A Tale Of Suns, Moons, And Our Lives In Between.

ElleKhen | Ao3 Author & Digital Artist | USA Current Fandoms: Pillars of Eternity, Avowed, Baldur’s Gate 3, Dragon Age, Citizen Sleeper

[ellekhen]

Hi there, I'm Elle! ✨

I write fanfiction for Avowed, Pillars of Eternity, BG3, Citizen Sleeper, and Dragon Age. I've also recently been getting back into fan art, which you can find under my art tag.

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Thank you for visiting, and I hope you enjoy!

Scroll on for a list of my main works — both series and standalone. The art below is by Drathe, Valentina Paz, Yam (oursindraws), and myself.

Baldur's Gate 3 ⚔️

A tale of suns, moons, and our lives in between (Series) - MaleTav x Astarion

Stories centered around the journeys of the tiefling warlock Church, who seems intent on upheaving a cynical Astarion’s life of cruel and calculated chicanery. Whether it’s all for the better remains to be seen; but either way, Church isn’t going anywhere anytime soon — and Astarion finds he prefers it that way.

You can find more posts centered around these two in the #churchstarion tag!

No Hard Feelings - FemTav x Wyll

In which Wyll happens to falls in love with a cleric of Tiamat — one he has unknowingly met before.

The Constance of Time - FemTav x Gale

Fics inspired by @grovyrosegirl's OC, Connie Lamalet.

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Avowed 🍄

Somata (Series) - FemEnvoy x Kai

These are the stories of Kai and Stell, ranging from the silly, to the sappy, to the strange, and to the somber. It is thanks to these adventures together that Kai and Stell’s chaotic and rushed beginnings turn into a bond made stronger by their pasts; not in spite of them.

If You Could See Me Now - MaleEnvoy x Marius

Traveling with the imperial envoy has reminded Marius to expect the unexpected. Perhaps it should not have come as a surprise to him, then, that the one person who can see straight through him is someone who cannot see at all.

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Pillars of Eternity 💎

The Watcher's Gambit - MaleWatcher x Edér

When the Watcher asks if there could ever be more between them, it breaks Edér's heart to let his best friend down... and yet, he can't stop thinking about this possibility he had never considered before.

Can he love again? Should he bother trying?

She Who Watches the Watcher - MaleWatcher & The Steward

A visionary architect during her mortal life, the Steward feared death. There was no pleasure to be found in the idea of going around the Wheel, only to be reborn without any memory of the things she had learned and built during her lifetime. Besides, she had so much left to create; things her dying body no longer had the energy to follow through. And so she challenged her fate, choosing to bind herself to the grounds of Caed Nua in hopes of taking care of her masterpiece and her surrogate family for the rest of eternity. Alas, it seems that defying Berath's will has its consequences. Over the years, she has no choice but to watch as Caed Nua's curse continues to claim the lives of those she comes to love — including the Watcher, Maerwald, who had once brought a hope she hadn't felt in over a century. And then, when that hope fails and all seems lost, another Watcher comes to take his place — whether he means to or not.

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Dragon Age ❄️

Here Comes Trouble - FemRook x Neve

When Neve found out that Varric's recruit was a fellow Shadow Dragon, she thought she knew what to expect. At the very least, she thought she could keep things professional with a fellow abolitionist. But Rook — or Ryo, as Neve has come to know her — turns out to be far more than just another Tevinter soporati who longs to connect with her Elvhen culture, despite its current reckoning. As Ryo tries her best to keep the whole damn world from falling apart, Neve slowly understands just why she wants to be by Ryo's side through all of it... no matter the cost.

Chrome is a Drink Best Served Cold (Cyberpunk 2077 Crossover) - FemRook x Neve

Netrunner Neve Gallus has been hired by a certain fixer called 'the Viscount' to stop a Venatori ritual taking place the night of an exclusive party in the Golden City nightclub of Vyrantium.

Few things can surprise Neve about the Venatori gang these days. However, this ritual is unlike any she has encountered before. Alone, not even the best netrunner can break through the Venatori's security and fend off the rogue AI daemons ready to infect Vyrantium's entire net.

Fortunately, Neve won't be facing them alone. After all, the Viscount has hired a local merc as the muscle for this gig.

He calls her 'Rook.'

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Citizen Sleeper 🌱

Sleeper, wake up. - Nonbinary Sleeper x Lem

A story of the bonds Sleeper creates — and loses — throughout their time on The Eye. Mostly will be filling in the gaps between scenes that exist in game rather than reiterating any dialogue, but may end up taking some creative liberties with timing, characters' storylines and relationships, and the setting of The Eye.

the gods wait to delight in you - Nonbinary Sleeper x Peake

Peake and Sleeper have done all they can for the Eye. All they have to do is wait — but they need not wait alone.

[ellekhen]

Oh my god I’m sorry I’m too lazy to get these screenshots properly off of my Switch, but my partner got me a stylus so that I could finally bedazzle my kids. ✨🥹

(Bonus — Art imitates life: Me sending @grovyrosegirl my smut to beta:)

[ellekhen]

WIP Wednesday!

