#bg3 headcannons

[reverieblondie]

Could I request headcanons for Gale, Halsin, Wyll, and Astarion with touch starved gn s/o?

I ended up rewriting these a few times but I hope you enjoy reading it! Last Bullet point is NSFW!

Halsin 

Halsin would never say you were obvious, but figuring out you were touched starved was relatively easy to tell. Especially with the game you were playing, it was clear after the nth time you asked for healing from him from a mere paper cut on your finger. Though, could anyone really blame you? After spending so much time on the road, with no friendly touch for weeks, then when Halsin came to your aid to heal you from a particularly nasty hit from a goblin, That was the start of it, the aching for him; you had been healed by others before but…nobody did healing like Halsin. Most healers hover their hands over you, but Halisn would hold you, pressing his large but tender hands to your skin, letting his healing magic flow through from him to you; the touch would send tingling shivers through you; some would argue that it was from the magic…But you knew it was from his touch. Halsin was more than willing to help heal you every time; in fact, the consent wanting his touch helped you two connect. Halsin hoped you would confess you wanted him to hold you one day. But you never did. So when you came for healing from your “terribly painful stomach ache,” he knew he would have to make the first move. “I think I know the perfect solution to your problem,” he whispered before he wrapped you in a tight hug; every ache and pain melted away from his touch. It is truly the perfect medicine anytime you feel touch starved.

Every party of Halsin is perfection in your eyes. Oak father really did a fantastic job when it came to making him. However, the one place you’re always grabbing onto the most is his arms. It’s not hard to see why; it’s nearly impossible to keep from clinging to his massive limbs, snuggling into them, running your hands over his thick forearms. Halsin, the sweetheart, doesn’t seem to mind your clinging, even if he is busy carving away. Now that Halsin has noticed your fondness for his arms, he may or may not start to flex them subtly when gesturing or wearing shirts that expose them so you can see every slight rippling of his muscles. Halsin will let you cling to him as long as he can nuzzle into his favorite part of you later tonight…

Now usually you’re the needy one in the relationship, pleading for hugs and beaming every time you get wrapped up in Halsins arms. Today has been different, however. It started when you woke up with Halsins hands creasing your sides and snuggling into your neck, of course you melted at the touch, thoroughly relishing in the attention, but it didn’t end there. Usually, Halsin would walk through the woods for some meditation and to gather herbs and materials for you two, but today, he didn’t leave your side. Of course, you loved it, but a part of you was starting to get worried. When you brought it up, he grabbed your hands and held them to his chest, “I just find myself wanting to be near you, my heart.” You squeeze his large hands back, “Well, let me help you, my love.” rising to your tiptoes, you begin to pepper kisses all over Halsins face. He grabs your waist and lifts you to meet his lips with yours quickly; the kiss only makes him needier. 

He loves every part of you, from your hair to your adorable toes. But his hands consistently linger on your curves. On those days when you are feeling extra needy. Halsin is more than willing to help…In some inventive ways. The contrast is maddening… The smooth honey slips on top of your heated skin, and then Halsins rough tongue licks up the sticky liquid off your stomach. His hands guide your back to an arch as he keeps his hazel eyes on your moaning face. Sucking and licking as his hands continue to run over your squirming body. Halsin doesn’t know what is sweeter, the honey or you; he will spend all night trying to figure it out. 

Zevlor

Zevlor has been around for a while but was never too familiar with the term ‘Touched starved.’ Sure, he had heard it back in his commander days from soldiers whispering about needing attention of the flesh but never truly gave it too much thought…until. The idea came to him when he noticed a particular trait of yours. You had no special awareness when it came to him. Consistently, you were leaning into him quite closely, and when you two walked around during perimeter checks, you would often bump into him or brush your hand against his. Of course, you would apologize for your clumsiness, but deep down, you knew what was happening…Your body was burning for him, his warmth, his touch, and it was seeking it out in any way possible. It didn’t click so quickly for Zevlor until he saw you sparing, and there was no inclination of any clumsiness in your movements; even with others, he never saw you bump or run into anything; your movements were precise and calculated…and that’s when he figured it out you were touching him purposely. Zevlors first thought was, why? Then his second was how can he tell you to only ask him for his touch. Finally, one day, as you two were doing your usual perimeter check, you slowly inched closer and closer to him, seeking the slight relief of his touch. Still, as you went to bump into him for only a moment, you found the ex-hellrider wrapped his arms quickly around you keeping you to his warm chest. Eyes wide, you go to apologize, but Zevlor is quick to quiet your worries, “If you need my warmth…please don’t hesitate to ask me…” After that day, you got a hug from him every chance you could…

Zevlor enjoys the sweet intimacy of your relationship. At first, he was not used to someone wanting to hold him so closely and shower him with affection, but slowly, he is getting used to it and enjoying it immensely. Though, you still find ways to surprise him…For example, when you start paying particular attention to his cheeks and horns, you can’t stop wanting to hold his face so tenderly and whisper soft praises to him. “I’ve never seen beauty like yours, Zevy…” he feels his heart melt at every whisper and every gentle touch to his skin. Then, if you happen to caress the base of his horns? Well…you have never heard such a deep pur.  

 It had been the first day in a long while that you and Zevlor spent most of the day apart. He had promised to speak to some recruits in the city, sharing his wisdom, and you had opted to stay at home. You were expecting him to come home at any minute, so you were working hard to prepare a surprise dinner for him. You missed him being home; usually, you would spend the day working in your small garden together and setting out laundry on the line together. It was lonely without him, so you planned to show him how much you missed him. As you were finishing your stew, you felt arms snaking around your waist. You gasped before his familiar voice eased you, “Be still, my dear, it’s only me…” Your body immediately relaxes as you turn to hug him back. “How was your trip?” Zevlor only hums as he buries his head into your neck. “I missed you…the road was lonely without you by my side…” you rub your hands up and down his arms as they hug you. Then you feel one of his arms part from you and hear the stove turn off; before you can ask anything else, you’re lifted and carried away toward your shared room. “Zev! What- What about Dinner?” “It can wait…I need to be close to you, just for a while…” The stew wasn’t eaten until much later… 

“So beautiful…” his breath is warm as he whispers the complement into your neck. Zevlor’s lips caress your tender skin as he moves to your ear. You cling to his broad shoulders tighten, and your legs squeeze his textured hips. “You’re taking me so well. I’m proud of you.” The moan is involuntary as you feel him push deeper, his lips catching and nipping on your ear, his sharp teeth threatening to pierce, but his tongue soothing you so softly. Moving from your ear, you almost let out a whine before he blows a teasing breath on your neck, causing you to squirm and keen at the tickleing sensation. Zevlor’s fiery eyes look down at you, and that soft smile never fails to melt your core. He leans in, lips hovering over yours, his hands softly gliding down your waist, “I love you…” The vow is then sealed with a kiss. 

