you too…”
You slowly lifted your head and placed your hands on his chest, if you were going to break your promise to yourself it would he for him. you closed your eyes as your hands emitted a warm silver light.
Bards breath slowly returned to normal and his eyes opened. “Y/n?”
You fell limp and he sat up, grabbing you. “Y/n?”
You looked up at him. “You’re gonna be…ok…”
Bard clutched your body close and sobbed from shock. “Oh, y/n…” he whispered, pulling you into the bed.
You looked up at him with exhaustion in your eyes. “Please don’t tell anyone…”
He pulled you to his chest and brushed your hair from your eyes. “You saved my life, there must be some way to repay you.”
You let your head fall on his shoulder. “Just let me sleep…”
He gently pulled you into his embrace and you fell asleep nearly instantly but you swore you felt him gently kiss your head.
When you woke you were laying in a bed that wasn’t your own. You sat up and looked around confused. You stretched and stood.
You walked out of the room and into the kitchen. Bard was cooking something and you smiled. “Good morning,” you said.
Bard turned and pulled you into a hug. “Good morning,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead.
You looked at him with a smile. “Good morning, Bard,” you said, kissing his cheek in return.
-.-.-
You sat next to Bard, talking quietly as the two of you ate. The children were still asleep and you thought it would be fair to let them sleep since they were up late helping you take care of Bard.
You took the dishes and went to clean them when you felt two powerful arms wrap around you and then lips press on your neck. You chuckled softly as his lips tickled you. He moved to your cheek, kissing you repeatedly. “Y/n, thank you for everything…”
You turned around to face him and stood on the tips of your toes, pressing your lips against his.
His hands were on your hips and he pulled you closer.
“Da?”
The two of you turned to see Bard’s children standing with wide eyes.
Tilda was the first to react. She ran and threw her arms around you and smiled at her Father. “Is y/n staying with us?”
You smiled at her and Bard bit his lips, looking to his other two children.
Sigrid was the next to walk up and put her arms around you but Bain remained put, jaw dropped.
Bard slowly walked to his son. “Bain… look at m-” he gasped as Bain threw his arms around his father’s middle.
“If your happy I’m happy, she’s a good person…”
You felt tears prick your eyes at his words and walked over to him. “Bain…”
-.-.-
You sat on the sofa with the children, they had all fallen asleep and you were drifting off as well.
That’s when bard came into the house. “Y/n,” he muttered softly.
You slowly stood, trying not to disturb the children.
Bard kissed your cheek. “I’ve something to ask you.”
“What is it?” It had been two weeks since his illness.
The children were suddenly up and standing with their father, huge smiles on their faces.
Bard got on one knee and produced a ring from his pocket. “Will you marry me?”
You gasped and let out a sob before nodding your head. “Yes…”
He placed the ring on your finger before kissing you gently. “I love you…”
You smiled and let your head rest on his shoulder. “I love you too…”
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Based on this.
PART 1
The ceremony is simple but pretty, given the circumstances.
Astarion's "brothers" and "sisters" are there, keeping their heads down while Astarion, Cazador's favorite, says his vows out loud.
By Wyll's side is also Mizora, one of his advisors, and the one who suggested that Wyll should marry, and soon, and with one of Cazador's "sons".
Astarion doesn't know why Cazador accepted to marry him with the young Ravengard, but he's not to complain. This is his ticket to freedom, after all.
And, ok, Astarion has eyes. Wyll is handsome, tall and proud, his chin up while he waits for Astarion to walk the aisle. His hair beautifully braided, his chocolate eyes bright under the dim light of the church. His dark skin looks soft. Astarion wishes he could see Wyll's neck, but his collar hides it.
Astarion sighs.
None of that matters now, not when he's so close to be free.
Astarion has to leave his "family" behind, and Wyll is only a pawn in this game.
Astarion reaches where Wyll is, and smiles shyly. He knows this role, he knows this play he's in.
"Hello, fiancée," Astarion whispers, looking at Wyll through his lashes. He knows the effect he has in men, and women, and those in between. Wyll is no different.
"H-hello, Astarion," the young man stutters briefly. "You look- You are beautiful."
Yeah, I guess, Astarion thinks to himself. He can't be sure of that, though, he can only imagine. His outfit for today is beautiful, though, he still can't believe Cazador allowed him to wear something this pretty.
"Why, thank you, my soon-to-be husband," Astarion giggles, Wyll smile at him. "I'm happy my father gave me to such a handsome man, you really look like the hero I've been told you are."
Astarion can see Wyll's ego growing inside, his lovely smile widens, his cheeks blush prettily.
"I think I'm the lucky one," Wyll whispers back, his eyes studying Astarion's face.
Oh, honey, the pale elf thinks. You don't know how wrong you are.
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“A good likeness. Though I prefer the real thing.”
Astarion & M!Tav
Words: 872
Summary: Post ending with Spawn Astarion. Based on this event in the Free the Artist quest where Astarion gets his portrait painted by Oskar Fevras.
CW: None, mostly sweet stuff.
Astarion follows the line that shapes a perfectly handsome jaw, chin tilted down just so with lips pursed suggesting a self-satisfied smile. It’s a masterpiece of his own making. Well, with some encouragement.
“One of us deserves to decorate the High Hall and the most beautiful of us are at Elfsong.”
“Darling, you are so very funny. They won’t get anything done with this stunning face watching over them.”
His words purred with confidence then, to quell his misgivings. A part of him feared being a stranger to what the world saw. What his companions saw. Still, he sat for the portrait and he maintained his posture like a consummate professional. When the artist unveiled his finished work, it left Astarion speechless, incapable of performative vanity. His partner on the other hand:
“A good likeness. Though I prefer the real thing.”
His love knew well to downplay the artwork, the effect it had on Astarion, and move on. After all, they had a Netherbrain to defeat and saving Oskar Fevras was such a fucking ordeal, he was glad for it to be over.
The pale elf focuses on red eyes shaded with such depth they feel alive. It is a good likeness, he can agree, and really every time he sees the portrait he’s further convinced of its stunning accuracy. It hangs in the reading room of their home, adjacent to the bedroom where they don’t keep mirrors. His love manages by catching his reflection in polished steel or shop windows. He doesn’t mind at all. Astarion’s heightened senses catch footsteps ascending followed by the click of pins in a set of locks he installed personally.
“I’m in the reading room,” Astarion calls out.
“Hello to you too,” Angelus calls back, “I have the lavender you asked for.”
“You are perfect,” the pale elf sighs, having perfected the art of the theatrical.
He stretches on their pillowed daybed, causing a low rumble to erupt from his lap. The cat hops to the open window facing a dusk sky and gives Astarion a condemning look before disappearing. “You’ll be back,” he says to the feline’s exit.
“Was it the gray one or the black one,” Angelus asks as he enters the room, catching only the tail end of the cat’s departure. He is carrying several stems of lavender.
“Not the gray one you’re thinking of.” Astarion stands to inspect the stems. They’re fresh and every bud is intact. “These will do nicely. Thank you, my sweet.”
He takes them and places the stems on the ledge just below the painting.
“Is that what it’s for?” Had the half-elf known he would have acquired two dozen pink and white ranunculus for Astarion. Yet he also recalls what Astarion has said about flowers before, something something overrated and they never make good poisons. What a contradiction.
“For now.” Astarion turns to him, arms spread and gesturing over the flowers. “I think it looks rather nice. Aesthetic and fragrant.”
This isn’t why he wanted the lavender, but it is funny.
His love tracks the journey from Astarion’s fingertips to the center of his chest. His muscularity is evident under the drape of his shirt, the pale elf selects fabric with purpose. From the center he draws his gaze upwards over fair skinned clavicle to his neck and its two subtle points of interest. The artist didn’t catch those details as Astarion had worn a high collar that day.
His eyes follow the lines that frame up a perfectly handsome face under thick moon white curls. His partner fixates on the pale elf’s mouth pulled into a satisfied smile.
“I think you look nice,” Angelus says casually, disarming Astarion with simple words. It leaves Astarion wanting more.
“Dear, don’t tell me. Show me.”
Astarion curls his fingers, beckoning his love to indulge him, and his love delivers with bridled passion. Angelus’ hands are on the other’s body, grip firm to pull them together. Their lips press in a solid kiss that seems to last an eternity. Curiously dark eyelashes drop as he embraces the gesture.
You are so beautiful.
Astarion imagines what they must look like, kissing under the very painting that informs his vision. He imagines the tilt of their chins when their mouths meet sweetly, their tongues exposed when they fuck ravenously, their expressions when the sun goes down and they’re still curled up in bed. It feels good, it feels good to have a face, to be seen. Not just by his love or by the world but by the one who should matter most.
I am so beautiful.
Finally they part but Astarion’s hand lingers on his partner’s face, cupping his cheek. He will never stop wanting this and this could never stop bringing him joy. His palm straightens to pat the other’s jaw.
“We should discuss our next contract over wine. There’s a lucrative opportunity headed towards Athkatla.”
“We’ll have to capture it before it sails away.”
As they leave the room Astarion glances at his portrait once more. The placement of flowers could suggest a grave but there’s nothing dead and buried here. He decides it’s more like a modest altar to his beauty in body, mind, and soul. Astarion smiles.
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Conversations with a vampire
Part 2/10
Summary: A story told through a series of conversations between Astarion and child Tav, tracing the slow and steady progress of trust and friendship.
Humor/Friendship/Angst
Rating: Teen. Mild language, mentions of abuse in later chapters, some violence.
Setting: Set before the events of the game.
Astarion was standing outside the Flophouse with a goblet of wine. The pale elf sipped it slowly as he considered his next move. There was a murder two streets away and hence more patrols about than usual. How irksome. He sighed and gulped down more of the wine. It was disgusting, of course, but one had to look the part. It would be unwise to attract too much attention. This way he looked just like every other citizen out for a bit of fun, albeit more handsome, of course.
