#lord gortash imagine

[sserpente]

The Weight of a Promise

“I want her.” Your heart sank when Gortash pointed at you with his chin. He leaned back, a waitress hurrying toward his table to clear the dirty plates because you were frozen in place, paralysed as if bitten by a Spectator. Hot needles pierced your stomach.

“M-me? But I’m not…I’m not a…”

“Then you shall have her. I’ll have her sent up to you shortly, Lord Gortash. Make yourself comfortable.”

A/N: Just hear me out, okay!

Words: 3721 Warnings: smut, dub-con, prostitute!Reader

Additional NSFW Warnings: CMNF, loss of virginity

“I want her.” Your heart sank when Gortash pointed at you with his chin. He leaned back, a waitress hurrying toward his table to clear the dirty plates because you were frozen in place, paralysed as if bitten by a Spectator. Hot needles pierced your stomach.

“M-me? But I’m not…I’m not a…”

“Then you shall have her. I’ll have her sent up to you shortly, Lord Gortash. Make yourself comfortable.”

“Excuse me?” Your voice was shrill, panicked. You turned to face Mamzell Amira glaring at you. It was a warning look, one she was daring you to defy.

“No!”

Gortash raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing on his handsome features. It resulted in Mamzell Amira huffing an awkward laugh, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the kitchen. The chef protested but she paid him no mind.

“Do not embarrass me in front of the Archduke! Have you got any idea how important it is for us to have his support for our establishment?”

“I am not a prostitute. When you hired me, I insisted it would be to serve food and drinks only, not to spread my legs for your customers. My contract doesn’t say—”

You admired the courage and the sensuality of your colleagues around here. Their life sounded like a never-ending adventure but it was one you were less eager to become a part of. Mamzell Amira was the only one who’d given you a chance. In exchange for your work, you were allowed to take shelter in one of the smaller rooms upstairs and receive three meals a day. You’d signed a contract for it, even.

Waitress, it had said. Not waitress and sex worker.

“I know what your contract says, girl. But this is Lord Enver Gortash out there.”

“Just tell him to pick someone else! You won’t make him pay anyway!”

“He doesn’t want someone else. He wants you.”

“Then tell him I’m not available!” You clenched your fists, anger and panic boiling up inside you.

“I will do no such thing! You either go up there now and make the archduke happy or I’ll kick you out and you’re back out on the streets before you can say ‘sex’!”

“You bitch.”

“Call me what you will. But I will not have you jeopardise my relationship with the very ruler of Baldur’s Gate.”

When he first entered the establishment with a Fist and a Steel Watcher in tow, the whole room went silent. Excitement rippled through your colleagues like electricity, you could tell. They went rigid, giddy, wide smiles spreading on their lips.

Others merely widened their eyes. Lord Enver Gortash at Sharess’ Caress? Unlikely. Outrageous! But then again even archdukes needed some release and fun every now and then, no? Well, you didn’t buy it, scoffing as you collected some empty glasses to bring to the kitchen.

Something was off with this man. His Steel Watch came out of nowhere and the way he made himself out to be the saviour of Baldur’s Gate…it didn’t sit right with you. This man was no selfless hero, one look into his eyes was enough to determine that. Funnily enough, however, no one else seemed to notice. Or perhaps they didn’t want to notice so as long as he protected them from this Absolute cult threatening the city. Either way, it was ridiculous. There were rumours spread by sceptics, even. Dark rumours that he worshipped Bane, the god of tyranny.

So here you were now, in a pickle. Sleep with the man who painted himself as a saint without payment or lose the roof over your head and starve out in the streets. You cursed, storming past Mamzell Amira and fighting the gag forcing its way up your throat when you realised what you were about to do.

“First room to the right. Do not disappoint him!”

It was a fucking walk of shame, it felt like every single person you walked past knew exactly what you were about to do. Some probably envied you. Others must have been relieved they were not in your situation.

Gortash had already made himself comfortable on the large king-size bed when you slipped into the room and locked the door behind you.

“I don’t like to be kept waiting,” he announced.

“Sorry, my lord. There were some…discrepancies.”

He chuckled. “Do you often contradict your employers? I would have expected more eagerness from a pretty thing like you.”

You gnashed your teeth, swallowing down the snarky remark dancing on your tongue. He waited. And waited. And waited.

“I’m not really, um…sure what to do.” Blood bit at your cheeks, embarrassment creeping up your spine. Gods, this was so absurd. Was it really worth it?

Gortash tilted his head. “You have done this before, have you not? Don’t lie to me,” he added.

You sighed. Well, fuck you, Amira.

“No. I haven’t. I’m not a prostitute. Mamzell Amira sold me to you despite her promise I’d only be working here as a waitress.”

