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Dad!Astarion x Mom!Reader

Warnings: a baby, mentions of pregnancy + struggles with pregnancy, most basic elf girl name ever, Astarion’s a sap and Tav is a little emotional, breastfeeding, referenced unplanned pregnancy (no shock if you’ve read literally any dadstarion fics), tender domestic fluff, afab Tav.

Description: late night cuddles with Star and your guys’ baby daughter.

WC: 800

Astarion is feeling quite all right.

An understatement, really.

He’s happy.

You and the angel soaking up your body warmth make him happy.

Arwen suckles at your breast, her tiny head of white tufts blocking his view as she feeds.

He can see you though, soft and glowing in the small space.

“You’re staring,” you say, one arm holding Arwen and the other beneath your pillow.

“Shall I stare at the walls instead?” He lifts a hand in the air. “The dust, perhaps?”

“Yes.”

Astarion hums lowly, placing his arm around your waist.

“Unfortunately for you,” he starts, “I don’t take well to orders.”

Smiling softly, you feel him shift closer.

Glancing down at your daughter as she nurses, you gently pull your fingers through her small, light curls.

“She’s got some appetite,” you remark. “Almost as bad as you.”

He scoffs, softly, and rolls his eyes for show.

“At least she knows what she wants,” he says. He looks down at her then, watching the baby feed despite the obscured view.

For a while you two lay in the quiet.

Arwen’s only a few months old; you guys got pregnant on the road, unsettled as you hadn’t found a place to stay and remain, or a plan of what you wanted in permanence.

A baby had not been the then idea, but one too many nights of unsafe romps managed to override Astarion’s low fertility.

Being an elf already made reproduction hard, but being undead made it even less viable.

That made your pregnancy even riskier.

In the beginning, neither of you were sure if letting the gestation continue was right.

It could be dangerous to your health, and you two had not anticipated it. But you kept your options open.

You’d stopped in a village for a consultation, mostly to confirm your suspicions, and assess the state of your… condition.

The dangers of the pregnancy were affirmed, but you also learned there was a reasonable chance of continuing the growth to full term.

That had made you both realise that the prospect of a child was less unrealistic than you’d each believed, though still came with a lot of things to keep consideration of.

You talked. And then talked more.

Took the time you needed to really consider if that was something you two could want—did want.

Then came Arwen.

It was a twist, but still a planned, surprisingly pleasant one.

Loving Arwen was one of the simplest things Astarion had ever done.

Not that it was more than his love for you; both were in excess. It wasn’t deeper, but it flowed from a different stream.

For a long time, accepting himself—and the real, genuine care of others—was hard.

His feelings for you were strong, and chaotic, and profoundly rooted in his being like his unticking heart and chilled bloodstream.

But falling for you, and building an actual relationship, took effort. It took time.

It required healing.

And you two got there, eventually. Then came your little dhampir—granted, it’s been many years between those two events.

Astarion interrupts the silence.

“You know, domesticity suits you far better than I ever imagined.” His tone is flirtatious yet honest.

Humming, you meet his gaze, running your palm down Arwen’s hair. “Yeah?”

He doesn’t respond right away, but when he does it’s softer, spoken with a clear trace of vulnerability.

His knuckles reach out, brushing two along your daughter’s cheek thoughtfully.

“I never thought I’d live to see myself a father. Must less be able to. Or—want to.”

You give him the opportunity to continue.

Meeting your gaze again, he does.

“You changed . . . everything.” He grasps the hand of the arm you’ve got beneath your head, bringing his lips to your skin.

“You made this all possible,” he says. “Not just by guiding our daughter into this realm. But by standing by my side; helping me. Making me realise all of this was… well and truly available to me. To us. Thank you.”

Not entirely sure how to respond, you simply stare at him for a minute before saying, “You give me too much credit.”

“On the contrary, love.” He mimics the action of affection be bestowed Arwen, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. “You underestimate your influence.”

Letting out a wet chuckle, you avert your eyes momentarily, briefly closing them against his touch.

“You’re going to make fun of me if I cry.”

“Oh, darling, absolutely. Relentlessly.”

Mocking and tender all at once, he smiles at you.

“And perhaps if you’re lucky, I’ll kiss it better,” he murmurs.

Arwen unlatches, and you shift, adjusting your clothing and cradling her in the crevice of your inner elbow.

“Well,” you say, “I am feeling pretty lucky.”