“I get it, you are a prostitute.”
Astarion almost spat his drink out. It was that child. He hasn’t seen her in a while and hoped that he would not have to honour the ridiculous agreement to chat. Apparently, he was not allowed even small mercies.
“I beg your pardon?” he managed through coughs, not really sure what she meant by her comment.
“I didn’t mean to offend you,” she said earnestly. “It just makes sense why you come and go with so many different people. There is no shame in that. Some of the best people I know are prostitutes.”
Astarion sighed, rubbing his temples as he felt the first pangs of a headache, because apparently spawn could get those in special circumstances such as when they were chatting. Now he really wasn’t sure if she was trying to annoy him or being sincere.
“Go away,” he growled, turning to face the other way.
“I don’t think so,” she circled him quickly, so she was standing in front of the surly male. “We have a deal.”
“And this prostitute has to work, so do excuse me if I want to pursue a more fruitful course of action than talking to you.”
“Wait,” she grabbed his sleeve. “Just a warning, there are three Fists rounding the corner as we speak. Probably should stay out of sight for a bit.”
“Thank you for the warning,” he said in clipped tones, yanking his arm free, “not that it was welcome or needed.”
“Oh sure, because you do not look suspicious at all,” Tav countered, sauntering down the street in a way that was supposed to imitate him, apparently.
“I do not look like that!”
“Sure ya do!” She pocked her tongue out.
“Argh, so immature. So uncouth. Didn’t your parents teach you some manners?”
“Nope.”
Today she was dressed in another set of fine clothes. A short pink and gold silk vest with embroidered moon and constellations over a long tunic that brushed against her ankles with dainty, delicate shoes to match. It looked imported and expensive. Her hair was once again up, this time in two tight braids and secured with gold ribbons. Such ostentatious finery. And on a child, no less! He scowled.
“Don’t you have something better to do?”
“Nope, bothering you is the only thing I planned for tonight. Check out what I bought earlier,” she said excitedly, rummaging through her bag.
Suddenly, she was gone. Invisible.
Then Tav appeared again, giggling like a maniac.
“Isn’t it fun?”
Just how much money to burn did she have?
Tav looked at him intently, blinked owlishly and shrugged.
“Sorry, heard your thoughts. Drank a potion earlier. And to answer your question, about this much a tenday, give or take,” she got a pencil and paper out of her bag, scribbling a sum in inelegant lines.
Astarion’s eyes widened.
“Well, I suppose it should be enough to survive on. I mean, Waterdeep does.”
His mood was already rather sour, and seeing someone talk about wealth so casually did nothing to improve it.
“Away with you,” Astarion shooed her away, pushing past Tav and downing the rest of the wine before going back into the tavern.
The bothersome and peculiar creature did not seem bothered by his dismissal. She grinned impishly and waved at his retreating back.
“Aww… well, see ya round!”
Tav waited for a few beats and then put her new purchase to good use by blending into the night, invisible and silent. Well, if Astarion did not want her to come along, she would respect his wishes. But he said nothing about not following the Fists, who were currently detaining anyone wanting to cross the bridge. And, as the elf always disappeared in the direction of the Lower City, he was bound to run into the guards at some point.
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“Shit,” Astarion swore under his breath. He was carrying his victim, the man drunk and completely out of it, when three Firsts zeroed in on him.
“You there, what do you think you are doing?” they approached, their voices hostile, the tone brooking no argument.
Dancing lights illuminated his face and the face of his would be one night stand. Luckily for Astarion, he did not actually have to do much to get the human this plastered. He was a lightweight and was out after a few drinks, so Astarion did not have to perform to get the male to follow him. All Astarion had to do was drag this sorry carcass to Szarr palace and be done for the night.
“Hey, Astarion! Wait for me!?” he heard a familiar voice pierce the night.
Shit. It was Tav, of course. Who else?
“Do you know this elf?” one of the Fists looked in confusion at the richly dressed child who materialized seemingly out of thin air.
“Sure! He’s my older brother.”
It wasn’t the most creative lie, but it was plausible. With her being a half-elf, any differences in their looks could account for them being half siblings.
“Aww, did your friend have a little too much to drink? Not to wo worry, my brother will take good care of him,” she said confidently.
“Still, the orders are to bring anyone suspicious back for questioning,” the guard’s brows furrowed in distrust. “Come along now, elf. And bring the drunk with you. We will take the child home ourselves.”
“Wait! How about if I give you this?” Tav quickly plunged her hand into her bag and produced a lovely velvet purse, coins clinking merrily within.
“I believe this belongs to you now,” she tossed the money into the awaiting hands of the female guard.
The Fist peeped inside, and her eyes widened. With a nod, she motioned for other two to follow her, leaving Astarion confused as to their immediate departure.
“How much did you give them?”
“Dunno, didn’t check,” she shrugged. “There goes my spending money. Won’t be getting anymore for another three days.”
“Why did you do that?” Astarion sneered.
“Huh?”
“I didn’t ask for your help. I don’t need your pity,” he hissed, eyes narrowing to ruby slits.
“It’s not pity. If they take you to prison, who am I supposed to hang out with? Anyway, here’s your potion,” seeing as he was about to say something else, she set it on the ground quickly and ran off. “I have to go… See you round sometime!” With that Tav pivoted on her heel and disappeared.
“How juvenile,” Astarion rolled his eyes at her childish antics, but there was a ghost of a smile on his lips.
The man in his arms stirred, mumbling something incoherent before quietening down. Astarion sighed and pressed on towards Szarr Palace.
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Made For You- Chapter 1
Full Story Summary: Tav is a High Elf, Life Cleric of Corellon Larethian, from Baldur’s Gate, who was kidnapped by a mindflayer ship. Now she must save herself along with the other infected she meets along the way, one of which she feels an inexplicable tie to. What does Corellon have planned for her? What is the connection she feels with Astarion mean? Does he too feel this bond? Will she be able to save them all?
Chapter Summary: Tav awakes upon a ravaged beach and finds her way towards a handsome elf.
Ratings: Eventually, full story - E - Explicit(only suitable for adults) Chapter 1 - T - Teen and Up
Warnings: Chapter 1: Canon BG3 Typical Violence, Act I Spoilers Full Story: Violence, Abuse, PTSD, Nightmares, Astarion’s Backstory, Cazador, Terrible Parenting, Force Marriage, Assault, Sexual Assault, Domestic Violence, Sex, Eventual Smut, BG3 Spoilers, Probably More (Will Update With Each Chapter)
Word Count: 932
A/N: This is my retelling/head canon of how my original play through went with my Tav, Tav. Tav is a High Elf, Life Cleric of Corellon Larethian. Her backstory will remain a bit of a mystery for plot reasons but will eventually be revealed. She romanced Astarion. For posting schedule, I’m just going to try and post when chapters are ready. I already have the first two chapters done, so I will post them about a week apart. This is the first fan fiction I’ve ever written, so please be kind. Please let me know what you think in the comments. Thank you, bless.
The Pale Elf
The elf was the most beautiful man Tav had ever seen. Granted, she had not seen many, but his very essence seemed to reflect the sun that shined on him. He was simply radiant, and her heart skipped as she slowly made her way towards him as if guided by the divine. Nothing could stop her from approaching him, not her decorum, or teachings, and certainly not the half-elf who seemed to be wary of anyone who wasn’t them.
“Hurry, I’ve got one of those brain things cornered.” The elf gestured with his head towards a brush he was standing next to.“There, in the grass. You can kill it, can't you? Like you killed the others.”
Tav took a step forward. The elf drew closer. She just nodded, not trusting her voice around the man. “There, can you see it?” She put her hand on the pummel of her short sword and tried to peer around the bush to find the intellect devourer.
A mad dash of a wild boar who was hiding in the grass. Tav jump a little, put her hand on her chest, and let out the breath she had been holding only for it to be taken away when she felt the cold steel of a blade at her throat. She tried to run, but was swept from her feet to the ground by the elf.
“Shh. Not a sound. Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.” He looked up to where Shadowheart was standing. “And you - keep your distance. No need for this to get messy.”
“I need her alive - stow that blade or I'll show you just how messy things can get.”
Tav’s heart started pounding even harder in her chest. She didn’t particularly trust Shadowheart not to make the situation worse.
“Promises, promises. But I have other business, I'm afraid.” He turned his head back to Tav. “Now, I saw you on the ship, didn't I? Nod.” He said as one might to a child or someone they felt was intellectually inferior. Tav, terrified of doing anything that would cause the man to slit her throat, obediently nodded. “Splendid. And now you’re going to tell me exactly what you and those tentacled freaks did to me.”
“You’ve got it all wrong-” she started, finally finding her voice, but was cut off by the man.
“Don't lie to mel I-agh.” A shooting pain took over Tav’s mind. She felt the worm wriggling inside her brain connecting to the one inside the elf.
She was in a dark alley, late at night, peering at people who were talking, laughing, drinking outside what appeared to be a tavern, and was overwhelmed by a feeling of hunger.
As soon as it came, the vision and the pain inside her mind was gone. She was back on the beach in the man’s arms. “What was that? What's going on?”
“It's the mind flayer's worm - it connected us.”
He slowly released her, and she rolled away in order to stand and face him. “You're not one of them. They took you, just the same as me.”
Tav nodded and pleaded with her eyes for him to believe her. “And to think I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards. Apologies.” He stood up straight, put the dagger away, and then flashed her a charming smile.
How was she supposed to react to that? One minute he is threatening her life, the next he acts as if it can happen to anyone. Luckily she didn’t have to respond, he continued the conversation himself.
“Please, allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Astarion. I was in Baldur's Gate, when those beasts snatched me.”