“I see.”

Your eyes darted up, seeking compassion in his dark eyes. Perhaps he’d understand, perhaps he’d pick someone else after all and chide the brothel owner for breaching the contract she’d made you sign…but there was none. Only hunger.

“Come here.”

“Did you…did you not hear me?”

“I did. My ears work very well, dear.”

So he didn’t care. And if you refused him now…you could imagine more comfortable things than facing the wrath of a man who built an army of automatons seemingly overnight.

“Take off your dress. Let me see you.”

You obeyed—you didn’t have much choice, after all. It could have been worse, no? Gortash was handsome at least. Duke Ravenguard, as self-righteous as he was, would have been a less appealing option with how old he was compared to Gortash.

You weren’t exactly graceful when you stepped out of your dress, undergarments following quickly. Gortash made no move to undress himself in the meantime, instead watched every single one of your movements like a hawk, amused and greedy, even more so when you pushed yourself to climb on the bed.

Come to think of it…there was not a single man who had ever seen you naked, except for your father maybe when you were still an infant and needed a nappy change. This was new. Different, terrifying considering the circumstances and…exciting?

Fuck, you shouldn’t find this exciting! You didn’t want to do this, you only meant to survive, to…

You couldn’t finish the thought. Gortash leaned forward, pulling you against him. The cool metal of the demonic faces on his armour against your palm was only a small comfort as he rolled you both over and then towered above you with a smirk.

And against all reason, when he leaned down to kiss your lips, your eyes fell shut. Fuck, no!

“You can’t…” You didn’t know much about prostitution but if there was one thing you did know, it was that kissing was usually off-limits.

“Of course I can.” Gortash grabbed your chin, deepening the kiss. It felt…good. Intimate. Almost like he meant it. His tongue slipped into your mouth, battling yours for dominance you gave up far too quickly for your own liking.

You shivered when he pressed himself even closer to you, forcing your legs apart. The metal and the leather dug into your bare skin, your hands wandering, exploring his chest in a frenzy. Your body was…reacting to him in the most delicious ways.

You realised the very moment he freed his hardening length from his leather trousers that you were getting wet. The heat between your legs had you breathing heavily, even more so when you laid eyes on his arousal. Soft black hair framed the base of his erection, his tip red and eager and leaking precum. You were worried for a moment how it would fit with how inexperienced you were. If you tensed up out of nervousness…surely it would hurt.

Gortash released your lips with a deep breath, adjusting himself between your legs. With one hand, he guided himself to your weeping entrance, with the other he stroked your cheek before focusing on your left breast, his thumb teasing your nipple.

“Relax, dear. This is supposed to be pleasurable for us both.” Was it? You very much doubted the archduke cared if you…well, finished. Yet, with how breath-taking being with him felt in this very moment, perhaps he truly did mean his words.

Inch by antagonising inch, he spread you wide open, pushing inside. He went slow, savouring every last moment. His expression was calm, blissful, almost…beautiful.

He stretched you further and further, a light burn spreading between your legs and then…it was over, leaving nothing but pleasure behind. Gortash filled you to the brim, bathing in the sensation and perhaps, letting you get used to his size before he started moving. He withdrew slowly, propped himself up on one elbow and kept kneading your breasts with his free hand, before he plunged himself back in, fucking you in a slow and steady rhythm that had your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Gortash took his sweet time, savouring every single second. Grinding against you, he buried himself inside you as deep as he could, pounding you into the mattress. He was eager for his release, yet when he reached down to where your bodies met to find your clit with an easiness that made you flinch, you couldn’t help but allow a moan to escape your lips.

He chuckled in response, his thrusts getting harder, more uncontrolled. Fuck, you didn’t want him to stop. It felt good. He felt good. His thumb was massaging that sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs even better than when you did it, hidden under your blanket at night. And whenever you did it, there was no one watching your every reaction like you were the most desirable woman in Faerûn.

There was amusement too though. It was clear by now he wanted you to come. Not for your sake—but for his. Whether it was to satisfy his ego, to confirm he knew what he was doing in bed or simply because you could only imagine how pleasurable it must have felt for him for your cunt to clench around him, to milk him for all he was worth.

Gortash left you no choice. You climbed higher and higher, unable to escape the bliss he bestowed upon you even if you wanted to. Part of you longed to deny him your pleasure, to not let him win this wicked game of his. But it was no use.

You were coming before a curse could leave your lips. You fell apart beneath him, pleasure coursing through you like a lightning bolt. Your toes curled, your muscles tensed, endorphins clouded your senses. Your moans made him smirk, your contracting pussy made him groan.

