OC Kiss #4- Hand for Juniper and @eluvisen's Rhodeia <3 I did more of a platonic kiss for them because I know Juni is hard to handle.
Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3
Pairing: f!Tav & f!Tav
Rating: General
Summary: Rhodeia hides away during the tiefling party. Juniper can’t let that stand.
Words: 799
Additional Tags: OC Kiss Week 2026, Day 4- Hand, Druid Tav, Bard Tav, Dancing, Act 1, Tiefling Party, Platonic Kiss
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A party in full swing and Rhodeia Whitebloom was still sitting amongst her plants, whittling a bowl out of a piece of wood they’d found while exploring the swamp near Ethel’s hovel. Juniper stood in the center of the dancing tieflings, playing a tune on her lute, Alfira doing the same with accompanying vocals. But while Alfira was laughing and dancing along with her friends, Juniper’s gaze was fixated on the elven druid sitting in a shadowy corner of camp, dancing lights brightening her hiding spot with brilliant blues and golds.
With a quick glance at the party around her, Juniper slipped away from the dancers with little fanfare, most of the tieflings and her companions as drunk on fun as they were on wine. The grass was cool under her feet, her boots lying somewhere forgotten near her tent, each step she made only cushioned by the soft ground. She missed the days when she could walk barefoot as she wished, the roads leading to Baldur’s Gate rougher than she was used to.
At least part of the journey was finished.
Rhodeia didn’t break her attention from the bowl in her hands, eyes concentrating on each scrape of the knife, a pile of curling wood chips forming at her feet. Juniper watched her briefly, the sound of the blade against the hard wood more satisfying than any noise had a right to be.
A sigh slipped out from between Rhodes’ lips when she did nothing to fill the silence between them. “What do you want, Juniper?”
Plopping herself down beside her friend, Juniper crossed her legs and leaned closer, watching as she continued to work, intrigued by how Rhodes manipulated the knife to do what she wanted. “Having fun?”
Rhodeia side eyed her briefly, curious yet suspicious, a normal reaction when it came to Juniper’s inquiries. “I’m having a wonderful time, actually. Why do you ask?”
The sarcasm didn’t go unnoticed.
“I think you should take a break and come dance with me.”
This time, Rhodeia put her whittling down to meet Juniper’s gaze. The sarcasm was exchanged for a genuine confusion. “Dance? Why?”
A simple question, but one that felt out of place among the laughter and music. “Because it’s a party. And you should have fun at parties.”
Rhodeia stared at her for a moment, no words coming out in response to Juni’s request. Only an echoing silence where not even a knife scratched against wood to fill it. After a few excruciating minutes, the druid’s expression changed, a grin curling her lips, and she placed her whittling beside her on the blanket. “Alright, Juniper. I’ll come dance if it’ll please you.”
“Yes, it’d please me greatly.” Juniper jumped to her feet, hovering over where Rhodeia still sat, watching her in amusement. Then she held out a hand in offer, waiting for her friend to take it.
Rhodeia slipped her hand into Juni’s, laughing as the tiefling easily pulled her to her feet before twirling her. The druid’s mauve hair shone beneath the dancing lights, a color as beautiful as her eyes, and Juniper slipped an arm around her waist, moving them into a dance along with Alfira’s song. As they circled in their little world outside of the party, Juni caught sight of Wyll glancing in their direction, a grin on his lips before he slipped away to celebrate as well.
The song was upbeat, a rhythm perfect for quick feet, but Juniper wanted Rhodeia to enjoy herself, not be exhausted at the end. With a flourish, she dipped the elf, the crown of her head nearly touching the ground. Rhodeia let out a breathless laugh, nearly evolving to giggles as Juniper righted them before bringing them into another spin.
The notes of the song eventually faded, leaving the two of them moving along to silence, nothing but laughter and crickets in the distance. Without one last twirl, Juniper stepped back from Rhodes, bowing at the waist before placing a soft kiss on the top of the elf’s hand, lingering only slightly before standing once more. Rhodeia smiled at her brightly, a blush spreading across her cheeks, eyes sparkling.
“So,” Juniper began, brushing her hair from her eyes, feeling like she’d won a game of some sort. “How does that compare to whittling?”
