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istoleyoursk1n · 5 months

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How would they all react to a Tav who reveals themselves to be a dragon in disguise?

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How would they react to a Tav who reveals themselves to be a dragon in disguise?

(I’m assuming you mean they could transform into an actual Dragon or at least something Dragon-like.)

: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

“Gods! You would have thought to tell someone about the fact that, oh, I don't know, you’re a damn fire-breathing Dragon!”

Shouted when he first saw the transformation. It came out of nowhere so he didn't expect it at all. He nearly stabbed you from the shock but thankfully retracted his dagger as soon as he realized it was you.

Irritated that you’d hide something like this from him. He wanted a warning at least!

He scolds you for keeping it secret but soon enough he takes a moment to admire the sight before him.

You appear similar to a Dragonborn but with notable different features, something that brings that all too familiar smug look on his face.

It would be useful indeed to have some sort of Dragon companion accompany them on their journey against the absolute, a companion he’d love to make use of.

Eventually comes to find the new form endearing as long as your scales don't scratch his body or your firey breath doesn't ruin his perfect hair.

: ̗̀➛ WYLL

“You’re a dragon?! Out of all the things I expected to hear from you, it certainly wasn't this. Not bad news at all though!”

Oh! Well isn't that surprising!

He’s amazed, to say the least, staring in wonder at your new form.

You look incredible! Nearly as glorious as the dragons he’s envisioned in fairytales. He can barely keep his own eyes off of you.

Even more impressed seeing you fight in that form. It's so distracting that he nearly gets hit by an arrow mid battle.

He adores how mystical you look, he hopes that you stay in said form longer and allow him to live out his own little fanatical dreams he had as a boy.

Who wouldn't go on epic adventures with a dragon by your side?

Overjoyed if you do show him your firey breath or even let him fly on your back. You’re bringing his inner child back to life by doing so.

: ̗̀➛ GALE

“A dragon-hyrbird..? Dragonborn? No that's not quite right. Well, whatever you are, good to know such incredible power is on our side.”

‘What the fuck?’ <— His initial reaction lmao

He’s so lost upon first seeing you transform that for a moment he thinks he's hallucinating.

Did you accidentally use some sort of spell on yourself? He seriously can't tell.

Baffled once he realizes that you did in fact transform into a dragon that he's utterly speechless.

His speechlessness is soon followed by an array of questions that may or may not overwhelm you. He’s incredibly curious now, wondering how this all works.

Do you have fiery breath? Does the transformation hurt? Can you fly? Do you have heightened senses? He just has so many!

If you do manage to entertain each and every one of his questions, he’d be delighted, incredibly fascinated by this new form and all the features that come with it.

Would love to study it more once he has the chance, perhaps you both could learn new things from it that could give them a big advantage in the coming battles.

: ̗̀➛ KARLACH

“You’re a bloody Dragon?! A dragon! Hell fucking yes! I can't believe I’m friends with a damn Dragon! An amazing one at that.”

‘WHAT THE FUCK’ (Lovingly).

Her body is set ablaze upon seeing you first transform, she just couldn't believe it.

She's so amazed by you’re form that she's practically quick stepping all over the place.

You look so cool! She spends at least a minute circling you to take in every bit of you.

She freaks the hell out if you so much as breathe fire in her direction (she thinks it's the coolest thing she's ever seen).

Her hype around your new form lasts for a long while before she eventually starts to question how this even happened to you.

I mean, were you born like this? Does it hurt? Can she touch you? Would you not feel the burn if she did? She just wants to admire and feel you! Especially you’re scales!

She becomes a grinning mess every time you spread your wings, everything about this form is something she both envies yet adores.

: ̗̀➛ SHADOWHEART

“Well, I didn't quite expect a… dragon-hybrid? To be joining us on this adventure but the surprise isn't unwelcomed.”

Similar to the rest, she's surprised.

You didn't exactly give off any sort of hint that would colorate to your dragon transformation.