Tagged by @merrilynoblepriest and @gothyanki, so I waited patiently for a Wednesday and a lull in my writer’s block to coincide. Thanks for continuing to tag and believe in me! ✨

(During that time I actually wrote some very gay regency-era smut that I’m quite proud of. It was for a fairly dead fandom, so please check it out if you have a chance!)

Here’s something from an Avowed fic that has been on the back burner for quite a while:

Somewhere in Tâkowa, Ketari looked up at the sound of his name.

“Sorry,” he flushed. “What was that, sir?”

His boss — the Councillor — smiled from behind his desk.

“It’s alright,” he assured his aide. “You were busy.”

“I’m sorry sir,” Ketari stammered, shuffling through his papers. “I… I should be on top of all this. I just didn’t expect…”

“Hey,” the Councillor raised his hands. “I promise you — you’re doing alright.”

Ketari smiled shakily at him.

“You’re too kind, sir.”

The Councillor winced, “Hey, come on, when it’s just us? You can call me by my name.”

Ketari huffed a laugh, “You’ll forgive me, but it’ll be hard to break old habits.”

“Nekai, if you were following old habits you’d be calling my Unki,” the Councillor teased.

Ketari flushed. “Uncle!”

“That’s not what I heard.”

“Ugh!” his young aide huffed. “I’m trying to be professional!”

“And you’re doing great!” the Councillor assured him. “Look, if I give you an order, will you relax a bit?”

Ketari sighed, “It would help me feel useful, yes.”

“Then go find me some murkbrew, please,” the Councillor wheedled. “I’m about to pass out over here.”

“Of course… uncle… sir,” Ketari stammered. “You’ll want to be awake for when the delegation comes.”

The Councillor blinked up at him from the papers he had been scowling at.

“The… what?”

“The delegation that sailed in from the Living Lands, sir,” Ketari reminded him.

“Sailed?” the Councillor repeated. “In the past tense, I mean?”

“Yes, sir. They arrived two days early. Docked this morning, during the session,” his aide babbled. “Forgive me, sir. The ambassador’s accommodations are not quite ready, but I can work with the others to…”

“No need,” the Councillor waved him away exasperatedly. “Clear my day of meetings. Anything after the council’s welcome, I mean. I’ll apologize to the ambassador myself and offer alternate lodgings.”

His aide nodded, scribbling frantically.

“And Ketari?”

“Yes, sir?”

The Councillor was pacing, tapping on his lips.

“After the welcome, go on and take the rest of the day off,” he told his nephew.

Ketari blinked.

“Are you sure, sir?”

“I’m absolutely sure,” the Councillor assured him.

“Oh, well… thank you, sir!” Ketari grinned. “Um… what should I tell Mama about dinner? Will you still be coming?”

“No,” the Councillor replied quickly. “I mean, not with the ambassador here and all… there’ll be a lot of politicking and schmoozing and…”

“Of course,” Ketari nodded quickly. “Just don’t overwork yourself, uncle.”

The Councillor huffed a laugh.

“No promises,” he grinned down at his desk.

Any guesses to who the Councillor is…? 🤔

Tagging @grovyrosegirl, @littlebarghest, @kasumitanart , and @nightmarecait to share what they’ve been cooking!

[supertaliart]

Happy May the Fourth! I added a second page to this comic from last year!

[devinellekurtz]

The unexpected reason why the drive-through line is so long

[flyeatspeople]

The Watcher's best pet (Concelhaut)

[vicarfriedrich]

[ellekhen]

When You're Home

And now for something different! I read a lot of Cat Sebastian's books during my writer's block, and this is what ended up curing me of it in the end. I hope you enjoy!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Turner Series - Cat Sebastian Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lord Courtenay/Julian Medlock

Summary:

When Courtenay and Julian reunite at the Three Oaks, there's only so long they can bear to keep up appearances in public. They have been apart for too long, and there's nothing Courtenay wants more than to take Julian home and make up for lost time. An imagining of what happened shortly after that reunion towards the end of The Ruin of a Rake.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Excerpt below:

Julian had fought all his life to refine his image into one of propriety. 

And yet, here in the Three Oaks, it took everything in him not to sweep his tea aside, leap across the table, and gather Courtenay into his arms. 

It would be an embrace he had been aching to share even before he left Carrington Hall. Back then, he only had the time to press one last kiss to Courtenay’s lips before the panicking servants clamored in at the sound of the gunshot. And though the staging of that cacophonous charade had been preceded by a passionate reunion, it was never enough. 

As far as Julian was concerned, no stolen moment with Courtenay could ever be enough to satisfy his longing for him. 

And so, a week after that supposed confrontation, Julian had to make do with a soft, wistful kiss pressed to the letter he had received from Courtenay. He resisted the urge to reply straightaway back then, and instead plotted the next stage of their scheme to rehabilitate Courtenay’s reputation at last. 

