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sword-of-the-moonmaiden · 5 months ago

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Can you write Shadowheart with a bard Tav that just sings at all hours Even at 5 in the morning and as they go to bed, like Disney princess levels bs💀

Sure thing! Didnt mean to be away from the blog for this long, but unfortunately work got in the way. Hope you enjoy!

Songbird (Shadowheart x Bard!Tav)

In a chaotic whirlwind of an adventure, most of your merry band of adventurers would describe the campsite as peaceful, safe and filled with cameraderie. What they would not describe it as, however, is quiet. Its never quiet, thanks to you and your lyre by the campfire.

Day and night, your inspirational voice carried melodies and stories alike for the team to keep them on their feet, pushing them forward against all odds. Even in the quieter moments between locations, your voice was echoing amongst trees, mountains and villages alike. It was constant, but something all your companions (mostly) enjoyed.

You try to block out the memory of Astarion trying to cut your lyre strings whilst you were trying to sleep.

Shadowheart, however, had paid certain attention to your songs. It was unlike anything she could remember hearing, as there were no bards in the Sharran Cloister, and the Nightsinger's teachings were all about stealth and how not to be seen. Your very existance went against her studies, and whilst your total aversion to stealth was irritating at times, she couldnt be mad at the way you held the team together and made the best out of shitty situations.

A fond memory of hers, a new one aquired along this trip, was one of the very firsy nights you had all spent together. Stars twinkled above as your voice wove a gentle melody around the campfire, retelling stories about the events that had transpired so far. You had looked so peaceful, as if using your voice to entertain was as natural as breathing to you.

Maybe it was.

It's how Shadowheart finds you one very early morning, Selune's Tears sparkling far ahead as your siren-like voice carried across the wind and through the trees as if it belonged there as another aspect of nature. Flames illuminated your laid back form, the gentle crackle of the burning wood the only other sound audible in the night's embrace.

"Not that I'm complaining, but must you really be singing at this gods-forsaken hour?" Shadowheart's voice cuts across the campsite, causing your head to snap up to meet her almost inquisitive gaze.

As your playing slows to a halt, your attention turns towards her fully. "I didn't think anyone else was awake to hear it. Sorry if I disturbed your sleep, I know how prickly you can get without it." A teasing grin pulls at your lips as your companion merely rolls her eyes, settling on joining you by the campfire.

In truth, you truly did believe everyone to be asleep. After all, the moon was high across the sky, and dawn would be breaking in a few short hours to paint the sky in its gorgeous burning hues. It was that peaceful type of morning night where the sound and music carries away disonent thoughts and sleepless struggles with ease.

As the wood cracks and splinters under the heat of the licking flames, Shadowheart spies her opportunity to ask another question.

"So, why are you up this late, little Songbird? I mean, normally you're singing from dawn til dusk," Shadowheart chuckles in amusement, hand idly plusking the strings of your lyre, "But at night, where nobody can hear you? I thought you lived for an audience."

"I..." You paused, and under her piercing green gaze you feel like you have nowhere to hide, not even behind your song, "I just couldnt sleep. Besides, I did have an audience. My tadpole was quite enjoying my music."

"Tadpole? Really?" You can hear the amusement in her tone, that mischievous sparkle dancing in her eyes. "Well, I suppose it has to enjoy your music, with how much you're performing for all of us. Perhaps that's the thing keeping you awake, your worm companion wants more of your songs."

After a quiet laugh, a blanket of silence settles, even the fire seemingly muting itself in the shared moment. You can feel Shadowheart's eyes raking over you, yet they're more appreciative than prying. Sharran's value silence, after all, and in it's depths there is value. Peace. Quiet.

Yet for once, it's not you who breaks it

"Well, your tadpole wasn't the only one enjoying it either. It's nice, not having to live in the shadows and quiet anymore. I don't remember getting to experince many things like this, if I did at all. The cloister was silent, most of the time, unless I was in lesson or my barracks." Shadowheart shuffles closer, gently repositioning the lyre in your grasp so you're positioned to play again. A warmth blossoms in your chest as her finger brush yours.

"However," she continues, "I quite like your constant singing. It's comforting, as I know you're close by. Although, next time you can't sleep, do just come find me. I'm sure I can find some way to tire you out and get you to sleep."

Shadowheart's laugh rings out sweeter than any melody as she takes in your stunned expression, and in that moment you find your sleepless troubles diminishing in her presence. She leans against you, her gaze warm and inviting as embers on a winter evening.

"Now come on, little Songbird, I'm sure I can stand to listen to one more of your beautifully sung songs before I drag you to bed and make sure you get some proper rest."

And sing for her you did.

Well, that was actually really fun to write. Slightly sleep deprived myself, but i can picture Shads really enjoying some music after a life of silence!