Well, at least they have a dragon companion by their side now. She can’t exactly think of any cons to that.

She doubts you’d go ahead and set the entire camp ablaze now that you've and the others come so far.

She doesn't see you any differently than before if not just mildly curious about the new form.

You certainly look different but she can recognize you despite it all.

As long as this new form hasn't changed you mentally then she's okay with everything that's happening with this new change. You’re still her friend after all.

: ̗̀➛ LAE’ZEL

“Having a powerful ra’stil at my side is nothing short but honorable. Consider yourself useful in the long run. Hope that this newfound form of yours does not disappoint.”

Shocked and amazed. She'd seen red dragons before but having one of her very own travel companions as one is something she’s secretly excited by.

Her staring isn't something you can easily ignore, you can tell how much she loves this form as awkward as her gaze makes you feel at times.

She's simply admiring you, even blatantly admitting how appealing you are in her eyes in this particular form.

Even better when you use such an imposing form in battle, the way it gives you extra strength is something she's impressed by. It only adds to her admiration for you by tenfold.

I doubt she’d ever ask for it herself but if you do offer to let her fly you, she’d be ecstatic, she might even smile.

She’s always wanted a red dragon of her own, but having you isn't a bad option either. She feels more like a warrior soaring through the skies with you alongside her, something that makes her fiery heart burn with joy.

Sparring with you in this form would also be one of her favorite pastimes, getting to see such raw power up close is sure to get her to feel some form of happiness.

: ̗̀➛ HALSIN

“I wouldn't have guessed we’d have a dragon in our midst, such mighty yet graceful beasts are nothing but a blessing to see so close. Especially one so enchanting as you.”

Surprised, but pleased!

Having a dragon companion at one’s side is an advantage sure, but this new form is quite appealing to the eye.

It's not often he gets to admire a dragon-like creature up close, especially one he's come to grow fond of.

With your permission, he’d take a moment to take you in, gazing upon your form as if it was something he’d never seen before.

He’d be curious as to how nature could have come up with such a beautiful enigma such as yourself, subtly complimenting aspects of your new form he had noticed.

He especially loves to see you fly, to witness you taking to the skies with spread-out wings, feeling the wind as you cut threw clouds.

You’re ethereal in his eyes, someone he can’t take his eyes off of in and out of this incredible form.

He would absolutely be on board with racing through the woods with you in his bear form, enjoying yourselves to your heart's content until it is time to continue on with your grand adventure.

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#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 headcanons #bg3 headcanon #bg3 x reader #bg3 astarion #bg3 wyll #bg3 gale #bg3 karlach #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 lae’zel #bg3 halsin #astarion #wyll #gale #karlach #shadowheart #lae’zel #halsin

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bhaalsdeepbat · 3 months

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Little Wyll/Karlach/Astarion things

Astarion introducing people all, "This is my girlfriend, Karlach. This is her boyfriend, Wyll." gives him a little narrow eyed look, but Wyll is just like...buddy, my star, you were literally sleeping on my chest last night wtf are you on today.

UGH AND THEN the sun, moon, and stars embroidery. IMAGINE OK. Imagine that being for these three. Karlach and Wyll are the light of his day, and he is their light in the darkness of night. He makes a matching one for Wyll while the three are in Avernus together, but time feels less pressing as it did before. It feels like they suddenly have ALL the time in the world, despite Wyll and Karlach still being mortals. The end to their finite time is just not suddenly there on the horizon, waiting to cruelly separate them when they've had so little time together.

