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[azurelyy]

Let's see if I've been shadowbanned by tumblr for not posting in forever. Also, let's see if this gets flagged for me not knowing the TOS anymore LOL. I know most of my followers are here for Naruto content and I am so sorry that this fucking vampire elf has taken over my brain so much that he's the first thing I've written about in forever!

Title: A Bloody Affair

WARNINGS: NSFW beneath the cut. Period oral. F!reader. Astarion goes feral. Fem!reader. Established relationship and slight Act II spoilers. This is just a drabble(ish... I got carried away lmao), but I haddddd to. I’m aware this has been done to death (no pun intended).

His vermillion eyes were darker than usual as you all sat around the firelight, enjoying a hot meal after an unusually hard day of travel. Specks of orange flickered in his gaze like shooting stars through Avernus’ red-hot sky. His hands were tightened into leadened fists by his sides, his lips formed together in a thin line. He’s hungry, and he’s not even trying to hide it.

Amused, you tilted your head to the side, exposing the faded bite marks from when you last allowed him to feed on you a few weeks ago.

“Everything alright, Astarion?” You hummed. “You look pale. Well, paler than normal.”

Astarion laughed, a dark and twisted thing that left your stomach in knots. Would you ever learn to stop teasing him? It only ends badly for you. Every. Time.

“Me? Oh, I’m just fine.” His eyes slowly trailed down your body, locking onto your midsection before flicking back to your face. “You, however,” his fangs glistened in the pale moonlight as he smiled. “You look a little… hot. Too close to the fire, perhaps? Your cheeks are absolutely flushed, my dear.”

And they were. Knowing what the two of you had agreed to out on the battlefield earlier. Awaiting the moment everyone else fell into a deep slumber while you had to sit there, your thighs clamped together as thoughts of Astarion’s tongue ravishing at your core filled your head… It was torturous. Worse than anything Loviatar could come up with.

Karlach scoffed and playfully covered her ears. “Guys! No flirting around the bonfire, pleeeease. It’s hard enough I’ve gone so long without touching someone. I can’t sit here listening to you two flirt all night on top of it.”

You laughed and whispered a soft 'sorry' while Astarion merely hummed his acknowledgement. The rest of the evening was a blur, your mind occupied elsewhere entirely. Finally, when the sounds of snores filled the air and the last of the firelight flickered away, you got up from your bedroll and slowly made your way to Astarion’s tent.

The flap was left partially open and you found Astarion fumbling with a book. He looked distracted, almost like he wasn't reading it at all. The moment you got to the tent entrance, his eyes were upon you - dark, hungry, lustful. You smiled, heat creeping its way up your neck and cheeks, as Astarion swiftly closed the book and tossed it aside.

“Don’t tell me I have to invite you in, darling,” he drawled. “Come here.”

He reached his hand out and you took it gently as he guided you to sit down in his lap. He sighed and nosed his way up the side of your neck, gently swiping his tongue along your still-healing fang marks. His arm wrapped around your midsection, pushing your back against his chest. He's cold, and a small shiver snaked its way down the entirety of your spine as he chuckled a low, "Sorry, pet."

Sweet kisses made their way from your neck to your jaw, until Astarion gently nipped at your earlobe, his free hand slowly roamed up and down your body, squeezing and grabbing at your stomach playfully.

You moaned gently, running your fingers through his silver locks. Astarion's breath hitched in his throat and he slid his hand down to your thigh. His arousal poked into your ass and you rocked in his lap gently; teasingly. His hand became more desperate as he grabbed at your thigh, thrusting his hips gently. You turned your head and ghost your lips over his, meeting his gaze.

His tongue clicked against his teeth as he stared at you. You twisted his hair round your index finger and smile up at him wantonly. The two of you hadn't been intimate since his confession a few weeks ago. You have let him feed on you since then, but never initiate anything sexual. You wanted him to do it. Wanted for it to be organic. He was the best thing that had happened to you in a long time, and you wanted him to know it; to feel it; to be unable to deny your love for him.

Astarion kissed your forehead tenderly, his sweet mouth cool to the touch against your heated skin. He had been surprisingly gentle with you since his confession. Weary, you knew. He had to fight against his instincts every day, doing what he could to unlearn his past behaviors of doing someone else's bidding. It was going to take time, you knew that. You were okay with it. But when he looked at you like this, when he kissed you softly, it made your heart melt completely. You loved him. You'd never say it first, of course, but the feeling was undeniable to you now. Gods, he was going to fucking ruin you.

His mouth captured yours in a searing kiss. His tongue parted your lips and hungrily dominated the kiss as Astarion flipped you over, pushing you down onto his bedroll. His hands were everywhere - in your hair, on your stomach, rolling down your sides. Yours did the same, needily pawing at his body as you wrapped a leg around his waist and gently clawed at his shirt trying to get it off.

He broke away, his tongue sliding from your mouth slowly. His breathing was ragged, not as controlled as it had been in the past. You realized he's letting go, not forcing himself with you. He's being... real. It's so sweet you nearly ruined the moment by blurting out a stupid confessional right then, but as if sensing your anxiety, Astarion simply smirked devilishly.

"You look beautiful," he whispered. "And you smell even better. I'm going to enjoy tasting you tonight." His voice was sultry and hypnotic, practically intoxicating. You squirmed under him nervously as he adjusted to his knees and leaned over to unhook the latch of the tent, leaving you both immersed in nothing but the flickering candle light.

He was back over you in an instant, untucking his shirt from his trousers and over his head, tossing it to the corner of the tent. His body never ceases to amaze you. His skin is made of pure moonlight, pale and annoyingly perfect, with abs that would put even the most acclaimed gods to shame. Astarion winked and pushed his knee to your inner thigh, spreading you open like a tome as his hands glided across your body.

Your heart thundered within your chest as he stripped you of your undershirt, delicately removing the straps like a present. The sting of the cold night air hit your exposed nipples and they puckered from the temperature change. Astarion's practiced hands moved up the length of your arms, guiding them up above your head and he captured your wrists together in his grip, trapping you under him.

He kissed his way down your temple, your cheek, your neck; gently licking his way down your exposed flesh until his tongue rolled around your areola teasingly.

You glanced down and met his burgundy gaze. His pupils were completely blown out with lust and he continued watching you as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, allowing his tongue to swipe over it gingerly. With a loud gasp you closed your eyes, letting the sensation of his tongue completely overwhelm you. His hand dragged its way from your wrists and his thumb and index finger grip your other nipple as he suckles hard, causing your hips to buck and another garbled moan to fall from your traitorous throat.

A wet 'pop' echoed through the tent as his mouth released you. Astarion growled, actually growled, as he slid his hands up your arms again and gripped your wrists, harder this time.

"Hush now, my sweet," his words were sugary but his tone commanding. "I don't want you waking the whole campground. If you do it again, I'll have to force you to be quiet. Understood?"

You nodded in response.

"Sorry, Starry," you whispered. 

He had started making work of dragging your trousers down the length of your legs but stopped abruptly at your apology.

"Don't be sorry, love," he said. "Just don't do it again."

You were way past the point of being turned on - you were practically going mad with arousal as he removed your pants and slowly kissed his way down the length of your stomach. You kept your hands placed above your head, nervous about what he may do if you dared to touch him. It was exhilarating. Filthy. The blood at your core was dripping to the rag placed between your thighs and your pulse quickened as Astarion's mouth worked its way towards your cunt.

Lust-stricken and dizzy, your vision blurred as he gently pulled down your panties with his index fingers, testing you. He was working slowly, playing with his food. Such a tease.

You squirmed beneath him and clenched the muscles in your thighs, eagerly anticipating his mouth against your sopping pussy. A chill ran down your spine as your panties were fully removed, and you suddenly became all too aware of what was about to happen. You peered at the silver-haired man above you through your eyelashes and were pleased to find him entranced by what you were sure was a bloodied, messy affair and your panic decreased ever so slightly. Of course a vampire spawn wasn’t going to shy away from some blood… no matter the source. 

"You know," you did your best to keep your voice calm and gentle. "That we don't have to do this if it's too much, right?" Even though Astarion was the one to propose this little midnight rendezvous, you couldn't help the small sting of fear from creeping its way to the forefront of your mind. You didn't want him to feel any pressure. And you now knew how hard intimacy was for him. You couldn't believe how blind you had been before; how obvious the façade he put on for you was in hindsight, and you weren't going to allow him to put himself in a position like that again. Not ever.

A low chuckle rumbled from the man below you and you almost passed out from how good his breath felt against the thin veil of fabric covering his mouth from where you needed him most. You tried to shut the thoughts of your arousal out as you waited for his answer, but it never came. Instead, he responded with his tongue gently sliding filthily down the blood-stained cloth that was slowly being removed by his deft hand. Astarion’s voice was nearly indistinguishable to you as he ripped the cloth away, pure gravel.

“If I didn’t want to,” he murmured, placing a kiss on your entrance. “Then you wouldn’t be naked in my tent, love. No more talking now.”

His tongue zig-zagged its way through your pussy before you had a full chance to take in his response, and a loutish moan escaped from deep within your throat as the air was filled with a symphony of lewd slurps. His breath was icy from how aching and seething your cunt was for him, and chill after chill overcame your body with each swipe of his practiced tongue. 

He moved your legs to his shoulders as he continued lapping at you like a dehydrated mutt, completely feral for you. Your thighs clamped against his head and you dug your nails into the pillow, clinging desperately onto something to give your soul purchase to the Earth lest it be transported to the fifth dimension. His arms looped under your thighs and he sunk his nails deep into your flesh, marking you as his while he continued licking you desperately. His mouth was rolling over your folds and sucking at you raunchily - every single move he made was audibly wet and absolutely filthy. It was amazing. You were afraid he might lose control, and you almost yanked at his hair to rip him off you, but his tongue slowed then and rolled up the length of your cunt before circling your clit. 

You whined greedily as you rocked your hips, trying to maneuver his tongue to your engorged nub without permission. Astarion immediately withdrew his tongue then, licking his way down to your inner-thigh and kissing your slick skin before piercing you with his sharp fangs. A frosty sensation shot through your bloodstream and you gasped loudly, tangling your fingers into his hair just as the frigid pulses from where his fangs sunk into you melted to an almost unbearable fever. 

Astarion’s nails were embedded into the soft skin of your hips as he drank from you. Your heart banged against your chest like a prisoner trying to escape from their cell and you were certain it was loud enough that it could be heard by the entire camp. Just as your grip started to loose on his hair, his fangs were replaced by his tongue swiping at the small punctures on your thigh. 

“Such a lovely little treat you are,” Astarion hummed, punctuating it with a final kiss to your thigh. “Thank you.”

Thank you. It was so sincere. So intimate. Two words, yet they held such power over your heart. His mouth was against yours again and your core was burning for him. You were needy. Desperate. Your hips thrust up towards him and he pulled away with a hum. 

“Greedy little thing tonight, I see,” he teased. He smirked down at you and kissed your cheek before moving his mouth once again to hover over your entrance. Two nimble fingers pushed into your core as Astarion’s tongue glided swiftly over your clit. An unfamiliar sound erupted from your chest, a high pitched whine, before his free hand was clamped over your mouth. 

“Shut up.” He commanded, and you were done for. Your hands tugged at his hair hysterically as his tongue circled your clit with a brutal slowness. There was no decency left in you. You were nothing but a husk, awaiting Astarion’s mercy of allowing you the pleasure of coming all over his sweet tongue.

Your teeth sank into the skin of his hand while he fucked you with his mouth. He was loud; slurping and sucking at your pussy like he needed it to survive. The air in the tent was unbearably hot. Your skin was sticky with sweat and your lungs hardly had any oxygen left. Astarion pulled back slightly, his fingers pushing in and out of your entrance with lewd squelching sounds as he demanded, “Look at me.”

Without hesitation, your eyes fluttered open and you watched as he dived his face into your cunt again, his gorgeous eyes locked onto yours. You tried to speak but he only clamped his hand harder over your mouth as he continued lapping at you, the flat of his tongue firmly planted against your clit. The familiar coil in your stomach tightened and then released harshly as you orgasmed, your entire body squirming in delight. Astarion moaned through your orgasm, the timbre of his voice sultry as he drank you in like the most lavish of wines.

“Fuck,” you groaned when Astarion released your mouth. He seductively pulled his fingers out of you and licked off the mess you made on them with a smile before he maneuvered himself to spoon you. 

“Wait,” you said, “I wanted to-”

“Hush, love,” he assured. “I promise I’m content with everything. I want you to be comfortable now. Will you stay with me tonight?”

He nibbled at the top of your ear as his arm wrapped around your middle and brought your body close to his. You hummed and nestled into him, allowing him to be your protective barrier. Being this close to him wasn’t enough. You needed more. You needed to be this close to him forever. He was security. He was warmth. He was home.

You nodded as you felt yourself start to succumb to the unbearable drowsiness from the day, but you clung to his hand in yours as his finger painted pretty pictures on the skin of your stomach. 

“Goodnight, love,” he whispered. “And thank you.”

“For what?” You mumbled, doing your best to fight against the fade of sleep.

There was a brief moment of silence as you listened to the sound of your heartbeat steady itself. Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. Astarion nestled his face closer, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek and right as you started to drift away, he said the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard.

“For being mine.”

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The Arrangement (14) - Trance

Chapter summary: Astarion wishes he coukd freeze this moment in time, but fate has a way of interfering.

Pairing: Astation x female!Tav

Warnings: Astarion's POV. Mentions of trauma.

