If the Netherese Orb in his chest wasn't enough dropping a Demigod Baby at his camp with no warning was probably a breaking point for Gale.
He adores you with his entire mind, body, and soul. If it was you or reality itself he would actually destroy the world if it meant you remained safe and unknowing in his tower. That being said, having his current condition with needing to magically absorb items and taking care of a newborn while trying to get the Ithilid out of his head is incredibly complicated. Thankfully, he isn't alone. It takes a village and his party members stepped up to be that village when you appeared.
A demigod baby is different than a normal child. There isn't a lot of information on cases like this, so while Gale researches to try and prepare, he knows he will likley have to come to his own conclusions. You will grow faster than a human and live much longer than one something he dreads as he fears you will be lonely. You will also be stronger, and your magic... the Weave itself is apart of your blood. While Wizard training will be apart of your upbringing Gale is unsure if you are a Soreceress or Warlock due to your divine heritage. All he knows for sure is you will not grow like a normal human, and you have potent magic that may be difficult to control.
You are a fast learner and even as a baby you quickly absorb knowledge. You are aware of the world around you and are very curious. Always watching, always learning. The companions notice quickly how your wide eyes are always looking, how you're always listening. You need to be stimulated constantly either with them talking to you or doing something with you or you cry and fuss bored out of your mind.
Astarion is surprisingly really good with babies and children. Something about their innocence allows him to see the world in a new light, allows him to heal apart of himself he's long thought broken. He's very protective of the fleshy thing that's joined their camp and when Gale is busy the Wizard trusts Astarion to take care of you.
The first sign he cared for you before anything else was the quality of your clothes suddenly improving. Gale put you in what was comfortable to you, sometimes what was cute if he felt indulgent or Tara begged. Astarion thought that was blasphemous considering your half god parentage. The vampire while not fond of dieties, was insistent in making everything you owned a master piece fit for a Jr. God. And he proved this by throwing anything away that was to drab in his taste. The spawn adores dressing you in soft and warm fabrics hand embroided and stitched by him. He refuses for the Wizard to let you be dressed in rags. You're a God, for goodness sake. You always look ready for a fashion show with Astarion around.
You like to watch him sew. As you sit in his tent on the floor playing with fabrics he gossips with you. As you sit and babble, he babbles back. He asks for your advice while embroidering things and attempts to include you even if you don't fully understand. He constantly talks about fashion and shows you different fabrics and threads letting you see different stitching styles. He adores sassing with you, and when hes annoyed with a companion he holds you in a sassy manner and has you babble or giggle to make it seem like you agree with what hes saying. Very snooty and silly.
The spawn also makes you several stuffed animals, soft blankets, and pillows. He spends hours painstakingly embroidering things for you and every time you gurgle in happiness or clap or laugh he secretly smiles in his wine cup. It really does make him soft seeing you happy and cared for, playing with his toys and wrapped warmly in blankets and clothing he made you. It heals apart of him he didn't realize he could fix.
He pretended to hate you at first. He really tried, but everyone sees the way the spawn fusses when you so much as sniffle like you're upset. His touch becomes gentle, and his voice soft as he soothes you back to sleep after a nightmare. He hissed at Gale once while he was holding you not wanting to let go. Apprentally spawn have VERY strong instincts about protecting babies and children that Astarion now has to deal with. Poor Gale was worried he wouldn't get his child back from the moody vampire.
Gale is a very competent Father. He has always wanted a family being a romantic and knew whoever his partner was he wanted to help them raise the child. While books do not prepare you for raising a child especially a child like his, his vast knowledge of child care and spells focused on aiding children does help with raising you. Tara is also a good help. His familar adores you and is always focused on your happiness and health.
He reads to you constantly and never baby talks to you. Rather he treats you like an intellectual equal. When they begin talking, everyone's sure they'll be the smartest and most well-read baby in all of FaeRune. Especially with the diverse literature options everyone in camp has for them.
Halsin is going to kidnap the child when Gale isn't looking. Bless him, he has good intentions but Gale is scared Halsin will actually take his baby to live in the Grove and become a druid far from any city. The ArchDruid isn't fond of WaterDeep or Baldurs Gate and is very intent on making sure Gales child is not a shut in and rather an extroverted naturalist. The baby already has a strong magical affinity so having them train as a druid is the next step surely.
The druid likes curling around the baby in bear form to keep them warm and safe. When the baby naps, Halsin also naps keeping the baby comfortable in blankets and his thick furr.
Halsin has a small herb garden he keeps in camp. When he watches you, he lets you help garden no matter your age. If you trample any of his plants he considers it apart of learning and will simply fix it when you are with Gale again. Babies explore by placing things in their mouth, which is why their likley to eat dirt or sand or rocks. Halsin lets you play in mud despite Astarions protests, but the driud is very careful not to let you eat things you shouldn't. He explains the plants to you sitting your body in his lap as he lets you touch leaves and feel flowers. Gale loves to watch you when you explore, your eyes getting big when you hold a pretty or soft plant. He will tell you the scinetific name for blooms as Halsin safely lets you explore nature.
The druid carves you handmade toys. All sorts of animals to play with, blocks to stack, and monsters to fight. He adores watching you play with his carvings using your magic to have them float or holding them and babbling. You are spoiled in the toy department from Halsins wooden creatures to Astarions stuffed animals.
Gale is constantly working to keep you intellectually and emotionally stimulated with everyone. The entire camp babbles with you, draws with you, reads with you, talks with you, tells you stories, plays with you. He is a very active father. He has plans for your emotional, health, intellectual, and physical milestones. Hes also the dad who records everything. He is creating a journal / scrapbook of your childhood and he is not ashamed of how much he loves you. You are his everything.
If the demi god god so much as sniffles, everyone is panicked. Halsin works with Gale on naturalistic and magical cures to their ailment. Shadowheart is also very diligent in this field not wanting the kid to feel hurt or sick ever. Halsin makes the best tea, Gale cooks the best soup, and Shadowheart hums the best lullabies when you feel unwell. Everyone has a different way of helping wanting you to feel safe and secure. Thankfullu demigod rarley get ill so it's mostly tummy aches and growth pains then fevers and true sickness.
Mama K or Aunty Karlach is probably the best babysitter ever. As a demigod your immune to her flames and can't be hurt by her Infernal Engine. Your presence actually makes her engine hurt less, something everyone attributes to your divine nature.
If you're fussy and can't nap, Gales Netherese orb or Karlachs infernal engine always soothes you. The Netheres orb has a pulse to it that's comforting to you while Karlachs chest is warm with a gentle ticking noise. You love curling up in her arms and sleeping because of how warm she is.
Karlach wants to tell you about her life about how she grew up, but she doesn't want to scare you. Avernus and the Nine Hells aren't exactly friendly and she'd rather Enver never come near you. Still, sometimes if she's having a sentimental moment she may talk about her parents and some different places in Hell that weren't all terrible.
