#durgetash au

[kawareo]

I just wanted to put Gortash in the hoodie i bought irl but for some reason it turned into a whole "what if Durgetash were teens in the early 2000's" so idk have my most cursed piece of fanart yet

They're like 16-17, Durge is homeschooled, Gortash still lives with Raphael and this is his way of rebellion, he's the one who got Durge into being an emo as well.

Bhaal is a mafia dad in a wifebeater who occasionally drops by on his motorcycle to make sure his kids don't stop having daddy issues, but Orin and Strike are currently being raised mostly by a very tired Saverok and Sceleritas, neither of which is a fan of Gortash

#im so sorry lmao #durgetash #bg3 #durgetash au #enver gortash #the dark urge #fanart #the dark urge x enver gortash #domestic durgetash #bg3 durge #bg3 gortash

[baldursgrave69]

chapter one: between the motions

Summary: Enver Flymm keeps asking Agnes Brennan to marry him. On the one hand, if she married him she wouldn't have to keep teaching to fund her research. She could move out of her shitty apartment and stop eating ramen for every meal. And it would sure piss off her father.

On the other, it's Enver Flymm. She doesn't particularly like the man, he is arrogant and rude and treats her more like something to show off than a person.

Agnes isn't sure it matters, after all anything is better than nothing. Right?

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: eventual smut, toxic relationship, modern au, university au

Find the whole work on Ao3 here

Agnes braced herself against the sink in the cramped bathroom of her tiny Boston studio apartment. She looked at herself, dark bags under her eyes and yesterday’s makeup smeared across her cheek. She took a deep breath before turning on the sink, the water ice cold to the touch.

Agnes had spent another sleepless night, buried in paperwork. Applying for grants and grading papers left little time for her to spend in the lab among the bones she loved so much. She hated teaching at the university. Agnes wasn’t particularly good with people to begin with. Getting undergraduate students to pay attention, let alone care when she was lecturing was difficult enough without being, well Agnes. Every semester the majority of her reviews from students stated that her tests were too difficult and her lectures were boring. She just couldn’t understand how the analysis of bone microstructure could possibly be boring.

She cupped her hands under the stream of still cold water and splashed some on her face. The cold water caused a shiver to go up her spine as she tried removing the day old makeup from her face with a washcloth. Looking down at her phone she noticed the time, she was running late.

“Shit,” she murmured, wiping her face on her worn t-shirt and fumbling for her contact case on the counter. As she was lifting the contact to her eye, Agnes bumped her elbow on the counter, causing her to fumble and drop the lens down the drain.

“Oh for fucks sake,” she groaned, knowing full well she was out of contacts until she got paid the following week. Agnes took a deep breath before sloppily braiding her long black hair down her back and hurrying back into her room.

Agnes grew up privileged. Her father was the CEO of a large company, Brennan Technologies, in the city. She never wanted for anything growing up. Nothing material anyway. When she decided to pursue her love for anthropology rather than work for her father, he cut her off. Agnes would rather spend her days surrounded by bones than tech pricks anyway, but teaching left little actual time for her research. And little money to do anything besides work.

Agnes grabbed her glasses from her nightstand, threw on some slacks and a sweater and grabbed her things. As she tucked her motorcycle helmet under her arm, she looked out the window. Of course it was raining. She took a deep breath before heading out the door for another day.

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“How many times do I have to say no before it sticks?” Agnes said with a huff, rifling through some papers on her desk. Enver Flymm sat perched on the edge of the oak, adjusting his tie as he watched her. He had an easy smile, his dark hair perfectly messy atop his head.

“Maybe a few more,” he replied, placing his hand over the stack of papers, his watch very clearly incredibly expensive.

Agnes looked up at him, rolling her eyes. It wasn’t enough that she was late for her first lecture this morning, but now Enver was bothering her in between classes. As if he didn’t have better things to do than deal with him right now.

“Just think about it,” he said, placing his hand under her chin and angling her towards him. He pressed his lips to hers, his other hand reaching around and tucking some cash in her back pocket. “Lunch is on me,” he said as he traced his thumb along her bottom lip.

“Thanks,” she huffed, pulling away from him.

“Since when do you wear glasses?” he asked, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

“Are you serious? I’ve always worn glasses, Enver,” Agnes said, crossing her arms over her chest. She had been seeing him for over a year at this point, was he really asking her about her glasses? How many times had she stayed at his place at this point?