He seemed to grow even harder then, his sinful grunts the sexiest sound you had ever heard. He moved slightly, digging his fingers deep into your flesh as he grabbed your hips, surely leaving angry marks that would remind you of this encounter for days to come.

For a moment, he was no longer the fearsome archduke or the self-proclaimed hero of Baldur’s Gate. He was a man enslaved to lust and carnal desire—just as you were a woman of the same affliction. You moaned as he pumped his seed into you, his hard cock twitching and jerking against your walls until eventually…he collapsed on top of you with a satisfied sigh, leaving you both to process the aftermath in silence.

You swallowed as soon as the last waves of pleasure had ebbed away, realisation of what you had just done hitting you square in the face like a painful blow. You rose, shifting forward quickly in an attempt to climb out of bed and retrieve your clothes—to forget this ever happened before it could plant its roots into your mind even though part of you longed to do this again. Not with just anyone—with him.

Gortash chuckled and wrapped his arm around your waist, preventing you from leaving. “Are you in a hurry?”

“N-no.”

“Good. Then you won’t mind staying for a while longer.” His fingertips ghosted over your shoulder blade, leaving goose bumps behind in the process.

You should have resisted. Should have wailed, screamed, lashed out. You didn’t. Instead, you let your body relax and…enjoy the intimacy between you.

“Are the rumours true?” You asked before you could stop yourself.

“Are what rumours true?”

“Are you…a Bane worshipper?”

Silence. Long enough for you to regret your question.

“Bane is a god like any other, dear. And he can lead you to great power. He knows that power demands sacrifice—sacrifices not everyone is willing to make.”

It wasn’t an answer and yet it was. You refrained from another comment. After all, you intended to keep your head after losing your virginity.

He made you talk about yourself after this. Tell him your name, where you were from, where your family was. Light small talk you would have brushed off as mere politeness if it wasn’t Lord Enver Gortash you were conversing with.

You remained careful not to reveal too much about yourself. Trust came a long way and just because he had fucked you into the next year and proved that he was surprisingly good in bed that did not mean you would throw all caution out of the window.

After you’d gotten dressed again, you accompanied him downstairs where he was met by a smiling Mamzell Amira behind the counter by the entrance.

“I hope you had a good time, Lord Gortash?”

“A very good time indeed. Now…how much do I owe you for the time of this lovely flower of yours?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes even though part of you rejoiced. It was ridiculous just how much you enjoyed his attention and affection despite your suspicion and your fucked-up situation. Besides, his wordplay regarding your virginity did not go amiss. Mamzell Amira perchance hadn’t even been aware of your inexperience.

“Lord Gortash, please…you owe nothing at all. We are glad that you enjoyed your time here—and I hope we will see you again very soon.”

Your face fell. You had expected something like this. It hurt nonetheless. You had given your virginity to this man…and it wasn’t even worth a single gold piece.

Gortash smirked. “We shall see. I am a busy man.”

“Oh, busy men especially should take a rest every now and then. Enjoy your evening, Lord Gortash.”

The archduke nodded, shooting a final glance in your direction before he strutted off like he owned the place. Mamzell Amira’s eyes found yours.

“Thank you,” she said.

You walked away from her without a response.

Dunk the plate, wash it, dry it, stack it. Everything went back to normal in the following weeks. Except it didn’t. Nothing was back to normal. You’d lost your trust in Mamzell Amira, in your colleagues…and you’d lost what you’d been meaning to keep for someone special.

Gortash was special, there was no denying that. But the love of your life? Hardly. Amira didn’t mention again what you had done for her but she also didn’t ask you to do it again with another customer. After a few days, it almost felt like it never happened. Like it was all a dream. A nightmare—or a very twisted and yet exciting sex dream. Perhaps until today.

“Mamzell Amira wishes to speak to you.” It was one of the drow who stuck their head through the gap in the door with a sweet smile. You sighed, dried your hands quickly and abandoned the dirty plates in the sink.

The shit-eating grin on her face when you approached the counter was unsettling, to say the least.

“You will not believe the news I have.”

Your heart sank. Was Gortash coming back? Did he want…you…again?

“I’m shivering with anticipation,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your voice like venom.

“Watch your tongue, girl. Now. Lord Gortash has requested you to join him in Wyrm’s Rock. I can hardly blame him. The man is busy—that way, it won’t be necessary for him to make the journey.”

“What in the hells is that supposed to mean?”

Mamzell Amira rolled her eyes. “It means you are to pack your things. You will be staying with the archduke from today on.”

“You…you have no right to do that. I am not your slave. I am a contracted waitress!”

“I may not. But Lord Gortash certainly does. Now pack your things. There is a Steel Watcher outside waiting to escort you.”

You clenched your fists. “And if I refuse?”