Beside the two of them, it’s hard not to.

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#bg3 #baldurs gate 3

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Accidents Happen

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characters- Astarion, Gale, Karlach, Wyll, Lae'zel, Shadowheart

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3

vrystalius

Yearning and crushing.

What do they act like when they are utterly in love and yearning for you?

Pairing: Astarion, Gale, Zevlor, Rolan, x gn!Tav!reader

Summary: During the early stages of your misadventure, he cannot help himself but never stop yearning for you.

Genre: Fluff, lime (does anyone use lime and lemons anymore?)

Words: 2.3k

Note: I’m hosting a small event over at my blog. Check it out if you’re interested <3 I’m choosing four participating users at random to receive a personalised letter from their fav char<33 All of this is happening in act 1 btw.

Astarion Ancunín // The Pale Elf

Yearning scale: 8/10

He denied himself the pleasure of thinking about you in a romantic way other than to use you to get protection, power and a willing source of absolutely delicious blood. Really falling for you would be very stupid and have no benefit, really. Astarion never viewed himself as someone who deserved love, especially yours.

But during every battle Astarion’s concentration began to waver more and more. His eyes scan the area in panic until he finally spots you somewhere, being very occupied by trying to finish off the gnoll growling at you. He knows you’re capable defending yourself and finishing off some enemies and it is a delight to watch you fight, but that caused him to miss more and more, with both daggers and his crossbow.

You notice how his whole face lights up whenever you saunter over to him to do some small talk after a long day. His eyes look much softer and his smile becomes less guarded, less planned. It was adorable but you never mentioned it to him, or else you might never see that off-guard smile again.

At first you were adorned by Astarion and showered in flirts and compliments to love-bomb you and bind you to him, something he has done wo many countless times, but slowly he feels himself regretting playing up his flirtatious persona. He thinks you might not like him anymore when he stops with the over-the-top flirts, the nightly trysts and most importantly, the sex.

But deep down he was hoping and praying you’ll still like him for him.

Slowly, Astarion will insist on staying close with you no matter what. The group splits up to explore a cave efficiently? He is definitely sticking by your side. You’re heading to the Emerald Grove to stock on some food for tonight? Don’t mind him tagging along, he just needs a couple of healing potions. You’re injured and need healing? Out of the way Shadowheart, he got this with some alcohol and bandages.

“I’m sure you wont mind taking me with you to that grove again, I wanted to talk to that Tiefling by the forge. I’m thinking about asking very nicely to have a little taste of his blood… But I won’t if you get jealous easily, my darling.”

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moonselune

The boys reacting to reader collapsing from exhaustion please?

Gale:

The stars had just begun to glimmer overhead, the velvet sky above the Shadow-Cursed Lands dimming into the kind of darkness that swallowed sound. The campfires crackled gently, casting flickering halos of warmth against the long stretch of gloom, but you were still going. Still walking. Still sorting. Still preparing.

You hadn’t rested. Not really. Not since that last fight, not since the argument with the goblins in the pass, not since the near ambush from twisted shadows. You’d kept your pace steady, your shoulders square, pushing through the weight in your limbs and the ache behind your eyes. You thought if you just did one more thing, the tension would stop building in your chest.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion

moonselune

Dark!BG3 | Found you !

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For: Conqueror!Minthara, MotherSuperior!Shadowheart, God!Gale, Ascended!Astarion, Naturist!Halsin

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CW: Controlling, manipulation, murder, arson, coercion, forced memory loss,

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After hiding from your lover due to the person they've become, what happens when they finally find you?

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Conqueror Minthara:

The tranquility of the small, secluded village had been a balm to your wounded, broken soul. Hidden deep within the forest on the surface, it seemed like the perfect place to escape the chaos and bloodshed of the Underdark that had come to define your life with Minthara. For months, you managed to lived in peace, and the horrors of the Underdark and Minthara's ruthless conquest slowly became distant memories. But peace, you learned, is a fleeting, foolish, illusion.

It was a quiet evening when she found you. The sun was setting, casting shadows across the village square. You were tending to a small garden, your hands deep in the earth, when the first screams pierced the air. Your heart lurched, a cold dread settling in your stomach. You looked up to see villagers running, their faces twisted in terror, as dark figures emerged from the surrounding forest.

