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“It was just a dream solider.”

Karlach x GN!Reader

Hurt-comfort

A/N: I love Karlach so much she is such baby girl anyways! I writing this for my soul and other Karlach lovers such as me :) this also takes place after you fix her infernal engine problem.

You and Karlach had been dating for a while now and after dealing with her infernal engine and she wouldn’t turn you to charcoal the second she touched you she loved being able to hold you. Holding your hand, giving you a simple hug, kissing you, she loves all of them she loves having someone else’s arms around her instead of just her own holding herself. That also came with cuddles at night which was normal and happened almost every night, except for tonight now you were known to have nightmares even before the parasite was in your head, you never really told anyone because most the time it wasn’t to bad. Sometimes though it was night terrors and those would cause you to wake up in a cold sweat, shaking, and looking around with your eyes filled with fear and worry for your own safety. Sadly tonight was one of these nights, you were peacefully sleeping in Karlach’s muscular arms feeling her body heat, when your dream suddenly did a transition to a nightmare your worst fears all surrounding you, tormenting you.

You woke up shaking and in a cold sweat this caused you to find comfort in your sleeping girlfriend, you cuddled closer, holding on to her tighter this woke Karlach up enough to feel you shaking.

“Solider?” She looked down a bit to see your face and saw the panic in your eyes.

“Mhm.”

“What happened solider? You need me to kick some asses?”

This caused you to chuckle at your girlfriend’s antics “No it’s fine it was just a nightmare scared me.”

“Ah! don’t worry solider you’re safe with me!” She hugged you from the position your were in which was undoubtedly comforting.

This made you smile and at least feel safe enough knowing you had someone to protect you if something did happen. You closed you eyes to go back into your peaceful slumber, the warmth of her body also bringing a source of comfort to you. You feel asleep not long after sleeping peacefully the rest of the night with Karlach by your side as it would stay. You knew the next morning you would wake up to a hyper Karlach ready to start whatever adventure came that day on your journey to get rid of the tadpoles in your heads. That could wait till the morning though right now you were enjoying peaceful sleep with no nightmares.

How would Astarion, Gale, Lae'zel and Karlach (separately) react if they witnessed someone random insulting Tav and her only ignoring the offender? As if, no comeback, no fight, just 100% pretending not to hear anything.

Hehehe we love some protectiveness from our dearies don't we?

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Karlach:

The marketplace was alive with activity, the sounds of vendors shouting their wares and children laughing as they ran through the stalls. You and Karlach strolled through the bustling crowd, her large frame a comforting presence by your side as she slung an arm around your shoulders. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the scene.

As you admired a display of colorful fabrics, a gruff voice cut through the pleasant atmosphere. "Look at her, thinking she belongs here. Pathetic."

You felt a flush of embarrassment but chose to ignore the insult, keeping your attention on the fabrics. Karlach, however, immediately bristled, her temper flaring up.

"Oi!" she barked, her voice commanding and loud enough to make several heads turn. "You got a problem with her?"

The offender, a scruffy-looking man with a sneer on his face, shrugged nonchalantly. "Just calling it like I see it."

Karlach stepped forward, her eyes blazing with anger. "And what you should see is a beautiful woman who has more strength in her little finger than you do in your entire body," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "Buddy, you don't know who you're dealing with."

The man took a step back, intimidated by Karlach's fierce demeanor and the flames flickering from her skin.

"I didn't mean anything by it," he muttered, suddenly looking very small.

"Apologize," Karlach demanded, crossing her arms over her chest, her muscles bulging. You couldn't help but smile at her.

The man mumbled a quick apology before scurrying away, his tail between his legs. Karlach turned back to you, her expression softening as she saw the tension in your shoulders.

"You okay, love?" she asked, her voice gentle now.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Thank you, Karlach. You didn't have to do that."

She grinned, wrapping an arm back around your shoulders and pulling you close. "Of course I did. No one gets to talk to my girl like that."

You leaned into her, feeling a rush of warmth and gratitude. "I'm lucky to have you."

"Damn right you are," she replied with a wink. "Now, let's get you something nice. I think you deserve a treat after that nonsense."

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Lae'zel:

The training grounds were buzzing with the sounds of warriors honing their skills, metal clashing against metal, and the grunts of exertion filling the air. You and Lae'zel were making your way through the camp, her presence a beacon of strength and determination. You walked beside her, your head held high despite the stern glares of the githyanki warriors around you.

