Hello y'all, welcome to my BG3 writing blog. I don't wish to share my real name, but you all can call me Cain on here! This blog will mostly be me filling out asks from y'all, but I'm also totally open to chat about anything BG3, like potential AUs, what-if scenarios, and anything else that comes to mind. Just make sure to read the rules before going on, thank you!
RULES
We are for the girls here! This is a blog specifically for WLW and NBLW! Reader will be gender-neutral by default, and can be made female on request, but will NEVER be male. I am also only writing for female characters.
If you think your ask may contain sensitive content, please try to find a way to mark it with a CW. I'll be including CWs in all my posts, but it's still important and appreciated to put that in the ask as well.
I am human, and it may take me a while to get to your ask. If you think I may have missed your request, or would like a progress update, I will gladly answer, but please try to give me some time to get to it first.
If you give me a request while the inbox is closed, it will be thrown out (so no, it will not be first in line when my inbox opens again, that's not how that works).
WHAT I DO:
Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, smut.
Readers of any race and class (and this includes races not listed in BG3, anything from 5e is allowed, for those who know what that means).
Drabbles, scenarios, one-shots, matchups, and possibly a multi-chapter fic if I really like your idea.
I also write character x character, assuming both of those characters are still female (I love my little gaggle of bisexuals).
Werewolves (PLEASE somebody ask me about werewolf Shadowheart), ABO, G!P, and trans female characters (both of the BG3 characters and reader)
Any kind of AU you can imagine (modern AU, godhood AU, mind flayer AU, literally anything).
WHAT I DON'T DO:
Some hardcore kinks, like piss, scat, vomit, age-play, and snuff. I doubt there was a big audience for that anyway, but still. Y'all nasty sometimes. Anything else is pretty much fair game though.
HEAVY angst or major character death (of the character, not the reader). I'm sorry but I'm a big baby and can't write things that are so hopelessly sad. This rule is kinda so-so, so if you have a request, feel free to submit it, but just know that I might not do it.
MALE CHARACTERS AND MALE READER. I know I said that once already but I don't want the Astarion girlies taking over, sorry y'all.
CHARACTER LIST:
Shadowheart
Lae'zel
Karlach
Jaheira
Minthara
Alfira
Dame Aylin and Isobel (only together/poly)
If you have any other characters to request, feel free to ask, this is not a definitive list.
Hi! Could I request a fluff fic where shadowheart takes care of a human ranger Tav with a cold? Thank you!
Sure thing! As it would have it, I'm also down with a cold right now, so sorry about that few days break I just took, but I'll be trying to fill out some requests today.
Contagion
Shadowheart is very observant. More observant than many would give her credit for. So you can bet she notices when you drag yourself out of your tent, adorned with deep, dark eye bags and cold, pale skin — still insisting you're alright. She knows for certain that you're lying, though, when you refuse breakfast. It must take something serious to have your enormous appetite suddenly sated.
Still, despite all her concern, and all of her hushed whispers telling you it's okay to stay back for the day, you are too prideful to admit you don't feel well. She wants to scold you now, and tell you how she knows better, but she refrains. She knows it'll catch up to you before too long.
You were leading the group, as you always do, but now with remarkably low energy. Even Astarion, the most leisurely (and lazy) member of the group, commented on your tiredness. You continue to insist it's fine, until Shadowheart finally has enough.
"Y/n," She calls, beckoning you over to where she walks, towards the end of the group. You slow down to let her catch up, seeming quite eager to be out of everyone's gaze. "You don't seem well. I know I keep saying that but I think you should take a break, you look like you can barely handle another mile."
You give a weak chuckle and try your best to play it off. "What do you mean, I'm doing fine, just a little sleep-deprived. I swear, I-"
Your efforts to convince Shadowheart are all in vain, as shooting hot pain erupts from your stomach, causing you to stop in your tracks and keel over in pain.
Shadowheart is at your side in an instant, taking only a brief moment to scan the area and confirm that your ailment is internal, and not an ambush from deep within the woods.
"Y/n, are you okay?! What hurts?" Shadowheart sputters out, hands already glowing blue as she prepares to cast a healing spell. When she touches her palm to your shoulder, though, the healing energy that dissipates through you seems to do little to quell your discomfort.
By now, most of the group has also stopped, and have concern painted all over their faces. With whatever small amount of pride you have left in this moment, you manage one more, pitiful excuse for a lie.
