Welcome to the Baldur's Gate 3 Summer Creativity Event.
The idea is to bring the community together to create works around a summer theme!
FAQ:
How does it work? Create a work (art, writing, embroidery, song, anything) based on Baldur's Gate 3 with a summer theme. This blog will share them through the summer. (June through August)
Do I have to follow certain prompts: A list of prompts is below, but fitting in one of them isn't required, as long your work is appropriately summer themes.
How will you share the works? Either @ the blog or submit your post! There will also be an AO3 collection (coming soon). Please don't just tag with a hash tag because that will be very hard to share.
Are there any ratings guide lines? Nope! Just tag appropriately please!
Who can participate? Anyone 18+ since there is not interest in policing who submits what content.
Who's running this thing? Just me, @tragedybunny
Anything else? Please share so lots of people can participate.
AO3 Collection is live!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Prompt list:
Ocean / waves
Sun / Sunburn
Heat / Humidity
Beach / Sand / Sandcastles /Sea glass
Ice cream
Sunsets
Calimshan and Amn
The Sea of Fallen Stars (pirate region on forgotten realms)
Festival / County Fair
Summer flowers / night blooming flowers
Beach Party
BBQ
Travel
Bonfire / campfire stories
Swimming/ water / first time swimming in the ocean
I created this piece a couple of weeks before for @/fallen-star-inn 's beach contest. I saw @baldurs-beach and thought, "You know what? I might as well join another event lol."
Here's a few fun facts about the making of this piece!
- The sea cucumber is a reference to JJK S2's Hudden Inventory Arc, where Gojo and Riko have fun at the beach and made fun of a sea cucumber (justice for the poor cucumber 😔)
- There was an attempt to make Handsome Squidward Astarion in the first panel
- The name of the song is "Candy Wine" by lostboycrow! I highly recommend you listen to it!!
- While I was making the second panel, I think my soul left my body. I was trying to finish it in a van that kept speeding through heavy rain and taking dangerous road, I felt like my organs explode! How did I manage to stay in one piece? I dunno either man lol
- These are two of my proudest art that took me SO LONG LIKE DAMN 💀
Warnings: just a grumpy Astarion living a sweet moment :)
Summary: “Now, will you humor me and come with me? Just to get your feet wet. If you don't feel like it, I'll let you return to your towel. What do you say?”
“If that stops you from annoying me, I’ll go.” He can't tell you how desperately he wants to feel the water in his skin, to breathe in that cool breeze by the sea. So, he lifts you up in the air, leading you straight to the sea. “Let's get this over with.”
You drag Astarion to the beach and he is not happy about it. Will he enjoy the day with you?
a/n: the screenshot above is from @casualya, who kindly let me use it for this oneshot. Thank you so much! 🙏
I've taken the liberty to give this oneshot some modern touches. Hope you enjoy it!
And I think it's fitting for the summer challenge by @baldurs-beach :)
Lots of love 🖤
Read on oa3
Astarion is hating it.
Ever since you found a sun ring, giving Astarion the possibility to see the sun again, you've been restless to show him the world, to show him what a real life has to offer.
And he followed you everywhere. Always complaining about something. Because it's hot. Because it's cold. Because it's windy or because there's no wind at all. Everything was awful, and he hated it.
But he followed you nevertheless. He never tried to persuade you not to go. He never told you he didn't want to go because, deep down, he wanted to. And he couldn’t hide the smile that always tugged at the corner of his lips and the amazement in his eyes when he experienced those moments with you.
And today you decided to bring him to the beach.
You prepared everything: sunscreen, a sun umbrella, towels, sunglasses, some snacks for you, and water.
You handed Astarion a swimsuit – blue shorts matching your bikini.
“Really, Darling? Are you expecting me to wear this?” He asked, grabbing it with the tips of his fingers, slightly disgusted by the sight in front of him.
“Well, you can't go fully dressed to the beach. But if you want to be hot and sweaty all the time, be my guest.” You replied with a playful smile.
So, he wore it.
And he is hating it. He is hating everything about the beach.
It's so hot. The sun is burning. He sits beneath the sun umbrella, protecting his sensitive skin from the sun, sitting on a towel without touching a single grain of sand.
You spread some sunscreen on his back, your soft hands on his skin, always so careful around his scars. Caring for him. Protecting him from sunburn.
And suddenly all of him is a sticky sunscreen mess. Unconsciously, he lands a hand on the sand beside him, and immediately thousands of grains of sand stick to his hand. “Hrg… Day by day, I have this faint sensation that you like to torture me, my dear.” He growls, shaking his hand vigorously in the air.
“Who do you take me for? I only want what’s in your best interests, my love.”
“It seriously doesn't seem like it.” He pouts.
“Oh, come on. Stop complaining and enjoy the day, will you?” You give him a quick peck on his nose before standing up. Then you twirl, showing off your bikini. “So, tell me – do you like my new bikini?”
He really tries to properly look at you, but the sun is so strong for his sensitive eyes that he just frowns his face all over. “Sorry, Darling, but I can’t see shit.”
You laugh at his sight. “Poor Star… let’s see if this helps.” You take from your bag a pair of big round sunglasses and gently place them on his face. He immediately relaxes his facial muscles, only remaining his grumpy look. “There. Much better now.”
“I don’t even want to think about how ridiculous I must be.”
“Astarion, you are fine. Now come. Let’s take a swim.” You reach your hand to him.
“Oh no, Love. You go. I will watch you from here, thank you.”
“You’re losing!” And you leave him, running to the water.
So much noise around him. Children screaming, people laughing and talking, dogs barking… he does put up with all of this only because of you.
Then he hears the sound of waves hitting the sand, the soft cool breeze that blows every now and then, bringing a scent… bringing a scent of… of what? He doesn’t remember if he ever smelled it before. But he likes it. He closes his eyes for a moment and just feels it.
He stretches his legs and his feet touch the sand. The hot sand. He buries them in it, feeling the cooler sand beneath while he flexes and extends his toes. And… it’s not so bad after all…
Gods, is he really enjoying this?
Suddenly, he is startled by the feeling of cold drops of water falling in his legs. He opens his eyes, and it's you. All wet. Drops of water running down the curves of your body.
“Hi there!” You smile, twisting your hair.
A strand of wet hair clings to your cheek all the way down to your neck. Your sweet pulsing neck. You are a vision, with your soaked blue bikini matching his suddenly tight shorts.
“It’s hot isn’t it?” You ask innocently.
“Darling, it’s hot like hells…”
“Then let me refresh you.” You leap onto his lap, and he doesn't have a chance to stop you. You embrace him, your cold body against his not-so-cold skin.
“Oh! Stop! It’s cold! You're so cold! And… it feels… nice.” He struggles if he should wrap his arms around you. But he succumbs to the temptation and he holds you, relieving the previous heat.
You kiss him. Your wet salty lips on his. That strange scent all over you. “It feels good, doesn't it?”
Astarion keeps his mouth shut. He will not say another word.
“You're impossible.” You laugh. “Now, will you humor me and come with me? Just to get your feet wet. If you don't feel like it, I'll let you return to your towel. What do you say?”
“If that stops you from annoying me, I’ll go.” He can't tell you how desperately he wants to feel the water in his skin, to breathe in that cool breeze by the sea. So, he lifts you up in the air, leading you straight to the sea. “Let's get this over with.”