As you passed a particularly burly githyanki soldier, he spat out a venomous insult, his voice dripping with disdain. "Look at her, pretending to be a warrior. She's nothing but a weakling."

You felt the sting of his words but chose to ignore him, your gaze fixed straight ahead. Lae'zel, however, stopped in her tracks, her eyes narrowing as she turned to face the offender.

"Repeat that," she demanded, her voice a low, dangerous growl.

The soldier sneered, clearly not intimidated. "You heard me. She's nothing."

Lae'zel's hand moved to the hilt of her sword, her posture radiating lethal intent. "You dare insult one under my protection? You question my judgment?" Her voice was like ice, each word cutting through the air.

The soldier faltered, realizing too late the gravity of his mistake. "I-I didn't mean—"

"You will apologize," Lae'zel interrupted, her eyes blazing with fury. "Or I will make an example of you."

The soldier, now visibly shaken, muttered a hasty apology, his bravado evaporating under Lae'zel's fierce glare. Satisfied, she turned back to you, her expression softening slightly. You offered her a shy smile in response.

"You should not have to endure such disrespect," she said, her voice still tinged with anger. "Do not think that ignoring them means you are weak. You have more strength than they could ever understand."

You nodded, appreciating her fierce protection. "Thank you, Lae'zel."

She placed a hand on your shoulder, a rare gesture of affection. "Come. We have training to do."

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Gale:

The evening sun bathed the city streets in a warm, golden light as you and Gale made your way through the bustling crowds. The smell of fresh bread and spices filled the air, and the chatter of people enjoying the end of the day created a lively atmosphere. Gale walked beside you, his hand occasionally brushing against yours, his eyes bright with the simple joy of your company.

As you passed a group of townsfolk, one of them, a burly man with a sneer permanently etched on his face, called out, "Look at her, all dressed up like she thinks she's something special. Pathetic."

You felt the brunt of the words hitting your insecurities but you chose to ignore them, focusing instead on a nearby stall displaying the most beautiful tapestries. Gale, however, immediately noticed the insult and the way you pretended not to hear it. His expression darkened, and he turned to face the offender, his posture tense but controlled.

"Excuse me," Gale began, his voice calm but laced with an edge. "I believe an apology is in order."

The man looked taken aback, his sneer faltering as he met Gale's intense gaze. "What? I didn't say anything to you."

"No, but you insulted her," Gale replied, his tone unyielding. "And that is unacceptable."

The man glanced at you, then back at Gale, clearly considering his options. Gale took a step closer, his presence commanding and his eyes blazing with quiet fury. His hands crackling with untamed magic. "Apologize. Now."

The man muttered something under his breath, barely audible, before turning away and disappearing into the crowd. Gale watched him go, his jaw clenched, before turning back to you.

"Are you all right?" he asked softly, his hand finding yours and raising it to his lips, giving it a small peck

"I'm fine, Gale. Thank you." You chuckle, you quite liked this side of Gale, but you couldn't give that away so easily, not if you wanted to experience the fullness of this side of your lover.

He sighed, his expression softening. "I can't stand by and let anyone treat you that way," he said, his voice filled with genuine concern. "You deserve better than their petty insults."

You leaned into him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I know. And I appreciate you standing up for me."

Gale smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist as the two of you continued your walk.

"Always," he promised, his tone warm and loving. You couldn't help but notice the way the tips of his fingers pressed to you so forcefully and it made you smile. Oh yes, this would have to happen more often.

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Astarion:

The bustling market was alive with the sounds of merchants hawking their wares and customers haggling over prices. You and Astarion strolled through the crowd, his arm casually draped over your shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips as he whispered witty remarks about the various stalls and their goods.

You stopped to admire a table of finely crafted jewelry, a stranger's voice cut through the din, sharp and disdainful.

"Look at her, the harlot," the woman sneered, her words dripping with contempt. "As if she doesn't get enough gifts from her gentleman callers."

You stiffened slightly but chose to ignore the insult, your gaze remaining fixed on the jewelry, it was rather beautiful. Astarion's arm tightened around you, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the offender. He could feel the tension in your body and the effort it took to ignore the woman's words.Astarion stepped forward, placing himself between you and the stranger.

"Excuse me?" he said, his voice dangerously calm. "Care to repeat that?"

The woman faltered, taken aback by Astarion's sudden challenge. "Oh, I-I just said—"

"I heard what you said, hag" Astarion interrupted, his tone icy. "But I think you should reconsider your choice of words."