“I would’ve noticed if you always wore glasses, Agnes. They don’t suit your face,” he replied, hopping down from her desk.

“I dropped my contact down the sink this morning. I have to wait until I get paid to buy more,” he mumbled, turning away from him.

Enver grabbed her arm, spinning her to face him. He pulled her closer, pulling her glasses off of her face.

“I just want to see that pretty face of yours, yes? Here,” he set her glasses down on the desk and pulled out his wallet, pressing more cash into her hand. He grabbed her jaw in his hand, leaning down to kiss her. Agnes kissed him back, inhaling his scent. Vanilla, rosewood, and cigarette smoke. She hated how intoxicating his scent was.

“Okay now get out, I have class in 15 minutes,” she said, waving her hand at him dismissively.

“Sure thing, professor,” he said with a smirk, hopping down from the desk and heading out of her classroom. “Oh, dinner at 7. Wear that dress I bought you,” he said over his shoulder before exiting the room.

Agnes pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes. Enver drove her mad. She couldn’t count at this point how many times he had asked her to marry him. She considered it for a second. The tech executive made plenty of money. If she married him, she wouldn’t have to keep teaching to fund her research. She could move out of her shitty apartment, maybe buy a car.

But it was Enver Flymm. She didn’t exactly like the man, she tolerated him. He bought her things she could never dream of affording after her father cut her off and took her to expensive dinners. He was an arrogant prick most of the time, but not all of the time. Sometimes he was sweet to her, made her feel wanted.

“Good morning, Dr. B,” a voice broke Agnes’ concentration, bringing her back to reality.

“Morning,” she mumbled, turning to see her TA Vincent entering the room. He was a young grad student, maybe 24. Agnes felt he had plenty of potential, he was just as passionate about their field of study as she was and appreciated her expertise.

“I’ve got those papers graded,” he said, handing her a folder.

“Ugh, thank you,” she sighed with a half smile, placing the folder on her mess of a desk. Vincent was always saving her ass with the mindless paperwork she hated so much.

“How’s your thesis coming?” Agnes asked, sitting on the edge of her desk and lifting a mug of ice cold black coffee to her lips.

“I think it’s going well, I need to spend some more time in the lab this evening to analyze some of my data,” the young man replied, running his fingers through his shoulder length, black hair.

“I’ll be there late again today, you’re welcome to spend as much time as you need,” Agnes said with a nod, setting down her coffee as students piled into the classroom.

“Thanks, Doc,” Vincent said with a smile, heading towards his desk.

Agnes sorted through some papers on her desk as students continued to pile into the classroom. She looked over at her laptop, 1:00 pm on the dot.

“Good morning class, I trust you’ve all prepared for your quiz today,” Agnes turned to face her class, groans coming from the students as they looked over the bones laying out on their lab tables.

“We do this every week, folks. It shouldn’t be a surprise at this point,” Agnes said, bracing her hands on her desk. “10 minutes per station, time starts now.”

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate iii #baldurs gate tav #bg3 tav #baldurs gate posting #bg3 oc #tav bg3 #bg3 durge #the dark urge #modern au #college au #university au #bg3 au #au b3 #baldurs gate au #bg3 fanfiction #fanfic #baldurs gate fanfiction #durgetash au #durgetash #durgetash fic #baldurs gate oc #durge oc #tav original character #bg3 original character #original character

[evenmorecrows]

dark urge flirting with gortash like i will bathe in your blood and then my own and their mixture will be sweeter than any wine and as i drink upon it and breathe my last, the last breath of any creature on Toril, we will become one in divine death and gortash is like wow i cant not fuck that

#imagine durge exposes bhaal's wholeass plan and gortash is just like aahh. cant get me off your mind i see #the hubris of banite's chosen to think that ruling would be enough #or that he would have enough power over them to keep them from killing him in the end #i do like to think of little aus where gortash does not die and durge resists bhaal enough to be awful tyrants together #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #the dark urge spoilers #bg3 durge #the dark urge #enver gortash #durgetash

[lelalyo]

Durgetash Nation - could you imagine how insufferable Durge and Gortash would've been if they had been tadpoled together? I imagine it would be the fantasy equivalent of "Why are you texting? YOU'RE SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER?!"