When he reaches the waterline, he gently sets you down, and suddenly, he feels afraid. He realizes he doesn’t know how to swim.
You extend your hand to him. “Come. I will hold your hand the whole time.”
“Promise?” He asks, showing you his vulnerability.
“Promise. I won’t let you go, my love.”
He holds your hand and follows you because he trusts you, because he knows you won’t fail him.
When his feet reach the water, he stops for a moment, savoring the strength of the waves, pulling and pushing, repeatedly like a clock. That strange scent again. The smell of the sea breeze invading his senses. He definitely likes it.
Astarion looks at you, and you are there, holding his hand as promised, waiting for him, with an adoration smile spread all over your face. “What?” He asks, back to his grumpy mood again.
“Nothing, my star. Absolutely nothing.” You giggle.
You pull him closer to you, guiding him deeper into the water. Then a bigger wave approaches, and you hold his other hand too. “Now, when the wave hits us, keep holding my hands and follow my lead.”
“Darling, I’m not sure about…”
Too late. You pull him to you as the wave reaches you, and he dives into it with you holding him close. The sensation of the wave passing through them, the noise underwater when the wave finally collapses in the sand… He will never forget this.
You pull him up again, a hint of worry in your eyes. “Are you okay? Or do you want to leave?”
“I think I can stay a little longer. It’s not safe to leave you here alone.” He smirks.
“In that case, hold me close, Love, because another wave is coming.” You kiss him on the cheek. “My beautiful, soaked pale elf.” And you both laugh, hugging each other, waiting for the next wave to strike.
Maybe he's not hating it after all.
Maybe he's really liking it. Like he liked everything you showed him before.
A Juniper and Cal beach fic for those that love them as much as I do 🥰 Thank you to @a-spawn-on-my-lawn once again for the wonderful comm below! It was the source of this fic coming to life
Sun, Sand, and Someone I Love: Part 2…Read on Ao3
The Ancuníns have returned to Sea of Swords Resort and Spa for a vacation but this time, they brought their children. It’s Juniper and Cal’s turn to have some fun in the sun while on their tropical getaway.
Word Count: 1.5k
“Did you bring SPF 1000 this time, Dad?” Juniper asked, giggling at her father. Tav, Cal and Theus snickered as the group walked through the Sea of Swords resort lobby.
“Yes, let’s all laugh at the vampire who didn’t apply sunscreen.” Astarion, although happy to be back at the vacation spot after many years, was prepared to hide himself underneath an umbrella for a hefty duration of the day to avoid the same mishap as last time.
They arrived at their rooms, depositing their bags inside and quickly changing into swimwear before meeting back in the hallway.
“I’m…uh…I’m just going to check out the swim-up bar,” Theus told them and took off at a brisk pace towards the elevator.
“More like check out who’s at the swim-up bar,” Juniper muttered.
“We’re going to lounge by the pool.” Tav clutched a novel she had been working through for over a week. With less distractions, she hoped to finish it during their stay. “Will you two be joining us for dinner?”
“I think we’re heading to the beach. No need to wait up for us tonight. Enjoy yourselves, you crazy kids!” Juniper teased. She grasped Cal’s hand and started pulling him away. He threw up a hand to wave at her parents.
“See you later, Tav and Mr…Astarion!”
“That boy is-”
Tav cut her husband before he could make some brash remark about the young man.
“Making your daughter happy, my love. Making your daughter very, very happy.”
Astarion scoffed but thought her words over. “I suppose he is, isn’t he?”
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Juniper and Cal claimed two chairs down by the water, spreading out their towels over them and flicking off their sandals. Juniper unbuttoned her linen cover up and dropped it on her seat. Her swimsuit was a simple black one piece with white trim and a neat little bow around her middle. She did a twirl to show off the outfit.
“Well? What do you think?” She held out her arms to display herself.
“Breathtaking, as usual,” he answered with a soft smile. Juniper’s cheek flushed under his gaze.
Cal grabbed the collar of his tank at the back of his neck and pulled it over his head. He tossed it aside and then brought his hands behind his head.
“By the gods…” Juniper whispered.
She stared as the aasimar continued to stretch. His muscular arms flexed with his movements and his abs became more prominent as he twisted back and forth. Her mouth was suddenly dry as she took in his near perfect form.
He chuckled when he caught her gawking at him. “I believe I know what you think of me.”
“Don’t go getting a big head over it!” The dhampir told him. She walked towards him and pinched the hem of his swim trunks, letting the band snap back at his waist. “Cute trunks.”
“Not a fan of pink?”
“Hm, not on me, but it’s…nice…on you.”
“Nice?” Cal slowly stepped towards her. “I’ll show you nice when you’ve been casted in the sea!”
He lunged for Juniper. She attempted to run away but his arms wrapped around her. She playfully swatted at his hands as they both laughed. She thought he was going to let her go as his grip loosened, but instead he turned her towards him and lifted her so she hung over his shoulder.
Cal walked off towards the water while Juniper kicked her feet. The sound of the waves crashing grew closer and she braced herself to hit the salty sea.
She stopped flailing as she felt his body begin to shake with laughter. His hands gripped her waist and brought her down gently to stand close to him. The waves lapped at their ankles as they stood with their bodies pressed together.
Fingers caressed Juniper, down her cheek and the length of her neck. She leaned into Cal’s touch and sighed.
“Sit with me?”
“Right here? In the water?” Juniper looked down at the blue surrounding her. She could see the faint outline of a school of fish swimming by her ankles. Her face scrunched.
Cal grabbed her hand and pulled her down as he lowered himself into the water. “If a fish bites you, I’ll catch it and vanquish it with my bare hands.”
“Oh, my hero,” she replied, kissing his cheek and sinking down to take a seat, wary of an aquatic creatures that decided to whizz by unexpectedly.
They sat for a long time listening to the waves washing ashore. There were a few other people occupying the beach but not many as it neared time for dinner. A sailboat coasted by in the distance, a dark silhouette against the beginnings of sunset. Juniper thought it would make a lovely portrait. She wished she had brought her camera to snap a photo for reference.
“Did you ever think we would be here like this?” She asked, leaning back on her arms and still staring off. “I mean, together.”
“I had hoped, but you could never take a hint on how I felt.” Cal glanced sideways and could see her glaring at him.
“I was young and you weren’t very obvious about it!”
“Maybe you were just too busy plotting and thieving to notice.”
Juniper tossed a fistful of sand at him. It landed with a plop on his chest and slid down in a gritty, murky trail. He retaliated with his own handful, coating her swimsuit. Their playfulness soon turned into an all out battle with each one throwing sand at the other until they were covered in the muck from the waist up. Cal was ready to hit her with another but Juniper quickly grabbed his wrists and flipped him on to his back. The water rippled underneath him as he breathed heavily. The dhampir straddled him, putting her hands on his chest, and all he could do was stare as she grinned.
The sunlight formed a halo around her head of silver curls. There was a gleam of mischief in those emerald eyes that gazed into his golden ones and he was aching to find out what was going through that beautiful mind of hers.
He pushed up and placed his hands on her waist. His thumbs stroked along her hips while she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Juniper ran her fingers through his messy hair. She watched him as she combed through the copper strands, how he reacted to her touch, how he looked at her as if she were the only person to exist. She didn’t understand how she couldn’t have known his feelings before. He was enamored by her and she was a fool to be so blind for so long.