Karlach loves to hold and cuddle you and often lets you borrow Clive despite your growing stuffed animal collection. She makes silly faces and plays games with you, keeping you entertained. Gale trusts Karlach to watch you and knows she'll take care of you, the tiefling is undoubtedly soft. Though when she throws and catches you much to your squealing delight, Gale does never have a panic attack almost every time.
Scratch and the Owlbear Cub adore you! They love to play and are very gentle with you, never once harming you with their claws or teeth. Gale was panicked at first, worried about them accidentally harming you but the camp companions are nothing but careful. They are the perfect fluffy and feathery play mates. Scratch brings you his ball so you can throw it with your little hands or magic and Owlbear carries you on his back, acting as a cool older brother who gives you rides. Owlbear also loves preening you playfully playing with your hair. Scratch and the Owlbird often ask for pets showing their bellies to you and they love to nap with you keeping you safe as you toddle around before sleeping. The animals are very protective of you, and if there's any perceived danger, they keep you near them safe from harm. Tara finds their antics amusing.
Shadowheart acts like she hates the baby at first but when no one's listening or watching she loves to play with you. Her humming always soothes you to sleep.
You share her love for dumb romance novels it seems. One night while reading outloud for fun, Shadowhearts voice soothed your crying and fussing. You are a bookworm because of your father, but apprentally you enjoy romance trash as much as his take on complicated Weave Theory. Wyll finds this hilarious while Gale fears Shadowheart will get you hooked on those dumb smut novels when you're old enough, heavens forbid.
She finds her scar from Shar doesn't hurt when you're around. Mystras blessing in you somehow blocks out Shars curse in her. She doesn't tell anyone about this, but it's clear when she's having a bad day your presence cheers her up. She was raised not to make attachments or connections but she finds your laughter irresistible and tries not to think too hard on how your presence makes the shadows in her mind disappear. You are a beacon of light.
She worries about your health and growth and often spends time with Gale researching on how to handle your quick development. Many demigods don't make it to adulthood as they get targeted or their god side becomes to much for their mortal side, she will not let that happen to you.
Lae'zel is not a child person but she finds herself falling in love with the kid rather quickly. She keeps asking Gale when she can gift you your first sword and begin teaching you how to fight as Gith start much quicker in combat than most species.
She does tumble roll and other exercises with you when she watches you. Baby development involves tummy time, rolling, which leads to crawling and running. While she may not understand the entire process as Gith mature faster than humans due to being born from an egg she takes time to learn what needs to be done. As you grow, she's careful to do proper enrichment and stretching so your body is healthy and your muscles are strong.
Lae'zel takes time to teach you about her culture and her people as well as armory knowledge and weapon handling. Holding you in her lap with weapons nearby but not in your reach, she explains their uses and how to take care of them. She speaks of battles shes won and scars shes gained over the years. Gale has had to cut her off during particularly violent stories but the Gith means no harm. The Wizard gets alarmed when you clap at some of Lae'zels more violent stories while Karlach cheers and Astarion snickers. Mystra save him...
Your favorite stories are always about her riding red dragons. She tells you of her culture. Of Githyanki trails and rituals. How you are lucky to be raised by a father as she never had one. She explains how her people raise dragons. How they catch and ride wild ones. How dangerous they are, how beautiful. She lifts you circling you in the sky, promising you that one day she'll teach you to ride your own.
Minthara is rather fond of the demigod. You show strength and promise from a young age and while she's not a fan of Gale she enjoys you. A soreceress or sorcerer is much stronger than a Wizard after all.
Much like Lae'zel the drow speaks of her culture and how she grew up in the UnderDark. And every time Minzobarzen is brought up Gale has to get ready to cast a silence spell or grab you and leave. The drow is surprisingly maternal. Ver overprotective but in the weirdest ways. She'll let you hold a sword at age two but won't let you talk to strangers and will consider everything and everyone a risk outside the camp.
Wyll is one of the best options to be your babysitter. He is great with kids and adores them balancing being fun with safe in a way many other companions lack. He tells some of the best stories and uses all the voices like how Gale does. He has many stories to tell and you always babble and clap for more. No matter hoe old you get telling stories will always be your way of bonding with people.
You don't fear his horns. You like them. Whenever Wyll goes to hold you, your small hands grab for his face. When he leans down you babble and grab his horns just like you do with Karlach. You also have a thing for grabbing people's tails liking to hold onto them.
Gale often finds himself smiling, watching Wyll dance and hum holding his child. The Blade of Frontiers has a soft spot for dancing and whispers to you about his life in the court before his deal with Mizora. Your eyes always get so wide as you listen to the half fiend speak of court life and gentry. He's heard the man tell you more than once if he becomes Duke you will have a place in his court.
Astarion: dancing in the moonlight, rich wine, full hearts, whispers in the dark, tears staining lashes, stolen kisses, secrets shared in silk sheets, blood stained lips, holding each other like the morning may not come, the gleam of a dagger, the cut of a knife, fangs brushing skin, shadows and sunlight, the thrill of adventure, pet names, tracing old scars, kissing healed wounds, poetic compliments, biting remarks, heartbeats in sync, embroidery, fine clothes, nightmares soothed with kisses, eternal love
Gale: stuttered compliments, yearning, knuckles brushing, magical ramblings, acts and declarations of love, breakfast in bed, late night reading, the smell of tea, the taste of home, domesticity, love letters, blankets and books, nights under the stars, ink stained hands, the sound of pages turning, poets hearts, holding each other until the candle burns out, cat purring, magic tricks, sparks flying, stories til dawn, divinity in each other
Halsin: hair tucked behind your ear, kisses on your forehead, flower crowns, sunset and sunfall, the smell of the wild, the taste of earth, sweet tooth, love birds, pressed flowers in books, the feel of dirt, gardening, warm nights bundled in furr, running in meadows, baths in the river, shower in the waterfall, bear hugs from behind, carried like a damsel, hanging spices, full meals, berry and honey pie, love stronger than earth and sky
Wyll: waltzing, hearty adventures told at a tavern, laughter, the crackling of fire, the smell of smoke, his jacket on your shoulders, his hands on your hips, sparring, sharing kisses, mead and wine, horseback riding, bridal carry, the sound of a blade, the feel of a calloused hand, gentle mismatched eyes, whispered confessions of devotion, love burning brighter than the heavens hotter than the hells
You are a Fire Aasimar, born with the ability to summon phoenix wings and Blessed Child of Kossuth your Mother was a follower of his church. While she was not considered an Eternal Flame of Kossuth, her name would live on through you. If you proved yourself with his blood as a partial Elemental Primordial you would both be immortalized, her as a Fervid Fire and Mother of an Eternal Flame.
You have the rare ability to shift between Mortal and Demigod. As a young child you began to show signs that you could summon and control Fire. As a teenager you could fully change between an elemental primordial form which you summon in battle and a human form which mirrors your Mother.
While you look mortal there is a power just beneath the surface many can feel. Your eyes blaze with an untamed flame, your body always runs warm, and under the moonlight or sunlight you always seem to have a bit of a glow.
Karlach is obsessed with your fire elemental form. Especially your wings. Her innocent curiosity and endless questions quickly turn into flirty banter as the tiefling realizes she can touch you without harming you, that you match her heat and her passion.