Like you'd get to camp and they'd just be sitting at their separate tents having a full conversation in their heads then second you talk to one of them, they'd brush you off like Dame Aylin does or if you tried to use your tadpole to see what's going on, both of them would just glare at you and/or mentally agree to boot you.

#We were robbed not being able to have them as companions #Ah but I can dream - that's what headcanons and AUs are for #Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 #BG3 Durge #BG3 Dark Urge #Lord Enver Gortash #Enver Gortash #Durge #Dark Urge #Durgetash

[bl3ss3dbyt1amat]

kid durge and gortash as princess mononoke stuff because i’m a crazy person

original image under the cut!! i just like them

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanart #bg3 durge #dark urge bg3 #durge #bg3 gortash #lord gortash #gortash x durge #studio ghibli #durgetash #childhood au? #is that a thing people tag #tiamatblessedart

[flymmsy]

Durgetash Modern AU: Scandal strikes at The Dead Three Co. (Owners: Bane, Bhaal, and Myrkul) when a sex tape leaks and reveals a secret tryst between CEO Enver Gortash and Bhaal’s spoiled child, Durge.

The worst part? It was incredibly vanilla.

#CFO Ketheric Thorm declines to comment #you know it was Orin who leaked it #Bhaal: This is so embarassing. You couldn’t have even slapped him around a little bit? #Durge: But Daddy I love him! #enver gortash #bg3 #durgetash #durge #modern au

[backonrepeat]

Cursed fic idea that I need to share (because I'll never write it and I need you all to suffer with me): Gortash and Dark Urge arranged marriage.

Where Bhaal is very proud of his daughters' murdering prowess but would still like some grandchildren (bhaalspawn are not easy to make), and Bane is happy to offer his Chosen in exchange for being able to direct where Bhaal's cultists will strike next (and have them help further his plans, rather than ruin them)

Of course, both Durge and Gortash are less than pleased at the plan. Durge, because she's a strong independent woman who wants to keep slaughtering people and leading her father's temple, not playing house with a bloody banite, and certainly not having him tell her who she can, or cannot, kill. Gortash because the marriage is just another thing he has no control over and is instead forced upon him (he can see the value of the alliance but chaffes at being used as a bargaining chip yet again)

Featuring:

- Enemies to allies to lovers (to enemies again if we follow the game timeline)

- Instead of super kinky sex, they start their relationship with super boring, detached, and perfunctory sex because they both assume the other doesn't know how to fuck and want the whole deal over with

- Bridezilla Gortash

- Sceleritas Fel & Orin ducking it out for the Maid of Honor spot

- They start to care for each other, but are afraid to show it because their whole alliance is mandated by their Gods (plus they both have the emotional maturity of a rock), so the sex goes from boring, to nasty, to kinky with feelings

- like, they are allowed to look and touch, but they cannot feel, so they show affection in small ways, a soft touch here, a shared look there, some joint slaughter over there...

- Them being evil and domestic, like the true villain power couple they are

- Ketheric hates them and their married antics *so much*

- Durge being introduced to the Gate's patriars as Lord Gortash's wife and having to behave in public. There's a fancy ball at some point, with dancing, UST, sex and murder

(if the game plot happens, Gortash greets Durge as "my beloved wife", the whole party starts to seriously question their choice in leadership, and Karlach has an aneurysm. Astarion just loves the drama)

#baldur's gate 3 #imagine Durge waking up in the nautiloid with a marriage ring #convinced she has a husband somewhere waiting for her return #daydreaming about the forgotten love of her live #only to find out it's fucking gortash #this leads either into the world's bloodiest divorce or a tragic ending when gortash is lobotomised by the netherbrain #(or third au option where they durge defeats gortash but keeps him as a househusband) #durgetash #enver gortash #dark urge

[crossdressingdeath]