You immediately recognised them to be Minthara's soldiers, ruthless and efficient, and spreading through the village like a hideous plague. Houses were set ablaze, and those who resisted were cut down without mercy, their bodies quickly put on brutal display, their home, their burning pyre. Panic seized you, and you turned to flee, but it was too late. She stood before you, a dark, imposing figure against the backdrop of burning homes.

"Did you really think you could hide from me?" Her voice was a chilling blend of amusement and anger. "There is no place you can go that I cannot find."

Her eyes, once a source of fascination and allure, now bore into you with a cruel, predatory intensity. She advanced slowly, savoring the fear that radiated from you.

"You disappoint me," she said, her voice a venomous whisper. "I thought you were stronger than this, more loyal and that your standards were extraordinarily higher than this."

Minthara gestured with disgust the small homestead you had made for yourself. You tried to speak, to explain, but words failed you. The memory of the person she once was clashed violently with the reality of the monster before you. She reached out, her fingers brushing against your cheek in a mockery of tenderness.

"I gave you everything," she continued, her voice soft yet seething with underlying fury. "Power, purpose, and a place by my side. And you ran away."

Her hand moved to grip your chin, forcing you to look into her eyes. "Now, you will watch as everything you tried to build without me burns to the ground."

With a wave of her hand, she commanded her soldiers to bring forth the villagers who had been captured. They were dragged into the square, their faces marked by fear and confusion. You knew them, they had helped you, taken you in, wanting nothing but to see you smile. You struggled against her hold, desperate to help them, but Minthara's grip was unyielding.

"Look at them," she hissed, her lips close to your ear. "They suffer because of you. Because you dared to defy me."

Tears of helpless rage filled your eyes as you watched the villagers, they were killed slowly, painfully. You watched the light drain from their eyes, their pleas for you to do something resonating in your skull. Minthara moved closer to you, her lips trailing up your neck, the touch both intimate and suffocating.

"You will stay with me," she murmured, her voice a dark promise. "You will learn that there is no escape from my will. And in time you will love me."

As she kissed your neck, a gesture that once brought warmth now filled you with a chilling dread, she pulled back and looked deep into your eyes. "Do you see now? You belong to me, and no matter where you go, I will always find you."

The village continued to burn, the flames casting flickering shadows on Minthara's face. She smiled, a cold, triumphant smile, and you knew that your fate was sealed. In her eyes, you saw the reflection of your own helplessness, a stark reminder of the power she wielded and the chains you could never break.

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Mother Superior Shadowheart:

The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the dense forest. You had been on the run for months, trying to escape the clutches of Shadowheart, the Mother Superior of the Sharrans. Her cruelty towards others had finally driven you away, you didn't believe your own excuses for her anymore, and you couldn't bear to see the darkness that had consumed her heart. But no matter how far you ran, you always felt her presence lingering, a shadow that refused to let you go.

One night, while you were sleeping in a small, hidden cave, the best you could do without risking interaction with civilisation, you awoke to the sound of rustling leaves and the feeling of an oppressive force drawing near. Panic surged through you, but before you could react, you felt a cold hand cover your mouth, stifling your scream. Shadowheart's face emerged from the darkness, her eyes glowing with an unnatural light.

"Did you really think you could hide from me?" she whispered, her voice a chilling mix of anger and possessiveness. "Did you think I would let you go so easily?"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to free yourself, but Shadowheart's grip was unyielding. She muttered an incantation under her breath, and you felt a wave of magical energy wash over you. Your body went limp, and your vision blurred as the world around you faded into darkness.

When you awoke, you were back in the Sharran temple, bound to an ornate chair in Shadowheart's private chamber. The room was dimly lit by flickering candles, casting long shadows on the walls. Shadowheart stood before you, her expression unreadable as she looked upwards, muttering incantations, channeling the power of Shar. Her hands glowed with dark energy as they moved and flicked, as you came to you realised the strange sensation in your mind, as if memories were being played and plucked from your consciousness.

"You left me," she said softly, as she looked down at you, her voice filled with a mix of hurt and determination. "But I can't allow that. I won't allow that."

As the spell took hold, the memories of her cruelty and your subsequent escape began to fade. You tried to resist, to hold on to the truth, but the power was too strong. The love you once felt for Shadowheart, the passion and devotion, surged back to the forefront of your mind, overpowering everything else.

"You belong to me," Shadowheart continued, her eyes fixed on you. "And I will do whatever it takes to keep you by my side."

