#nemeia

[nightingaletrash]

Don't mind me modding the game to get Nem her dad hugs with Halsin <3

(don't tag as ship)

[underworldobsessed]

Nemeia/Shadowheart/Karlach A2 or Nemeia/Karlach A2 if you only want to do pairings! 💜

(Oh my god, I was so excited to write this! I hope you enjoy it!) Send me some more prompts!

“Are you sure that’s not too much seasoning?” Nemeia leaned over the pot of sauce that was simmering over the flame that Shadowheart ignited. “I thought the recipe called for much less…” 

“Come on, Soldier! Cooking’s not just following the recipe! It’s about what it feels like! You can add however much you want of anything!” Karlach put another two or three dashes of whatever she was holding in her hand. “Trust me, this is going to be the best thing you’ve ever tasted!” 

This wasn’t right, Nemeia thought. If this was one of their cakes or cookies that they liked to bake, they couldn’t even consider changing the recipe. It would completely ruin everything and make something completely different or inedible. And they had to admit, they were worried about doing the same thing for their dinner here. 

“I’d trust Karlach, love,” Shadowheart reached and laced their fingers together, pulling their hand up to her lips. “I think she knows what she’s doing.” 

“But-,” 

“Nope, it’s my turn to cook for you two. You promised you’d let me do this,” Karlach turned and cupped Nemeia’s face, pulling them into a kiss before turning and kissing Shadowheart too. “I owe you both for getting me out of Avernus and home with the two of you. So let me give you a meal like you’ve never had before.” 

Nemeia didn’t think they could counter that, not really. They didn’t think they were owed thanks for that, but if it was what Karlach felt like she needed to do, they couldn’t really stop her. All they could do was help. 

“What can I do to help?” They decided to ask. “Do you need anything?” 

“Go get the meat we picked up from the market and put it in the other tray.” Karlach dipped a spoon in the sauce and tasted it. “Hmm, Shadowheart, come taste this,” 

Shadowheart stepped forward as Nemeia went to grab the steak and took the spoon to taste, her eyes lighting up. 

“Karlach, this is incredible! Where did you learn to cook like this!” 

“My mom taught me!” Karlach’s voice was cheery, but Shadowheart could see something underneath that. “Mom always taught me that cooking is a surefire way to show your love.” 

“Well, if that was your intent, you showed it very well,” Shadowheart stood on her toes to press another kiss to her lips. “Nemeia will love it too.” 

“I’ll love what?” Nemeia asked as they set the meat on the fire. 

“You’ll see, now come here you,” Karlach wrapped her arms around them and pulled them into another kiss. Working on dinner could wait just a few moments longer, if only to get a few more kisses in between the three of them.

[20skai]

Live for Love

Wyll x Tav OC (Nemeia)

Warnings: none really, maybe a bit of embarrassment on Wyll and Nemeia’s part 😅 but this is mostly fluff

Word Count: 1158

Duke Ulder Ravengard has been in strange circumstances but the one he’s currently in is by far the strangest. Kidnapped by Drow, smuggled away to Moonrise Towers, implanted with a tadpole, rescued by a cleric and her cohorts, and reunited with his son. It’s almost too much to take in but he is grateful to be safe from the Absolute’s clutches and having his mind back and clear.

The cleric, Nemeia, hid him when they came to the Elfsong and made sure he settled in comfortably. She made a clean bed for him and implored him to ask if there was anything else he needed and she would get for him. A very kind and selfless young woman. Beautiful too. I wonder if I could set her up with my son, he thinks. Though he quickly finds out he needn’t bother walking into the living area of the apartments.

His son was holding on to said cleric tightly and kissing her deeply. “You’ve brought him back to me, darling. Where I thought it impossible after breaking my contract with Mizora, you brought him back. I can never repay you.” Wyll kisses her again with even more fervor.

Nemeia whimpers as he begins to kiss her neck and tries to half-heartedly push him away but he doesn’t budge. “Wyll! We have to stop. Your father will be back any second. He can’t see us like this!” Wyll goes back to kissing her lips to silence her. He doesn’t want to think about that now, all he wants is to devour her. “I don’t care. Let me worship you.”

“Wyll!” Nemeia cries out, as she begins losing herself to the sensations she’s feeling.

“Son. As much as I can tell you admire her. Let the poor girl go. She looks like she’s about to implode.” The old Duke chuckles out knowing if he didn’t step in now the pair would have passed the point of no return.

The voice of his father causes Wyll to freeze and it’s long enough for Nemeia to slip from his grasp.