Karlach giving Ulder a piece of her mind and having Astarion drag her off bc he can tell Wyll does NOT want this confrontation happening. She's overheated, he can't even touch her bare skin without getting singed, and Wyll just is like. so struck by the fact that she cares so much about him that she refuses to let Ulder act like he didn't abandon his son. It wouldn't be anything bad, but it would be scathing, and end with how happy she is that Ulder and Wyll have been reunited bc Wyll's a REALLY great guy and if you abandon him like that again you'll be talking to me (and she pauses when she feels Astarion poke her to give her a look, and she can just read it) AND fangs

Astarion just crosses his arms and tries to look menacing...which, to his credit, the red eyes and teeth are creepy af, but mostly he just looks bitchy and like he might eat Ulder.

wyll practicing his dancing and inviting them both one night to dance around the campfire. Astarion sits off to the side, content to watch them. Karlach likes to dance, but not in the way Wyll does, so it's awkward at first, then after a few times where her big feet stomp on his toes, he decides to follow her lead instead. He's never danced like that before, but enjoyed every second of it. Before the evening ends, Astarion allows him one single dance just so he can show Karlach what he had been practicing. None of them talk about Astarion dancing with Wyll again. It's a treasured memory, but the two know that's a barred teasing topic (they bust his balls a lot and he just. begrudgingly accepts it, but some topics they KNOW to avoid)

wyll feeling suffocated by mizora one night and just. he's calm as hell, but Astarion notices him sulking first (I hc our resident vamp as the most perceptive at the camp bc of all i think he was doing for Caz). He tries to talk to wyll, but astarion isn't good at not bristling and it's one of those times where wyll just. he's being scathing. he's meeting astarion at astarion's petty level, and astarion is downright impressed.

he's like ????? like he's not even mad. he's just all "who knew the famed blade of frontiers had this nasty side" and he's smirking and it isn't a sexual comment at all but it accidentally does. and him being impressed rather than bristling is what leads to Astarion being the one to be like "ok now that we've had our dick measuring contest, just tell me wtf is going on"

Every time Mizora shows up, Astarion starts running his mouth like an attack chihuahua. Insults, barks, bared teeth, he does NOT like her. Karlach joins him, they play off each other a lot, actually. Like Karlach IS the attack dog, which makes Astarion feel a little more ballsy when he's mouthing off bc he knows any fight he cause WILL be ended with his beautiful gf knocking their ass out.

Wyll spends that night just. completely distraught. he can't even be with karlach and astarion, he asks for time alone to deal with his thoughts, and they respect it. Astarion keeps an eye from a distance, but he and Karlach allow him the space until he's ready for them, then they both move in to comfort him.

Karlach is great at hugs. She holds him and it's so comforting that Wyll finds himself believing it when Astarion is PROMISING that they'll figure it out. Astarion isn't soft in this moment, he certainly isn't kind while comforting Wyll, but he's genuine. Wyll knows Astarion means it when he promises that him and Karlach will be at Wyll's side to help him fight his battles, because like it or not, his battles are theirs to fight as well.

They'd go after Cazador first after Astarion is nearly (or successfully is) kidnapped. Karlach is PISSED, she's raging, ready to burn down the entire palace just to smoke Caz out. Wyll, equally angry, but actually comes up with a really, really good idea. Like he sits everyone down, goes through the battle plan, and Astarion is just so silent the entire time bc he cannot believe these two would rally so hard around him.

This is the point where every time someone is the least bit mean to Wyll, it is ON SIGHT for Astarion. Before, he'd butt in if someone crossed a line he felt shouldn't be crossed, or if it was Ulder or Mizora, but now it's ANYONE. Only he gets to insult his beloved Wyllyam.

Karlach on the docks, saying her goodbyes, holding her heart, her eyes welling with tears as she sees Wyll and Astarion look at her with just. the amount of grief in their eyes. She can't take it. it's the first chip in her resolve that allows them to swoop in and convince her to keep going.

Wyll moves first. Tells her she doesn't have to be alone, she'll have him AND astarion to watch her back. this isn't a convo any of them have had. astarion and wyll both know she'd rather die than go to avernus, but wyll KNOWS Astarion would go there in a heartbeat, and vise versa. they just know each other very very well at this point

So, Wyll is talking to her, Astarion is hiding under his cloak AND Wyll's bc the sun is threatening to burn him alive, but he can't leave Karlach alone. His own skin is cracking with the threat of turning to ash. Wyll holds onto Karlachs' hands, stares into her scared eyes, and she can SEE that he means the promise he makes to her. He will NOT let her be alone in Avernus, if she chooses to return.