"I-It's alright, Shadowheart, just a stomach cramp." You try to stand up again through the pain, but Shadowheart has had enough. She puts her hand on your chest and pushes you back down to sit.
"You and your pride," She snarls, with no real malice behind it, "We are going back to camp and to your tent, and I don't want any more complaining about it. You look one small breeze away from collapsing, and that's no way to lead an adventure."
Shadowheart turns to the rest of the group, who are now sharing confused glances. You are their leader after all, and here you are, clearly incapacitated.
"Everyone, I am taking Y/n back to her tent. For now, I think it's best that Wyll leads the charge. I'll be staying behind to watch over Y/n, so try not to get yourselves hurt too terribly."
Before you can protest to going back to camp, Shadowheart picks you up from the ground and throws one of your arms over her shoulder, letting you lean on her for support as you walk back.
At camp, Shadowheart pays little mind to your protests as she lays you down in your bedroll, brewing up some sort of healing tea over the fire, just a few feet away.
You blushed a little in embarrassment, ashamed to be so incapable and needing your girlfriend to care for you.
Shadowheart sets the tea down in front of you and, as if reading your mind, assures you.
"There's no need to be embarrassed, love, sickness happens to everyone. But if you want to be rid of this illness soon, I suggest you actually attempt to rest and take care of yourself." As if to emphasize her point, she nudges the warm, pleasant smelling tea a little closer. You take the hint and drink it, and relief instantly washes over you as the drink soothes your aching throat. After a beat of watching you drink, she continues.
"I was prone to getting sick a lot as a child, especially since Baldur's Gate is always running wild with diseases. The Mother Superior would often make me this brew to help me get better. I used to hate feeling so babied, but sometimes, you just have to step back and let your loved ones help you." She trails off, looking longingly in the distance. She always had a tricky relationship with the Mother Superior, but this memory seemed fond to her. You break her out of her thoughts when you return the empty mug to her, and she smiles gratefully.
"Good?" She smiles, amused at how quick you finished off the cup, and you give her a quick nod. "Want more?" She asks, pointing her head towards the still full pot. You nod eagerly and she chuckles. "I'm glad you like it."
You take the second cup a little slower than the first, and start to feel all your tiredness catch up to you at once. Shadowheart sits beside your bedroll, one hand holding open a book, and the other tangled up in your hair. The soothing feeling of her scratching your scalp has your muscles relaxing, breathing evening out, and eyes slipping closed.
Just as sleep is about to take you, Shadowheart retracts her hand, and you respond with only the most pitiful of whines, too feverish to be embarrassed by now.
"I know you're tired, love, and I'll let you sleep, but before that..." She trails off, standing up and holding out her hand to lead you somewhere. You manage to pull your aching body out of bed and follow her, hand in hand, to a small clearing in the woods.
In the center of the clearing is a small pond, with crystal clear water and just enough space for two people to wade in.
"You know how attractive I find you after a long, hard day of battle, but right now, you need a wash." She smiles, already stripping off her clothing. You fight off your blush and start to strip down as well, taking a dip in the pond water. It's warmer than you expected, and you feel yourself melting into its comfort.
Shadowheart joins you just after, bringing in a small bar of soap in with her. You lean back against her and let her carefully wash you, taking extra care to get your hair nice and clean. The whole feeling of it all — the warm water, the quiet scenery, and Shadowheart's gentle touch — have sleep approaching quicker than you can stop it.
Shadowheart is only halfway done with washing you when she catches the sound of soft snoring. Instead of waking you, though, she only smiles and keeps going. She supposes you need this rest, and she doesn't have the heart to stop you.
Truthfully, Shadowheart could've probably fixed this back there on the road with a lesser restoration spell, without any of the need to take you back to camp. But, an opportunity presented itself, and Shadowheart knew she couldn't pass up the chance to pamper you. After all your adventuring and looking out for people as their leader, you needed someone to look after you too sometimes. And Shadowheart would fill that role any day, for her love.
Hello, welcome to this very interesting community. I hope you have a good time consuming and writing.
So, I would really like hurt/comfort with Shadowheart. Basically, Shadowheart would be feeling insecure about herself, what she can give to others, who she is. And Tav comforts her, while allowing some vulnerability as well. It's supposed to be sappy.
And uh...Tav is sort of a female elv knight, I guess? Sorry, hope it's not too vague.
Oh, don't worry, this isn't vague at all. I'm used to writing based on not a lot of detail, so this is a plenty, actually!