Now that I have everyone's responses to the "Durge was an Absolutist leader" reveal, I have thoughts. I think the whole thing works best if you tell the party about you being Bhaalspawn before going to the inauguration, because if you do that they're all like "It's okay, you don't have to be evil, you can fight your father, you have to fight your father" and while some Durges would probably be upset about the repeated insistence that they Mustn't Be Evil it's definitely well-intentioned and they want to support you. And then you get to the inauguration and they're furious about the Absolutist reveal. Which is mostly fair (Shadowheart getting mad at you specifically for not telling anyone when she knows you have amnesia is just a little unreasonable), but it's also like. all that support goes away the second they learn you weren't a good little non-murdery heroic Bhaalspawn like Gorion's Ward. To be fair, their anger and sense of betrayal are understandable, it's a hell of a thing to learn and I get the sense that the party really doesn't grasp just how strong Bhaal's hold on Durge is (I don't think it's a coincidence that Jaheira and Minsc are two of the calmest about the Bhaalspawn reveal or that Jaheira takes the Bhaal's Chosen reveal better than most of the party, they have more experience and so have a better understanding of what being Bhaalspawn actually means, but even they don't as far as I'm aware know about the "literally crafted from Bhaal's divine essence" situation)! I can definitely see why they for the most part react so overwhelmingly negatively, I would too in their position. But at the same time... poor Durge? I mean, they've just learned that they were a leader of the cult that stuck a tadpole in their and most of their friends' heads and is trying to take over the world. While the response to that would vary depending on the Durge, that's a heavy thing to suddenly have to deal with! And then the closest thing to support they get from the party is Minthara and Jaheira saying "Well, you fucked up big time but you can still sort of make up for it" and a couple party members not responding to it at all. The only person in this situation who seems pleased to have them around right now is Gortash.

...I wonder if that's part of the reason why Gortash chooses to reveal all of this here and now in front of the party rather than trying to find a moment to talk to Durge privately. It wouldn't have been hard for him to say "Well, I want to talk to the leader of your group privately and I won't give you any information until I get to do so," make it into some sort of power play or something and then explain the situation once they were alone. It might even have been smarter, since that way the party wouldn't be suspicious of Durge. But instead he spills the beans in front of everyone, driving a wedge between Durge and the rest of the group. The others love Durge enough to stick by them even after the reveal, but Gortash couldn't have known that would be the case when he told them! It doesn't make sense to deliberately cause problems among the party if he wants them working together as a team to deal with Orin for him, but it does make sense if his ultimate goal is to get rid of the rest of the party so he and Durge can rule together as was the original plan. After all, if the group decided they don't want a (former) Absolutist leader around and chase Durge away, where could Durge go other than straight to Gortash?

#bg3 #durge #bg3 spoilers #maybe a LITTLE bit of durgetash #if you want to read it like that which i always do #actually an au where durge ends up having to run to gortash for protection would be fantastic #not sure how that would end up happening within the game timeline though. i mean we know the group doesn't turn on them #not for being bhaalspawn or having been an absolutist leader or even for becoming bhaal's chosen again #maybe some sort of pre-game thing? #au where orin attacks them within baldur's gate and they manage to get away and run to gortash? #love a good 'i didn't know where else to go'

[y-rhywbeth2]

The Dark Urge: "For what it's worth, I think I always liked you, too. But this is how it must be." *There is hesitation in his eye for one moment. A passing thought of all times spent together you'll never remember.* [...] Lord Enver Gortash: "We could have moved mountains, we could have shaken the planes. And you chose imperfection. I think I will hang your corpse in the Wide - the Archduke's would-be assassin. The people will celebrate your fall, and my part in it. "Your bones will be a souvenir of what could've been."

Keeping their bones as a memento was already basically flirting when it's aimed at Durge, but these lines - the bitterness of imperfection, what we could've been, the souvenir of what could've been - are so much better now with that moment of hesitation thrown in.

#I kind of want a bad end AU where Gortash keeps Durge's corpse around out of lingering affection not gonna lie #...what? #You know this is a freak blog #... #...also ignoring the fact that they should disintegrate but hush #/durge #/gortash #durgetash #the garbage men #villainous nonsense #edgelord hours #babbling

[fruk-choosing-a-username]

my favorite thing about modern aus is thinking what unhinged reels or tiktoks characters would send each other

last night i saw a reel of someone decorating a cookie that said "breed me", and a modern au durge would ABSOLUTELY send that to gortash at 2 am and itd be the first thing he sees when he wakes up in the morning for whatever horrible political job he has

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #enver gortash #dark urge #bg3 durge #bg3 gortash #durgetash #durge x gortash #modern au #bg3 modern au