Karlach loves your wings, she's never seen anything like them. Whether they're on fire or not she's enamoured by them. She loves to run her fingers through them to tease you and make sparks fly when you get flustered from her touch. While Karlach isn't used to people touching her at all, your wings are sensitive due to only being touched by your Mother or Father.
Your fire is strange because Kossuths fire can be purifying or destructive. Your wings can have healing properties similar to a phoenix, the fire healing the sick or burning the damned
As a fellow warrior fighting and strong holding each other quickly becomes a love language. You are the child of a God, a God who focuses on strength, loyalty, and passion. The temple you were raised in has focused on you being a warrior your entire life. An Eternal Flame that will never burn out and serve your Father and his Faith well. Karlach and you spend hours training unafraid of your powers as neither of you can burn each other.
Competing becomes common with you and Karlach. The two of you making challenges for the other. Who can summon the hottest flames? Who can shoot a fireball furthest? Who can wrestle the other to the floor fastest? Your flames burn brightest around her and her infernal engine feels most at home with you around
Karlach is very kind, often wanting to do the right thing and not involve innocents in the crossfire. She knows that Kossuth is considered a neutral deity or elemental primordial and that your Father and Mother raised you to also be neutral. That being said, she won't tolerate when your passionate anger turns to sadism. Many followers of Kossuth can be led down darker paths with little persuasion as the temples are either neutral or morally gray aligning. She will not let your past in the temple dictate your current path. If you chose to be a harbinger of Destruction rather than a Bringer of Light she will leave you.
Even though Karlach fully knows you're capable of protecting yourself and defending yourself without her, she is very protective. Her bubbly and kind personality will quickly fade if she finds she doesn't like how someone is treating you. If someone hurts you in battle or your wings are damaged in any way she goes berserker mode and shows no mercy. Afterwards though she's all kisses and cuddles.
Wants to teach you to loosen up and have fun. She's a solider too, but your rigidity is sometimes hard to handle. She dances like a bird around you trying to make you laugh and jokes about mating dances because of your wings
When you begin to have a more serious relationship with Karlach you explain your upbringing more clearly. The Church of Kossuth was divided into a strict hierarchy. At the very top were the Eternal Flames of Kossuth what your Father promised you could be should you meet his expectations. Each Eternal Flame was the leader of a single temple that was over three Most Fervid Fires. Below each Most Fervid Fire were two Numinous Blazes. The priestly ranks below this were, from highest to lowest Inspired Forge, Flamebrother/ Flamesister, Fury of the Faith, Pillar of Flame, Zealous Pyre, Devoted Blaze, Righteous Flame, and Torch of the Faith.
Each temple had exactly six Inspired Forges, Flamebrothers or Flamesisters, Furies of the Faith, Pillars of Flame, and Zealous Pyres and many of the lower ranking priests. One could only achieve a rank higher than Devoted Blaze through recommendation of two higher-ranking priests and only if there was an opening in the ranks. Collectively, these priests were called the Promised. It's your destiny to someday ascend to godhood with your father. But maybe Karlach... could come with you?
Your Raphael headcanons have me positively smitten, you capture the character so well it's practically criminal 😭!
Would you consider doing more headcanons revolving his relationship? Like maybe other milestones in their lives; wedding, kids, aging, etc etc...?
In either case, you're an amazing writer 💜
Yes, Raphael is one of my favorite characters in the game! I will definitely write more content for him. There will be more head cannons, promise !!! I have a few drafts for him and other characters 🥰 🥰 🥰
Super excited for some yandere headcannons I'm working on.
I will be writing and designing a personal letters for up to 4 randomly chosen users, written by the character, setting and genre of your choosing!
Everything is up to you; a sweet letter from your friend/comfort character, a lovely paper from your partner or maybe something steamier from your lover— Whatever you want, you just have to tell me!
I will be writing for all the characters from Demon Slayer, Squid Game, Dragonage Veilguard and Baldur’s Gate 3.
Below are some letter examples from Sanemi (KNY) . This is just an example to kind of know what to expect. Every letter will be different and also may be more than one page long! (Also, the doodle in the corner isn't included but I added it for fun)
How do you participate?
Leave a comment in this post below with some kind of sign that you like to join this event. I will be choosing up to 4 user randomly through a spinning wheel to give everyone an equal chance. Everyone can participate even if you don’t follow me!
In two weeks, on the 18th of March, I will be contacting the users per private message to work out the details of what characters you like, what kind of letter it should be, if it should be addressed to you or your OC and whatever else needs discussing. The winners will be announced on said date.
I'm looking forward to this and I hope you look forward to this as much as I do.
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Wahhhhh it‘s lowkey overwhelming to have so many followers Imma be honest >.<. I talked about this ages ago and decided to use this as a special event. Thank you @/flametrashira for letting me use her event idea and thank YOU ALL for following and supporting me!! I wouldn’t be doing this without you all <333
Synopsis: Years have passed since the Elder Brains defeat. After your party disbanded and spread across FaeRun you left ShadowHeart unable to support her dark path with Shar. Years later you have found the truth of her past and have decided to try and reach the good in her one last time. Now ShadowHeart is forcrd to make a decision her Lady Shar or the Love of her Life you. However, Shar has other plans.
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Being Shar’s Chosen was unforgiving. Shadowheart was a Mother Superior, sacrifice by sacrifice: bloodshed by bloodshed, Shadowheart did everything to keep her place.
“No…” She retaliated against Shar for the first time. Her clenched fists drew blood from her palms as she stared at your chained form. She hadn't seen you in years having part ways when she chose Shar over you. “My lady, take me instead. You have other children to damn.” She begs. Coming closer her hands shake and she feels shame as she reaches for you. “I will not sacrifice you…” She softly whispered, a pained expression appearing on her face as she looked at you wrapped in Shar’s chains. “I won’t allow it.” She willed it not to be so as she came closer her faith faltering.
You stared back at ShadowHeart before you looked to the cults polished floor. The chains dug into your skin painfully, the weight feeling inescapable. Perhaps under all those cold and cruel layers her friend was still in there somewhere. That kind Selunite she truly was underneath it all.
ShadowHeart having learned the truth of her past, of her abduction felt anger at her parents negligence and not Shar. She decided to go back to the Cult, decided to pledge herself and her loyalty to her Goddess forever more. She was rewarded for her choice and became a Mother Superior.
You came to tell her you found her family but the woman before you didn't care for them, only you. And Shar didn't want her loyalty broken. Her Chosen to betray her. Shivering in the deity's presence she whispered dark things to the cleric. Obsessive things. Ideas so twisted they only had a home in the shadows.
As you stared at her begging her to help you leave you heard the whispers in your mind. ShadowHeart could have you but only if she was willing to fully control you in the Cult.
You watched as Shadowheart got a chill run down her spine. The things Shar was whispering in her head about you… you watched the half elf try to shake it off, to pretend like she didn’t hear the Goddess’s words.