“Kiss me?” Her voice was suddenly timid. Her heart was racing, pulse thumping in her ears. She didn’t know why but this was becoming a common reaction when near him. He made her nervous and shy, something she wasn’t too familiar with when others were around.
“I will never tire of those words,” Cal whispered softly before pressing his lips to hers. He didn’t care who was on the beach or if they dared to watch. He was going to enjoy every chance he got to feel her mouth on his.
The kiss grew heavier with hands beginning to wander and chests touching. Cal’s fingers tangled into Juniper’s, tilting her head back to expose more of her neck. His head dipped to smatter her in chaste pecks along her jaw and down to her collarbone. Juniper’s nails dug into his shoulder as she gripped onto him.
They were no strangers to steamy makeout sessions but this was a whole new level. They were in the public eye, not hidden away in some tavern corner or alone in their homes. Anyone could see the display of affection but they were too lost in each other to care.
Cal moved his hands to cup her bottom, pulling her to grind against him. Juniper gasped but found herself crumbling beneath his grasp. She rocked on him as he sucked on her neck.
“We should…We should stop…stop and go back to the room,” Cal said in between kisses. He truthfully didn’t want to stop but he sensed eyes on him.
Juniper continued moving on him. “Fuck the room,” she breathed and found his mouth again.
Just as Cal reached for the strap of her swimwear, water cascaded over them. They stopped and blinked, swiping wet hair from their eyes. Their heads turned to see Theus standing beside them with a scowl on his face.
“Perverts. Even I’m not that bad,” he snorted and walked off to a giggling male and female who were clearly going to occupy his time for the night.
Juniper stuck her tongue out at her brother’s back and sighed, flipping her damp hair behind her back.
“I guess that’s enough fun for now.”
Cal smiled and soothed is hands up and down the length of her back. He was on cloud nine being able to finally share his life with her and no splash of water was going to ruin that for him.
“There’s plenty more to be had, Junie. Plenty more.”
Welcome to the Baldur's Gate 3 Summer Creativity Event.
The idea is to bring the community together to create works around a summer theme!
FAQ:
How does it work? Create a work (art, writing, embroidery, song, anything) based on Baldur's Gate 3 with a summer theme. This blog will share them through the summer. (June through August)
Do I have to follow certain prompts: A list of prompts is below, but fitting in one of them isn't required, as long your work is appropriately summer themes.
How will you share the works? Either @ the blog or submit your post! There will also be an AO3 collection (coming soon). Please don't just tag with a hash tag because that will be very hard to share.
Are there any ratings guide lines? Nope! Just tag appropriately please!
Who can participate? Anyone 18+ since there is not interest in policing who submits what content.
Who's running this thing? Just me, @tragedybunny
Anything else? Please share so lots of people can participate.
AO3 Collection is live!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Prompt list:
Ocean / waves
Sun / Sunburn
Heat / Humidity
Beach / Sand / Sandcastles /Sea glass
Ice cream
Sunsets
Calimshan and Amn
The Sea of Fallen Stars (pirate region on forgotten realms)
Festival / County Fair
Summer flowers / night blooming flowers
Beach Party
BBQ
Travel
Bonfire / campfire stories
Swimming/ water / first time swimming in the ocean
Welcome to the Baldur's Gate 3 Summer Creativity Event.
The idea is to bring the community together to create works around a summer theme!
FAQ:
How does it work? Create a work (art, writing, embroidery, song, anything) based on Baldur's Gate 3 with a summer theme. This blog will share them through the summer. (June through August)
Do I have to follow certain prompts: A list of prompts is below, but fitting in one of them isn't required, as long your work is appropriately summer themes.
How will you share the works? Either @ the blog or submit your post! There will also be an AO3 collection (coming soon). Please don't just tag with a hash tag because that will be very hard to share.
Are there any ratings guide lines? Nope! Just tag appropriately please!
Who can participate? Anyone 18+ since there is not interest in policing who submits what content.
Who's running this thing? Just me, @tragedybunny
Anything else? Please share so lots of people can participate.
AO3 Collection is live!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Prompt list:
Ocean / waves
Sun / Sunburn
Heat / Humidity
Beach / Sand / Sandcastles /Sea glass
Ice cream
Sunsets
Calimshan and Amn
The Sea of Fallen Stars (pirate region on forgotten realms)
Festival / County Fair
Summer flowers / night blooming flowers
Beach Party
BBQ
Travel
Bonfire / campfire stories
Swimming/ water / first time swimming in the ocean
A short fic of Astarion and Tav away on vacation. It’s a modern AU for Thicker Than Water ☺️
Sun, Sand, and Someone I Love…Read on Ao3
Astarion and Tav are enjoying their time away from their family for a little rest and relaxation. They discover the wonders of the all-inclusive resort including the fun the beach can provide for the insatiable elven couple.
Word Count: 2.1k
f!Tav x Astarion
CW: oral sex, vaginal sex
The evening sun was coasting downward, heat starting to wane on the white sand of Sea of Swords Resort and Spa.
This branch, located on the island of Toaridge-at-the-Sun’s-Setting, offered every bit of luxury one could ask for. The meals were delectable, the drinks continuously flowed, and the overall atmosphere provided relaxation and serenity to ease the nerves of anyone wanting to leave behind the worries of their day-to-day life.
The palm trees swayed in the light breeze as the waves crashed along the shore, high tide making its way in as the day began to descend into night.
Astarion lifted his sunglasses above his brow, taking a long sip of the overly decorated sangria he held, and stared out over the beach as his wife made her way from the sea.
Tav was quite the sight in her rather scandalous swim attire, an olive green one piece with high cut sides, an opening to bare her stomach, and a very low neckline. It left nothing to the imagination. It was an outfit she would never wear around her children, but this vacation was for her and her husband. She would don whatever pleased her.
The wood elf approached the empty chair next to Astarion’s and grabbed her towel. She briskly dried off, taking a seat in the lounger to swipe off the sand coating her feet.
“Enjoy the swim, my sweet?” The vampire asked, polishing off his drink. He pushed the sunglasses onto his head as he took in his beloved. Thank the gods he decided to delve into beachwear.
“It was lovely,” Tav answered, placing her towel down and slinking her body over to lay beside Astarion. “Not as lovely as you at the moment. I do rather enjoy these…well fit swim briefs.” Her forefinger traced along the hem resting nicely at his slender waistline.
He chuckled as he brought his arms around her. Her skin felt like sunshine against his and the residual smell of sunscreen lingered in the air. Tav’s eyes closed with content as she nestled against Astarion’s sculpted form, trance threatening to take over as she was feeling the effects of the swim.
The presence of lips pressing gently against her head was the last memory the wood elf had before drifting off to the white noise of the water cascading over the soft sand.
~
Tav awoke to find night had fallen and the moon was shining overhead, reflecting itself in the calm waves of the sea. The air cooled, allowing for some reprieve from the blistering heat, but it remained comfortable enough that they needed no cover for warmth.
She peered up to see Astarion concentrating on the book he held with one hand as the other stroked in easy movements along her hip.
“You didn’t wake me?” Tav lifted her head, looking around to notice they were the only ones on the darkened beach.
Astarion closed his book with a snap and tossed it onto the pile of their abandoned clothing beside his chair.