[ratscrap]

been brewing up a modern/human bg au and rotating it in my mind these past few days. here's some vypers (and one gort)

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #gortash #lord enver gortash #enver gortash #gortash bg3 #dark urge #the dark urge #durge #dark urge bg3 #durge bg3 #durgetash #dark urge x gortash #bg modern au #oc:vyper #vytash #sketches #colored

[mandibles0322]

Bhaal be like when he spawned Vaysha: "Just coughed this thing up"

#my art #enver gortash #durgetash #baldurs gate 3 #vaysha #oc #dark urge #drow #vaysha the dark urge #the finger claw thingy explains why Gort doesnt have it on his thumb index and middle in my au #she doesnt really use her dagger much and likes to punch more instead #disagree with her? get bonked

[misschizuchi]

I'm a liar! I'm such a fucking liar xD They didn't have sex my ass!

Well, on the other hand I already roughly designed their children, sooo... this supposed to happen sooner or later in the story.

#my art #Astarion x Durge x Gortash #Astarion #the dark urge #enver gortash #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 meme #bg3 gnome #bg3 Durga #bg3 au #durgetash

[shaykai]

Monster AU scribbles (plus some Harpy Tav’ilin concept doodles for my brother :>)

#doodle #sketch #oc #Vat’il #Tav’ilin #baldurs gate 3 #baldur’s gate 3 #enver gortash #durgetash #bg3 oc #bg3 durge #bg3 gortash #bg3 Tav #monster au

[amaranthsynthesis]

One for a Death, Two for a Pair // durgetash crane wife au

One for a Death, Two for a Pair || durgetash || E || chapter 1/? alternate universe, inspired by Tsuru Nyouboi | The Crane Wife (Japan Folk Tale), canon-typical violence, durge-typical violence, blood and gore, inadvisable first aid efforts, wound fingering, trans male character, masturbation, other additional tags to be added

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“Break the shaft. No fletching. You must―you must push it through,” the man says, and his arm stutters to a stop before he can raise it high enough to demonstrate, some vital muscle torn beyond use. He drops it, resigned. “I may scream. You must not stop.”

Enver Flymm has worked in his parents' shop mending and making shoes his entire life. When they die, they leave behind a mountain of debt that threatens to bury him alive without ever once pursuing a passion of his own. Repressed and hopeless, it's all he can do to make it through each monotonous day--until one of Bhaal's Cranes falls from the sky, and he finds a half-dead drow where it crashed.

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What if Gortash's parents never sold him to Raphael? And what if Bhaalspawn worked a little bit differently? I've been turning this over in my head like a really cool rock for a few weeks now, and although I am pretty nervous about posting my first fic with A Plot, I'm pleased with this first bit and optimistic about my outline! Check it out if you're interested, and if you enjoy it leave a comment or send me an ask :)))

Read here!

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fic #enver gortash #the dark urge #durge #durgetash #ballard #writings #crane wife au

[maegalkarven]

Empty prayers

Logical continuation of the AU where everything flies off the rails at the Moonrise Towers:

https://www.tumblr.com/maegalkarven/731364247822598144/au-where-dark-urge-didnt-loose-memories-and-the?source=share

Following the derail of all of his plans by his own hands, Lord Enver Gortash contemplates the future. Luckily, he doesn't have to do it alone.

m!Dark Urge x Enver Gortash, Karlach.

"I don't think he will answer."

Enver doesn't turn around to look at the bhaalspawn. He hears the crunching of dead leaves and sticks under the man's boots and feels a familiar presence close to his shoulder.

Regardless of that, he does not turn.

There's a small, carefully constructed altar in front of him. Perfect, it looks like, perfect with the offering and the incense burning.

Yet his god is silent.

"Enver, really, I don't think Bane will-"

"He has to," comes out a little bit harshly, a little bit forcefully. There's a bitter taste of desperation on his tongue. He pushes it back. "I am his Chosen-"

"I don't think you are anymore."

"I am," he insists as his voice rings louder, pitching to a high, urgent note. "I am the Chosen of Bane, I am his Hand, I am his Voice, I am his Will; and he will answer me."

He feels Nemo's piercing stare burn into the side of his face, but does not look up. Does not meet the familiar honey of the gaze he thought he has lost.

Does not think of all the implications this gaze brings.