Wyll

Wyll hadn’t thought of you as touched starved until you had to tell him flat-out. To his credit, you didn’t make it easy for him to figure out. When Wyll thinks of the term touched starved, he thinks of someone like him. Someone always willing to give out a hug or a friendly pat on the back; if you’re touched starved and in the proximity of Wyll, you were not touched starved for long. Hells, Wyll would risk the burns of hugging Karlach if she so requested. You, on the other hand, would never seem to be receptive to his friendly gestures, having grown up in a home with little affection and living on the brutal road for a while with a pleasant touch would always be a shock to your system. Especially from Wyll, it was like lightning shooting through your body with a new surge of energy you didn’t know what to do with, so you would tense up. After feeling you clamp up, Wyll simply thought you didn’t like to be touched, so ever the gentleman, he stopped. But that only made you begin to grave him…Finally, after days of seeing him touch and hug your other friends, you felt yourself going to pop. In a spur of the moment, you walked into his tent, staring at his confused features; timidness threatened to take you over, so with shaking limbs, you held your arms open with a shaky beg of “Please…” Wyll’s smile would grow so wide as he embraced you. “I thought you didn’t like to be touched?” “I…I like it when you do it…I crave your embrace…” Wyll will never make you ask please for a hug again…but other things, he might…    

You couldn’t explain exactly why you love it so much, but you find you’re running your hands up and down Wylls strong back every time you get the chance. Maybe it was from seeing all its glory when he returned from the river or in the early mornings when he woke up for training. There’s just something about his broad shoulders that lean down to his narrow waist that makes your hands twitch to touch him. Wyll, of course, isn’t oblivious to how you take him in; that might be why he walks around without a shirt more often. His favorite part about liking his back is when you rest your head between his shoulder blades and hold onto him tightly. It never fails to put a smile on both your faces.  

Between the two of you, you’re the one who is always slow to wake. On a typical day, you usually wake up to an empty left side of the bed, but this morning is different. You wake up to your body being held by what looks like a sleeping Wyll. Your first instinct is to worry and check him for a fever, but you find that he feels normal, and when he wakes, he greets you with a lazy smirk. “Are you okay, Wyll? You’re usually up by now?” Wyll hums softly as his eyes lazily roam over your form, “I woke up earlier but found that I couldn’t part from you…” His sweet words always make you blush, and you go to say you're sorry out of habit, but you’re silenced by him gently stroking your cheek. “Well, How about I make breakfast for us? We could eat together.” As you rise, you are quickly grabbed and trapped within his arms, his lips attacking your neck in a plethora of kisses, making you giggle. “You’re not going anywhere…I am not done with you yet…”   

It’s always so slow, his hands sliding up and down your spread legs while your sex grows more and more aroused. One part of you wants to beg him to stop teasing you, but you both know that the loving pass of his hands on your skin is what you crave. Wyll keeps his eyes on yours as his lips press against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. The attention he gives you makes your mind hazy and your sex quiver in a way that only he causes. A moment of weakness causes you to moan his name. He will look down at your flushed face and smile against your skin before finally sliding his tongue on the spot you need him the most. 

Rolan

Rolan is very familiar with the term being touched starved, and from being accused of it by Cal and Lia relentlessly, he was aware of the traits. Not that he thought he ever showed these. Then came you, and it was the end of him being touched starved. Rolan, at first, didn’t understand why every time you were near, your hand would absentmindedly rub in between his shoulder blades or how when you would go out to the tavern, you would sit so close to him, and it wasn’t as if you were unaware of this. No, from how you would look at his curious gaze with a smirk and a sparkle in your eyes, he knew you were messing with him. Though despite this…you two kept hanging out. If anyone would ask you if you longed for touch, you would say you only wanted Rolans and you had no shame about it; you just wished one day he would indicate the touch for once. Finally, one night, Rolan invited you to the tower to do some reading, something you could do at home, but you wouldn’t dream of passing up a moment to be around him. You two had found yourselves on the chaste, sitting very closely, exchanging blushing looks over the edges of your books, and with every passing page, you two would find yourselves inching closer and closer. Then, as your thighs are pressed together, you feel a warmth wrapping around your ankle. Looking down, you see his tail wrapped around you loosely, unsurely. Rolan had finally taken the initiative, and you were beaming. “If it bothers you, I can-” But before he could finish his sentence, you wrapped his arm around you as you curled into him more. You could hear the rapid rushing of his heart, and you could feel how it matched your own. “It doesn’t bother me; I’ve just been wondering what’s been taking you so long…” The teasing only rewards you with a tighter hold. 

You find every part of Rolan to be utterly perfect, from his beautiful horns to his freckled cheeks to his toes. But the one part of him you constantly find yourself playing with is his tail, swaying and twitching like it has a mind of its own. You love to sneak behind him and run your fingers over the ridged base. The shiver and low growl he gives out every time makes you want to tease and touch him more, your hands becoming clammy for it. Today, you’re reading and mindlessly playing with the sharp tip till, finally, he’s curling the tail around your forearm and pulling you closer for a hungry kiss. He says he is being driven mad by your relentless teasing; you can only smile back before whispering, “Then you shouldn’t keep rewarding me…” 

Rolan tries not to let his neediness get the better of him…but some days, he can’t resist your pull on him. Every time he saw you today, his hands roamed over every curve, his nose in the crook of your neck, and he muttered things you couldn’t catch. The attention was well received as you loved his every touch, but when you parted from him to wash up for the night, the look on his face was utter devastation. “I will be quick, then all night I am yours.” Rolan tsked as he let you go, sitting down in his chair where he would wait for your return. You tried your best to hurry into the bath but were not quick enough. As you wet your hair to be ready for washing, you heard the door open and were greeted by the magnificent sight of Rolan in a small cloth wrapped around his waist. He motions for you to make room. He removes his towel and joins you in the bath. You are happy but utterly confused, and Rolan is quick to defend his actions as he gathers soap into his palm, “You took too long, so now I am here to help; now turn so I can wash your hair.” Without any protest, you turn and relish in the feeling of his clawed hands, washing and lathering the soap in your hair, taking the time to scratch your scalp as he cleans you gently. Maybe you should have him wash your hair every time? If you asked, Rolan would be happy, too.  

It started as a pleasant surprise; while you two were working at Sundries, his tail kept brushing against your butt, and when you two would be out of view from prying eyes, his hand would gently caress your ass. These are simple hints of his wants; you are always eager for his touch. Now here you are, pressed against the back wall with Rolan's needy hands grabbing tight handfuls of your butt. Pants are quickly discarded, and he gives you a quick slap to the soft exposed flesh for being such a naughty distraction. You keen and arch, grinding your ass against his burning erection. A deep moan when his nails dig into your flesh as he starts to rut into you deeply. Panting breaths, intertwined limbs, sweaty bodies desperately rocking against each other. It’s the night you learned that the Great Master Rolan is an ass man.  

Gale 

You never thought of yourself as touched starved; sure, you had points when you thought of being held or holding someone, but it was never something you would say you were starving for; well, that was until Gale. It was an accident when it happened; you two had offered to go to the morning market to gather supplies for dinner. The morning market was incredibly crowded, and you two kept getting separated. Gale, always the quick thinker, came up with the best solution. As he walked in front of you like a shield, he grabbed your hand and led you through. The gesture immediately stirred something within you, and as you walked hand in hand, looking at the back of him, you found yourself tightening your grip. During the rest of your time at the market, you two held each other’s hands. It wasn’t until you two returned to camp that you realized you held hands the whole way back. After that day, you reached out for his hand more often. Gale, of course, didn’t seem to mind. He liked the extra company, but getting you to let go so he could cut vegetables was challenging. After a while, you will find yourself craving more touches from Gale. So late one night, you crawled into his tent; when you woke him, he was initially surprised, asking you what you needed. “I…I think I’m touched starved…could…you hold me for a bit?” Gale’s heart nearly burst out of his chest, but he eagerly invites you into his arms, delighted to share in cuddles and maybe a few kisses.    