“It’s not often you find such peace, darling. I couldn’t bring myself to disturb you,” he said, brushing a hand through his wife’s tangled curls, still damp from earlier.
“You didn’t want to put your book down, did you?”
“It was a very interesting part. The children don’t allow for much reading anymore.”
Tav understood his reasoning for not stirring her from her reverie. Their children, Juniper and Theus, were at ages that required most of their time to be occupied with endless activities until they eventually exhausted themselves for the day. The nine year old and four year old were the light of the elven couple’s lives but they were also the source of many lost hobbies, though Astarion and Tav wouldn’t trade them for anything.
“Well, what do you say to a late night wade in the water? The temperature should be a bit nicer by now.” Tav knew her husband wasn’t one to dive into a body of water, swimming still foreign to him, but he would dip his feet in every so often.
“I suppose I could accompany my beautiful wife into the blackened depths of the deep.” Astarion exaggerated blackened, an eye roll from Tav pulling a grin to his face.
They strolled hand in hand towards the shoreline. The temperate water lapped at their feet as they carefully walked into the sea until the water was waist deep.
Tav watched as the pale elf skimmed his palms along the undulating currents. His crimson eyes were transfixed out into the distance, watching a cruise ship as it drifted, its window lights providing the only form of illumination in the night.
Tav stepped closer to Astarion, allowing her hand to coast up his stomach and along his chest, coming to a stop just below his shoulder. He turned towards her with a curious expression, one full of mischief and wonder.
He brought his hand to hers, lifting it to kiss her palm and down her wrist and then bringing her arm up around his neck. He sighed, sinking in to her touch, as she began to twirl at the curls resting at his nape.
“Enjoying yourself, darling?”
Tav hummed in agreement as she leaned her head against his chest.
“Thoroughly.”
“Let’s enjoy ourselves a little more then,” the vampire said, taking a hand to tilt her chin up. “What do you say?”
The ranger found herself lost in the pools of red looking down at her. Her breath hitched and her mind had completely derailed. She only spoke the one word that she could think of.
“Please.”
Their lips crashed into one another’s with fervent desire, moving hastily and without much thought. Tongues intertwined as the pace quickened and hands roamed with the eagerness of newlyweds.
Astarion’s hands wandered down until they were firmly gripping Tav’s backside, pulling her into him. He hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as she giggled against his lips.
He carried her out of the ocean and up the beach until they came upon a four poster bed. The drapes were drawn up to allow for the sun’s rays during the day but now it provided easy access for the vampire to lay his wife down on the feather mattress.
Crawling up Tav’s body as she waited with anticipation, Astarion pressed chaste pecks on her tanned skin. The flesh raised with goosebumps as he went, starting at her calves, then her inner thighs, up her stomach, and finally landing on her breasts, rising and falling with rapid breathing.
“Someone’s excited,” Astarion quipped. He let his body rest against the wood elf’s, his hardened length settling near her apex. She instinctively lifted her hips to attempt to soothe the growing ache.
“You would be too if you could see yourself.”
“Mm.” The vampire rolled his hips once into hers. “And here I am, admiring you all this time. What a beautiful sight you are, my love.”
His fingers curved underneath the straps of Tav’s swimsuit, pulling them from her shoulders and slowly peeling the outfit down her body until she was fully bared to him.
Astarion dipped low, his silver curls brushing between her thighs as he coaxed her legs apart. Tav pushed up on her elbows to see his piercing gaze on her. He offered a wicked grin before spreading her damp center open with his thumb and forefinger, swiping his tongue against the bundle of nerves. Tav’s head went back as a whimper escaped her.
The pale elf skillfully moved his tongue, pleasuring his lover with eagerness at each delightful swirl and lap of his tongue.
He had no need to lift for air, mouth sucking on the folds as Tav’s arms collapsed and her hips began to buck against him. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs as he held her to him, the beginnings of her orgasm seeking its release.
“Astarion, please.” Tav reached down and entwined her fingers into his hair.
With a few more strokes of his tongue, Tav was crying out on the abandoned beach, bliss surrounding her entirely.
Astarion freed himself from her sex and climbed up her body, hungrily taking her mouth into his. She could taste herself on his lips, a small moan vibrating between them.
“I hope you don’t think we’re finished,” Astarion purred, kissing below his wife’s ear.
“Never,” Tav whispered back, voice breathy and wanting.
Astarion pushed down his swim briefs, precum dripping from the seam of his shaft. He guided himself to the slick entrance and teased his lover, pushing in slightly before pulling back out. He repeated this several times until Tav was panting, begging for him to enter her.
“If I must,” he teased. A glare was thrown his way but it soon faded as he buried himself into Tav, her eyes closing at the feeling.
The vampire moved rhythmically at first. His pace was slow and steady, allowing them both to adjust and enjoy the budding passion.
He used one hand to tease at the stiff bud on one of her breasts while his mouth sought the other. He swirled his tongue and sucked on the nipple as if it was his last meal. A cool breath blown on the damp peak had Tav writhing beneath him.
After some time though, Astarion found sweat beading along his brow and he could no longer contain himself.
He quickened, thrusting into the whimpering wood elf. His right hand was flat against her lower back, making her arch so he could press deeper into her. He hit the stimulated center repeatedly and Tav’s nails clawed at his back.
“Oh, Astarion,” Tav called out, “I’m close, so so close.”
Astarion took this time to sink his fangs into his wife’s neck and he could sense her about to tip over the edge. He drank her essence, letting it flow into him and shrouding her in ecstasy.
He pulled back, dragging his tongue quickly across the two punctures, as his steady thrusts became more erratic. His own release was imminent.
“Come on, darling,” Astarion ground out through gritted teeth, wayward curls lying on his forehead. “Let me hear those pretty screams.”
Tav hit her climax, center clenching around his length over and over while she yelled out into the silence of dark beach, only her husband and the vast sea witness to her pleasure.
Astarion, hearing the euphoric cries of his wife, held back no longer and spilled into her. His head fell to the crook of her neck as he groaned and his movements slowed until he finally stopped, resting his body leisurely on the wood elf’s.
Their lips connected, with much less intensity than the first time, lazy kisses shared between two spent lovers.
“Shall we head back our room?” Tav asked, running a hand through his tousled locks.
The vampire shifted to pull his swimwear back up to their righted position. He reached for Tav’s swimsuit, helping her redress and feeling slight disappointment at hiding her delicious body away once more.
“I’d prefer if we spent our night here. It’s quite calming.” Astarion settled in with his head on Tav’s chest and a leg hitched over both of hers.
The elves slipped into a trance, eyes heavy and feeling completely sated after their activities.
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Astarion squinted his eyes at the blinding light searing into him. His muscles felt stiff as he tried to unstick himself from Tav’s body.
“What in the hells?”
The vampire touched his shoulder and winced at the contact.
“Ow! Fuck!” He cursed.
“Astarion?” Tav’s voice, thick and raspy from trancing, questioned him. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
Astarion became very still, resembling a statue, in fear of causing more pain. He groaned when Tav wiggled to free herself from beneath him.
“I’ve no idea. My skin feels like leather and it…hurts?” He didn’t mean for his answer to sound so unsure but this was unlike anything he had ever endured before.
The wood elf giggled as she observed him. He turned his head to shoot daggers at her.
“My love, I’m afraid you have a touch of sunburn,” she explained, still giggling and a little baffled by his pink complexion. “By touch, I mean your entire backside but you’ll recover.”