“I’m Tav, and this is Shadowheart,” she gestured to the half-elf beside her, “we were both on the ship when it crashed. Well, actually, we were kind of the ones who made it crash.” She said with a small smile.
“My, my, you've been busy.” He put both of his arms on his lower back and leaned slightly towards her like he was wanting to hear some sordid gossip. “So do you know anything about these worms?”
“Yes. Unfortunately, they'll turn us into mind flayers.”
His arms and face fell. His eyes got as wide a saucers with what appeared to be both fear and sadness. “Turn us into - ha. Hahaha!” Astarion looked away and started cackling as if Tav had told him a funny joke. “Of course it’ll turn me into a monster. What else did I expect?” He said more to himself then them. “Although it hasn't happened yet.” He turned to Tav. “. If we can find an expert - someone that can control these things - there might still be time.”
“Control it? We need to get rid of it.”
“Well yes, of course. But first things first.”
Something pulled inside of Tav’s stomach. It felt as if someone or something was tying a string from her to Astarion. Tav had never felt anything like it, but knew she must listen to it. “You should travel with me. Our odds are better together. We’re going to look for a healer.”
“You know, I was ready to go this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd isn't such a bad idea. And you seem like a useful person to know. All right, I accept. Lead on.” He said with a little bow.
Tav turned to Shadowheart who gave her an incredulous look. Tav just shook her head and shrugged as if to say, “Even I don’t know.”
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Salvation (Kar'niss/Tav)
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine
In Kar'niss' dreams, Tav exalted above the Chosen Three: the handsome man, the pale woman, and the older half-elf. Yet it was Tav that shined. She sat on a silver throne, Her Majesty's light glowing from the inside out. Her eyes shined with sovereignty and splendor.
And Kar'niss trembled before her. She smiled compassionately upon him. "For your faithfulness...I reward you. My most dedicated, honorable disciple." His body morphed as his heart raced in his chest. His abdomen shrunk. His legs disappeared, and his pedipalps withered away. His extra eyes disappeared, and his eyelids closed.
His claws faded away into nails and elegant fingers. His exoskeleton lifted from his body. The pain in his spine, the constant pulling on his body. It all vanished. He was nude and reborn in the light of the Absolute. The voices left, and all that remained was Her Majesty.
"Serve me, my pet. And you will remain whole and pure." Her Majesty spoke through Tav's body.
Kar'niss placed one foot in front of the other, astonished as his body walked towards Tav. Lolth never gave, never thanked, never praised. Years of worship for nothing. But Her Majesty shined upon him. The Original Three disappeared from his dream, and he fell to his knees before Tav. Oh, how wonderful it felt to kneel properly before his Queen.
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Kar'niss awoke from his trance, the memory of his dream slipping away. He whined, biting his lower lip with his sharp teeth. He pressed his head against the stone wall of his cavern, favoring the side with no eyes. He ran his fingers along the smooth interior of his hiding place. "Not fingers...claws...Beastly things..."
Kar'niss watched from the shadows as the Pale Elf, and Tav laughed and touched each other's shoulders. Jealousy rumbled in his stomach, and indignation on behalf of his Mistress, his prophet.
Her Majesty's voice left him. Only the familiar voices of tormentors echoed in his mind. The repetition of "monster," "freak," and "abomination" drummed like a Neideirra. Fast, unrelenting, exhausting. But then he would twirl his braid in between his clawed fingers. He would touch the locket gifted to him.
Tav's kind smile. Her fingers were on his skin, with no hint of revulsion and fear in her eyes.
Kar'niss itched with trepidation and longing. Tav denied his request to follow her on whatever mission she busied herself with. But she took the elf instead, along with the tiefling barbarian and githyanki warrior. Kar'niss gained enough strength to stalk around the camp. The devil-mutated human, scowling half-elf cleric, the weak-willed human wizard avoided him. That suited Kar'niss well.
The Wood Elf druid did not retreat back to the comfort of his tent. Once he spied the drider, he approached him with a hint of fear. He introduced himself as Halsin. The man cut an imposing, tall figure. When Kar'niss was a drow, the man would have towered over him. Halsin began to speak kind, cautious words as though he were dealing with a frightened animal. But luckily, the conversation was short. Halsin wanted to relay that he was an ally as well. As though Kar'niss needed anyone other than Tav and Her Majesty.
Kar'niss skittered away from the druid and climbed up one of the trees overlooking the camp. He would secure the base if Tav would not bring him with her. He moved along the canopy, reinforcing the insecure spots with webbing. As he worked, he could hear the whispers echoing in his mind. These were new voices. They must be from the tents below.
"I just don't trust him."
"Well, how can you? He will not speak to anyone except Tav."
"You saw how Halsin attempted to tame that beast?"
"He's worse than an animal."
"Have you ever seen one of those before?"
"Not that close."
"Between Astarion and the drider, Tav will get herself killed trying to protect monsters."
Kar'niss didn't hear any devotions from the heathens. He did not hear a word regarding Her Majesty. Did they pray and sing if Tav's eyes were on them? Was their devotion false? But he could feel Her Majesty's touch on each of them except Halsin.
Kar'niss whispered to Her Majesty even though she no longer spoke to him. "If their faith is untrue, I shall bring them to your light. If their belief is true, I apologize for my false accusation." Kar'niss knew he was ignorant and foolish. He could be misinterpreting Tav's companions' intentions.
Except for the Pale Elf. Astarion was trouble.
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Tav never uttered a word when she was harmed in battle.
Tav remembered when pox infected their village.
Tears in her eyes. "Mama...Mama..." But there was no one to soothe a fever. And Tav was not the only one sick. Exhausted, bones aching, and mucus caught in her throat, Tav washed the bile off the babies. She rocked the toddlers to sleep. And cleaned the washcloths, nappies, sick bowls, and chamberpots. And scrubbed the floor where the younger ones could not hold their bladder.
There was no one to light the candles on her cake. There was no one to nurse her when she was sick.
Tav hid her limp well. It was her own mistake that caused her ankle to twist. She was looting the cemetery outside of the House of Healing and miscalculated the dip of the land. Her boot caught in a hole, and the rest was history. It was a juvenile mistake.
"Hurry up, Tav. You'll be left behind," Astarion joked playfully, falling back from Karlach and Lae'zel.
Tav forced a smile, but even she could tell it was more of a grimace.
Once Tav returned to the camp with her team, she ignored the throb in her joint. It was another ache and discomfort she would endure. They all had been living a hard life throughout their journey. Undoubtedly, everyone else struggled just as much or even more than her.
Halsin approached her as soon as he saw her. "I talked to Kar'niss," He announced, his eyes moving to the trees near the camp.
"Did he speak back?" Tav quipped in response, attempting to distract herself from the pain.
Halsin hummed in amusement before shaking his head, "Nay. He didn't seem interested in me. He's used to being alone. No doubt he finds minimal benefit for me."
Tav's eyes followed Halsin's fixed intent look, and she could see the outline of long drider legs behind the tree. Kar'niss was regaining his strength. "He'll come around." She smiled at Halsin reassuringly. "He just needs some patience."
The minor sprain was forgotten. Tav ended her conversation with Halsin before approaching the edge of the camp where Kar'niss hid.
"Mistress has returned," Kar'niss murmured, his deep voice coupled with a purr.
Tav couldn't help but flush at the tone. She checked over him. The braid had kept its shape. With his hair out of his face and eyes, Kar'niss could display his prominent cheekbones and the ridges on his skin. Before she could respond, Kar'niss suddenly frowned. He bent down and looked at her from the top of her head to the bottom of her boots. He then mewled softly.
"Mistress is hurt."
Tav couldn't believe Kar'niss could spy a sprained ankle within seconds of seeing her. Was she that obvious? Tav looked down at her feet and saw instantly that she was placing more weight on her healthy foot. Tav chuckled mirthlessly. She was no master of illusions.
"I wouldn't say hurt. It's just a sprain. I just need to rest-"
"You will not rest," Kar'niss interrupted candidly. His worry morphed into annoyance, "You will flitter and forage and feed and fetch." He darted away from Tav and looked above her to the camp. He scowled, "While he flirts." Before Tav could say anything (specifically, to question what he meant by 'while he flirts'), Kar'niss proclaimed. "Mistress is tasked to lead, not follow. If you stay at camp, you will serve," He said the last word as though it was a curse.
"You must rest in my cave. None shall follow you there," Kar'niss directed. He pursed his lips before he bent his legs, lowering his body so that it was closer to the forest floor. "Mistress will ride me."
Tav couldn't deny the curiosity of riding a drider. But she never thought Kar'niss would let her do so. She hesitated, "Kar'niss, I couldn't ask this of you. If you insist, I will walk to your cave."
"You do not ask. I offer, Mistress," Kar'niss corrected.
"But you're still healing. Just days ago, your legs were broken." Tav protested, only for Kar'niss to chitter nervously.
Kar'niss was looking at her as though she was about to strike him. Once Tav made eye contact with him, Kar'niss whimpered and averted his gaze. "My apologies, Mistress. I presumed and...and I interrupted!" He shouted the last word. Shock flashed through his face before he seemingly sank his body even more. He curled his legs under his abdomen and dropped his head as well.
"Kar'niss...what are you doing?" Tav questioned, feeling her heart rapidly beat in her chest. To watch Kar'niss prostrate himself made her stomach twist uncomfortably.
Kar'niss didn't speak at first. She could only watch as he bit his lip, worrying the piece of flesh until blood began to trickle down his chin. His shoulders slumped as he shrunk into himself.
***
Ilhar plans to match him. A matron from House Mizzrym expressed interest in him. She grew bored of her patron and sacrificed him after he gave her another son. But Ilhar doesn't care for the matron, so she is debating whether to spite the female by denying the courtship. Kar'niss seeks to make his own path and takes the test of Lolth.