Your head swam with conflicting emotions, but the magic of Shar twisted your thoughts until you could no longer remember why you had left in the first place. Instead, all you could think about was your love and adoration for Shadowheart. The memories of her cruelty were buried deep within your subconscious, replaced by a distorted version of reality where she was your everything.

Finally the darkness fully enveloped you, seeping into every corner of your mind, erasing the memories that had driven you away. You felt your resistance slip with it, replaced by a warm, all-encompassing love for the woman before you.

When you awoke again, you were no longer bound, and you were in Shadowheart's arms, both of you tucked under silk sheets in her lavish private chamber. She was holding you close, her fingers gently stroking your hair. You looked up at her, confusion and love warring within you.

"Shadowheart," you whispered, your voice hoarse. "What happened? Why do I feel... strange?"

She smiled down at you, her eyes soft and filled with love. "You had a bad dream, my love," she said soothingly. "But it's over now. You are safe with me."

You nodded, the memory of the dream already fading. You were with Shadowheart, the woman you loved more than anything. How could you ever have doubted her?

She kissed your forehead, her lips warm and comforting. "Rest now, my love," she whispered. "We have each other, and that is all that matters."

As you closed your eyes, the last remnants of your fear and doubt melted away, replaced by the warming love and trust you felt for Shadowheart. She was your everything, and you would never leave her again.

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God of Ambition Gale:

You step into your quarters, the familiar, sacred tranquility enveloping you like a comforting shroud. The moonlight filters through the window, casting a silvery glow over the room. As you close the door behind you, a chill runs down your spine—a sensation that is both foreign and unnerving in this place of sanctuary.

Then, you see him.

Gale stands in the center of the room, his presence as imposing and magnetic as ever. His eyes, once filled with mortal passion, now burn with the intensity of a god. He claps slowly, the sound echoing ominously in the silence. "Well done," he says, his voice a smooth blend of admiration and something darker. "To turn to Selûne, of all deities. Clever. So very clever."

You stiffen, every muscle in your body screaming at you to flee, but you force yourself to meet his gaze. "Gale," you begin, your voice steadier than you feel. "You shouldn't be here."

He laughs, a sound rich with amusement and irony. "Shouldn't I? You think you can hide from me, even with the Moonmaiden's help? Oh, my dear, it only made me love you more. The cunning, the defiance. It's intoxicating."

Your heart pounds in your chest, each beat a frantic plea for escape. "I don't want to return to you," you say, the words rushing out in a desperate torrent.

His expression softens, but there is a steely resolve in his eyes. "You don't have a choice. I've carved out a place for you in the heavens, a place by my side. It's where you belong."

Panic surges through you, and you turn, racing for the door. But before you can reach it, he is there, materializing in front of you with a god's effortless speed. You crash into him, the impact jarring, but he remains unmoved, his arms encircling you in a grip that is both tender and inescapable.

"I've missed you," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. "And I know you've missed me, too."

You shove him, your hands pushing against his chest with all the strength you can muster. He staggers back, not from the force of your push, but from the sheer surprise of it. And then he laughs again, the sound filling the room like rolling thunder.

"Is this the game you want to play? So be it." he asks, his eyes alight with a fierce, unholy joy. His power surges, the air around him crackling with divine energy. "Maybe I can show you a bit of godly wrath,"

You back away, your mind racing for a plan, a way to escape the inevitable. But even as you retreat, you know that this is a game you cannot win. Gale's love, his obsession, is a force of nature, and he is determined to claim what he believes is rightfully his. The room darkens, the shadows deepening as his power swells, and you realize with a sinking heart that there is no sanctuary left for you—not from him.

The room trembles as Gale's godly wrath unfurls, the very air around you becoming charged with his immense power. The ground beneath your feet shudders violently, and you can feel the tremors spreading far beyond your quarters. Objects rattle and crash to the floor, and outside, you hear the distant, terrified screams of innocents caught in the wake of his fury.

Lightning arcs across the sky, its blinding flashes followed by deafening cracks of thunder that shake the walls. The cries of the people intensify. You rush to the window, your heart sinking as you witness the chaos unfolding below. Bolts of divine lightning strike indiscriminately, setting buildings ablaze and sending people scrambling for cover.

"Gale, stop this!" you shout, turning back to him, your voice barely audible over the cacophony of destruction. "You're hurting them! Please, stop!"