When God's Favors Run Out
Adventuring is hard on everyone, and in a multitude of ways. The wounds of battle, while they may be healed, still sting when they are inflicted, and the heartbreak of seeing everyone around you in pain is just as harmful.
That stress is always amplified when you are the sole party healer. Everyone relies on you to keep the party safe and healthy, all while still having to take care of yourself. It can be hard, especially on long days with little break time.
Today is particularly tough, as the party is between towns at the moment, with little along the way being suitable for a camp. However, according to your strangely accurate sense of direction, the next town is only a few miles ahead. Considering that they had been walking since sunrise, and the sun was just now starting to set, Shadowheart couldn't have been more grateful to hear the news.
Until an arrow flies out from the cover of some nearby foliage and buries itself in her chest.
The next few moments are chaos. Shadowheart falls to the ground, suddenly dazed and weak. She watches through half-closed eyes as you bark out orders, before dropping to a knee at her side.
She makes out very little of your next words except for "quickly" and "heal," but it's enough to set her head straight again. With only a scowl and a small groan, she tears the arrow out and whispers a quick prayer to Shar to heal her. Within moments, the hole in her chest closes up and she feels brand new, almost better than she was before she was shot.
Your face lights up at seeing her well. At that moment, though, Shadowheart looks over your shoulder just in time to see a bandit slip past Karlach's defenses and head straight towards you. She doesn't have enough time to speak.
The human drives the dagger squarely into your back, and you only have a quick moment to gasp in pain as the man pulls it back out again. Lae'zel's blade makes quick work of the fool before she, too, is down at your side. You fall to the ground next to Shadowheart, quickly bleeding out.
As the others gather around you, rapidly weakening from the blood loss, all eyes are on Shadowheart. She takes the hint and sends another quick but desperate prayer to Shar. But Shar does not answer. It's clear that she used up the last of her goddess's blessings when she healed her own arrow wound earlier.
The others can sense Shadowheart's predicament and look at each other with worry, but Shadowheart quickly speaks up.
"It's okay," She breathes, her hands shaking more than she would like as your skin gets paler by the moment, "I still have one healing potion left."
She reaches into her bag and pulls out a lone glass bottle, filled with the last bit of healing potion they have.
But, when she goes to hold the bottle to your lips, she sees the look in your eyes, and the way the life slowly leaves you, and it shakes her to her core. Her hands are trembling uncontrollably as she brings the bottle to you.
And then, in this critical moment, she drops it.
The glass shatters across the ground, and the liquid—the last option they had to heal you—is quickly soaked up into the dirt. Gone.
The next half hour is a blur in Shadowheart's mind. The brisk 2-3 mile walk to the next town turns into a dead sprint, with your lifeless body thrown over Karlach's shoulder.
Luckily, you all reach the village in short time and are able to get help from the village healer to bring you back from death.
You have almost completely recovered by now, as you lay face up in your tent, having finally made camp outside the edges of town.
You're about to let sleep take you—because god knows you need it after today—when a small noise reaches your ears. Your eyebrows furrow as you try to discern its origin, but your expression drops once you recognize it. It's the sound of whimpering. Crying.
You leave your tent and take in the sights around you. The night has taken over the sky and the moon hangs high among the stars. Everyone's asleep. Everyone, except one.
Shadowheart doesn't notice you approach, and for obvious reasons. She is kneeling outside of her tent, hands pressed together and eyes closed in a way that could signify only prayer.
But Shadowheart never prays in the dead of night. And, more alarmingly, tears run down her cheeks, and little noises of whimpers and sobs escape her.
Trying your best to alert her of your presence without startling her, you place a hand on her knee. Your efforts are in vain, though, and she jumps backwards at the touch. She reaches to her back in a panic, to where she keeps her weapon, only to find nothing.
"Hey, Shadowheart, come on, it's just me," You soothe, moving your hand from her knee to her shoulder, trying to show your support, "What's going on?"
She breaks down at your question, bowing her head as more tears fall from her face onto the dirt below.
"Y/n," She cries, "I am so sorry. I failed you today."
"Hey now," Your hands immediately go to Shadowheart's face, pulling her up to look at you with one hand and wiping her tears with the other, "What are you talking about?"
Shadowheart doesn't push you away, but she doesn't reciprocate your touch. More tears run down her cheeks as she grimaces, almost as if in pain.