“I…” Shadowheart gripped her head, her hair falling onto her face, sweat was lining her brow as she struggled to keep her eyes open, to focus on the figure before her. “I can’t…I won’t….” She weakly protests.
But that was a lie. She could and she would. Because you were always her weakness, her one chink in her armor.
Shars touch was gentle and it felt cool like shadows cast by Moonlight. She brushed her Chosens hair back and whispered evil delightful things. Things that made both people present shiver.
A lover. A reward. A present from her Lady. If ShadowHeart could not kill you then she must own you and share you with Shar.
ShadowHeart had a tome in her hand, one that was not there before. One that could alter and rewrite memories. Another gift from her Goddess. Her Lady of Sorrows, Mistress of Memories.
You were an Adventurer, a powerful Magic User. An experienced Sorceress and even rarer an Oracle. You would be useful for their cause. Lady Shar had more need for you alive than dead.
”She would be…a fine addition…” You shook your head attempting to get Shar out, your mind feeling violated by her darkness.
Shadowheart tried to ignore the voice in her head. The soft touch of her Lady’s presence brushing against her skin, the feeling of those cold fingers running through her hair, pushing it back from her sweaty face. To others Shar was a terrifying force of absolute power, a bringer of absolute oblivion. But with Shadowheart she was a beloved almost motherly presence. A firm guiding hand that pushed her towards bloodshed and greatness.
“Please…my Lady….I’m begging you….” You stared at Shar in terrified awe your seer sight allowing you to see the goddess in all her dark glory. The woman was gorgeous, with purple smoky skin. Her headdress hid her eyes but not her cruel smile. The gold and precious gems that adorned her silk clothing were from the heavens her robes made of the night itself.
"ShadowHeart. Your family-" You finally find your voice as you try to convince your friend but ShadowHeart frowned. Her family was here. Lady Shar was her Mother, this cult was her home.
"Her family is with us." Shar declares. "But you may join us child." The Goddess offers her voice demanding but soothing as she spoke, like silk and smoke and venom. The tome in ShadowHearts hands begins to flip pages before it stops Shars hand keeping the page flat. "One way or another." Shar hums granting her Chosen her power, her blessing to do her bidding.
ShadowHeart could keep you. Her Chosen deserved to be pampered by her Goddess after all. Shadowheart gripped the tome so hard that you thought it would rip in half, her knuckles were white as she stared at you tied in chains.
She could keep you.
The words echoed through ShadowHearts mind, again and again and again. In your mind. It was a dizzying display of power with dark promises.
The idea of keeping you was… perfect. Everything Shadowhearts ever wanted, her dream come true. You began shaking your eyes fixed on ShadowHeart and the tome. You would be a reward from her Lady. You could feel Shadowhearts thoughts, she could keep you safe and away from the cruel outside world. But she knew the price she would have to pay. She knew what was expected of her. She knew what her Lady desired.
“I am yours, always…” Shadowheart whispered, feeling the words like poison on her tongue. She felt the surge of her Lady’s power through her own, a coldness running through her veins. You watched her arms glow with the surge but at the same time…a part of her felt happy? Her Lady was rewarding her. She loved her.
Too bad you were the prize.
Shadowheart ran a finger over a page in the book, staring at the words on it, her mind conjuring up a scenario.
The voice in her head was getting harder to ignore, a demanding, almost sickeningly sweet tone to it. Her eyes drifted to the tome in her hands. It opened to the page of Its own accord, and she could almost feel Shar’s power surging from the pages. Her eyes locked with yours and you knew exactly what she wanted frm you.
“Yes….” She didn’t even realize how obediently she was agreeing, the words leaving her lips like a sweet poison. “She will join us, my lady.” Shadowheart echoed the words of her Goddess aloud.
"ShadowHeart-!" You protest before Shar waved her hand. The sound of gold clicking against each other filled the room as her bangles moved. A silk cloth was summoned and carefully wrapped around your mouth silencing you. The black cloth adorned with Shars glorious night kept you from trying to escape by convincing ShadowHeart to let you go or Spellcasting. With your hands and mouth occupied you were at their mercy.
Pulling against your chains you yell, tears dripping down your face at the betrayal but the sound is muffled, making Shar smirk amused. The Goddess is being oddly gentle despite the cruelty she'd show anyone else in a similar situation. Shar truly wanted her Mother Superior happy. Her present unharmed.
“Shhhh…” Shadowheart whispers to you, and with your minds connected you sense a part of her felt a pang of guilt. A whisper of the old self she used to be, but it was swiftly crushed by her Lady’s Power and Presence.
Shadowheart felt the dark magic surging through her, the tome was practically humming with the power of her Lady. She let her eyes drift back down to the open book, staring at the words, feeling her hand tracing them over and over as she stared at the dark script.
“Stop struggling...” Shadowheart’s words were gentle, but firm.
"...!" You pull at the magical chains binding you, a loud rattling echoing in the otherwise silent temple hallway as they clash into the floor. The cuffs dig into your wrists but they are padded keeping you from truly harming yourself. Your cries are muffled as you struggle clearly afraid.
"The spell is painless..." Shar promises urging ShadowHeart to read it, gently guiding her Chosen closer to her prize. "I am a Goddess of my word. A Goddess who rewards her children." Shar hums. Shadowheart felt a pang of guilt again as she stared at her struggling friend. Her hand traced over the words of the tome, her ladies magic washing over her in waves.
Painless. Rewards.
Those words rang in ShadowHearts mind, in yours. She knew her Lady didn’t lie. Why would she? But she still couldn’t shake the guilt. She felt the soft brush of Shar’s touch against her cheek, coaxing her to look up at the Goddess.
Shadowheart took a deep breath before her eyes flickered back to Miriam, looking at her wide, fearful eyes.
“It is quite painless….” Shadowheart found herself echoing Shar’s words, looking at her Goddess for affirmation. Her fingers skim over the text of the book, tracing the words that would be sealing your fate.
Your heart was racing, your eyes going from Shadowheart to the book. You yank at your chains again your entire body trembling.
“My Lady.” ShadowHearts voice was soft, quieter. And you watched her Lady’s hand slide onto her shoulder as if to gently reassure her that it was alright.
“Tell me… when do I begin?” Shar lightly brushed a lock of hair from ShadowHeart's face, a gesture that was almost motherly if the diety wasn't so manipulative. She leaned closer to her chosen, her lips almost touching her ear as she spoke. Her voice was soft, but it was loud enough for you to hear every word. There was almost an edge of excitement in it.
"You may begin now my dear." Shar whispered, and ShadowHeart felt a shiver run down her spine. She wasn't sure whether it was from Shar or her own excitement as her eyes met your own.
You fought against your binds harder, your eyes filled with tears as you stared at Shadowheart, silently begging her to stop, to think this through. But your cries were silenced by the thick piece of black silk that was bound around your mouth. The dark fabric was embroidered with shimmering silver thread, the silk was cool to the touch as ShadowHeart touched it. She slowly traced over the fabric covering your lips.
Shars touch was oddly gentle, the Goddess brushing a lock of ShadowHeart’s hair back from her face, her fingers softly gliding down her cheek as they both observed you.
