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There is a new 'Caleb' in town..

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MC: Caleb, have you heard? There's a rumor going around that we're dating!

Caleb: Of course I've heard of it. I was the one who spread it!

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How They React to a Shy Reader {Karlach, Astarion & Gale}

This is a reader request featuring these three characters. As the title implies, this is my take how these three would react to a shy reader.

Karlach

When Karlach first meets you, you're quiet, hesitant, unsure where to place yourself in this loud, unpredictable world.

“Hey there, soldier! What’s your name? C’mon, don’t be shy – I don’t bite!”

You mumble your name. Eyes down. She immediately clocks you as someone who’s probably used to being overlooked or overwhelmed.

“Aw, you’re like a little mouse. It’s okay. No pressure! You can talk when you’re ready. I’ll just keep being loud over here until you feel like jumping in!”

She gives you space without leaving you behind. She never forces you to speak, but she makes it very clear you’re welcome.

Karlach’s energy is usually at a 10 but with you? She instinctively dials it back a little.

When the campfire is quiet, she’ll sit beside you without demanding conversation.

“Mind if I hang here? Silence isn’t so bad when you’ve got good company.”

When you flinch at loud arguments or step back from crowded fights, she notices and she subtly positions herself between you and the chaos.

“Hey, I got you. Just stick close to me, yeah? Nobody messes with my crew.”

The first time you voluntarily join a conversation? She beams like you’ve just pulled off a critical hit.

“Oh YEAH! Look who’s chiming in! Get in here!”

She fist bumps you. She ruffles your hair (if you let her). She absolutely makes a huge, joyful deal about it. Not to embarrass you, but because she’s genuinely proud of you.

She sees you becoming more comfortable over time – offering small jokes, shy smiles, maybe even light teasing – and every time, she meets you with big Karlach energy.

“Look at you, being all bold now! I knew you had it in ya!”

Anyone who tries to talk over you? Anyone who dismisses you? Oh, they won’t do it twice.

“Hey! They were talking. You got something to say? Say it to both of us.”

She is ferociously protective of your voice.

She encourages you to speak up but if you’re not ready, she has no problem speaking for you.

“They don’t wanna deal with your crap right now. Move along.”

Karlach knows you’re capable of more – even if you don’t believe it yet. She’ll nudge you toward the front when a situation’s safe, letting you try things first, but she never abandons you.

“Wanna take the lead on this one? I’m right behind you, promise.”

When you succeed? She celebrates like you just won a world championship.

“YES! Look at you GO! You’re a total badass, you know that?”

When you finally initiate a hug, Karlach absolutely freezes for a second, then scoops you up in the warmest, safest bear hug imaginable.

“Aw, come here! Took you long enough!”

“Sorry, sorry – am I crushing you? Nah, you’re fine. I could hold you like this all day.”

You: “I think I finally feel… like I belong here.”

Karlach: visibly choked up, voice softening

“Damn right you do. You’re one of us. You always were.”

“And anyone who says otherwise can go through me.”

Astarion 

When you first meet Astarion, you can barely meet his eyes, your words trailing off whenever he gets too close.

“Oh my. Are you… blushing? How deliciously precious.”

He thrives on your shyness. At first, it’s all a game to him – a new plaything, a puzzle to prod at.

“Do continue – your flustered silence is simply enchanting.”

But the more time he spends with you, the more he realizes:

You’re not just flustered. You’re genuinely shy. And yet… you keep coming back to him.

“So curious. You’re terrified of me, but you never run away.”

Astarion is used to people either fawning over him or shrinking away completely. You? You’re a strange mix of both – interested but hesitant.

He absolutely teases you:

“Careful, darling, you keep looking at me like that and I might start thinking you fancy me.”

“I do so love the sound of your stammering. Truly, it soothes me.”

But he’s shockingly attuned to your limits. He pushes, but never to the point of real discomfort.

When you genuinely freeze up? He pulls back immediately, voice softening.

“Oh now, I didn’t mean to scare you, little dove. Take your time. I can be… patient.”

The first time you make a teasing comment back?

He lights up like it’s his birthday.

“Oh! Oh, there you are! Well done, my sweet.”

He starts looking forward to your little victories:

The way you hold eye contact a little longer

The first time you initiate conversation

When you voluntarily sit beside him at camp

Each moment becomes a small treasure for him.