Mamzell Amira narrowed her eyes. “Refuse and I will not take you back. I can only imagine the consequences you will face if you tell Lord Gortash you are not interested in his generous offer.”

“Generous?” You shrieked.

“Lord Gortash is requesting your presence at Wyrm’s Rock.” The Steel Watcher spoke your name, repeating the order over and over again. It didn’t quite fit through the door but its robotic voice could be heard a little too well regardless.

Fuck. Mamzell Amira had a point, of course. You would lose regardless of what option you chose. And if Lord Gortash truly did worship Bane as you suspected…you bit your lower lip. Starvation, hypothermia or death by the archduke, one that would never see the light of day…none of these options sounded very appealing to you.

And against all reason…you had enjoyed his company. His touch, his lips, his skilled fingers…his cock…

“Fine. I’ll go get my things.”

Mamzell Amira nodded.

“Lord Gortash is requesting your presence at Wyrm’s Rock” was the last thing you heard as you made your way upstairs and grabbed the other dress you owned, along with a small leather bag containing three gold pieces.

There were no goodbyes, no hugs, no “take care and good luck”. Most of the sex workers were busy with customers and Mamzell Amira, quite apparently, couldn’t give less of a fuck whether she’d just condemned you to the hells.

You followed the Steel Watcher feeling like you were being escorted to your execution, across the massive bridge, past stone walls, curious Fists and citizens and eventually, up a narrow set of stairs leading to Gortash’s office and private chambers.

The Steel Watcher closed the door behind you—heavy wooden doors you knew without trying you’d be unable to open all by yourself.

There he was, smirking at you from his luscious armchair. Your name rolled off his tongue almost pleasantly as he greeted you. You were supposed to bow so you knew, yet your limbs and spine refused to move even an inch. You clutched your bag tighter.

“Was I being unclear? I asked you to take all of your belongings with you. I have no intention of sending you back anytime soon.”

“That’s, um…” You cleared your throat, cursing your embarrassment. “…that’s all I own. My lord.”

“That? Is all you own?” He eyed the bundled-up garments in your hand. Surely you looked as pathetic as you felt.

“Are you telling me you own only two dresses?”

It was a hand-me-down from one of the prostitutes who no longer fit in it. Hence, it was a lot more revealing than you would have liked. The one you wore was plain, the fabric stained and worn-out toward the bottom.

“Yes.”

“Hmm…we shall rectify that. I’ll have someone sent to Figaro to retrieve some. As my concubine, you should look the part.”

You blinked. “What did you say?”

Gortash’s eyes met yours, amusement glistening in his.

“C-Concubine?”

“Why else did you think I’d send for you? To discuss political matters?” He chuckled. You weren’t quite sure why but it had you seethe.

“Mamzell Amira made quite a generous offer,” he explained.

“Which is?”

“You. In exchange for a lowered tax rate for the brothel.”

“T-that’s it? She…she didn’t even ask for payment for me?”

Gortash tilted his head and chuckled yet again. “Did you think you’d fetch a hefty sum? She did tell me she picked you up from the streets. Clearly, she must have thought your loss wouldn’t affect her business much.”

He might as well have reached for a dagger and plunged it deep into your heart. Tears pricked at your eyes, worsening your sight. You blinked them away frantically, unwilling to show weakness in front of him.

“Now, now…surely Mamzell Amira had only your best interests in mind when she sold you off. After all, I live a very wealthy life here in Wyrm’s Rock. First, we can get you some nice jewellery to wear.”

“I don’t care about jewellery.”

“Then what do you care about?”

“Bodily autonomy,” you murmured.

“What was that?” When you didn’t repeat yourself, he continued. “You are free to go if that is what you’re implying. But I think we both know what your alternative is.”

“That’s not fair.”

“It’s not? A shame.” Only he did not sound regretful at all.

“You expect me to let you fuck me whenever you please but you won’t pay me because I was a gift from the brothel! Are you even listening to yourself?”

“You are getting paid. You’ll have a bed, warm meals, clean garments…and my protection on top of that.”

“So I am nothing more than a slave in a golden cage.”

“If that is what you would like to call it, then by all means. I have business to tend to now. When I return, I expect you to have bathed. And—do throw away those hideous dresses.”

He moved toward the door but before he left, he turned around again.

“I will treat you well, dear. I can promise you that.”

“How much weight does a promise hold these days? The previous one got me into this situation in the first place.”

“I am a man of my word. I have no reason to lie to you. All I ask in return is that you behave. You can do that, hmm?”

He smirked, his expression playful. He left before you could utter another word.

Fine. You’d play his game. And may the gods help you, you will win.

