sup, i'm molly or SheOfBadIdeas on ao3, and i write. a lot. of bg3 fic because i am Unwell. I focus primarily on F/F and M/F starring the bitchy goth companions and the moon lesbians, but there's a couple of other fics in there too.
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Shadowheart/Aylin/Isobel And Strive to Taste of All Things Holy
part one, Dame Aylin's Home for Wayward Girls (complete, 12/12, E, 27k words) - Isobel POV (primarily) on a Shadowheart origin, as she and Aylin grow closer to the not-quite-Sharran and help her unpack her trauma. H/C, with plenty of fluff and a bit of smut. Isobel knows a thing or two about complicated pasts. After all, she was dead for a hundred years, and has only recently awoken to a world that looks so little like the one she left behind. Not that the realm was ever peaceful, mind, but the shadow curse has distorted all that was once familiar to her, made it into something bulging and hideous and wrong like one of those mirrors at the Circus of the Last Days. ⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹
part two, Hymnals, Major and Minor (ongoing, 1/3, E, 3k words) - Shadowheart POV post-canon fluff and smut fic where Aylin and Isobel decide to romance Shadowheart properly in the wake of their return to normalcy.
“We want to date you,” Isobel tells Shadowheart about a month after the fall of the Netherbrain. Aylin solemnly nods her agreement.
Shadowheart shoots them both a funny look. “That’s good,” she says, bemused. “Seeing as how we’re already together.”
“No, my love,” Aylin corrects her. “We wish to court you.” ⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹ part three, After the Equinox (complete, 1/1, G, 2k words) - Shadowheart POV post-canon dealing with the emotional fallout from being the savior of Baldur's Gate. H/C, angst. Snapshots of a hero's life after the apocalypse. Shadowheart saved the world. She just isn't sure that's enough. ⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹ Shadowheart/Astarion of street names & subway wall prophecies (ongoing, 10/?, E, 50k words) - Shadowheart POV, a (very loose) Buffy crossover fic set in 2001 NYC where she is the Slayer and Astarion is still Cazador's spawn. There is no need to have watched Buffy or even know anything about it, as it's really only tangentially related aside from a few easter eggs. This is a fic about the two of them pushing against the confines of their oppressive fates at any cost, about the million ways they try to outrun the inevitable. Background Isobel/Aylin.
Shadowheart doesn’t get a lot of texts, generally. But she’s sure been getting them lately—we should catch ups and you good?s and, in her boss’s case, If you don’t show up to your Tuesday shift, you can forget about coming backs.
They all have a subtle undertone of where have you been?
It’s a fair question, if she’s honest. She just isn’t really sure how to answer.
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If she’s honest, Shadowheart has never much cared for Astarion, even before his grand vampiric debut. And she’s pretty confident he returns the sentiment.
He’s not exactly made the best impression so far, has he, what with pulling a knife on Tav and then assaulting her in the middle of the night. Doesn’t help that he’s a bit of a pompous twat, either. ⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹
Astarion/Tav
in the land where no gods answer (ongoing, 1/?, T for now, 1.5k words) - The Nautiloid crashes in Avernus, instead of the Sword Coast. The party, led by a nonverbal tiefling druid named Faun, has to fight their way out of the Hells if they have any hope of saving themselves--and the world. Faun awakens to a sky on fire. ⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹ take a bite out of me for dinner first (complete, 1/1, E, 2.6k words) - Tav doesn't let Astarion bite her, so he masters the art of the hard sell. Eyefucking and transactional sex.
The first time it happens, Tav almost convinces herself she’s hallucinating it.
It’s the kind of thing that would make her sound paranoid if she said it out loud, that Astarion looks at her funny when he feeds on Flind. Because it’s not like he’s staring at her; their eye contact only lasts a moment. She can’t even really put her finger on what makes it so weird, except that there’s a kind of intensity to the way his gaze meets her own.
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Astarion/The Dark Urge
drunk on the taste (of my blood in your mouth) (complete, 1/1, E, 3.5k words) - Moxie doesn't mind Astarion feeding from her. She just wishes he'd be a little messier about it. Bloodplay fic.
The second problem, if it can even really be called that, is that Astarion doesn’t get enough of her blood on his mouth when he feeds. It’s understandable, Moxie thinks, because he wants to consume as much of it as possible. And if it ends up on skin or the ground then he can’t drink it as easily. But she would like it a lot more if he could be covered in it, drenched in it, if there were puddles of it that he could step in and then leave bloody footprints all over camp with. ⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹
burn the earth & salt the ashes (complete, 1/1, E, 2.9k words) - Ascended!Astarion and Redeemed!Durge reckoning with their choices and the consequences to their relationship. Also, cock worship.