Astarion, despite trying to hide from his own imminent death, gives his points. they're quick, not as nicely said as when he has a one on one with her bc he's also trying not to die, but he's more worried about her than he is himself.

Karlach, assured that the two men who vowed to love her to her dying breath, agrees to go to Avernus with them. They have one hell of a bloody time together. It's one of the best chapters in their life stories, after they get Karlach's heart fixed and they're all able to leave Avernus.

All three of them finally free of the bonds of servitude, they're able to explore the world. They're free to go where they wish, free to love who they wish, and free to finally choose their own paths and futures, though their choices will always involve being together.

#bat writes #fic idea #astarion #karlach #wyll #bg3 #wyllach #wyllachstarion #wyllstarion #bloodpact #hellspawn #this is actually what the whole doublet thing was tied into when i initially was thinking abt it #bc i'm fascinated by the idea of a dynamic between these three

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randomfanner · 5 months

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Wyll + the Bitchest Bitch to ever Bitch out of the Bitch Plane of Existence SFW Headcanons

So I kept thinking Wyll was crashing my game whenever I talked to him after I rejected him at his dance cutscene. Turns out I just needed to power click x until whatever cutscene was supposed to play was skipped. Now I have Wyll back!

I probably would have done this sooner had it not been for that. He is the Sweetest Prince Charming

Also fuck Mizora. I hate Mizora. I really wish she would get the fuck out of my camp.

Wyll really likes to spar and just practice with wooden rapiers. No stakes, no life or death, just dueling with someone who he is closed to. He loves to teach the kids because it reminds him of that and when they are a bit older then the tiefling children were, he does like to duel the same way.

When he does spar with kids under less horrible circumstances he will play the roll of a big bad villain rather then the Mighty Blade of Frontiers. Of course let them skewer him in the end. Letting them learn and get the feeling of victory.

It feels like passing down lessons the way his father did to him. Wyll truly misses his father and spending time with him more than anything in the world.

If you offered to spar with him he would jump to his feet and he is so excited. He has an extra bit of showmanship, playing the role of a villain who wishes to steal a kiss. He may beat you, just so he may plunder his nefarious rewards.... if he may.

He likes to buy things for the party. His love language is gift and he gifts a lot when you all get back to Baldur's Gate. The shopping trip with Karlach and Astarion happens with Wyll and you if it happens because Wyll wants to buy everyone stuff.

It's a shame the money is pooled/managed by you but please let him take the lead it will make him so happy for this. When he does get money that is solely his he does spend it on everyone else(and fancy wines for himself but shush)

When things have fully calmed down, things have started to be rebuilt and Wyll is allowed to ask for a favor from his father. That favor being gold so he can treat you like the prince(ss) you are.

He will buy you anything you ask. Literally anything. He may also buy something nice for himself.

Before he could buy you things, he liked to bring you small trinkets and flowers he found. He would also buy some of the wines from the kids at Last Light to both encourage their business skills(especially with Rolan being an asshole) and to share with you for later.

He really likes to share his wine with you. It is one of his favorite things to bond with you once you get closer.

Wyll would love to carry you bridal style but unfortunately for our 8 strength friend that is not a realistic possibility on it's own. However Wyll is no strange to using extra forces to cover blind spots, and so he will drink a potion of giant strength to be able to whisk you away.

Now well Wyll is the sweetest man in the world he sometimes does have to deal with the fact he is a devil now. Well he himself has not changes, he may have some new habits he isn't expecting.

it is never anything bad of course. He gets things like wanting to rub his scent on you much like a cat, brushing his nose into your shoulder and giving you a small kiss. Bringing you a fresh blood, cute things he wouldn't have done before.