“Wonderful,” Astarion grumbled. He knew there had to be some downsides to being gifted with the sun’s rays on his vampiric form once again. It had only taken a decade to find one of them.
“Let’s hunt for some aloe and I’ll take very good care of you.” Tav patted the reddened skin on his bottom, right where his swim briefs rode up slightly.
“This is humiliating.” The vampire started slowly moving, feeling like his skin was going to crack open at any moment.
“Well, it’s about to be worse, dear. You have to walk through throngs of people to get back.”
Astarion lifted his head to see many beachgoers already taking up space along the vast beach. He let his face fall into the mattress letting out muffled curses.
The next vacation would be somewhere with less people and plenty of shade.
Man oh man Dadstarion! My mind could probably come up with a thousand scenarios for this theme.
This one might make you all cry. But like, happy tears? Maybe?
Summary: It’s a day at the beach with toddler Gale, pregnant Tav, and Dadstarion. Gale loves his Papa and always wants to look just like him; this presents a problem.
Tags/Warnings: fluff, light mentions of Astarion ptsd/trauma, in game spoilers, kids, parenthood, toddlers, pregnancy, light angst w comfort, comment if you see anything else I’m missing
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Astarion didn’t particularly enjoy the beach. It was often crowded, feeling coarse grains of sand stuck between his toes unnerved him, and it was impossible to find a good vintage for miles unless you brought it yourself.
Which, today, he did.
“Loving the sun and loving the beach are two different things, entirely, my sweet.” The elf drawls as he takes a sip of wine from his goblet.
You, Astarion, and almost-three-year old Gale are all sitting on a woven blanket inside a rather ostentatious canopy tent, taking a respite from playing in the water with the toddler. The canopy had been Astarion’s choice — he’d refused to have any beach days without it this year. As it was Gale’s last summer as an only child, and your first born adored the beach, you’d reluctantly agreed to the ridiculous shelter in exchange for two more planned beach days on behalf of your toddler.
Astarion remarked that perhaps you should have used your strong negotiation skills rather than your community service as the main focus of your political platform all those years ago.
And then you won the familial negotiation. Though you still think your old camp tent would have sufficed just fine.
You sigh at your husband, “I suppose. But I seem to remember you being quite content with rolling around in the dirt once upon a time.”
You’re watching Gale as he scoops sand into a bucket. His face is covered in the remnants of fruit juice from his lunch, and his little silver curls are bouncing around in the wind. He’s wearing a thin, white cotton shirt and striped cotton swim trousers — the outfit is basically a child’s version of your husband’s.
Daddy and his mini-me.
Astarion chuckles, “Yes, well… we didn’t have much choice in the matter back then, did we, little love. And for the thousandth time, I did have a blanket set up in that clearing—“
“I never saw it!” You interject, “So for all I know, you’ve simply decided to tell me that to cover your ah— butt.”
A huff from your husband as he rolls his eyes at you, “My love, have I ever lied to you?”
Your eyes narrow, and you open your mouth, about to retort when the elf catches his mistake and is quick to amend his statement.
“Have I ever lied to you after our talk at Moonrise Towers all those years ago?” He asks, cocking his head just slightly, convinced he’s proven his point.
You pause as your mind plays through years of memories. And then you grin playfully, “Yes! The night you proposed and told me you found those gold coins on the dock.”
The elf scoffs incredulously, “You are a pain in the ah— butt. You know what I mean, Tav. Have I ever lied to you to intentionally hurt or manipulate you since then? Or to gain your favor?”
You chuckle and turn yourself slightly — it’s no easy feat, given the size of your pregnant stomach — moving to peck your husband on the cheek, “No, my love. I don’t suppose you have.”
Astarion hums happily as he finishes off his goblet, “Very well then, dear. I trust that means you believe me when I say I did have a blanket in that clearing and you simply couldn’t keep your hands—“
“Mommy! I too hot!” Gale suddenly cries.
When the two of you turn to acknowledge the toddler, he’s thrown his shovel and started thrashing his feet, kicking up grains of sand in the process.
Today was sweltering in comparison to the other days you’d spent at the beach. The canopy was unable to protect all three of you from the worst of the mid afternoon heat.
You sigh and hold your hand out to the toddler, “Gale, come here and let mommy take your shirt off. It’s too hot to be—“
“NO!” The little boy shrieks before standing up and stomping on the sand castle he’d just spent several minutes building, “I want look like daddy!”
“My love, you and daddy will still be in matching pants even if your shirt is off.” You coo, hoping your voice will soothe Gale, though you know the logic is far beyond what an almost-three-year old can understand.
Astarion does not take his shirt off in public. He hasn’t since your days in camp all those years ago, when it had been an unfortunate necessity from time to time. But he always hated it.
His scars are not something Astarion is particularly fond of revealing; even your former campmates have never caught sight of his back since the old days. You know as much. So your only choice, really, is to try and reason with the child.
It’s not working.
Gale is crying now, and his growing frustration is quickly making him overheated. His face and body are both turning red as he wails. Despite the magic dampener around his neck, you both know there will soon be a gust of wind knocking the entire tent down if he isn’t soothed.
“Gale, darling, won’t you please let mommy—“
You’re cut off by a shrill scream. The toddler becomes more red; large patches of crimson are splotched across his face and arms. The breeze is starting to pick up quite suspiciously. It won’t be much longer before—
“Look, Gale! Look at daddy!” Your husband exclaims, and when you glance to the side, you see that Astarion has willingly ripped off his own shirt. The muscle feathering in his jaw shows his discomfort, despite the fact the tent is shielding his back from any potential onlookers.
This catches the little boy’s attention. His green eyes snap open and he begins to relax as he examines his father and realizes the older man is, in fact, shirtless. Gale giggles and then tries to rip his own shirt off, though it gets caught around his neck and Astarion has to lean forward to help him.
The toddler grins at his father, “We match ‘gain, daddy!”
And then he’s back to playing in the sand, the entire tantrum all but forgotten on his part.
You quietly watch your husband, where he is still sitting nearly frozen, clearly working through something in his own mind. He’s wearing that faraway, glassy look in his eyes. The look has become exceedingly rare over time, but still rears its ugly head every once in a while.
Your hand finds its way to Astarion’s, where he’s dug it down into the sand, simply trying to clutch onto something in an attempt to keep himself together.
When your fingers brush against your husband’s, his eyes snap to you, and he’s pulled from whatever thought had been racing through his mind as he threads his fingers through yours. Now he’s clutching onto you.
“You’re a good father, you know.” You murmur, focusing your eyes on your husband’s as you rub the back of his hand with your thumb. A moment of silence passes between the two of you as he simply nods in acknowledgment, unable to bring himself to say anything as he sits in discomfort. Gale is singing happily as he scoops more sand into his bucket, oblivious to the two of you.
You flash a wide grin at Astarion and his eyebrows crinkle as he watches you, not understanding why.
“I think the twins think so, too, daddy.” You whisper, and you bring his sandy hand to your stomach, where the first few flutterings of movement can barely be felt beneath the stretching skin.
For just a moment, Astarion forgets himself as he beams and moves to place a kiss on the swell of your abdomen. Anyone looking at your family might have caught the quickest glimpse of his scars in that single, fleeting instance. But then the moment is gone, and he lays down with a sigh, obscuring his back completely.