The woman's bravado crumbled under Astarion's piercing gaze. He took a step back, muttering something unintelligible before scurrying away. Astarion watched him go, his expression one of cold satisfaction.

Turning back to you, Astarion's demeanor softened. "Are you all right, my darling?" he cooed, gently cupping your face.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Thank you, dearest But you know you didn't have to."

He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "Of course I did," he murmured. "Now I believe in fairytales such valiance is rewarded with a kiss."

You sighed and rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a kiss by the lapels of his jacket, knowing that the woman was watching you. Perhaps that's why you chose to deepen the kiss, putting on a show for her. She clearly needed something in her life.

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Hope y'all enjoyed it - Seluney xox

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"Reactions To A Shy Reader Confessing" ᐤ Fluff

hii! i'd like to request a one shot, if this prompt is interesting to you: when tav (he/him) romances karlach, there's a period before they can get her engine under control and they can finally touch. i feel like they would still get intimate before that--maybe with some mutual masturbation and heavy dirty talk?

thank you!

Of course this prompt is interesting to me!!!! I am a whore!!!!!

✧ ೃ༄ੈ✩ Touch | Karlach + Tav/Reader

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“Being with Karlach is not… easy. 

There’s a mutual understanding between the two of you; you’ve never said it out loud, and you probably never will, but you think you’re both on the same page: top priority – arguably even above removing the tadpoles – is fixing her engine as quickly as possible so you can finally get the relief you both crave so desperately.”

alternatively: you and karlach sneak off into the woods to do naughty stuff that involves a lot of words and a magical hand 🥴

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✧･ﾟ: ✧ story is told in the second person POV.

✧･ﾟ: ✧ tav/reader is referred to with he/him pronouns and has male genitals.

✧･ﾟ: ✧ tav/reader is never referred to by name and y/n is never used.

✧･ﾟ: ✧ tav/reader appearance is not described. just his pp briefly.

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i am still taking fic requests! don't be scared to shoot me an ask <3

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Being with Karlach is not… easy. 

It’s not her fault, of course, the relationship you have with her is wonderful, but you can’t help the desperation you feel just being around her. It’s only made worse by the fact that you can’t fucking touch her.

There’s a mutual understanding between the two of you. You’ve never said it out loud and you probably never will, but you think you’re both on the same page: top priority – arguably even above removing the tadpoles – is fixing her engine as quickly as possible so you can finally get the relief you both crave so desperately.

You’re not actively thinking of this when Karlach approaches you, but it does cross your mind briefly as you look up at her from your position on the ground.

“Hey, soldier,” she says, the affection in her voice heavy, “What are you up to?”

You can’t help but admire the way she looks from this angle. The sharp, toned curves of her body are accentuated by the moonlight shining bright behind her, the ends of her dark hair barely tracing the lines of her shoulders, her arms crossed against her chest, which is glowing a soft red. You smile widely up at her.

You hold up the metal piece of armor in your hand, along with the damp rag you’ve been using to clean it, and Karlach lets out a small, “oh,” before sitting down on the ground next to you. She’s as close as she can be without touching you, so much so that you can feel the warmth radiating off of her arm and onto yours, causing your skin to tingle.

You do your best to push away the unhelpful thoughts fighting their way to your attention.

“You wanna talk?” You ask, sitting down the armor and turning yourself to face the tiefling. She smiles, nodding her head and crossing her legs. You admire the way the muscles in her arms tense as she leans back on her hands.

Now really isn’t the time, you think, and you force your eyes upwards.

You sit there, in silence, for a moment just watching the way Karlach’s chest rises and falls as she looks up at the sky. It’s a humid night, and you can see the slight glisten on the skin of her neck from the sweat. You feel yourself twitch in your pants.

Fuck.

“Do you think if I asked Gale nicely he’d do that thing again?” You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the question, and you furrow your brows in confusion.

“Thing?” You ask, “what thing?”

“The thing he did with the sky. Where he made it all wavy and colorful.” She keeps speaking, but your attention is placed firmly on the strap of her sleep shirt and where it meets her collarbone, dipping against the skin, a dull red glow showing through it. Your eyes travel along the bend of her sternum, down her stomach, tracing each and every individual indent and line.

You feel a heat build up in your stomach, and it pools for a moment before it travels downwards to your cock. Your breath catches in your throat.

