#laidra drow bard

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Shifted (35380 words) by Fiber_Punk Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Halsin (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Halsin (Baldur's Gate), Original Drow Character(s) (Dungeons & Dragons), Lolth (Dungeons & Dragons), Eillistraee (Dungeons & Dragons) Additional Tags: Drow Culture (Dungeons & Dragons), Drow-Typical Sexism (Dungeons & Dragons), Lolth-Sworn Drow (Dungeons & Dragons), Location: The Underdark (Dungeons & Dragons), Location: Menzoberranzan (Dungeons & Dragons), House DeVir, Pre-Canon, Restraints, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Halsin's Past Trauma (Baldur's Gate), Bear Form Halsin (Baldur's Gate), Bards, Folk Music References, POV Third Person Limited, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Grief/Mourning, Ambition, Musical Instruments, Musical References, Folk Music, Americana, lack of agency, Canon-Typical Violence, Romance, Yearning, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, POV Alternating, Sex Work, Drunk Sex, Sex Magic, Magic Birth Control Potion, Ecstatic Visions, Rough Sex, Masturbation, Class Differences, Chains, Genocide, Eillistraee, Lolth - Freeform, Allegory, Driders (Dungeons & Dragons) Series: Part 2 of Shifted Summary: Laidra is a bard with ambition despite being born a commoner in Menzoberranzan. When she comes into the employ of the fourth noble house, she is tasked with soothing a strange beast chained to the bed of Matron DeVir. She never would have expected the beast to change into an even stranger elven man, nor would she have expected him to completely change the path she'd carefully carved for herself in Drow society. Will a druid from the surface bring her to forsake her Goddess to seek the world he describes to her, one daring encounter at a time? Or will her music soothe him before divine intervention can arrive?

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Five Sentence Friday

@themontess Thank ya ma’am for the tag! I also have 5 sentences of Halsin to share with the world.

He’d only ever seen her hair down, as he admired the look of her long, elegant neck, and the collar bones that peeked out from below the neckline of her shirt. As his eyes trailed back toward her face, he noticed a darkening bruise along her throat. A low hum of interest escaped him, almost unintentionally, but his eyes lingered there. The mark was a dark and purpled, clearly fresh, not the mottled green of healing. Someone had lavished her throat with affection recently.

@lucretiouswept @woundedsoul12 @scoldingdarjeeling and any others out there that wish to engage! Tried to tag other Halsin fans on this one instead of shoving this into entirely dragon age writers land lol.

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Ooh, can I hear more about Shifted for the WIP game?

I have a small snippet I can share of Chapter 8

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The explosion was close enough to the Matron’s chambers that Halsin could feel the walls and floors shake. It was the only thing he’d ever seen take the Matron’s attention from subjugating and using him for her own enjoyment. The drow matriarch got to her feet, a look in her eye that echoed the sounds of fear and hysteria coming from further into the compound. She pulled a sheer dressing gown over her bare flesh, not even sparing a glance toward him.

With her concentration broken, Halsin took advantage and shifted back into his bear skin, hoping the vile woman was done with him for now. There were thoughts of Laidra, warm in his heart now, to help him push through the Matron’s torment. He would hold onto those as tightly as he could until she found a way to free them both.

Another loud explosion shook the Fourth House, this one closer, raining debris from the ceiling. The Matron muttered a curse in Undercommon and conjured a shield of faith as she strode out of the room to see what was the cause of all the commotion.

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There’s a lot of ideas I have for this potentially final chapter, some involving working with dark gnomes, fun times with explosives, and all the excitement that comes with life and death scenarios.

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Pairing- Halsin/OC Drow Bard Rating- Mature (Please read the tags) Summary-

Laidra is a bard with ambition despite being born a commoner in Menzoberranzan. When she comes into the employ of the fourth noble house, she is tasked with soothing a strange beast chained to the bed of Matron DeVir. She never would have expected the beast to change into an even stranger elven man, nor would she have expected him to completely change the way she viewed her place in Drow society.

I have to yap about this a bit. More below the cut.

This idea came to me almost two years ago, but I've never been in a place where I felt like I could do it justice. Well, I've finally said FUCK IT, and here we are.

I've taken a lot of inspiration for this bard from a deep love I have for Americana Folk music and will regularly reference folk music, country music, bluegrass, etc. I plan to include examples to the songs used and will try to keep it as easily accessible as possible. This is music that is near and dear to my heart. I hope you learn about some music you maybe never heard before and find something new that you love.

The first song referenced in this chapter is called Bird Song, and the reasoning behind using it will become clearer after reading. There’s a link in the chapter to a source to listen as well as some sheet music and analysis on it. That’s all extra for those who care.

Finally I need to put out a huge thank you to @the-font-bandit and @themontess for encouraging me with this idea. I appreciate you both so much. I don’t know that I would have ever had the gumption to actually this out there without yall.

I hope you enjoy this work and join me on the adventure as the story unfolds.