The reason why Courtenay was sitting in front of him now was because Julian had entrusted a letter to the man delivering his horse earlier that day. Regrettably it was missing all the words he couldn’t write on paper for fear of prying eyes, but with Courtenay being his wonderful, surprisingly insightful self, Julian knew he would discern the unspoken meaning between the lines anyway. 

During their time apart, he wondered if Courtenay missed him half as much as he did. He wondered now if he, too, was aching for a long overdue touch, or…

“Medlock?”

Oh yes, simply the sound of his name in Courtenay’s low, velvet voice. Not this surname he addressed him as in public, but the one murmured between their sheets. 

“Julian.”

His eyes snapped up from his tea. Formed from Courtenay’s perfect, softly smiling lips, his name was so quiet that he knew it was lost beneath the clamor of the inn’s tap room. 

Julian straightened up. After so long, it wouldn’t do at all to have his carefully-strategized pantomime of a reconciliation fall apart here. 

“I have reviewed your proposal and found it satisfactory,” he declared over the din. Courtenay’s eyebrow arched in bemusement. 

“Have you now?” he humored him. 

Julian gave a terse nod. 

“Yes. The repair of such a significant monument to the village’s heritage shall be an adequate recompense for the inconvenience I caused you and your staff.”

He made a show of drawing out a folio. Contained within was his meticulous budget and sums for the restoration of the village church’s steeple, as well as notes he had gathered from the vicar himself shortly after arriving in the village. 

Though overseeing the project was simply a convenient alibi for Julian’s frequent stays in the village, the vicar’s gratitude was positively effusive. Julian supposed that it was a rather nice thing for him to do anyway, seeing as how Courtenay’s tenants had suffered so much neglect and disrepair in the absence of a responsible lord. 

“Eleanor — that is, Lady Standish,” he corrected himself, “had some proposals on how to reconstruct the steeple to last longer against the elements. She also suggested that Radnor may have some interest in an experiment with a lightning rod… though I expect the vicar may find the resulting imagery rather distressing.”

“Oh I don’t know, he might like it,” Courtenay drawled. “Striking the fear of God into the heart of man, and all that.”

“We shall see,” Julian allowed. 

For the most part, Courtenay listened patiently to the rest of his rambling. He at least made a good show of it. 

Julian prattled on, “…and as you can see, the total cost will only be—”

“That all sounds well and good,” Courtenay interrupted smoothly. “But when can I expect to see this erection of yours?”

Julian choked. He couldn’t blame it on his tea. 

“I… I beg your pardon?”

“The steeple,” Courtenay clarified. He was doing a terrible job at hiding his smile. “It will be an impressive undertaking. It will take such hard work, sweat, and personal handling…”

Julian had the urge to stomp on Courtenay’s foot. Or kick his shin. 

But instead all he could muster was his boot pressed to Courtenay’s. It succeeded in shutting him up at least. 

“As soon as possible,” Julian asserted. Then, much lower, he added, “And with as much hands-on care and attention to detail along the way.”

Courtenay’s eyes gleamed. 

“You’ll take your time with my steeple then?” 

His lips twitched as he pursed them together. Julian had to swallow down a laugh as well.

“As long as it takes,” he said decisively. “As long as you’ll have my assistance.”

He basked in the firm press of Courtenay’s foot against his. He could practically feel the warmth of his body beneath the layers of leather between them. 

Hell, he could smell Courtenay from here. Beneath the odor of horse, of course. There was the faint scent of his shaving soap. He must have hurried to come here and meet him, for there was also the musk and sheen of his sweat, dried upon his temple and still damp beneath his cravat-wrapped collar. 

The toe of Courtenay’s boot lifted and pressed atop Julian’s — not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make a point before he drew it away, grazing momentarily between Julian’s legs. 

“Finish your damn tea,” Courtenay growled under his breath. 

[skelotan]

Dedicated to my cat, who is very vocal about my bed time.

PATREON

[tarbuchyloewenthal]

it's my headcanon that the living lands is such a backwater that none of the grimoire's have any of the archmages' actual spells. all they have are the knockoff versions. which is why none of the spells are named for their authors in avowed.

[thelesbianoffrontiers]

she loves her creature egg so much....

[divorcedwife]

say you string me along

[crowboy-bebop]

when you spend all day tidying for your tinder hookup only for him to trip over your doorstep and then immediately leave

[ampervadasz]

Unmute !

[thedepressionoftrees]

Fucking fantastic image

[lovecraftpleb]

I've seen so many of this guy's vids and the only explanation I can muster for their accuracy is that he was raised from birth in a dog kennel

[fangirltothefullest]

^^^^^ He also does videos where he's members of heaven inventing dogs, and ones where he interviews himself as people who are potential dog owners... so you're right. It has to be the only explanation.

[hell-alka]

"Spear" соmm

[gay-goth-gremlin]

Neve Gallus, the woman that you are…

Just some WIP action to fill the space until I’m ready to post this, lol

[ellekhen]

Help internet pleeeeeaaasseee WHERE is the fan art for The Turners series by Cat Sebastian??? I have devoured them and yet I crave more content. 😭