It barely registers when Karlach stops speaking. You’re too focused on the exposed crease of her thigh, the way the meat of them spread against the dirt beneath her, skin deep red and fucking flawless.

You’re straining against the soft fabric of your pants, and you can feel the redness in your face making its way down your neck. Your hands itch with the urge to reach out and grab, to run your hands all over her and feel the heat of her skin against your palms. You stay completely still, fingers twitching at the thought. 

Your eyes flick up to meet hers, and there’s something different manifesting in them now. You have no idea how long the silence has been surrounding you, but it’s obvious by the look she’s giving you that she knows exactly what kind of depraved thoughts are making themselves at home in your brain right now.

You and Karlach have spoken about sex a couple of times before. Nothing in depth, but wishful conversations in one of your tents, discussing each other's likes and dislikes, what each of you were into, what you were absolutely not into. You’d had the occasional teasing while out adventuring – a stray comment with a little too much seriousness behind it, or a look after battle that made you feel like prey in the eyes of a predator – but you never actually did anything about it.

“Fuck,” she says, shifting against the ground uncomfortably, “if you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do something stupid.”

You let out a dry laugh at the comment, eyes still trained on hers, and an idea flashes across your mind. It’s not well thought or considered, you’ve never done anything like it before, and you’d probably even be embarrassed at the idea if you weren’t so overwhelmed with your need for something right now.

“What if,” you start, voice soft and all breath, “what if we tried something?”

Karlach’s brows furrow, “we can’t, I’ll burn you-”

“No, I mean,” you lean closer to her, so close you can practically feel the hairs on her arm brushing against your skin, “what if we, um, touched ourselves…together?”

You wince at the inelegance of the sentence, but the look that spreads across Karlach’s face wipes away any and all doubts that may have been inhabiting your mind. Her eyes are wide, her pupils blown so wide you can barely see their usual orange glow, and the skin on her cheeks is tinted a dark red, a color that travels all the way up to the pointed tips of her ears.

She bites her lip, her eyes flickering up and down the length of your body. Her hands are fisted in the dirt beneath her, and her chest is heaving as she breathes. 

“Yeah,” her voice is quiet, but you can feel the excitement dripping off her words, “yeah, okay.”

You smile wide, teeth scraping against the soft skin of your bottom lip as you pull yourself up onto your feet. You instinctively hold your hand out to Karlach, offering to help her up, and she rolls her eyes, a humorous smile spreading across her face. 

She pushes herself up into a standing position, and motions towards you, “lead the way, soldier.”

You can barely stop yourself from straight up running into the nearby forest, your excitement pounding in your chest – and pulsating in your pants. The feeling is uncomfortable, but you push through knowing that relief is right around the corner.

You lead Karlach into the forest, weaving your way between the dense trees until you come to a clearing.

It’s very dark, the only light coming from the moon shining through the leaves above you. You turn and face Karlach, and chest illuminates the area surrounding her. She looks ecstatic, her face plastered with a large smile, her body nearly bouncing with the excitement running through her. 

You approach her slowly, pushing yourself as close to her body as you can without touching, and you ghost your hand over the exposed skin of her arm. Karlach watches your hand intently, following it up along the curve of her shoulder. 

“Gods, I wish I could touch you,” your voice is desperate, a mix of pure lust and just a tinge of sadness. She smiles up at you, eyes shimmering against the blue hue of the moon.

“Shut up,” she says, voice joking – though, you can see the same desperation mirrored in her eyes. She takes a step back and begins unlacing her sleep shirt slowly, “take your clothes off.”

You snap back into reality and immediately do as you’re told, pulling off your shirt and pants rather clumsily before staring back at Karlach.

She really is fucking beautiful, you think as your eyes scan over her naked body. Karlach is all curve and muscle, her stomach flat and taut, her thighs thick, her arms toned. Her breasts fall in the perfect way against her torso, full and round and the perfect size for her. 

You let out a shaky breath at the sight, overwhelmed at the feeling that’s settling in the core of your stomach. Your cock twitches underneath your underwear, and, at this point, it’s almost painful how hard you are. All of the thoughts flowing in your head, the sight of Karlach naked in front of you, the promise of what’s to come; it’s almost too much. You feel like you’re going to explode.

You push down your underwear, your cock springing up, relieved to finally be free of its restraints, and you kick them off into the pile of clothes next to you. Karlach makes an audible noise that sends shockwaves through you at the sight of you completely exposed.