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WIP Whenever/ Five-ish Sentence Friday

Okay I’m reaching here but I was tagged in both so here we are. Thank you for the tags @woundedsoul12 and @the-font-bandit !

Gentle tagging for @lucretiouswept, @queenofangrymoths, @a-gay-bloodmage, @scoldingdarjeeling, and @wardensflight.

I decided since we’re doing two in one I’m gonna do two WIPs.

First, my BG3 Halsin/Drow Bard Laidra fic. This is from the hopefully soon to be posted 6th chapter of Shifted,

The after that 5 (I think it’s actually 7) sentences from tomorrow’s chapter of The Consequences of Our Actions a Dragon Age fic stating Nathaniel Howe and my Warden Commander, Hero of Ferelden Zukal Tabris.

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“Well?” she asked, looking at Laidra expectantly.

Laidra, lowered her head, giving her Matron proper respect. “Yes, Ma’am?”

“Have you soothed him yet?” Matron DeVir asked, exasperation evident.

“Him?” Laidra looked over at Halsin, furrowing her brow in confusion. “You mean the beast?”

“Of course, I mean the beast!”

“I don’t suppose so?” Laidra tilted her head in contemplation. “It sometimes listens, but typically the beast merely sleeps. But I’m just a Bard, ma’am. I’m not sure I would know what a soothed beast looks like. Certainly not one of these beasts, at least.”

Matron DeVir rolled her eyes, crossing the chamber toward him. He looked straight at her, letting out a loud huff of air through his nostrils. Undeterred by his aggression, she crouched down, looking at him suspiciously, not even flinching as he snapped his jaws loudly at her.

“Something must be working, Bard,” the Matron said, a sly smile crossing her lips. “The beast rarely leaves his bed. For him to approach you to listen must mean you’ve had some sort of impact.”

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“Get as comfortable as you like,” he said, sighing to mask his nervousness as annoyance. He rose, crossing the room as he pulled his shirt off over his head. Guest or not, he still took the time to fold his shirt neatly before placing it with his other clothing to be laundered. He gestured toward her as he unbuckled his belt, sliding it out quickly from the loops of his pants. A red blush crossed her cheeks, rising as high as the tips of her ears as he stood bare-chested before her. Good, let her be the flustered one for once. Laying his belt down, he stopped there, not wanting to subject her to the same embarrassing sight she’d stumbled upon the night before.

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WIP Wednesday / Last Lines Written

@the-font-bandit tagged me while I am actively writing, so I guess I have to pause for a moment and do this!!

“Did you miss me that much?” he asked, the sparkle of mischief in his eye a relief to see.

Tagging @woundedsoul12, @lucretiouswept, and @scoldingdarjeeling No pressure!

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WIP Whenever

@lucretiuswept tagged me in this earlier today and well the day got away from me and now it’s nearly 1am.

Gentle tag for @themontess @woundedsoul12 @aetherflowers and @the-font-bandit

I will be posting this chapter soon. A little WIP from Chapter 4 of Shifted my pre canon Halsin/Drow Bard fic.

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“The sky can be nearly every color imaginable,” he explained. “From as dark as this stone cavern, to as light as your hair. There are times when in preparation of a terrible storm I’ve seen the sky turn a sickly green. And when the sun sets or rises, the colors blend and meld together into an astounding display sometimes: pinks, oranges, purples, and reds. I’ve been known to weep over a particularly beautiful sunrise.”

“Weep, because something is beautiful?” Laidra couldn't help but laugh. That sounded infantile. Nothing she’d ever encountered had been beautiful enough to make her cry, no music, or art and certainly nothing of the natural world. “I can’t imagine a beast like you weeping over the color of the sky.”

“I’ve cried over less,” he chuckled, peering down at her. “And I’ve cried over more. Tears can be powerful. Don’t the drow cry?”

“As children, adolescents, of course,” she said, looking up at him. Her heart began to suddenly race as she recognized how foolish she had been to bring herself this close to him. His arm was larger than her head. If he desired to crush her small frame, he could easily in this form, without even needing to shift into the bear. Taking a steadying breath to keep from showing him the fear that was building she tried to laugh hiding her nervousness. “I couldn’t tell you the last time I shed a tear, though,” she said.

“That’s unfortunate,” he said, his voice sincere. “It’s a freeing feeling, I assure you.” Their eyes met, golden honeyed and hazel, the eyes befitting a man of nature, a druid he’d said it was called. She wondered if he found her own deep red eyes as unsettling as she found his, or if he struggled as she did to look away at times.

“I’ll take your word for it, Halsin,” she said finally breaking his gaze and pulling the book over to set between them. There was a rumble of appreciation she could hear from this close at the sound of his name. She tucked that knowledge into her mind to save, convincing herself it was for soothing needs only.

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BG3 Firsts Week: First Kiss

Over on Blusky, they're doing BG3 Firsts Week, so I decided to throw Laidra at this mess. Most of these will likely be precaon to BG3 and so I've also tagged it as D&D since I'm using Forgotten Realms lore for the Drow

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Enjoy Laidra's First Kiss