“I must say, watching you come out of your shell is my new favorite form of entertainment.”

But it’s not just entertainment anymore and that’s what rattles him.

Astarion insists he’s just enjoying the game.

But when someone else talks over you? When someone brushes you aside?

Oh, he immediately intervenes with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“How terribly rude. You’ll address them properly, or you won’t speak at all.”

When you wander too far from camp?

“Tch. Honestly, you’re lucky I was nearby. Do try not to get devoured, my sweet.”

When you freeze in battle?

“Stand behind me. Go on. I’ll handle this one.”

The more you open up, the more Astarion finds himself genuinely invested.

He’ll even let his guard down with you:

Casual touches linger a little longer.

His flirtations become less performative, more gently sincere.

He’s still dramatic, of course:

“Careful, darling. I might start thinking you’re actually fond of me.”

But there’s a softness in the way he says it now.

The first time you hold his gaze without flinching?

He raises an eyebrow.

“Oh? Staring now, are we? My, my. Who taught you such wickedness?”

You: nervous but determined “I guess I’m learning from the best.”

He falters. Just for a moment.

“Tch. Be careful, sweet thing. I might just make you my favorite.”

When you finally initiate contact

Maybe you gently touch his hand. Maybe you lean into his side at the campfire.

He stills – completely.

“Oh. Well… isn’t this lovely.”

“…I suppose I can tolerate this. For a little while longer.”

(He absolutely doesn’t move away.)

Gale

When you first meet Gale, you’re quiet, hesitant, almost visibly folding into yourself.

Gale notices immediately but he doesn’t comment on it. He simply adjusts, lowering his voice, softening his presence.

“Ah, no need to rush, my friend. I shall simply... enjoy the quiet until you’re ready to share more of yourself.”

He offers his hand to help you over rough paths. He gives you the first serving of camp stew. He never pushes.

His patience is genuine – it’s not a tactic. He simply likes your company, even in silence.

Gale has a natural tendency to explain, to elaborate, to narrate but with you?

He watches carefully to make sure you’re not getting overwhelmed.

“If I prattle on too much, you’ll tell me, won’t you? I’d hate to drown out that lovely quiet voice of yours.”

When you offer small contributions, soft jokes, or hesitant opinions, he listens as if you’ve just shared something extraordinary.

“Oh, what a marvelous point. You’re quite sharp, aren’t you?”

“I do hope you’ll share more of those thoughts with me.”

The first time you voluntarily engage in a lively discussion? He beams like you’ve just solved an ancient riddle.

“Oh, splendid! You’re joining in! I was beginning to worry you’d leave me to monologue all by myself.”

Every little step – whether it’s joining camp banter, cracking a small joke, or asking about magic – he celebrates with genuine warmth, but never in a way that draws too much attention to you.

He carefully avoids embarrassing you. His joy is for you to see, not for the crowd.

He finds your shyness endearing, but his curiosity grows the more you reveal.

“You hold back so much, yet what you do share… well, I find myself treasuring it.”

He loves the little things:

The way you fidget with your sleeves when nervous

The way your eyes light up when you do talk about something you love

The soft humor that peeks through when you’re comfortable

He might casually invite you to stargaze, to teach you simple spells, to offer safe spaces where you can open up at your own pace.

“I thought you might enjoy a quieter moment. The world does tend to be a bit… loud, doesn’t it?”

Gale never swoops in to speak for you but he notices when others try to talk over you.

He redirects conversations, clears space for you to speak, and offers gentle encouragement with small nods or phrases like:

“I believe our friend had something to say?”

“Go on, I’m listening.”

In battle, he always keeps an eye on you – positioning himself nearby, subtly adjusting the formation to ensure you’re safe.

“You’re quite capable, but humor me – I prefer to keep you in my line of sight.”

You: softly “Could you… maybe teach me that spell?”

Gale: visibly delighted

“Why, of course! Oh, this will be grand. We’ll make a proper magician of you yet.”

He immediately offers you the safest, most beautiful cantrip because he wants you to feel empowered, not overwhelmed.

You: shy but growing bolder “You do love hearing yourself talk, huh?”

Gale: mock scandalized

“What? Me? Perish the thought! I simply… appreciate a well-spun sentence.”

But oh, he is so proud of you for saying it. He practically radiates joy.