Rhodeia smirked, and with a small shake of her head, finally responded. “It was fine.”
“Fine?”
Shrugging, the druid threw her another smile, this one more mischievous than the last. “I wouldn’t mind trying again. Though, I can’t imagine much will be better than woodcraft.”
Juniper reached out for her hand and Rhodes gave it to her willingly, expecting it. “I’ll take that challenge.”
With a laugh, the two of them joined the rest of the party, the night only just beginning.
Ask prompt fill for @eluvisen for this ask meme: "dialogue prompts for ~injury~"
“Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do—fuck.” for Heclach. :D
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The platform is soaked with blood. Karlach edges carefully past the fallen body of Ketheric Thorm, trying not to look at the thing that was once its head, now caved in and crushed beneath Dame Aylin’s boot. No worse than plenty of things she saw in the Hells - but it doesn’t mean she likes looking at ripped and torn shreds of brain.
She can’t think about that, not yet, or about the fact that fucking Gortash was standing thirty feet from her just now, controlling an Elder Brain. It’s all too much. She’s got to take it all in smaller pieces, or she’s going to blow her stack.
So instead, she fixes her eyes on Hector, who is standing stock still on the platform’s rim. There is blood on his knuckles and soaking his robes, but none in his face which is ashen pale, and he sways a little as she looks at him, nearly toppling off his feet.
“Whoa… whoa, hey, Soldier,” she says, darting forward with a look of alarm in time to catch him. His weight hits her and he sags into the embrace, his face pressing into her shoulder.
“Don’t want t’ alarm you,” he mumbles, the syllables slurring together, “but I don’t feel so good.”
“Yeah. That thing gave us all a beating,” she whispers into his hair. She knows that isn’t all he means, though. They’ve been deep in the darkness of one god, met the daughter of another, fought the avatar of a third, and seen the nascent form of a fourth fly off with all its tentacles, all in the space of twenty-four hours. It’s a lot to take in even for Karlach, let alone someone whose religion is so ingrained as it is for Hector.
“Don’t know what to do…” he mumbles.
“I know, love. I know,” she murmurs. She shifts her embrace a little so that she can rub one hand gently over his back. “But we’ll figure it out together, starting with getting the fuck out of this horror show.” He doesn’t answer, and her eyes narrow with muted concern. “Hec? You listening to me? Here’s what we’re gonna do, okay? We’re gonna-- fuck!”
Her hand has come away from his back sticky with blood. She stares at it wide-eyed, the deeper red stark against the more muted color of her skin.
Against her shoulder, Hector musters a weak laugh. “Right now?” he whispers. “Well… appreciate your confidence in me… I’ll do my best…”
It’s a relief to hear him laugh, especially in light of the vicious gash she has just discovered stretching from his right shoulderblade to his left hip. “Hm,” she says, gently teasing, keeping her voice calm so as not to alarm him further. “I guess maybe I’ll let you take a breather. Maybe let Shadowheart get her hands all over you first, hm?”
“Pff… she couldn’t handle me like you can…” he mumbles with a woozy grin, and then passes out in her arms.
🧮 what are you working on? describe it in 20 words or less
A DATV fic! Outsider POV Emmrich/Rook, but Rook isn't actually there for Reasons
🎀 how do you decide when something is done?
Probably as a consequence of writing predominantly for exchanges, my answer sits somewhere in the 'when I'm happy to share it' space. That being said, if time permits I usually like to sit on early drafts for a day or two, because I can usually think of improvements.
🔚 have you ever completely changed the direction a piece was going?
Weirdly enough, I don't think I have? It's partly because I write shorter fics, but even with my longer works, the ending is usually clearest in my mind when I start writing: it's how I get there that is most up for negotiation! I definitely used to get bogged down in meandering middles that blew out when I tackled more ambitious chaptered WIPs in my youth, lol. There's a reason my longest complete work is only 20k. I'd love to write something longer in the future, however!
Thank you for the ask!
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A sketch of thanks for @eluvisen for helping me with Road to Wasteland donation! Her Star Wars OC Valire Orinn, whom I can't wait to doodle in the desert, maybe something a little Tatooine!