Decades later, when Kar'niss drinks the blood of a lone scout and scatters into his web, he wonders if he should have remained a pawn between two antagonistic matrons.
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Sylas: *soaked to the bone, carrying Taliesin across the shallow water of the cave after getting air back in the high elfs lungs* I didn’t realise that little stream would turn into a barreling spider infested rapid over the last few hundred years. *huffs before looking down at his beloved* hey, stay with me now.
Taliesin: *nearly drowned after the group got swept up through the rapids. Long dark hair wet and wavy after being tossed and twirled from his usual neat ponytail* mm… *rests his head against his chest and sighs* thank you for saving me…
Sylas: *gently sits him down on dry land* shhh, id die myself before I let you go. *sets his pack beside him and pulls a dry blanket from it* let’s rest here. The entrance to the chantry is just ahead. I’ll see if the way is op-
???: Hello?… who goes there?
Lucien: I- someone else is here?
Kaidan: another vampire?
Inigo: no I’d smell it if it was- they smell like-
Serana: Sylas?… friend?…
Sylas: *face visibly paling with a look of dread and posture tight* …
Taliesin: my love?… *reaches up and strokes his cheek*
Sylas: *shakily places his hand to his and squeezes it before turning slowly to face where auriels light shines through the darkness of the cave* … *steps forward and sheepishly sets foot into its rays, his back to the group, and face to the voice* g-Gelebor?…
???: Cygnet?… is that you?… *slowly steps into view revealing themselves to be another, older snow elf*
Sylas: *feeling like he can’t breathe, like his heart froze in his chest and his lungs shrivelled to ash. His eyes firmly locked on the knight Paladin he’d always secretly known was his real father, unable to speak, to answer, just frozen in a conflicted stance between wanting to cry with joy for seeing him, or weep in shame of the Mer he’d grown up to be* its…
Gelebor: *steps closer, eyes growing softer as the realisation dawns on him of who he’s talking to, and tears welling up within them as the memory of a small little elven boy floods his mind* Its you…
Sylas: *tries to speak proud with his chest like Gelebor always taught him to but can only manage a broken fragile sob* c-can I call you dad now?…
Gelebor: Son- *steps forward and pulls him into a tight warm hug* my boy, my little Cygnet.
*a few hours later*
Sylas: *laying in one of the now cleaned guest rooms after defeating his uncle* …
Taliesin: *sits beside him on the bed and smiles warmly down at him* you have a father now huh?…
Sylas: *nods, smiling up at him with a tired smirk* he likes you… he’s glad I found you.
Taliesin: well that makes two of us~ *leans down kissing his lips as he joins him amongst the furs* soooo, when we’re you going to tell me your real name was Cygnet~? My big handsome swan~
Sylas: *rolls his eyes* when are you going to tell me your real name~?
Taliesin: When sanguine achieves a month of sobriety if you keep asking~
#sylas dragonborn#falmer dragonborn#skyrim taliesin#Kaidan skyrim#inigo skyrim#gelebor skyrim#Lucien skyrim#serana skyrim
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A Girl from another world: the Hobbit x teen Genshin Impact reader part 2.
Reader Chan, Paimon, Mochi and the company are in Rivendell. The elves fall in love with the young mage since it's been so long since they've seen a child. Later after leaving Rivendell Reader Chan ends up in Goblin town then faces the pale orc for the first time.
Your POV:
It's been a few days maybe even months since the meeting in Bag end and boy have me, Paimon, Bilbo and Mochi gotten on Thorin's bad side.
By the archons that dwarf was hard to please and his pride wasn't helping ether but when Balin told us the story of Thorin losing his father, Grandfather and brother after Smaug took over Erebor I started understanding him, I mean I was separated from my siblings after all.
But he is still hard to please "He didn't even thanked Bilbo after he rescued us from the trolls." Mochi said sitting on my shoulder as we stared at the Troll statues with Paimon agreeing “Paimon agrees, he reminds Paimon of Diluc when we first met him.” Paimon whispered.
No one's POV:
Gandalf is leading you, Paimon, Mochi, Bilbo and the dwarves through a tunnel from creatures called the wargs.
As all of you ran out of the tunnel you are in complete awe of the scenery before you.
A gorgeous valley with waterfalls and a city with woodland surrounding it "welcome to Imladris." Mochi said "You speak the truth Mochi this vally is the last homely home of the elves it is known by many names but in the common tongue it is known as." spoke Gandalf "Rivendell." Bilbo said in awe but he didn't show it "This was your plan along! To seek-" You didn't hear what Thorin said you were to enhanced by Rivendell's beauty “This place reminds Paimon of Sangonomiya shrine, Right Y/N?” Paimon asked making you nod "If only Lumine and Aether could see this." You said to yourself "See our Hobbit, young mage, fairy and fox aren't making a fuss about it." You heard Gandalf say with a smirk.
You all walk down to the city and you found it more enchanting up close "Wow it's so gorgeous here." Paimon said in awe making you nod and Gandalf chuckle 'Elrond and the other elves are going to adore them.' Gandalf thinks to himself as you get closer to the city.
Your POV:
We finally made it to the city it was so gorgeous up close.
As we walked we see a very handsome man with pointy ears walk down the stairs to greet us "ohh that's an elf." Mochi said happily to you and Paimon.
Gandalf greeted the elf in a strange language "Ahh Lindir." He said to the elf I now know as Lindir.
I was so enhanced with the beauty of Rivendell I was pulled out of my trance by the company as they formed a protective circle around me, Paimon, Bilbo and Mochi I see a bunch of horses circling us with elves on them.
When they stopped one of them greeted Gandalf in the strange language and hugged him.
They continued speaking in the strange language until Gandalf introduced the company but Thorin being prideful and grudge holding had to be rude "OHH DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO RUDE?" Mochi asked making the elves eyes widen and you and Paimon to blush "Did that fox just talked?" Lindir asked in terror.
Inside Rivendell:
Your being lead to a room to bathe for the first time in months which was relieving for you, Paimon and Mochi since you haven't had a bath since leaving the Shire.
After Bathing yourself, Paimon and Mochi you get dressed in a F/C tunic, black leggings and boots that were laid out for you along with fresh undergarments with Paimon wearing a small white tunic, black leggings and booties.
After getting dressed you, Paimon and Mochi went to the dinning hall with help from Lindir whom you've instantly become friends with after making small talk on the way.
At the dinning hall you can only chuckle in embarrassment from the food fight the dwarves are having while hearing Thorin, Elrond and Gandalf talk! Mochi is sitting next to you on the floor while eating some salmon and Paimon is floating next to you eating soup.
Elrond was telling Gandalf and Thorin the names of their swords while you ate your salad “What about you Miss Y/N what is your weapon?” Elrond asked making you smile and summon your catalyst then use the five elements you know making the whole room gawk in awe.
The next day you, Paimon, Bilbo, Mochi and the dwarves left Rivendell early so the elves and Gandalf won't stop you "Gandalf is gonna pulverize us when he finds out we left without him." Mochi said fearfully “You said it Mochi, Paimon is scared that he’ll turn us into ash.” Paimon said fearfully as well.
In the misty mountains after the battle of the stone giants you, Paimon, Bilbo and Mochi had officially made Thorin hate you even more.
After Thorin said so many hurtful things non of you couldn't take it anymore and decided to just give up on the quest.
You, Paimon, Bilbo and Mochi decided to go back to Rivendell and head back to the Shire in a few days after recovering and getting supplies for the sake of your sanities, however Bofur stopped you before you and Bilbo could head back to Rivendell (with Mochi on your shoulder and Paimon floating besides you) and talked to you two and told you to give Thorin a bit more time.
You admitted you gave up to quickly and you knew that Lumine and Aether would be disappointed because you never gave up when you three traveled to other worlds. As your in you're thoughts you saw the sand moving and before you knew it you, Paimon, Mochi, Bilbo and the dwarves are sliding down and slide in front of goblins who began dragging all of you to a huge and disgusting looking goblin that was singing a very disturbing song "Well look what we have here boys." The giant goblin said walking towards you "Thirteen dwarves, a halfling, a human girl and her pets." He said looking at you and the others until he spotted Thorin "Well if it isn't Thorin Okanshield. Son of Thrain, son of Thror. King of the Lonely mountain oh wait I forgot you don't have a mountain so that makes you... nobody." The giant creature said as he advanced towards you and the dwarves then he started speaking of the pale Orc Azog "I thought he died of his wound." You whispered in fear "You really think his defiling days are over? stupid girl." He said making you angry that he called you stupid "RAGING THUNDER." You said using electro shocking the goblin “THATS NO HUMAN, SHES A WITCH.” He said angrily making you, Bilbo and the dwarves start fighting them but in the battle you lost Bilbo and to make matters worst you were outnumbered and the Goblin king wants to start torturing the company starting with the youngest you.
But luckily Gandalf came right on time and rescued all of you from the torture that you were about to suffer from.
Outside of Goblin town Gandalf did a head Count "Y/N, Paimon and Mochi that's 15. Wait where's Bilbo, where is our hobbit?" Before you or Mochi could speak Thorin beat you two too it "I'll tell you where he is. He went back to his warm bed and hearth." You had enough of Thorin's stubbornness and got ready to retort when a familiar voice broke the upcoming argument.
You were relieved to see Bilbo alright but something wasn't right you couldn't put your finger on it but you felt a dark energy and you weren't sure what it was.
And you didn't want to know because right now you and the others are being chased by orcs and wargs into a forest.
You fearfully used Dendro to make vines that will restrain the wargs and orcs "LIFE." You said as the vines grew from the ground and wrapped around the monsters.