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Baldur’s Gate 3 Player x LaDS headcanons 🎮

Summary: My headcanons on how the LaDS men act in a BG3 campaign with the you, the reader. Content: Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Sylus x reader, Rafayel x reader, Caleb x reader (separate), very silly, Caleb and Rafayel being chaotic, gn!reader, no reader pronouns mentioned, multiple and major Baldur’s Gate 3 spoilers throughout (1.1k wc) A/N: A brainworm or mind flayer parasite entered by head at 4 pm on Saturday and has not left since. This is for my fellow DnD, BG3 and LaDS lovers!

Xavier – you never made it out of Act 3 because he couldn’t help but fall asleep to the OST and white noise once you reached Baldur’s Gate

Set-up: console, couch co-op Difficulty: Balanced, he wanted a little challenge but was ultimately here to chill with you Race: Half-elf Class: Paladin or Cleric of Light Time in Character Creator: 1 hour, he liked reading through all the origin character descriptions but decided to build a custom character instead. Then read over all the different race and subrace options.

He really enjoyed looking around the Nautiloid ship in the opening act.

He tried to read every book and note he came across in the game for the lore.

Xavier served as your guard dog throughout the campaign, especially if you played as a magic user.

He got jealous at the flirty lines the companions threw your way.

“Xav, these are not real people they are pixels.”

“…so, do you like me or Halsin more? You haven't answered me yet.”

And he almost had a heart attack when Harleep offered themself to you in the House of Hope.

He really enjoyed Wyll’s company and made sure to reserve a space for him in your party.

Regularly got lost despite the in game mini map.

When Jeremiah asked to join your campaign, Xavier told him “No.”

Zayne – you made it to the end of Act 3, but it took months and months due to your busy and conflicting work schedules

Set-up: console, couch co-op Difficulty: Balanced Race: Human Class: Wizard who favored frost damage Time in Character Creator: 30 minutes, he made the most basic custom character and spent the majority of his time choosing a class

Zayne was mainly interested in completing the main quests in the beginning. But he changed his mind after completing the quest to save Mayrina from Auntie Ethel.

He was in a passionate bromance with Gale and developed a personal vendetta against Mystra because of it.

He desperately wanted to befriend Gale’s cat, Tara.

“Tara is lovely, please tell me I can have her as a companion.”

“I’m afraid you cannot, unless you’re playing as Gale.”

His anguish was loud in the silence after.

He also became a big Shar hater after progressing through Shadowheart’s personal quests.

He was NOT a fan of Astarion. But, after learning about his past then destroying Cazador together he begrudgingly tolerated him in the party.

Zayne was flabbergasted – to say the least –  when he met Malus Thorm in the House of Healing. After you walked in on this “doctor” mutilating an innocent patient in his care, the frost wizard showed no mercy.

He silently judged Volo for his “scientific research,” especially after you agreed to his offered eye surgery.

Zayne usually does not care much about fashion over utility when it comes to armor, but you noticed he did not take off the Wavemother robe once you obtained it as a quest reward.

Sylus – you made it to the end of Act 3

Set-up: PC, usually online multiplayer but couch co-op when you visit his base Difficulty: Tactician (specifically for enhanced enemy tactics and increased long rest supply threshold because Sylus is a loot hoarder) Race: Dragonborn OR the hottest Seldarine Drow you’ve ever seen Class: Barbarian fighter multiclass who can attack 4 times a turn Time in Character Creator: 45 minutes

Your playthrough started out with just you and Sylus. But you created a separate save for when Luke and Kieran wanted to play as a full customized character crew.

Sylus REFUSED to cheese fights with you, instead he preferred to strategize heavily like y’all were going to war.

“We are clever enough to win without the help of bugs sweetie.”

Sylus initially liked Raphael because they both enjoyed making a good deal.

But he changed his mind when he witnessed the chess game scene in Last Light Inn.

You two somehow breezed through saving all the prisoners, Duke Ravengard and Omeluum from the Iron Throne.

He had a soft spot for Karlach but who didn’t?

If Sylus chose to play as the Dark Urge, he immersed himself in a redemption arc because he was all too familiar with resisting strong urges.

He wanted to adopt Mol and her band of misfits so bad.

Rafayel – you’re currently in Act 3

Set-up: PC, online multiplayer Difficulty: Explorer – you’re both here to have a good time, not struggle 🤷🏾‍♀️ Race: The prettiest elf/half elf OR tiefling you have ever seen Class: Rogue assassin that dual wields daggers OR Bard that uses Vicious Mockery often Time in Character Creator: 1 hour, he chose race based on aesthetics but got trapped by the customization options

His character has a crazy amount of charisma points and could persuade their way through any encounter.