Karlach sits herself down on the forest floor, spreading her legs open – dear Gods, you’re going to have a heart attack – and patting the space between them, beckoning for you to join her.

You don’t hesitate, rushing over and falling to your knees between her legs. You can see how wet she is, the moisture reflecting the moonlight, and you can’t help the deep desire you have to just shove your dick in her and make her feel as good as possible, burns be damned. She deserves it.

You don't, though, in favor of keeping the feeling in your member, and instead opt to admire her without touch. 

“You’re so big,” she says, voice deep, words almost unintelligible. She spreads her legs apart wider, hands resting on her lower stomach, as she maintains eye contact with you. Her eyes are lidded, pupils consuming the entirety of her iris’, and her bottom lip is kept firmly between her teeth.

“I bet you would fill me up in the best of ways, lover,” her eyes shut, her head falling back against the ground, and her hair makes a halo around her head as it spreads across the dirt. Some of it gets caught against her horns and brushes across her face in a way that frames it perfectly.

Her voice dances through your ears, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin, and you just can’t help yourself anymore. You reach down, wrapping your hand around your shaft, and begin moving in a slow, oscillating pattern. You exhale, not even realizing that you had been holding your breath, as you begin to build a rhythm.

“Gods, I would,” you stop, catching your breath before restarting, “I would fuck you until you couldn’t think of anything but me.”

Karlach lets out a soft noise, one of her hands moving from its position on her stomach downward. You follow it with your eyes, watching as she begins to rub small circles against her clit, quiet moans building up into something more real as she does so. 

“I’d like to think I’d be slow with it,” you continue, the sight of Karlach pleasuring herself only spurring you on, “I would kiss every inch of your body to make up for when I couldn’t. I would, – fuck – I would taste you until I suffocated.”

Karlach interrupts you with a loud moan, fingers moving faster against the bundle of nerves. Her back arches into her own touch, and her other arm flings up and over her face, hiding her eyes. Your grip around your cock tightens, and the pace of the strokes quicken at the sight. The dark red blush that originally flattered her face has spread down to her chest, speckling her shoulders, and every moment you stare at her just urges you closer to touch, touch, touch.

“I couldn’t control myself, though,” your voice is rough, more of a groan than anything, words slurring together, “I’d probably just fuck into you the first chance I got, have you screaming on my cock, begging for more and more of me until you just couldn’t take it anymore.”

Karlach is completely blissed out beneath you, hand jutting clumsily back and forth against herself, her other balled in a tight fist near her head. You can tell, quite obviously, that she is really enjoying this. She’s breathing heavily, moaning and gasping, her muscles in her legs and stomach flexed tight.

A thought crosses your mind, and it catches you so off guard that you let out a sudden, loud laugh. The idea is silly, sure, but something about it causes the pleasure in your stomach to build.

You could make Karlach feel good.

Karlach’s arm moves from over her eyes, her hand faltering a bit as she looks up at you, confused at the sudden noise. You give her a large smile, removing your hand from your dick and focusing your intent for a moment, eyes shut, before a life-sized blue hand manifests in-between the two of you.

Karlach’s mouth falls open in realization, her hand stopping completely. She stares for a moment, dumbstruck, before opening her mouth to speak. Before she can get a single word out, you will the hand towards her, its fingers gently caressing the inner portion of her thigh.

The wind is knocked out of her at this, and she lets out a desperate sound at the sudden touch. You can’t help the self-assured smirk that settles on your face as you move the hand in, brushing it’s fingers against hers before pressing two of it’s fingertips teasingly against her entrance.

Her whole body burns red.

“Would you like that, sweetheart?” Your hand finds its way back to your cock, tugging in slow strokes. You let your body fall forward, putting your weight on your free hand as you hover close over Karlach, careful not to touch her. Your face is so close to hers, you can feel the heat emanating from her skin, and it sends shivers down your spine.

Karlach’s hand resumes rubbing small, rough circles against her clit, her eyes locked. 

“Would you like being so full of me you can’t think of anything else?” You can feel the heat building in your stomach as you listen and watch the pleasure completely take over your lover, climbing towards your climax abruptly. You do your best to hold back, and the hand pushes its fingers inside of Karlach. Her eyes fall shut and her head tips back, mouth hanging open at the feeling.

The fingers begin a slow pace, pumping in and out of her, causing her to arch further upward. Her hand quickens its assault against her core, and her breath hastens, blowing warm against your face. The fingers speed up inside her, curling upwards against a spot that makes her practically purr beneath you, and you can feel your climax approaching rapidly.