It should be no surprise your favorite place to touch Gale is his hands. They are perfectly soft and fit perfectly within yours. You find that your hands are interlocked together if you’re by him. Gale finds your need to hold him in some way lovely and ultimately endearing. Gale’s favorite times when you hold his hands is when you are fast asleep curled up with him in his bedroll, your hands interlaced with his. He doesn’t dare move them because he knows you will only start seeking them again in your sleep.   

You’re used to holding Gale’s hand, but on days he’s feeling needy, you find that his hands tend to roam. Today had been one of those days; his hands had started lazily, moving up and down your arms, gently grazing you all morning so tenderly. By the afternoon, his hands had found their way to run up and down your back, moving so slowly to send shivers through your body successfully. Then, in the Evening, they moved to trace your sides as his lips caressed the sensitive skin of your neck. Finally, you asked if he was well, his lips smiling against your skin. “Perfectly fine…just being needy for you…does it bother you?” you feel your skin flush, and your lips curl to an excited smile. “No, I like the attention from you…” Gale is always ready to shower you with attention; you just need to ask…   

The man didn’t lie when he told you he had a practiced tongue, and tonight, you are finding that out firsthand. You felt needy when you crawled into his tent; it was late, and he was surprisingly awake. At first, it was innocent, simple hand holding a kiss or two like other nights before to satisfy your need, but tonight, you’re finding your aching for more, and Gale knows this. All you need to do is ask…Your hands grip tightly to the blankets as his tongue works against you. Gales focuses as his hands grip your thighs, and he sucks and licks more. He’s desperate to taste your release all over his tongue, and with him always being so good to you, who are you to deny him? 

Astarion

With all he had been through, the feeling of being touched had become unstimulating. Astartion had felt every kind of touch possible. Well, at least that’s what he thought, until you. The energy between you two had been electric from the first moment; you were brilliant, and his usual charms didn’t make you bend like they did others. In fact, for all his teasing, you would give back your own. It was like a game between you two, and it only made you crave each other more. Then it hit its peak…You were admittedly getting lost in his words as he spoke to you, but it was different; it was genuine, and you had never felt so close to others. So when you gently brushed back his hair as he talked, you both found yourself looking at each other in surprise. Your weakness shocked you, and Astarion was surprised by someone touching him so gently, as if he were made of glass. Going to take back your hand, it’s quickly caught by his, and gentle lips pressing to your palm sets your skin ablaze. The kiss was as soft as your touch, but Astarion can never pass up an opportunity… “Couldn’t help yourself anymore, hm?” You would accept defeat this once…

Astarion has never been a fan of cuddling…well, not until he met you. And what did you do to make him change his mind on the slow and intimate activity? Astarion loves the way your fingers brush slowly and carefully through his hair. He finds he has gradually become needy for that soft, gentle touch. On the other hand, you love the feeling of his soft locks slipping through your fingers; actually, there are many things you can adore about Astarion; you find the soft touch of brushing through his hair always seems to relax you. You could spend all night with him in your arms like this…and you do. 

You didn’t know if it was your imagination, but Astarion seemed grumpy today. You had tried to joke around with him and even participate in some teasing and flirting, but he wasn’t receptive. Thinking it best to just drop it, you left him alone for the rest of the day, going about your usual task. Then Evening rolled around; you were getting ready for bed when you heard a throat clearing outside your tent. Poking your head out, you saw Astarion looking…bashful? “Do you mind…if I slept here…with you…I’ve…been feeling off…” One part of you wanted him to explain; he had ignored you, and now he wants to sleep in your tent with you? And wait, elves don’t sleep? But something about the look in his red eyes…he seemed…lonely…Gently, you reach your hand out to grab the sleeve of his shirt and pull him in softly. The rest of the night was spent with you sleeping with your head in his lap as he read to your sleeping form. Being around you made him feel so much better; it was as he thought…he was starting to rely on you, and for once, the thought of depending on another didn’t scare him. 

Sometimes, you can not decide who is needer between the two of you. Of course, you two tease each other about it, but Astarion is always the better tease. You’re rolling your eyes in both pleasure and annoyance as he moves his tongue across your chest, your nipples peaked and sensitive to every feathery touch. You try to keep your moans in, but it’s useless; “You make such pretty sounds, darling, keep it up.” His cold hands move between caressing your chest and your skin to find your sensitive nipples. Red eyes look up at you, filled with mischief. Is he satisfied with just a taste? Or will he bite…

[luvdisease]

BG3 reactions to "would you still love me if i was a worm?"

DISCLAIMER: i am not a writing blog do not follow me expecting more hcs you'll be greatly disappointment by the fictional men thirst. this is so fucking stupid. characters included: Astarion, Gale, Halsin, Karlach, Shadowheart

Astarion

"No."

"But what if-"

"I'd crush you under my heel."

damn.

alright.

Gale

"A polymorph spell? that should wear off soon enough."

"but if it didn't?"

"I haven't heard of a spell that strong, is there something I should be concerned about?"

Please. just answer the question man.

he starts fucking infodumping about polymorphing.

you cant even remember the question when he's done.

Halsin

"of course :)))"

what did u expect. man loves nature

"I'd set you free though, i cant bar you from living your true freedom and life as a worm, you belong in the dirt."

you assure him you would way rather stay with him as you live your worm life

He'd narrate the scenery around you... worms are blind

wants to give you a little pat on your worm head but worms are so small and he is.. so so big :(

Karlach

"Why are you a worm :( who did this"

its a HYPOTHETICAL

goes on about how you would travel with her as a worm by her side...

she would keep ur lil worm body warm

"where would you carry me?"

in front of her heart :) worms need a lot of heat

wait that's...

you're currently trying to figure out how to curse yourself immediately.

Shadowheart

"What kind of question is that?"

thoroughly confused.

after much persistence you wring an answer out of her

Yes, she'd keep you in a... jar or something.

hopefully she remembers to poke airholes.

[mooshywrites]

How to tell they’re falling for you

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Masterlist

Art Commissions

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Astarion ~

~ Astarion keeps his feelings so close to his chest that it’s difficult to realize when he’s slowly falling for you

~ If you play close enough attention, the little gifts he brings you would give away how he felt immediately

~ They start out mundane, practical things he gives you to help with the journey

~ Health potions when you’re getting low, expensive ale he found while rummaging, enchanted weapons that lent to your class

~ Ever so slightly, the gifts would get more personalized, more meaningful

~ A handkerchief with your initials embroidered in it, a book you had glanced over for a split second longer than the others

~ He always denies the idea that the things he gives you mean anything, too insecure of the thought of love

~ Even when he spent the morning trying to find your favorite flower, he refused to admit he was actually looking for it

~ “Don’t be silly, darling, it just happened to be in the field where I was looking for… something else.”