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[sabersandsnipers]

Drabble: Dancing with Gortash

Request:

Hi! I seen you did a Drabble of dancing with Astarion so I was wondering if you could do one with Gortash?

Gortash spared no expense on the event held after his ceremony in Baldur’s Gate. Officials and members of every important political group are in attendnace. He wanted a party to remember after the work he did to become the leader of Baldur’s Gate. 

He bought a gown for you too. A slim fitting, shimmering black dress. You knew based on the material that the dress was expensive. Despite insisting you couldn’t accept such an extravagant gift, he was determined that you wear it to the event. After being with Gortash for some time now, you know he not only wants to treat you, but also wants to show you off a bit to his guests. 

And this dress certainly turns heads. Arm in arm with Gortash, he heads to the center of the room to dance with you. You can feel the eyes of hundreds of people as your heels click on the floor. You’ve heard it all from people like them. Calling you his whore, his consort. 

But those words in the back of your mind disappear when Gortash puts his hands on you, swaying with you along to the slow beat that the orchestra provides. Thanks to the open back of your dress, the warmth of his hand spreads like flame throughout your body.

The way he looks at you never fails to bring warmth to your cheeks. His gaze is filled with lust and admiration. It still seems unreal to you that a man of such power would want you by his side.

But here he is, guiding your movements and making you feel as if you're floating along the air itself.

#enver gortash imagine #enver gortash x reader #enver gortash #lord enver gortash #lord gortash #gortash #lord gortash x reader #lord gortash imagine

[kawareo]

... i have spent way too much time on this, i'm sorry

shoutout to @animentality for putting this stupid thought in my head

#but imagine you save him from death in the final fight #only for him to get executed... he'd deserve it #and its poetic that you still cant save him #fanart #my art #comic #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #durgetash #durge #the dark urge x enver gortash #lord enver gortash #enver gortash #bg3 enver gortash #bg3 the dark urge #the dark urge oc #the dark urge bg3 #the dark urge #karlach #laezel #astarion #wyll

[little-tyrant-gortash]

First of all: I'd love to have his pretty crossbow. Reminds me of the glass crossbow you can get in Skyrim through CC.

Secondly, 14 STR??? If Astarion looks like the way he does with 8, I really want to see that 14 STR. Y'know. For science.

His stats are simply insane. What the fuck, Gortash.

*spends 5 minutes rotating him around, purely to admire him*

Okay let's take a look at his features. I missed out on it when I first met him because I was busy running for Cazador's ass. 🤣

Resistant to magic AND high spellcasting? 👀 Permanently armed?? Unarmed attacks seem logical, but crossbow expert??? 👀

He's a fucking prize.

#little tyrant [enver gortash] #enver gortash #archduke enver gortash #bg3 #lord enver gortash #baldur's gate 3 #bg 3 #save tag #|| Imagine him teaching you how to shoot well with a crossbow. 😭 #|| Standing so close to you and properly positioning your arms as he whispers instructions in your ear. #|| Would you be able to pay attention to anything he says? I don't think I would be. 🤣

[daemon-in-my-head]

Alright fellas, time to talk about one of the bhaalist weapons. In this case Crimson Mischief, aka the shortsword Orin uses that really doesn't to along with the other weapons in terms of style except for being red.

Like they just love curved blades down in that temple, which makes sense. They're much crueller and more devastating. It's not a 'clean' cut if you use em. But Orin has one. And unlike the other weapons, its handle is pretty darn elaborate and even embedded with a polished gem. You don't see that kinda craftsmanship on any other weapon down there. It's the odd one out in regard to weaponry.

And while I'd love to give Orin some cake, do you know what weapons assassins in DnD primarily use? Shortswords. Do you know what weapons Sorcerer and Paladins can use? Shortswords. Do you know who loves efficiency? Durge and Gortash. Do you know who loves to do fucked up corpse art? Orin.

Gortash gave Durge that sword. It's vaguely bhaalian while at the same time not matching their standard weaponry and style at all. But all of Durges "classes" could use it. Orin simply stole that shit cuz she's Orin when in truth, it was Gortash's dowry. Thank you for coming to brainrot centrals podcast.