Word count: 2.6k

Series Masterlist . Ao3

Vampirism had warped his bodily need to trance. 

The tadpole had meddled with it even further and he barely found the need for it all, but there was some semblance. Now, it was back to what it used to be.

He had no actual need for it, but he had come to realise it was the only way to be with you without facing the prison his mind had become. It allowed him to bypass how it held back his body.

In his trance-induced dreams, he was finally free.

Whatever freedom meant to him, he was sure you were involved somehow.

Even if only bound to a dream and nothing more. 

After all, you had made it perfectly clear that a friendship was all you could offer.

He had made peace with that.

For the most part.

He still had these moments of wanting to slip into his subconscious and lose himself in you.

The mattress underneath his body was comfortable enough and the raindrops outside that thumped against the window, presented themselves as more than enough to lull him into the beginnings of a trance.

He let go of his weight.

He blacked out everything around him in the hopes he'd find you.

Your chirpy laughter was what he heard first. Unknowingly, a faint smile tugged gently at his lips. He could easily get lost in the warmth of your voice.

He was getting deep enough that your voice now had a corporeal form, too.

Your kind face took over each corner of his mind until all of him was you.

Astarion could barely withstand trancing unless he could conjure you this way.

You were the calm in a restless sea that kept on drowning him.

In his mind, he could find himself being with you with nothing holding him back.

It was freeing and soothing.

It was an illusion, and in the back of his head, he almost felt it slip away as awareness threatened to overtake. 

He frowned.

Your voice faded and your pleasant face held a grave expression. It was as if you could tell something was wrong.

And you'd be right.

There was something wrong with his trance.

As frustration began to dissolve the image of you, he let out a low growl of annoyance as his eyes snapped open.

And he immediately understood why it felt off.

Ava was standing near the edge of his bed, holding a sweet smile that he had grown to appreciate over the past few weeks.

“You were reaching for her again, weren't you?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “It's the only way I can these days.”

She lowered herself to sit, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight. “You know that isn't true.”

“Ava, I don't wish to be lectured,” he said, more harshly than intended.

She nodded and said nothing else.

There was nothing more to be said. She had tried to make him see that he was the only one standing in between himself and you. 

He had heard it all before and he was sick of it.

It wasn't as easy as snapping his fingers, because a large part of him didn't want your friendship.

He could find friends. In fact, he didn't even know if he needed friends. 

Your friendship wasn't enough, but he had no right to demand more when he was struggling this hard with his mind.

Could he even offer more? Did he even deserve more?

“Do you wish me to leave?” Ava's voice snapped him from his thoughts. “I can, but maybe a piece of advice is in order.”

His frown eased and he nodded. 

“I would urge you to stop seeking her in your mind. She's out there. You two have been seeing each other to honour your arrangement.” She paused briefly, studying his reaction. “I can lay here with you and help with your intimacy, but I'm not the one you seek.”

Silence.

“The chance you seek is within you and I believe she can help in more ways than one.”

He scoffed. “I can't ask that of her. This is not something she has to concern herself with.”

Ava leaned against the headboard with a sigh. “Lovers help each other through the toughest of times.”

The word ignited a visceral reaction inside him at once.

“We're not lovers!”

Ava didn't even flinch at his snarl. “But you could be.”

Ava was terribly skilled at worming her way under his skin. He didn't regret having gotten closer to her even if merely as an exchange of sorts.

“Leave.”

The word spilled from his lips like poison and he knew he wasn't being fair, but he couldn't stand talking about you.

Not with her.

You would be utterly disappointed that he was giving out his blood like this.

He was beginning to dread any talks of you with her.

Mostly because Ava didn't know you and no string of words he might voice would ever do you justice.

You had saved him from himself. You had trusted him when no one else would. You had been his first and he had been yours. 

How could he possibly put into words how much you meant to him? 

“Astarion, jus-”

He had made up his mind. “Leave. I don't need love advice from anyone – least of all you.”

It was harsh. 

And it was enough to cause her eyes to widen in unmistakable displeasure. 

“That was uncalled for.”

She rose to her feet and walked out of the room without sparing another glance in his direction, the door closing loudly behind her.

In a way, he was thankful she didn't. He knew he'd find hurt in her face and he could do without the reminder of how snarky he could be.

For all intents and purposes, Ava had been the sole constant in his life and he might even consider her a… friend.

He had made some progress along the way.

Touching you as he fed didn't feel suffocating. He could even bear your touch as you held on to him for support.

He would need to feed soon.

Your blood was more filling than anything he could hunt out there, but the set schedule wasn't enough.

He pushed himself to sit, face buried in his hands.

You were already giving him more than he could ever repay. Again.

But he still found in himself the unshakable desire for more.

More. More. More.

This was the nature of his bond with you.

No in-betweens. No half measures.

With you, it was all or nothing.

And his vampiric nature always found ways to creep into his mind. 

Blood.

“Astarion?”

He was rooted to the garden bench, your eyes on him.

Shaking his head, he cleared his throat. “Yes?”

Uncertainty covered your face and he immediately realised you feared he had spaced out too far for her reach.

“Oh, I apologise, dear,” he said, putting on his best mask. “I suppose I wasn't expecting this revelation.”

But even such a practised facade was no longer enough to keep you convinced.

You knew him too well.

Slowly, you came to sit by his side again. “I'm sorry, Astarion.”

That immediately gnawed at his nerves. “Whatever for?”

“I know you were fond of Ava, and it's never easy to realise that someone we might have placed our trust in once can be capable of such things.”

Your logic wasn't flawed per se, but it didn't quite cover what he was now feeling.

“You think I'm upset because I care for her?”

“You don't?”

He tensed up. “My relationship with her felt necessary. It was built out of mutual need.”

At this, your features hardened. “Like ours when we first met?”

“It could never be like ours.”

He tried his best to hide the offence he had taken from your words, but, once again, you were able to read right through him.

“Didn't you see her as a friend?”

Quite frankly… “No.”

“Then why do you seem so shaken?”

Astarion should have known better than to give in to his impulsiveness, as it rarely did him any favours.

Yet…

“Why? Why do you think?” he said through gritted teeth. “I feel ashamed! More so because it was my recklessness that could have potentially been the cause of all of this.” 

You looked alarmed, but took your time to word out an answer. “Astarion, you couldn't have known. If this is actually true, then she played you.”

He scoffed, avoiding your piercing eyes. “Ironic, isn't it? I used to be so good at reading people and…” His voice faltered momentarily. “... and now I realise how much of a fool I am.”

Your hand met his cheek and you slowly turned his head until your eyes found his again. “You're not a fool for trusting people. You didn’t trust me at first, remember? It was all about survival.”

Astarion was sure that if his heart still pulsed, it would have shattered.

“I trusted you and you trusted me.”

He fought the urge to roll his eyes. “You are far too trusting.”

You smiled warmly and his defences immediately crumbled. “And you hardly trust anyone. Still, we met halfway, didn't we? Through pain and blood and gore and with all the odds against us, we found a way.”

Astarion realised for the nth time in that moment that he adored you.

He didn't think he had it in him to break the flow of this moment and say it out loud, but he did.

Trust was never on the table with him. He had built his undeath around using and abusing the trust others placed on him, only to bring them to their demise. Therefore, he never expected the same grace to be extended to him. He was unworthy, wasn't he?

Until you came along and shifted his world on its axis, showing him that there was still good out there reserved even for those deemed monsters.

Your hand dropped from his face, but your caring smile only deepened.

“I will not think any less of you if my suspicions are confirmed.”

It would be so easy to just accept your words, but he still hesitated. “Maybe you should. I roped you and others over something driven by selfishness.”

And now you were visibly angry.

“Astarion. Stop it – please. You told me about the spawn in the Underdark, too. A selfish person wouldn't even factor them in.”

He grimaced. “Be it as it may. It didn't start out like that. I thought of only myself when I made the deal with Ava. My blood for a possible cure to my hunger.”

“Does it matter how it started? Does it, really? You're not the person you used to be. You're not driven by the same survival instinct and selfishness.”

“Because of you.” he blurted out.

Did this version of himself even exist without you? If it hadn't been for you, he would have ascended. He would have sacrificed thousands of souls and reach

A part of him still lingered on the ‘what if’ of it all. Deep down, he knew that refusing to partake in the ritual had been the right choice for him. For everyone. 

But he still wondered… what if.

“What of the ritual, then? I was so blinded by greed and power that I would have caved in if not for you.”

Weak.

Pathetic.

Broken.

You seemed slightly taken aback before offering a reassuring smile. “You're so wrong, Astarion. I merely reminded you of who you already were. You saved yourself.”

He was stunned silent for a moment.

You were being genuine and it was clear you meant every single word.

“I've told you this before, but I'm proud of you,” you said, reaching for his hand and he nearly hissed from the sudden shift in temperature. You were always so warm… even on a cool night. “I hope you are, too.”

He wasn't. He truly wasn't, but he would lie for you.

His voice would give him away, so he merely nodded, earning a tender squeeze from you.

“Maybe we ought to go and meet Wyll now.”

He hesitated as you tugged his hand, not moving an inch.

In truth, he'd rather stay here with you and savour this moment. He was excruciatingly exhausted from the emotional turmoil the past days had brought on. 

“The sooner we go, the better,” you reminded him.

Astarion looked up at the night sky until his gaze found the horizon line, hues of soft pink and orange swirling in the distance.

Dawn was about to break.

The sun couldn't be kept from rising just as he couldn't keep himself from you.

“We'll figure this out, Astarion. Together.”

You gave his hand another squeeze and shifted in his seat, fully facing you.

For a moment, he considered kissing you. He thought it would be fitting. He could allow his body to convey what words would always fail to do so.

But his body was at the mercy of his mind.

So you spoke first, “May I hug you?”

It was a simple enough request, yet he appreciated you asking beforehand.

“Of course, darling.”

You leaned into him, engulfing his body within the warmth of yours. He lowered his chin to rest on your shoulder and you mimicked him, clearly doing your best to read his body language.

He was tense at first, mostly due to the unwavering fear that his mind might play a trick on him. 

But he found himself slowly but surely easing into you, welcoming your touch. He could hear your pulse quicken alongside your neck and his stomach lurched in response. His most basic instincts being put to the test.

A wave of revulsion washed down in a frail attempt at keeping his hunger for your blood at bay.

Eventually, he was able to have it subside into the back of his mind, like an ever-watchful fiend, waiting for him to give permission.

But he had sworn off feeding on you again. At least, for the time being. As painful as it was – and borderline unnatural for a vampire – he had to resist this. 

The act itself was too tainted for now, and the wildlife around Baldur's Gate would have to suffice.

He wished he could freeze this moment in time and have everything else be background noise.

And when you finally pulled back from the embrace, he saw tears streaming down your face, causing him to stir in alert.

“What did I do?”

You shook your head, your face too close. “Nothing. You're just…”

It was time to lighten the mood and that was a skill he indulged like no other.

“Ridiculously handsome?”

You chuckled, your breath fanning his lips. “Incredibly so. But…”

He cradled your face in his hands, thumb brushing against the softness of your cheek, as he waited for you to continue.

You shivered under his touch.

Was it from the cold?

Or was it something else?

You were close. Too close. 

He could feel your every breath on his face and this ever-growing pull was now enveloping him.

Oh, how he wanted to kiss you.

Make you his and his alone.

“What is it, love?”

The word had left his lips before he could register how he was almost… panting.

Your hands came to grip his arms and he found himself leaning into you again.

“Astarion… I…”

He arched a brow, suddenly aware that something was amiss.

Something was terribly wrong.

Your eyes were glassy and your skin had grown cold, mouth agape and face void of any tangible expression.

Suddenly, you went limp in his arms but not before letting out a piercing pained shriek that tore through the night air and through him like the sharpest of knives. Your pulse was weak, but he could still feel your heart fighting through

Amongst the shock and panic, he spotted movement in the corner of his eye.

A hooded figure was standing still by the fence and he immediately knew who it was.

“Hello, Astarion.”

TBC

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drabble req? :) would love to see some astarion working on comforting or patching up tav/reader — there’s a lot of hurt/comfort in the other direction out there but soft!astarion is so cute :’) love your work btw! <3

Astarion x GN! Reader drabble (695 words)

SFW, Astarion POV, third person POV, Fluff, shitty pep talks (which I am also not great at,) no patching up but it's kinda cute anyway. A touch of jealous Gale

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“Astarion,” Gale began, the human always tiptoeing around him since the beginning. “Could you…” He shook his head, the man looking unsure with his next words. “Could you check in on Tav?”

Astarion sighed and closed his book, his eyes flicking to the fireplace where Tav sat alone and poked at the fire. “And just why would I do that?”

“Look,” Gale clenched his teeth together, looking over his shoulder to where Tav sat before looking to Astarion once more. “They obviously have feeling for you—“

“Hah! Well that's no surprise. After all, no one can deny my charms—“

“And you obviously have feelings for them.” Gale’s tone was firm, his eyes harsh as he glared back at the vampire, a tint of jealousy swimming beneath it.

Astarion tossed his book into his tent, his arms coming to cross over his chest as he glared right back at Gale. “And so what if I do?!” Now he swung his hands in front of himself, gesturing past Gale and to where Tav still sat. “What the hell do you expect me to do!? Go over there and tell them everything is going to be okay?! That all of the evil in the world will never get to them because I’ll protect them from it?! That these fucking tadpoles in our brains mean no harm and that we’ll all live happily ever after?!”