Nemo is alive, here, next to him; so close Enver can touch him.

Yet somehow everything is ruined.

A pair of firm hands lay on his shoulders gently and he almost flinches at the touch.

But it's just Nemo.

"No," his bhaalspawn whispers softly. "No, he will not. You have failed him, my dear, just the way I've failed father. You chose wrong," Enver tries to move away from the touch, but the man's fingers only dig in deeper.

"You should have pushed me into the pool. You should have taken Orin's side in the conflict or did not intervene at all. But you," a deep, heavy sigh and a weight of Nemo's body pressing against Gortash's back.

"You chose me. Consciously or not, but you put my survival above everything else; above our plan, above your alliance, above your god. And gods like your and mine do not tolerate disobedience."

"You created this plan with me," Enver tries. "We were brilliant together. Orin has ruined everything; she could not control herself. She was a liability-"

"She was the Chosen of Bhaal," Nemo whispers right into his ear, the breath coming out hot. "It was not your place to decide if she was liability or not. And anyway, I don't think this is why you did what you did."

"It was her own fault," he tries again and feels like a child trying to avoid the punishment. He remembers, long time ago, in a house he prefers to not think about, in a cell what was his home, he used to plead the same way.

Raphael never listened.

"And Ketheric's; they compromised the plan, they put everything in danger, I was just trying to fix it, to put things right-"

Nemo hums.

"Have you tried telling Bane that?" As the matter of fact, he did. "I doubt he'd take this as an excuse." He didn't. "Bhaal beneath, Ketheric was right, wasn't he? Gods only answer when they have something to say. I guess Bane has nothing to say to you anymore."

"He will answer me," Enver insists with the persistence of the damned. "He needs me."

"He really, really doesn't," Nemo presses himself closer and Gortash allows himself a moment to lean back into the touch, to seep out any comfort it provides and feed to his weary soul.

Nemo. Nemo. Alive.

And it only took everything to go to the hells for that to happen.

"I know he hears me," Enver tries again.

"Oh, I have no doubt he does. But Enver, darling, don't you think this whole...fiasco would look bad for Bane? Don't you think the most sensible thing he could do would be to wash his hands clean of this?"

Enver hates to admit Nemo is right; it would be the sensible thing to do. It would be what Gortash himself would do in Bane's place: abandon the lost cause and move on. Find another, better Chosen.

Only there's no better Chosen than him.

"I am the only one who can realize all of his plans," he tries not to think about it. About his Steel Watch, unstable with one of the stones in control of the Brain. Of the cult of Murder under the foot of a thrall of the said thing, of the prodigal murderer as a meat puppet of the entity beyond their comprehension. Of Ravengard, untadpoled, no doubt giving a speech at the inn right now.

Everything went to complete and utter shit. But he can fix it; he can. Surely Bane knows that.

Surely Nemo does.

Nemo lets out a dark, unkind type of a laugh.

"You just destroyed all of his plans," he murmurs almost lovingly. "All and every single one of them. There's no recovering from that, only moving forward."

Enver hates what Nemo is right. And he hates what he knows what Nemo is right. And he hates Bane, and he hates Orin, and stupid Ketheric with his stupid sacrifice for a bitch of a daughter who did not deserve it, and he hates Raphael - honestly, fuck Raphael; and he hates his parents, he hopes they'll die, and he hates Karlach and her big open heart what was ripped out yet is still somehow inside her ribcage-

And he hates Nemo for how much he cares for Nemo, and really, all of this is actually his fault, if not for him, then-

"Are you done with your pity party?" And speak of the devil. Oh, well, a tiefling with infernal engine for a heart. "Duke Ravengard is holding a council," typical. "And your presence is required."

His old friend gives him a short, bitter look.

"This is not a pity party," Nemo argues and the woman snorts.

"Sure looks like one. Gods, it truly is a sign, isn't it?" She whistles. "I used to think I want to see you dead, but seeing you like this, fallen from grace, demoted to what you have always been - that feels even better."

A bubbling, bitter anger raises in him and Enver moves to stand-

"Oh, cut out with this," Nemo interrupts, his hands still firmly on Enver's shoulders. "He saved my life."