#sorry bby but like i can't unsee it #give that sword back #also now imagine the irony of gortash being killed with it #cuz dual wielding that dagger + sword does some beefy dmg #and its just right for durge to use these weapons #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 gortash #enver gortash #bg3 durge #durgetash #lord gortash #durge #gortash x durge #dark urge

[venomgaia]

Detonation imminent

Based off something that happened in my first playthrough of act 3. a heads up would have been nice, Larian!!

ft. the winner of this encounter

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #tav #astarion #lord enver gortash #rhylolin/lobo (oc) #you can imagine my panic when everyone got up from a long rest #and suddenly theres ghouls dying #loud explosions. and notificstiond thst LORD ENVER GORTASH is doing damage to astarion and my tav #GENUINELY CONCERNED ME UNTIL I REALIZED WHAT HAD HAPPENED LMFAO #YOUVE WON THIS BATTLE POST MORTEM GORTASH BUT I STILL WON THE WAR #bg3 spoilers #driftoodles

[princefleabitten]

The Wedding

#imagine we killing each other at bhaals altar at the end of time👀👉👈💕 #the most romantic fantasy for a bhaalist #myart #dark urge x gortash #my art #art #drawing #fanart #digital drawing #gortash #gortash x durge #enver gortash #bg3 gortash #lord gortash #gortash x tav #bg3 durge #durgetash #durge #peony #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate fanart #baldur's gate oc #bg3 oc #bg3 #bg3 tav

[bonefetti]

That one Criminal Minds episode with the two serial killers sending notes to each other through the classified ads in the newspaper as they kill their own targets except it's Durge and Gortash taking out ads in the Baldur's Mouth Gazette before Gortash has control over what they print and they just send little notes to each other about a kill or a political move and it's just their little game after their initial private cipher letters.

#bg3 gortash #durgetash #bg3 #bg3 durge #dark urge #lord gortash #enver gortash #baldurs gate #can you imagine the ads subtext omg #add your own i wanna see em #im laughing about people being confused that theres no way to reply to the ad it just says shake my fist with your hand

[cats-obsessions]

I do wonder how much freedom Gortash had to pick his god. I’m sure Bane appealed to him for a number of reasons, particularly power, and I think he deeply admired Bane at some point. But I also do have questions about the logistics of his soul. If Raphael has a contract for Gortash, how many gods can overrule that? Maybe all of them, but how many dare? All those souls in the House of Hope surely had gods once, but did their gods forsake them? Do those who are good aligned meddle in Avernus? Or is it ranking that matters most? A chosen could have their souls kept by their god but a simple follower would not?

I will always say Gortash and Durge fully intended to rise to godhood themselves, but in the meantime, he would have to have a backup plan. And from what I can tell, Bane’s realm sounds like hell even for those he rewards, ravaged with endless wars where his best followers get to *checks notes* be generals in combat forever? Idk man, it’s very high risk and very low reward in my opinion, but I guess he really was that desperate to stay away from Raphael. I wonder if he sought out Bane or if he called out to all the gods like Astarion, and Bane was the only to respond? I wonder if he loved Bane or saw him as a coconspirator? I wonder if, in the end, he even considered Bane an equal, an ally, or if he had it in his heart to over throw him?

#I also wonder what would’ve happened to Gortash who was never sold to Raphael #I imagine he’d be more like nine fingers #like very selfish and powerful underground but allowing himself a bit more of a heart #because that boy does like order and power regardless #I wonder who he’d choose to pray to then… #I’m just obsessed with happier what ifs for villains #enver gortash #this isn’t technically #durgetash #but it’s always in my mind #lord enver gortash #Raphael #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 bane #cats thoughts

[maegalkarven]

Obsessed with how Gortash in "Empty Prayers" AU fits in with the team.

He is a failed chosen of god, as well as Gale, Shadowheart, Nemo and somewhat even Lae'zel.

He is the war criminal type with a really cool class/subclass. He has (bad) history with Karlach and Wyll (due to kidnapping of his father) and (good) history with Nemo.

The party of Gale, Nemo, Gortash and Astarion is pretty much "bad and/or questionable decisions" bingo. They can not be allowed to go out exploring like that because things will go badly (for everyone else involved).

He wants to rule the world, but doesn't have the means to anymore + his former patron god WILL torture him endlessly if he dies, so he cannot die.

He WILL have to learn to rely on other people bc not only he doesn't have a choice in that, but his own survival is closely linked to how well he'll adjust to the new reality.

He probably tries to avoid sleeping or sleeps as little as possible at first because he doesn't trust anyone in the camp but Nemo, and Nemo is kind of the reason of his downfall, so it's complicated.

Nemo has to convince him to sleep and stay guard for him because Enver lowering his defenses amidst strangers and enemies? Absolutely not.

The awful adjustment from being at the top of the world to being at the end of the food chain (again). The determination to climb back no matter what.

The fact what he wears his coat at all times bc without he is vulnerable to fear and that won't go.

Bonus point: Bane not answering his prayers and abandoning him while Bhaal tries to claim Nemo over and over again.

The "my god left me" VS "your god can't leave you alone". Hating Nemo for still having his god's attention, pitying Nemo because Bhaal is the last god you want to be acknowledged by.