Also some slightly more territorial things than he would ever do normally... such as pulling you just a tiny bit closer to him. He doesn't even realize he doing it because he isn't a super jealous guy.

Oh he may also have other side effects of being a devil but that is for the NSFW headcanons.

Mizora constantly loves to try and give Wyll horrible, horrible relationship advice. When she is bothering you at camp she will just go to Wyll and tell him he should do things that count as devil courting rituals but to most humans are just attempts at murder.

Wyll of course ignores her and tries to get her to leave him alone, doesn't happen of course it is fucking Mizora. Out of spite he starts going over to court you in the most gentlemanly way possible, not listening to her advice at all.

Mizora also tries to give you unsolicited on what Wyll likes... and of course tries to sew any doubts she can about your relationship. Of course it is best to ignore her and if you can, give Wyll all the positive attention you can.

Mizora will also pop in or have some fiendish force pop up just fuck with any date Wyll may take you on. Perhaps a waiter spills soup in your lap because something tripped him, or maybe the waitress gets a bit bold and flirts with Wyll.

Mizora makes herself such a nuisance at every chance she gets.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #mizora can fuck off #I hate mizora #wyll ravengard #bg3 wyll #wyll x tav #blade of frontiers #baldur gate iii #baldurs gate #wyll x reader

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baldursgat3 · 3 months

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this is exclusively for the anon that said they missed me ilusm it's hard to balance the desire to write with having an adult life lmao but little comments do mean a lot so part 4 of my enemies to lovers is here 😘

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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“I don't know how they expect me to be any different!” Astarion said loudly, pacing a trench into the dirt as he bemoaned his plight. Halsin and Wyll listened sympathetically while Gale attempted to act as though he wasn't just there for the drama of it all.

“I apologized! Me! And they threw it back in my face!” He was angry and frustrated. It took a lot for him to apologize, it was something he likely would've never done were it not for the influence of the people around him now. He barely knew how to give a proper apology and he thought he'd done a rather good job. And you just yelled at him for it.

He ran his hands through his curls, displacing a bit of energy, but certainly not enough to actually calm him down. “What am I supposed to do? What do they want from me? Am I supposed to go back in time? They won't be happy unless I'm dead, so what's the point!?”

“It's not an easy situation to be in.” Wyll spoke up, watching Astarion as he anxiously fidgeted with his hair. “But do you really have to do anything?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean… just avoid them, can't you?” He shrugged awkwardly, tilting his head at him. “If you're not going to get along just don't engage with them.”

Astarion stared at him with a blank expression. The idea of simply letting the situation lie had not crossed his mind, truly. You were here, you were angry with him, and he wasn't allowed to kill you. He didn't know what to do with you, but surely he had to do something.

“Now, this may be a big ask,” Halsin started, almost tepidly. “But you could always just be kind to them anyway. It could go a long way towards repairing the image they have in their head of you.”

Astarion scoffed, rolling his eyes and folding his arms. “Please. You know who you're talking to. I barely do kindness when I like people. I'm not going to go belly up for them when they're yelling at me for something that wasn't my fault in the first place.”

“Maybe that's the problem.” Gale shrugged, cocking his head. “Every time you deflect the blame its only going to make them angrier.”

“It's not my fault!”

Wyll reached out to rest a hand on Astarion's shoulder, receiving a half hearted glare, despite the vampire making no move to get away. “It's not your fault that Cazador forced you to do the things he did, no. And we can discuss whether or not it's fair for them to insist that it is. The fact remains that, in their mind, you and Cazador share the blame for what happened to them.”

“If you're trying to make me feel better, you're doing a terrible job.”

“What I'm saying is that they don't know you.” He continued, his face still soft. Almost like he was trying to rationalize with a child. “They're angry because all they know of you is betrayal. Really, Halsin could be onto something.”

A look of disgust plastered itself onto Astarion's face as he finally pulled back just a step. “Oh and why don't I do a little dance for them too? Write them an apology song?”

