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nanamimizz · 5 months

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tags: fluff, sfw, spoilers for shadowheart’s story quest/romance line, reader is some sort of rouge/assassin in the past, set in act 3, mention of gore and canon typical violence. written for @prettyboykatsuki accidentally. sorry pookie.

synopsis: it leaves her breathless how easily it comes to you to care for her and her own.

Shadowheart leaves the House of Grief with a heavy heart, and heavier hands as she leads her mother and father to the camp she has made with you. It’s unusual, she thinks she has her father’s face and her mother’s eyes. It’s hard to look at them for too long, as each glance their way means another terrible memory plucked by the hands of gods to mock her despite it all.

She awakes to the sound of a knife scraping. She knows that sound, she thinks - the sound of it cutting through flesh until it meets bone and still cutting even more. When green eyes focus from the blur of sleep Shadowheart follows the sound to your bedroom; separate from hers in the Elfsong Tavern. The sun peeks from the windows and Shadowheart thinks the sun rises only to flush you in pastel pink and oranges.

You’re sitting there, still in your sleep clothes and your hair falls around your ears in a way that makes her heart sigh. You are quick to find her, turning your head with the fluidity of an owl to meet her gaze. Shadowheart isn’t surprised - you’re just like her, hiding in the shadows from the pain of the light. It’s hard to believe it at times, Shadowheart thinks the sun and moon exist only to paint your skin.

You say her name, she responds and she is at your side sooner than she’d like to admit. Sitting next to you, curling into herself to be as small as she likes ; you bring out that side of her like peeling the oranges you shared with her last night at supper.

“What are you doing?” Shadowheart asks you and you jut your head to trays filled with food. Bowls of porridge, cups of water and peeled apple’s perfectly cut. Her gaze follows an invisible line and lands to your own hands and finds you carefully peeling a third apple. You hold the knife delicately, deliberately as you let your thumb rest on the back of the blade. The sound of the blade cutting through the fruit is not the same scraping noise that cutting through flesh makes. Shadowheart swallows as she lets that memory go and replaces it with how you peel away at the apple.

The sound is soft, and there is no blood, only soft bubbling sweet juice that drips onto your fingers. She leans her weight onto you and sits in the silence. It’s easy how simple it is for her to imagine doing this with you sitting on a porch to a cottage you share. It makes her heart sing and ache all the same.

The sweet silence is broken by you - your voice timid and shy. It makes her smile for she has never heard you sound like that.

“It’s for your parents. They are eager to help at camp but they deserve some free time after everything. I’m planning on going out later to get better clothes for them.” You list off, eyes wide as you peer down at her. You swallow and lick your lips.

You are nervous, she realizes as her smile never slips.

“Do you want to come? Your parents can come too. Just the four of us.” What you left unsaid is brought to life on her lips.

“Like a family.”

You nod. It’s painful for you too.

“Like a family…if you feel you are ready for something like that.” You add and her heart softens, shining like the silver of her hair from your gentle consideration. She takes her hand in yours, your thumb going to rub at the faint scar on the curve of her palm. Your touch is gentle, soft like the wind in her hair so unlike the pain of Shar’s caress.

Shadowheart allows her whole cheek to be placed against your shoulder.

“I’d like that…I’m ready for that.”

You squeeze her palm, goosebumps rising alongside her flesh at how warm your flesh is - her tender and soft warmth in a world filled with cold darkness. Shadowheart lets her lips settle on your fabric covered shoulder and lingers to pour all her love for you through a single action. She parts without wanting to but smiles at you and says she’ll wake her parents. You smile back and utter that you love her.

Shadowheart repeats it and as she walks through the doorway to the other rooms where her parents are resting for the first time in a long time the walls change and it’s easy for her to imagine the same little cottage filled with nothing but you and the care you give her.

#lamb.writes #shadowheart x reader #shadowheart x tav #bg3 x reader #bg3 x tav #shadowheart fluff

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dailyunstableeve · 1 month

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Fluff and Angst

Shadowheart x reader (no specific gender)

My maladaptive daydream made me write this. No proofread.

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You woke up with Shadowheart next to you, you couldn't tell how long she was looking at you sleeping. You didn't question anything and just pull her closer to you, snuggle up with her, embracing her warmth. This isn't the first time you wake up with Shadowheart looking at you, you remembered the first time, she told you, “you look so adorable when you sleep and I want to take in the peace we fight so hard to get and now we're here next to each other with nothing to worried about.”

Shadowheart gave you a kiss on the forehead and both of you drifted back to the dreams with you in her arms.

When you wake up again, you're no longer in the embrace of Shadowheart. You were in confusion for a few minutes until you smelled the scent of freshly baked bread, the bittersweet of coffee’s scent coming from the kitchen. You quickly wash up yourself and skip your way towards the kitchen, excited like always to eat Shadowheart’s cooking.

“Look who finally woken up,” you made your way next to Shadowheart, she gave you a quick morning kiss and passed you a plate of mixed fruits, you made your way to the back door and got welcomed by all of the animals both you and Shadowheart adopted.

“Good morning to you all,” you chuckled as you watched all of them circling around you, you picked a space and placed the fruit plate on the floor. The pets couldn't wait anymore, they were already digging in.

You returned to Shadowheart, hugging her from her back, planting soft kisses on her neck, wondering when the breakfast would be done. You turn into a koala bear, you cling onto Shadowheart everywhere she goes until both of you are seated down by the dining table.

After breakfast, Shadowheart and you will have only different duties, she will be grooming the pets while you'll be cleaning up the house.

You looked at the art portraits of you and Shadowheart painted for each other by the fireplace while you're cleaning. You remembered that day, both of you used the shade of the tree to block out the sun, holding hands, watching the pets running free on the field. You brought out the paints and two empty canvases, challenging her to paint, then let the pet pick who painted better.

You painted the colourful flower field with Shadowheart standing in the middle, how the wind gently blowing by, lifting the silk of the dress along with it, Shadowheart had her hair down, white as snow, pure, looking like a princess who finally discovered freedom.

As for Shadowheart, she painted the moment when you, her and all the other party members reunited again, the joy on your face, the hair that she braided for you that night, the perfect details.

The competition was a close call when Shadowheart asked all the pets to pick who’s the winner. Shadowheart won the competition because of the squirrel she adopted a few months ago. The squirrel has been your little enemy since then, all because she kept on sticking onto Shadowheart whenever you wanted to hang out with her. Months passed, you and the squirrel made peace, all thanks to the speak to animal potion, both of you talk out the terms.

Time flies fast when you’re focused, the chores have been done so you and Shadowheart decided to sit out at the bench, enjoying the afternoon breeze. You rested on Shadowheart’s shoulder as she rested on top of your head, enjoying the cold tea you have brewed while cleaning up the house.