“Yes,” Gale replied. “That is exactly what I expect you to do.”

Astarion dropped his arms to his sides, pouting at Gale’s answer. He sighed. “Fine!”

Shoving past Gale he made his way to Tav, rubbing his now injured shoulder. He may have overreacted just a tiny bit, but the way Gale stumbled from his shoulder check was worth it.

“Hello, Tav,” Astarion sat down beside them without an invitation.

“Hey.” They gave Astarion a small smile but turned their attention back to the fire.

“I think it’s best if we’re just honest with one another here,” Astarion said with a shrug. “Being friends and all.”

Tav only hummed in reply.

For a moment Astarion let his facade drop. Usually Tav would be eager to chat with him, truly, about anything and everything. To see them pay more attention to the fire than his gorgeous self— something really was wrong.

“What’s wrong, Tav? Tadpole hosting a private party in your skull?”

Tav snorted, another smile gracing Astarion and giving his heart a little flutter knowing that he managed to earn a real smile from them. “Everything?” Tav answered. “Just… everything.”

“Well-“

“And you don’t have to tell me that we’ll live happily ever after.”

“Look at you! Eavesdropping on a private conversation? I’m so proud.”

They didn’t reply this time, just focusing on the flames as they danced in front of them, burning down the pile of wood and sparking as Tav added another log.

“No, things won’t end happily ever after,” Astarion broke the silence as he spoke, his voice soft. “I think that much was obvious the moment we were abducted by fucking mind flayers.”

“Some pep talk—“

“Give me a moment, I’m not accustomed to cheering a person up!”

Tav laughed, but gestured for Astation to continue. “Okay, sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” Astarion bumped their arm into Tav’s. “Now, where was I—“

“Happily ever after, or lack thereof.”

“Right, our eventual demise.”

“Astarion—“

“Look, I’m not good at this, clearly. We’re all bound to die some day, but it’s how we spend our days before the end that matters. You can’t give into these feelings of darkness that haunt you, the urge to give up when things get tough. I’m here for you, everyone in this strange camp of weirdos is here for you— and if you’re hurting all you have to do is say something and we’ll do what we can. Shitty pep talks included.”

Tav nodded and tossed their stick into the fire, no longer playing with the flames that beckoned them. “I’m hurting.”

“I know, darling,” Astarion said and put his arm over their shoulder, pulling them closer. “I can’t change the world, all I can do is be here for you… and I hope it’s enough.”

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[simpcityy]

My Little Spawn Pt.7 (Dadstarion X Child!Reader)

Summary: Astarion was finally free from Cazador after being kidnapped by a mindflayer but he was stuck with one annoying task, you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Baldur's Gate 3 or any of its characters.

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), Cazador, language, violence, spoilers for those who haven't gone far in the game, mentions of blood, animal death...Uhhh...I think that is all. MAJOR SPOILERS IF YOU AREN'T IN ACT 2 YET.

Author Notes: (PLEASE READ) I hope all of you are excited for this chapter, I know some of you have been waiting for an update. I will be updating more chapters less, I got a new job, so I've been trying to focus on that. Thank you for understanding my lack being online. So, these next chapters will just be mostly fillers to move faster on act 3 so we can get some father battle. So, this chapter and the next might feel empty or rushed because we are on part 7 and we haven't reach act 3 and Cazador hasn't made an appearance yet. I want this series to have at least a maximum of 12 chapters. As always, Thank you so much for the support! I should be updating the master list with all the links of each chapter soon. Remember to Reblog and like if you enjoy this series. I am happy to start a taglist for this series since this week I will be working on a story well two.

Every time they settle down for the night, Astarion would be pacing and complaining how they are wasting time, you could be in danger. “Astation, we need rest for any enemies up ahead” Gale began only to be yelled at by the pale elf. Everyone was on edge with Astarions foul mood keeping their distance from him, even Tav. Tav mostly kept to themselves as Astarion only glared the meanest eyes at them, spewing over and over it’s their fault. “We could've found them already but here you are all lazing around.” He crossed his arms sitting at his tent. “Alright fangs, we get it.” Karlach looks over, carrying over wood on her shoulder. “You are always welcome to go on your own and find them. We are all worried for the little soldier, but we need to be smart about this and not endanger them more” Astarion only looks away and sits alone in his tent missing his little spawn. 

You were running trying to avoid the shadow curse taking over you. You somehow escaped that cell, but it cost the life of a guard. All you could see is their life drained. You felt so bad but yet they tasted so sweet. You vowed yourself not a single word of this to Astarion. You were scared he was going to get mad. You ran over to a fire staying close to it whimpering. Hearing footsteps near you, you quickly crouch behind a large rock and peaked. Hoping whatever is coming near is friendly. “Halt! Who goes there!” A feminine voice calls out. “Come out or arrows would be fired” They threaten. You slowly walk out of your hiding spot. Gasps were heard, “It’s just a child” the woman walks over and smiles “Are you okay? We won’t hurt you.” She kneels down holding a touch. “I escaped from a big castle…” You whisper, staying close to your rock. “Castle? Moonrise towers.” One of them whispers to their leader. “Come, we have a safe place called the Last Light Inn, you will be safe there. There are children of your age as well.  “She gently took your hand and kept you close. “Harpers lets go before the Shadow Curse gets us.” She commands and walks down a path. 

You felt lost inside this inn. You watched as those same Tieflings from the Grove were playing a quiet game. You slowly walked over “Hi…can I play?” You placed your arms behind your back. They only look at you before going back to their game. You turned around ready to walk back to the chair you were in, but a hand grabbed your arm and spun you back to the Tiefling children. “Hey now, is that how we treat a hero? If I remember correctly, they helped us out back at the Grove.” Mol grins looking back at the children “So I reckon you reconsider their offer.” Once they see Mol, they quickly move over offering you a spot. You smile “Thank you!” You quickly sat on the open spot playing with them. 

Hours passed and you met many people, you caught up with Alfira but you noticed she seemed sad. You also noticed there are a couple of Tieflings missing but didn’t question it. You met Jaheira and Isobel along with many more. You stayed by Mol’s side befriending her. You munched on a piece of bread given by Jaheria when you looked overhearing a commotion. “Stay inside, could be dangerous” Alfira told you two before walking outside. You didn’t mind as you kept eating but hearing a voice you’ve missed so much; you dropped your bread. 

“Astarion!” You yelled running outside tearing up. “Stay back little one!” Jaheira warns as you go outside and slip past her. Astarion looks overhearing his name and swore his dead heart had a heartbeat again when he saw you alive and unharmed. He picked you up quickly and held you close, placing your head into the neck of his shoulder “Oh thank god your alive little spawn” He didn’t care who saw him, he was feeling many emotions. He kissed the top of your head. Mol walks over “They are the ones who saved us, and that is their daddy.” Astarion looks up hearing Mol “I’m just a caretaker” He rolls his eyes. The group can see their spawn companion is back to his normal self. 

After the group minus you, take some herbal medicine that makes you say the truth, you stay near Astarions side. “What have you been up to little Spawn.” He brushes your hair as you sit between the space of his legs. “I was locked up in a castle when I woke up. There were these people and they called me beautiful artwork.” You look up at him. He frowns “So they know about your situation. “He sighs “They aren’t wrong, your kind is an artwork to those who have bad intentions. Usually…you would…” He tries to find the right words “Not be breathing, not even a second you were born. Which explains why there isn’t a high population of little spawns like you, well Dhampirs. “He explains though he knew you weren’t paying attention as you were busy watching a weed flow by the wind. He chuckles to himself as you were easy to get distracted. You got up from your spot and walked over greeting everyone you missed, getting hugs from left to right. You even got a pat on the head from Lae’zel. Nighttime came and you pouted at Astarion “But I don’t want to!” You wiggle around in his arms. You didn’t want to stay in the camp again. “It’s for your own good, it’s too dangerous out there.” He sighs “Tav say something” He motions his eyes over to you. Tav only looks over before looking over to you, “(Y/N) it’s safer for you to stay at camp. You don’t want Astarion to be worried sick again.” They pat your head. You only pout before huffing “Fine” You finally relax in his arm. “And you are never going to leave my side anymore” Astarion placed you over his hip walking to his tent. 

Over the couple of days, you were learning many things about nature thanks to Halsin. You giggle as he shifts out of his bear form. “Again! Again!” You cheered. “Alright alright.” He chuckles trying his best to keep up with your energy. More days went by, and a new temporary companion joined the group, Arabella. It took some time for you to warm up and approach her after Astarion told you to not question anything about her parents. You stood near her and kept silent before she broke the silence “You can talk to me you know; I am nothing like those children from the Grove.” She looks at you. Sitting down next to her, you look at the ground before looking up to Gale who was at his tent giving you the thumbs up. You took a deep breath and looked at Arabella. “Would you like to be my friend?” The Tiefling smiles “Of course. I think I need a friend at this point in my life. “ 

Hours rolled by and Astarion sighs walking back to the camp after successfully being able to get inside moonrise towers and become part of the group for their plan. “You know I can’t wait for when we stab them in the back” He smirks before looking over to see you and Arabella playing catch with Scratch. Scratch gets the ball whenever you fail to catch it and rolls away from you. “Were they able to play with other children over at Cazador’s palace?” Tav walks over to Astarion. The pale elf lets out a small smile seeing how happy you look. “No…Cazador never lets them out of the palace, never thought of it since I thought they were a spawn. Sunlight is our number one enemy after all, but I think this…this is making them feel more connected to their…human side you can say…I haven’t heard them complain about blood hunger. Maybe this distracts them” He hums before walking over “(Y/N), time a bath and do not fight me on this” He began before seeing you dart off. “Come back here!” He yells Tav only chuckles crossing their arms and lean back a bit watching you slip past Astarions legs and escape every time from his grasp. Everything was slowly going back to where it should, minus the tadpole and mind flayer situation.

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[lxdymoon0357]

So Do you write for Rashta? if so can I pls request a Yandere Rashta X GN Reader like the reader is a Childhood friend of Hers and helped her escaped?

(Don't know if you wanted it romantic or platonic, so ended up doing romantic because I love her, kinda made reader a semi-yandere too and willing! Reader :P || || Mentions of miscarriage, death, slaves, toxic relationship || GN! reader but leaning more towards male reader also did I write a scenario in headcanons???? Yes also, I didn't write a yandere thing, it's more of a Rashta X Reader)

Yandere! Rashta X Childhood friend! Reader HCs

✣ You met Rashta when you and your family went to the Rimwell astate as a child where you bumped into a lady who was very pretty but an angry scowl on her face which melted when you bumped into her. She bowed down to you and greeted to you, before pushing her daughter in front and making her bow down as well.

✣ You bowed back to them and greeted them as well, because your parents taught you to respect servants who work for you and anyone else who works because they work twice as much as anyone else!

✣ The lady was surprised but smiled warmly before helping you in what ever you need, before leaving you kissed them both on the back of their hands making the little girl who was near the same age as you giggle and blush furiously...

✣ You later met her again, trying to catch a bird in her arms in the large garden of the estate, you quickly befriended her and became very close with her. Her name was Rashta and she worked in the laundry section, slowly you both grew up and you got engaged to the Rimwell family's daughter, Libetti.

✣ You absolutely hated the family for treating their slaves, servants and worker so badly and you despised them, including Libetti with deep hatred, not only did she treat Rashta badly in front of you, she wouldn't allow you to spend time with the people you love, always found a way to blame her mistakes on you, always invaded your personal space, wouldn't listen to anything you say and always created arguments, but for some reason, she was also clingy as hell...

✣ You both grew up near each-other, as you visited your fiancee, Libbeti's manor quite often and sleep at her house in the guest room and sneaked out and you always visited Rashta, even after she lost her parents, you were a very dear friend of her and you both grew up into beautiful people.

✣ Whenever you visited Rashta you would teach her sometimes to help her read and write, which was good because she learnt quickly! And she would also happen with your paperwork sometimes.

✣ Rashta was also very possessive of you, she wouldn't let you leave her grip especially when you are sleeping over the Rimwell manor, she absolutely despised you being engaged to Libbeti and would often try to hurt her, but before she could do so, you stopped it and calmed her down whenever she got angry reminding her how she will get in trouble and won't be able to see you anymore...

✣ You loved Rashta with every fiber of your being, she was kind, bubbly and sweet and treated everyone nicely regardless of their status, appearance or colour, she was absolutely amazing, you didn't realize that you fell in love with her.....

✣ Then one day while you visited Libbeti as usual, you sneaked out at night like usual and entered Rashta's room where she was sitting on the bed admiring the photo of the empress like always, but crying and sobbing quietly.

✣ You immediately comforted her, and learnt that she had been in love with Alan, the son of the Rimwell family and had a affair with him and she had slept with him, you were crushed but you comforted her and told her it was fine....But you were worried about her being pregnant, and so one night you sneaked her out and got her check up by a physician, who confirmed your worried thoughts about her being pregnant.....

✣ She had to unfortunately announce her pregnancy and had to go through a very horrible pregnancy with a lot of pain and once you heard the Vicount heard how he was going to kill Rashta's baby so their family won't be damaged.....

✣ You were extremely worried about her and asked Libbeti to move in with you in one of your manors and bring some of her servants along with her, and fortunately she brought over Rashta which helped you look over Rashta more regularly

✣ You treated Rashta bette, you provided her with a new maid uniform, gave her her own room for whenever she got tired, got her into education classes on the sideline when Libbeti was busy and also bought her gifts for the baby....Slowly and slowly Rashta started developing feelings for you, strong feelings..