#bg3 spoilers #enver gortash #lord enver gortash #dark urge: nemo #empty prayers au #no listen the banters with the team would be so great!!! also i have a feeling Gortash would get along with gale and Astarion both #gale DOES get inspiration from Gortash's coronation #and in some ways all three of them are power-grabby dumbasses #@gale's becoming god and astarion's ascension are somewhat alike to Gortash's rule the world tyrannical spree #it's fun to imagine how all three would interact at their lowest #gortash@astarion: you should use this ascension ritual for youtself #nemo spraying gortash with bog water: no he shouldn't leave him alone #gortash@gale: fuck mystra overthrow her reign #nemo hotting him with a newspaper: no! down. no one becomes a god gods SUCK #gale: ok but i would be different i- *gets hit with a newspaper* #but also gortash@lae'zel: fuck vlaakith. what did she ever do for you? #everyone: *nods* #gortash: and FUCK Shar #everyone: *nods faster*

[sserpente]

My little assassin

You share the bed with Gortash after you rejected Bhaal, and the Chosen of Bane makes the mistake of making it known to you that he is rather disappointed in your decision. Perhaps he needs to be reminded of his place...

A/N: I’ve done it. It’s too late now. Gortash wrapped me around his finger. Oh well. Enjoy this little piece. It’s literally based on a dream I had and when I woke up, I was like… 😲 I have to write this!

Words: 710 Warnings: implied smut, mentions of death, blood, murder, decapitation and necrophilia, evil Durge!Tav/Reader (duh)

It was strange, the concept of freedom. Considering all your sins, it was a feeling soaked in both relief and uncertainty to know that the next time your weapon struck, it would be because you willed it so—not because the God of Murder urged you to carry out his bloodthirsty message to the world. But for the first time in too long… you felt at peace, bathing in the silence this new-found freedom brought.

With an audible sigh, you stretched your naked body in the soft satin sheets. Dusk was near, you could see the last sunrays retreating and slowly drowning Gortash’s chambers in comfortable and soothing darkness.

For just a moment, everything felt right. Like you’d never been gone, never been backstabbed by Orin, never been abducted… never ended up with a damn tadpole in your head… never suffered from amnesia.

Your memories were taking their sweet time to come back to you still. But you were getting there. Bits and pieces, crumbs of information your own brain was withholding from you began to form a bigger picture.

If there was one puzzle piece, however, that had already fallen back in place, it was that Enver Gortash and you shared a history that went well beyond an amenable alliance. You were rather unfamiliar with the concept of love and so was he. What you had was a filthy connection made of lust, greed, and lechery. But you liked him—more than you wished to admit. There was no doubt you would viciously slaughter anyone who dared to touch him. Only one person was allowed to kill or fuck him—and that person was you.

“Tell me, what are you thinking about, my little assassin?” His raspy voice was accompanied by the faint rustling of the bed sheets as he turned to face you.

“You. Me. My past. The life that lies ahead of me now that I’m free to do what I wish.”

“Is that so…” he responded with slight dismay, “In all honesty, my dear, it’s a shame you rejected the God of Murder. To be Bhaal’s Chosen… an honour and a responsibility that would have kept you invincible… and more powerful than ever, fit to rule by my side.”

The sudden anger surging within you felt like daggers made of ice boring into your chest. Enver was many things but he was no fighter. He was a cunning politician with a hand for charming people into what he wanted. Before he even had a chance to react, you had already pinned him down on the mattress, straddling him. Your hand closed around his throat, squeezing just hard enough to cut off his air supply but not hard enough to keep him from speaking.

“Do you think I turned good? That I want to become a hero now? That I rejected Bhaal because I could no longer bear the thought of my sins? Oh no,” you spat, “From now on forth, my sins are my own, not Bhaal’s. You’d do well to remember that and respect my decision, Chosen of Bane because as much as I enjoy the idea of your warm corpse drenching the sheets in blood, I’m not much for necrophilia.”

Enver swallowed, and you could feel his Adam’s apple dance beneath your palm. There was a sliver of panic in his dark eyes—it was one thing you liked about him. He’d never underestimate you or what you were capable of. “Of course. You can… let go now, my little assassin.”

You obeyed—for it would indeed be a pity if your renewed companion withered away so quickly. You had no intention whatsoever to kill him just yet, if ever. Still, when you voiced your threat to give your hazardous anger a vent, you knew deep down that you were not lying. “Do not question me again or I will start questioning whether your head should remain attached to your body.”