"And this is what I still don't understand," Karlach argues. "But it doesn't really matter; this is me actually playing nice. Trust me, if I've decided to give him back the treatment he gave me, he would not be standing right here. Or, well, sitting right here."

"We are all in the same boat now," Nemo tries placidly. "Dealing with the consequences of-"

"-Enver Gortash's actions."

"Our actions. I was involved, remember?"

"You didn't have a choice," she argues. "Bhaal made you; cut from his very own flesh. You have known no life but what your evil father showed you. You were not acting on your own accord. He," an angry gesture at Gortash. "Acted on his own accord. And sold me to Zariel. So she could rip off my heart and make me an unwilling soldier in her war."

"Oh, stop playing the victim," Enver snarls. "I gave you a chance to be something greater than you were. I gave you a chance to be stronger, better, invincible. With this engine no one could touch you, no one could hurt you. It was practically a dream come true and you threw it away, the ungrateful brat you have always been."

Fire erupts from her engine, wrapping itself against Karlach's entire body. Her eyes blaze as she steps forward, and for a moment Enver almost feels...That can't be it, he is still wearing his coat.

He scrambles to his feet, reaching for the crossbow. Bane is silent, he will always be silent from now on, but Gortash doesn't really need him, he doesn't need anyone-

"I'll make you choke on these words," Karlach threatens and damn it, why does it take so long to fix up his damn crossbow, is it broken-

Then a small, thin figure moves to stand between them.

Nemo looks...so insignificant compared to Karlach; he has no fire engine running in his chest, he has no muscles to rival hers, he has no claws and no horns.

Just plain looking half-elf with a crooked dagger in his hand.

"No," he says firmly. "You will not kill each other. Either you two calm the fuck down or you'll have to kill me first. And," a quick glance behind. "I really don't think this is what either of you wants."

"Nemo," Karlach frowns. "Step away. He had it coming-"

"No."

"Nemo-"

"No," the bhaalspawn snarls and something sparks in his eyes, deep, dark and deadly. Bhaal is here. Bhaal has gone nowhere.

Orin was wrong.

"You are not killing him, you're not as much as harming him, Enver Gortash is mine."

Karlach actually looks taken aback at that.

"Yours to do what?"

"Mine to keep, and mine to torture and, if it comes to it, mine to kill. But he is mine and he will stay that way. Bane is finally out of the way, so don't think I'll let you interfere."

"Nemo, this is- You're not exactly-"

"He is the only fucking person who has ever got it," there's a bleeding desperation oozing from the spawn's voice.

"The only man to be my equal. The only true partner I had ever had. I went to the Moonrise Towers with the dreadful knowledge I'd die here, with the belief this man would stick a dagger so deep into my back it'll protrude from my chest. And instead," he is breathing heavily, his broken, pathetic mess of the murderer. Perfect.

"He saved me. He took my side in a fight what had nothing to do with him. He chose me when it was an an obviously stupid thing to do, he has forsaken everything by letting me live. You cannot have him."

They stand like that for a while in a complete silence.

Karlach, double axe in her hands and shock mixed with pity in her gaze.

Nemo, breathing heavily, hands trembling, his own blade digging deep into the flesh of his palm, a thin red string of blood trailing down into the dirt.

Enver, mesmerized, taking in every breath, every shift of his unlucky, broken, forsaken mistake of a lover. Elevated by the sheer force of his devotion.

They need no gods but the ones they create. They need no gods but themselves.

Finally Karlach sighs and lowers the axe.

"For you," she drops down, turning away. "Only for you, for everything you've done for me and the friendship we have. But make no mistake, I am watching him," a rude gesture Enver reciprocates. "And if he does one wrong step, his messy fucking head will come flying off."

"I'd like to see you try," Enver starts and immediately gets kicked into the ribs with Nemo's elbow. Brat.

"Alright," the bhaalspawn smiles. "Thank you. You said something about the council?"

And somehow the end of the world gets delayed for just one more day.

#dark urge: nemo #durgetash #gortash x durge #the dark urge x enver gortash #empty prayers au #bg3 dark urge #bg3 spoilers #au: durge remembers everything #durge spoilers #nemo: but ma'am this is my emotional support tyrant #karlach: *sigh* FINE. But you're cleaning after him #Nemo: i've done everything wrong in my life #karlach: this is not your fault and I love you #unproofread bc who has time for that? #avery.txt