✣ Once Rashta entered her ninth month, you sent Libbeti and her family for a vacation with some of your most trusted servants to keep an eye on them. Rashta was extremely thankful to you for this, she even gave you a kiss on the knuckles....

✣ Upon Rashta giving birth, you immediately gave her baby to a couple who worked for you to look after the baby and told everyone else that the baby had passed away, Rashta was also given time of to spend time with the baby in the couple's cottage or maybe in the other side of the wing, away from Libbeti and her servants.

✣ When Libbeti came back, she asked about Rashta's baby first thing and you told her sadly that the baby had passed away and you gave Rashta a few days off to cope with the baby's death....

✣ Though Libbeti was mad about you giving her days off to cope with the baby's death saying she should still be working hard because she's a slave, you comforted her by saying how it does not matter because you have million other servants.

✣ You spent the day with her, taking her out to dinners, to keep her occupied and keep Rashta out of her mind while Rashta relaxed for the week, luckily it worked as she didn't even realize Rashta wasn't there for the week.

✣ Finally when Rashta came back to work the next week, looking relaxed, fresh and healthy, you immediately called her to your office and checked her up about her health and the baby, Rashta was answering all your questions happily with a heavy blush on her face before she left for her classes.

✣ Soon you would also visit Rashta to look after her baby, often looking after it while Rashta would catch up on her sleep, while you also treated Libbeti to dates and treated her as your real fiancee while hiding your hate and disgust under your mask.

✣ Soon Libbeti's coming of age ceremony was near and before doing anything you revealed to your parents that you were in love with another girl and that Libbeti wasn't in your interest anymore....Your parents understood about it and allowed you to annul your engagement with Libbeti, but only after she came of age.....

✣ You did so, until then you were spending a lot of time with Rashta while Libbeti was spending time with the empress, you were the largest noble of the empire and had a huge duchy, it was normal that you were able to get Libbeti to visit Navier earlier than her coming of age, because honestly they got along well.

✣ and Sooner or later, once you were helping Rashta put her son, Ian, to bed, when finally the little nugget fell asleep and it was far too late for you to be able to move yourself away and walk from this tiny cottage back to your estate, so you laid in Rashta's huge bed you gifted her...As you laid there, Rashta laid beside you as she carded her fingers through your hair, you both slowly leaned forward not realizing your actions, until your lips touched....

✣ You tried to annul your engagement with Libbeti, but her brother and father tried to blackmail you into saying that they knew Rashta's baby ws alive and they would very easily kill her, you knew Rashta's father had already paid off their debt and you had these all in a document, stolen by one of your spies...You still agreed

✣ When you reach home and in your bedroom, you told Rashta what happened, as right then and there Rashta pinned your down on your bed and kissed you, yet you didn't hate it and kissed her back and then the rest was history...

✣ you loved that night, and you did everything you could to slow down the wedding, until it was the night before your wedding and you couldn't do anything, as your worried thoughts took over your mind, you finally fell asleep but you weren't found in your room the next day...

✣ You woke up tied to a bed in a completely different room, until Rashta walked in with a tray of food, a huge knife and huge smile of her face, making you breathe a sigh of relief in secret...You weren't gonna let Rashta know this...

✣ As Rashta sat beside your bed and fed you the food, you asked her what she did this, to which Rashta got a scowl on her face and tears filled her eyes before she replied, "Cause I don't want you to marry that Bitch!" , "You mean Libetti?" , "DON'T SAY HER NAME!" Rashta yelled tears down her face and pout on her lips, while Rashta confessed her feelings to you and vented her emotions on everything, without her knowing you untied yourselves...

✣ You slowly sat up making sure Rashta was frightened and scared before gently putting your hands on her waist and asking her to lay down with you, she gently agreed before laying down and put her knife near her bedside table, as she sat there, you immediately pinned Rashta down with all your strength, and kissed her....

✣ Over the span of the next three weeks, you sent a letter to your family explaining you're okay and that you and Rashta were kidnapped and that you were planning on returning with her and it turns out this place was one of Rashta's cottages, she bought with her salaries, you were paying her a very generous amount and it was at the end of empire.

✣ You returned, showing the document s which said that Rashta's father's debt had been paid off and that she was no longer a slave and thus, you were also able to send the Viscount for a few years of prison for abuse, overdue of slavery and other things your trusted spies got out for you through evidences...

✣ You and Rashta ended up getting married and there weren't any rumors of Rashta being a slave and if there were any, they were dissipated very quickly. You adopted a girl who looked similar to you and Rashta a few years after raising Ahn!

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[galebrainrot2024]

Gale x Tav Enemies To Lovers Part III

As promised, Part III of the enemies to lovers fic staring our favorite, lusty rizzard and Tav. Tav's POV

Content Warning: Fowl, lewd language

“Yes,” she breathed the word, feeling how her heart flipped and clenched in her chest. Channeling the weave with another wizard was often intimate, sensual even, a practice reserved for close friends or lovers. Had she not been studied in magic, it may have been more innocuous, less frightening - and yet, as she spoke her agreement it was if another entity entirely had possessed her. What was she doing? 

You see, Tav was acutely aware that when she and Gale connected their abilities she would need to have her mental faculties on the highest alert. She needed to ensure her mental defenses didn’t fold so Gale couldn’t explore the depths of her mind. Sparks surged through her followed by a sweeping of goosebumps when she imagined what his intentions might be. The ire in her belly cooled - Gale had been so generous with her over these past few weeks it nearly made Tav forget about their rivalry in youth.

She hadn’t been exposed to that side of him before, a side that was compassionate and nervous, a bit shy and yet bold enough to ask her to share in the deepest type of intimacy. Arguably, channelling the weave in tandem would be tantamount to tantric, soul defying sex. 

Tav saw Gale’s eyes widen and he smiled uncontrollably, it was almost endearing. “Then follow me,” his voice was low, husky, and Tav obliged. 

When they stepped out of his tent most of the party had died down - a few of their companions lingered around the fire, clearly drunk and celebratory. Karlach was threatening to heat up Astarion and Shadowheart seemed to egg them on. Gale and Tav slipped into the darkness, though not before she caught Astation’s eye. She noted the jealousy that flashed across his expression and it confused her, he had been so disinterested when they had sex.

They paused at the brook a few meters from their camp, far enough away to be secluded and close enough to hear their rancorous laughter. 

“Are you absolutely sure this is alright with you?” Gale’s skin seemed to glow in the soft moonlight, his lips dancing at the edges and his eyes gleamed with both curiosity and something Tav didn’t recognize. 

“Yes,” she said, this time a bit sharper. He seemed to note the irritation and stiffened, clearing his throat. 

“Very well. Shall we?” He gazed at her and then Gale began to move his arms through the air in deft, subtle strokes and she followed his lead. Their eyes remained glued to each other. As she mimicked the movements the sudden warmth of the Weave began to pulse through her finger tips, calmly at first and then like a tidal wave it crashed over her. It was the sensuality of a kind word, a soft touch, a lover’s embrace all at once. And then their soft voices mingle as they chanted: “Ah-thran Mystra-Ryl Kantrach-Ao.” 

There it was. Rapture. The gossamer threads of the Weave enveloped them in a warm cocoon. She felt Gale’s body, his mind, his spirit in ways she had not before - he was letting her in, if only partially. She tilted her head to the side, her lips parting despite the dryness in her mouth - the tension seemed to heighten and the gnawing in her stomach grew until she recognized the feeling - desire. Whether it was Gale or hers she couldn’t be clear. 

Tav gazed into Gale’s eyes and then her eyes dipped to his lips. She realized how full, how soft they looked. This momentary lapse made her defenses lower and she felt Gale within the reaches of her mind, feeling her desire in every fiber of his being. His eyes widened in surprise, his mind shooting with short fire gusts of embarrassment, fear and then elation. Gale stood a bit taller and stumbled over his words, “Sorry… I wasn’t expecting..” His eyes searched Tav’s and she felt the depths of his desire and yearning both shrouded by insecurity. This emotion was a surprise to Tav - Gale was many things and self conscious was not one she anticipated. “But it is a pleasant image to be sure. Most pleasant in fact, most welcome.” Gale nearly breathed out the words and took a step closer to her. 

Tav inhaled although the air didn’t quench her need, the Weave drawing them closer and then there it was - the memory that pulled Tav from the moment and her desire and curiosity was replaced with fury. You see, in that moment where Gale dropped his defenses she saw clearly that he knew her. He remembered. 

The Weave dissipated and shock etched his face, the color draining from it. “Please let me explain…” but Tav wasn’t interested in hearing any more of his explanations. 

“I knew it,” she hissed through gritted teeth beginning to storm back towards the camp. “You’ve known this whole time!” 

“Please, wait a moment!” He interjected, catching up to put a hand on her shoulder. Tav’s body responded with a rush when his hand met her skin and she ignored the thought, too angry. Gale spun her to face him and she glowered, seething as he spoke: “You knew, too. I saw it. You are perfectly capable of sharing the same information and yet, you didn’t. Might I suggest we both had our reasons?” 

The nerve. The fucking audacity. Gale hasn’t changed at all, unable to take accountability for a single godsdamned thing, Tav thought, her blood reaching a boiling point. She stepped towards Gale, pushing a finger against his chest. “You spoke first. What would you have me do? Honestly let’s paint the picture,” she felt her voice rising, her hands beginning to wave in rapid motions that followed her growing frustration, “I pulled you from the portal. You immediately introduce yourself as a,” she grits her teeth and snorts, “wizard of great acclaim and renown and then ask if  we were doctors, clerics, or able to fucking sew. So, in the time you had to say all of that, I wonder if you were in my position you would feel bold enough to say, ‘Actually, you self-important, arrogant bastard we do know one another, no introductions are necessary.’” 

Tav could see that she was goading him, his face reddening and his expression darkened. He stepped closer to her, his hand wrapping around the wrist that pointed against his chest. “I would, actually.” Gale said matter of factly. “I would have told you that I remembered you.” 

Tav scoffed, her face inches from his, “You had that opportunity and missed it.” 

Gale groaned and rolled his eyes before staring into hers, pulling Tav close to him, his voice lower. “I was terrified to tell you. Is that what you want to hear? And then when you said nothing, I assumed that meant you either a. didn’t remember me or b. you were actively choosing to ignore the fact you remembered me, something that, I would like to say for the record, I respected.” 

Tav’s entire body shook and she closed her eyes, seeing red and yet her heart stung when her nervous system cooled enough to recognize what he had said - that he was terrified to tell her. Partially, she noted, probably due to how she was reacting now.

“Assumptions have never helped anyone.” She tapped the place where the orb was on his chest and then let her fingers drag along the pattern on his neck, “You would have thought you learned that lesson.”

Tav stomach’s sunk as soon as the last word fell. She knew it was a low blow. Perhaps the worst thing she could have said to him in that moment. She felt it in his touch, once alive, lighting a fire against her skin now ice cold. She felt him stiffen and his hands dropped to his sides. She gazed into his eyes, seeking forgiveness and was met with an aloof, bottomless stare. One she could never forget. “Gale, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have… that was cruel…” 

“It was cruel.” He said before retreating into his tent. 

It was only then Tav noticed Astarion lingering at the edge of camp. How long had he been there? Had he heard everything? He was leaning against a tree and looking at his nails after he caught her eye. Tav stomped over to him although she was still wracked with guilt. Gale deserved it didn’t he? It dawned on her that perhaps he hadn’t done anything at all other than be himself. She sighed, pushing the thoughts away. 

“A little lovers quarrel?” Asation’s grin was wicked. “My offer still stands,” he cooed, "if you’d like to explore one another’s full portfolio of talents again.” His voice was silken and Tav understood how he was able to lure so many to Cazador. His white hair glowed under the dim stars and she felt her body respond, eager. He took a step towards her and pulled her lip down a bit with his thumb, grasping her neck with one of his hands. “I can think of no better way to relieve all of this frustration you have.”

She glanced into his red eyes and saw the same emptiness, the same disinterest. This time it was of no consequence to her. Tav surrendered to him, their lips meeting in a hungry, slow, almost aggressive kiss. Tav wanted to drown in him, out of space and time itself, if it meant she didn't have to think again.

#god gale #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 art #gale #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #bg3 brainrot #gale x tav #gale romance #gale x tav enemies to lovers #baulders gate astarion #baulders gate gale #baulders gate rp

[writersminagerie]

Thank you I suppose

Fandom: Baldurs gate 3

Rating: Teen And Up

Characters: Astarion, Gale

Relationships: Astarion x Gale

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff | Slow Burn | Romance

Synopsis: After helping Astarion with a flashback in the Dank Crypt Gale is surprised to find the Vampire spawn outside his tent.

Prt. 1: The silence

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The day had been a long one, and as the group stumbles back to camp Gale catches Astarion looking at him. Well, staring was more accurate a word. But the moment they stepped foot in their little sanctuary Astarion looked away and hurried to his own tent.

Gale shrugs his shoulders, he's too tired to wonder about the quirks of the local vampire. After unpacking, washing up, and changing Gale settles on his bedroll with a book. He can hear something, or someone pacing around outside his tent. He wasn't too worried, the camp was full of restless souls, a dog, and an owlbear cub. Noise, talking, and pacing were commonplace.

"Gale?" Astarion's voice called to him.

The wizard puts his book down and pokes his head out of the tent. He sees the Spawn standing by the tent flap, a nervous air about him. That was enough to make the man worried. He climbs out of his tent to stand with the other, a smile on his face.