Since Shadowheart had made breakfast for the day, you take the turn to cook dinner. Shadowheart would sit on the counter, sipping her favourite wine, drinking the sight of you cooking. Whenever you pass her just to grab something, you will take a chance to steal a few kisses from her. Meantime, she will tell you about all the adorable things the pets did during the day, and you can hear the pets responding to Shadowheart’s comments from their shed just by the kitchen window, you will just laugh along because Shadowheart will try to argue back with the pets while she basically on the losing side but that doesn’t stop them to have a cute interaction.

After dinner, both of you will take a walk by the beach, taking off the shoes, allowing the sea to brush through both of your feet, the coldness that brings refreshment. Holding hands, walking next to each other, Shadowheart would look at you with those lovely eyes, listening to every word you say, perhaps some old story you haven’t told her yet, she listens to it all.

You and Shadowheart ended your day filled with activities, it’s time to hit the bed. The squirrel will be sleeping in above both yours and Shadowheart’s head, you feel the warmth from Shadowheart’s hand, running gently on your arm, causing a little tickling sensation. You would try to ask her to stop, despite you enjoying it, having Shadowheart’s touch on you, makes you feel alive, belonged.

You snuggled up to Shadowheart, you could hear her calm heartbeat, like a lullaby. Shadowheart gave you a kiss on the forehead and fell asleep together.

Morning arrived, you opened your eyes, finding yourself alone on your bed. You got out from your bed, washing up yourself then sit in front of your study table, turning on your computer, staring at your screen as a voice played,

“Good, I was just starting to miss the sound of your voice.”

#bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #shadowheart x reader #shadowheart fanfic #shadowheart fluff #shadowheart #shadowheart fic

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oceanmusings · 5 months

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Pretty Girl

Pairing | Shadowheart x Prisma

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

Word Count | 606

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

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

“Pretty.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I am speaking truth.” her lover pouted.

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

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

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

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

“See! Y-you are pretty!”

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

“What do I get if I do?”

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

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

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m00nlight-ramblings · 3 months

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I Feel Pretty

Shadowheart and Lae'zel spend the night in camp doing each other's makeup...hijinks ensure

Pairing: Shadowheart x Lae'zel (no romance)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1k

Requested: yes

A/N: okay i love these two together!!!!! We need more platonic friendship fics! Just a reminder, graphic made by me, I do not give permission for my work (graphic and writing) to be shared without my permission.

“Tsk – I do not understand why there is even such a thing as this.” Lae’zel spoke, her voice dripping with distain. Shadowheart knew this was all a farce, however, because before she even asked her, Lae’zel closed her eyes, eagerly awaiting the eyeliner Shadowheart was about to apply.

“Because it’s fun, Lae’zel,” Shadowheart smirked, running the eyeliner pencil gently over Lae’zel’s eyes, “And because it enhances our features – don’t you want to enhance your beauty?”

“No,” Lae’zel immediately answered, “I am already my most beautiful self. I need no enhancement.”

“Ooooo-kay,” Shadowheart drew out, immediately retracting the pencil, “Then I’ll stop -”

“No!” Lae’zel said, opening her eyes. She grabbed Shadowheart’s wrist lightly, “Don’t stop…” She looked down, slightly embarrassed, “…it feels nice.”

Shadowheart, smiling smugly, started to trace Lae’zel’s eyes once more, “That’s what I thought.” She murmured, concentrating on her eyes again. Lae’zel huffed, but didn’t say anything else. Working for a few moments in peaceful silence, Lae’zel spoke up again.

“Thank you,” She said, softly, “This is new. But it is…nice. I…appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome,” Shadowheart offered, “It’s nice to have something to do that doesn’t involve blood and trying to kill parasites.” She put the eyeliner down and picked up some rouge, dipping her finger in the pale pint pot.

“But I enjoy blood and trying to kill parasites,” Lae’zel said, “So I do not understand how I can also like this.”

Shadowheart sighed, “Because you have the ability to contain multitudes. Just because you enjoying murdering – maybe a little too much? – doesn’t mean you can’t also enjoy lipstick.”

“Hmm.” She replied thoughtfully, puckering her lips in thought.

In a rare move, the party had a night where there was no blood from battle to wash off, or journey to continue. Able to take a break for the evening to do whatever their heart saw fit, Lae’zel had approached Shadowheart, asking about the coloring on her eyelids, wanting to know more. Cut to twenty minutes later, Shadowheart was practically straddling Lae’zel, giving her a full makeover with every arsenal in her makeup box.

“Okay, now just for some color on your lips, and you’ll be done.” Shadowheart said, bringing out a dark, ruby color. Lae’zel looked at it, her eyes widening. When Shadowheart saw this, she chuckled, “Trust me. It will look nice.”

“Okay…” Lae’zel nodded, “And after you’re done, it’s your turn.”

“…what?” Shadowheart asked, taken back a bit. Quizzically, she looked at Lae’zel.

“After you are done painting my face, I shall paint yours.” Lae’zel said, speaking as if Shadowheart was a child. Shadowheart pursed her lips, applying the lipstick.

“…alright.” Even though she was fearful of what she would end up looking like, she agreed. After all, it was very rare that her and Lae’zel shared in similar interests, so this moment in camp was very nice.

As soon as she was done with Lae’zel’s lipstick, Astarion walked by, coming back from a hunt. He stopped in his tracks, looking between the two of them. He smirked and tilted his head, his eyes glittering.

“…what are you two up to?”

“Shadowheart is painting my face because I can enjoy both murder and lipstick.” Lae’zel replied.

“…okay.” Astarion said, furrowing his brows and walking away.

Lae’zel stared at him as he walked away, and excitedly turned to Shadowheart, “My turn.” She said mischievously, her eyes widening at Shadowheart’s makeup box. Picking up a coal stick for eyeshadow, she motioned for Shadowheart to close her eyes. Begrudgingly, she closed her eyes and almost immediately felt an intense pressure on her eyelids.

“Ouch! Not so hard…you can do it really lightly to transfer the color.”

“Apologies.” Lae’zel grumbled, pulling the stick back. Then, Shadowheart felt a light pressure, rubbing back and forth, After a moment, Lae’zel’s finger was rubbing the coal in, extending much farther out on Shadowheart’s face than just her eyelids.

“Blush.” Lae’zel grunted as Shadowheart opened her eyes. When Shadowheart could see again, she saw Lae’zel grinning from ear to ear, obviously enjoying herself with the makeup. Taking the blush, she scooped a dollop much more than necessary out of the pot. She smeared it on Shadowheart’s face, murmuring under her breath.

“Um, Lae’zel-”

“Shhh!” Lae’zel shushed Shadowheart, furrowing her brows in concentration. She pulled back, examining her work. Rubbing in the blush a little more, she nodded in approval and pursed her lips. “Lipstick. Then done.”

She grabbed the lipstick – a bright, pink shade Shadowheart hadn’t touched in years – and made a kissing face, forcing Shadowheart to mimic it. Slowly, Shadowheart puckered her lips and Lae’zel rubbed the lipstick on her. After about 10 swipes on each lip, Shadowheart was starting to feel like she had an excess of oil on her lips, and was about to try and interrupt Lae’zel again. Suddenly, Lae’zel pulled away, her eyes shimmering.