He gleefully chooses the sassy/deep cutting dialogue options.

Consequently, you two end up in plenty of unnecessary fights but it is chaotic and fun.

Rafayel was downright frightening on the battlefield once he tried out multiclassing. IMO he would love the Gloomstalker Ranger + Assassin Rogue build.

He was fond of the Underdark section in Act 1. So much so that he produced a few paintings depicting the sussur tree and members of the Myconid colony.

He got the both of you obliterated by Vlaakith when he questioned the legitimacy of their alleged godhood in the githyanki creche.

As you both sat in silence staring at the “game over” screen he chuckled then whispered, “No regrets cutie.”

He was enamored by Orin’s outfit. So, you immediately stopped playing to find an armor mod to download.

Caleb – you’ve completed 3 campaigns together

Set-up: PC, switch between couch co-op and online multiplayer Difficulty: Honor Mode (rip) Race: Half-orc or Dragonborn because he thinks they look sick™ Class: modded gunslinger class that dual wields firearms🔫 Time in Character Creator: 20 minutes, you’re both veterans at this

He is the most chaotic force in the game outside of the netherbrain and Orin’s shenanigans.

Caleb ALWAYS saves Scratch and the owl bear cub just to watch their camp interactions. He also summons Scratch to come along with y’all on your quests throughout Faerûn.

Without fail he roasts Gortash every time he is introduced.

“Are we sure that he is the ‘handsome’ younger man everyone has been describing because…”

Caleb unironically loves Lae’zel and relishes exposing her to the truth about Vlaakith.

He volunteered to turn into an illithid this playthrough.

Caleb has memorized various strategies to get through the Gauntlet of Shar while you’re still fighting for your life during the Faith Step Trial.

Gideon along with the legion of Caleb’s friends have begged for an invite, but he always finds a way to keep it as an activity for just you two ♥︎

A/N: Also feel free to leave your takes on which race/class/mods each LI would choose in BG3 or any RPG!!! I want to nerd out in my comments/DMs ♡

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*Baldur’s Gate 3, Act 3, Bhaal’s temple*

Bhaal: You’ve chosen to redeem your soul for your lover, rather than accept the dark gifts I would offer? You foolish child. Is a vampire worth such a sacrifice?

Durge: Yes—but I didn’t choose the vampire as my lover.

Bhaal: It’s the Sharran? Or the Githyanki? Disappointing, though I can see how sorrow or a thirst for violence would appeal to one born of my flesh.

Durge: It’s neither.

Bhaal: …one of the horned creatures, then? The female warrior, or the cursed male? Their hearts are disgustingly pure, but I suppose visually they have a hellish appeal—

Durge: No.

Bhaal: Then who—

Gale *hands on hips, frowning at a puddle of blood*: The decor in here is rather…vein, wouldn’t you say?

Bhaal: …

Durge *defensively*: He’s an extremely powerful wizard, you know. His best friend is a monster that he himself summoned.

Bhaal: What kind of monster? Describe it.

Durge: …

Durge: … cat with wings.

Bhaal: For f*cks sake—

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he lived, served cunt, died, got resurrected, served even more cunt

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Long ago you had gotten into some trouble with the gods, being the mischievous little Cat Hybrid you are. You had actually managed to trick one of the Gods in a deal. A deal where you ended up earn everything and they ended up looking like a fool. At the time you were astonished and quite prideful. To trick a God was no small feat. But that quickly came to regret your trickery, even if you couldn’t help it.

The Gods decided that the best course of action was to punish you, of course. They couldn’t let you walk free, spreading word you had humiliated one of their own. So they made sure you could only trick mortals by trapping you within the confines of a ‘Hero’s Trial’ that once entered cannot be left. There you’d live for eternity using your wits to mislead heroes intent on proving themselves.

Eventually you lost count of the years you had been stuck within the trail. You were bored and restless. While it was fun tricking silly humans they always ended up dying. So your job became a little bit of a downer. Until he appeared. You didn’t pay him any mind at first. You thought he’d die like all the others. While he intrigued you with his own wit and cleverness, you didn’t have high hopes. The odds not in his favor.