"My prayers to Shar..." She hiccups, almost unable to continue her sentence with the sheer weight of emotion coursing through her, "They weren't good enough to help you. And when I tried to give you a potion... Gods... All I needed to do was hold the bottle to your lips, and I... dropped it." Shadowheart moves out of your grip and collapses forward, digging her fists into the hard dirt beneath her out of frustration. "I couldn't even hold a bottle to save your life... what kind of cleric am I?!"
Your heart breaks at the sight of Shadowheart, sobbing and whimpering in the dead of night. You give her a bit of space to let her frustrations out before slowly reaching for her and pulling her into a hug.
"Shadowheart, it's okay, no one blames you," You whisper, comfortingly, "It was a long, hard day on everyone. We all make mistakes when we're tired and at our wits end. Karlach let that bandit get past her, I failed to turn my attention back to the fight once I was sure you were okay, it just happens." You pull her head into your shoulder and run your hand up and down the back of her neck soothingly.
"But you... you could've gotten killed because of my incompetence!" She protests, seeming as if she was trying to find ways to justify her inadequacy.
"But I wasn't killed. I am alive and well and I love you as much as I ever have. I should've been keeping my head in the fight, I would've noticed that puny bandit if I did. I was just so worried for you, seeing that arrow rip through you like that."
You pull her head off your shoulder and make sure she looks at you as you speak. "Things happen. We make mistakes. Everyone relies on you so much, and no matter how much you focus in on that one mistake, you never give yourself credit for the tons of times you've saved my life or the lives of our companions."
"I am just a burden on your party..." Shadowheart cries, "But if you truly believe in my ability to hold my own, then so be it. I will try for you." She wipes her face with the back of her forearm and gives you a weak smile, as if drying her eyes would make her sadness somehow go away.
You sigh and pull her into a quick kiss to get her out of her own head. "I believe in you because you're so amazing and talented. I've seen you do so many great things despite all the obstacles that get in your way. You will find who you are some day, and I'll wait by your side for as long as that takes. Shadowheart, you're incredible."
That last praise seems to break the floodgates in Shadowheart, as all the feelings of love and acceptance well up in her, and tears spill from her eyes once again.
"Y/n... thank you." That's all she says as she pulls you in, anchoring herself in you. She takes a few moments more to cry, and you quietly comfort her as best as you can.
Eventually, she pulls away and wipes her eyes, throwing on a more convincing smile this time. "I should get to sleep..."
She pulls away, and you sense a note of sadness in her speech as she readies herself for bed.
"Did you want to sleep in my tent tonight?" You offer, and Shadowheart's face lights up. "I had a feeling," You chuckle at her,
That night, Shadowheart sleeps easy for the first time in weeks. Her past is a mystery, her future is uncertain and worrisome, but here, in the present, she is by your side. To her, that matters more than anything.
do you have any headcanons for alpha karlach with omega tav? or fic ideas? I love her so much🤭
KARLACH MY BELOVEDDDDD
I have so many thoughts on this, I love Karlach so much
Also, you didn't specify if you wanted this to be SFW or not, so I'm gonna play it safe and keep it mostly clean, but if you ever want an NSFW fic or some headcanons, just send in a new request and I can write some for sure
Alpha Karlach With Omega Reader
Okay can I just say that you will never in your life be with someone who is both as lovingly gentle and violently protective as Karlach
I have a headcanon that, since Karlach was sent to Avernus at a fairly young age, and hasn't been out for very long at all, that you are her first relationship
She's heard all the horror stories from you and some other omegas about creepy alphas who only care about hooking up, and will take any opportunity or push any boundary to get what they want
And being one of those creepy alphas is the last thing Karlach wants
So she is so gentle with you, almost as if you were made of porcelain
She's so subservient to your every need that someone who didn't know better might assume you're the alpha
But she just cares about your well-being so much
On the other hand, though, she is extremely cautious that none of those creepy alphas get anywhere near you
If she sees someone checking you out, flirting a little bit, or god forbid trying to take you out anywhere, she's at your side in an instant
She usually doesn't even need to say much, her appearance alone is intimidating enough
A tall, muscular, pissed-off tiefling, covered in battle scars, carrying a great axe on her back, and literally on fire is usually enough to scare creeps off
But for those that don't get the hint, she isn't afraid to get her hands a little dirty
And then she's immediately at your side again, cupping your face and asking if you're okay as if she doesn't have blood dripping off her knuckles
She just cares so much that you never feel objectified or pressured by anyone, especially her
When your first heat comes, she, respectfully, tries to stay as far away as possible
She doesn't want to take advantage of you in such a delicate state
It's not until one day, after a long day of adventuring, she comes back absolutely DEVASTATED to find her stuffed bear, Clive, is nowhere to be seen
It isn't until she makes her way over to your tent that she sees you've made a little nest in there of all the bedrolls and pillows you all have pillaged in your journey
And then she sees you, bare naked, dripping with sweat, and hugging onto Clive like it was your lifeline
And when her eyes meet yours, all you can say is "he smells like you."