But his eyes are fixed on you, burning with an intensity that leaves no room for mercy or reason. He steps closer, and the tremors grow stronger, the ground splitting open in jagged fissures. You can feel the raw power emanating from him, an unstoppable force driven by his relentless ambition and obsession.

"Gale, please!" you plead, your voice breaking with desperation. "You're killing them! Stop!"

He seems not to hear you, his focus unwavering, his expression unyielding. The room continues to shake, the walls cracking, pieces of the ceiling starting to fall. You drop to your knees, the weight of the situation crushing you, and tears stream down your face as you beg. "Gale, I'm begging you. Stop this madness. I'll go with you. Just please, stop!"

For a moment, the earth stills, the roaring thunder quiets, and the flickering lightning halts. Gale's expression softens as he looks down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of triumph and tenderness. He steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently lift your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"There," he murmurs, his voice soothing but laced with satisfaction. "Was that so hard?"

Tears stream down your face, your body trembling from the emotional and physical strain. The cries outside have lessened, but the damage is done—buildings lie in ruins, and lives forever changed. He helps you to your feet, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"I never wanted to hurt them," he says softly, his eyes searching yours. "But you needed to understand. You belong with me. And now, you see that."

You swallow hard, the weight of his words sinking in. The power he wields, the destruction he can cause—it leaves you with no illusions about your fate. With a heavy heart, you nod, resigned to your destiny by his side.

"Good," he says, his smile returning. Placing a tender kiss to your forehead, as if hadn't just thrown a deadly tantrum. "Let's leave this place behind. There's a place I've prepared just for you."

As he leads you away, the ground beneath you begins to heal, the tremors fading into memory. The devastation left in his wake serves as a grim reminder of the price of defiance, and as you take his hand, you know that your life will never be the same.

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Ascended Astarion:

The tavern was alive with the chaotic energy of revelry—a madness of laughter, music, and clinking tankards that seemed to drown out the troubles of the world. You had sought solace in its bustling atmosphere, hoping the crowd would shield you from the relentless pursuit of your ex lover, a man you used to call your world, now a godling born of malice.

For months, you had managed to elude him, slipping through shadows and distant towns, always one step ahead. But tonight, fate had caught up with you. As you mingled with the merry throng, trying to blend into the sea of faces, a shiver ran down your spine—a sensation you knew all too well.

There he was, leaning casually against a pillar, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sent a chill through your veins. Astarion, now ascended to a dark power beyond mortal comprehension (or so he kept telling you), exuded an aura of dominance and danger. He wore a smirk that promised both pleasure and pain, and it chilled you to the bone.

You tried to slip away, to disappear into the crowd, but he moved with an unnatural speed, cutting off your escape route effortlessly.

"Running again, my dear?" His voice was like velvet over steel, laced with amusement and a hunger that sent a jolt of fear through you.

Before you could react, he pulled you into the swirling dance of the tavern. Around you, oblivious revelers spun and laughed, lost in their own joyous abandon. But your world narrowed to the commanding presence of Astarion, his touch igniting a familiar fire of longing and dread.

"You won't get away this time," he murmured, taking your hand in his cold, firm grasp. As the dance continued, his grip tightened, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your skin. "You've made me chase you for so long," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "But tonight, you are mine."

Before you could respond, he dipped you low, his lips finding the curve of your neck. The world spun as his fangs sank into your flesh, a sharp pain followed by a heady rush as he began to drink. The room seemed to blur, the sounds of the tavern fading into a distant hum.

Your strength ebbed away with every pull of his lips, the life draining from your body as he fed. When he finally withdrew, his eyes blazed with triumph and possessiveness.

You collapsed into Astarion's arms, the sensation of his cold embrace the last thing you felt before darkness claimed you. He held you close, cradling your lifeless body with a tenderness that belied his monstrous nature

"She’s had a bit too much to drink," he called out to the concerned onlookers, his voice tinged with faux amusement. "Don't worry, I'll take care of my darling fiancée."

The tavern erupted in good-natured cheers and applause, the patrons none the wiser to the sinister truth. Astarion carried you towards the door, the night air cool against your skin as you drifted in and out of consciousness.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "Did you really think you could escape me, little love? You belong to me forevermore. The gift I am about to give you will ensure that."

His voice, filled with dark promise, was the last thing you heard before the world went black.

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Naturist Halsin:

The rhythmic clattering of the factory machines was your lullaby and your solace. The industrial din was a constant reminder that you were safe, cocooned in the heart of Baldur's Gate, far from the forests and nature that had once felt like home. Now, those same woods were a nightmare, haunted by the shadow of the man you once loved.