That is until a year later when he returns at the start of your trial. You immediately perk up on the stone gate you rest upon, remembering him immediately. He made enough of an impression for that. You look him over, noticing his weakened stated. Armor torn and barely a weapon in sight. Yet he was returning to do the trial again.

“Why have you returned?” You ask, your tone demanding the truth. The air was knocked out of you as he smiles at you weakly, barely standing from the extent of his injuries. Yet his eyes glittered with adoration.

“To see you, of course,” he replies simply but you find your cheeks still turning red.

The rest of the exchange is a flurry of back-and-forth. The banter and ease in which you two talk is beyond anything you’ve ever experienced. You tricked a damn God! How could a mere human ever manage to keep up with you. But… he did. And as he walked back into the trial you can feel your heart breaking. A deep longing filling you to the brim. With his injuries and lack of protection you’re sure this time he’ll perish. There’s no way, right?

Another year passes with no hope and so much hurt. But butterflies burst in your belly when the day comes that he appears back at the start of your trial. He had somehow survived. He actually did it! With none of the grace your cat hybrid nature demands, you jump off the gate. Your human meets you just past the entrance where you two crash into each other in a fierce embrace.

“You have returned,” you breathe out with relief, your claws digging into his skin in your excitement. It’s then you realize he now has even less armor on than before.

“I’ve come to see you,” your human croaks, his voice tired but just as relieved as your own.

You lean back enough to look at his face, eyes flickering over his rugged features. He looks back at you as if you are the sun and he is the moon destined to forever remain in your orbit. You can’t explain the wave of emotions that wash over you in that moment as he confirms he’s come back to you all over again. You don’t know where to begin explaining how much it means to you. So you stop trying to explain.

As if one mind and one heart, you and your human move in at the same time, your mouths meeting in a passionate kiss. Your hands roaming along each other’s bodies with a familiarity that shouldn’t be there for two people who are only now touching for the first time. Yet it feels as if you’ve done this with him a million times. And you two share a night of passion and ecstasy before he continues off in the trial.

Years pass, one after the other, and every year your human returns to you. Proving to you time and time again the lengths and depths of his devotion to you, a sly Cat Hybrid. You count the years that pass now, not only remaining aware but keenly so. As each time your human returns with a little less armor, a weak weapon he must’ve found somewhere or none at all, his skin a little more wounded, and his mortal body a little older.

As time goes on, you grow more insistent, begging him to stop returning to the start, and still never fully understanding why he’s returned just to see you. Not when it hurts him so. Not when it hurts you to see him struggling while you have no possible way of helping him. You’re trapped to remain at the start, never allowed to go behind or beyond its entrance.

“Please, you must stop this,” you beg one night as the two of you lay under the stars, bare bodies tangled up in each other.

Your hand caresses his chest, right over his heart and his gaze softens. It’s an argument you’ve had time and time again but his patience and understanding with you remains.

“I cannot. How else will I see you?” He asks softly, lifting a hand to brush some of your hair back. You instinctively lean into his hand, nuzzling into him as you begin to purr.

Your eyes flutter shut as his words seep into you. An ache settling over your heart. The weight of his words has you shaking your head. A part of you wanting to be selfish, to keep him with you for as long as possible. But your love for him quickly overpowers it.

“Indeed you cannot. For if you see me again you will surely perish,” you whisper tearfully, your claws lifting to softly caress the forming lines on his face that begin to show his age.

Something akin to heartbreak flashes across his features. But just as soon as it comes it leaves, replaced with his usual understanding. A glimmer in his eye shows he’s close to tears as well. Needing your touch he takes your wandering hand in his, kissing it tenderly.

“Fine… If that is what you wish. Just don’t cry, my love,” he whispers, voice breaking as he speaks.

The two of you move as one, leaning in to fitting your lips together in a searing kiss. Losing yourselves to a needed final night of love and passion. Treasuring each other and the time you’d had. Knowing this will be his last time through the trial.

Another year passes at a snails pace. Never realizing how lonely you had been before meeting your lover. His love and utterly endless devotion changing you to your very core. For the first time in your very long life, the punishment the Gods had given you felt exactly like that… a punishment.

Eventually the leaves begin to turn orange and brown once more. The flicker of excitement inside your chest at the idea your lover would be here soon quickly flutters and dies to a lonely ember. Remembering once again that he was never to come back.