You and the others are fighting off orcs and wargs by throwing flaming pinecones at them and you using your catalyst but there was so many of them and to rub salt on the womb the pale orc, Azog was there and Thorin went to take him out but the orc was to strong, you saw Bilbo tackle the orc down and you ran to help "EARTHQUAKE." You said making an earthquake but you soon felt something pick you up, to yours, Paimon’s and Mochi's surprise you saw eagles swooping down and grabbing the other members of the company.
After flying you all finally land so Gandalf can heal Thorin "The Hobbit, mage, fairy and fox where are they?" He asked "They are right here." Gandalf said gesturing to you, Paimon and Bilbo while Mochi sat on your shoulder "You." He said waking towards you four "what were you doing? You've could have gotten yourselves killed." He said coming closer "Did I not say you would be a burden, that you will not survive in the wild?!" he said standing in front of you and Bilbo "That you have no place among us?" You can feel Mochi's fur fizzing up in terror and Paimon hiding behind you "Here we go." Mochi whispered in your ear as you’re prepared for being told off "I have never been so wrong in all my life." He whispered and hugged you, Paimon and Bilbo making Mochi's jaw drop "I'm sorry I've doubted you." He said "I would have doubted me to." Bilbo said "Me to." You said "Mochi three." Mochi said “Paimon fourth.” Paimon said bouncing in the air until the sound of Ravens cawing was heard.
Looking ahead you can see a mountain in the distance "Is that?" You asked "Erebor the great dwarven kingdom." Mochi said in awe "you are a wise fox Mochi." Gandalf said pleased "We are almost home." Kili said happily making you smile as well “It’s even prettier in person.” Paimon said excitedly.
#platonic#the hobbit#middle earth#genshin impact#the company of thorin oakenshield#x teen!reader#teyvat#catalyst reader#crossover#paimon
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Trick or Treat - Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader
Day 9 of 31
Summary: First off I did not mean to post Eddie 2 days in a row. This just kind of happened. Your younger brother Dustin needs you to dress up and go with him and the party trick or treating.
Warnings: Fluff... that's it I think.
WC: 750
October Masterlist
It was Halloween and you had no plans at all, other than to entertain yourself with scary movies while your younger brother, Dustin, went out Trick or Treating with his friends.
You were currently planted on the couch, popcorn next to you and remote in hand when your front door slammed open.
"Y/N! You have to help me!" Dustin yelled, charging into the room with wide eyes.
You jumped up immediately, running to lock the door. "What? What happened?" You shouted back, peeking out of the windows in search of alien monsters. Had there been any, it wouldn't have been the first time.
"I need you to be an Elf Princess because Eddie is going to be a Knight and you can't have a Knight without a Princess and you have the ears from the campaign we did a while back and please go with us!" He begged, dropping down to his knees, hands folded together as he plead his case.
Your shoulders relaxed with a sigh. "Jesus Christ, Dustin. I thought the gate was open, again!" You turned to face him, back resting against the wall for a moment before sliding down.
"What? No? That doesn't matter! Will you do this for me?" He asked, walking on his knees closer to you.
You glared at him and nodded. "Yeah, but only because I still have the one homecoming dress that fits." You said, pushing yourself to stand.
"You're seriously the best sister ever! Nancy said no!" He called after you.
"I was your second choice?" Your brows furrowed, stopping at your door.
Dustin shook his head quickly. "No! No, Mike's house was just closer." He assured you, making you roll your eyes before getting ready.
You donned neutral colored shimmer shades on your eyes, and pulled your inherited Henderson curls into a half up half down style so the elf ears would show well. The dress was a pale green gown with a sparkly tulle outer layer complete with matching tulle sleeves. You slipped into your flats and walked out of your room.
"You look fantastic!" Dustin smiled, showing off his Cleric robes.
"Not too bad yourself." You chuckled as you grabbed your house key. The rumble of a vehicle caught your attention. "I think Eddie's here." You said, opening the door to see Eddie climbing from the driver's seat in a Knight's costume. You smiled to yourself, thinking he looked rather handsome.
"The Cleric has brought me a Princess to protect." He grinned as he walked over, offering you a hand which you gladly took. He bowed and brought your knuckles to his face before gently pressing his lips to them. "M'lady, your chariot awaits." He smirked as he stood back up.
"Thank you, good Sir." You giggled, letting him lead you.
"Shotgun!" Dustin called, sprinting towards the van.
"Absolutely not. That's for my Princess, thank you." Eddie stated, reaching for the handle. He helped you in, sending you a shy smile.
You flashed him one in return, thanking him again as Dustin mumbled to himself about sitting in the back.
The van was soon filled with wizards and bards and whatever else the boys could bring to life from their D&D campaigns. Eddie drove them from neighborhood to neighborhood so they could get as much candy as they could fit before the night was over.
You and Dustin were dropped off last. You'd long since given Dustin the key to put in his pocket so when the van stopped he jumped out immediately, Eddie doing the same. He came around to open your door because "Princesses don't open their own doors, duh."
"M'lady." He smiled the same smile that had your stomach churning all night, but in the best way.
"Sir Eddie. You have been a perfect gentleman." You said, taking his hand and climbing down.
He closed the door but kept your hand in his. "I had a really good time with you tonight." He said, breaking his character.
You nodded and squeezed his hand as he walked you to the door. "Yeah, me too Eddie."
"Really?" He seemed a bit surprised by this, but you nodded anyway. "Would you want to hang out again? Like, just us maybe?" He asked, stopping at the door.
You nodded. "Yes. I would. This Friday after D&D. When you drop Dustin off you can pick me up." You suggested, resting against the doorframe.
"Yeah, yes! Absolutely. Friday, 8:00."
"Friday. 8:00." You repeated before leaning in to kiss his cheek before disappearing into the house.
Dustin was standing there, perplexed. "Did you kiss my DM?"
You nodded, smile not fading as you walked to your room as if floating on air.
#eddie munson#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x henderson!reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x henderson!sister#flufftober#flufftober2022#flufftober 2022#flufftober22#flufftober 22#stranger things#stranger things fluff
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Contribution to @prongsfoot-microfic
May 5 : Orange
A/N : I don't ship drarry. I don't ship Harry with anyone to be honest. He is here because I need him to be. xD also this is my first try in present tense, so I apologise in advance if it sucks.
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James stares.
Yes, yes. Staring is rude. He knows it. He has been trying to drill it into his son's thick skull for years and now he is doing the exact same thing. But who can blame him?
There, in front of him on their fancy crimson sofa is Draco Malfoy in an extremely ugly neon orange robes accompanied with a pair of pink gloves which are supposed to complete his dashing look. He is fidgeting with the top of his wand, trying to hide it's snake handle and James would have laughed if he wasn't in an absolute shock.
Then there is Sirius.
He is in full Black mode, cold and emotioess, his handsome face is so stony that James shudders. His husband can be very scary when he wants to. Make no mistake, it's hot and kinky in bed but other than that, let's say Merlin mercy.
"Why are you here, little Malfoy?" Sirius asks icily and James winces, innerly praising Malfoy for not running away like he is about to be bitten by a werewolf.
"I'm here to ask for your permission to date Harry."
Unfortunately James is too busy praying Godric and Salazar to bestow him the gift of colour blindness to jump at Malfoy's throat. At least he has Sirius for it, although seeing him dealing with another Black is quite frightening and a bit amusing. James is not used to this side of Sirius since he had never had the pleasure of meeting his husband's family.
"and why should we grant you such permission?"
"Because I love your son."
James takes pity on Malfoy, he sincerely does. If he was the receiving end of Sirius' cold eyes, James would have needed all his Gryffindor courage to survive, that's for sure.
"Do you think I would have let you set a foot in this house if you didn't?" Sirius' tone is not pleasant. "Let me rephrase it, do you expect us to permit someone whose sense of fashion is worse than a house elf date our son?"
James nearly spits out his coffee on Malfoy's face, nearly being the keyword. Fortunately he doesn't. Thank Merlin for small mercies. He really should stop sitting in front of the guests.
Malfoy's pale cheeks are flushed and James clears his troath before something disastrous happens. He understands the protectiveness, he wants to choke Malfoy as well, but that brutal sarcasm of Sirius' is probably too much for the pampered little Malfoy.
"All my robes are either silver or green. I didn't want to hurt your Gryffindor eyes Dear Sirs, but golden and crimson were out of question as well, eventhough I wanted to please you. These were the closest colours."
James can't decide if the boy is brave or stupid to talk and hold Sirius' gaze like that. He is ready to jump in between them in case Sirius decides to hex Malfoy when shock hits him.
"Very brave of you to talk back with that Slytherin tongue of yours. You must have gotten it from your mother."
Well, the Black problem is fixed now it seems. But that doesn't mean the Potter side is fixed as well.
"Show me all your wand tricks, Mr. Malfoy. Let me see if your skill is worth my son's time," he says silently, rolling up his sleeves and picking up his wand.
This time Sirius winces.
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So what happens when Astarion’s parents get a divorce on Astarion’s own divorce court show? Chaos, absolute chaos. Special thanks to @kalmiaphlox for every ounce of help in this silly little one shot. It’s basically our brainrot baby. It’s been a blast
Elera and Syllar Ancunín go to divorce court to settle their case before the formidle Judge Ancunín. Drama will ensue but it makes for wonderful television.
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Your keys hit the counter with a clash before sliding off onto the tile of your kitchen floor. You groaned and stomped over to swipe them up, slamming them back in their right place.
You shrugged off your jacket, throwing it over a barstool and made your way over to your worn in couch.
The apartment you rent was nothing much. It was enough for yourself and you made it into a comfortable living space. The hustle and bustle of the city life was not what you saw for yourself at first but now you wouldn’t trade it for a thing.
What a day, you thought, grabbing the remote and clicking on the television.
You had the next two days off and you were hoping to get lost in a sea of trashy shows and junk food. It had been a very long time since you let go and enjoyed yourself.