“I just did it because I couldn’t be bothered to pitch the tent again if Gale accidentally blew it down, my love.” Your husband says in that offhanded, airy way of his that he uses whenever he’s feeling particularly vulnerable.
And right there, you think that may be the second lie Astarion has ever told you since your discussion at Moonrise Towers all those years ago.
@tragedybunny @baldurs-beach Can I submit a work to your summer creativity event that I’ve already posted a long time ago but it fits the theme and I really love it? Please? ☀️ 🥰
Welcome to the Baldur's Gate 3 Summer Creativity Event.
The idea is to bring the community together to create works around a summer theme!
FAQ:
How does it work? Create a work (art, writing, embroidery, song, anything) based on Baldur's Gate 3 with a summer theme. This blog will share them through the summer. (June through August)
Do I have to follow certain prompts: A list of prompts is below, but fitting in one of them isn't required, as long your work is appropriately summer themes.
How will you share the works? Either @ the blog or submit your post! There will also be an AO3 collection (coming soon). Please don't just tag with a hash tag because that will be very hard to share.
Are there any ratings guide lines? Nope! Just tag appropriately please!
Who can participate? Anyone 18+ since there is not interest in policing who submits what content.
Who's running this thing? Just me, @tragedybunny
Anything else? Please share so lots of people can participate.
AO3 Collection is live!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Prompt list:
Ocean / waves
Sun / Sunburn
Heat / Humidity
Beach / Sand / Sandcastles /Sea glass
Ice cream
Sunsets
Calimshan and Amn
The Sea of Fallen Stars (pirate region on forgotten realms)
Festival / County Fair
Summer flowers / night blooming flowers
Beach Party
BBQ
Travel
Bonfire / campfire stories
Swimming/ water / first time swimming in the ocean
Welcome to the Baldur's Gate 3 Summer Creativity Event.
The idea is to bring the community together to create works around a summer theme!
FAQ:
How does it work? Create a work (art, writing, embroidery, song, anything) based on Baldur's Gate 3 with a summer theme. This blog will share them through the summer. (June through August)
Do I have to follow certain prompts: A list of prompts is below, but fitting in one of them isn't required, as long your work is appropriately summer themes.
How will you share the works? Either @ the blog or submit your post! There will also be an AO3 collection (coming soon). Please don't just tag with a hash tag because that will be very hard to share.
Are there any ratings guide lines? Nope! Just tag appropriately please!
Who can participate? Anyone 18+ since there is not interest in policing who submits what content.
Who's running this thing? Just me, @tragedybunny
Anything else? Please share so lots of people can participate.
AO3 Collection is live!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Prompt list:
Ocean / waves
Sun / Sunburn
Heat / Humidity
Beach / Sand / Sandcastles /Sea glass
Ice cream
Sunsets
Calimshan and Amn
The Sea of Fallen Stars (pirate region on forgotten realms)
Festival / County Fair
Summer flowers / night blooming flowers
Beach Party
BBQ
Travel
Bonfire / campfire stories
Swimming/ water / first time swimming in the ocean
A/N: Another smutty Austen inspired work with a bit of fluff! This time in a universe outside of BG3. There definitely seems to be a weather theme in these one-shots. Maybe they'll fuck in the snow next, who knows?
The Festival of Shieldmeet had dominated conversations throughout the city all summer long. With the event occurring only once every four years, the anticipation had reached a fever pitch, rendering even the sweltering heatwave a minor inconvenience. The idea of postponing or, heaven forbid, cancelling such a revered social event due to something as minor as the weather was simply inconceivable.
The festival was being held in the sprawling grounds belonging to some Lord or Lady who had earned the privilege of hosting. In the heart of a large, manicured, bloom-laden garden stood a bandstand where bards were tuning their instruments, ready to serenade the guests with summer melodies. Alongside it stretched a long table adorned with dishes piled high with the richest Waterdhavian delicacies. Attendants in crisp uniforms weaved through the crowds, bearing trays laden with sparkling drinks in tall glasses, as well as refreshing juices and icy water. There also seemed to be tables scattered around with trays stacked with rolled up flannels sitting in ice, patiently waiting to be scooped up and dabbed at the forehead of the sweltering guests - These seemed to be a welcome addition, as there was scarcely any shade to be found anywhere.
Tav found herself in a state of utter misery. Seeking solace from the stifling crowds, she had retreated to the embrace of the shade beneath an oak tree bordering the garden, where she fervently fanned herself out of sight. She had naively and desperately assumed that the shade would cool her, but despite the protection from the sun’s direct attention the air was still just as cloying, and squeezed her with suffocating stillness. What she wouldn’t give for even the whisper of a breeze. The sad little paper fan she had acquired was doing very little work for her, just pushing the warmth forwards and heating her even further in her efforts to keep it moving.
For some inexplicable reason she couldn't recall, she had chosen to don her finest silk gown over a whalebone corset. It hugged her curves with an unforgiving grip, accentuating her form and lifting her breasts. With a smile as wide as her hips, she had admired herself in the mirror before departing. However, that smile faded the moment she stepped out of her cooled carriage and into the searing heat of the midday sun. She had immediately noticed the guests dressed in garments far more suited to the occasion than her own.
What a foolish notion this had been, she mused, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. She had no idea what had driven this madness. Well.. she thought as she peeked out from behind the tree and across at the crowd gathered in the garden, maybe she had a slight idea.
Gale Dekarios was an exceptionally handsome man who exuded infuriating arrogance, boundless pride, and endless charm. From their first encounter at the spring ball, he had claimed her attention at every subsequent event. She had ‘accidentally’ stepped on his foot during one of their early dances, after he had explained to her his proficiency with magic and his gallant willingness to at least try and teach her some of his simpler spells. He had laughed at her annoyance, apologised profusely, and kissed her hand at the end of the evening. She had been aflame ever since.
Throughout the season, they had fallen into a familiar routine. Their ritual involved stealing glances at one another, offering subtle gestures of acknowledgment, and then both making a concerted effort not to meet eyes again. Yet, inevitably, one of them would find themselves drawn towards the other. It was a dance of restraint, leaving Tav exhilarated each time, despite the exhausting choreography. She was never really sure who was leading the dance, but at this moment, sweating and flustered and hiding behind a tree, Tav decided it probably wasn’t her.
As each evening would draw to a close, he would always bid her goodnight with a kiss upon her hand, each time lingering longer than the last, and tell her how much he was looking forward to their next meeting. Upon returning home, Tav would often find herself lost in fantasies, imagining his hand tangled in her hair, his lips tracing the curves of her body. More often than not, these night-time reveries ended with her own desperate touch and his name cried out from her lips.
In the privacy of sweet slumber, she would dream of their next encounter, eagerly anticipating another opportunity to engage in their dance and hoping to step on his feet once more.
Maybe she had more magic in her than she realised, as her very thoughts appeared to have summoned him to her hiding place.
“Ah, Miss Taventon. I thought I spotted you retreating all the way out here.” He greeted her with his customary charm. As always, he was a vision to behold, with his dark, mischievously glinting eyes and sweeping brown locks pulled back from his face. Clad in simple yet impeccably tailored attire—a snug waistcoat over a pristine white shirt, adorned with a luxurious silken cravat, and well-fitted breeches. Frustratingly, he looked completely unaffected by the blistering warmth, and Tav thought she must look like a sweating, breathless fool in comparison. She only had time to be embarrassed momentarily, before she realised the precarious nature of their situation. For the first time, they were properly alone together and Tav blushed at the thought of being found with him behind a tree so far away from the party. There would be a scandal.