“Beautiful.” Lae’zel whispered, smiling. She got up and went to her tent, and Shadowheart could hear her rummaging around. Astarion made his way over again, the same playful smirk playing on his lips.

“Ah!” He gasped when he finally got close enough, “Hells, you look like that Dribbles the Clown fellow…after he was decapitated.”

“Shhh!” Shadowheart shushed him, rolling her eyes, “It’s all in good fun, Astarion. Let Lae’zel relax a little, okay?”

Lae’zel returned with a mirror, holding it up too close to Shadowheart’s face, “You are stunning. A vision.”

Shadowheart looked in the mirror and winced, Astarion’s Dribble the Clown comment making sense. Just past the mirror, Lae’zel smiled, waiting for Shadowheart’s opinion. Smiling the best she could – without making the lipstick crack – Shadowheart nodded.

“Verrryyyy niiiiice.” She said, giving Lae’zel a thumbs up. Lae’zel clapped.

“I like lipstick. But I also like murder! This is fun. Can we do this again tomorrow night?” Lae’zel asked. Astarion snickered and raised his eyebrows at Shadowheart, who sighed and nodded.

“Yes, we can do it again tomorrow.”

Lae’zel smiled again and took the mirror back to her tent, leaving Astarion alone with Shadowheart. She eyed him, crossing her arms.

“I wouldn’t be to fast to tease me, Astarion,” She started, smirking, “Because tomorrow night, I’ll let Lae’zel do your makeup.”

#baldurs gate 3 #shadowheart #shadowheart bg3 #shadowheart imagine #shadowheart fluff #shadowheart fanfic #laezel #laezel fanfic #laezel bg3 #laezel fan fiction #shadowheart fan fiction

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superhaught · 30 days

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Subterfuge

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairing: Shadowheart x Walker (OC/Tav)

Warnings: nudity but no smut

Word Count: 3700, Part 1/?

A/N: I've had this bad boy collecting dust for quite some time now. It was originally part of a longer piece but I wanted to just post this chunk. Walker is my first Tav. He's a half wood-elf Paladin. He's trans. He's everything to me. You'll also notice me provide some reasoning for always re-classing Shadowheart as a tempest cleric, lol. Anyhoo, please enjoy and lmk if ya wanna see more Shadowheart love!

Tagging @gothimp and @optiwashere in the hopes that y'all will enjoy this?? <3

Thunder rumbled through the area as heavy winds battered the walls of Shadowheart’s tent. This was the first storm they have had to weather on their journey and she was kept awake by the sounds.

She was never one to be fearful of storms, but this particular storm felt imposing. Perhaps it was made worse by being separated from the elements with only a waxed canvas tent rather than the security of a building. While storms were in the domain of other gods, she always felt that the dark clouds were sent by her Lady Shar. She tried to channel that into her magic by calling upon clouds of darkness to send her Lady’s rage in the form of thunder, lightning and ice upon her enemies.

It was in this moment of not being able to find rest when Shadowheart realized that their groups’ leader was likely still outside, unsheltered and keeping watch through the brutal storm. She sighed and mumbled out loud, “that idiot,” before wrapping a blanket around herself and peeking her head out of her tent.

She was, unfortunately, right. Walker sat on the log by where they’d normally have a fire burning, but instead he was staring at a steaming pile of coal while wrapped in a drenched wool blanket. She could see that he was shivering though he would likely never admit it.

She called out to him, “You donkey! Get inside!”

He whipped around and faced her, teeth chattering and curly hair dripping wet, “I can’t! I’m keeping watch!”

“We will survive one night without your vigilance, if you don’t come inside you’ll get sick at the very least and we can’t have that, or worse. Come on!”

He stared at her indignantly.

“Come here.” She demanded.

Walker faced an internal battle between keeping watch as was his duty, and following orders like the good soldier he was. He eventually decided on the latter, “Fine. I see no reason to argue with you.” He began to stand up.

“Good. That will serve you well in the future.” Shadowheart held the tent flaps open for him when he approached and then closed the tent back up tightly once he was inside. He had to duck slightly to fit his taller frame comfortably in the space of the tent.

Up close, Shadowheart could clearly see the bluish tint to his lips and that he had been soaked through all of his clothing.

“Strip.” She instructed simply.

“What?” A flush appeared on his cheeks as he gave her a surprised expression.

She rolled her eyes, “It’s not like that you fool, you can’t sleep in sopping wet clothes. Come on now.” She began to push the blanket off of his shoulders and let it fall in a wet heap to the floor.

He nodded while shivering and began to shyly lift his shirt off.

Shadowheart had meant what she said of course, she had no intention of exploring sensuality with him in this moment, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t indulge in a few glances at his body while he undressed in front of her.

Her eyes followed the bottom hem of his shirt as he lifted it and exposed his abdomen. He was incredibly toned and honestly, too attractive for his own good. And, she wasn’t ignorant to how his endless humility only made him more desirable.

His shirt came off and he added it to the blanket in a wet pile.

Shadowheart cast a simple cantrip, producing a wisp of flame in the palm of her hand in an effort to warm the air in the tent.

Walker undid the laces of his trousers and pulled them down, letting the wet fabric pool around his ankles before stepping out of them. He then bent down and gathered all of his wet garments in his arms and put them somewhere out of the way. He let out a sigh as he started to warm up.

Shadowheart doused the flame in her hand and then moved tentatively to place her hand on his upper arm. He shuddered at the warmth that her palm retained from the spell and at the touch she gave him.

Walker's eyes fell closed as he unconsciously leaned a little closer to her, “You’re so… warm…” he mumbled.

“Come here, then.”

Shadowheart reached for him more definitively now, pulling him fully into an embrace. He couldn’t help but let out a whimper as she held him close and he tucked his face into the crook of her neck.

His skin was freezing. She considered her next words carefully, trying to strike a balance between genuine concern for his safety and a little bit of interest, “You know,” she offered, “hypothermia is best avoided by skin-to-skin contact.”

Walker did not respond for a few seconds as his mind raced to understand this enigma of a woman. Then he just sputtered, “I… I…”

“Calm yourself. It’s only an offer. Would you like to take me up on it?”

All Walker could do was nod sheepishly.

Shadowheart smirked but hid it from him. She let go of him and then began to undress herself as well. She sloughed her leather top off of her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She relished in the feeling of having Walker’s eyes so obviously on her exposed torso.

She gave him a sly smile and then hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and underwear and slid them down her legs before kicking everything aside. She watched as Walker’s gaze followed her movements.

“Like what you see, paladin?”

Her words startled him and he looked back up to her eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat.

“You can say so,” she continued, “I don’t mind.”

He nodded, “You’re… gorgeous.”

She stepped forward and placed her hand on his abs, sliding her fingers down over his muscles, following the trail of hair that graced the center of his taut stomach. He gasped and shuddered as her delicate fingers danced over a hip bone and teased as the very edge of his briefs.