Quickly, throwing in a bag of microwaveable popcorn and dumping it into a large bowl, you plopped back into your seat and started flicking through the channels.
A tiefling and githyanki were in some weightlifting competition. Their faces were straining as they hoisted the barbells above their heads but it was quite impressive. Not really your cup of tea though.
The next channel had a wizard with multiple mage hands helping him put together an extravagant meal for a dinner party. The table setting was perfect but all it did was make you hungry for a gourmet meal and your paycheck couldn’t afford more than simple takeout.
You pressed the channel up button once again and you were met with loud, authoritative music blaring from the television. Large letters popped up on the screen in a very obnoxious gold.
DIVORCE COURT WITH JUDGE ANCUNÍN
With a sigh, you tossed the remote to the next cushion. This would have to do. It reminded you of the days when you were younger and there was absolutely nothing else to watch.
You sat back, kicking your feet up on your coffee table and began munching on your snack. The narrator started talking and you lost yourself in the show.
“They say love conquers all, but for the case of Syllar and Elera Ancunín, love couldn’t conquer everything. Elera claims the former Lord was leading a hidden life, smelling of soot, hiding away until late hours of the night, and even bargaining away the life of their unborn grandchild.”
“Syllar, on the other hand, insists it was all for the greater good of their lives. Can they overcome their differences and settle this or will it be a battle of devastating blows? That will be for Judge Ancunín to decide.”
Two elves stroll into the courtroom glaring at each other and taking their places at their respective table. The one is striking with her long waves of silver hair and pale skin. She is accompanied by a dark skinned devil. He has two very different eyes but seems friendly enough towards her.
The other elf is quite handsome with the darkest black hair and piercing eyes. He stood tall next to his lawyer, who immediately gave you the “ick.” The man had the the slimiest grin plastered on his face and there was just something off about him but you weren’t quite sure what.
The camera panned to a towering figure with blonde hair shaved on one side and golden cracks illuminating her white skin. She wasn’t someone you wanted to be on the wrong side of a knife fight with.
“Court is now in session. All rise for the honorable Judge Ancunín,” the woman’s voice boomed through the room.
“Is this even allowed? He’s our son!” The elf, you presumed Syllar, whisper yelled to his lawyer, camera drawing near to his face. They seemed unaware.
“He’s the only one available this side of Balder’s Gate. It’s all show biz, little lord,” the lawyer laughed him off with a wave and then turned in shock to see the camera in his face, straightening his suit jacket with a clearing of his throat.
The side door opened and in walked the judge donning his black robes. He had perfectly coiffed silver curls and the most beautiful face you had ever seen. It was as if the Gods had taken their time carving it.
His jawline was sharp and lips were plush. You were practically drooling, but his eyes were hypnotizing in the bloodiest red. They drew you in and they were complimented by a perfect set of glasses that framed his face so well.
Fucking hells, he’s hot. I need to watch this more often, you thought, shoving a handful of popcorn in, coughing on a piece.
The bailiff walked over and handed Judge Ancunín a folder as he sat and returned to her spot. The judge flitted through the pages and then peered over his glasses at the two elves before him. His eyes softened ever so slightly at the female elf before looking back down at the papers and slamming the folder shut and sighing.
“So, Lady Ancunín, you state you are tired of the constant lies and betrayal and want to end this relationship and seek ownership of the home,” he stated, and looked to his father, with considerable more disdain, “Lord Ancunín, you say you sought better for you family by seeking a deal with a devil.” He paused, glancing at the man beside Syllar.
“I knew it!” You yelled at the screen. Something was definitely off about that guy.
“You pawned off your first born grandchild, my child, and seek to remain in the house as one unit.” Ancunín finished.
The camera panned to where an elven woman sat in the public benches holding a smiling baby on her lap with a head full of silver curls. Her chubby fist had a handful of her mother’s hair and tugged at it while the other held onto a small stuffed toy. She was definitely the child the judge spoke of. You were disgusted anyone would wanted to bargain her away.
“Elera, Wyll,” the shot focuses back on the handsome judge, “tell me in your own words what you seek from this. What’s finally broke the camel’s back, hm?”
Wyll, Elera’s lawyer, stepped forward, “Your honor, Lady Ancunín has dealt with terrible hardship at the hands of Syllar. He’s caused her nothing but distraught and it seems the former lord seeks to overpower the Sword Coast.”
“Objection, your honor! That’s mere speculation on the faux devil’s part,” the other devil spoke up, sneering at Wyll.
Ancunín rolled his eyes but conceded. “Sustained. Raphael, you and my father may plead your case,” he said, “Not that I care for it.”
Raphael, devil and Lord Ancunín’s lawyer, sauntered forward towards the front of the room. He leaned one elbow on the judge’s stand and smirked up at the annoyed judge.
“Gods, this guy,” you groaned, “Who let him in here?”
Ancunín’s eyes darted down to his watch and back up to Raphael. He tapped on it to signal the time.
“Half hour show. Get on with it,” the judge warned.
Raphael let out a dissatisfied noise but his face morphed into one with charm. He had definitely done this before. Plenty of times. He continued leaning as he launched into his spiel.
“Your honorable and dear Judge Astarion Ancunín,” he began, laying it on thick, “I present to you a man, broken, worn, hardened by his years and years of fighting to strive for perfection for his wonderful wife and,” he looked to Astarion, “darling boy.”
“Had he signed a contract with an, albeit fair, devil? Yes, but to take away his livelihood would be such a harsh and cruel punishment. Especially when that man is your own father, little vampling.”
Ah, that explains the eyes. His wife is so lucky.
A quick gleam flashed in the devil’s fingers and landed on the judge’s stand. The judge’s lips pursed and he raised an eyebrow, eyeing the sneakily placed gold piece. His hand twitched for just a second.
“Astarion! Honestly, right now?” Elera whispered up to him, appalled.
“What? I’m a man of means, mother,” Ancunín returned, although leaving the gold piece where it was.
“Your father tried to sell your child!” Elera reminded him.
Syllar clearly did not take that well. His face was losing that well maintained composure and turning a bright shade of red. His body spun in his wife’s direction and his finger pointed towards her.
“Uh oh, the bastard’s going to blow a gasket,” you muttered, leaning forward in your seat. This was about to get good.
“If you hadn’t coddled the boy, this wouldn’t have ended up like this!” The lord started stepping forward. “I knew what was best! You both need to listen to me!”
Wyll shielded Elera from her angry husband while Raphael shifted to his true cambion form in the courtroom. Syllar continued on in his tirade with the intimidating bailiff having to step in, holding him back.
Raphael almost made it to her but Wyll let loose an Eldritch blast, knocking the elf and cambion to their sorry asses.
Judge Ancunín was standing on his feet, banging his gavel to no end, angrily glaring at the display in his courtroom.
You sat staring at your television screen, waiting for some kind of off air sound to come on. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You reached into your bowl for another bite but found it empty. A snack would have to wait. There was no way you were missing any of this show to make more.
Astarion pinched the bridge of his nose, sitting slowly back down in his chair. He shook his head and adjusted his glasses while scribbling something onto the documents in front of him.
“If my mind wasn’t already made up before, father,” he spat towards Syllar, “It is now. Lady Ancunín, you will be awarded all assets, including the Ancunín estate. You will be granted separation from Lord Ancunín and if you seek an order of protection from him, such will also be granted. Your title will also remain.”
“But-” Syllar began but was cut off by Astarion’s hand being held up.
“Tav, would you please bring the darling Juniper forth?” Judge Ancunín asked.
Tav, the elven woman from the benches, carried the bouncing baby forward to the judge’s stand and lifted her over to her father. The silver hair babe reached for him and he gently smiled as he sat her on his lap.
“Would you do me the honors, little one?” He questioned, placing the gavel in her tiny hand and guiding it to bang down several times as she squealed.
He kissed her forehead and whispered into her ear before handing her back to her mother. He repeated the process with the gavel in a more formal manner and stood, taking the folder underneath his arm and walking out the exit.
“Court is adjourned,” the bailiff said, following out the door behind him.
The narrator’s voice started up again as the defendant and plaintiff left the courtroom following their case. Elera looked as if a weight was lifted off her shoulders, beaming through the long corridor. Syllar wouldn’t even glance at the camera with his sneer and disheveled hair.
The credits rolled and you flung back in your seat, dizzied from the wild ride of the show.
You picked up your remote, opening up a streaming app.
There’s gotta be more of that on here, you thought.
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You're Awful, I Love You: Part 19
Enver Gortash/Trans Male Tiefling Durge
Sentry made his way home exhausted that evening, his satchel full of vials, bones, and loot. He'd even found some artificial organs in some of his victims. When he thought about it too much, it filled his throat with bile to think how these patriars could keep themselves alive so easily when the people in the lower city and Rivington struggled. How much must these clockwork pieces cost? He shook his head. His purpose wasn't to worry about how people stayed alive, but rather how to cure them of that very temporary state of being. Though he didn't agree with his father on every facet of his purpose, that was one he happily accepted. There was beauty in death and beauty in the dead.
Sceleritas was waiting to receive his cloak and his acquisitions when he walked through the door of the temple. His remaining siblings sat around the common area, even Orin deigning to grace him with her presence. Sentry nodded. Good, this was the time to re-assign Jackal's position.
“Ah, good to see you all, siblings dear.” Sentry raised his arms with a flourish as he entered the room. “As you may have noticed, one of our number is missing. Our darling brother Jackal decided to try and step above his station” He smirked, shaking his head with a little laugh. “And you know? He didn't make sure he had the power to back it up, so of course he had to be disposed of. Anyway, that leaves our information gathering a little lacking....”
“Hmm...well, we know who it won't be.” Tomi giggled, looking at the tall, dour tiefling standing silently in the corner sharpening her scythe. “Not much of a talker unfortunately. But I'm a very good talker and what's more I'm good at getting others talking. I know secrets even Jackal couldn't discover.”