You take in the sight, the animalistic nature of Karlach completely enraptured by pleasure beneath you, her body shaking. You look down, between the two of you, and you admire the glowing, blue hand fucking into her relentlessly, her body pressing down to meet it’s thrusts, and you just can’t take it anymore.

You nearly burst apart as you cum, your arm trembling under the weight of your body, and your seed shooting across the plane of Karlach’s stomach up onto her chest. The mage hand falters a bit inside her at the lack of concentration, and she pouts, a deep whine resonating in her chest. You quickly resume the persistent rhythm, your eyes flickering back up to watch her face as it twists with pleasure.

Every moan that falls out of her mouth is more intense than the last, every thrust bringing her closer and closer to her peak. Her eyes are screwed shut, her brows furrowed deeply, her mouth hanging slightly open, and you are just in awe. Everything about her is calling to you: the way she looks, her sounds, her heat.

She opens her eyes and looks at you, a desperate “don’t you dare fucking stop,” falls from her mouth, muddled between moans and sharp breaths. She’s close, you can tell by the way she’s breathing, by the way her hand clumsily slides against her soaking wet crux, desperate for relief.

You don’t know what comes over you, maybe your brain is completely clouded by the ethereal sight beneath you, or maybe it’s the weeks of desperation that have built up finally overflowing, but you lean in, pressing your lips against Karlach’s intensely as she reaches her apex.

Her lips burn against yours, but you can’t bring yourself to pull away, relishing in the feeling of finally – fucking finally – being able to kiss her properly. The kiss is sloppy, the way your tongue slides against hers is messy and awkward, but you don’t even care. She cries into your mouth as she comes, the fire in her chest the brightest you’ve ever seen it, and you concentrate as well as you can on stopping the motions of the mage hand.

You stay there for a moment, Karlach breathing heavily against you, mouths pressed together in a perfect moment that’s been a long time coming. You want to hold her, to reach out and feel every part of her against the palms of your hands, but before you can commit to it, she pushes at your shoulder, the fire burning into your skin.

You pull away, immediately feeling the aching burn in your lips, and sit back on your knees. Karlach’s chest is rising and falling heavily, and despite the pain, you take a moment to fully appreciate how utterly fucked out she looks.

“That was,” her voice is barely a whisper, “really good. The ending was stupid on your part but… fuck. Thank you.” 

She smiles up at you, wide and happy, her eyes full of affection.

Your heart skips a beat.

This woman is going to kill you.

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I am currently looking for beta readers and editors for my fics! i cannot pay you for this job, but i can give u access to my super cool discord server - full of BG3 and DND nerds - where you will get the coveted "buzz's beta" role. please, shawty, i'm desperate!

if you are interested in doing this please shoot me a message, either here or over on discord (username: buzzbey#4141 [case sensitive!]).

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Ayyyy my anon ask! *Kiss of perfection*

Recently started play BG3, only on act 2 right now lol. I found your blog because this shit is my current hyper fixation and I love your writing. I was wondering if you could write how the BG3 cast would react to Tav haveing hanahaki disease.

Love you're writing!

Astarion

Oh, when he notices, he feels an odd lurch in his chest.

You’re in love with someone? Who? It had better be him, he’s put effort into seducing you.

When he works out that he’s the object of your desire he’s over the moon! And then… ah. But it is a disease after all.

A lot of intense emotions flow through him. Of course he loves you, he’d be a fool not to. But can he admit that to you? Open his heart enough to let you in?

He sees you hacking up blood red roses and thinks, gods, if a few simple words are all this will take to solve it, why wouldn’t he?

He sits down next to you as you wipe your mouth, all awkward angles and longing gazes. Not his usual suave self at all. You go to ask him what’s wrong, and he blurts out that he loves you like he’s under duress.

You blink, amazed if slightly mortified by his tone, but then your lips curl into a smile. When you kiss him your mouth tastes of rosewater. Never does another petal pass your lips, and never does Astarion regret his confession.

Gale

When he sees you bringing up Sussur petals, he panics. It’s affecting your magic after all. Slowing your spells and causing lethargy in your casting.

He throws himself into research. Night and day he’s in his books looking for a cure. He rarely sleeps any more. Not until he comes up with a solution for you.