You know she can't leave after that.
For a little while, there's this torturous little game you and Karlach have to play
You want to be around her, but just being in the same tent isn't enough. You want to touch her and feel her body all around yours
But Karlach on a normal day is too hot to touch, and horny Karlach? Yeah, she's nearly set the tent on fire a few times now
She makes peace with it, with not being able to touch you, as terrible as it is for both of you
But you guys find a few... workarounds...
But oh man, the day that Dammon fixes Karlach's engine
No amount of pulling the blankets over their ears could help anyone keep the noise out
It isn't until day 3 that Shadowheart finally gets fed up and casts a silence spell over your tent
But Karlach can't help it, it's what an entire life of not even being near an omega does to her
At the end of your heats, when your brains are a little less foggy, she's back to giving you everything you could ever need
Water? Food? Maybe a small healing spell to helping your aching body? She is an aftercare goddess
That's all she cares about, anyway. In her mind, her pleasure is always second to yours
After the tough hand you've been dealt in life, her one goal is to make you feel special and taken care of
And, for someone as new to being in a relationship as Karlach is, she's doing a pretty damn good job at it
Poly Isobel & Dame Aylin with asexual reader please?
I am so glad that the first request I got on here is an Isobel and Dame Aylin request because GOD I love these two
Poly Dame Aylin & Isobel with Asexual Reader
Oh man, dating these two, you just know no one will ever so much as touch a hair on your head
Girlfriends? Nah, you got bodyguards now
Seriously though, both of them have had to experience losing their lover once already, so the both of them are terrified to let it happen again
They are so, so, so, protective of you
Just imagine being at a market of Baldur's Gate one day, and some stranger starts raising their voice at you for whatever reason, and all of the sudden, the demigod daughter of Selûne appears from the heavens and tells them to fuck off
Not to say Isobel isn't fiercely protective as well, but she is also just as mortal as you are, so Aylin always keeps her out of danger
She's like a literal guardian angel to you guys, never letting anything get past her
And, god forbid, someone does injure you, she is after them with a rage so potent it almost terrifies you, if you didn't already know she would never hurt you
And all the while, Isobel sits at your side, keeping you comfortable against her while whispering quick and desperate prayers to Selûne to bring you back to health
Even if your wounds do heal, expect to be pampered to no end, though
At camp, when it's pitch black out and everyone has already fallen asleep in their tents, imagine just the most godly of cuddle piles
Aylin is always on her back, since her broad form is perfect to cuddle up against (and god knows she'd crack someone's rib if she tried to lay on them for a change)
I wholeheartedly believe that, after you and Isobel had fallen asleep against her, one on each arm, she'd keep her eyes open and ears peeled for as long as she could just to make sure no threat comes for you two in the night
Being an immortal, nothing scares her more than the mortality of her lovers
Both of them, Isobel especially, are prone to nightmares after all the trauma they've been through
Occasionally, you wake up in the night to the sound of quiet sniffling and trembling, just to see Isobel with her face buried into the fabric of Aylin's shirt
Pull her into your arms, whisper to her that she's safe, you're safe, and Aylin's safe. Nothing, not her father, not the Absolute, nothing can hurt them anymore
She usually isn't able to verbalize it at the moment, but your words do so much to calm her down
And, if she wasn't already awake to begin with, all the commotion is sure to wake Aylin up, who does everything in her power to reassure Isobel
And, at the end of the day, you know that if any one of you, not just Isobel, was ever in need of comforting, the other two would be on their beck and call for however long it takes
As for you being asexual, neither of them have any qualms with it
Sure, the two of them are certainly very active, but they would never make you feel excluded in anything
They are very respectful of your boundaries and making sure that nothing they ever do with each other makes you feel uncomfortable or excluded in any way
And besides, while sex may be nice and all, there's nothing they want more to have you safe and happy at their side
And seeing you fighting valiantly next to them, laughing with friends, or fast asleep on one of their shoulder's, they know they have everything they could ever want