"Good Evening Astarion. What can I do for you?" He asks.

"Earlier in the Crypt... When we were silenced, I - You helped me," Astarion began. "You had no obligation to shield me or to help me calm down, but you did..." Astarion trails off unable to fully look at Gale. The human looks at the other's face, there is a tinge of apprehension and conflict in the other man's eyes. Was Astarion worried that Gale would demand something in return for the kind gestures? The spawn kept his past under tight wraps but it was obvious he'd been hurt, badly.

"Think nothing of it, "Gale waves a hand, "I merely did what any decent person would have done."

"That's just it. In my experience, there are very few decent people. And even fewer who'd be willing to help me given what I am," Astarion clasped his own wrist, thumb rubbing at the bandage still wrapped around it. "So.. thank you I suppose."

Gale snorts, "you suppose?"

"Please I'm not good at this sort of thing."

"Thanking someone and meaning it?"

"Letting someone know they helped me because it is an admission that I owe them something!" The air grew tense as silence fell between them.

Gale examines Astarion's face, trying to find... something. Anything. But Astarion's expression had become stony and those internal walls were reforming. If there was one feeling Gale knew, it was being indebted to someone for what they gave you. To fear what would happen if you failed to fulfill their desires and they refuse to aid you in the future.

Astarion turns to storm back to his own tent when Gale reaches out and takes his elbow, "Wait, astarion! I'm sorry I had meant that in jest. I didn't realize it would cause you such distress." The spawn half turns to the Wizard, still guarded. Gale deserved that.

"You owe me nothing," Gale continues, "I only wished to defend you as your ally, and to rid you of whatever vision the silence had extracted from your memories." His tone was desperate and earnest and Astation's eyes softened. Even a small smile tugged at the elf's lips.

"It's alright Gale. I should know you well enough now to not take you too seriously."

"And I should know you well enough that some topics be approached with some tact." Gale realizes he still has ahold of Astarion's elbow and lets go hoping his cheeks didn't turn too red. The wink Astarion gives him isn't assuring on that front.

The elf bids him good night and strolls back to his own tent. And Gale was left to ease the fluttering in his chest and the burning in his cheeks

#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #fanfic #bg3 fanfic #astarion ancunin #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #bg3 astarion #fluff #slow burn

[spacebarbarianweird]

Hi! I love reading your headcanons. My fave is the human!tav one as it's really bitter sweet. But headcanons I don't see floating around too often in the Astation X Tav scene are draconic sorcerer ones.

(Which I sort of find a bit weird since the class is really popular according to the infographic larian put out around after patch 5)

rambling aside, I was wondering what your headcanons are on it.

Personally I know it could vary based on draconic ancestry, but a few I have for my white draconic human durge are, they are slightly cool to the touch so they love to hoard blankets to keep warm, or that they like to preen their wings to impress others. Oh and that they can speak draconic (cause they just get that in D&D)

Another extra thing is that I like to imagine that he calls them a miniature dragon based on this voice line (although this could go for dragonborn as well) (https://www.tumblr.com/egooppidum/734644609171488768/astarion-mini-dragon-i-want-to-hear-astarions?source=share)

Sorry if it's a bit long and detailed, I just like to think what their relationship would be like with these draconic quirks.

Hi-hi!

Draconic Sorcerers are very cool! I just didn't know they existed XD.

I've made these headcanons recently (one about the Draconic Sorcerer Tav and the other about a Dragonrider Tav).

If these aren't headcanons you were looking for, let me know in the inbox! Astarion x Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer!Tav

Astarion x Drakewarden!Tav (Ranger subclass)

#answered

[lokisqueen69]

Oc x Viggo Grimborn

Warnings: N/A

Let me know what you guys think so far and feel free to ask questions! Please be nice tho 🥹

Also sorry if I have some spelling errors my brain is mush 99% of the time 😂

Johann and Katie set out early in the morning to get her book copied for him. “These recipes are for OUR EYES only…” leans to the merchant’s ear “…and if someone in the archipelago get any of these recipes copied, I will kill you. Loki will ensure it!” Loki growls at the merchant putting a fear not many know into him, and he trembles and nods “Of c-course miss no one will ever see this!” Katie smiles “Good then Johann will return in eight days to collect the book and I will be on my way! Here is your payment.” He hands him the sack of gold and gets on Loki. Taking off and heading the Johann’s ship in the far distance. “Got a head start I see!” She says from atop Loki flying next to the ship “it’s about a day sail from here figured it be better to get a head start.” Katie sighs and dramatically flops on Loki’s back “Can I just meet you there!”

“No, my lady, as I fear what they might do to you if not in the presence of yours truly!” Johann replied pleased with himself.

“Can’t we just fly you there?” Katie suggested but she already knew the answer.

“My lady, I would rather travel back to the horrid swamp of the de- “

“Yep! Yea, I have my answer Johann.” She says before he could blab on more. She sighs once more knowing it’s going to be a long ride there.

“Ugh finally I can SEE land!” She says astatic.

“Katie. Land Loki on the boat. NOW!” Johann said with urgency. She knew he meant business when he spoke like this. She lands Loki on the boat and jumps off his back. He turns to face her momentarily, “Katie, I need you on best behavior. These are business partners and on my word as your friend and the only person I consider family…no harm will come to you OR Loki. I don’t understand it, but I know he means something to you, but it might be better if he leaves upon meeting them.” He takes a deep breath and prepares himself for business. As the boat is dock on the shore, she could already feel the eyes of hunters on her and Loki. Loki become uneasy and growls and snipes at a hunter.

“Hey! Control your dragon!” The hunter snears “Or we will. He will make a niiiice and stunning new helmet.” Katie growls and turns to him beyond pissed.

“Oooooo you want run that by me again!” She walks up to the hunter and sizes him up. Finding that she is not too much shorter than him. She starts to build her tactic of taking him down when a hand is on her shoulder. She’s doesn’t think too much about it til it’s on her presssure point and the fingers dig in. She whimpers in moves her shoulder away from the hand turning around.

“Who the hell do you think- “she stops when she sees Johann being stopped by two hunters and a man in front of her. This man was tall and had lots of dragon scale armor on.

“I suggest you control yourself and show some respect to my brother’s presence.” She feels her face go white and she sees the look of fear on Johann’s face. She sees the other man approaching as she kneels showing some respect,

“I’m so sorry sir…my behavior was out of line.” She says knowi n she’s not getting this job now and she feels bad for making Johann look bad too.

“Nonsense.” He says as helps her up look at her with a smirk “My men should have never talked to my business partners or guest like that.” She sighs feeling a little better “But I must admit…some so passionate about her dragon might not be a good fit.”

“I can assure you that MY dragon won’t be a problem. I have the ability to kill what is deemed necessary. I would ask Johann to vouch but I fear I have not made a good impression to begin with.” She says defeated as she knows all this work is for nothing.

“Mmmmm true but looks- “the man lifts Katie’s chin up. Eyes meeting his. “-can be deceiving.” She’s breathless as she immediately starts to blush and swoon upon seeing him.

“How ever I would like to move this along in a more formal environment. I will let you two get settled and meet you in the designated tent in one hour. Johann knows the way can’t wait to see you then my dearest?” The man says help you to your feet.

“Katie.” She replies nervously.

“No last name?” The man asked curiously.

“It a ummm…long story.” She says sadly.”

“Ah yes. I believe I have overstepped by bounds. See you i our my dear and don’t hesitate to ask for anything from me or my guards.” The man says leaving with his brother. The guards around Johann leave as he runs over to hugs you.

“Oh, my gods! You are in so much trouble!” He says dragging you your shared tent. He pours a quick cup of tea for your two.

“I know your probably pretty shaken up my hun. Why I remember my first time when the dastardly man first truly showed his colors- “

“Johann holy shit I’m fine! And surely that’s not his TRUE colors he hardly showed and anger at all. Impressive.” She says rembering his hand on her. She feels her face heat up as she takes a sip of the tea. She clears her mind and asked Johann.

“What should I expect from him and his brother especially in the working environment. I don’t see many women here.”

“They will treat you right. They have been in business a long time now, so they know how to ensure safety and well-being of everyone. They will make you work they won’t take it easy on your for being a woman. If they see you breaking a rule or betraying them, they will KILL, you. Please my dearest friend doesn’t die…I could never forgive myself.” Johann added the last part quietly. Face sinking at the thought. Katie smiles gently and rests a hand on his.

“I won’t I promise. I will be on my best behavior this time I promise.” She says slightly embarrassed at the earlier events. Johann smiles putting his tea down to hug her.

“Now that we have this out of the way. Are you ready?”

“Yes. Just let me brush my hair.” Katie says fixing her hair to look nicer. They walk to Viggo’s tent and nods at one of the guards at the entrance.

“Sir, they have an arrived.” The guard states as he pokes his head in.

“Bring them in.” You hear his silky voice says and I shiver runs up your spine. Johann give you a side eye as you both walk in.

“Viggo, it’s so nice to see my best business partner seem to have been going splendidly.” Johann puts on his businessman face and act. You stand at attention ready to impress Viggo and his brother…this time.

“Yes. Business has been quite nice very few disruptions as of late and your maps have proven quite useful. And I am hoping this lovely young woman is also here to help business.” Viggo says gesturing to you to sit.

“Yes sir, I am willing to be put to work no matter the task.” You say confidently. The other man scuffs as you feel the rage build. Trying to calm your mind you breath out.

“Brother show some respect. Thank you keeping your rage under control…this time.” He winks at you as pours some water for you and Johann. Johann didn’t like him winking but ignores it as he reaches for his water. You look at the water then at Johann.

“It’s fine. I promise.” Johann calms your nerves as you take a sip.

“I compliment your caution but as long as you help don’t cause any further issues, we will have need of getting rid of you.” Viggo says as he himself says a sup of the water.

“Johann, I presume you have the goods and maps we had discussed for this visit.” Viggo says as he sets his drink down. You can’t help but look at the weapons behind him admiring the gronkle iron swords.

“Of course, I have the right here.” Johann says taking out the maps and a small variety of pouches filled with gems and rare stones. Johann sees your distracted and bumps your leg. You look back to see Viggo eyeing you as you blush you stomach sink.

‘Why can’t I do this right. I need this job’ you think as Viggo smiles gently as looks at the weapons behind you.

“Which is your favorite lady, Katie?” He says as he rises from his seat.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean anything disrespect.” You say sinking your head to respect Viggo.

“Nonsense this is light business, but this sword is my favorite to use.” I say taking the sword in hand. You examine the sword whole sword as it looks quite old.

“You use it?” You say you see a massive break in the sword almost unnoticeable to the naked eye.

“Ummm yes quite why?” Viggo says almost sight offended.

“Well, you see- “you get up quickly and walk over the Viggo as Johann tries to stop and buried his face in the desk in front of him. “-if you look here on the sword there a big break in the metal. This can be fixed but the sword is very likely break in battle especially with harder metal like armor.” You move the sword in Viggos hands to look at the creak. Viggo eye go wide and he himself sees the creak down his sword.

“5 minutes and you caught this shape up brother.” He says playful smacking his brother’s chest. You smiley slightly at the brotherly spirit but soon see Johann mouthing ‘SIT DOWN’. You duck your head and go back to your seat.

“Sorry, this is a business meeting I should be more formal.” Viggo smiles and puts the sword back and sits himself.

“Let’s continue” Viggo states. Minutes turning into hours as you sit and try to absorb everything you could from their interactions and conversation. You see Viggo is extremely smart and very business savvy. His brother was more brawn and mostly stood there only speaking when necessary. As the meeting closes Viggo requested to speak with you privately. You stay seated at Johann nervously leaves you as Viggo’s brother as exits the tent leaving you and Viggo alone.

#httyd fandom #viggo grimborn

[samieree]

Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

OC x ?😏

-> Chapter XXVIII ''Reunion''

Chapter XXIX ''Born in flames''

Sitting with all these women wasn't the most interesting thing to do. She should be in Meereen right now, dealing with the Sons of the Harpy once and for all, not stuck here. Although maybe some good will come out of it if her plan succeeds... Except she still doesn't know how she's going to lock them in here. This was what she was thinking about when the woman who welcomed her told her about the others.

Among others, there was a girl from Lhazareen whom Khal found hiding in a well after burning down her village. She felt involuntarily sad at the thought of a twelve-year-old girl who had to go through something like that. Barely a year later, she gave birth to a child - which she certainly didn't want - and since it was a girl, Khal broke her ribs. It was as if she meant nothing.

She immediately thought of the children crucified on the road to Meereen. Their fate was equally terrible, although it is difficult to say who had it worse - the one who finally met death and peace, or the one who survived.

She had to end this injustice.

She cannot listen to this woman, pretend to be someone she is not for the rest of her life and sit in this place. She is the Queen, not the widow of some Khal. She wants more from life than advising a bunch of savages. She must change them, change their barbaric customs, and she can only do this by becoming their Khaleesi.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she said she had to leave, citing the need to urinate. But she couldn't even do that herself, the young girl they were talking about earlier was going to show her where it is done. As if she couldn't find a bush herself if she really needed it...

They left the hut together. Visenya watched her silently for a moment, assessing how open she could be with her. She looked scared, dissatisfied with her life. She was probably still wondering what would have happened if the Dothraki had never attacked her village. Unfortunately, she can't give her the village back, but she can give her back the freedom to choose her life path. She's still very young, she can do a lot.