Gortash laughed, a sound you enjoyed for it usually expressed his admiration for your ruthlessness; and just like that, another snippet of information dripped into your mind. You remembered. You used to enjoy him praising your cruel savagery. You made a good team, you and him. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

#gortash imagine #gortash x you #gortash x durge #enver gortash #gortash x reader #lord gortash #lord gortash imagine #lord gortash x you #lord gortash x durge #lord gortash x reader #enver gortash imagine #enver gortash x you #enver gortash x reader #enver gortash x durge #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 imagine #jason isaacs #lord enver gortash

[sabersandsnipers]

Drabble: Soft Moment with Gortash

Request:

Hi! First I just wanna say I super love all your work! I was wondering could I please request something slightly softer with Gortash? I would love to see how you think he would act and/or what he would consider being "softer/gentle" maybe for a more good aligned Tav who he is trying to pursue/seduce/corrupt.

His eyes watch you as you trace the rim of your coffee cup. Your own gaze is focused on the book in front of you, as you savor every bit of this quiet morning.

He rubs slow circles on the skin where your hands join. The light, warm feeling of contentment blooms deep in his chest.

It took a while for him to earn your trust. Your goals were different, as well as your intentions, but once he showed you the gentler side of him, you couldn’t stop yourself from being drawn to his side.

Moments of peace like this are rare for Enver. His days are filled with meetings and tasks of every kind to ensure his rule goes unchallenged.

But getting to start and end his day with you by his side…it always seemed impossible to him. He made sure to make time for you though, needing a thorough dose of your attention to get him through the day.

When you look up from your book to smile at him, he wishes he could stay in this moment forever.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #lord gortash imagine #lord gortash #lord Gortash x reader #enver gortash #enver gortash imagine #enver gortash x reader #lord enver gortash #gortash x reader

[fiddlehead-soup]

Imagine eating chicken tendies with Gortash.

Better yet, imagine him presenting you with this:

#enver gortash #lord gortash #bg3 gortash #bg3 #gortash x reader #i asked my friend if he thought this hc was ic or not #he said #i dont see why not #and i dIED #aDDHJKLL #can u just imagine sitting there sharing the biggest platter of the CRISPIEST tendies #it sounds like heaven

[little-tyrant-gortash]

What if they had this "kiss under the mistletoe" in Baldur's Gate too, and Enver is working all night to get you under it, but the moment you finally stand where he wants you to, a bloody magistrate is faster than him.

Astarion always wrapped everyone around his pinky in no time. But seeing you melt against him is horrible, terrible, no good, and Enver wants to claw his own eyes out.

Or Astarion's.

The night goes pretty much downhill for him as he watches you dance with the pale, tall, handsome elf. Nobody dares to even talk to him as he downs glass of wine after glass of wine, sitting on his throne with an aura that puts Bane himself to shame.

#little tyrant [enver gortash] #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg 3 #enver gortash #archduke enver gortash #lord enver gortash #✨️ but imagine [plot idea]

[daemon-in-my-head]

So this is something specifically tailored to my OCs cuz I'm a sucker for edgelords so of course I'll default to shadow sorcs. And one nice cool feature they can have is essentially being cold as ice. Comes with the whole existing kinda between planes bit.

Anyway just imagine a Durge, who for reasons has a very non functional sense of temperature, constantly seeking out any warmth. Scorching hot baths, sitting way too close to a fire, that kinda stuff.

And Gortash, who spend years in the hells, probably got some nasty burn scars from his rather unpleasant past, seeing all of that and just instantly blowing up on the Bhaalspawn. Cuz it's dangerous, and they're gonna hurt themselves, and he's 100% not over what happened and it immediately drives him back into a state of panic or shock or smth.

And durge just utterly confused, cuz to them everything is fine. They don't realise how red their skin has gotten or how close to boiling the water actually is. They just don't understand what got the tyrant acting up like that. But they relent nevertheless, being more careful and all that.

Just, cuz their source of heat has been robbed from them, they start doing the cold feet bit and randomly touch Gortash who immediately gets shivers anytime they do cuz they're that cold. Cuz shit can't be easy when it's them.

#shadow sorcs can also choose to blink #like once every tenday or so #i imagine at some point Gortash is just utterly creeped out like durge pls blink for me hmmm #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #durgetash #enver gortash #bg3 gortash #bg3 durge #lord gortash #gortash x durge #durge #dark urge

[aladaylessecondblog]

Note to self so I don't forget for next Gortav chapter:

Tav attending her last ball before pregnancy confinement

One single dance with Cazador

it's full of threats

Tav not being frightened at all

'You don't own me' or something

'i could'

#i have adhd and a shitty memory #tavs contentment with her “imperfections” annoys him #imagine gortash hearing about this later #surprising himself with the amount of ABSOLUTELY NOT he feels #gortash #gortash x tav #good tav x gortash #gortav #bg3 gortash #bg3 tav #drow tav #tav #gortash bg3 #lord gortash #enver gortash