#bg3 #bg3 shadowheart #shadowheart #shadowheart x reader

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sword-of-the-moonmaiden · 6 months ago

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Second time's the charm? - Karlach x reader

A drabble about one of Karlach and Tav's shenanigan-filled kisses before she got her second upgrade.

With an infernal engine for a heart, your's and Karlach's relationship had been a touch hands-off to begin with. No matter how much the pair of you wanted to, contact was off the table until Karlach could get her engine fixed. Both of you wanted more than anything to be lost in eachother's embrace, and after the life your lover has led where any touch meant pain, gods knew you wanted to give her the affection she deserved. But you couldn't, not until you run into Dammon again.

Frustrating as it was, it had ignited your creative spark to try and find any solution, no matter how temporary, to your shared conundrum. Hence you found yourself stalking across the campsite, water bucket in hand and a determined glint in your eyes.

"Babe, no!" The giggle and following splash had resounded amidst the camp's evening routines, your companions doing their best to ignore the laughter coming from their barbarian tiefling's tent. Karlach laid sprawled out on her now soaked bedsheet, water running down her massive frame from the now empty bucket in your hands. Though thoroughly drenched, the amusement in her expression was obvious.

"In all fairness, you did say you were open to any idea I had," the grin in your voice couldn't be masked as you stood above the tiefling, mesmerised by the dancing swirls of steam curling up and around your lover as she lay like a model before your eyes. Rivulets of water dipped in between the lines of corded muscle, changing direction as Karlach moved to sit up. Your eyes followed one drop in particular, shining againts her temple as it ran down to her jaw, skating across the chisled line before cascading down her chest to a place you couldnt see.

Yet.

"That I did, soldier," Karlach mused, "although I would have at least liked some warning before you attempted to put me out like a house fire."

As you lowered yourself next to her, grimacing at the cold of the bedroll, you noticed you couldnt quite feel the suffocating heat radiating from Karlach's engine. It was there, yes, but much less intense than normal. In fact, if you ignored the whirring of her engine, Karlach's body heat felt only mildly hotter than yours.

"Perhaps, but it's more fun to keep you on your toes," you laughed, shifting slightly closer, face inches from her own. Karlach's gaze stayed fixed to yours, two pools of molten steel glowing under the sheer idea of being close to someone she cares about again.

So far, it seemed to be working much better than the previous idea you had. Gale had suggested using an arrow of ice to cool down the eternal flames. Whilst in theory it had seemed like it would work perfectly, in practice it was... Less effective than desired.

Shadowheart wasn't too impressed when the pair of you came to her for healing. One for burns, the other for a still-impaled arrow.

Cold, wet hands come up to ghost along the ridges of Karlach's horns, trailing their way down to cup her cheek. Your heart soars at how she leans into it, eyes drifting shut as if burning the memory into her mind. You wished you could do this forever, but the heat on your hand was quickly becoming unbearable. Time was not your ally, and it wouldn't be long before your furnace of a girlfriend brings herself back up to temperature.

Moving quickly, you pull Karlach close to press your lips against hers, moving them with heated deperation. It was perfection personified, her lips softer than they look as they move against your own with equal passion, tongue finding yours in the haze. A whimper breaks the quiet, and you're not entirely sure if it's hers or your own.

You stay like that for as long as possible, not caring whether or not you get burned because it's worth it. It's worth it just to see her happy, and you know you'd get burned a thousand times over for this incredible woman you can call your own.

It's Karlach who has the rational sense to push you back, feeling the heat rising as her infernal engine kicks into overdrive.

"Easy, love. You okay? I didn't burn you or anything?" Karlach's worried gaze searches yours for any sign, any indication that she might have harmed you. Azure flames lick up along the lines of her frame, those once molten orange eyes now blue as the waves crashing constantly along the Sword Coast.

"No, I'm okay. More than okay."

"Good," her frame visibly relaxes, and you find yourself falling for her all over again as she practically beams at you, "I wouldn't want to hurt you, not when I plan on staying with you for a very long time indeed."

As the pair of you sit under the sea of star's adorning the night's sky, the crickets singing around you, it feels impossible to be anywhere else aside from this moment. Sure, in the morning, you still have an adventure to be getting on with, but for now you have Karlach to yourself for the whole evening. And in time, you'll be able to give eachother your full attention, too.

An impulsive thought grips you, and that cheshire grin from earlier splits across your face as your eyes drop to those oh so kissable lips.

"No, don't you dare-"

Your lips crash against hers again, savouring the squeak she emits as your grasp the back of her head, speedily tangling your finger's through her hair. Its addictive, its white hot bliss permeating your senses. It almost instantaneous before the burning becomes too much, and you pull away with scorched, tingling lips. And yet you'd do it over and over again.

As Karlach calls for Shadowheart, you cant help but sit and grin to yourself. Totally worth it.

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So, first time writing in around a year! Gotta admit, this is going to be a journey and a half. Hope yall enjoyed!

#bg3 karlach #karlach cliffgate #karlach x reader #bg3

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