Shadowheart straightened up, towering over your form in the chains. Your eyes were wide in a panicked state. The black silk felt smooth under ShadowHeart's trembling fingers, she let them linger for a moment, her hand hovering over the fabric before she finally pulled away and started to recite the words of the spell aloud.
Every syllable seemed to echo in the chamber, the air growing heavy with magic as Shar's power surged through them. ShadowHeart felt it washing over her, the sensation like a cold waterfall cascading down her spine, seeping into her bones.
It was intoxicating.
And for you it was like a fog was settling over your brain. It became harder to focus it became harder to feel afraid.
ShadowHearts gaze flicked back to Shar, the Goddess watching her every move, eyes filled with cold excitement. “You are doing quite well dear one…” Shar whispered, her eyes locked on ShadowHeart with a gaze that could either be prideful or cruel.
ShadowHeart was trembling now, the feeling of her Goddess’ power swirling around her was overwhelming like a drug. Her own thoughts were slipping away from her, blending with her Lady’s presence like smoke. Their combined power left no space for you in your own mind.
The words kept flowing from her mouth, the tome hanging from her fingertips like a lifeline. She found herself unable more than ever to refuse her Ladies commands, to argue or disagree with her.
The feeling scared you. Mind muddled you still attempted to struggle as the magic surrounded you, the spell weaving itself around your form. Shadowheart watched with fascination as her beloveds eyes which had started off as scared began to glaze over. Her head began to spin and she felt oddly calm. She felt safe. The spell was taking effect, ShadowHeart could see it in your eyes, feel it in your soul.
The glaze forms a hazy, almost protective covering in your eyes. The fear was slipping away and replaced with what almost looked like calm.
ShadowHeart took a deep breath, her heart beating faster. She could feel her Ladies power almost *laughing* inside of her.
“Such a good girl….” Shar’s voice purred, and ShadowHeart felt her heart flutter at the praise. Your struggles slowly faded away as the spell continued to weave itself around your mind, your body starting to relax, the muscles that had been so taut before started to loosen. It was as if the spell was slowly washing away your fears and doubts, replacing them with a sense of calm and trust.
Your eyes still held a hint of confusion, but that was slowly slipping away, being replaced with something else.
ShadowHeart could see it happening. And it excited her.
"Keep going dear..." Shadowheart heard Shar whisper in her ear, a hint of excitement in her voice. The gag fell from the Oracles mouth as Shar waved her hand and the chains disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Your arms reached out your eyes hazy as Shars magic wiggled into your head changing your memories.
"My Goddess... My Mother Superior..." Uou whisper in a love sick haze admiring ShadowHeart and Shar. ShadowHeart felt a shiver run down her spine as your voice came out in a love sick haze. Your eyes were wide and dilated, your voice coming out with an odd dreamy-like quality to it.
Mother Superior.
ShadowHeart felt her chest flutter at the words.
My
The single word echoed through her head, a possessive, almost jealous feeling taking over her body. You could feel it and you shivered wanting her to take you, to own you. Her fingers gripped the tome tighter your subservient emotions making her swallow.
Your gaze was fixed on Shadowheart, there was no fear in your eyes, no disgust or hate in them. Just… devotion. The spell was almost complete, you would soon fully belong to ShadowHeart and they would forever serve Shar together. ShadowHeart felt her heart racing as the final words of the spell began to form in her mouth. She could feel her Lady’s power surging through her, the tome in her hand was trembling slightly as she gripped it tighter.
She wanted this, she needed this. You needed her.
The room was thick with magic, the air filled with the scent of dark smoke and moonlight. “Almost…” Her Lady’s voice whispered, the sound of it sending a jolt through the both of uou, sharp and sweet like pain, like pleasure.The spell was almost complete.
ShadowHeart could see the transformation happening right in front of her. Your entire being was changing, shifting.
Your expression was no longer a mix of fear and panic, but soft and submissive. Your eyes were still hazy, but they now held something else in them. Devotion, Obedience.
Submission.
Your were now hers. And Shar's.The transformation was almost too easy.
It was as if something inside of your mind had snapped, your expression switching from fear to something soft and docile. ShadowHeart could see the devotion in your eyes, the submission that had replaced your fight.
It was surreal, almost like a switch had been flicked in your mind, and it sent a shiver of excitement down ShadowHeart's spine.
“Almost finished my dear…” Shar’s voice washed over her, and she felt her body react, her grip on the tome tightening. The spell was over and the transformation almost complete. Lady Shar let go of ShadowHeart and glided towards you, her form floating over the temples polished stone.
As you reached out for your Goddess the deity gently touched you, tilting your head up which caused you to close your eyes in bliss. Lady Shars voice filled your mind as the Lady marked you as hers.
ShadowHeart watched with a mix of fascination and excitement as her Lady floated over to you, the diety's form was almost ethereal, like a dream.
You reached out your hand to your goddess, your eyes closed in bliss as Shar gently lifted your chin, their connection now forming a link between them.
Lady Shar’s voice was like silk and smoke, a smooth and sweet sound that filled your head, causing your body to shiver softly.
The connection was made, Shar’s mark now on you, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind who you belonged to. Your hair darkened as all Shars subjects did. Similar to Selune and white hair, Shar had black. Your locks darkened until there were jet black like the night sky, like Shadow Hearts
As Lady Shar made her claim on the Oracle, your features began to change.
The change was subtle, but it was there. It was a sign of your submission, a reminder to all that you belonged to Shar now. Body mind and soul.
ShadowHeart couldn't help but watch in awe as the transformation took place. The once bright and sunny Mage now looked like a dark replica of her own appearance. When your eyes opened, they were no longer the same color but a purple gray. You were truly Shars now.
ShadowHeart watched as her Lady placed a gentle kiss on the Oracle's forehead, the gesture almost affectionate. She felt something in her chest, something she didn't quite understand. Your clothes changed and morphed as well. Your adventuring outfit was gone, turned to ash. As ShadowHeart watched, amazed, your once practical and comfortable adventuring outfit began to shift and change, the fabric melting like black ink.
New clothing appeared on you, as if conjured out of the darkness. The material was fine and expensive looking, jet black and clinging to your form.
You were now dressed in the official regalia of Shar’s High Priests. ShadowHeart felt her breath catch in her throat as you stood there, clothed in the regalia of Shar's High Priests. The fabric of the robes hugged your form perfectly, the material shimmering in the candlelight as if it was woven from the shadows themselves.
It was a vision.
You looked like a High Priestess of Shar through and through. Everything about you screamed that she belonged to the Mistress of the Night. Shar helped you stand, the Oracle's legs shaky after the transformation. Golden jewelry mimicking the goddesses' own appeared as Shar pulled away. Bangles and a circlet with diamonds and jewels hung around your head.
You were perfection and ShadowHearts gift. ShadowHeart felt her heart flutter as she watched Shar helped you to your feet, the High Priests legs wobbly from the transformation she had just endured. The way the Goddess’s power was so effortlessly used was intoxicating to see.
