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jarebear20 · 16 hours

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Dark Urges Prefer Gentlemen

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Featured Pairings: OC/Astarion, OC/Wyll/Halsin

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Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55492618/chapters/140823982

Summary: Longtime friends Kalli and Jare find themselves in Faerûn under strange circumstances. Aside from the usual perils of being dropped in the middle of a fantasy setting, Jare must now contend with the dark urges threatening to take control of her new body. The mindflayer tadpole is just added insult to injury.

A companion to @thebearmuse's Gentlemen Prefer Tavs

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Blood.

She can smell it. Hell, she can practically taste it. It hangs heavy in the air, like a balloon ready to pop. Before she can make sense of it, the metallic tang wraps around her throat and yanks. Her body screams, one long nerve lighting up as if it’s been struck, but all that greets her is a wet gurgling sound.

She is making that sound.

“Shhh.” She sags with relief as fingertips brushed against her temples. The pain recedes, just enough that she can actually focus on the voice somewhere above her. “It’s going to be alright. I won’t let you die.”

Oh. Well that’s good. She didn’t exactly plan on dying today. Trying to open her eyes, she lets out a sharp intake of breath as the pain flares up once more.

“You need to rest,” the voice continues. “The transition was not an easy one, and we’ll need you at your full strength for what is to come.”

Well that’s ominous. But before she can even try to talk, she feels herself slipping back into unconsciousness. Lips press against her forehead and she hears before the blessed darkness takes her, “Remember: we’re betting on you.”

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The smell of blood is still there when she wakes, but she’s too distracted by the sensation washing over her to pay it much mind. It feels warm, almost like pure sunlight being poured directly into her. When the feeling fades, she thinks she might be able to move properly.

She pushes herself up, wanting to take proper stock of her surroundings. But when she opens her eyes, she hisses. A hand presses against her back for support.

“Jare? Is that you?”

She knows that voice. “Kalli?” Ignoring her discomfort,she looks at the person in front of her.

They’re not the Kalli she is familiar with. For one, the Kalli she knows doesn’t have pointed ears like an elf. The hair doesn’t quite match what she remembers of her friend, nor do the eyes quite hold up. But somehow, she knows that it’s really Kalli. How does she know that?

“Are you alright?”

Jare assesses herself. She can feel the various parts of her, which is nice. But there’s an ache to them that tells her she could really do with more rest. That’s less nice.

“Everything hurts,” she admits. “What… happened, Kalli? One minute we were starting the game, then--”

“We appear to be in Faerûn somehow,” Kalli answers. She sounds more calm than Jare feels at the moment. How long has she been here? “Not a clue where we are, other than not on the nautiloid. I woke up just before you did.”

“Uh huh.” Jare doesn’t mention what happened before. Did it really happen? Or had she dreamed the whole thing up? “That explains the ears and lack of glasses then.”

“Oh!” Reaching up, Kalli feels her new ears. “That goes for you as well.”

Humming, Jare feels for her own ears. The tips taper off into soft points. Interesting, but something still feels off. Like she is wearing a costume.

She blinks, surprised as a thought occurs to her. “My eyes—did one of them change?”

Jare had never been diagnosed with color blindness, but it’s the only way she can think to explain what she sees when she looks at her friend. Like someone has put a partial filter over her vision.

“That was you in character creation?”

“I thought I’d try branching out with a character’s design.” It’s never been her forte. “Seemed fitting for a Dark Urge character, no?”

“Well, it certainly is dark.” Kalli smiles. “I’m just glad it’s not connected to your wounds.”

“You never know.” Taking a moment to adjust to the change in vision, she glances around the room. “Durge does start off covered in blood.” And a headache, like the one starting to creep over her.

“Well shit. You weren't kidding about this not being the nautiloid.” There’s plenty of gore even if she ignores the stuff surrounding her, but the room looks more cave-like than the sort of stuff to be found on an Illithid ship.

"Nope, I wasn't. But hey, at least the designer studied color theory." Kalli gestures to the pools of blood. "Look, they're a happy red, not a Scorsese red."

The laugh feels like a knife slipping between her ribs. “Ow. Please don’t make me laugh.”

"Sorry, I've already had some time to process, so here we are with weird humor as a coping device." Kalli looks around. "Think you're okay to stand yet? Because wherever we are, it feels profoundly unsafe."

“Not sure,” she admits, though she’s already moving to make the attempt. “But we can’t stay here.” Kalli helps her get to her feet. Dark spots dot her vision, but Jare pushes through it. They don’t have much time, she thinks. Whoever fucked her up could come back at any moment and finish the job.

She feels something deep inside of her tug at the thought. Huh. There’s something there. If she just…no. Later. When they’re safe.

It takes some time before that happens. Despite lucking out and finding two lesser scrolls of invisibility in a chest, the pair still have to sneak past dozens of people in robes. It’s slow work, as her body keeps trying to give out beneath her. Just a little further…

They reach a dead end in the form of a stone slab blocking what is clearly an exit point. There has to be some way to open it—

The stone shifts, moving upward as someone on the other side activates whatever mechanism controls it. She steps forward, ready to book it as soon as she sees an opening, when

KillkiLLsTaBslicethatprettyfaceMAKEHERPAY

“JARE!”

She reels, barely stopping herself from lashing out from the rage boiling inside of her. At her feet is Kalli, braced for a blow that never comes. “What…?”

"Oh good, you're back." Kalli scrambles to her feet like it’s nothing. As if she wasn’t about to be attacked by her friend. "I don't know what just happened, but we need to get out of here before it happens again."

"Did I hurt you?" Anxiety eats at her, images of what might have happened if she hadn’t stopped in time flashing in front of her. Her head throbs.

"No, I'm fine. I just fell trying to stop you from going back in there. You didn't seem to like the woman in red." Kalli pats her. "We can sort that out later. We've got to move before someone finds us."

“Right.” But the guilt still gnaws at her, even as she spots the traps. "Keep to the sides. You see those long rectangles running across in rows? They look like pressure plates. I can't see where the attached traps are, but they're probably in the middle."

She’s not sure how she knows they’re there, but right now she isn’t going to question it. "All right. Let's go."

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jarebear20 · 17 hours

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*smashes you over the head with a potion bottle but it was a healing potion and it heals you for the exact amount of damage i dealt you* oh… uh. hm. do you think you could just lay on the floor and pretend to be unconscious

#laugh tag #provoke the queue and suffer its sting

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jarebear20 · 23 hours

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