She reminded her of her before she fled King's Landing, broken, hopeless. Because of this, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for her. So she smiled and spoke:

"Anha laz vo stodo eyak zhille neak." the girl didn't look at her. "Foz chiorisso estoro." she added, this encouraged the girl to raise her head and look at her.

*"I couldn't stand them anymore."* *"Old women stink."*

"Mori tat estoro." she admitted that she was right, even smiled slightly. Nothing in the last few days, or even weeks, had made her happier than to make this girl smile.

"Hash foz hash yer, hash yeri khal athdrivar?" Visenya asked.

*"How old were you when your Khal died?"*

"Shindosi." she replied, glancing at her again, this time for longer.

*"Sixteen."*

"Mae thirat akka ale neak." she said it in an extremely light tone, even smiling boldly, convinced that she was right.

*"He lived far too long."*

She saw from the girl that she felt more comfortable in her company. That was the thing, if she had to be, she didn't want to be surrounded only by grumpy, stinky old women. And as much as possible, she wanted to make this poor girl's life better.

"Mori astat quro noreth chiori et zhavvorsi, tor. Ajjin rek tawak? Yer zhorre zhavvorsi?"  the girl asked when they were almost there, somewhere behind the bushes, not far from the cottage. There was enthusiasm in her voice, as if something interesting was finally happening in her life.

*"They say the silver-haired woman has dragons. Is it true? Do you have dragons?"*

"Sec. Tikh allayafi tat tihat eyak?" Vis replied, smiling and nodding her head.

*"Yes. Would you like to see them?"*

"Anha laz vo. Anha zin Dosh Khaleen, anha tikh leto jin dosi ven jin fih." here the enthusiasm disappeared and the depression caused by reality appeared.

*"I can't. I am Dosh Khaleen, I will leave this place as a smoke."*

"Anha ast anha tikh seris yer ei akka anha tikh. Yer tikh tihat anna zhavvorsi, anha asqoyi." she assured, briefly squeezing girl's hand.

*"I said I would free you and I will. You will see my dragons, I promise."*

She wanted to sit somewhere behind all the bushes, talk to her where no one would disturb them, but she couldn't. Something she didn't expect happened and she almost jumped back before she recognized the faces.

Daario grabbed that girl, covered her mouth, and held his knife to her throat like he did to Missandei so long ago.

"Let her go!" she shouted, but quickly calmed her tone, after all, she didn't want to bring anyone here.

"We have to escape." she was really happy to see familiar faces after all this time, but she couldn't escape now. That's why she pulled her arm from ser Arthur's gentle grip when he was about to pull her along with him.

"No. And you have to let her go." she addressed the second sentence to Daario. He wasn't too keen on it, but he finally listened to her. Vis grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her behind her, calming her down by telling her who these men were.

"We were afraid they had already killed you, or-"

"I lied to them." she interrupted Daario, looking from one man to the other. "Tomorrow evening the Khals are to decide whether I can become Dosh Khaleen, in this hut." she pointed with her head at the building behind the bushes, but not that far behind her.

At that moment she got an idea. She can't lock the Khals inside, but they can.

"You will help me. But not in running away, enough of that." she looked again at the cottage to which she would soon have to return. "Tomorrow evening, when they start judging me, you will block the doors." she looked back at them.

"They'll kill you." Daario said immediately. She thought this way weeks ago, but apparently she is still alive and well.

"What are you planning?" she didn't want to answer Arthur's question, she would have to explain everything to them, and... And she didn't know why she was the way she was. They would surely start to dissuade her from this idea, or worse, think she is crazy. She couldn't allow that. They will see for themselves what the plan is.

"Trust me." she only said those two words, but they expressed everything she wanted to tell them before she returned to Dosh Khaleen.

* * *

She went inside with two Dosha Khaleen - the old one and the one she had gone out with for some fresh air - only when one of the Khals called out that they can come in. She knew that in the next few minutes everything will be resolved, she hoped it will be in her favor. She was able to control her stress quite well, because there was no sign of nervousness on her face, she had a neutral expression on her face that gave nothing away.

She stood in the center, right in front of a stone platform with four torches around it, her chance. All she has to do is get on this platform so that they don't have time to get her when the first torch falls.

There was a long silence before anyone spoke as everyone stared at her. Maybe her clothes, which resembled a sack with holes for arms and head - maybe it was just a sack - did not add any charm to her and completely ruined her figure, but it did not change the fact that she had her purple eyes and silver hair, loosen by Dosh Khaleen.

"Kesko akka rass tiro mae?" the one sitting on her right, almost next to her shoulder, spoke first.

*"Does anyone even care about her?"*

"Anha, tat. Mae zheanalat." replied one of the men sitting across from her. "Mae ajjin toda horr duro."

*"I do. She's beautiful. She's paler than milk."*

She didn't hide her contempt for the way they talked about her as if she wasn't there. How many times in her life will she have to go through someone just admiring her beauty? As if that was the only valuable thing about her.

And of course they are great Khals who destroyed many villages and raped many women, they were proud of all their deeds, even though they were not glorious. Well, let them celebrate the time they have left.

"Anha zala tat tiholat hash Khaleesi lekhi allayafi." added another one, sitting further to the left.

*"I want to know what Khaleesi tastes like."*

"Akka anha zala tat oro zot mae corozzo tihes hash anha karth mae." she didn't even look at them, she didn't even feel that much disgust anymore, is this a sign that she no longer cares what others think about her or that they were already dead in her head and their words didn't matter?

*"And I want to look at her purple eyes when I fuck her."*

"Mae worr ma Dosh Khaleen."  finally said the one with whom she came to this cursed place, Khal Moro.

*"She belongs with Dosh Khaleen."*

"Jin Ville Koli ki Yunkai zala mae, lor mae tat eyak, mori ot derrso hrazefo."

*"The Wise Lords of Yunkai want her, let's sell her to them, they offer ten thousand horses."*

She didn't say anything, just listened to their conversation. How ironic that when she offered them thousands of horses, she was laughed at. And now they're discussing whether she's worth more than ten thousand horses. She was surprised that Moro said to fuck that offer and he would take their horses himself if he wanted. Not that it would make his situation any better.

"Corks hash yer doh yer laz bosto anna lorw." she said, drawing their attention. There was silence for a brief moment before one of them decided to silence her.

*"It's funny how you think you can decide my fate."*

"Chak. Jini Dosh Khaleen Rolo, yer zhorre vo wisse ere kash kisha bosto yer're Dosh Khaleen."

*"Silence. This is the Dosh Khaleen Temple, you have no say here until we decide that you are a Dosh Khaleen."*

She laughed at these words, which sounded slightly hysterical. They looked at her strangely, but she ignored it. She sighed and finally moved from her place, starting to say:

"Toros ishish tikh coshoro rhaeshi ha anna, ven anha ki yol awoq jin havazh,kiinosi portih ki fekh kadah." she took slow steps, circling the stone platform in the center of the hut. She seemed to be looking around, but in fact she was repeating her plan in her head. "Ki hak anha vos terodoto jin asshekh ki coso, vosma anha ki astad akka ol dohg anh derrso ghado, posto jin sido, posto vordho vorsah... Anha kogho ha adakha, adakha zhokwas. Akka yer, naqis mahrazh, srih yer laz proth anna lowr. Yer hash vo alikh ke karo." she finished, stepping onto the dais. They disliked the defiant look in her eyes almost as much as the fact that she dared to call them weak, unworthy, and vermin.

*"These may be foreign lands to me, as I was born on the other side of the sea, in the capital of the Seven Kingdoms. Of course, I do not remember this day, but I have read and been told about it thousands of times, about the Sack, about the flames dancing everywhere... I survived for something, for greater things. And you, weak and unworthy, think you can decide my fate. You are nothing more than vermin."*

First, after a short moment of silence and stupor, they started laughing. They thought she was crazy - after all, what woman would dare to speak to them like that? She spoke as if she could pose a real threat to them, which they didn't believe. They had too much pride and idiolatry to even think that she might be their executioner. They saw a weak, stupid, pretty girl.

They didn't know that she was already a few times in her life pretending to be stupid to get what she wanted with her charm. They didn't know that she had taken advantage of the fact that others did not appreciate her many times. They didn't know that this woman was the daughter of a prince and a princess. They didn't know that she led an army and ruled a city. They didn't knowshe had dragons with which she threw man to eat, that she rode on these beasts.

Most importantly, they did not know that this girl was who the priestesses of R'hllor spoke of, what her father dreamed of.

It's a pity that they will only have the opportunity to learn about this last thing.

"Yer toki vih."  Moro rose from his seat, saying this, when the laughter had died down. "Vo Dosh Khaleen ha yer. Yer tikh allayafi jin vih, ma kisha tikh sfoss yer ven jin vih."

*"You stupid whore. No Dosh Khaleen for you, you're acting like a whore, so we'll treat you like a whore."*

"Akka yer hash jin drigjo ki jin qos akka yer tikh tikh kasr allayafi ato." she replied, looking at them with pity, as if she really felt sorry for them. Maybe that was the case, but she knew these people wouldn't change, and the only way for her to get what she wanted was to kill them.

*"And you are the disease of this world and you will be treated as such."*

She took two steps forward, standing just behind the torch closest to them. A pleasant warmth touched the skin of her chest, but it did not dare to burn her.

"Yer hash go yofi fin yer doh yer laz hojir ka, yer. Zdevasko nayat... yer ke vosi!"  Moro shouted. The rest of the Khals supported him, although fear could be seen in some pairs of eyes.

*"You really are crazy if you think you can threaten us. You... Stormborn girl, you mean nothing!"*

She didn't care about these words even a bit. She was in the right position, they won't be able to stop her. Now all she has to do is start a fire and everything will happen itself. So little and yet so much. It felt like when she was in Astapor and spoke to the Unsullied, using valyrian for the first time. Now she had a similar uncertainty about what was going to happen next.

In Astapor, a few words were enough for the Unsullied to start killing Masters on her orders, and one word was enough for the dragon to burn Kraznys. Here, she doesn't need words, just one gesture to send them to the other world, to watch them burn and scream in pain.

A terrifying and pleasant vision at the same time.

"Anha ki vo yol porqo jin vaz, anha tikh, fin anha ki Daenerys." her hands slowly rested on the metal edge of the standing torch. Everyone's eyes immediately moved to her hands. No one could do what she was doing. It wasn't even her words that aroused their surprise, but what she was doing and what she was planning... "Vosma anha zin Visenya Targaryen, Khaleesi, akka anha ki yol she vorsah."

*"I wasn't born in a storm, that would be truth if I were Daenerys. But I am Visenya Targaryen, the Queen, and I was born in flames."*

With that last sentence, her gaze changed from one of pity to one that, if it could, would have made your blood run cold. Just after she finished speaking, she pushed the torch in front of her. The metal thing hit the ground and in a split second fire began to spread all over that side of the hut.

The men jumped to their feet and, as a first instinct, moved away from the fire. No one had any thoughts of trying to stop her, each of them was only concerned about their own lives at the moment.

She took a step to the side and knocked over another torch. The fire had already reached the walls. She practically cut off their escape route, but in their panic, it didn't matter to them what kind of burns they would suffer as they jumped through the flames to get to the other side of the hut, to the door. In fact, a panicked person can do a lot, sacrifice part of his health, just to save life itself. It was enlightening in a sick way, standing there and watching it.

They ran to the door in panic, some fell because they tripped over their own feet - one even knocked over the penultimate torch - and a beam from the roof fell on others. Fortunately, Daario and Arthur apparently managed to block the door because the Khals were unable to open it.

And she stood and watched. She watched the flames are raging as if they were full of life, like dogs unleashed from a chain. It was almost like when she set fire in her chamber and hatched Maelia, only this time she didn't start the fire to give life to something, but to take it away, even several lives. It was impossible to look away, there was something hypnotizing about it, just like in the catacombs when the dragons first burned and then ate one of the Masters.

Fire surrounded her body as she stood next to the last torch. Moro and the others who were still alive turned and looked at her. At her winning smile and look, at her hand resting lightly on the metal. The fire didn't even touch her.

She hoped that they would look at her, that she would see their terrified look when they finally realized their mistake, that this was the end of them. She smiled wider because she got what she wanted. She got their fear, anger, helplessness, and soon she will get their lives.

As if casually, she pushed the last torch, and it fell over, spreading the fire right onto them.

Screams. Lot of screams. The smell of burning skin.

And then silence. Only the crackle of flames and how they consume the wood and the dry grass roof.

The fire reached her clothes, already consuming them completely as she watched them die and then watch their bodies turn to ash. She didn't feel anything about killing those people. They deserved it, it was their punishment. The only thing in her heart was satisfaction and pride. Just like in Astapor, like in Yunkai, like in Meereen, like in the arena... Every time she achieves a victory, she feels more confident and more and more convinced that she is following the path of her destiny.

At this point, it didn't even matter that she was naked. She walked past the beams blocking the passage to the now collapsed exit and through the wall of flames she saw how many people had gathered around the hut - or rather what was left of it...

She emerged from the sea of ​​flames without a trace of shame, she didn't try to cover herself, she allowed everyone to see her as she was. A naked person is usually considered defenseless, after all, she has nothing, everyone can see her private parts, she is freezing in the cold and the only thing that can warm her are her own hands. Meanwhile, no one would dare to call her defenseless, quite the opposite.

Everyone from the city had gathered - or at least it seemed that way, because she couldn't see to the end of the crowd. Seeing the person who had emerged unscathed from the massive flames, the Dothraki began to kneel one by one, including all of the Dosh Khaleen - even the one who believed that Visenya should resign herself to fate and hope for the Khals' merciful decision. Everyone within her sight was kneeling, bowed so much that their heads touched the ground.