“You’re sweet… and not so bad to look at, yourself.”

“Shadowheart…” he breathed, “Wha-… what is this?”

She looked up at him, “Whatever you want it to be, Walker.”

She watched the shy, nervousness leave him in an instant and the sweet thing standing before her was suddenly the confident man she had come to know in battle.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

She smiled and nodded in response. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her body close to his and captured her lips in a kiss. It wasn’t the soft and chaste kiss they had already shared, but it wasn’t hard either. It communicated a deeper want without being overpowering.

Gods how she loved when he acted on the things that he really wanted.

The paladin had done nothing but surprise her since they first met. When he saved her life on the Mindflayer nautiloid she expected that he was good. She wasn’t wrong about that at all. He was, first and foremost, a good man. Sometimes to an irritating degree. He had insisted that they help the Tiefling refugees in the grove. Insisted that they involve themselves in the local hags’ business to rescue that girl, Mayrina. Insisted on rescuing Volo from a fate he simply brought onto himself. Insisted on talking with every animal they came across. And yet, she couldn’t complain because his focus on their larger goal of finding a solution to their tadpole problem never wavered.

As a result of his good-nature, she expected him to, at the least, be wary of her faith in Shar once he knew the truth, and at worst, outright condemn her for it. But his reaction was neither. Where some of the other companions looked at her with doubt, he only expressed kindness and genuine curiosity. He asked her questions and graciously allowed her to correct any misunderstandings he had. He never pried. He never judged. He never insulted. It became easy to trust him after that, which surprised her.

He surprised her in a myriad of ways as they dove into the goblin encampment. He understood her discomfort with being in a temple to Selune despite the fact that untold years had passed since actual worship of the Moonwitch took place there. She watched as the man got down on his knees and groveled to a filthy goblin just so that he could deftly sneak a lightly magical ring off of the creatures’ toe by kissing it. She watched as he stripped his armor off and submitted to a religious beating from a priest of Loviatar for truly, no good reason. There was a moment when she wondered if he only did it because he thought she might enjoy the spectacle, but she dropped that foolish notion from her mind quickly, surely he wouldn’t.

She used the tadpole connection to share a memory with him. Her only memory. The one thing she had left, wherein she was nothing more than a scared and vulnerable little girl. She didn’t know why exactly she shared it with him, she just felt… compelled somehow. She knew that he would be kind and honestly, she just felt like she needed that. When the playback of the memory ended, he took her hand in his and gave her a reassuring squeeze and thanked her for sharing, while giving her that sweet smile and an unspoken but nonetheless understood, “I’ve got you.”

It was then that Shadowheart knew it would be hard, impossible even, to escape her attraction to him.

But even with all of that, she expected him to fall for someone like Karlach or Wyll. Someone kind and soft, like him. But he surprised her in that regard, too. He had shared a bottle of wine with her one night and he kissed her for the first time. He kissed her. She was as shocked as she was elated, but she expected him to regret it the following morning. He didn’t. He just looked at her with those puppy dog eyes of his and said that he wanted more with her in the future. And who was she to deny such a kind request from their heroic leader?

Sometime in between then and now, the most shocking thing of all occurred. The paladin broke his oath. Shadowheart didn’t catch when or how it happened, but one morning he awoke as an Oathbreaker and although she had a million questions for him, they hadn’t talked about it. He hadn’t changed, really. He was still the same, good man. Still a beacon of light and hope. Still respectful of life and nature, just a little… off. He offered a little less healing and a little more violence. He had something darker at his disposal, but he was still him. If he had simply made a mistake along the way in all of the chaos they were up against, she wondered why he wouldn’t just atone and immediately retake his oath. If something deeper had genuinely changed for him, like no longer aligning with the ideals of his oath, she expected to see evidence of that, but she never did. Regardless, she didn’t feel like it was her place to ask and she felt that he would tell her if he wanted to. Not knowing gnawed at her all the same, though.

But now, here she was, naked in her tent, kissing this beautiful and confusing man, wondering why this attraction she felt was all-consuming and hoping against all hope that he wouldn’t change his mind about her.

His hands moved upwards to hold her face. He kissed her more and more and she felt herself melting in his grasp. The storm outside and his touch clouded her senses such that any thoughts and anxieties left her behind. She could only feel his impossibly soft lips and his gentle, yet battle-hardened hands. She could only feel his pulse throbbing in his neck and his shiver as she traced the contours of his chest with her index finger. She could only feel him pull her closer and bury his fingers into her hair.

He surprised her again as he effortlessly picked her up and then laid her down on the bedroll, hovering over top of her as he continued to kiss her lips. She would have given herself freely to him that night but he never took more. He only pressed his lips to hers in an incomprehensible number of sweet, adoring and reverent kisses, until he finally opened his eyes again and stared at her for a minute while catching his breath.

“That… you’re incredible…” he said.

She smiled, “Are you feeling warmer, now?”

He chuckled and nodded, “Yes, very. Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

His cheeks flushed. He was back to being awkward and not knowing what to do next. She decided to save him from himself and said, “Come here, silly,” offering her arms out.

He nodded and laid down and embraced her strongly. They got comfortable beneath the blankets and snuggled. Shadowheart naturally found herself resting her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. Her heart just about burst when he placed a tender kiss on her forehead as he drifted off to sleep. This night was sweet and intimate and unlike anything she ever dreamed of experiencing in her life.

She almost missed it. A poorly timed rumble of thunder outside obscured part of his sleepy, mumbled confession. But once she processed the words he had uttered, she felt a vice grip her heart.

“I love you.” He had said. Quiet, half-asleep, whispered against her head.

Shadowheart’s mind raced. It was so soon. Too soon. Less than two tendays of even knowing each other. He barely knew anything about her, how could he so easily say such a thing?

She didn’t have to respond. He wouldn’t expect a response. It would be easy to pretend that she hadn’t heard him at all. The words can disappear into the night, no harm no foul.

Her attraction to him was clear. She even felt affection, care, for him. She liked how good he was. She liked his kindness. His strength. But love? Did she love him?

A crack of lightning lit the sky and the wound on her hand flared with searing pain. Shar. There she was. Using pain instead of words to make her point clear. Shadowheart tried her best to understand. She really did. That could not be denied. The proper conclusion was that the physical pain she felt now was a reminder of the emotional pain she’d feel later if she fostered this attachment any further. Exchanged glances were fine. Kisses in the night were fine. Even sex would be fine so long as it was meaningless. But anything more? Dangerous. Undoubtedly.

Shadowheart stared at the ceiling of her tent and tried not to stir so that she wouldn’t wake him. She needed him. He kept her safe. He would help her complete her mission. He was the only true ally she had. The only one she trusted. So she couldn’t just walk away. But she didn’t want to lose this either. She didn’t want to break his heart by saying, “I think we’ve gotten too close, let’s just keep focus on the mission.” That would be a betrayal to herself, a lie.

The wound seared again. She bit her lip hard to stifle the cry of pain that threatened to escape. If he knew how she was hurting over him, he would feel so guilty.