“A fair point, but then again, some things are easier to learn from the shadows than face to face.” Sentry thought a moment. “And that's why, though it truly pains me given how much she still has to learn, I have to assign this task to sister Orin.”
“A wise choice, O Odious One!” Sceleritas bowed at Sentry's side. “ Further proof that your father was right to make you his chosen. You always have the family's best interests in mind...ah even when the choice isn't the one you'd like to make.”
Orin smirked, rising to her feet and bowing low, exaggerated. Sentry rolled his eyes, well aware of the insult. “Yes, BROTHER dear, I will gather the slithering secrets of Baldur's Grave for our family...Thank you for this opportunity.”
Sentry inhaled deeply. “Orin, I swear...you KNOW the name of the city....you live here. You grew up here....It's...”He winced and breathed out a calming breath. “Okay...nevermind, good. Just...take your job seriously. Do it right. Not like your little corpse tea parties.”
The changeling's expression twitched a moment, smirk faltering to a look of pure malice before she forced the smile back on her face. “Hmm.. yes, chosen. I will begin immediately.” And with that, her smirk widened as she shifted into the form of a handsome, smug looking male elf with silver-blonde hair and pale eyes dressed in paladin armor. “This is a trustworthy face, is it not? I think I'll start with this disguise.”
Sentry paled a moment, looking into the face of one of his early victims, the feeling of Darryn's hand forcing his head against the wall of the room the trainees shared. The sound of him smirking, the feeling of his breath on Sentry's neck, but he shook it off, forcing the rage at Orin for bringing back that memory down. “A bit ostentatious, I think.”
Still, she slipped past him still in the form of the young man who'd terrorized him for most of his teenage years. Shaking his head, Sentry made his way across the room towards his door. A calloused hand blocked his path. Gabraela looked down at him with her haunting eyes.
“You are out on your own far too often, chosen. Jackal was hardly the only threat.” She spoke coldly, but there was no threat to her voice, was it worry? Sentry looked up curiously at her. “I don't think you should make these excursions without myself or Sceleritas by your side anymore.”
Sentry shook his head, brushing her aside. “I'm not afraid of Orin. I am Bhaal's own flesh and blood, not a child in need of protecting. Hells, if I'm too weak to protect myself from pretenders and underlings, I deserve whatever's coming to me.” He laughed as he opened his door and closed it behind him, sitting at his desk and spreading out some sketches he'd been working on.
A movement near the sewer grates at the ceiling of his room caught his eye. A flash of white and orange. Then from one of the ledges above his paintings, a pair of frightened green eyes stared down at him.
“Malta? What are you doing here?” He puzzled, standing up and extending his arms to receive the cat. Malta leapt from his perch and into Sentry's waiting arms, curling up there and closing his eyes. “Did you get lost? I'll bring you back to Wysp in the morning.” He whispered, surprisingly gently.
He deposited the cat gently on his pillow and returned to his work. The current sketch was one of a group of gnolls feasting. In a moment of wild fancy, Sentry had decided to plan a painting with a touch of humor to it. The gnolls were dressed in noble clothing with jewel encrusted dining ware set out on the table while humans and elves were displayed like fine cuts of meat. He supposed perhaps it was a commentary on the idea that beasts were more civilized deep down, but really he had to admit he just liked the idea of those adorable bloodstained beasties all dressed up and having a party.
With the sketch finished, he got up to choose a canvas for it before pausing. “Right...His plan....I should see how that's coming along. Guess I got caught up in the thrill of the hunt.”
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“You are one of the most beautiful men I ever did see, Wyll Ravengard.” His fingers trace against the other’s spine, as the elf patiently circles the man, akin to a hungry beast. “And I assure you; I have seen more than your sweet and proper imagination will permit you to paint in your mind.”
Ruby eyes watch the young man with a playful glimmer, pale fingers gripping his shoulder just a tad possessively, now facing him and leaning in closer, their bodies almost touching. “Such a beautiful, soft face; fit to adorn the illustrations of fairy tales girls and boys clutch in their arms, dreaming of ballroom dances and chaste kisses.”
His fingers trace the ridges against Wyll’s throat; his gaze curious and lips curled into a playful smirk. “Skin a rich shade of umber, akin to the summer sky on the very edge of dawn. Painted with tales of heroic battles survived and countless evils vanquished.”
“A pity, it is all there for the people; and not for me.”
Wyll has flirted with the best of them. And he’s no stranger to a well-endowed woman’s carefully timed bounces as she casually mentions how strong and handsome he is. (And of course, he knows he’s strong, and handsome, every bit the hero he claims to be, and ever more humble even in his honesty about these facts as plain as his firm biceps, the allure of his scars.) When these women placed gentle, giving hands on his chest, he resisted a shiver—though never a sharp intake of breath.
It would have been taking advantage of their hospitality and kindness. They were grateful, and he appreciated their… appreciation, and…. well-intentioned interest. But Wyll would never do anything so untoward. He wanted a real romance, not a dalliance or misplaced favor to him for his service. He protects the people of the Sword Coast because it’s the right thing to do, and not for beautiful women’s time, nor their affections. (Though Wyll has sometimes wondered if he would have been able to resist a particularly beautiful man, or handsome woman.)
Perhaps that is what fascinates him so much about his relationships with his new friends.
He didn’t save them. They don’t believe they owe him anything. And while Wyll’s imagination sometimes gets away from him—new poetry litters each of his journals in the margins, musings on the shades of Lae’zels eyes, the tensing or Shadowheart’s muscles as she raises her axe, or a wine glass, the little wrinkles in Astarion’s cheeks, and in his brow, Gods, thank Balduran for the fact none of them can use detect thoughts; and that’s to say nothing of the more prolonged fantasies in his head about being swept away by Githyanki to ride dragons in the sky, or embarassingly enough, though he would never, ever admit this, saving the fair Prince Astarion from the evil vampire King, only to be swept into amazing, gothic adventures where they fought gloriously side by side against the likes of Strahd, Astarion, the plucky vampire prince, always in the softest silk shirts and leather pants, sometimes stained with blood, quipping always that he did not need to be saved, despite always managing to somehow swoon into Wyll’s arms at the end of every “chapter.” Gods help him, Wyll wouldn’t admit to any of that at knifepoint.
Needless to say, Wyll has had a lot of time to think on their travels.
So while he doesn’t shiver this time, and while he doesn’t flinch away, and while his heart skips and stutters as if its trembling in the place of his skin, and while he swallows around nothing, his throat bobbing under Astarion’s fingertips, his tongue feeling heavier and dryer and sharper in his mouth than even his fangs as he gets out the words—he doesn’t pull away. He resists the urge to crane his neck and invite Astarion closer, still. (What does a devil’s blood taste like, to a vampire? What does it feel like, to drink when starved? He imagines it’s like handfeeding a sickly lover. Pressing sweets to their tongue, cool, iced water, to help sop off a fever. Or perhaps it’s more bubbly in your stomach, acidic in the back of your throat. Can one get drunk off devil’s blood?)
Beautiful, Astarion calls him. A fairy tale prince. What magic, perfect words. Astarion, of course, could be lying.
But for all Wyll’s strengths, his heroism. For as valiant, and noble he knows he is.
He can, perhaps, get lost in fantasies, and… roleplaying.
No one can deny him this. Just a drink, a taste. No one is watching.
“A hero doesn’t have to be beautiful,” he smiles, letting out a hot breath of laughter that sounds almost like a purr. Voice heady and smooth, more confident than he feels despite the flush on his cheeks. “You and The Sword Coast just got lucky.”
“I had no idea you were so interested in fairy tales. Which was your favorite. Should I get on my knees for you, see if the glass slipper fits just right?” He takes Astarion’s hand in his, delicate. Wyll’s are calloused, too-warm, thick, but soft, despite the texture. “Would you dance with me until midnight? My hand in yours, like this? My other on your waist. Not too low. I’m a gentleman, a Prince. Chaste. I could hold you all evening like that.” He shrugs his shoulders, tilts his head. “Just talking. Just being with you.”
“I’d be heartbroken if you ran away. Though I imagine I wouldn’t need the glass slipper. I could never forget the way you look at me.”
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Hallowed Fangs Part 11
The Goblin Camp,
Everyone headed back to the camp to tell Gale and Wyll that they were leaving, knowing where to go now. It was then that Vex noticed Gale was acting a little strange as if he was in pain, holding his chest. She stared at him in concerned.
"Are you alright?" She asked him. Gale smiled.
"Yes. Partly. I have a condition very different from the parasites that we share, but, just as deadly."
"Condition? Are you sick or have an illness?"
Gale shook his head.
"The specifics are personal but suffice it to say it is a malady I've learned to live with and not without some effort. What it comes down to is this: Every so often I need to get my hands on a powerful magical item and absorb the weave inside."
"What happens if you don't?" Vex asked him.
"I can no more on the matter, not now, anyway. Just trust me when I say it's all a vital importance. It's been days since I've last consumed an artifact and before we were abducted. It's only a matter of time before my craving returns. That is why I turn to you. I need you to help me." Gale pleaded. "Find magic items for me to consume is vital, dare I say it, critical."
"Well, we did find some in the swamp area. One can have one of those, if it'll help." Vex told him and she rummaged in her pack and pulled out a necklace that had a slight glow to it. Gale smiled.
"Thank you." He took the necklace from Vex and Vex's eyes widen a little when she saw him place it to his chest. It began to glow and absorb the item.
"Let's get a move on. The goblin camp is nearby." Vex told him, looking away.
"Lead away our fearless leader." Gale smiled.
Everyone started to head towards the goblin camp and saw up ahead one of their lookout outposts. It had several goblins guarding it. One of the goblins was with a worg, a large dog like creature with sharp teeth. He smirked when he saw Vex walk up, while the others followed behind her.