Halsin ~

~ With Halsin, it isn’t hard to notice he’s fallen hard for you at all

~ When you first met, though he was a bit flirtatious, it was nothing compared to the way he spoke to you when his feelings rose to the surface

~ He never missed an opportunity to compliment you, tease you, watch the blush rise in your cheeks at his affection

~ Every word he said was meaningful, it was almost like you had a walking poetry book following you around

~ He compared you to everything he found beautiful in nature, taking the time to pick out the blooming flowers that matched your eyes

~ Your other companions grew tired of it quite quickly, but nothing could stop your Druid from fawning over you

~ Soon, he was telling everyone else how enchanting he found you

~ No townsperson was safe from him spilling out all of the things he thought of yours truly

~ “You don’t understand. Silvanus couldn’t have gifted the world with a better person.”

Gale ~

~ The signs that the wizard is falling for you couldn’t be more… Gale-ish

~ You truly thought he had lost interest for a bit, all of his charms and flirting taking a back seat

~ That is, until you realized he was studying you

~ It started with books on a subject you had talked to him about, your special interests written out on the pages before him

~ The next time you talked, he proudly informed you that he had learned all about what you had told him, excited to talk about what you enjoyed

~ Then, he might has well have been reading a book all about you

~ He talked incessantly to you, trying to learn everything about you; your favorite things, the things you despised, down to your favorite shade of healing potion

~ The wizard worked all of this in to every day life, using his new knowledge to make every minute brighter

~ “I know you said you didn’t like this plant. Not to worry, I read all about it and how to avoid it.”

Wyll ~

~ It was hard to know when Wyll was falling for you or whether he was just being his charming self

~ It wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to go out of his way for someone after all

~ Perhaps it took you a while to notice, but as soon as you did, you saw it everywhere

~ He wanted to help you with everything

~ Whether it was getting a stubborn strap of your armor loose or guiding you away from a mud puddle, he was always wanting to assist

~ Gods forbid there was an area laden with traps, the Blade would spend hours making sure didn’t step on one if he could

~ You never had to open a door, climb a step unaided, he even insisted doing your laundry in the river with his own

~ Even if you asked, he refused to let you return the favors

~ “Now surely you dont think I could let someone so enchanting go out of their way for me?”

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[thecampjuicebox]

I always wondered how the romanced companions would react if Orin kidnapped the player character. Any thoughts?

Be prepared for some angst because PHEEEEWWWWW

Astarion

At this point in the story, romanced Astarion and Tav are very close. He even states that Tav is the only person he's ever cared for, so I can imagine he'd be devastated if his beloved was taken by Orin. He'd take a relatively unhinged approach to saving them, running in with fangs bared. Daggers swinging. He'd make quick work of Orin, slicing and dicing to save his love. They've always done so much to save him so he'd feel it was his duty to do the same in this instance. Once he's able to hold them in his arms again, he'd allow himself to cry. Sob, even. He'd hold them close, smooth their hair back, bury his face in their neck to deeply inhale their familiar scent, but not until telling them how stupid they were for allowing themselves to be kidnapped by the shape-changer in the first place.

Karlach

Tav is Karlach's first taste of intimate touch in YEARS. Her first taste of love for as long as she can remember. When she finds out Tav is the one taken by the shape-changer, it would break her. Shatter her into a million burning pieces. Her engine would run hotter than the searing fires of Avernus. She'd yell and spit and grab the nearest bludgeoning object she could to absolutely decimate Orin where she stands. The pale eyed woman has caused enough problems and with Karlach's already crushed morale after seeing Gortash again, she'd go absolutely ape shit. She'd fall to her knees in front of Tav. Hug their legs. Cry as she rubs her nose across their thighs. Cling to them like a child. "Don't ever leave me again, Soldier. I can't bear it."

Wyll

First and foremost Wyll, I think, would be the most level headed in this situation. He'd quickly devise a plan to save his love. The Blade of Frontiers or the Blade of Avernus, either way, he'll prove his heroism and his devotion to Tav. No one lays a finger on his prince/princess. Their Devil in shining armor. He'd make an entrance similar to when Tav first encounters him in the Emerald Grove. Bold and brave, ready to dominate the fight. And once Tav is assured safe, he'd sweet them off of their feet. Shower them in love and praise of their bravery during this traumatic event.

Shadowheart

Shadowheart is very reserved and quiet about her feelings and thoughts. If her love was taken by Orin, I think she'd play calm about it while absolutely losing it inside. She's mentioned previously that she isn't one for romances, more just short lived flings. With Tav, however. It's incredibly different. She'd rally the other companions and rush into Bhaal's temple to find Orin. Slay here right there. And then take Tav into her arms and check them other, make sure the shape-changer caused them no serious harm. If she had, Shadowheart would heal them. Make them feel safe once more.

Lae'Zel

Lae'Zel's love of Tav goes from 0-100 real quick, and hearing that Tav was taken by an enemy, I think she'd LOSE it. Lae'Zel has not known love like her love for Tav. Tav showed her freedom and no one is going to take that away from her now. She's not known to show very intense emotions, but I think she would let herself cry this time. Lae'Zel is trained in combat so taking Orin down would not be a difficult feat with the help of the other companions. Once Tav is safe, she'd embrace them with all of her strength. Hold them close to her as she mumbles softly in their ear "Zhak vo'nfynh duj. Source of my joy."

Gale

Gale is such a soft lover. His prior relationship with Mystra caused a lot of trauma and I think his romance with Tav is his key to being happy again. With himself and in general. Even the threat of having to blow himself up is softened by Tav's presence. "One moment with you could sate me for a lifetime, and prise the fear from my heart." Once he learns that Tav was taken, I know for a fact he'd go into bad bitch mode. He'd storm his little wizard self right into Bhaal's temple and fireball the hells out of Orin before she could get a word in edgewise. Where'd all this courage come from? The lovely idea that after all of this is over and Tav is safe, they can return to the illusory scene of his tower in Waterdeep and reside there whenever the feeling arises. Not without a lecture on why it wasn't the smartest idea to get kidnapped, though.

[beesxrated]

Could I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, and Halsin react to gn s/o telling him that they're too sore to get out of bed the next morning after making love 😂?

Masterlist

Astarion

"Stay put, darling. I'll take care of you."

He babies Tav.

Astarion gives them all sorts of treats and teas.

He makes sure they're comfortable with blankets and pillows.

He sits with Tav and shows them how to sew. (Anything to spend time with Tav.)

Astarion brings in every meal to eat together.

Wyll

"I'm sorry, love."

He lays with Tav and brushes their hair.

He brings in tea and food to eat with Tav.

Wyll sings a few songs he learned in his youth to soothe Tav into a nap.

He offers massages and goes over their whole body.

He brings extra blankets and pillows when Tav asks.

Gale

"Are you okay, charm?"

He brings his favorite wine and some warm stew.

He brings books to read and cuddle with Tav.

He brings Tav extra pillows so they can sit up.

Gale makes sure Tav has everything they need before he even thinks of sitting down.

He tells little tales he learned while studying in Waterdeep.

Halsin

"Lay still. I will take care of everything."

He brings in blueberries and raspberries because he knows they help with muscle recovery.

Haslin pours Tav and himself some cherry juice to help their muscle pain.

He encouraged Tav to stand and walk every so often to help them heal faster.

He recounts stories from before they met.

Halsin cuddles with Tav when they lay in bed again.