So when you see a strangely familiar form through your blurry tear-filled vision, you swear you must be seeing things or simply dreaming. But a quick swipe to your eyes has reality crashing down on you.

A gasp escaping from your throat to see your love stumbling toward you, clutching his stomach with his hand outlined in red against his tunic. He’s silent for a moment before something gurgles in his throat and he begins to choke.

You scramble off your perch, landing on the ground with a sickening thud. Your heart lies still in your stomach, unable to beat as you try to stand. The two of you rush toward each other just past the entryway to the trial. A strangled cry leaves him as he collapses in your arms and the two of you instantly crumble onto the ground, the leaves scattering around you.

“What are you doing here?!” You scream through broken sobs, frantically wiping away tears so that you may better see him. A rattling wheeze leaves him as he lifts a hand to softly brush the tears from your cheeks.

“I’m here to see you… one… last… time,” he rasps, cupping your cheek and bringing your forehead down to rest against his. The difference between his cold and your warmth is chilling. Unbearable. You can’t take it, you’re very being threatening to fall a part as you feel his final breath ghost across your face. His eyes never once leaving yours.

You throw your head back, letting out a cry mournful enough that it shakes the heavens. You can sense their leering eyes peering down on you. Oh, how they must be relishing in their revenge. Your tongue cannot be stopped as you spout endless curses at them.

Despising them as they must despise you, their punishment finding affect even now. For even if you didn’t mislead and trick your lover within the trial itself. You always tricked him into coming back. You must’ve. Somehow. His devotion too pure, his love too endless to be anything but the result of a trick. It couldn’t be real.

You couldn’t handle losing anything that real.

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"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.

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is it the amnesia? the tadpole? falling head over heels for a goth girl? one of faerun's great mysteries...

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Recommending @stygiusfic new fic about Durge regenerating into a lizard after his death -> wind back the touch of death - stygius - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] It's so funny ! ToT

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Things Wyll says

Wyll with a wide smile and a warm look in his eye, greeting “Ah, there you are. I was hoping you'd make your way over. How are you, my friend?”

Wyll, holding the shabby wood doors open for you, bowing his head and politely offering, "After you, my friend."

Wyll with his gaze on the ground, shyly chuckling “You flatter me too much. I am not the gentleman I once was.”

Wyll hitting your enemy with an eldritch blast, shouting “Stay calm, I’m coming for you!”

Wyll cradling you against him as the healing potion takes effect, whispering into your hair, “Breath easy. It’s not your time. It’s not your time.”

Wyll tracing his thumb across your cheek bone, grinning “May I kiss you again?”

Wyll grasping your hand when it reaches for his horns, choking back “please…I don’t want to hurt you.”

Wyll crying when you assure him that he could never hurt you and plant light kisses on his forehead. 

Wyll whimpering slightly when you grip his horns, tilt his head back, and dive into a passionate kiss.

Wyll admitting "I don't know what awaits us in Baldur's Gate but whatever it is, know that I will always have your back."

Wyll sipping his wine with a smirk and a heat in his gaze, lightly teasing, "you find me devilishly handsome?"

Wyll wrapping his arm around your waist, his hold firm and steady, introducing you to his father, “Father this is the love of my life, y/n.”

Wyll with tears brimming his eyes as he kneels down on one knee before you, asking “My love, will you marry me?”

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Baldur's Gate 3 Incorrect Quotes

Wyll: So, How are we going to get in?

Astarion: Don't worry, darling. I am a master in the art of stealth and lockpicking

Astarion: *smashes window* After you

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One of My favorite ShadowHeart moments 🖤🤍

She’s such a cutie 🥰

favourite moments of bg3 -> (6/?)

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So adorable 🥰🥰

Hii! Can you please do a halsinx tav x shadowheart one in which they’re living a peaceful domestic life after fighting the absolute and the hijinks that pursue when they try to introduce the owlbear cub to the orphans? Thank you!

yes yes yes omg writing this made me feral

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Halsin x reader x Shadowheart | Newest Addition

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The new grove buzzed with life. The children ran and played, the air filled with laughter and the occasional scuffle over who got to carry what for the workers constructing Halsin’s vision of a sanctuary. Shadowheart stood by Halsin, a calming presence among the organized chaos, as she gently coaxed a particularly skittish goat into eating from her hand.

"Careful with the goats," she said with a smirk. "I think this one’s smarter than the kids."