“Duke Ravengard! We-I. I was just…!” Nemeia stutters out trying to talk their way out of this awkward situation. But the only thing she does is flee with apologies on her lips. Wyll tries to grab her hand but she’s too quick and is out of his reach before he can blink. He then tries to run after her but is topped by his father with a shake of his head.

“Wyll, give her a bit to calm down. It’s not every day where your partner’s parent walks in on an…intimate moment.” The old Duke laughs out good naturedly which causes Wyll to blush.

The younger Ravengard looks to the door his darling ran through and sighs out in agreement. “I guess you’re right, Father. I’m just so…” Wyll struggles to find the words he feels for Nemeia, she just makes him feel so crazy. Seeing his son flounder causes a small smile to grace the old Duke face; his mind going back to a time where he courted Wyll’s mother, Francesca, on those sunny summer days in each other's company all those years ago.

“Tell me about her, son. She seems to be quite the woman.” He sits down on the chaise in the living area and invites Wyll to take a seat as well. He sits next to his father and a boyish smile graces his face when thinking of Nemeia.

“She’s amazing, Father. She’s kind and fair. But she’s tough. When we first met it was beating back a group of goblins attacking displaced tieflings from Elturel. She was and still is impressive on the battlefield. And she’s always willing to lend an ear to any problem someone has. Getting through the shadow cursed lands alive was all her doing. She always made sure we were taken care of when we were all on the road. And even now, when we finally made it to the Lower City the first thing she did was to find us all lodgings. ‘No point in us sleeping on the ground when we’re in civilization, right’, she said. Nemeia is just wonderful, Father.”

Listening to his son give high praise to this woman causes Duke Ravengard’s heart to flutter a bit realizing something that he’s always wanted to happen with Wyll but was never able to tell him before he left the Gate.

“You love her, don’t you Wyll?” The younger Ravengard flushes but the determination in his eyes when he looks at his father tells the older man all he needs to know before an answer is even given.

“Yes, Father. I do love her. She’s my shining star; she-she’s my everything.” Even though this wasn’t the way Wyll wanted to tell his Father about Nemeia, he hoped to have dinner and maybe a drink in his fathers study to tell him how deeply he feels for her. Wyll always envisioned doing it the proper way since he was young. Tales of love and romance molded him to be a gentleman when it came to dealings of the heart. But despite everything Wyll is happy that it’s finally out there in the open for his father to see. The old Duke can only nod his head and smile at his son.

“I’m so glad you found someone. Wyll. Though you may have been away from me, you were always on my mind. And I had hoped you’d find someone to give you comfort. And she is a remarkable woman, indeed. And when this Absolute threat is dealt with, maybe, you can bring her over to our home and I can give you your mother’s ring. I’m sure she feels the same as you do from the soft glances she sends your way when you both think no one is looking. So, go and tell her how you feel, son.”

Wyll’s eyes widen at the mention of his mothers ring but can’t deny that he hasn’t had the same thought for a while now. But knowing his father picked up on his feelings for Nemeia so quickly causes him to flush deeper and the old Duke can only chuckle looking back at a time where he had the same look on his face when speaking to Francesca.

Both men stand and before Wyll can walk away his father surprises him and pulls him into an embrace. The shock wears off quickly and he hugs his father back with all the bottled up emotion the last seven years apart. After a few minutes they let each other go and give the other a nod. Wyll walks away with confident steps to Nemeia’s room before he can get to the door Duke Ravengard says teasingly, “I hope to have grandchildren soon, Wyll!” The younger man freezes for a second then hurries out the door and closes it with force; hearing his father laugh as he does.

[enbysorcerer]

Day 1: Almost

Word Count: 951

TWs: None

Orianna used to pride herself on being a lone wolf. After being abandoned at the ripe age of five, she’d been taken in by a street urchin much like herself and taught the ways of her new world. When she was fifteen, he was killed and she was alone again, but it was okay this time. She knew how to steal and con and could find a way to survive even if it would be a struggle.

Then she found a half-starved elvish girl hiding in an alleyway with an infected cut on her hand. She initially guessed the girl couldn’t be more than sixteen, but upon realizing she was an elf, figured that number was closer to a hundred. Still, elves were considered children until they turned one hundred, so it was likely this girl had been living a sheltered life up until whatever got her thrown on the streets, which was made all the more apparent by the lavish clothing she wore.

So Orinanna took pity on the poor creature and took her under her wing, teaching her how to survive much like her own mentor had done years ago. The girl turned out to be fairly resourceful and, once Orianna got her talking again (the child was mute from whatever trauma had caused her to become a street urchin in the first place), she learned the kid was Tevalian and suddenly everything made sense.

