for anyone who needs it or might enjoy it, here are the pearls i gathered after spending a couple days going through all the fics in the edgin darvis/xenk yendar ao3 tag. you’re welcome. <3
Sunlight is a Kind of Burning by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels E 23k
Ed’s excited to get his life back on track in the wake of saving Neverwinter. He’s less excited at how a certain paladin keeps popping up everywhere he goes.
Except for how he’s starting to miss the guy when he’s not around.
Yeah, let’s not think about that too hard.
Braided Threads by stele3 M 13k
“Xenk?”
Turning, Xenk watched Edgin enter the stables at a jog, then stumble to a halt. He looked at Xenk’s face and visibly blanched. It had been some time since he had done thus; Xenk could hardly blame him. The mark on his forehead had caused so many to recoil from him over the years.
“Nice, uh, nice horse,” Edgin said after a moment.
“Greetings, Edgin Darvis,” Tyr said aloud.
Xenk wiped tears from his face. “Edgin, I present to you my god: Tyr, the Sword Above the Clouds, Keeper of the Door.”
Curse of the Green Hag by Moorishflower E 16k
“For the crime of attempting to parlay, the hag has cursed me to fall prey to my most bestial urges. Either to secret myself to the woods and there lose my mind, or else to succumb to overwhelming desire for the first creature to touch me. It is why…” Here, a spark of Xenk’s old self-righteousness flares in his eyes. “…I begged you not to touch me. And now here we are.”
“In my defense, you weren’t really coherent,” Ed says weakly.
Three months after the defeat of Sofina, Xenk shows up on Ed’s new doorstep needing help with a very specific curse.
tys hard to be a seinte in the cytie by indigostohelit E 4k
“The Material Planes are not realms of punishment,” said Xenk. “The gods no more deny us the warmth of physical pleasure than they would the warmth of the sun. They only warn us, through each, of the dangers that lie in excess.”
“…Huh,” said Ed again, and, lacking further retort, grabbed up the new tankard and swigged deeply. Then he spat it across the bar.
“This is water, though,” said Xenk peacefully. “You are going to have a hangover in the morning.”
Hero of Another Story by Banhus M 11k
The largely accidental courtship of Edgin Darvis, or: Edgin and Xenk negotiate over a question of genre.
To the Ends of the Earth by Moorishflower M 20k
“It is done,” Xenk says. He holds up his own right hand to demonstrate, displaying the golden light that is already sinking into his gauntlet and disappearing beneath. “We are bound, you and I, until the magic is dispelled.”
“What the fuck,” Edgin whispers. He scrabbles at his sleeve, yanking it up to examine the faintly-glowing runes that have encircled his wrist. “What the fuck? What do you mean, bound?”
Sent by the High Harpers to retrieve a criminal to aid in a desperate mission, and authorized to use binding magic to ensure his cooperation, Xenk comes to understand and long for the former Harper agent Edgin Darvis during the tenday they spend in Icewind Dale, surrounded on all sides by ice, and cold, and endless lonely nothingness.
Mark of the Thay by BlankPersonality E 93k WIP
Edgin didn’t escape the Beckoning Death untouched. He survived, yes, but it left him with a familiar mark. The visions of Zia that had haunted him since that day complicated things too. And now Xenk is at his door…?
areudirty
kaledo-art
vaporwave
yousharknotpass
