Chapter 2 – Tav
I have such a headache.
It pounds against his skull like a hatchlighg breaking out of an eggshell. The world is distant and muted, bleached to near-nothingness by the cursed sun, and Tav walks around it as if through a strange dream where every heartbeat is ringing agony.
In the dream, his pale friend offers a hand to help him back on his feet. His pale friend who almost cut his throat open, thinking him an enemy. His pale friend who, it turns out, is not a vampire; he cannot be. His pale friend who got snatched by the mind flayers because of him. Or was it the other way around?
Oh, I can’t think.
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Chapter 1 – Astarion
What a fool he was. He thought… he thought he’d seen “his friend” disintegrate when one of the tentacles touched him. But it must have been trickery. Because here he is, this “Talven” or whatever his real name is, running around the bowels of the mind flayer ship like he owns the place, opening pods and operating all sorts of alien machinery, complete with a pair of well-armed friends and one of those brain things following suite.
Astarion should’ve known better than to meddle with a sorcerer, and a drow to boot. Talven must’ve used a spell to charm him, the bastard. Seduce him, and lure him here, as food for his Ilithid masters! Hmpf. If he weren’t furious, he might laugh at the irony. And to think, he was about to let him go! Because Talven had been so sweet. Astarion cried out in genuine anguish, thinking him dead. Not to mention the other genuine feelings he’d had while Talven held him. Ugh. He should’ve known that nothing that good could possibly be true. Gods, he feels sick.
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The fic is spicy too! It belongs to the same verse as A Godsdamn Kraken, set after the tiefling party in late Act 1.
“Surely you don’t expect me to apologize,” Astarion goes on after a minute. “It was only a joke, but even if it wasn’t. Having a few romps—as pleasurable as they were—hardly makes you entitled. And jealousy is such an unattractive trait.” He huffs through his nose. “I regret I asked. Nothing good ever comes from trying to be nice.”
“Nice?” Tav laughs despite the lump in his throat. “You just called me stupid and unattractive.”
“Don’t twist my words, darling. You’re not very good at it.”
Or, Tav gets insecure and Astarion reassures him the only way he knows. Act 1, post tiefling party.
Read the story here, or on AO3.
Happy Valentine’s! 💞
CONTENT WARNING
This story includes explicit depictions of sex between two male characters. It is intended for adult audiences only.
Tav wakes cramped and disoriented to the sound of rushing water. It takes him a few bleary moments to remember they finally moved camp from the woodlands by the river to the ruins near the monastery. Disconnected memories, nightmarish, rifle through his thoughts. Lae’zel and Shadowheart at each other’s throats. The Weave pulsing around Gale like a blister about to burst. Karlach, breathless, clutching her chest.
The only good one, where Astarion fell asleep on his shoulder, was sadly just a dream.
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I finally polished and posted one of my many handwritten ficlets for BG3, and it turned into quite the story!
It’s a prequel to the game, where Astarion and Tav meet in the city and have a wild adventure together. Of course, they end up kissing. 💞
Read it here, or on AO3!
I already created a series for it on AO3, titled Danse Macabre, where I hope to post more works in this verse in not too distant a future. Please comment, like and subscribe!
Chapter 3
They sprinted down the boulevard that had brought them to the Sleeping Giant in the first place, leaving a trail of disgruntled passersby. There hadn’t been time to fasten the waist strap of Tav’s pack and in consequence, all his belongings, including the golden dildo, swayed dangerously from side to side as he ran, breathless, on the heels of his light-footed friend.
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