[cocomochicakes]

OKAY BUT HEAR ME OUT:

Baldur's Gate 3 ISEKAI Fanfiction

A story where Tav is transported from Earth to Toril after a run-in with the ONLY WIZARD WHO HAS A PORTAL TO EARTH ON ALL OF TORIL who was retrieving artifacts that jumped planes and accidentally dropped a small one, which Tav pockets and it results in a planar rift.

Imagine Tav not knowing their real name but remembering our world and colloqialisms and slang from 2023 and trying to explain things to the companions at camp:

Tav: UGH when you do that you're just so babygirl!

Astarion: A BABYG- I BEG YOUR PARDON! I AM NO SMALL GIRL CHILD!

Gale: Ah fret not Astarion, I don't think it's a derogatory term. Why, just this morning Tav referred to myself as a "malewife" whilst cooking and I'm starting to infer that perhaps these are terms of endearment from the Earthrealm.

Karlach: Yeah Astarion what Gale said! Tav means well. I believe you've got what they would call "rizz".

Astarion: Rizz? Malewife?? What the sweet hells are you two talking about??? TAV WHAT LANGUAGE IS THIS-

UPDATE: You can find the story inspired by this post here!

(Inspired by this art by @nim-arts)

[beesneedswords]

Hello again!

Recently I've been really obsessed with the span of time between Tav and the companions being casual friends to lovers. Like the subtle changes in Tav's/the companion's behavior as they get more comfortable around each other.

Could you maybe write something about the companions reactions (specifically Halsin and Astarion please!) to Tav coming into their tent without asking like they normally would, maybe sitting closer to them than normal, or touching them to get their attention or leaning on them. Just little signs that show they're comfortable?

Masterlist

Karlach

She would be so excited about any amount of closeness, even if it's just platonic.

She would be afraid of burning Tav if they touched, even after her second fix up.

Karlach would be surprised, but very happy finding Tav in her tent without asking her.

At first, she thinks Tav is sitting closer for more heat when the nights get chilly.

After a while, she starts doing the same things to show her affection and drive to be more than just friends.

Lae'zel

Lae'zel is very surprised.

All she expected was a hook up buddy and nothing more.

But slowly, she has started to open up to the idea of something more.

She isn't surprised to find Tav in her tent unannounced, but is when they move closer to her in their sleep.

She starts to like when Tav leans on her during dinner.

She is a bit wary of closeness due to her past, but really likes leaning on Tav.

Shadowheart

She would be the one to ask Tav if they were going to her tent that night, it'd never be a surprise.

At first, Shadowheart thinks Tav is sitting closer because the campfire is getting cramped, but soon starts leaving a spot for Tav next to her.

She starts to lean on them more during dinner and when they just sit and talk.

She lets Tav hold her hand and touch her whenever they want, she likes the warmth from their hands.

Astarion

He feigned surprise to find Tav in his tent, but had been wishing for it for a while.

He does his best to act unbothered by Tav's advance.

Astarion starts to crave their touch and tries to make it out like it's been his idea all along.

He terribly hides his feelings for Tav and soon the whole camp knows.

In the back of his mind he is always worried about going back under Cazador's control and Tav ending up like the others.

Halsin

He isn't surprised by any of Tav's advances.

He finds Tav cute in their endeavors.

He tells Tav he likes their touch and their company.

Halsin readily reciprocates everything Tav does and more.

He is very pleased when Tav joins him in his tent.

Wyll

He gets extremely surprised and nervous when Tav shows up in his tent unannounced.

He loves Tav's touch, but expresses his boundaries heavily.

He asks Tav for a heads up when they wish to join him in his tent.

Wyll begins to enjoy Tav's touch and their closeness.

He starts to lean on Tav during short rests and dinner, but also likes to steal kisses.

Gale

He is very happy to see Tav in his tent and welcomes them with some corny line about a wizard and his tower.

He welcomes Tav's every touch and leans into it.

He starts to let Tav help with the cooking (although they aren't very good at it).

Gale tries to find every reason to spend time with them.

When they are in his tent, they like to read together.

[alonelybeemakingart]

Does anyone know if there are any Astarion specific interactions with Tara? I think their sass would bounce of each other quite nicely

I also like to imagine that maybe after the adventure Astarion comes to visit Gale in his tower, but for whatever reason only Tara is there. When he says that he is here to see " the bookworm" (because he still struggles with verbally showing affection) she just refuses to let him in unless he addresses gale with "proper" respect

"I'm afraid there are no worms in our residence you must have the wrong address."

Question is would Astarion be willing to concede or would his stubbornness lead him to sulk outside untile Gale comes bach

[reverieblondie]

Thoughts on sub/bottom Rolan?

So…when starting this, I thought I would not have a lot of thoughts on this, not that I don't love the idea of a sub-Rolan (trust me, I do!) I just typically don't write my characters subbing, but…when I started this…it all just started pouring out of me…I hope you all enjoy it! 

Rolan x afab!reader, 18+ under the cut!

When it comes to Rolan, my personal HC is that he is a switch who is still figuring out what he likes/wants with his partner. But you asked about sub/bottom Rolan…and these are my ideas. 

First things first, Rolan is vocal. I don't care if he is domming, switching, or subbing. He is whimpering and moaning as you tease his hot body, tracing all his infernal features. But when it comes to sub-Rolan, he's extra vocal. Rutting into you, grunting in your ear, eyes furrowed as he works to get you closer to your edge, and when he feels you clench around him, a whine will escape his kiss-bitten lips. 

Though I feel the first time you hear Rolan whimper, it was not during sex…it was in sundries. It's late, and you're trying to get Rolan to come to bed with you. Still, he keeps going on about cleaning up the shop, repeating 'One minute' or 'Almost done, just a few more things.' and you're growing tired of this. Finally, as he's walking past you with a stack of books he's planning on putting away, you finally have had enough. Reaching out to grab his fleeing figure, your hand wraps around the base of his tail with a firm pull. The pull, the feeling of your tight grip on his sensitive skin, so suddenly it was involuntary as the sharp whimper broke from him. All the books fall to the floor, and his fists quickly ball from the sudden wave of pleasure washing through him. Dropping his tail, you're going through a mix of emotions. One, guilt because you didn't want to hurt him, and two, that noise that erupted from him was making your cheeks flush and something else stir deep within you. Rolan is a different shade of red now as he looks back at you, he's handsome face contorted in embarrassment. That night in bed, you two don't talk about it. 

Then, some time passes, and Rolan can't stop thinking about it. Late at night, he imagines that embarrassing noise, that sharp wave that rushes his groin, the feeling of your hands pulling…controlling…Before he knows it, he's palming his growing cock to the thoughts of you in complete control…pulling, gripping, grinding, pushing… A moan leaves him, and he snaps back to reality, to the mess he made…Fuck he wants that…

It's been a typical date night for you two; Cal and Lia make themselves scarce, and Rolan cooks a lovely dinner for you both. Now curled up together on the couch reading your book he's reading his in comfortable silence. Then his tail is flops onto your lap. Curious, you look at Rolan, and he still seems to read, but you see his eyes subtly sliding over to look at you. He slides his eyes back, and you feel the blush growing on your face because, just like him…you kept thinking about that night, and this was the hint you needed…

 Slowly, you close your book and trace your hand to the sensitive base. He looks to still be reading, but in actuality, he is burning up on the inside, the book's text blurring, his face blushing. As your hand grips the base, that same noise purrs out from his chest, and with a breathless expression, he turns to you and lets out a soft whisper of "More…" 

Cut to Rolan on his elbows, tears of overwhelming pleasure in his eyes as he moans and whines as you grid your exposed sex against his ribbed base; one hand with a fist full of his chestnut hair, the other rubbing vigorously on the soft base causing him to buckle his stiff drooling erection desperately against the mattress of the bed. Your voice is calm as you ask, "More? Does my Archmage want more? Whining so beautifully for me…" 

After that night and lengthy conversations about boundaries, safety, and your love for each other, you continued exploring each other more and, to your eager delight, found out more about Rolan. 