She could make this work, she thought. Subterfuge. Stealth. Stolen affections with this man wouldn’t hurt. Her mind would soon be occupied by learning more about the Dark Justiciar presence in this area, anyways. Lady Shar could indulge Shadowheart having someone to share a tent with for companionship when the rest of her, almost all of her, was so devoted to serving the Dark Lady. It would work. It would be okay.

She made a silent vow then, that if she was ever capable of giving and receiving love, it would be with him. She would never let him go, no matter how badly it hurt. The pain she could take, but though she was loath to admit it, she didn’t know that she would ever be able to bear the loss of him. Not after knowing what having him felt like.

Shadowheart finally let her eyes close as she snuggled in closer to Walker. With a few deep breaths, the pain was put away in a box somewhere in the back of her mind where she could ignore it. His scent. His heartbeat. His soft skin. All of that felt so, so much stronger than the pain.

She woke to soft kisses peppering her cheeks. For a minute, she just relished in it while pretending to still be asleep so that he wouldn’t stop so soon, but then his lips drifted closer to her ear and started to kiss along the edge of it and it tickled and felt amazing and over stimulating and she couldn’t help but squirm and giggle and she gasped, “Careful! Sensitive ears!”

He just smiled and whispered to her, “I know…”

She rolled over and cuddled into him and he started to massage her neck and back without her even asking for it and she immediately melted. She let out a long sigh and said, “Lady of Sorrows guide me… gods… what did I do to deserve that?”

“Nothing at all, love. You shall not need to do anything to deserve my affections.”

There was that word again. Now a pet name. The closeness. The tenderness. The love. It was all getting dangerously close to being too much for her to handle. She wanted it… gods she wanted it… but the doubt was in whether she really could get away with having it.

“Walker…” she began.

“Yes?” His morning voice was like the finest wine she could imagine. It was deep and rich. She wanted to drown in that voice. It was far too easy for him to knock her legs out from under her. That’s why it was so risky, she realized. If he ever came all the way between her and Shar…

No. She couldn’t think like that. Not now.

“Nothing. Nevermind. Just… keep touching me like that.”

Their morning in the tent somehow simultaneously felt like it lasted multiple, blissful years, and less than a second.

The shape of a one-horned Tiefling materialized outside and called out, “Hey Shads, the suns up already! Dontcha gotta commune or whatever? Also, we don’t know where Walker is, have you seen him?”

Walker was about to announce his presence when Shadowheart quickly put a finger over his lips to shush him and said, “I’ll be right out, Karlach. And, I’m sure he’s around, probably took cover somewhere nearby from the storm last night.”

Walker turned and looked at her with a confused expression as Karlach's sliouette shrugged and walked away.

“I’m not ashamed,” Shadowheart whispered, “I just don’t want the whole camp to get the wrong idea about the time we’re spending together. Is that okay?”

Walker nodded and whispered back, “Okay.”

“Also, they’re all idiots if they haven’t noticed your pile of clothes outside the tent yet. But, if they have noticed and they’re just teasing, I don’t want to add fuel to the fire.”

He nodded again. She didn’t know if she was making sense to him, but she appreciated that he went along with it nonetheless. She didn’t know if she was making much sense to herself, either. She just knew that she wasn’t ready to face the reactions of everyone else to their… coupling? Their courtship? She didn’t even know what to call it. But she felt that the more people who knew, the realer it became, and the more likely it would be that she’d have to put an end to it lest her Lady deem it to be too much of a distraction. For now, this was just for them and the four walls of her tent. She prayed that Walker could sense that without her needing to say it.

Walker kissed her softly one last time and then slipped out of the tent easily enough. Everyone was gathered around the campfire enjoying breakfast so they didn’t notice him quietly get new clothes from the storage chest then dart into the treeline to get redressed before making a big show of coming back to the camp, acting like he had slept in the woods.

Shadowheart had begun her morning prayers by then but she couldn’t help opening one eye slightly when she heard his voice again as he joined the others by the fire. She giggled to herself at his performance and watched as he fixed two plates of food.

When he stood up and began to walk back to her, she sealed both eyes shut again while he quietly set the second plate of food down on the stool next to her. This had become part of his routine every day. She prayed, and he brought her breakfast while the food was still hot, even going to lengths to cover the plate with a silver lid that he found somewhere along the road.

This time though, he added something new to the procedure. He stood in front of her and leaned down, placing a kiss on the top of her head, before walking away.

She almost cried. She could have.

But she bit down on her lip and batted away the pain in her hand and continued her prayers.

Blessed Nightsinger, witness our adoration.

He had kissed her like she was something to be adored.

See how we serve you, only you.

He was so gentle…

We have emptied our hearts of falsehoods.

I don’t love him. I don’t love him.

We have vanquished your foes.

He could light the darkest night… erase every shadow…

In darkness, we see your truth. Embrace us, your loyal warriors.

Please, Lady of Sorrows… please… embrace me… I have only ever served you…

Cloak us in your shadow. Guide us to your victory.

Just don’t make me choose…

Shar's will shall be done. As sure as night will fall.

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la--brujaja · 13 days

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Shadowheart x Tav (completed)

Shadowheart and Morgana fell for each other slowly and steadily while the world fell apart around them. Three moments, three days, three acts. A peek into the start, the blossoming, and the downfall of their love. 3/3 chapters, short and sweet (and always sad)

Shadowheart hesitated a moment, dropping her eyes. “Is it strange to feel more like yourself when you don’t even know who you are?”

“Look at me.” Morgana lifted her chin and looked at her with an affectionate sternness. “You are Shadowheart. History could rewrite your name in a dozen different tongues and scripts, and you would still come back to me as you are. No one can take that away from you.”

Shadowheart didn’t respond, only pressed her mouth against hers with fire. Morgana felt herself get lost in the other woman’s lips, running her fingers through her hair. Molten silver dripping from her fingertips. “No one can take me away from you. Not anymore.”

“And thank the heavens for that,” Morgana whispered against her lips, trailing kisses down to her neck. “Do what you want with your hair, choose any goddess you like, but don’t turn away from me again."

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imidnightrosei · 2 months

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little w.i.p idk if I'll ever finish.

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unluckiestmember · 4 months

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Baldur's Gate 3 X Innocent! Reader

Characters: Astarion Ancunin, Shadowheart, Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep, Lae'zel, Wyll Ravengard, Karlach and Halsin

Tags: friends to lovers, acquittances to lovers, in denial, overprotective, fluff, indirect kisses, Gale being Gale, fake love (until it's not), established relationship and innocence.

Warning: SFW. Light suggestive themes.

A/N: Yes, your eyes do not deceive you. No, I'm still in a chokehold-

Astarion Ancunin

“Well aren’t you just the cutest thing ever? I could just eat you right up, darling~.”

When he first met you, Astarion knew you were an easy target. A nice meal he could exploit, especially if you’re a virgin, and a great pawn for the road ahead. He would deliver sweet nothings to you in hopes of sleeping in your bed and drinking from the pure blood that coursed through your veins. But as time continued, as you showed how sweet you were, the pale elf found himself genuinely falling for you.