Wyll sighed, knowing he was fighting an uphill battle here. “Fine then. Don't be nice to them. Be nice to other people where they can see. Put a different picture in their mind than the one they already have.”

“You want me to put on an act?”

“Are you being deliberately stubborn on purpose or is this really just who you are?” Wyll quirked an eyebrow, an unamused expression on his face.

Astarion only grinned, holding his hands up. “Guilty as charged.” His attitude dropped back into irritation as he shifted his weight. “I'm not going to wander around the camp pretending to be you so they can think I'm a nice person. Besides, putting on some kind of show isn't going to give them an idea of who I am anyway.”

“He has a point.” Gale interjected, entirely unconcerned with the look Wyll shot him. “They won't know the real him if he's just trying to be nice for show. They'll be disappointed when they learn he really is just an asshole.”

“You are not helping, wizard.” Astarion rolled his eyes. “Why should I bother trying to prove them wrong anyway? It's their fault for putting the blame on me.”

“Do you not blame the Gur for putting you in the position Cazador found you in?” Halsin spoke up again, gentler this time.

Astarion almost winced at the question, not liking the implications. “That's different!”

“It is, you're right.” He was trying to take it easy, he knew if the vampire spooked, he'd close right back up and the conversation would be over. “But do you not see the similarities? You both found your way to Cazador through the actions of someone else.”

“They tried to beat me to death! I didn't hurt Fey!”

“Didn't you?”

Astarion's mouth shut tight as he glared at Halsin. He knew the druid was right. That didn't mean he had to like it. “It's not the same. I didn't know he was keeping them. I certainly didn't know he was… eugh… playing with them.”

“We're talking in circles, Astarion. Just listen for a moment, please.” Halsin gave him a sad smile. “Whether you meant to or not, the fact remains that, in their story, you occupy the same position the Gur did in yours.

You both found yourself in an undesirable situation that ended with Cazador tormenting you for decades. Just because their torment was different doesn't mean they suffered less. The heart has no metrics or measurements for sorrow, you're both entitled to your pain. But these moments, this suffering that extends past Cazador's death, these moments are irreplaceable.”

“What are you getting at…?” Astarion asked, not really enjoying the logic he was being presented with.

Halsin’s smile got just a bit warmer as he reached out to touch his arm. “The two of you are remarkably similar. But you've had months away from Cazador to decompress from all the anger you felt.”

“Indeed.” Gale cut in. “I'm not sure you remember but you weren't exactly sunshine and rainbows when we first met.”

“I'm aware.” Astarion snapped as Halsin sighed. “The fact remains that I tried to apologize. They're the one that threw it back in my face. Even if I tried to be nice, they just want me dead!”

“That's what I'm saying, Astarion.” The druid tried again. “They just escaped. This is their first night of freedom. Give it time. But in the meantime, a few acts of kindness might go a long way towards changing their mind.”

Astarion glowered at them for a second, clearly trying to think up some argument. After a moment or two he gave up though, throwing his hands up in defeat with an irritated “Fine. Fine. I'll try to be nicer.” The word almost sounded foreign on his tongue, the way he said it.

He turned around, stalking off to his tent to sulk for the evening. “To a person who hates my fucking guts because all the goody two shoes say I should.”

“That's the spirit!” Wyll called after him, shaking his head. It was hard enough coping with one moody vampire. Now they had two and they didn't even get along. It was interesting, if nothing else.

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While you weren't particularly in the mood for chatting, not even the gods themselves could've kept you shut away in your little tent. You bundled yourself up by the campfire, obviously attempting to shut the rest of the world out. Karlach had gone off to do her own thing to give you some space. And so, you turned back to the book you had been reading.

It wouldn't have been terribly interesting if it weren't the first book you touched in two centuries. It had been so long and you were beyond ecstatic to read anything again, regardless of the actual quality of the content. You were so thoroughly absorbed in your book that you about jumped out of your skin when someone spoke to you.