“Mr. Dekarios, a pleasure.” She looked around to try and see if anyone would catch them in their compromising seclusion, but it appeared they were safe for now. “I’m afraid you’ve caught me a little affected by the heat. I was just after a moment of respite.” She began to fan herself more fervently.
“Understandable, I'm sure. For one not versed in magic.” His smugness had returned, and Tav always treated it as a welcome challenge.
“Well, not all of us are as exceptional as you” She batted her eyelashes at him sweetly and took in his cool, handsome appearance. “Let me guess, enchanted clothing?” He bowed his head in confirmation of her appraisal, still looking smug and annoyingly unflustered by the heat. “A shame it could not chill your ego, but alas, I suppose your talent has to end somewhere.”
His smile in return was genuine. He very much enjoyed her banter. Almost as much as he enjoyed seeing her sweating under the shade of the giant oak tree.
He raised a hand in mock defeat. “Peace, my lady. I came bearing a gift. In an effort to cool your skin, and perhaps even your temper.” She really was ravishing in this state, he thought, overheated and fiery. He wondered whether she was aware of his true intentions in seeking her out. It was the final event of the summer season, and as such, their elaborate game would have to come to an end.
As she reached out to accept the cool towel he offered, a surge of boldness seized him. With a swift motion, he closed the distance between them until he was almost pressed against her, and with a tender touch, he placed the cold flannel against the side of her neck. He had hoped it would elicit a reaction from her, at the very least a small gasp of surprise, but she remained silent. She just watched him as the droplets from the towel trailed slow down her neck, caressing her collarbone in the way his fingers ached to, and gathering to rest glistening on the shelf of her breasts which had been pushed up by her corset.
He had thoughts of ripping it off her. The silk of her dress would tear like tissue in his practised hands, and he would cast the tatters of it into the wind and spend an entire afternoon finding where the pools of her sweat gathered. He ached to know what undergarments she was wearing, what colour, how the material would taste if he pressed his tongue against. It. He hoped it was white cotton, something the scent and taste of her would cling to - so damp with sweat and desire that he would be able to see her dark curls through the material.
He could feel the cooling enchantment wrapped round him waning as his concentration and resolve were tested. Damn heat. Damn woman. She knew exactly what she was doing. Who wears a silk-wrapped corset in a heatwave? Each bead of sweat and whisper of her heated musk was a siren’s call, and he was determined to drown himself in the ocean of her.
“I am no expert in fashion, Miss Taventon, but I must question the decision to wear a silk gown in such conditions. Surely linen, or cotton would have been preferable? Or maybe one enjoys the sensations brought on by basking in such stifling heat?” His tone was more frustrated than he meant it to be.
“I thought it would be light and cooling, Saer. Not all of us are gifted with the ability to enchant our clothing.” She narrowed her eyes at him, and wondered if every item he was wearing was enchanted.. She quickly snapped out of her musings “An unfortunate error on my part, I hadn’t taken into account the lack of breeze, or the…”
“Stickiness?” He said, focusing intently on dabbing her neck and chest with the flannel and not meeting her eyes.
“The humidity. Yes.”
He took a break from his attentions and discarded the flannel, to take a leisurely sip of his drink. The droplets of condensation cascaded down the glass like tiny beads of sweat. Tav couldn't help but watch, a pang of envy stirring within her as she observed the icy water slip downwards and through his fingers. There was too much electric heat here, strung out in the very air, no amount of cool water would save her. She needed to be swathed by him, to smother the flames until they burnt out into ash. Even then, she was certain there would be embers enough to fan back to roaring flame at just one breathy word from him. She was doomed kindling.
The soft clink of ice against glass filled the air as he drank, his gaze never wavering from hers. With intent, he parted his lips slightly, allowing a single ice cube to slide into his mouth. She couldn't tear her eyes away as he savoured it, rolling it around his mouth with his tongue.
“Most refreshing.” He breathed, after a long, heavy swallow, “Could I tempt you with a sip?”
“I..Maybe.. This heat has caused quite a desperate thirst. Although I notice you have only brought one glass. How impolite of you” She dropped her fan to the ground in vexation, stupid thing was not doing anything to help. There was no saving her now.
He smirked and bowed his head slightly. “Not to worry, dear lady.” His eyes darkened and his voice became a heated command. “Open your mouth for me”
At first there was shock, but then without question she did as she was told, like a girl entranced. With a deft movement of his fingers, he plucked another ice cube from his glass and placed it delicately on her waiting tongue.
Tav saw a chance and took it.
Before he could withdraw his hand, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist, and the surprise in his eyes lit her like a firework. She burned for these moments, for any slip in his resolve, any evidence behind the refinery and politeness that there were things she could do that would shock him. If there was a crack in his armour, she would slip in like water and drown him in sin.
Locking eyes with him, she held his gaze steady as she took control. With a boldness she hadn't known she possessed, she leaned forward and enveloped his fingers in her mouth, sucking gently and letting the ice cube melt against her tongue in a sweet rush of cold. It was a calculated move, a daring play, and as she released his hand, a flicker of satisfaction fluttered in her eyes. The game was afoot, and she was changing the rules.
She let go of his fingers, and smiled innocently. “How right you are as always, Mr.Dekarios. Most refreshing.” She lilted, still sucking on the remnants of the ice in her mouth.
He had suddenly lost his footing. The blood that was keeping him focused and leading their little game had suddenly re-routed elsewhere, and he was struggling to compose thoughts. He had no words, so actions would have to do.
He drew closer to her, the space between them shrinking, and he reached out his hand to trace a delicate path from the warmth of her flushed cheek, along the elegant curve of her jaw, down to the hollow of her throat. There, just above the gentle rise and fall of her bosom, he noticed a glistening bead of sweat, which he captured with his fingertip. Bringing it to his lips, he savoured it, and made a noise of growling satisfaction. Her breath hitched beautifully in response.
"It appears you're still uncomfortably warm. I'd hardly be a gentleman if I allowed you to suffer like this." With a languid sip of his drink, he popped another ice cube into his mouth.
“You are no…”
He aimed to catch off guard before she could finish. He closed what little gap was left between them and all playfulness burned away in the heat, leaving nothing but desperation. Fuck games, fuck dancing around each other, and fuck that ridiculous silk dress she was wearing. She had won their game, and her prize would be for him to take her the way he had been wanting to for the entire summer.
His glass fell to the ground with no thought at all, and he grabbed at her waist. Pushing her back against the tree and pinning her there with a leg between her thighs. He finally earned a gasp of surprise from her, as he pushed his lips against her throat, and pressed the ice cube against her pulsing skin with his tongue.
The noise she made was tantalisingly balanced between relief and desire, and he kept the ice firmly against her as he moved it further down her neck, mimicking the trail of sweat his finger had traced earlier. He delighted in the way her skin prickled as the ice caressed her. She was divine. He wanted to tease her until she lost all of her brazen stares and cutting banter, and all that was left was a puddle of a woman. He wanted to undo her the way he would her clothes, and watch her fall apart under his hands, his tongue, the push of his hips…
"Someone... Will..." Her voice came out in gasping pleas as he continued caressing her with the ice. "Find us..." He needed to remove that damn corset soon; restricted breathing wasn't conducive to the way he wanted to hear her cry out for him— completely unbound. A fleeting desire crossed his mind to restrain her in other ways, at other times. But for now, he simply needed to see how the heat had flushed her body, with as little material between them as possible.