He wanted to protect you from the world around both of you and bite anyone who tried to hurt you. He’d even hesitate on feeding from you out of fear he’d hurt you or expose himself to your pained gasps. You were his precious jewel he couldn’t afford to be taken from him or tainted in any way. With everyone else, he’s still a flirtatious and snarky vampire spawn. But around you, he will always be a sweet man who wants to make sure you’re okay. His princess… That being said, don’t expect him to stop flirting with you. He adores when you get flustered.

Shadowheart

“Stand behind me! I don’t want you to get hurt! Just do as I say, okay?!”

At first Shadowheart thought you weren’t real. That there was no way in the nine hells that there was someone as pure as you. She genuinely thought your personality was a charade. So she watched you carefully, waiting for you to show your true colors in the form of berating someone or betraying one of the campers. But you never did. You always stayed true to yourself.

When she realized that you were probably the most modest person in your motley crew, the Shar Worshipper became attracted to you. She spent more time with you and suddenly felt like she needed to take care of you along your adventure together. Similar to Astarion, Shadowheart tries to be ever so gentle with you, never using pain in bed and out of bed unless you approve of her actions when she asks for permission. It’s evident to everyone she cares deeply for you and wouldn’t mind spending her life with you.

Gale Dekarios

“It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen the embodiment of happiness. Who knew I would find that in you?”

You had Gale’s heart as soon as you said hi to him. It didn’t take long for this man to turn into putty around you nor to become friends with you. And he fell in love when you always gave him magical objects without hesitation. Asking him if he’s alright and stroking his head after he eats his weave? He was swooned. The closer you two became, the more the wizard would share his life with you like an open book and offer any kind of lesson in magic to you.

It didn’t take long for him to admit he had romantic feelings for you, leading to you to become a couple. At camp, he is a gentleman, always asking if you need anything in between kisses to your cheek and becoming bashful with you when you bless his ears with your giggles. Outside of camp, he’s focused on you, making sure no one lays a finger or spell on that cute head of yours. You bring the best out of Gale and make him the happiest man in all of the realms.

Lae’zel

“G’lyck. If you’re hurt, then go to the ghustil… Hurry up or I’ll drag you to her myself.”

You were a liability to Lae’zel. Always getting hurt? Never killing your enemies? Checking up on everyone over yourself? She wanted nothing more than to throw you to the wolves so you wouldn’t ruin the group’s odds of survival. She hated you with a flaming passion. She hated how you always asked if she was okay. How you always treated her wounds after a battle and dare to kiss her injuries better. How you cowered behind her during combat.. And especially how you made her heart flutter when you slept across from her by the campfire, watching your cute face in a state of peace…

If it was up to her, she’d kick you out of the camp for what you’ve done to her. She swears it. But for now? She guesses she’ll keep you around for a little longer. Besides, she knows without her you’d die out there. You need her and she needs you.

Wyll Ravengard

“Don’t fret now, I won’t let them lay a finger on you, not when the Blade of Frontiers is right by your side.”

Wyll always wanted to have a romance like fairy tales. Save a fair princess or prince from their troubles like a knight in shining armor while slaying dragons. To meet someone who was the sweetest thing alive and experience real happiness with them by his side. So when he met you, you can bet he felt like he won the jackpot! He found your bashful nature and careless personality to be a breath of fresh air, especially when he was punished by Mizora.

At first you were a great friend, but when you took care of him, polished his horns and always checked if he was alright after fights, true love sprung between you two. It didn’t take long for him to confess his feelings to you and take your hand as your boyfriend. From that day forward, he’s been your savior on and off the battlefield when he wasn’t your sweet lover that showered you in compliments and kisses. You are positive that with Wyll you are bound to have a happily ever after.

Karlach

“Aww, you’re so adorable I just wanna squish your cheeks and hug you forever!... I can?! Well, come here, you!”

It was love at first sight between you and Karlach. After you splashed her with water and made sure she was okay, the barbarian’s heart was in your hands. She was so used to meeting backstabbers, manipulators and liars that she wasn’t sure there were any good people left. But you proved her wrong and she was so happy you did. Because of you, she made it her sole mission to get infernal iron so she could touch you.

When she couldn’t, she would share indirect kisses with you using rocks and even gift you her teddy bear Clive when you couldn’t hold her. And when she finally was able to touch you, she held you as if her life depended on it. There isn’t a moment where you two are not touching in and out of camp. You make her feel alive again in more ways than one and to her you are her soulmate. She loves you so much and will do anything to make sure you know that.

Halsin

“If you were a part of nature’s divine design, then you are a pure ray of sunshine given by the Oak Father.”

Halsin immediately gave you his trust and respect when you saved him without a reason to. It didn’t help that he also found you to be adorable with how nervous you got around him and how you stuttered a bit. With how you were, the druid quickly grew an interest in you, wanting to be beside you and feel your skin against his. He loved how you were so considerate when he wild shaped, petting his head and playing with him effortlessly.

In the wilderness, you were something like his mate, always protected by foes and checked for injuries. If there were any, he would bandage them as quickly as he could and carry you the rest of the way back to camp. When everything was settled, he’d immediately cuddle you as himself or as a bear. You were perfect in every way to him and for that, he would be your sole protector no matter what.

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littlejuicebox · 5 months

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Astarion talks in his sleep.

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader/Tav (Shadowheart is our lovely supporting role though.) Summary/Setting: 6 months post BG3, "good/spawn" Astarion ending, all fluff Rating/Warnings: PG / Very mild if any game spoilers but nothing related to major content or scenes Word Count: 900+ Notes: Inspired by this post here!

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Astarion talks in his sleep. It’s something you’ve never mentioned to him, because it’s mostly when he’s having a nightmare about Cazador or some other horrid trauma from his past. You'd quickly determined it not worth bringing up, for fear of embarrassing him. Plus, if you were being honest, part of you found it rather endearing... especially the lighter drabble that would escape his lips. Delighted giggles, little purrs... it could be overwhelmingly adorable, on occasion.

In fact, the first time you ever heard him say he loved you was in his sleep. Then you'd waited weeks… anxiously, impatiently, unbearably for the revelation to come out while he was awake, under his own terms.

But tonight, the talking and tossing isn't cute. The vampire writhing in bed disturbs you, and your eyes flutter open, catching the smallest glimpse of daylight between the thick, tightly drawn curtains and shuttered windows of your bedchamber. You'd just fallen asleep, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't the slightest bit annoyed.

You idly try to figure out the date. Adjusting your schedule to the night life was… difficult; you often lost track of dates nowadays. But somehow you manage to remember that it's been nearly six months since you all saved Baldur's Gate; six months since Astarion had been returned to a creature of the shadows. Six months you've been in the house provided by the city as you two adjust to whatever normalcy you are able to conjure up and figure out your next steps. You were a strong proponent for the Underdark; Astarion was not quite sold.

