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Every summer, the business moguls colloquially known as the Dead Three take themselves and their 'families' to holiday at a private resort in the name of business. And every year, it goes better for some more than others. General Audiences / 6.7k Words

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Upon proofreading this fic a bajillion times I’m realising I lean so much into Gortash’s taunting, almost (but not really) silly side. When he’s just being kind of rude and condescending and its clearly amusing to him and probably nobody else

Maybe I’m accidentally making him ooc lol

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Gortash‘s game

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Lord Enver Gortash.

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oh no what a shame the fic im keeping up with just updated oh no looks like i have to postpone my own writing to read it oh no what a shame

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Let’s play a fun game called When Exactly Did Orin Find Out That Durge Was Alive and How Long Did She/Ketheric Decide Not To Tell Gortash For

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Do not come to my town.

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Can't sleep, and it's 01:30 on 1st or June so might as well post this now. Planned back in my bg3 phase and managed to actually finish it as well. No way!!!

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Try make Durge and Orin have an argument without Durge sounding misogynistic challenge

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a gortash who remains outwardly unfazed when orin shows up to the next absolute plot meeting saying she's killed durge and speaks for the temple of bhaal now, but who goes home afterwards and falls apart just a little that night. he's back to normal the next day, but for that night he mourns deeply, even if he never sheds a single tear.

a gortash who, until durge shows up at his coronation, dreams of them ever night- of them returning, miraculously alive and unharmed, of past nights and days spent together, of things he wished he'd said, thing he wished they'd said.

a gortash, so utterly deep into an inherently doomed love that he can't escape thoughts of the dark urge, even in his sleep.

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I swear I’m still alive btw I’m just locking in (and slowly) writing this au lol

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Auntie Ethel 👁

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hehe 500ish of the words ive written today. i love making the dead three's chosen act so catty toward eachother

They both watched as the final car in the procession slowed to a halt, the thick tyres crunching against loose gravel. The back door opened, and out stepped an older man with slicked grey hair, dog-tired eyes, and a crisp navy suit.

“God, he looks terrible.” Enver barely managed to contain his snicker.

“Chasing after a daughter that doesn’t want you will do that. I’m surprised he’s still standing.” Kaidos stood upright and turned toward the balcony doors. “Come on, I suppose we’ll have to greet him sooner or later.”

Enver followed after. He adjusted the sleeves on his linen shirt as he followed Kaidos through the cool bedroom and out into the well-lit hallways. He had to walk quite briskly to keep pace with his partner whose face, upon hearing all of the chatter coming from the entrance foyer, started to twist into a frown more and more.

“Are you going to be pulling that face for the next fortnight?”

“Only when necessary.” Kaidos groaned as they reached the end of the hallway, revealing just how many lackeys Mr.Myrkul had brought within his cabal. “God, I don’t want to see any of them.” 

Enver simply clapped a hand on his shoulder. “It will only take a minute. It’s not like he ever wants to talk anyway.” He stepped past Kaidos and took the lead down the marble staircase. 

“Ketheric! A pleasure to see you, General.” Enver was all fake smiles and warm welcomes within an instant. He crossed the lobby floor and offered his right hand to the man.

“Hello, Mr. Gortash.” Ketheric’s face soured as he watched the pair approach him but he still took Enver’s hand to shake it formally. “Escaris.” His eyes glanced over to acknowledge the taller man too.

“Thorm.” Kaidos responded with a tone as equally flat and unwilling.

“This suit looks wonderful on you, by the way. I don’t believe I’ve seen it before.” Enver pulled his hand back as he looked Ketheric up and down. “A new summer collection?”

Ketheric ignored the question entirely. “When did you both arrive?”

“Oh, I arrived earlier this morning, and his lot already spent the night here.”

“And you’re all still alive?” Ketheric rose a taunting brow despite his flat tone.

Kaidos scowled. “Very funny.” His arms folded across his chest defensively. “You should concern yourself with just making it to dinner rather than joking about my family.” 

The smallest of smiles tugged at the old man’s lips, clearly unphased by the threat.

Enver clasped his hands together, looking between the two men. “Well, we should leave you to getting everything unpacked for now. But you will join us for a drink before dinner, won’t you? We have much to discuss before the entire party is together in one room.”

Ketheric’s expression returned to one of displeasure. “Fine,” he grumbled.

“Wonderful. We’ll send someone once we’re ready.” Enver gave one more polite smile despite the fact Ketheric was already turning away. He rested a hand on Kaidos’ arm, gently pushing to turn him so they could walk out toward the sunroom.

Once they were far enough away, Kaidos muttered as he looked over his shoulder, “I’m going to need a few drinks just to sit down with him again.”

Writers block cured. AU where dead three gods + their chosen (their ‘families’) all summer in a big estate together. I can write them being all bitchy again

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It’s dangerous to go alone! Take this skink-Durge with you!

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Writers block cured. AU where dead three gods + their chosen (their ‘families’) all summer in a big estate together. I can write them being all bitchy again

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I’ve had major writers block for the last couple weeks and it’s pissing me off so bad lmao