“You think I would allow anyone else to see you like this? I am not a man who shares his treasure.” His cocky little grin made a slight reappearance as he pulled his lips away from her damp skin to meet her eyes and offer some cooling sincerity. “A spell has been cast, no one will see nor hear us. You are safe with me, my dream. Always.”
He lost himself to a moment of softness, and caressed her face with total adoration.
“I have craved the taste of you all summer. The sun itself could not burn me in the way you have. I am a scorch mark, I am the cindered ashes of all restraint. You are my sun. And no one else will gaze upon you the way I will.”
There was no response adequate to match the sudden delicacy of his words, leaving Tav momentarily speechless. In that fleeting moment of enraptured, adoring silence, Gale misunderstood her reaction, his beautiful face falling with concern, fearing he had unwittingly caused her distress.
“Tell me you do not desire me, that this soft heat inflaming you is not at least partly caused by your feelings for me. Tell me I have imagined your eyes searching for me, your playful need for my hands on you as we dance, and I will leave it at this. I will have spent a summer loving you, and it will have been the brightest and warmest of all my seasons.”
He loved her. The air suddenly felt lighter. He was the breeze she had been craving.
Her bright smile cracked through the initial shock of his confession, and relief swept over him like a tide. “I know you have a vivid imagination, Mr. Dekarios. But put it away, it is not needed here. I have attended each event only in the hope of being in your presence. It seems we both have had a summer well spent.” She kissed him then; sweetly, lovingly and he laughed enough for the crinkles between his eyes to appear.
It did not take long for the damned dress to be torn from the skin of her sweat-slicked body. For the corset to be ripped from its bindings. For the softness of her breasts to find their place against his tongue, nipples peaking as though the heat didn’t exist, his hot breath and cool tongue creating a heady mix of magic which made her skin sing.
Tomorrow, there would be rough marks on her back from the bark of the tree - but for now the slight pain only added to the overwhelming sensations which crawled their way over her body, her sweat mingling with his as he tore off his shirt and pressed himself against her. Caging her against the trunk. His skin was cool against hers, and steam danced between them as though melted steel was being forged by cool water. He was hard, she could feel it.
His tongue flattened at her skin of her neck and her breasts, and licked away the lust-induced sweat his affection had caused. The fresh, salty taste may as way have been laced with liquor for the effect it was having on him. She tasted of sweet wine with the faint hint of salt. It was subtle, but he needed something richer.
His attention moved downwards, and It was not long till he reached that most sacred place, where he had been aching to lose himself in scent and taste. He took his time and inhaled her. Using his nose to caress her sweet spot as he relished in the full-bodied flavour of her.
As soon as his mouth began lavishing her, she realised he had somehow extended the cooling enchantment to his tongue. Her head was thrown back against the tree in ecstasy, the press of his mouth against her quickly becoming too much for her to handle. There was a brief moment of self-consciousness, where she worried about how the heat of the day would affect her taste. But the worry was soon lost, the thought drowned out by the sound of his appreciation and the realisation that he was stroking himself as he devoured her.
He was dedicated in his endeavour, although no amount of skin-tingling magic would be able to balm the fire coursing through her veins. She thought she would never cool, that she would be a woman on fire for the rest of her love-fuelled days. The sensation was mesmeric, and she could not remember a sweeter sensation than this man on his knees in front of her, face buried between her legs and using his tongue to caress her with such enthusiasm she felt as though she would fall apart. And fall apart she did. It was euphoric, and her hands gripped his hair fiercely as she crashed over rocks in reckless pleasure.
When he came back up to meet her he was breathless and lust-drunk, giddy as a school-boy and stoked as a bonfire. “There has never been a sweeter taste than you, my love.” He kissed her then, languidly, passionately - intent on sharing the riches of his exploration. Tav could taste herself in his kiss. They may as well have been sharing wine between their lips.
“If you don’t fuck me soon, Gale, I swear I will combust.”
He laughed at this. At the desperation, at the slight annoyance in her voice, at the fact this was the first time she had ever said his given name and she had thrown it at him as a demand to push her against the tree and bury himself inside her. What a woman.
He needed no further invitation; shedding the confines of his breeches, he pressed himself slowly into her warmth, and she made the most delicious groaning sound he had ever heard. This woman could drive him to madness, and thankfully he was aware that his earlier attentions ensured he need not be overly gentle. Knowing that his endurance would be short-lived, thanks to the fervour he had stoked within himself while bringing her to climax against his tongue, he abandoned all pretense of restraint. Together they were primal, the tension that had been building between them releasing in pure, carnal desire.
Though a gentleman might have exercised more self-control, such decorum was a luxury he couldn't afford in the presence of such irresistible temptation. Stripped of his clothes, he found himself as vulnerable to the unrelenting heat of the day as Tav, and soon, his focused, determined passion ignited a sheen of sweat upon his skin.
Tav’s payback could not have been any sweeter, as soon as she noticed the sweat trickling down his neck she took her chance and licked it from his bronzed, silken skin. His response was a delicious, low moan and his rhythm faltered into something more urgent, unbound. His grip tightening, one of his hands found its way to rest gently against her throat so he could feel the deep moans rumbling against his palm as he fucked her.
“I love you” She breathed. And that’s all it takes. He is suddenly hurtling over a precipice and into sweet, tight oblivion.
They both collapse onto the ground, sweaty, burnt-out, euphoric. And they fall into uninhibited laughter as they realise they can hear the band playing a jaunty tune in the distance, and the chatter of the ever-growing crowd is closer than they initially thought.
“You are still hidden from prying eyes, my dream.” Gale offered reassurance as he kissed her head. “And I will conjure up some suitable clothing for you, don’t worry.”
“That is most generous of you Saer, but please - by the Gods, no corset and no silk.”
Welcome to the Baldur's Gate 3 Summer Creativity Event.
The idea is to bring the community together to create works around a summer theme!
FAQ:
How does it work? Create a work (art, writing, embroidery, song, anything) based on Baldur's Gate 3 with a summer theme. This blog will share them through the summer. (June through August)
Do I have to follow certain prompts: A list of prompts is below, but fitting in one of them isn't required, as long your work is appropriately summer themes.
How will you share the works? Either @ the blog or submit your post! There will also be an AO3 collection (coming soon). Please don't just tag with a hash tag because that will be very hard to share.
Are there any ratings guide lines? Nope! Just tag appropriately please!
Who can participate? Anyone 18+ since there is not interest in policing who submits what content.
Who's running this thing? Just me, @tragedybunny
Anything else? Please share so lots of people can participate.
AO3 Collection is live!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Prompt list:
Ocean / waves
Sun / Sunburn
Heat / Humidity
Beach / Sand / Sandcastles /Sea glass
Ice cream
Sunsets
Calimshan and Amn
The Sea of Fallen Stars (pirate region on forgotten realms)
Festival / County Fair
Summer flowers / night blooming flowers
Beach Party
BBQ
Travel
Bonfire / campfire stories
Swimming/ water / first time swimming in the ocean