Halsin had changed. His belief in the balance between nature and civilization had twisted into a dark crusade. What had started as a noble cause to protect the wilds had turned into an extremist vision, with Halsin determined to return the world to a primal state at any cost. You had watched in horror as he resorted to violence, razing villages, and leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. Unable to reconcile the gentle druid you knew with the monster he had become, you fled.

Baldur's Gate was your sanctuary. The bustling city, with its stone buildings and cobbled streets, was the furthest you could get from the greenery Halsin now worshipped. You threw yourself into your work at the factory, rarely leaving its grimy confines. The city's heart was far from the forest's edge, making it the safest place you could be.

An accident at the factory changed all that.

You awoke in a jostling wagon, the familiar scent of the city replaced by the earthy aroma of the countryside. Panic surged through you as you realized you were on the outskirts of the forest. The attendant, a kindly old man, noticed your distress but dismissed your fears, assuring you that everything would be alright.

"No," you rasped, your voice filled with desperation. "You don't understand. It's not safe here."

The attendant patted your hand, his smile meant to be reassuring but only deepening your sense of dread. "The healer is just a little further. You'll be well taken care of."

As the wagon continued its journey, every rustle of leaves, every whisper of the wind set your nerves on edge. You knew Halsin would find you; he always did. The wagon eventually came to an abrupt halt. The attendant frowned and stepped out to investigate, despite your urgent pleas for him to stay.

"Please," you begged, your voice trembling. "Don't go. It's dangerous."

"Nonsense," he replied with a chuckle. "I'll just see what's blocking the path."

He vanished from view, and the silence that followed was more terrifying than any noise. Seconds stretched into agonizing minutes, each one a reminder of the peril you were in. You strained to hear anything - footsteps, voices, anything that could tell you what was happening.

A sudden rustle outside the wagon snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned just in time to see a massive figure emerging from the trees, cloaked in green and brown, a silhouette that was both familiar and terrifying. Halsin. Your heart pounded in your chest as he approached, his eyes dark and intense, the very embodiment of nature's wrath.

The attendant's scream was brief, cut off by a sickening crunch. You felt a wave of nausea, but there was no time to dwell on it. You had to get away. The door of the wagon creaked open, and a towering figure filled the doorway. Halsin's once gentle eyes now burned with an intensity that made your blood run cold. His presence radiated raw, untamed power, and the forest seemed to respond to him, the trees whispering and shifting as if alive.

"There you are," he said, his voice a deep rumble. "I have missed you."

You shrank back, pressing yourself against the far side of the wagon. "Please, Halsin, don’t do this. I had to leave. You’ve changed."

"You shouldn't have run," he said, his voice a dark, velvet caress. "You belong with me, in the wilds."

"No," you whispered, tears streaming down your face. "Not like this, Halsin. Please."

He cupped your face in his hands, his touch surprisingly gentle. "The world must return to its natural state," he murmured. "And you will be by my side when it does. I won't let you go, my heart, not again."

You tried to pull away, but your injuries and his strength made it futile. He wrapped you in his arms, cradling you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. You felt a mix of despair and a twisted sense of comfort in his embrace.

"You’ve been hurt," he murmured, more to himself than to you. "I will take care of you."

You wanted to fight, to scream, but your body betrayed you, too weak to resist. As he carried you into the forest, you looked back at the wagon, the nice old man lying lifeless beside it, plants already making their home in his corpse. Tears blurred your vision. You knew there was no escape now. You were back in Halsin's world, a prisoner of his love and twisted vision for the future.

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Something a bit different, but enjoyed writing it, let me know if you want more dark bg3 ! - Seluney xox

P.S Polite reminder that inbox for requests are closed but if you want to just drop in and say hi that fine!

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moonselune

Hello! Could I request a pregnant reader running away from the Dark ending characters to protect their unborn baby? Sort of an alternative scenario where the dark characters don’t know their darling is pregnant and they successfully manage to run away and hide with their child for a few years before they’re both found again by their yandere?

So glad requests are finally open!!!!!

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Dark!BG3 | Bye, Bye, Baby/Baby, Goodbye

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For: Conqueror!Minthara, MotherSuperior!Shadowheart, God!Gale, Ascended!Astarion, Naturist!Halsin, GrandDuke!Wyll

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CW: Controlling, manipulation, coercion, forced memory loss, blood, murder, F!reader, childbirth, mass murder, arson,

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Song rec: Bye Bye Baby

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#baldurs gate 3

yandere-sins

"If they touch you, I'll kill them. It's that simple."