“Is it decent?” Why the hell was Astarion back, trying to talk to you? Wasn't he off having some kind of guys night? You scowled at him, not responding. He continued anyway. “I had no idea what you liked. I just… remembered you said you liked to read.”

That caught your attention. For probably the first time since you were freed, you looked at him with something other than a seething contempt. Confusion and curiosity took its place now. He had given you those books?

He looked upset and uncomfortable and he kept throwing looks towards his tent, though he lingered. You didn't really want him to stay anyway, you had to respond. You couldn't exactly lie and say you hated them when he had found you completely lost in one.

So you just let out a small huff and turned your attention back to the book. “They're fine.” Your voice was curt and flat but not angry. It was, well… It was a start.

He didn't respond either, simply continuing his brisk walk back into his tent. You peeked up to watch him shut the flap, sealing himself off from the world. Good. You didn't want to see him anyway.

Besides, you were angry. That's right. How did he remember you liked to read but he couldn't remember your name? No, he was a terrible person. One little gift of some measly, bargain bin romance novels and a paint by numbers adventure story? That was hardly enough to even begin considering forgiveness.

Why were you even thinking about the word? You had sworn long, long ago - back when it was just you and Sebastian in that rotten prison - you had sworn you would hate Astarion until your last undying breath. Forgiveness wasn't a thought that should've even made it onto your radar.

You stared at the book in your hands, struggling now to continue reading. Your anger bubbled up inside of you, making it difficult. How were you supposed to keep reading this, knowing where it came from? Knowing who had given it to you?

But you wanted to keep reading. Even if it wasn't a great book, it was something. You tried to ignore the anger, to ignore the little voice that kept reminding you who had given it to you. A smaller voice popped up suddenly. Maybe we should just let some of the anger go?

No. No you were still furious, how could you even imagine being anything less? This must've been his game. He did this on purpose didn't he? Your hands trembled as they gripped the book tightly. He gave you the books, knowing how excited you'd be, and then he'd ruin that excitement. That had to be it. Gods he was such a monster.

Still… you were so close to the ending. Go back to thinking Karlach gave them to you, it's fine. It worked decently enough. You could push the anger down enough to power through the rest of the book. It wasn't quite the same though, your anger had tainted it. You weren't enjoying it anymore. He had even taken reading from you, how cruel.

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Astarion sighed, staring at the roof of his tent as he laid out on his bedroll. Had that been a nice thing to do? This was already fucking impossible. How did people like Wyll do this all the time?

Honestly, he had secretly been a little excited to see you reading one of the books he'd given you. It's was perhaps even a bit of a secret to himself.

He didn't remember much, it was hard to keep a thousand victims straight, but he remembered why you were at the tavern in the first place. He remembered feeling a pang of guilt when you had told him that you were there in an attempt to branch out and be more social. It hadn't felt great, knowing that if only you'd been less social, perhaps you would've lived a long happy life.

The books were his first attempt at some kind of peace offering. Before you had even woken up, he'd slipped in and dropped off a few that he figured were generic enough to appeal to anyone.

And he hadn't missed the look of confusion he'd gotten. It was an improvement from the boiling anger he'd been receiving. Maybe it had been a good move? Maybe it would open the doorway to more conversations? He could ask you what kind of books you actually liked. He had amassed a decent collection for himself over the last several months.

He liked reading. He had never been barred from it, when he had nothing better to do at least. He'd spent plenty of time trying to use books to escape the nightmare of life under his former master. Perhaps this was his in road with you?

Maybe the boys had been right. Maybe a little kindness did go a long way. It really wasn't even that hard. He had nailed that interaction as far as he was concerned.

He closed his eyes with a small sigh. A part of him hated that he had ever suggested you tag along with them. It was making his life so much more difficult. He had just killed his tormentor, shouldn't he be on cloud nine?