Halsin chuckled, glancing at her with a warmth that spoke of the deep bond you all shared. "I think they’re learning from each other."

Their conversation was cut short by a high-pitched squeal of excitement coming from one of the meadows. Both turned, brows furrowed, before exchanging a knowing look. The source of the commotion was obvious.

"Do you think—" Shadowheart started.

"Yes," Halsin said with a sigh. "Let’s see what they’ve done this time."

They made their way to the meadow, where a surprising and chaotic sight awaited them. You were in the middle of a small field with the now fully grown owlbear cub. The massive creature was playing gently, letting the children climb on its back, nuzzle into its feathers, and laugh as it rolled over with a deep, purring growl. You, glowing with delight, stood proudly in the middle of it all, showing off the owlbear to the children like an eccentric parent introducing their newest family member.

“Come on, take turns!” you were instructing the kids, guiding them to pet the owlbear’s thick feathers. The owlbear, now a fully grown adolescent with a playful energy, squawked happily as the children giggled and squealed.

Halsin and Shadowheart stopped in their tracks, exchanging a look.

“I don’t remember agreeing to this,” Halsin said with a quirk of his brow.

“I don’t remember being consulted,” Shadowheart muttered, though her lips twitched upward.

The children, ever sharp, noticed them first. One of the older boys leaned over and stage-whispered to the others. “Uh oh. Someone’s in trouble.”

The group of children burst into a chorus of delighted “ooooooo” noises, drawing your attention. You turned to see Halsin and Shadowheart standing at the edge of the meadow, arms crossed, expressions amused but clearly expectant.

“Oh no,” you said dramatically, throwing your hands to your forehead like a performer in a tragedy. “The council has convened.”

The children giggled even harder as you trudged over toward your lovers, dragging your feet and muttering mock laments. “If the owlbear must go, then so must I. It’s been good knowing you all.”

Shadowheart couldn’t keep a straight face and snickered. “At least there’ll be more room in the bed.”

You gasped, clutching your chest in feigned betrayal.

“How could you, my love?” With an exaggerated wail, you turned on your heel and collapsed against the owlbear, burying your face in its feathers. “Goodbye, sweet world.”

Halsin pinched the bridge of his nose, though his laughter rumbled like distant thunder. “Stop being ridiculous and let us say our piece.”

Still leaning dramatically against the owlbear, you peeked out. “You may speak, Wise Druid.”

Halsin shook his head, smiling. “Of course the owlbear can stay. This grove is meant for all creatures seeking refuge.”

Your eyes lit up, but you quickly looked to Shadowheart for her verdict. Before you could even ask, she was already cooing at the owlbear, pointing out a shady patch near her section of the camp.

“You’ll like it here,” she told the creature. “There’s space, and I’ll make sure the children don’t feed you anything they shouldn’t.”

Beaming, you threw your arms around Halsin first, kissing him firmly, and appreciatively before spinning and grabbing Shadowheart kissing her deeply. Behind you, the kids groaned in unison.

“Gross!” one of them shouted, as others kept gagging and complaining that their eyes were burning.

“Oh, come on!” you called back, breaking away to grin at them. “That’s nothing compared to what I’ll do later.”

The collective shriek of dismay from the children sent you, Shadowheart, and Halsin into fits of laughter. The owlbear, as if sensing the celebration, let out a joyful squawk, its feathers fluffing up as it nuzzled into your side. The meadow buzzed with life, love, and joy, as the three of you stood together, reveling in the world you’d built and the chaos that made it perfect.

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↪" you amaze me "

Bg3 x reader

Giving them a surprise kiss

Warnings : suggestive on Halsin's part... Spoilers for bg3 (duh).

Genre : fluff

A/n : I have 367 hours in this game so I believe that I am worthy enough to write for these characters I love so very much. I am extremely open to requests for bg3 please send me all the stuff you want to see! I'm not gonna include minsc and jaehira for obvious reasons.

Characters : halsin, astarion, wyll, gale, gortash, rolan, raphael

▢ astarion

Leans into the kiss almost immediately. Its usually how he responds to any affection coming from you. Rests a gentle hand on your arm as he deepens the kiss with a pleased little smile on his lips.

When you break from the kiss, still has the smile on his lips, his eyes looking down at you softly, " can't get enough of me, darling?" He cooed out teasingly, a giddiness to him that wasn't there a few minutes ago.