You, now adorned with the jewelry that mimicked Lady Shar's, looked like a piece of living art. You were perfect, and you were ShadowHearts.
"My Heart!" You called before you stumbled when Shar pulled away, allowing the transformed to run into ShadowHearts awaiting arms. You fell into her embrace and melted into the woman's affection humming content.
You seemed to melt into her embrace, your body was soft. You submitted to the touch of your Mother Superior. Shars mark rested over your heart, the Goddess burning herself into your mind with her magic and tying them by a psychical bond as well. ShadowHeart had a matching one.
As you melted into ShadowHeart's arms, the bond between them was completed. Shar's mark was now seared into your mind and body, forever connecting you all.
A psychical bond was now formed, ShadowHeart felt something in her chest respond to their connection. A deep thud, thud, thud that was strangely familiar and new all at once. You took ShadowHearts face into your hands, your touch soft and delicate. Your eyes were no longer afraid, but filled with devotion and adoring affection.
ShadowHeart leaned into your touch, feeling the warmth of your fingertips on her face, the sensation causing her heart to flutter in her chest. You leaned forward kissing the Powerful Cleric. The Goddess seemed to enjoy it proud of herself. ShadowHeart felt her heart skip a beat as you leaned forward capturing her lips in another soft but desperate kiss. The moment felt like something out of a dream, a perfect moment snatched out of time and place.
She could feel the presence of Shar watching, enjoying the display of affection as much as them. The kiss deepened, your lips warm and soft against hers. And then you fell limp into ShadowHearts hold.
"They are exhausted but they'll recover." Shar promises ShadowHeart. "They needs rest."
“Of course, my Lady.”
ShadowHeart cradled you in her arms, feeling your body fall limp against her. She was exhausted, drained from the transformation and the magic that had been used on you. It was all a lot for one person to go through, even a strong one like you.
ShadowHeart brushed a tendril of dark hair from your face, her expression soft and almost worried. “Will they need anything-” She began stressed, but Shar’s hand gently touched her shoulder to quiet her.
“She needs nothing more than rest, dear one.”
Shadowheart felt herself relax slightly at her Lady’s words, a sense of reassurance washing over her. The Mistress of the Night knew best after all.
“Bring them to their chambers.” Shar commanded, and ShadowHeart couldn’t do anything but bow her head in obedience. "They will adjust, their mind will try to recover memories... try to remember their old life but they are mine now." Shar hums. "The first week will be rough. Sleep with them do not leave them alone, their mind is fragile until the spell settles. Their may be nightmares. Pray to summon me or ease them back to sleep." ShadowHeart nodded, her arms instinctively tightening around you as the words sunk in.
The first week would be difficult, but she understood the importance of it. The transformation was a massive change, even for a mind as strong as yours. And ShadowHeart was determined to be there for you throughout all of it.
“I’ll stay by their side the whole time. I’ll do anything I can to make sure they recover well, my Lady.” ShadowHeart promised, her determination clear in her voice. Shar nods and then the Goddess disappears allowing ShadowHeart to be alone with her new lover.
High Priestess and Oracle. When you were better you'd serve the Lady and your Mother Superior well.
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Tav, using their Pet Owner Voice: What have you got in your mouth? What are you eating? Drop it! Drop it right now!
Scratch: [whines and drops Wyll's boot]
Owlbear Cub: [guiltily spits out Boo, alive and unharmed]
Halsin, currently a bear: [drops a half-eaten salmon and makes an indignant noise]
Astarion: [startles at the raised voice, lets go of Tav's wrist, reclaims it and goes back to his breakfast once he realises they're not talking to him]
Gale: [chewing faster]
Tav, sternly: Gale...
Gale: [reluctantly spits out a powerful magical artefact into Tav's outstretched hand]
Tav, muttering under their breath: Can't have shit in the Gate.
Gale, ruefully rubbing the back of his neck, also under his breath: Gods forbid a wizard do anything
You're sitting in a Library in Wyrm's Rock Fortress reading a Book about the Elder Brain
Gortash: Hi there! Remember that time you showed me Love and Affection by sparring me and defending me from Orin?
Putting down your book, you give Gortash a confused look. You'd only done that to save Wyll's father.
(Y/N): ...?
Gortash dramatically flops onto your lap, making you raise your arms up so he doesn't squash the book you're reading
Gortash: Well I'm here to stay now. I got feelings. That's how it works. You showed me basic human kindness through bloodshed. Something I'm not used to. But hey you did it, you fucked up. I'm your problem now.
(Y/N): ...
You slowly put your hand in his hair, ruffling it. The Warlock goes limp in your lap, humming with his eyes closed as you continue Reading.
Synopsis: A year had passed since Cazadors death, Astarions Accession, and the defeat of the Elder Brain. Of course, that year came with one too many problems, allowing the now true vampire to get away with too much after your party disbanded and spread across FaeRun to handle their own business. Now, it's up to you to approach Astarion your ex-lover with an offer. Hopefully one he can't refuse.
You were tasked by the city officials to seek the cause of the heavy fog engulfing Baldur's Gate and put a stop to the countless murders that were happening alongside it. You weren't sure of the cause yourself but all things considered Astarion wasn't doing the best job with keeping a low profile. The now ascended vampire Lord of the Crimson Palace, as well as your ex-lover got a bit too close to the sun so you were called in for damage control. Hoping to either stop him or find the true cause of these random and rampant murders.
After some careful decision making you decided to confront him in his Palace. No asking, no formalities, no invitation.
As you enter the Castle grounds walking past the now destroyed gate and push past the spawn casting holy light they hiss. Glaring they back away from you, unable to touch you. You doubt Astarion would let them touch you regardless. He always loved a dramatic entrance.
Storming through the castle stopping in his precious throne room you finally find him. Lounging on a golden throne in the middle of the space, his gaze burned through you as you came forward to speak.
"Astarion." You greet, looking less than amused as you dust yourself off. Wyll was busy with his Duke duties and the killings were becoming too much so you were sent to handle this issue. Ever since his Ascension so much had changed. But not so much that Astarion wouldn't listen to you. If anyone could make him change his mind it was you and everyone knew it.
"... (Y/N)." He replied boredly as he looked at his nails than at you. His tone remained cool and disinterested though he was attempting to hide a smile that threatened to appear on his face. His chin rested on his hand as he shifted turning his focus solely towards you. "To what do I owe the pleasure of being visited by you…” His eyes trail the hallway behind you and for a moment he seems to be having a conversation. His lips which had been fighting a sly smile curl into a satisfied smirk. “alone..?” He finally finishes his red eyes taking in your form with interest as it clicks that his old friend is truly there with no backup. While that look should scare you, it didn't. Despite everything you knew Astarion would never really hurt you.
"I was hoping we could talk like the old friends we are and come to an agreement. If not, this will become less Civil." You state taking a step forward. He hums crimson gaze remaining locked on your form.