Still, things were beginning to look up, he figured. Tomorrow he'd mention his collection and ask if there was something you might like. Maybe he could even stop by a bookshop and-

What? No. Gods, don't get carried away. You still hated him. Just because he'd done one nice thing didn't mean that was all gone. He hated that he even cared. He wouldn't have cared before all of this Absolute nonsense. That's what he got for making friends and caring about people.

Take it easy. He would just ask you if you wanted a certain type of book, that's all. Something small. You couldn't get mad over something like that. What could possibly go wrong?

#astarion x reader #astarion #bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x oc

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grandmother-goblin · 2 months

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writing patterns tag game

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @razrogue (Ahhh thank you so much for tagging me!)

I don't have 10 fics so I'll post what I have and some WIPs!

Field Study (Astarion x Female!Tav, Astarion's POV, NSFW): Fear had a way of leaving scars on the mind like blows left bruises and cuts on the skin. No amount of wine could wash away his nightmare, but that did not stop Astarion from trying.

Simple Magic (Gale x Female!Tav, Gale's POV, NSFW): A quiet knock on the door to his room pulled Gale out of the book he was reading. He bookmarked his page with a Sorcerer's Sundries receipt and got to his feet, his muscles aching from hours of disuse. “Just a moment,” he called and stretched his arms above his head, trying to wake his body.

When Soap Isn't Enough (Astarion x Female!Tav, Astarion's POV, SFW): Astarion tilted his head back onto the lip of the bathtub and closed his eyes, enjoying the heat of the clean water and the soothing aroma of lavender scented bath oil. It was technically his second bath of the evening. The first one had been dedicated to ridding himself of so much filth he was surprised he was allowed through the doors of the Elfsong. The second was just for his own sanity.

Savoring the Sunrise (Astarion x Female!Tav, Astarion's POV, NSFW): Mornings had quickly become Astarion’s favorite time of day ever since he could stand in the sun once more. Sunrise used to mean running indoors or underground, or tiptoeing through shadows. It used to spell the end of his tireless nights slaving for Cazador and the beginnings of his daily torment. Dawn used to be just another bitter reminder of the endless cycle of his inescapable hell. Now it meant so much more.

The Best Kind of Gift (Gale x Female!Tav, Gale's POV, NSFW): Four hours ago. Gale was supposed to have been home four hours ago.

Just Watch the Fireworks (Astarion x Female!Reader, Reader's POV, NSFW): Firework shows over Grey Harbor happened only a couple of times a year in Baldur’s Gate. Bright, massive, loud displays that boomed over the whole city and illuminated the night sky in dazzling arrays of colors and lights.

Apotheosis (Halsin x Female!Tav, Dual POV, NSFW): It was only a week ago that Halsin was convinced that Zilvira was interested in him. There hadn’t been a single shadow of doubt in his mind. In fact, it would have been difficult for him to believe she wasn’t interested in him. That knowledge wasn’t just ego or vanity talking: it was years of experience.

WIP! Enough Time for Us (Wyll x Female!Reader, Reader's POV, NSFW): “You should have seen them, Alfira!” Lakrissa said far too loudly. She clumsily set her empty goblet of wine down on the table you shared with her, Alfira, and Wyll. “You’re going to have to write a song about this. Maybe two. I don’t think all of their heroics could fit into just one.” The light from the glowing hearth in the middle of Last Light Inn gave Lakrissa a mischievous glint to her eyes that told you everything you needed to know: she was trying to embarrass you.

WIP! Spikes, Scales and... Shovel (Wyll x Female!Tav, Tav's POV, SFW): “When do we kill ‘em?” Shovel asked, her big, black, bug-like eyes gazing up at Klixic with all the innocence of a puppy begging for a piece of chicken. “There’s even little tiefs. Just a tiny murder? Please? Shovel has been so good.”

Personally, I don't see too much of a pattern, but maybe I'm just blind to it because I'm the writer lol

I don't know who to tag for this that hasn't already been tagged! Tagging anyone who wants to do this (tag me if you do so I can see)!

#tag game #bg3 fanfiction #grandmother goblin grumbles

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