"Lookit, Klaw! Supper's here! Unless you got another reason to be here, feck-shite."
"I'm a hired sword-employer's inside. Stand aside. Now." Vex spoke, using the parasite to persuade the goblin. The goblins eyes widen and he called back his worg.
"Down, Klaw! Bad girl! She's a little overexcited. Been a busy day. Lads're celebratin'." He smiled.
"I'm looking for someone named Halsin." Vex told him. The goblin blinked at her confused for a moment.
"Who? If he ain't one of us, and if he's here, he's down in the pits."
"If this is the state of their camp, how bad must the pits be?" Astarion questioned.
"There a lot of noise coming from behind you up ahead. Is it good or bad?" Vex asked. The goblin chuckled.
"Heh. Depends who you are. We're celebratin' a raid. No better time in camp than this. Get yourself a bit of fun before it dries up."
"Sounds great!" Vex smiled and walked way. The others followed behind her and they saw several spikey barricades up ahead across a stone bridge and a temple. As they were crossing the bridge, a sharp piercing pain filled everyone's head.
"Hear my voice. Obey my command."
Vex heard a dark foreboding voice calling out to her in her mind and so did the others. They groaned holding their heads in pain and fell to the ground, pushing them further into a kneeling position. It was the Absolute. Vex could feel every muscle in her body being controlled as she tried to fight it. She was terrified.
The voice is irresistible. She recognized the overwhelming authority that she used on the others, only infinitely stronger, and turned against her. Vex's vision clouds, leaving her in a dark, featureless shadowscape. Nothingness in every direction. Then there are three figures before her. An armored male elf, exuding power and command. A handsome younger man with a quick, easy smile. And a pale young woman with even paler eyes.
"These are my Chosen. The speak for me." The Absolute spoke. "Aid their search for the Prism and you will be worth to stand beside them. In my presence."
Shadowheart quickly reached into her pocket and pulled out an artifact as if it was telling her to do so. It activated, releasing a pulsing red light. Vex can feel the energy pulsing from the artifact. Lifting the pain. Pushing the voice away.
"My power grows. My forces gather. The reckoning draws near." The voice spoke before it disappeared.
Vex shivered as she regained back control over her body. She stood and so did the others and they looked at Shadowheart, wondering what just happened.
"Don't give me that look. I don't know what just happened any more than you do. We should keep going." Shadowheart spoke.
"The voice is gone-muted by this...this gith relic. Why does a half-elf carry it?" Lae'zel glared at Shadowheart.
"You have a problem with half-elves?" Vex asked her.
"Their blood is tainted. Why?" Lae'zel spoke.
"Because I'm a half elf." Vex told her. Lae'zel stayed quiet and Vex turned back to Shadowheart.
"You have some explaining to do first. What is that thing you have?"
"I don't know, not exactly. All I know is it's important I get it back to Baldur's Gate. At any cost." Shadowheart spoke.
"There must be more to it. I need you to level with me."
"I...I am a servant of Shar. My home is a secret cloister in Baldur's Gate. I need to bring that artifact back there, no matter what. I can't tell you anymore. This mission required utmost secrecy-we all submitted to having our memories suppressed so that we couldn't betray Shar's confidence. If I reach my contact in the city. I'll have my memories restored. Until then, I have to guard the artifact with my life. There- you have the truth, for all it's worth. Let's continue." Shadowheart told everyone as she finished explaining her story.
"Heavens forbid. We're all entitled to our secrets." Astarion spoke.
"You've been lying to me. How long were you going to keep this secret?" Vex asked her.
"Forever, ideally. And you assume too much about what I can and cannot tell. I'm not sorry I kept this from you. Not one bit. Though perhaps that might change, if you can show an open mind." Shadowheart replied.
"We can discuss this later. But let's just try a little more honesty going forward. We're all going to be traveling together until we get this parasite mess straight." Vex told her.
"All we can do is try; I suppose." Shadowheart sighed.
"I do have one more thing that I'd like to ask you about." Vex said to Shadowheart.
"If it's about the artifact-"
"It is. The artifact seems to be protecting us somehow. Do you still have it?" Vex asked her. Shadowheart nodded.
"Quite the understatement, but yes. I have it. And I'll guard it with my life."
"Curious, that you just happen to have an item that can protect us. How did you come by it?" Vex asked her.
"I was part of a group sent by my cloister. We were to take the artifact from the githyanki and bring it to Baldur's Gate, no matter the cost. Though it turned out the cost was very steep. I was the only one of the group to survive-I took the artifact and fled, only to be ensnared by mind flayers before I could finish the mission. That's all I know. That's all I need to know." Shadowheart explained.
"Admirable conviction, though I think I'd prefer to know what I was getting myself into." Vex replied.
"That's not a luxury open to many people, us included. I have my faith to turn to instead. You should find something of your own." Shadowheart spoke.
"How can you go to all this trouble and not understand why?" Vex pressed, questioning her more.
"I told you already-I surrendered my memories, for the sake of the mission. Shar's secrets must be protected-duty demands it. Once I fulfill my mission, I can have my memories restored."
"Is that why your hand causes you pain?" Vex asked her.
"The wound on my hand. It never quite heals, and sometimes it causes terrible pain to rip through me. It's my burden though, from Lady Shar. I can feel her influence, somehow..." Shadowheart said.
"Why would Shar subject you to such a thing?" Vex asked. Shadowheart shook her head.
"I cannot say-not with what I can recall. But even then, it would not be for me to question her will. Lady Shar has her reasons."
"What causes it to hurt you?" Vex asked.
"It's difficult to say...sometimes I wonder if it's supposed to be guiding me, punishing me, testing me. But perhaps it's none of those. Perhaps it's completely random. I'd like to hope there's more to it than that-some meaning that Lady Shar will reveal to me, when the time is right. Until then, all I can do is endure." Shadowheart said.
"Is there anything I can do to help with it?" Vex asked her.
"I don't think so, but you're sweet to ask. Maybe just be patient the next time you see me wince or cry out-it'll pass quickly though. It always does. Pain is sacred to followers of Lady Shar. Pain will give way to loss, and then to the peace of her eternal darkness. You can tolerate a great deal of suffering so long as it has meaning." Shadowheart said.
"So, you knew more than you were letting on before? I hope you'll be more honest in the future." Vex spoke.
"I'll try my best. But secrecy is ingrained in me. Lady Shar considers it greater protection than any shield or armor." Shadowheart said.
"I'd like to know more about your Shar worship." Vex asked her.
"I'm sure you do. But please try to understand, that's it's not something I can just talk about freely."
"I have no problems with Shar worshipers, if that's what concerns you." Vex said. Shadowheart smiled.
"Very well. Perhaps there's potential in you. Let's see how you handle this. I am indeed a disciple of Shar-Mistress of the Night and Lady of Loss. I assume you've heard of her?"
"Honestly, your faith is your own concern. I won't judge one way or the other." Vex told her. Shadowheart blinked a little in surprise.
"Curious. Most are afraid of my Lady. I think I did right by joining you. Most agreeable company."
"Can you tell me more about yourself, Shadow?" Vex asked her.
"You already know my biggest secrets. What more can you ask?" Shadowheart wondered.
"What drew you to Shar worship?" Vex asked her.
"She took me in when no one else would. Without her, I wouldn't be alive. She is my mother. She nurtures me, cares for me loves me. Don't believe the lies the Selunites tell."
"Tell me something about yourself besides, Shar or the tadpoles." Vex told her.
"What, besides my life calling and the greatest problem I've ever feared?" Vex nodded and Shadowheart thought for a moment before answering and smiled. "Well, I like night orchids and can't swim. Is that the sort of thing you meant?"
"You'll have to point out night orchids to me if we ever pass some." Vex told her. Shadowheart smiled.
"It's a deal." She nodded before she saw Vex wipe her forehead. Her skin looked a little clammy and pale as well. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just feel a little hot." Vex spoke.
"Now that you mention it, I feel the same." Astarion commented.
"So do I." Shadowheart said, worried.
"It's starting. We're changing." Lae'zel frowned.
"It's just a fever. It'll pass." Vex reassured her. Lae'zel scoffed. The party walked into the goblin camp seeing many of them inside, celebrating and having a feast. They avoided some of them, trying not to get close, to draw the goblins attention towards them, especially that the goblins were already drunk on wine. Vex noticed a small crowd goblin circling around something, cheering. Vex walked closer to get a better look. Astarion followed closer behind her. The others followed behind them.
Vex heard a familiar voice spoke and saw that it was Volo. He was reciting some dramatic play and giving some kind of speech, babbling some nonsense. He was nervously looking around the goblins as he talked to them before he saw Vex and the rest of the party, silently asking for them to help him.
"That idiot is going to get himself killed." Shadowheart spoke.
"I'm quite enjoying the show actually." Astarion smiled.
"Well, I did warn him about coming here." Vex spoke.
"Exactly. So why should we help him?" Astarion pointed out.
"Because he needs help and it's the right thing to do. Even if he's an idiot." Vex told him then turned back towards Volo.
"Boo! Get off the stage!" She shouted.
"Why I never!" Volo shouted, angry that he was interrupted. A female goblin narrowed her eyes at Vex suspiciously.
"Wait a tick, do you know this person?"
"No! Never seen her before in my life!" Volo quickly shook his head. "Now, let's get back to the story. As I was saying, uh..." He began to stumble over his words before he completely froze.
"Aw! You broke him!" One of the goblins shouted at Vex.
"Come along, pigeon, back in your cage." The female goblin sneered at Volo.
"Y-Yes. Of course, ma'am." Volo smiled and gulped and he quickly glanced over at Vex and the others. (Help me!) Volo was knocked off the stage and dragged away, heading inside the temple.
"Great." Vex sighed.
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