He might not be the man she used to love anymore, but he is still the man that she loves. So Mint stays. ⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹ Shadowheart/Lae'zel to forgive is human and failure is divine (ongoing, 2/?, E, 9.7k words) - Magical realism/Modern Faerûn AU where Shadowheart is a divinity school dropout and Lae'zel is the asshole she can't help getting into bar fights with. Girlfailures in love. Every time she prods at the tender flesh, that same odd feeling from last night returns. Like her guts are all twisted up inside, as though they might just crawl up her throat and out of her mouth at any moment. Her stomach, too, is not quite so hollow as it was before. Or, rather, now she finally has the appetite to fill it, the desire to gorge herself until she is rid of this persistent hunger. It makes her feel a little like she swallowed a tapeworm. ⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹ i'll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor (complete, 1/1, M, 1k words) - a short, but intense, rumination on their relationship But like usual, Shadowheart comes to find there is no bottom waiting for her. There is no limit to her ability to fall. Lae’zel is a sunk cost and Shadowheart is an expert at finding new ways to keep losing. ⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹ i wanna tear you apart (complete, 1/1, E, 3.5k words) - The VERY FIRST fic I wrote for this fandom, and the first fic I'd written in 4 years. And now I've written 150k of Baldur's Gate fic. Crazypants. Essentially, this is what might have happened if Tav hadn't interrupted Shadowheart and Lae'zel's fight. Knifeplay and bloodplay.
Shadowheart doesn't know why she wakes her up. ⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹⋆.˚⋆₊ ⊹
Raphael/Tav
make a mess, lioness (Raphael/Tav, ongoing, 5/?, E, 16.5k words) - A progressively escalating game of sex chicken between a hero and the devil who is obsessed with her.
Raphael knows how to wait.
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sick as a god (Raphael/Tav, ongoing, 1/?, T, 1.7k words) - a cleric Tav who came back wrong and a devil walk into a bar, and the bartender wonders why the Tav has no soul.
The last thing Gracia remembers is dying.
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Misc. other pairings
esmeltar red supernova (Karlach/Shadowheart/Lae'zel, complete, 1/1, E, 1.7k words) - The female companions lamenting about Tav being interested in someone else at the tiefling party leads to a voyeuristic threesome.
It’s been surprisingly enjoyable, this tiefling party.
Though, in fairness, Karlach’s expectations had been pretty damn low. Ever since she saw the way Tav looked at Astarion, she knew she wasn’t going to be the bard’s first choice for company, this night or any other. She can’t really say she blames the dwarf; it’s hard, to commit to a lover you can’t even touch.
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cat scratch fever strut (Gale/Tav, complete, 1/1, E, 2.1k words) - Gale gets used to the idea of Haarlep using Tav's form.
The first time he sees it happen is almost immediately after leaving the House of Hope. Tav is walking in her usual stride until her step stutters, and the tiniest gasp escapes from her lips. To anyone who doesn’t know her the way Gale does, he is sure it just looks as though she is startled by her small stumble. But Gale knows better, can see the way the dusky brown of her skin darkens and grows rosy with the blood rising to her neck.
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five times tav takes a load in the face (and one time she takes a load everywhere) (Tav/pretty much everyone at some point, ongoing, 1/6, E, 1.9k words) - What it says on the tin, really. Crack treated seriously with a Tav who uses sex as a form of affection to comfort her friends. Currently only the Gale chapter is up.
Tav lets Gale “teach” her how to channel the Weave, never mind that she’s a bard and never mind that he already knows that. She figures the least she can do for him is let him monologue; she sees the thin wire of tension that’s been pulling tight between his shoulder blades of late, and she assumes it’s from him worrying about the orb. Tav knows he’s afraid of the apparent change happening within it, knows Gale is wondering if he’s finally at the end of the line and bound to detonate at any moment.
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He takes her to a tiny dive bar called Slippery Chip’s Horse Hole, which Kira has never heard of before and which she doesn’t really like the vibe of. Everyone here looks mean, and there are a couple of dart boards on one back wall that are situated so close to a pool table it has to be a safety hazard.
“It’s the best place for betting on horses in the entire city,” Enver tells her as they sit down at an unsettlingly sticky table. “They take bets over the legal limit off the books. Very discreet.”