After a while, Daario and Arthur found themselves between them. And also knelt. So that was her plan...

If someone ever asks why they follow this woman and put their trust in her, they will answer that she is not just a woman, but a person who does impossible things.

Just as it is impossible to change the world.

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She arrived in Vaes Dothrak on her feet, tired, in worn out clothes, unkempt, dirty. She came scared that she wouldn't find a way to free herself and escape. And she rode out of it on a white horse, at full strength, in clean, new clothes, with a necklace with a ring that she had left in the grass weeks ago, hoping that they would find her thanks to it. Her hair was styled, tied into four braids at the head, and silver waves tied and loose at the nape of her neck. She no longer walks between the Dothraki and their prisoners, but rides in front, leading them, she is their Khal - or rather Khaleesi.

"How far are we from Meereen?" she asked quite unexpectedly on the way. She didn't look at her interlocutors - Arthur and Daario - but kept looking somewhere ahead, as if looking for something.

"A week, if not more." replied the knight, riding on her right side.

At least a week... That's a long time. She hasn't been to Meereen for a long time, she should come back as soon as possible. Although she does not know what is currently happening in the city, she heard from her companions that the mood has not been very good since she disappeared and - as she predicted - the city remains under the care of Missandei, Grey Worm, Tyrion and Varys. She hopes it hasn't had time to destroy itself yet.

"How many ships will I need to sail my entire army to Westeros?" she asked another question, this time looking at the person who hurried to answer her, Daario.

"Dothraki, their horses, Unsullied, Second Sons... A thousand, even more."

This is where the problems begin... From what she remembers, the Meereen fleet consists of ninety-three ships. That means she's over nine hundred and seven ships short of sailing to Westeros with all her forces. Building such a number of ships will consume a lot of materials, but above all, time... There must be a faster way.

"Anyone have that much?" she suspected what the answer to this question would be, but she decided to ask it anyway.

"Nobody."

"Yet." she replied Daariovery quickly, smiling.

"So... We'll go back to Meereen, gather a fleet, and sail to Westeros. What's next?"

"We will conquer the Seven Kingdoms." she shrugged, as if they were talking about something simple like making a cup of tea, rather than conquering an entire continent. However, this was probably not the answer Daario expected, because he made a gesture with his hand suggesting the question 'And then?'. "I will get what is mine and I will rule."

"I'm sorry, but you weren't made to sit on some chair in a palace." this time it was she who wanted him to expand on his thought and raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly. "You are a conqueror, a breaker of chains, you were created for greater things." we definitely agree on this one.

"We have to get back to Meereen first." she was about to end the conversation, but she remembered something else. "Do you remember where you found this ring?" she asked, looking from one man to the other, grabbing the makeshift necklace with one hand.

"I think I know what you want to ask." Arthur bent down and opened the bag tied to the saddle. Inside it was another bag, and in it was exactly what she wanted to ask: eggs.

She wondered for a long time what would happen to these three eggs. It seemed the dragons must have left them and flown away not long after she had been captured by the Dothraki. It was good that they found them and took them, after all, who knows what would have happened to them if they had been left there, without any protection. And maybe there is now a chance that dragons will return to this world for good.

"That's exactly what I meant." she smiled, taking one more look at the eggs before Arthur closed the bag. Then her gaze wandered far ahead again until she suddenly stopped her horse and everyone behind her stopped as well. "See you in Meereen." she gave her companions a look telling them to wait here for a moment, while she spurred her horse and disappeared around the bend.

They didn't know what was going on, why she left them so suddenly, but after what happened, they decided to trust her again. A few minutes were extremely long, especially since they didn't know what they were waiting for. No one in the entire khalasar knew.

But when everyone heard the roar, everything was clear. The shadow cast by the two beasts momentarily blocked the sun as they flew overhead. Everyone's gaze followed Visenya as she sat on the back of a white dragon, whose scales gleamed blue in the sunlight. Maelia perched on top of one of the rocks as Drogon continued to fly around, roaring every now and then.

"Vi ei dothraki qori shorro Khal togfo Zhey qoy Qoyi, ma mori tikh lajat ma mae, vijazerat mae akka zhitrosi mae athdrivar fin mae athdrivar." she started shouting so as many Dothraki as possible can hear her. "Vosma anha zin vo Khal, anha skohr Khals. Anha tikh vo shorro Qoyi ha sogy, haji ei ki yer hash eyak!" they started screaming here, expressing their support for her. "Tikh yer get se fhodro hrazefo akka strat lekk jin ize havazh? Tikh yer zworth anna dozgo she thre gronzi tikko morwi, enduaho dere thre morhi frozi? Hash yer ma anna ajjin akka al? Tikh yer scodo anna Fekh Darlish?!"

*"Throughout Dothraki history, each Khal has chosen three Bloodriders to fight alongside him and guard him, and to avenge his death if he falls. I am not a Khal, I killed the Khals. I will not choose brothers for myself, as you all are them! Will you mount wooden horses and sail with me through the poisonous water? Will you destroy my enemies in their iron robes, hiding in their stone houses? Are you with me now and forever? Will you give me the Seven Kingdoms?!"*

Everyone shouted, everyone who heard her. It didn't matter that she was a woman, only what she represented, what strength she had within her. After all, that's what the Dothraki follow, strength, and she's already proven to them that she's fit to be their leader. They are ready to follow her anywhere, they are ready to die for her.

After a few minutes of such cheering, she leaned down on Maelia's back again, grabbed the spikes and the dragon rose into the air, joining Drogon circling above their heads.

Destination: Meereen. This way they'll get there in much less than a week.

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-> Chapter XXX "First, you have to win with yourself'' -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

#game of thrones #dothraki #visenya targaryen #gra o tron #got #game of thrones fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #wattpad #wattpad writer #ao3 #ao3 writer #fanfiction net #game of thrones fanfiction #daario naharis #arthur dayne

[tartagliad]

hello can i request genshin bois (particularly childe) playing tears of themis bc their s/o is into it and their thoughts about each ToT guy ir perhaps their fav? thank you and i hope ya doing fine

NONNIE?!?!? I CAN SEE THIS SO CLEARLY?? HELLO?? thank you for requesting btw, hope you have a great day :D I actually have fun writing this-

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Two Men, Different Worlds

Summary: genshin boys about ToT boys :D (modern au!)

Fandom: Genshin Impact x Tears of Themis

Characters: Childe, Zhongli, Thoma, Albedo + all ToT male leaders

F reader!

Warnings: Jealousy~ lmao, also I colour coded for each ToT characters' pronouns so you can understand which one is which :D, this is more to their reactions im sorry :")

(purple: Marius, green: Vyn, red: Artem, orange: Luke)

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Childe -> Marius:

I HEADCANNON THAT CHILDE WOULD START A WAR WITH HIM- (but sadly Marius isn't real LMAO-)

Flirty? rich? love for his family? charming? Marius has it too

When Childe knew that you're obsessed with him.. BOOM he'll prove himself that he's more better than Marius

Sometimes.. he'll snatched you're phone while you're busy and see what this Marius person is like ._.)

Yes, that means he'll play the game-

He remembers that you got one of his card that called "Daytime Aurora" and remembers that you're in LOVE with the story

So he plays the story from chapter 1, while carefully reading the story and his character

And boy.. he's like (''so this is Marius that she was talking about?")

My boy got jealous because how the two of them are quite similar

When you played the game and he's watching, he'll watch your expressions when meeting with him

The word that he hates the most is 'onee-san~' cause MY GUY, he got jelly when you blushed from that :(

like, ''YOU LITERALLY HIT ME WHEN I CALLED YOU SMTH LIKE THAT-'' he thaught

After you played it, expect him to sit in front of you like a puppy who needs love-

This man literally CLINGS to you, hugs you while your cooking, follows you when you're walking, and asking for cuddles when you're not doing anything

Please don't speak about Marius when he's like that, he'll be more jelly :(

Deep down, you thought that this was actually cute

But if he is really jealous, just tell him that it's just a game and he's you're one and only, okay? :)

"..ung.. what's so special about him? he's literally me but I'm better.. ngahhh- think of only me, I can hug you and cuddle you and give you stuff while he can't, hmp"

Albedo -> Vyn:

The more he knows<3_<3 (no fr he's my favorite one-)

The infamous psychiatrist Vyn Richter is your favorite~

From how romantic he can be and how gentlemen he is, you liked him

But that is nothing compared to your beloved alchemist, Albedo~

Similar to Vyn, he can be sweet and make you desserts after a long day

You would be astatic to see how elegant he is in the game and not just that, you also learned some things from him

So when Albedo knows you're a fan of Vyn.. yeah, he'll be curious

Unlike Childe who would snatch your phone, Albedo will most likely to watch you play and understanding Vyn's character

The more he knows about Vyn, the more heated up he get

Albedo would watch your expressions every time Vyn would tell you that he'll make desserts for you or telling you interesting things

You look so amazed by him that your beloved boyfriend is quite lost.. :(

Do you think he's not enough? this was his thoughts

One day, he actually, I MEAN LITERALLY, try to be like him

For example, he would kiss your hand like a gentlemen that Vyn was like and makes sweets like he would do in the game

Maybe with this, you'll love him more and forget about him

This made you chuckle and sometimes blush a little because you're like bro, are ya trynna cosplay him-

But at the end of the day, you always told him that you always love him the way he is and Vyn is just a character :")

"o-oh I see... ehem, but would you like some desserts? my treat of course.. hah.. you got me.. sorry.. I guess I only wanted your attention back to me.."

Zhongli -> Artem:

don't ask me, I'll call Artem ''Rich Zhongli" lmao

Yeah, don't ask why cause y'all already know-

Preserved, calm, and collected are some of the traits that you love in a man

And it's not mistaken that he's your favorite :D

But your boyfriend Zhongli has that trait too

Almost the same as Artem, you are his first love for him after living more than 6000 years

You are his half and he now can't live and separate with you

When he heard that you were playing an otome game, he would ask you what is it

After explaining to him clearly, he's actually a bit concerned

Why? of course it means that you will have a favorite man beside him, a-and Zhongli doesn't want that.. :(

Especially that he knows that Artem's logo..? badge..? is a scale (Libra), which is the same symbol that he made for Liyue..

P-please stop, he can't handle it :(

He would be slightly upset when you're always talking about him

while smiling brightly

Zhongli would nod and looks at you flatly when you talk so much about him

One thing that makes Zhongli more at ease is that Artem is much more easily get flustered than him

Meaning that he'll be more likely to get panicked when he's face to face with MC (Rosa)

Even so, he'll still feel upset when you mentioned him, please cuddle him and give him kisses :")

"Dearest.. let's talk about something else.. I-I'm sorry, I'm just.. not in the mood talking about someone else.. especially him.."

Thoma -> Luke:

GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOYS- I just wanna pat their heads.. :^

You loved how Luke kinda reminds you of Thoma :")

How sweet and protective he is always makes your heart warm

More importantly, Luke is MC's childhood friend, you loved it and think it's the cutest things and wanted to have a relationship like that

When Thoma heard it.. he's kinda.. feel sad..?

He wants to meet you like that too, and one of the reasons you loved him is because he's that one guy who loved someone since they were little

It always make him sad he can't make you giggle and smile when you played the game and see Luke's expressions

He knows his busy, he does.. but, he doesn't want you to see his face too much, you'll forget about him :'(

One day when he's cleaning and you played the game, there's a scene where it made you say "aww.. i wanna cuddle you so bad, you little teddy bear-"

Thoma heard it and he went "b-but.. I'm your teddy bear..'' he mumbles

Hng... now he wants you to just look at him and cuddle him

He cant help it, Thoma walks to you, gently take the phone from you, put it down and he proceeds to cuddle you.. :")

You know he was jealous because you have another favorite man beside him and he knows that it's just a game..

But seeing you smiling because of him.. he can't help it..

He just stops whatever he's doing and just clings to you.. :(

Give him attention, okay?

"Ung.. I'm sorry.. I'll be here now.. can you perhaps.. not think about him.. I know he's cute and sweet.. but I-I'm yours.."

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(A/N: this is not how it turned out in my head- this is probably i have fun but my least favourite- idk, what do you think? :/)

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin boys #genshin albedo #genshin childe #genshin zhongli #genshin thoma #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #tears of themis headcanons #tears of themis #marius von hagen #artem wing #vyn richter #luke pearce #this is not how i wanted it to be #tears of themis marius #tears of themis artem #tears of themis vyn #tears of themis luke #mihoyo

[gothicthundra]

Yah know...

This may be shocking to some but did you know there is legit a fandom for Flo from Progressive and all the other Insurence guys. Top ships are Flo x Chaos and Flo x Jake from aState farm...

And now you know...

#fandoms #flo #progressive #insurence #ships

[astarion-approves]

Omg can you write a small little drabble about kissing/biting astarions ears? I am not immune to elfs 😭😭😭

Astarion x GN! Tav

Slightly NSFT - implied sex, ear kissing, ear biting, ear massage, first person POV. 600+ words

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The first thing I noticed about him were his ears.

Pointed and long, the smallest tint of red at the tips from the sunlight that bore down upon his back—

Your typical elf ears, belonging to a man with a dagger poised in my direction and a wicked smile across his lips. I held my hands up in defense, promising no ill will towards the man if he were to just lower the weapon.

We became quick allies, and even faster friends.