 Praise, Praise, PRAISE!!!

Praise is very important for Rolan in general, but during sex? You better know he needs it! On your knees, looking up at him as his glazed-over eyes watch you taking his cock to the base, making sure to rake your hand over his naked body calling him "So beautiful." Riding him so desperately, bouncing up and down on him, hearing him moan and shudder chants of "f-fuck!" and "Fe-feels-feels so good!". Cup his sweaty, flushed face and tenderly kisses his trembling lips as you breathe. "Doing so good for me, you're so good, Rolan…My good boy." He could cum from the praise alone if edged properly. 

In my HC for sub-Rolan, there are two things Rolan loves so much. That's you on top and eating you out. So when you ride his face… It's udder bliss. 

Rolan's mouth is salivating as you hover over him, "Sure you want it?" A desperate plea leaves his lips as his claws dig into your hips, trying to bring you down to his eager mouth. Lowering yourself down, Rolan immediately drives his nose to your sensitive clit breathing in your essence and making you hum, watching him get drunk off your scent alone. His hot tongue makes you throw your head back as it licks long strips up to your clit then quickly, lapping at your quivering entrance. Fully sat on his face, Rolan begins to get more desperate with your delicious cunt the more he licks and sucks. It's perfect (partly because of him studying the best ways to get you off). His tongue thrusts into you; you have to grip his horns to keep yourself from falling forward. And that stirs something in him. His whine vibrates through you as he rocks your hips to rub your clit against his nose. The grips on his horns tighten, and worried you're hurting him, you look down, and your breathing stops. Rolan's golden eyes lidded and clouded with lust, his tail practically wagging underneath him. Fuck he's beautiful and utterly drunk off you. Whisper to him how good he makes you feel, and his lips will move to suck on your sensitive bud, and you will be riding out your orgasm as he drinks everything you can give him.  

Now Faerun seems to have lots of spare rope lying around, which made me think that it can be used in very interesting ways…

My personal favorite is the rope used to bind our favorite teifling wizard…

Rolan is so used to wanting/being in control of everything that when he finally opens up, he fully wants to let go as he places the rope in your hands. He loves and trusts you, and your heart swells with the knowledge that you can be the one who can do this for him. 

It seems to make him so sensitive, his body shaking in expectation as you lazily drag your hands over him. His rigged length throbbing and leaking glistening precum as you continue your teasing. Hands bound and in fists that seem to clench and unclench with every intrusion of your oiled fingers. You two had been going so slow, talking through it and having prepped for it nights prior, and now, as a lewd moan rips from his chest, he's so ready for you; he needs it…

A gentle kiss is pressed to his tail, slung over your shoulders as your hand, now done oiling Rolan's entrance with him full prepped. You’re now coating the strap with the warmed liquid. Lining up carefully, tapping the tip of the strap to his entrance, you whisper sweet praises in his fevered ears before sliding into him all the way to the hilt of the toy. Moving gently in and out and rubbing against his sensitive walls. The sounds get lewder and louder as you angle the tip to rub against his sensitive spot, he loses himself to the madding pleasure. Finally, after riding against you, chanting and moaning loudly for you, his body will suddenly still as his cum shoots in thick spurts into the bed sheets. 

Give him kisses all up his sweaty spine for aftercare and praise him endlessly with love. Help clean him up with a rag (or your tongue) and untie him, taking the time to rub his wrist. Rolan, of course, floods you with kisses and takes care of you in any way you want. 

You two will fall asleep in fresh sheets, wrapped in each other's limbs, comforted by each other's trust and love.  

[let-me-cry-in-peace-guys]

you know what song is SOOOOOO astarion coded???

"from eden" by Hozier.

"Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door"

SLITHERED HERE FROM EDEN!!! DEVIL REFERENCES!!! "Innocence died screaming????" U know how astarions innocence was ripped from him, his identity as a elf, his identity as him stolen??? by that BITCH????

"Like my MIRROR YEARS AGO??" Hes a vampire so he can't see himself in the mirror, and yet years ago when he was normal he could?? him telling tav that they're familiar to him like a mirror seems sweet at first, but soon reveals that he is a LIAR because his mirror will never be familiar to him--not since he was bitten.

"Babe There's something broken about this But I might be hoping about this Oh, what a sin"

UIJCENR{IJDO this line just capsulates Astarions thoughts about true love and i-

[mooshywrites]

I saw the beautiful art of your Tav (and the AMAZING writing you’ve posted) and it inspired this headcanon request! Would you mind sharing your headcanons on how Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, and any other of your favorite NPCs would react to giving and receiving flowers to and from the (feminine) reader? Thank you so much!!! <3

Aweeeee, thank you so much for the compliments!!! I would absolutely love to <3 <3

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Giving and receiving flowers from Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, and Karniss

Masterlist

Flower Tav Drawing

Art commissions

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Astarion -

Giving them flowers

~ It would be so nerve-wracking to give Astarion flowers, he’s such a perfectionist that you’d spend way too much time perfectly arranging the wild flowers you found

~ He would be so surprised that you put that much thought into it, looking over it with a teasingly critical gaze

~ He’d try pointing out that a few of them were actually weeds

~ As soon as your face would fall, he’d absolutely panic, giving as many compliments to the flowers as possible

~ “These are wonderful, darling.” He’d assure you, even letting you put a daisy behind his ear

~ Even though he acted judgmental of the gift, you caught him preening over the flowers. Watering and taking care of each little bud until they’ve wilted

Receiving flowers

~ Astarion would proudly bring you a bouquet, hiding it behind his back as he approached you smiling

~ When he finally presented them, you more than a little confused to see a bundle of thin greens with tiny unopened bulbs

~ You’d try your best to play along, not wanting to hurt his feelings since he had picked them out specifically

~ He’d roll his eyes knowingly, telling you to be patient to actually see the flowers

~ That night, he’d pull you into his arms and point you to the vase of greens you had left in the window

~ Much to your shock and awe, the tiny bulbs had opened into beautiful white flowers, blooming in the moonlight

Gale -

Giving them flowers

~ Gale would LOVE getting flowers from you

~ He’d make some dorky joke like “For me?”, looking behind him to anyone else who you could possibly be receiving flowers from

~ Unfortunately, you’d picked an array of flowering leaves that he was deathly allergic to

~ He would try so hard to appreciate the flowers and smell them to appease you, swallowing back the itching already starting around his eyes

~ The rest of the day would be spent with you apologizing, Gale showering you with affection, and the two of you trying every which way to ease his sniffles

~ Even after all of that, Gale would brave his allergies to keep one of your death flowers in amongst his things

Receiving

~ Gale had spent the entire day closed up in his room

~ You heard the occasional grumbling and shuffling, but other than that, there was no word from your wizard

~ Just when you were starting to get annoyed at the secrecy, Gale would pop open the door with a giant grin

~ He’d have you close your eyes, placing something heaving and cool in your hands

~ As soon as you opened your eyes, you see a beautiful pink rose. It glittered in the light, almost as if it were made of millions of tiny crystals

~ “It’s a forever rose. I made it especially for my forever person”

Wyll -

Giving them flowers

~ Wyll’s face would light up as soon as you presented him flowers

~ “How’d you know my favorite?” He’d say, sweeping you twirling into a hug.