Tevalian had, until very recently, been embroiled in a civil war, though Orianna wasn’t clear on the details aside from that. Something about inheritance or some such thing. The girl’s parents had been killed trying to escape the country, and she’d nearly been killed as well.

So Orianna found her heart opening ever so slightly.

While traveling through Nevus a few years after their acquaintance, they first encounter Nemeia while trying to rob the same household. They ended up escaping with their desired loot–money for Orianna and Yashira and an old spellbook for Nemeia–and going their separate ways… until they found each other again at the same tavern.

Orianna, being Orianna, decided to flirt with the woman they’d unintentionally worked with, and to her delight, the woman flirted back. She soon learned the woman’s name and that she wasn’t the one night stand type, but she appreciated the offer.

(Yashira, being Yashira, found this amusing and laughed her little butt off at Orianna’s misfortune.)

Somehow, they continued working together, and Orianna found her heart expanding ever so slightly more for Nemeia.

Then Yashira grew older and made friends and decided to travel with those friends, leaving Orianna and Nemeia traveling alone for the first time since making each other’s acquaintance. At first, it felt a little odd, but it did give them time to evaluate things, and Orinana realized her feelings for the other tiefling weren’t so platonic after all. Unfortunately, Nemeia showed no signs of returning those not so platonic feelings.

Thus leading to today.

They were traveling through Beveileius, having met up with Yashira for a little while a few days ago, and were making their way to Gevalia when Nemeia called for a break due to her leg.

See, Nemeia came from a place where the local human and Orc tribes didn’t exactly see eye to eye and had lost her leg below the knee in a skirmish between the two when she was young (part of why she didn’t do one night stands was because she was self-conscious about the missing appendage when it came to sex; it wasn’t exactly a pretty sight, after all). While she was used to having the prosthetic, that didn’t mean it didn’t sometimes hurt to have it on for extended periods of time.

As they paused and set up for a break, Nemeia found a downed log and sat on it, pulling up her dress and twisting off the prosthetic. Orianna sat down beside her, perhaps a little closer than necessary but it was nearing winter and getting chilly. As she leaned over to potentially offer her help, Nemeia raised up, putting their lips strikingly close to one another.

Nemeia blushes, pulling away. She looked remarkably kissable when she did that. “S-sorry. I, uh, d-didn't realize you were so close.”

“No, no. It’s my bad,” Orinana apologizes. “I was too close.”

“It, um, it’s okay.” Nemeia chews on her lip. Orianna finds her eyes glued to the sight, and the temptation to just kiss her grows ever stronger.

Nemeia’s eyes flicker between Orianna’s eyes and her lips. She hesitates before standing up, forgetting her leg was off and wobbling. “Ah!”

Orianna jumps up, wrapping a hand around Nemeia’s waist. “You okay? What are you doing?”

“...I have no idea,” Nemeia replies. “I just…” She looks up at Orianna. “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know,” Orianna admits. She’d wanted to kiss Nemeia for some time now, had wanted to sleep with her even longer, but she’s also afraid of ruining the good thing they have going now. “I really want to kiss you though,” she admits, hoping it wasn’t a mistake.

Nemeia stays silent long enough for Orianna to think it was. “I want to kiss you too.” She chews on her lip again. “Should we do it?”

Orianna hesitates. “I’d like to.”

Nemeia spins on her good leg to face Orianna more properly. “So would I.”

Who leans in first is a mystery, but before long their lips meet. Orianna was used to sleeping around and had never gotten the sparks that people talked about when kissing someone for the first time, but goddess does she feel them now.

Soon, Nemeia pulls back. “That was…wow.”

“Yeah.”

“Can… can we do it again?”

“Absolutely.”

[fhayra]

act 3 looks good on nemeia :)

karlach thinks so too under the cut

[ghoulgeists]

more gay tiefling hell

[utilitycaster]

For the ask meme - Keyleth to Beau to Laudna! And I haven't actually finished any of the campaigns, so idk if that changes anything but I have obsessively read up on them all when I realize I've fallen behind and a new campaign was going to start soon 😅

note: no longer taking asks on this topic, answering the ones I currently have

I mean. Marisha, is the theme. FWIW as mentioned I find Marisha bounces around in concept the most with her characters, so unlike with (as answered elsewhere) Sam and Laura, for example, who tend to always circle around a theme it really is just. You like Marisha.

[sterks]

My Dnd Tiefling Life Cleric, Nemeia!