— “c’mon, i can tell you’re freezing. i won’t tell anyone that you like to be the little spoon, honest:”
- For whoever you want to write. <3
I chose to write some fluff for Astarion/Karlach. There's some mild spoilers of Karlach's personal quest, Astarion's backstory and act 2, nothing main plot though. Hope you like it!
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There were many disadvantages to having a tadpole living freely behind one's eye, namely the unavoidable doom of becoming a mind flayer and having Faerûn destroyed and overrun by an army of said mind flayers.
Astarion understood the fears that struck his companions, he really did, but they were overthrown by the unique benefits that his state of possession had given him. His whole anatomy had been transformed, the rules that he'd followed for two centuries completely turned upside down.
He wasn't under Cazador's beck and call anymore. No more living through the shadows, he could walk under the sun and embrace its warmth once again. He could walk inside any building he wanted without needed to be invited, he could swim in any body of water. He was still bloodthirsty, figuratively and literally, and along the bite scars on his neck and his pallid skintone, those were the only remaining signs of his vampirism.
Hence his lukewarm willfulness at getting rid of the tadpole. If only he had more time to seek someone knowledgeable in ithillids, perhaps they could find to cut contact of the tadpole to the hive and keep it in permanent stasis. Unfortunately time wasn't a luxury they could afford, especially not now that they were in the Shadow-Cursed Lands. If a shadow wasn't trying to get at them, it was some vile creatures ambushing them.
At least the curse wasn't an issue anymore for them, with the blessing of Selûne, but the real problem for Astarion was the overwhelming, bloody cold. He'd forgotten how his body used to be severely influenced by temperatures, and it’d been fine on the Coast with its warm sunny days and temperate nights. But here in these lands, it felt like the chill seeped down to his bones.
It’d been days of this, to the point he couldn’t remember when he hadn’t been cold. It wasn’t so bad when they were walking around and getting into everyone’s business, but it was hard to dismiss when they were at camp and resting. The campfire helped somewhat, but he feared that if he sat any closer he’d been sitting in it, and he didn’t want the others to know his predicament.
He trusted them somewhat, but not enough to disclose his discomfort. He wasn’t the only one afflicted by the weather, seeing as Gale was using a spell to keep himself warm and cosy. He hadn’t even offered it to anyone, the prick. Not that Astarion would’ve accepted, mind you, but it appeared wizard schools taught no manners.
He tightened his hold on his thin blanket and sighed. At least everyone were getting ready for sleep. Perhaps he’d find some comfort in his bedroll, if not in meditation. The cold was reminded him of when he’d been trapped in a tomb for a year as punishment. That was why he was reacting so badly to it, he was realising.
“Hey soldier,” Karlach said, joining him by the fire. She probably was immune to the cold, with her engine heart running so hot. They’d visited Dammon to upgrade it a second time, where Astarion had been in earshot when he told her it was only a temporary solution.
“Evening, darling.” Astarion was massaging his stiff hands, not managing to improve their state much.
“I know you’re normally pale, but not this blue pale. Are you feeling alright?”
Astarion hesitated. Beside Wyll, she was the most trustworthy of the companions. She was loyal to a fault, despite being betrayed in the past. He wasn’t sure whether to call it naivete or resilience. “I’m just cold. The curse on these lands, its chill seeps through our blessing it seems.”
Karlach made a sound and approached him. “You should’ve told me, I run almost too hot for this plane after all. Unless you don’t trust that I wouldn’t hurt you, which I understand.”
Astarion shook his head at that. “Would it be too much to say it’s not you, it’s me?” They were only in close proximity and already he could her warmth, the glow of her heart pulsing steadily through her ribcage. It was a beautiful sight, if ignoring the fact it was killing her.
She crouched in front of him and extended her large hands. She wasn’t forcing herself on him, instead letting him choose. He appreciated that.
He slid his hands into hers. They were almost too hot to bear and his body instinctively flinched at the change in temperature, but he held on and soon it felt like his hands were dipped in a hot bath. So good and relieving.
“By the hells, Astarion, you’re freezing,” Karlach said, gripping him before letting go. Astarion almost whined in displeasure. He watched her retrieve her bedroll and spread it beside Astarion’s.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m not letting you freeze another night. Help me with this.”
Together they spread the two bedrolls like a makeshift bed so they could both fit underneath. Karlach was the first to slip into it.
“Come on. I won’t tell anyone that you like to be the little spoon, honest.”
Astarion laughed and joined her. It was a tight fit, but Karlach didn’t seem to want space between them. She pulled him against her with a strong arm, hugging him. It felt like his limbs were melting from ice blocks and he could finally have control of his body again.
He liked that she smelled of ashes and fresh air, that her skin was scarred and tough when he rested his hand against her bare back. He’d been fond of her pretty eyes and easy smile for a while but hadn’t acted on it with her whole ‘my skin will burn you’ thing before, but tucked against Karlach, the warmth he felt wasn’t just physical. He felt comfortable and safe.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime, soldier.”
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Baldur's Gate 3 ship names so far
Astarion
Astarion x Shadowheart = Shadowstar
Astarion x Lae'zel= Bloodbruise
Astarion x Karlach= Fireblood? Icyhot? Hellspawn? Bloodengine Bloodburn
Astarion x Gale = Bloodweave
Astarion x Wyll = Wyllstarion, Bloodpact
Astarion x Halsin= Halstar, Oakblood
Lae'zel
Lae'zel x Shadowheart = Shadow'zel
Lae'zel x Karlach=
Lae'zel x Wyll=
Lae'zel x Gale= Gale'zel
Karlach
Karlach x Wyll= Hellblade, Wyllach
Karlach x Gale=
Karlach x Shadowheart= Shadowlach
Karlach x astarion= Fireblood? Icyhot? Hellspawn? Bloodengine
Karlach x Lae'zel=
Wyll
Wyll x Gale=Bladeweave
Wyll x Shadowheart=
Wyll x Lae'zel =
Wyll x Karlach= Hellblade, Wyllach
Wyll x Astarion= Wyllstarion, bloodpact
Gale
Gale x Shadowheart =
Gale x Wyll = Bladeweave
Gale x Astarion = BloodWeave
Gale x Karlach =
Gale x Lae'zel = Gale'zel
Shadowheart
Lae'zel x Shadowheart= Shadow'zel
Karlach x Shadowheart= Shadowlach
Wyll x Shadowheart=
Astarion x Shadowheart= Shadowstar
Gale x Shadowheart=
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Astarion/Karlach (Baldur's Gate)
Characters: Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Karlach (Baldur's Gate)
Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Cold Weather, Astarion Needs a Hug (Baldur's Gate), Protective Karlach (Baldur's Gate), Tumblr Prompt, Originally Posted on Tumblr
Summary:
“By the hells, Astarion, you’re freezing,” Karlach said, gripping him before letting go. Astarion almost whined in displeasure. He watched her retrieve her bedroll and spread it beside Astarion’s.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m not letting you freeze another night. Help me with this.”
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