At first you think the silver-haired elf's tossing and turning is a night terror… it’s been nearly two weeks since the last one. He’s overdue. You ready yourself to pop out of bed and grab your calming herbs to steep a quick sleeping draught. But then you hear him, soft and garbled, laced with thick strings of sleep.

“Will you marry me?”

You turn to stare stupidly at the elf, eyes piercing through the blackness of your room; his face is obscured, you cannot tell if he’s awake. “…what did you say?”

Silence. A long, unbearable stretch of silence where your heart is pounding into your throat, practically rattling around your chest cavity at the sudden shock. And then he’s snoring again, and you’re left with your brow furrowed and robe half pulled onto your shoulder. Well, so much for your sleep.

You meander down the hall to the kitchen, where Shadowheart has several jars and plants strewn across the table. She’s practically taken over the kitchen since Gale left, not that you particularly mind, since she’s also taken over the cooking.

“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep right now?” She asks, spotting you out of the corner of her eye, not lifting her focus from the mortar and pestle in her hand.

“You won’t believe what Astarion just said in his sleep.” You murmur in dazed response, walking over to the cabinets and rummaging through the contents. You grab an old kettle and fill it with water, turning to look at the cleric.

“Gods, what was it? I’m quite thankful to be out of the camp... his night terrors woke all of us up at one point or another. It's no wonder you’re struggling with the schedule adjustment.”

“He said, ‘Will you marry me?’” You respond, almost giggling at how silly that sounds in retrospect, as you place the kettle on the stove.

Shadowheart pauses. One, two, three beats of silence. “Shit… well, I guess the cat is out of the bag now.” She murmurs with a shrug, before returning to grinding her herbs.

“Wh-what?!”

“Oh, come off, don’t be daft! You had to expect it would be coming sooner or later. Gods, your love is almost sickening… it was sickening, having to hear it all the time... once again, so thankful for the separation of these walls.”

You are frozen, your hand still holding onto the kettle as you appraise your friend. Shadowheart is right. You knew a proposal would come sooner or later… you just figured it would be much later. Astarion was still struggling; more often than not you woke to him in tears or in the throes of a sleeping fit. Countless calming elixirs and teas had been drawn up by you and Shadowheart in the last six months. Truly, you hadn’t thought he was thinking that deeply about it... you hadn't been, if at all. Gods, you two still didn't even know where you were headed after leaving this city-supplied house... the lease was up in a few weeks' time.

“I guess… well, I suppose I didn’t think he was ready.” You sigh, lighting the stove and sitting across the table, watching the cleric as she works.

“Oh, trust me, he’s ready. And he's certain. Perhaps not about anything else... but definitely about this. He's been writing to Gale for weeks trying to source a particular ring." Shadowheart responds, now pouring the contents of her grinder into pouches. "Just promise you'll act like it's a surprise when the time comes... he's been talking about it for a while. He's put a lot of thought into things."

"When will it be?"

Shadowheart laughs, the edges of her eyes crinkling as she flicks her gaze toward the ceiling. She’s now cinching the sachets and sorting them all into a nearby basket. "Now that I'm not telling you. I've already given away too much."

You try for a few more minutes to pry the information from your friend, but she remains tight-lipped. You even threaten her with detect thoughts, though you both know you'd never go through with it. Finally, a whistle from the kettle beckons you back to the stovetop, and the conversation is halted as you ready your tea and aim to go back to bed. You might not know when your love is going to pop the question, but you do know that when the time comes, your answer will be a resounding yes.

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sorcerous-caress · 6 months

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Type of romantic gifts they'd give you

[Bg3, fluff, nb!reader]

[Wyll, Karlach, Gale, Shadowheart, Astarion, Laezel, Halsin, Minthara, Karniss]

Wyll

Flowers. Each bouquet conveys a different meaning and tells a hundred tales about his feelings for you. From the petal colours to the delicate ribbon holding the stems together, not a single detail was overlooked.

Enteries to both worlds. Invites to the most eloquent galas reserved for the noble class, elegent clothes and glittering jewellery. And warm heartfelt welcomes into the most popular tavrens for adventurers, even the dangerous ones greet you and Wyll with cold drinks and a warm meal.

A shoulder to lean on, someone to be your own hero. The royalty treatment becomes the norm for you, a quiet dance in your shared home, swaying slowly as the rain scatters against the windows outside.

Karlach

Cheesy handmade coupons for hugs. Physical affection is a big part of the way she shows love, yet no hugs feel better than the ones she knows both of you want, rather than only her. These hand drawn coupons are to give her reassurance in a way that you also crave her embrace as much as she does.

Taking you out to her favourite spots. Introducing you to all her past and current friends. Absolutely involving you in every aspect of her inner circles and slowly integrating you into her world. She wants all the people that she loves to know each other, to be there, and to support each other. Friends, family, and neighbours, she craves a community.

Carrying your stuff. Be it your bags, equipment, or anything. She enjoys being strong for you, never letting you lift a heavy thing ever. Giving you her jacket if you get cold, even switching your shoes if yours are uncomfortable. Dress however you want, she knows how to fight after all.

Gale

Homecooked meals. Frozen soup in food containers. You'll never go hungry with him around. Love is a major ingredient in each dish he makes, recipes passed down from generations. Restaurants' food becomes dull in comparison. No bakery dessert can compare to his home baked pie.

A picnic near the sea side. It's windy, the air is refreshing and nice. Waves come crashing gently, almost brushing against your feet before retreating back. Tara purrs in your lap, her wings warming your hand underneath it as you scratch her fur. Gale is by your side, telling you about a new discovery he made in his research. Content in staying by your side despite the crown laying at the bottom of the ocean in front of you.

Constellations seeming brighter, the sky looks as if it held twice as many stars than usual. There's a sparkle in his eyes, wrinkles at their edges from his smile.

Shadowheart

Wine/non-alcoholic drinks and sweets. She has a taste for delicacies and sharing them with you. Whatever she picks, it's always somehow very rich in flavour, melts against the tongue, and the aftertaste is an experience by itself.

Takes you to her home, visiting her parents who welcomed you as if you were another child of theirs. For the first time in her life, she has a family, and she wants to include you in it. You are a part of it, after all. A part of her.

Nursing your sickness away, sticking with you through thick and thin. Even at your most ill of states. She doesn't pat an eye at you throwing up, sneezing, or not having the energy to shower. She helps you through it. She never judges you over it, unconditional love in its purest forms as she ensures your recovery.

Astarion

Precious poetry he wrote himself. As much as he scoffs over anything too chessy, he can't help using his mother tongue and spinning endless lines about you in elvish in his private journal. On the rare occasion, giving you a glimpse through it. Pretending to leave his journal open by pure coincidence in front of you, on the exact page of the peom with your name on it.

The both of you traverse the underdark. He takes you to a special spot he found under a sussur tree. The blue glow of the silver branches lights up the edges of his hair like a halo, and your eyelids feel heavy with your head on his lap.