~ He didn’t actually have a favorite flower before, but he after seeing your shy smile, he decided he definitely did have a favorite now ~ He’d wind them into a place let, showing you how to do the same with the thick vines

~He never took the bracelet off after that, it was almost impressive how long the crumbling flowers lasted

~ It would finally break during a particularly difficult battle, much to his dismay. But he spent the whole evening after looking for the exact same flower so he could make a new one

Receiving flowers

~ Wyll would wan’t the flowers to be absolutely perfect.

~ He’d spend the morning talking to every florist he could find, trying to remember the meanings of all the flowers

~ The more he “researched”, the more stressed he would get

~ Finally, he’d start the walk back to camp, feeling a little defeated that he couldn’t find anything that seemed perfect enough for you ~ Along the way, he passed by a patch of rain lilies, deciding it would be better to bring those than bring nothing

~ His heart stopped in his chest after he gave them to you, your misty eyes meeting him as you asked how he could’ve found your favorite flower

Halsin -

Giving them flowers

~ Halsin would be very pleasantly surprised by the flowers. Even in his long life, this was a first of sorts

~ He’d sit with you, smiling brightly, looking over all the flowers

~ He’d tell you the name of each and every one, telling you what they could be used in as well

~ In return, you’d show him how to weave a flower crown, trying to include every flower you had gathered

~ In the end, there wasn’t a prettier cave bear princess in the entire world

Receiving flowers

~ Halsin would know exactly where to find the best wild flowers, gathering a huge bouquet by the time he was done

~ They were a little slobbery from his cave bear form carrying them around, but he could wipe them off later

~ He’d lumber his way to you, not hearing the faint sound of buzzing

~ He didn’t understand why you shrieked so loud when he gave them to you, that is until he saw the flurry of bees that had accumulated around his bouquet of sweet smelling flowers

~ It took many kisses and close attention to scattered bee stings to get back into your good graces

Kar’niss -

Giving them flowers

~ Kar’niss didn’t know what to think as you gave him flowers, not familiar with the gesture

~ “Kar’niss can’t eat plants” He’d say with the most adorable confused look on his face

~ You couldn’t help but giggle and leave kisses all over his face. After, you explained that people gave each other flowers as a sign of affection

~ His cheeks would redden, shyly accepting the gesture

~ He treated the flowers so gently after, almost as if it were his newest prized possession

Receiving flowers

~ After learning about this brand new world of flowers, Kar’niss quickly became an expert

~ Anytime he saw even a tiny bloom, he’d scoop it up to bring to you ~ He kept his eyes peeled, not a single flower safe when the drider was near

~ You taught him how to care for the flowers, trimming them and keeping them in enough water to sustain

~ His graceful fingers found comfort in the menial task of caring for the plants. It always warmed your heart, knowing his careful consideration was just his way of showing his immense love for you

[thecampjuicebox]

How would Astarion, Gale, Karlach, and Wyll each react to being woken up by a commotion that turns out to be Durge Tav (who he/she has begun to fall for) clawing at themself, slamming themself into rocks and trees, and stumbling back from anyone who tries to approach them, all while crying and snarling to the skies, "If my 'father' demands a murder this night, then let ME be the victim! I'll not hurt him/her!"

yes yes yes yes angst angst angst angst

Astarion

A strange commotion stirs Astarion from his tent, the vampire spawn squinting in the darkness to attempt to make out the sound. In the distance, he notices a thrashing figure. Loud thuds and slaps ring out into the night sky with concerning ferocity. As he steps closer, he can faintly make out the face of the individual, and his eyes widen. It's Tav. Blood trickles from a large gash along their hairline and they blink through the crimson fluid. Nails claw at the exposed skin of their cheeks and neck and once they spot Astarion, they stumble backward toward the tree line, bumping into an tall oak just at the front. Astarion reaches out for them, crouching low to seem much less threatening to the clearly out of sorts Tav.

"Get away from me!" They hiss, eyes squeezed shut as they bang their fists against their skull. "Darling, it's me.." Astarion says firmly, stepping ever closer. Tav throws their head back, nearly falling to the ground as they cry out into the air "If my 'father' demands a murder this night, then let ME be the victim! I will not hurt him!" With a heavy sigh, the vampire spawn grasps Tav's arm, restraining them against the nearest tree, wrists pressed firmly above their head. His eyes fix on theirs, drool foaming at the corners of their mouth, teeth gnashing at the air in front of their face. Astarion doesn't flinch. Doesn't move. He simply presses his body to theirs, soft words trickle from his lips like honey into their pointed ear. "It's alright, my love. I'm here. You're safe."

Karlach

Loud bangs and shrieks catch Karlach's attention as she rests against a rock just outside of camp. She stands swiftly, nearly losing her balance from her own speed. Careful eyes scan her surroundings and she notices one person missing from camp. Tav. Panic settles into her nerves as her feet move from a brisk walk to a full sprint, hands cupping the sides of her mouth to shout. "Tav?! Tav where are you?!" Karlach arrives at a clearing, Tav pressed up against a tree. Their chest heaves, spittle and blood coating their chin in a thick layer. Their attention turns to the Tiefling now. Pain glows in their eyes, their body doubling over as they reach up to grasp at the sides of their head, hair tangling around their bloody fingers.

"Gods, Soldier.. You look like hell." Karlach offers a friendly smile through her worry and she approaches Tav slowly, hands at her sides. Another loud yelp rumbles from Tav's raw throat as they throw themselves back against the tree, repeatedly bashing the back of their head against the bark. "Woah woah woah! Easy, Tav.. I'm here. I'm right here." Tears well up in Karlach's eyes at the sight of her lover in so much.. Agony. "If my 'father' demands a murder this night, then let ME be the victim! I will not hurt her!" Their body thrashes to the ground, back bowing off of the dirt, nails clawing at the sides of their face. Karlach lowers herself beside them and closes her eyes. Tears fall down the sides of her face and onto her ears in hot streams. One hand reaches down, taking Tav's in hers, their fingers carefully intertwining. "It's going to be okay, Soldier."

Wyll

The loud clink of sword against stone rings through the night air, almost loud enough to cover a blood curdling scream from the distance. Wyll whips around quickly, ears perking up at the sound. "What in the nine hells..?" Sheathing his sword, he tiptoes toward the sound, eyes scanning his surroundings carefully. One hand stays firmly on the hilt. As he rounds the corner into a clearing in the trees, he notices Tav standing in front of a tall boulder, forehead repeatedly smashing against the abrasive surface. "Tav, my love.. Is everything alright?" he approaches the figure with caution, hand still grasping at the hilt of his sword as a final option.