And another double-drabble! Astarion for @sky-lemonade ^-^

“If the others at the camp really mean something to you, you stay away from them, understood?”

Biting your own lip, you tried to hold back the arguments and tears. Before you lay the body of one of the nice Tieflings you had talked to that evening, after they’d been so nice to throw a celebration for your group’s help with the goblin attack. In fact, the mirthful party was still going on behind you, none the wiser of the death that occurred just out of sight. The culprit standing right behind you.

A hand wrapped around your throat, your body stumbling back into a cold chest as Astarian rubbed his cheek against your hair, lingering for a moment to inhale you.

“It’s your fault,” he murmured, sending a shiver of guilt down your spine. “I told you before that if they touch you, I’ll kill them. It’s that simple. Yet, you let this guy drool all over what is mine.”

“I didn’t mean to!” you protested, weakly, Astarion’s hand gripping your throat tighter. He planted a kiss to the top of your head, a quiet warning.

“Then this will be a lesson to be more careful next time, Darling.”

#yandere astarion #baldur's gate 3

yanderes-galore

Connor (Detroit Become Human) being protective (and manipulative) with his human Darling? Scaring her away from work so she spends her time with him and only him.

Sure! You did not say what route to follow so I just kept in general. Implied to be Deviant! Connor, though.

Staying Home

Yandere! Connor (RK-800) Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere behavior, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Threats, Deception, Scare tactics, Stalker mention.

lustpilld-deactivated20260705

how resident evil, naruto, haikyuu & genshin impact men reacting to you trying to break up with them:

— ⚠︎ ( noncon, noncon babytrap, abduction, uh self-harm threats, mentions of murder, stalking, degradation, etc etc )

Kindly said please watch yourself over this one because this is in fact a very dark content post and is a dead dove do not eat territory. You had read the trigger warning before and it may be even worse as it goes. Please proceed with caution and sincerely leave this post if it left you uncomfortable.

Albert Wesker, Leon Kennedy, Jake Muller, Kimimaro, Madara, Tobirama, Tsukishima Kei, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kuroo Tetsuro, Suna Rintarou, Childe, Dainsleif, Pantalone.

If this is your man, i pray for your sanity because honestly said, who the hell do you think you are? i am so sorry baby but the word “break up” might be a delusion before you could even said it fully to him. You think he's already bad before? now you're gonna be tied inside his basement while his TV played out a broadcast news about your missing status. Good luck seeing his maddening face everyday every night, and being shoved with his fat fuckin' cock anytime he wants because you're gonna be a full-time sex toy for him down there. Also said, he's pretty much the type to leave bruises all over your skin just to teach you a lesson here and there.

Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Carlos Oliveira, Hyuga Neji, Shikamaru, Orochimaru, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Miya Osamu, Lev Haiba, Capitano, Alhaitam, Kamisato Ayato.

Not gonna lie which ones crazier either its you who tried to leave him or him, but it is definitely both of you because the way you folded after he offered you a last-time sex was something else. I wouldn't blame you, he had a wanging monster down there and the fucking is just too good. You might think this is a once and for all and without knowing it, he had already slipped his condom off and just pretty much bred the shit out of you. You'd probably gonna end the night looking like a cum rag beneath him. Ah, don't be sad! he's an extremely compensating man after all, and you guys are going to be a really good and lovely parents together!

Heisenberg, William Birkin, Jack Krauser, Uchiha Obito, Toneri Otsutsuki, Uchiha Sasuke, Sasori, Kageyama, Tendou, Miya Atsumu, Oikawa Tooru, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Tighnari, Kaveh, Wriothesley.

Knife on the throat. Straight up. No, not you, but him. His own self. He'd shout at you, calling you a fucking liar, a bitch, a whore who deserves nothing. His eyes teared up, between shouts he sobs, and at the end he'll beg you to not leave him, he swore he will never forgive you if you do. But if you did? several bodies of your cherished ones would be dropped right in front of your door. And no one's gonna help you, no one. But him. So get back to him, tell him you love him, and promise that you'd never leave him again (not that he'll let you, not again.)