Stiching the holes in your clothes. Maintaining them in his free time and making sure they are cared for. Each piece that might hold a sentimental value to you or a precious memory receives special treatment from him. Sometimes, he stiches a joke or two into your undergarments that you don't realise until much later on.

Laezel

Gifts you a sharp and expertly smithed sword. Silver in colour with various ruby red stones decorating the handle, it feels at home in your grip, specifically made for your hands.

Takes you as her guide through Faerun, let's you introduce her to the places you love, the things you like. You can tell her interest is genuine, he curiosity is evident as she tries everything you recommend to her.

Reads to you, each night she'd indulge your curiosities and read one of the many githyanki literature disks you've accumulated. Her voice never tires, she pronounces each word with care and emotion. It's beyond soothing, even her comments inbetween narrating the story never fail to make you smile.

Halsin

Blessings of nature extend to you as well. The birds don't fly away when you approach, the tree branches don't get caught in your clothes, and the bugs take a polite detour around you as they crawl. He shares the love he received with you.

You've never seen so many children rush to you before, look up to you with respect, and search for guidance. He grants you the opportunity to raise the ones who will hold the torch after us, to imped your wisdom upon them, and help shape a better future.

Never growing cold again, buried deep against his soft fur as gaint bear paws hold you so softly. Despite the pouring snow outside, you sink deeper into his warm embrace. Cute round ears flicker in the corner of your vision, and you can't help but rub them alongside his soft belly.

Minthara

jewellery, each one is unique and more expensive than the last. Various earrings with pearls and necklaces with glittering diamonds. Even a special one that hugs your neck deliciously, with her name on it. Body accessories hugging your curves and wrapping around you. A pair of matching rings.

Takes you into her heart, behind the iron walls, behind the mazes of ice. Shows you her tender beating vulnerable flesh, the small kindness she protected so fiercely and hid from the world. Her true love, yours for the taking and yours alone.

The disembodied heads of your enemies in a gift box wrapped for you, everyone who has ever wronged you has their skulls displayed on the shelves. She becomes your blade, your sword and shield.

Karniss

Prayers. Offers them to you as he kneels, talking in a hushed tone as he begs a greater being for your safety, for your heart, and for you love. For their blessings upon him to shield you from the darkness, his split mind making him seeth in anger and hatred at all those who dared hurt or question you.

Brings you to his nest, a small cave with tight webs shielding the entrance. He teaches you how to slip through them, holds you close as he lifts you in his arms and makes passage inside. You're a very welcome addition to his home, his sanctuary.

Gifts you his venom regularly. Whether it's a kiss as his fangs slip past your soft lips and bleed venom down your throat, or a bite into the soft flesh of your neck that injects it directly into your veins. He builds up your resistance slowly so he may protect you from himself and anyone who tries to steal your life away.

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bambazzle · 2 months

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Shadowheart and Chicken the owlbear

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candyk0rn · 8 months

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Cuddles : BG3

It’s been a while! I hope you’re all doing great, and I’m sorry for once more going on a forever break lol. But of course, Baldurs Gate 3 brainrot is so real

Before reading: Fluff, headcanons, Astarion, Lae’Zel, Gale, Shadowheart x reader (separate), gn reader

Astarion:

“Oh? I see you still can’t say no to my endless charm..”

At the beginning of the relationship, touches and prodding aren’t uncommon

Anything that can bring your attention to him

It takes a while and a lot of convincing from you that his somewhat risqué touches was not all that pleased you

And eventually he can even process that you don’t just love him for his body

Although hard for him to realize, with your help he can

So after your relationship has really blossomed and grown, his touches become softer, calmer, more intimate

Nights by the crackling fire, you in his lap, his hand massaging your nape

His fingers are dangerously cold against your skin, but there’s a sense of comfort that comes with the chill

Although he will brush off your reassurance as pitiful and unneeded..

Please reassure him omg

For the longest time, he will surely believe you are like all his other conquests,

Seduced by him and his charms

But just small whispers of love into his ear, your comforting touch against his skin

That’s enough for him.

Gale:

“Come with me, we shall rest under the stars tonight.”

I am of the firm believer that Gale is horribly touch-starved, poor man

Taken advantage of by his own Goddess, thinking that that is the best he would ever be able to do

Then when you come along, it all changed

His thoughts about himself seem to change, his standards seem to change, his love seems to change

He cares so much about you, he cannot help but think he is not worthy

That a cursed, unfaithful man as himself could never even breathe the same air as you

But all of his doubts and worries seem to melt away when you two hold one another underneath the stars

Your fingers lovingly combing through his hair as he rambles on about something he is passionate about

Wether it be a book, his expertise in magic, or Tara (lmao)

Others would shove him off as a show-off, annoying, etc

But you are so willing to hear him go on and on, that he can’t help but love you

His index finger instinctively draws shapes into your back when you hold each other

When he’s cuddled up with you, his worries that today might be his last don’t even cross his mind

He’s more worried about you, how you feel, if you’re comfortable

He doesn’t care if tonight is the last night he shall ever see you

He’d rather die tomorrow than live for an eternity never knowing you

Lae’Zel:

“Chk..I do not take part in worthless acts of intimacy.”

Lae’Zel is not much of a ‘cuddles’ person

Like at all…

She’d rather feel the thrill of battle with you, bathing in the blood of your enemies

Her way of loving is slaughtering anyone who even just looks at you the wrong way

But, if you’re particularly lucky, or especially down

She can’t help but..pity you

In her mind, it’s such a disgusting feeling. This ‘love’ makes her weak, but she cannot run from it no matter how much she tries

The most touch you’ll get from her will only occur in private

A hand perched protectively on your hip or waist

Her head slumped on your shoulder when you’re on watch for the night

acts like this, although small

It means so,so much from her

And she’ll kill you if you go telling Shadowheart about how ‘sweet’ she was being last night

Shadowheart:

“My love…ugh. I’m still not used to calling someone that.”

Shadowheart is lost when it comes to you

Not only is she horribly confused that you of all people would love her

She’s confused as to how she’s supposed to love you

Her entire life, for what she can remember, she’s never been shown comfort or remorse

If she did something wrong, she was punished

She doesn’t remember a single moment in her life when she was loved the way you love her

And although grateful, she feels unworthy

Hugs are common with her, of course in private, but common nonetheless

When she hold you in her arms, the pads of her fingers massage your back lovingly, worried if she lets go, you’ll flee

Let! Her! Play! With! Your! Hair! 🙏🏻

And please play with hers omg

At night, she’ll let her hair down and allow your hands to explore her long, black (or white) locks

Your touch sends shivers down her spine, a feeling she’s not used to, but craves so much

She truly hopes that you’ll never leave her, for now that she has tasted your touch,

She never wants that sensation to leave

Thanks for reading!

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Kiss It Better

Pairing | Shadowheart x Prisma

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

Word Count | 1.2K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“... I love you.”

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

“I love you, too.”

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

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

Prisma could do this forever.

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

But the elation quickled faded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?”

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

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

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

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