You nip his jaw," stop getting cocky. I caught you off-gaurd, admit it."

He gasped in offence," and here I thought my beautiful partner was merely expressing how much they loved me." Shaking his head at you with an exagerrated pout," shame on you."

"... That's a 'yes'." You smirked.

"Oh shut up," pulls you into another kiss full of laughter.

▢ gale

Blinks for a good 5 seconds before finally responding to the kiss in full, hand curling through your hair to cup the back of your head. A wistful sigh blows through his nose as he leans into the kiss more.

When you pull away, he still holds your head. You smile happily at him," Hello, love." You greet cutely.

Sends you a bashful little smile, pressing his forehead to yours," Well... hello to you too."

"Were you surprised?"

"Oh-hoh?" He grinned with amusement," there was a goal behind all this?"

You tilt your head from side to side," eh... I did have one. But I also just wanted to kiss my handsome husband."

Clears his throat, cheeks warming," Oh, well consider me th..thoroughly surprised, then."

▢ wyll

It only takes him a second to respond to your kiss, cupping both sides of your face so gently and rubbing a thumb across your jawline. A small happy hum falls from his lips as he's kissing you.

When pulling away, his lips chase after yours, giving you a final little peck," You amaze me. Everytime." He breathed out, always has something cheesy to say after every kiss but it never fails to make your heart stutter.

You huff," You're impossible to surprise, yknow? You're too smooth."

He laughs," will it make you feel better if I said you gave me butterflies?"

A hum and then a smile you nodded to him," I believe that's substantial. However, you need to pay for your indiscretions with a kiss."

"Whatever will I do?" Wyll leans down, nose pressing against yours," I have no choice but to give in, hm?"

"No choice." You agreed, hands moving to his waist as he cups your face.

He presses his lips to yours excitedly.

▢ gortash

He's doing some paperwork when you give him a little kiss on the cheek. Not reacting at first, he finished his signature before looking up at you, a softness to his eyes," Can I help you?"

You merely give him an innocent smile," just reminding you that I love you."

He blinks for a moment before he hums, a slow grin reaching his lips," I see.." He places a hand to your hip, rubbing it slowly with a thumb," Well, I fear I need another reminder then, my dear."

"Greedy," You cooed out before pressing a proper kiss to his lips.

▢ raphael

Is certainly shocked for a split second. He was only telling you about a recent poem he had read and enjoyed.

He cups the back of your neck with his clawed hand, deepening the kiss with huff of amusement. Before breaking the kiss he nips at your bottom lip with his sharp teeth," It's rude to interrupt."

You hum, pressing another kiss to his jaw," You're too endearing when you talk about your poems." You reply honestly.

"Oh good, I was afraid I was boring you." No, he wasn't. He knew how engaged you got in his little speils. That was endearing.

"You could never." He drags you into another kiss with a lot more flames stoked beneath it.

▢ halsin

A low hum of surprise and then a slow smile reaches his lips. His large hands rest on your waist as he deepens this kiss, feeling heat build between the two of you the more passionate it grows.

When you pull away from eachother there's a trail of saliva left between your lips. His eyes are a lot darker now, a yellow shine to them," is there something you need, my heart?" He questioned with that low tone of his.

"Just you."

Pins you to a nearby tree and kisses your neck," that I'll give you in abundance."

▢ rolan

Was in the middle of complaining to you about how you put a book in the wrong place. He had that cute little frown on his face, the grouchy furrow to his brows and the agitated swish of his tail.

You just couldn't help yourself. Leaning forwards, you caught his lips with yours, making him shut up completely. He stared down at you with wide eyes before he moans a little and leans into the kiss.

His tail curls around your leg, dragging you closer to him as he leaned back against the bookcase behind him.

When you pulled away for a breath, he still had his eyes closed for a good five seconds.

Looks into your eyes for a moment before he cups your jaw," you can't kiss your way through an argument." He huffs out.

"I just did."

"Did you? What if I'm still mad at you?"

You grinned at him," Your tail says otherwise, love."

He scoffed and tried to frown but his lips kept twitching," You're impossible." Pulls you into a more heated kiss, arms wrapping around you protectively.

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Logan: Love is a weakness and an evolutionary mistake

Laura: You're literally making a Valentines card for Wade.

Logan: *pointing a hot glue gun towards her* You are on thin fucking ice.