#haikyuu smut #genshin impact smut #yandere genshin impact

bloodyoverdose

The last chapter of Chainsaw Man but in a Vampire Knight version, because it was so ridiculous it made me laugh XD XD

#vampire knight

nightclawduke

#elfen lied

yumykon

Kaede Lucy - Elfen Lied

#𝐍𝐎 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 🚪

It's been a year since the death of your husband, recently the world has been thrown into chaos for the past few days. Imagine your horror, when you find your deceased husband peacefully sleeping next to you and acting as if he didn't die.

If I were a zombie I'd never eat your brain I'd just want your heart Yeah, I'd want your heart

Yandere HSR/Genshin x reader ( Phainon, Blade, Mydei, Flins, Childe, Zhongli )

>> may contain suggestive as well as violent nature, viewer discretion is needed.

PHAINON

Your husband passed away a year ago, during an accident. He truly was the love of your life, and you still think about him till this day. Back then, you used to sleep on his side of the bed just to capture the last of his scent and warm–people tell you to move on but how can you.

Ever since the recent changes that are going on around the world, you rarely go outside due to fear as well as for safety precautions. Honestly, you can hear phainon voice echoing through the hall–telling you not to go outside.

But this isn't the case, because one night–you woke up towards... Phainon laying beside you–he is dead. You tried to move away which stirs him awake, this phainon looks confused and tries to calm you down with the same softness he used to have.

He would not leave, this is not your husband–hes already dead. But every time you tried to tell him, he would say "used to be dead, but now I'm back to protect you" every time when he tries to initiate intimacy, he's hands are cold and there's no pulse. Despite all his attempts to convince you–the man that is sleeping next to you isn't your husband.

With his presence in the way, your house has been safe for quite some time. It's probably because of him scaring away any visitors who dared to come or simply him killing them, you would wake up towards your sheets being covered by blood but it was not him or yours–he would prevent you from going outside as well as preventing any danger coming to the house.

#genshin impact

envy-of-the-apple

Sun Eats Moon

Dark!Gojo Satoru x reader

Word count: 9.1k

Part two: Earth Kills Moon

Part three: Moon Starves Sun

Synopsis: Your boss takes on Gojo Satoru as his newest client. Much to your relief, he doesn't seem to recognize you.

(Warnings: noncon, dubcon, rough sex, oral sex, bullying, harassment, one mention of choking, penetrative sex, afab!reader, coercion, forced relationships, implied baby trapping attempt, hint of pregnancy kink)

You wanted to quit the second you read the name.

You should have. It would have been so easy to hand in your two weeks, tell your boss that you just couldn't. Or maybe you could have convinced one of the other paralegals to take your place.

It's pathetic. Almost a decade had passed and you still felt yourself slink into the girl you once were, rolling under his thumb, utterly helpless. You should be better than that. You worked so hard to reach where you are now.

You were different now, you told yourself over and over again. You were older, smarter. Besides, it'd been a decade, would he even remember you?

#yandere jjk #yandere #yandere gojo satoru #dark gojo satoru

envy-of-the-apple

Pleaser

Dark!Gojo Satoru x reader -College AU

word count: 6.6k

Synopsis: You’ve always had a hard time standing up for yourself. Your new roommate loves that about you.

(Warnings: yandere, dark content, manipulation, slight exhibitionism, forced voyeurism(?), non-con, gojo being a freak)

It was a clerical error.

Gojo Satoru wasn’t supposed to have a roommate because he was Gojo Satoru. The apartment was specifically his, as most things were.

You were a mistake.

The administration apologized to you both. They’d fix it in no time, they promised. This would only last a month before you’d move to your permanent residence.

You didn’t mind the error. His apartment was large and expansive, and you’d already unpacked your stuff. The plan was to keep you there until everybody settled in for the semester, and then they could swap you out to an empty room.

Gojo didn’t seem to mind too much either. You assumed he’d be a bit more irritated with the situation, but his lax nature was a pleasant surprise. You wouldn’t necessarily call the two of you close, but you weren’t on bad terms either.

Positive, is the better word. Not exactly neutral, but not too friendly either. You existed on the edges of each other's peripherals, and you were pretty happy with that. Gojo wasn’t a bad roommate either. He kept the apartment mostly clean and didn’t leave any food out. You thought you’d have to deal with loud parties; he seemed like the type, but the tiny circle he gravitated towards never overstayed its welcome.

The only issue was the music.

#yandere #yandere jjk #dark gojo satoru

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