Tav's eyes roll back in their head as they roll over onto their back on the boulder. They lean forward, quickly throwing themselves back a moment later, skull cracking against the stone. "Tav stop!' Wyll shouts, hands flying out to grasp Tav by the shoulders, yanking them away from the boulder and throwing them on the ground. Tav screams and kicks, spits and cries, head throw back into the dirt as they yell loudly "If my 'father' demands a murder this night, then let ME be the victim! I'll not hurt him!" Wyll drops to his knees and lifts Tav into his arms, cradling their writhing body close to his chest. "Shh.. We'll get you help, my love. You'll survive this.. I promise you."

Gale

Sparkling purple weave illuminates the inside of Gale's tent as a makeshift light, a mage hand carefully turning the pages of a dusty tome sat on the floor. Gale's fingers work tirelessly at a a knot in his boot lace when he hears a loud crash on the opposite side of camp, heavy footsteps following soon after that eventually disappear into the woods. He jumps to his feet, bumping his head on a lantern hanging from the main support beam of his tent. "Gods damned it." he spits, rubbing his head as he exits the tent to check his surroundings. He notices various items around Tav's bedroll disturbed. At the foot of the bedroll, a puddle of blood, footprints trailing it in the direction of the woods. Panic settles in his chest.

He follows the trail of crimson into the woods with caution. Leaves rustle to his ride, Tav falling out of a bush into the path in front of him. A loud cry escapes their lips as they writhe on the ground at Gale's feet. "By gods, what has happened to you?" Blood pours from Tav's nose and ears, twigs and leaves sticking out of their clothes and hair. They claw at the dirt beneath them and shriek "If my 'father' demands a murder this night, then let ME be the victim! I'll not hurt him!" Gale quirks an eyebrow. "My love, what in the hells are you talking about?" Gale reaches a hand out to smooth Tav's hair away from their eyes and they lunge forward, snapping at him with bared teeth. He stumbles backward, crossing his arms over his chest. "You've found yourself in quite the predicament, haven't you?" He shakes his head slowly and takes a seat on a nearby rock, placing his hands on his knees. "I suppose I'll wait with you until this passes. It will pass. You'll be alright."

[wyrmskulls]

very gross thought without context, but context will be provided so hang on.

just a sad headcannon with some in-game lines to back me up....

Astarion has a 'thing' for virgins.

We get the line about

"I want to wake up beside a handsome virgins every morning"

from the KuoToa dialog.

and from meeting Sebastián (not knowing about the ritual) we can ask if he hurt Astarion, and get the reply:

"He didn't do anything at all... I can't say the same of all my victims.."

((I'll add the worst memories of being locked up for a year was punishment for letting a different 'sweet boy' go))

In my head, that feels like virgins were an unavoidable but welcome 'night off' for Astarion. that maybe it took years in between to recover from the guilt og their death each time. But they were at least in part a reprieve from the usual, a tiny sliver of warmth in his cold undead life...

mentally its easier to be hurt by someone unintentionally, then when they try to hurt you, to be malicious. It's easier to think of someone doing something for you 'not be good at it' through lack of experience then through lack of care.

idk... just a thought.

[cocomochicakes]

BALDUR'S GATE 3 ISEKAI FANFICTION - HEADCANNON #2

I'm writing an Isekai FF for BG3 where Tav mysteriously inhabits a body in the realm of Toril and I just had this thought that post-battle, Tav would be dropping it low singing "HANDS ON MY KNEES, SHAKIN ASS ON MY THOT SHIT" bc it's Megan thee Stallion, twerking with Karlach:

Tav: *Just convinced Yurgir to blow himself in the Temple of Shar, doing tiny booty-pops* HANDS ON MY KNEES, SHAKIN ASS ON MY THOT SHIT!

Karlach: *One hand on her knee, the other in the air, twerking with Tav* POST ME A PIC, FINNA MAKE ME A PROFIT!

Lae'zel: Wizard, what is this bizarre ritual Tav and Karlach are partaking in atop the corpse of the demon?

Gale: *staring blankly* I am actually unaware myself to be frank. I believe something about making money off pictures and shaking one's posterior for some reason and- oh my-"

Tav: *Standing on top of the demon's corpse dropping it low* MISSIONARY OR DOGGYSTYLE, IMMA TOP SHIT!!!

Astarion: "Now this is MY kind of ballad! Enjoying the show Wizard?"

Gale: "...no comment"

Tav: AHHHH!

[beesneedswords]

Hello!

I found your blog recently and I really love your BG3 writing. Could I ask for reactions from the companions (Astarion and Halsin specifically please!) if they caught Tav casually in their tents/in their cots asleep?

Masterlist

Astarion

Astarion smiles a little, but tries to hide it from the others.

He cautiously slips in next to Tav.

Tries not to wake them as he puts an arm over their waist.

Astarion brushes hair from their face, admiring Tav.

He kisses their forehead.

He enjoys the closeness and intimacy of the moment.

When he falls into trance, he doesn't have any nightmares.

Halsin

He chuckles seeing Tav asleep.

Halsin not so quietly gets into bed with them.

He wakes Tav with the noise he makes.

"You may stay, if you wish. I was just joining you."

Halsin encourages Tav to stay in bed with him to "keep warm".

He wraps his arms around Tav and pulls them against himself.

He buries his face in Tav's back.

Wyll

He is surprised by Tav asleep in his tent.

He pases for a bit, questioning if he should join them or find somewhere else to sleep.

Wyll goes back to the campfire and asks Karlach for advice.

Karlach shoves him into his tent and he lands inches from Tav.

He scoots a bit farther away and grabs a blanket to cover himself.

Wyll tries his best not to touch Tav in fear of waking them.

Tav rolls over and throws their arm over him and he freezes.

Gale

He pulls out an extra cot, blanket, and pillow to sleep on.

Gale pulls up that blanket, and makes sure Tav is fully covered.

He quickly falls asleep starting at them.

He startles awake to Tav laying up against him.

He wraps his arms around then quickly.

Gale combs his fingers through Tav's hair.

He kisses Tav's cheek before going back to sleep.

Karlach

Karlach lays next to Tav.

She keeps her distance in case she burns them.

She brushes her fingers against Tav's hands to get to sleep.

She pulls Tav's blanket over herself.

Karlach pushes Clive next to them, to comfort them if they wake up.

She tries her best to fall asleep, but she likes watching Tav asleep.

When she finally does sleep, she wakes up constantly to make sure she's not hurting them.

Lae'zel

She glares at the person taking her place.

Aggressively gets in next to Tav, waking them up.

"Tchk, you could at least move over."

Tav scoots over and pats the cot next to them.

Lae'zel's mouth turns up just a bit as she slips in next to them.

She resists the urge to push Tav away when they roll over against her back.

She falls asleep with Tav's arm around her.

Shadowheart

She smiles at Tav in her bed.

Shadowheart shakes them awake to ask them to make room.

She moves in as close to Tav as possible.

Her and Tav wrap themselves around each other, cuddling.

They talk for a while.

Shadowheart kisses Tav's nose.

She rests her head on Tav's chest to fall asleep.

Minthara

She glares at Tav.

Minthara aggressively shoves them over.

She lays down next to Tav.

Tav moves over giving Minthara the most room.

She throws her arm over Tav.

She lets them comb out her hair from its bun.

Minthara lays her head on Tav's chest.