Astarion was the type to wear his emotions on his sleeve, although he would certainly deny it if anyone were to say it. Each decision along the way only making our friendship grow fonder—

To the point where I felt I could finally acknowledge those adorable, unbelievably cute ears of his.

“Have you ever thought of piercing them?” I asked one night, reaching up to run my fingertip just along the side. My friend shivering in response and soon slapping my hand away.

“And risk scaring my beautiful ears? Not a chance!”

I let the subject drop, but kept stealing glances at his ears. So very cute… and so very kissable.

The first time we laid together, my hands found their way into his hair, pulling his lips onto my own and claiming those lips. My thumb and index finger coming together to gently rub up his ear and to the tip. He moaned into my mouth, tilting his head into my touch and silently telling me ‘more.’

I soon found myself touching them at any opportunity. Anytime we would kiss, anytime we would lie side by side and whispering our newfound infatuation to one another late into the night…

“You have quite the little obsession, don’t you?” Astation asked while we cuddled in his tent together. He was so firm yet comfortable in my arms, I let my lips graze against his ear as he arched his back into my chest. “Always touching my damn ears.. as if they’ll fall off my head one day.”

“We can never be too sure,” I replied. My breath cascading down his ear and his neck. I gave the tip a soft kiss, followed by an even softer bite. “I adore them.”

“And here I thought it was me that you adored. Of course, you were only after my ears,” Astarion teased. But he lowered his head back, his eyes closing as he sighed and gave no protest. My tongue traced over the edge of his ear, up to the point where I kissed him again, Astarion groaning in reply and taking my free hand to the front of his trousers.

He rolled over to kiss me, his hands sliding down my chest and pushing me into my back as he moved to straddle me. It was instinct now to bare my exposed neck to him, openly trusting him to feed from me without worry. As his teeth lowered to my neck, I gently caressed his ears, massaging them as he bit into my flesh…

We moaned together as my blood hit his tongue, his distraction prompting him to finally attempt kissing his ears as he fed from me. His reaction was perfect, his bite a little harder, his hands shaking as he held me, his hips twitching as he continued.

“I love you, Astarion,” I mumbled and kissed his ear once more, letting my eyes close as I gave into the warmth of his embrace.

In the morning he would laugh as how his ears must be black and purple from my bites and incessant kissing during our love making—

But then he hugged me when no one was looking, and whispered his own confession.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate #astarion bg3 #astarion x mc #astarion x reader #astarion x gn reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #first person pov #baldur's gate astarion #baldur's gate 3 astarion #astarion #baldurs gate fanficiton #astarion fanfiction #astarion fanfic #velvet writing

[bokauffmann]

Hardwood Floors - Tips and Stories

Thinking of buying a home with hardwood floors?  Here are a couple of tips on how to check for them, and a funny story as well.

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[00:00:00] Hardwood floors, 3 tips and one funny story coming up. [00:00:03][3.1]

[00:00:07] You're listening to the Bo Knows Real Estate Podcast tips and advice for home buyers, sellers and owners with award winning Remax agent Bo Kauffmann. [00:00:17][9.9]

[00:00:22] OK. So today we're going to talk about hardwood floors for a number of reasons. They've become really popular again. Some people think that they're just cleaner. They trap less allergens and dirt than carpets. Some people feel that a nicely finished floor adds a lot of warmth and color to the room and to the house adds a lot of class. For whatever reason, hardwood floors are a sought after feature in a house. [00:00:43][21.7]

[00:00:44] So I can tell you that a house built between the nineteen hundreds and up to the late 1960s, it's quite possible that that house was built with hardwood floors originally. I can also tell you that in the 1970s something changed. Builders either got cheaper, maybe hardwood floors got too expensive, but the Qualicos, Flair's, Greentrees and engineered Homes of the 1970s and onwards did not include hardwood floors unless they were a custom built or especially requested by the buyer. Now, remember that fact because there will be a test at the end not saying 100 percent for sure that that question will be on it, but it would be a good one to remember. Wink-wink. [00:01:20][36.0]

[00:01:21] If you're looking at something in River Heights built in the 40s and 50s, odds are that there is hardwood floors under those carpets. But how can you tell if the carpets are on there? Now keep in mind you're the buyer. That's not your house yet. You can't just peel back the carpet and damage stuff for the seller. So how can you tell? Well, there's a couple of really neat little tricks that you can use. [00:01:42][20.5]

[00:01:43] The first one would be to look inside the closets. So go in the hallway, open a hallway closet. Again, odds are that if they laid carpet, they might not have laid it on the floor in the closet. So if you look at the floor in the closet and it's hardwood floors, well, then the chances are most likely that the hallway is also hardwood floors underneath that carpet. Just because you found carpet in one spot doesn't mean it's everywhere. So quite often they've had the living room, dining room and hallway done in hardwoods. [00:02:11][28.7]

[00:02:12] But the bedrooms might be another story. So you have to look in the closets of each bedroom as well. And if you find it inside the master bedroom, make sure you check the second and third bedroom, because I just listed a house in the west end of West St. James, almost near the perimeter where the hardwoods are in the master bedroom. But the second and third bedroom are actually tiled floors. So what do you do if you can't find hardwoods in the closets? [00:02:35][23.3]

[00:02:36] Well, another neat little trick is to lift the heat register, the floor heat register. So you lift that piece of metal out, that little diffuser plate and then you can lift the edge of the carpet and tell whether there's hardwoods or just plywood under there. [00:02:50][13.5]

[00:02:50] So here's another tip. If you're looking at a two story home, or a story and a half. Whatever the configuration is, if it has a second floor, just because he found hardwoods on the main floor, it does not mean there's hardwoods on the second floor. In fact, quite often there is not. Quite often the second floor is covered either in vinyl, in tiles or they used fur or even pine. That might be wood, but it doesn't have the nice grain that you're looking for. Most of the hardwoods are either oak or maple. So but if you have a house built in the 1920s and 1930s, the upstairs probably does not have hardwood floors unless an owner subsequently added it. [00:03:28][37.7]

[00:03:28] And one more tip. So you're walking into a house that's built in 1945 and the current owner has taken it upon himself to rip the carpets out, just to show you that there's hardwoods under there. That's kind of a neat little, little trick. It's not a trick, but it's a neat little thing to do. If you're selling the house and you want to show the prospective buyer that there is hardwoods on the floors. Now you walk through it and you see all these black stains, which quite often are water damage. And if if a black round stain appears in the middle of the living room or near one of the interior walls, it's probably a place where somebody had a plant sitting for many years. And as they were watering it, the water leaked and damaged the floor underneath it. That's fixable. [00:04:10][41.6]

[00:04:11] But as you walking through the house, you see that it definitely does have hardwood floors. But they're in really rough shape. Maybe they got some deep gouges in it from a previous owners dogs that the claws have torn it up or just wear and tear away or marks, you know, like I said, those stains. So a common expression is, oh, yeah, you can easily refinish these for a couple of bucks a square foot. Well, not so fast. There is a finite number of times that you can finish refinish hardwood floors. So if this house was built in the 20s, then it was refinished in the 50s and then again in the 80s. Those hardwood floors are getting mighty thin because each time you refinished them, you send off an eighth or even three sixteenth of an inch off the top. [00:04:51][40.3]

[00:04:52] So if you're looking at floors now that have been refinished twice already and they've got deep gouges in them, you may or may not be able to refinished them. All I'm saying is that when you go into the situation, don't automatically assume that you can bring those hardwoods back to their original shine. You may not just be aware of that possibility. Now, when I come back, when I have a funny story to share with you regarding hardwood floors. [00:05:14][22.1]

[00:05:17] You're listening to Bo Kauffmann of RE/MAX performance realty. If you were enjoying the show, please subscribe so that you never miss an episode. Bell knows real estate. [00:05:27][9.7]

[00:05:33] All right, so going back a few years, I had a couple looking for a house in Old St. Vital. Came across this listing that was about a 1978 built house. [00:05:43][9.5]

[00:05:43] So here's the pop quiz member. I said earlier, there's gonna be a quiz. Well, here it is. If the house is built in the late 70s, what is it likely not to have? And if you said hardwood floors, you'd be right. Give yourself a pat on the back. [00:05:56][12.5]

[00:05:57] But we walk into this house and it's got a gorgeous big living room. It's gotta be 14 by 18 feet. And the most beautiful hardwood floors you ever saw. The center of the room is covered by this big, beautiful Oriental rug. So as we're looking through the house, it became obvious that the house is not to my client's liking for a couple of different reasons. And anyway, they told me that they're not going to be putting an offer in on it. So just for giggles, I lifted the Oriental rug and I was stunned by what I found. And I called them over and showed them what's underneath the rug. They were really surprised. But like I said, they weren't interested in the house anyway. So we moved on. So I went back to the office and bumped into an agent who was quite excited because his buyers were going to put an offer on this house, one of about six or eight at the time. [00:06:41][43.4]

[00:06:42] So I said to him, did you lift the Oriental rug. And he says, no, what are you talking about? I said, you know, that beautiful rug in the middle of the living room. Did you lift it to see what's underneath it? And he hadn't. So I told him what I found in his face kind of went white. He rushed off to the phone to tell his buyers and alert them to the fact. [00:06:58][16.1]

[00:06:58] So what happened is the current owner installed some really beautiful hardwood floors. But this Oriental rug, that's about 10 x 12 feet. Hundred and twenty square feet. It was always going to be a centerpiece of the room as far as he was concerned. So why waste by twelve hundred dollars of hardwood if you're going to cover it up anyway? So underneath the oriental rug was just plywood, plain plywood sheets. [00:07:22][23.5]

[00:07:23] So I challenge you to the next time you go into looking at a house that has a big oriental rug. I challenge you, knowing this story, not to lift that rug. I bet you can't do it. You're gonna remember the story that Bo told you. So I hope you enjoyed the story. [00:07:36][13.3]

[00:07:36] And if you're still with me, why not download my free podcasting app available for ISIS and Android devices? It's pretty simple. Just go to Winnipeg, dot tips, slash Apple or slash Android. That's Winnipeg dot t I.P.S. Slash Apple or slash android. That way you'll never miss another episode about Winnipeg. Who will astate or both? [00:07:57][21.0]

[00:08:01] You've been listening to Bo Kauffmann of RE/MAX performance realty, are you thinking of buying or selling a house or a condo in Winnipeg called WBO at 2 0 4 3 3 3 2 2 0 2? Remember, Bo knows real estate. [00:08:01][0.0]

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The Silence || One Shot

Fandom: Baldur Gate 3

Rating: Teen And Up

Characters: Gale, Astarion

Relationships: Gale x Astarion

Warnings: PTSD flashback, mention of self-harm, mentions of blood

Genre: Angst | Slow Burn | Romance

Synopsis: After defying and running from Cazador previously and paying the price, spells of Silence can cause Astation to go back into a dark terrifying place. Gale is thankfully there to lend him a hand.

Prt 2: Thank you I suppose.

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Crypts always set Astarion on edge, and of course, Tav was leading their merry little group right into one. Gale was prattling on about the architecture or the mosaics, the spawn was only half paying attention to him. Though the noise was keeping him from crawling up the walls in anxiety. Of course, the treasure hunters buzzing around had hinted at something worthwhile being down here.

So Astarion had to just suck it up. He doubted his companions would care much either way. And he did NOT want to show his Achilles Heel.

The bones of scribes and priests were littered around the floor, and it had 'trap' written all over it. Astarion drew a dagger in preparation and it didn't take long for him to be proven right. The scribes rose from the dead to protect their treasure, and that was where things had gone from uncomfortable to terrifying. Due to Astarion's proximity to Gale one of the scribes cast Silence on the Wizard, and he was close enough to be caught in the area of effect.

The moment Astarion couldn't hear, his breath caught in his chest. He watched his companions and scribes fighting outside of the silenced space, but the fact he heard nothing was surreal. And the more he focused the more he was aware he couldn't hear himself breathing. He struck his daggers against each other, nothing. He screamed, nothing.

'No.. nonono,' Astarion's vision was blurring and he felt like he was wadding through a dream. There was blood on his fingers from where he had shredded them digging at his crypt walls. He was screaming for forgiveness, for Cazador to let him out, the hunger pulsing through him so intensely it drove him to his knees. 'Please let me out. Please, I'll be good. I'll Obey! Please! PLEASE!' His nails dug into his own wrists, drawing what little blood he had left in his veins. He was ready to fall into oblivion...

"Astarion," Gale's voice cut through the fog. Sharp and clear. The Wizard was kneeling in front of the elf, shield raised fending off an active attack. Gale was... protecting him? No. If an attack landed on him Gale had been close enough it would have affected him as well. That was it. It had to be.

"Breathe, Astarion. You're alright" Gale's lips didn't move, but Astarion heard him clearly. Right, the tadpole. The spawn obeys, taking in a few shaking breaths as Gale deals with the skeleton that had gotten too close. Astarion realized he was bleeding, he hadn't just remembered hurting himself back then.. he had done it here and now. Shit. The creature fell its silence lifted and Astarion was relieved when he could hear the comforting sound of his companions yelling and casting spells.

"I have enough experience myself with flights of the mind. I won't ask you where you were, it's not my business," Gale was speaking again as he knelt back down with Astarion. "But, you're safe now." He produces bandages from his pouch and wraps them around Astarion's wrists to stop the bleeding. "Hah safe," Astarion snorts pulling his arms away. "I don't think so but, thank you for saying so I suppose." He snatches up his dropped daggers, "Come on, there's more of those things to deal with."

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