Astarion after a moment to let the words settle chuckled more than amused from your statement. You're sure he was thinking how you were always the diplomat, always wanting a peaceful solution. He often commented on your more calm methods which drove his sanity and patience to no end. Even before his ascension he truly struggled with the idea of humanity, of kindness.
"Hah, you think you can come to me, in my palace, my domain, and demand me to listen to you?" He chuckled darkly, standing up from the throne. As he loomed over you, his steps were silent. His presence domineering. He walked closer to you but you didn't stand down, eyes staring back at him refusing to bow to his whims. "I know your game, darling. You think you can sweet talk me, with your pretty little words. But I'm not the weak spawn you know from all that time ago. You have no power over me.” He states firmly stopping only a foot or so away from you in all his vampiric elegance.
You could reach out and touch him, he was so close and so you do.
A small smile reaches your lips as your hand lands on his chest. He was taller than you, not that you ever minded. "Really?" You hummed not at all afraid as he tried to be imposing. Your stern attitude faded, replaced with a coy playfulness that always got you exactly what you wanted from him. "You don't still want a pretty little consort?" You question teasing him, your hand becoming two fingers as you walk your hand up his chest.
As Astarion stiffens under your touch clearly not expecting that he suddenly smirked, willing to play the game. Pressing himself closer your hand moves from his chest and instead reaches up to brush against his cheek. Astarions eyes widen at your bold move and as you smile softly you know he wasn't expecting this. "I did miss you Astarion. Was all of this to get my attention?" You question in a teasing tone a mischievous look in your eye as you tilt your head and flutter your lashes.
His cheeks flush ever so slightly and his eyes focused on you with an intensity that would leave others trembling. He was completely caught off guard at your words; your affections. Astarion had expected you to simply grovel for your precious city or to immediately get on with your demands. Yet here you were, after all this time teasing him and touching him so tenderly. Lovingly. Like you once did. And here he was leaning into your touch realizing how much he missed it. How much he missed you.
Astarion realizing what you're doing hissed in frustration. He grabbed your wrist, his grip tight, but not painful as he forced your hand away from his face. "Don't play coy with me. We’re both smarter than that.” He warned.
"I'm being truthful!” You protest feigning innocence but if you really looked at your behavior, analyzed your words, apart of it wasn't acting. You did mean what you were saying. You missed him. “I did want to visit you! You never invited me to any of your fancy balls and you never gave me a proper Summons. I'm not much of a party crasher but then people's safety became an issue." You hum before pausing. Grabbing his hand again you smile at Astarion with a knowing look. "No Ring despite your many suitors. Are you waiting for someone?" You question.
Astarion allowed you to grab his hand. Despite having the ability to pull away or harm you for touching him he was completely enraptured by you, by the way you toyed with him.
"Many suitors, yes, perhaps." He replied, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance, but there was a pang of… was it jealousy? Irritation. You saw a brief expression depicting his real emotions before he hid behind a mask of indifference. He hated himself for feeling anything about you but here he was and there you were. Feeling. He gritted his teeth and you just smiled, making him huff. "None I would consider keeping, at any rate. And certainly none with your… charm." He finally settles on, his crimson eyes scanning your face for a reaction.
You hummed before glancing backwards looking around his empty throne room that gradually transformed into a ballroom. Your hand was still holding his and you couldn't help but really take in the beauty of this place, dragging him slightly as you walked away.
Astarion had completely restored the once in ruins castle. Cazadors palace was no more, no this was the Anuncins Crimson Palace now and it was beautiful, truly a work of art. Of course you expected nothing less from Astarion and his lavish lifestyle.
The spawn now a true vampire always did have a taste for the finer things in life. And despite being terrible at planning once upon a time he gained confidence when he Ascended and that confidence led to plans that were now more than ambition and ideals. Astarion always was smarter than people gave him credit for.
"You owe me a dance." You state pulling on his hand to drag him further on the dance floor as you give him a playful look.
Astarion's lips curled into a smirk as you spoke. He was clearly amused by your demand, and yet watching him closely, he had no intentions of saying no.
"Oh, I do~?" He asked, though he was already leading you to the center of the room. One hand was at your waist, as the other one held your hand. "And who do I owe it to Lordship…?” He questions wanting a last name, wanting to know if his favorite party leader ever settled down.
“An old friend.” You hum and he smiles tilting his head.
“just a friend?” He questions and you swallow changing the subject.
"... 7,000 souls was a steep price to pay Astarion. But I hope you know that isn't the only reason I felt like I had to leave. I still care about you, I always will." You state firmly as he begins to dance with you. His grip tightening slightly as he thinks about you slipping through his fingers again. "I'm a little frustrated you stopped all communication you know. I sent letters asking how you were, wanting to know if you were doing okay. I asked your thraals if I could have a meeting with you whenever I was in town, but they always denied me." You state pouting at him.
Astarions brows suddenly furrowed as he almost stopped dancing. His eyes hardened, seeming to process something. Letters? Meetings? Observing his face you realize that was news to him.
“You don't exactly have an address.” He finally responds, his calculating gaze never leaving you as you dance together.
"You know I've never been one for Nobel Life. I prefer the Nomadic and Adventurer life style. I agree I moved around a lot but you could've found me. A Ball would've been nice. I've always loved to dance and I've always loved to see you happy." You hum softly smiling as he spins you.
Astarion's eyes narrowed as you said this, his mind racing to think of a reason for why he hadn't received any letters. Could someone be… preventing him from seeing you? His spawn were connected to him, but they had free will. Astarion wasn't Cazador. Studying him his grip on you became tighter as you continued to dance. Your eyes glanced at the sudden death grip and he only relaxed when you mentioned how you preferred the life of a nomad and adventurer. Old memories seemed to spark in his mind.
"Yes, I do remember that. No doubt you were traipsing across the countryside, getting yourself into trouble and endangering your own life while I was here surrounded by finery and luxury.” He hums his gaze soft as he takes in your visage.
"I'm still here!" You respond a smile on your face before you squeal as Astarion spins you suddenly. "This is hard without music. I'm lost on the steps-" You giggle as you catch yourself from stumbling and Astarion hummed bringing you closer to nuzzle against your exposed neck.
He chuckled as you squealed, his grip on you becoming tight and possessive once more. His nose nuzzled your neck, as he took a good whiff of you, taking in your natural scent. You could feel the longing in his touch, the need in his body. He wanted to bite you so badly…
"Lost, you say?” He whispers against your ear. I'm surprised you remember the steps at all. I thought I remembered having to correct your footwork every few seconds and how you stepped on my poor shoes." He teased, trying to get a rise out of you.
"I've already said sorry! I was drunk and was trying to impress you!" You retort before giggling as Astarion dips you. "You are doing the dance wrong on purpose to get a rise out of me." You observe before lightly smacking his chest. As you laugh he pulls you to your feet and spins you again. "Your trying to make me dizzy!" You complain but it's clear from your laugh you're having fun. Despite the danger you did miss Astarion.
Astarion laughed with you, continuing the dance as he spun you once more, before bringing your body as close as possible to his chest. "Now, why would I try to get a rise out of you?~" He asked, feigning innocence.