You’re getting worse and he’s being driven mad by it. If he could find out who you love he could help, but he simply has no idea…

Silly wizard has no idea the solution is right under his nose. Always has been. Because of course he loves you too, wants nothing more than to hold you and have you as his.

It takes the rest of the camp pointing it out to him before he realises, and doesn’t know how he could be so dense… but he knows he’s the luckiest man in the world if you love him.

He confesses in the middle of your coughing fit. The petals stop immediately. He would seal the look of adoration you give him into his heart forever.

No more Sussur. No more problems. Just joy.

Wyll

He’s seen this a dozen times in his youth. Time and time again people have perished from their courtly love in a flurry of flowers.

When he sees it happening with you? Oh, he knows immediately what is happening.

Doesn’t believe you’d be in love with him… but then he sees the loving looks you give him, the softness in your eyes. It clicks into place rather quickly.

And when he realises, you best bet he’s making a move to cure you.

An immediate embrace. A kiss where he tastes the petals on your lips. Your eyes are wide, but your throat is clear.

“I love you,” he states, no hesitations, just facts. There will be time for great romance later, but right now he just needs to make sure you’re safe.

When he’s certain your condition is cleared, no more coughing, he embraces you long and lovingly. Tells you what you mean to him. And when you plan your wedding… there will be no flowers.

Karlach

Panics when she finds you coughing petals. She might have been in Avernus for the past decade, but she knows hanahaki when she sees it.

Corners you one night and begs you to tell her who you’ve fallen for. She’ll help you confess!! After all, how could anyone not feel the same about you? Anything is better than this, this purgatory of petals where love is being kept secret.

Your smile is wobbly when you tell her there might be a time span on this person’s love. She thinks, oh, Gale? Because of the orb?

It takes a moment for things to fall into place. The way you look at her. Like she hung the stars.

“Oh, fuck. It’s me isn’t it?”

You go to leave, she grabs you and holds you back. Pulls you into a kiss. Only stops to tell you that she loves you. Goes right back to kissing.

It’s then she decides not to die. To find a way to live with you, even if it means returning to hell. How could she abandon you, when you love her so much?

Lae’zel

She is so utterly confused when you start hacking up petals. Is it a disease? Some sign of weakness? It is certainly nothing that a gith has ever experienced, nor would fall foul of. They are too strong.

Lae’zel mocks you at first, like she mocks everything, but it’s in order to hide how much seeing you suffer hurts her. She is a fool to have affections for someone so weak.

… isn’t she?

One night she corners Gale (quite intimidatingly) and gets him to inform her of your condition. He tells her all about hanahaki, and she says she must find out who you are in love with and get them to return your affections.

Gale blinks. “Lae’zel… it’s you.”

Oh.

It takes her a moment to digest this. She leaves Gale abruptly (“goodbye then?”), finds you, and drags you to privacy.

“I have been told to cure your disease you need a confession of love. This is my confession.”

The petals do not stop as you cough. With a small smile, a little smug, you tell her she has to be more specific. She huffs and you laugh.

She tells you she loves you in every language she knows. It works.

Shadowheart

The most perceptive of the bunch, Shadowheart knows you are in love with her from the moment you cough up Night Orchid petals.

It’s not subtle that you’re sweet on her. But she doesn’t say anything in return - she’s a sharran, after all, and doesn’t know how you fit with her future of being a dark justiciar.

And then… she finds selûne, and it changes. All of it. Especially her view of you. She can open her heart without fear now and she wants to welcome you in it.

She takes you aside one night. Sets up dinner. A bottle of the wine you shared on that first night by the cliff. Takes your hand and tells you she loves you, as easily as if she’s commenting on the weather.

You stop coughing. The petals cease. Your face lights up. She knows she wouldn’t change this for the world.

Everyone in the camp is ready to fight for the right to go to bed next to you. Hugging your warm body in sleep and listening to your breath. They have fights every damn night. You're so tired of all of them. You just fall asleep, cuddling comfortably with the Owlbear and Scratch while the idiots quarrel

Druids are the most cunning in the camp. They often turn into animals. You can't resist cuddling their cute little faces. They get nose kisses and ear scratches. Sometimes you let them sleep next to you. Everyone else in the camp looks with envy at the arrogant predators who are constantly taking you away.

(Gale will not give up until he has turned over all the libraries of the world in search of a potion or spell that turns a person into an animal. Perhaps he will forget to find a way to get back in advance. But as long as you scratch his cat ears, he won't complain )