He was very much taking advantage of this opportunity to hold you close. Too close perhaps.
As he gazed at you longingly you swallowed. It had been so long since he'd felt your body against his. Something in his eyes told you it had been too long- and that he wanted to savor every second of it. He was certainly being touchy.
You smile and lean against his chest. Putting your shoes on top of his so he can hold you and glide the two of you across the ballroom floor you decide to let your worries fade away for now.
He pulls you closer, still keeping the guise of the dance as he leaned down to nuzzle against your neck again. Astarion took a deep breath in, taking in your scent, your warmth, and the flutter of your pulse against his lips. He had missed all of this far more than he was willing to admit. And maybe you were the same.
His lips were pressed delicately against the skin of your neck, and he could feel your shuddering breaths against his chest each time he exhaled, but he was hesitant to kiss you, to taste you.
"Stari?" You question a slight laugh to your tone.
“Mhm?” He hummed in response, his face shifting to bury itself within your hair, enjoying the closeness you shared more than anything else.
His hand moved lower, from the small of your back to just above your hip, holding you tightly, afraid of you slipping away…
His lips hovered over your neck again, almost touching your skin as he waited for you to speak. His fangs were out, and they itched, begging to sink into your soft, supple skin.
"I missed you..." You whisper softly before hiding your face in his chest. "I really really missed you..."
"I missed you too..." He mirrored back softly, as his arms wrapped tight around you, holding you as close as he could. His hand reached up, to cup your chin and gently lift your head up to look at him.
He was staring into your eyes intently, studying every little detail of you that he could. Memorizing it all. "You can't imagine how much I've missed you... My darling.” He purrs softly.
As his lips press against yours, the dancing stops and your body goes limp in his hold, melting into his touch. You lower your guard...
Before you can realize what he's doing and stop him Astarion takes off the amulet protecting you from his vampiric enthrall powers. As you pull away from the kiss your eyes widen and you make a desperate grab for the amulet. It was a gift from Gale and Wyll to keep you safe during the negotiation with Astarion. Something that made it so the vampire couldn't enthrall or mind control you. "Stari-" You whine and he hums wagging it infront of your face.
As he removed the amulet from your neck, the look of surprise, perhaps even fear that flashed within your eyes, was something he couldn't help but enjoy.
"Sorry darling, did you think I wouldn't have a way around such.. protections?" He asked mockingly a smirk plastered across his features.
He ran his thumb across your cheek, his touch gentle, his motions almost loving as he stared into your eyes. Now that you were under his enthrall he was going to make sure you'd stay that way this time.
As he tucked away the amulet his other hand which had been tangled in your hair moved to your chin. His grip was tight as he forced you to look upwards at him but not bruising, never bruising.
His gaze was intense and his pupils blown wide at having won. He could see the pulse on your neck as your words really sunk in. You missed him, you really missed him and now he had you…
"You should have never left in the first place~" He said softly, his tone mocking as it was his turn to tease you. As he leaned down and placed a soft, fleeting kiss on your forehead a shiver traveled through your body.
You had never truly seen him like this. Sure, he was commanding in bed, but he was never in complete control, you always had some agency and say in what happened.
Now, you stood completely powerless against him. And the way he stared down at you, a smug smirk on his face, was making your heart beat faster for the first time in a long time.
His lips met your forehead in another gentle yet mocking kiss, as if telling you that he had you wrapped around his finger.
"Astarion-" You grit through your teeth.
"It's your turn to listen love." He hums softly playing with your hair.
Astarion smiled at you, his hand twirling a lock of your hair, as he regarded you with mock sympathy. "... Now now darling, don't start complaining. You should have learned your lesson by now." He hums seeing your pout.
He leaned down, his hand at your chin, forcing eye contact as he whispered in your ear. "You are mine now. No more leaving.” He states. “No more leaving my sight. No more disappearing and getting yourself into trouble. No more not knowing where you are. I'm going to keep you here, by my side, where you belong.” He finishes before pecking your lips.
"Astarion." You repeat through grit teeth fighting his control and he paused. His Darling had a fight in them others didn't. He'd give you that. He continues playing with your hair but he doesn't ask you to stop talking. He's clearly curious to see what you'll say. "You want me? I want you just as much. You can have me." You state grabbing at his shirt. Astarions eyes widened slightly surprised by your boldness. "But we need to talk." You beg your hands tightening their grip.
Astarion's composure faltered for a moment, as you words hit him. He hadn't expected you to be… forward about this. You were supposed to be begging on your knees for him. Not…
He regained his composure quickly enough, though. He was the one in control here, and he made sure his voice reflected that.
"Talk? Oh my dear, that's the last thing we need to be doing right now." His hand moved from your chin, to grab your wrist, gently yet firmly, intending to take you off somewhere more intimate and private.
"STOP. Listen." You hiss and Astarion pauses. "I love you. So Listen." You beg making him stiffen.
Astarion's expression hardened for a moment, as you suddenly snapped at him, ordered him to listen, to stop. He had meant to lead you away, but now he stood still, listening to your words.
"…Very well. Talk." He replied, his grip on your wrist tightening just enough to be noticeable, a show of power.
You took a deep breath, it felt like a heaviness in your chest had lifted. Like you were no longer trapped.
Your eyes widened as you looked up. Astarion hummed and moved some hair out of your face. His red eyes focused on your hair as he played with it. He had dropped the enthrall. You had his attention.
Astarion smirked as your eyes widened, his fingers running through the locks of your hair, a casual gesture, almost… affectionate.
"Well, my darling, you have my attention. Make sure that whatever's on your mind, you're very clear about it." His voice was low and smooth, his gaze fixed on your face, studying your expression with his calculating gaze.
"I don't care that people are dying. I understand you and your Spawn need to feed. But Astarion it's Fathers, Mother's, Children." You state quickly and Astarion stiffens.
Children? That was obviously news to him. He forbade his spawn from touching kids. Astarion's expression darkened at your words- at the mention of children. "What?" He questioned, his voice low, an almost dangerous tone to his words. "Spawn are forbidden from drinking from or taking children." He said slowly, his grip on your wrist tightening at theaccusation.
He was more than aware that most people thought of him as a monster, and he'd never cared all that much. But the idea that his spawn had gone against his direct orders…
"Astarion. Children and Orphans. Young ones are going missing. If they are in the orphanage they are safe. But if they are on the street, especially at night, they're going missing." You explain softly. "Wyll and I have a deal for you. Please consider it or it will be war." You beg your hands gripping his suit tightly. "I dont... I don't want to lose you." You plead tears appearing in your eyes at the thought.
Astarion's expression remained grim, his frown deepening as you spoke. The thought of children, of children being targeted… it didn't sit well with him. But he felt a sense of anger at the thought of a deal, of a negotiation.
"What kind of deal are you talking about?" He asked, his voice still low- but there was curiosity now, a hint of intrigue, despite his anger in their interference.
"Either the spawn conversion rate or spawn drinking rate is too high. People are dying in numbers Baldur's Gate can't keep up with.” You state.
Astarion let out a frustrated huff, his grip still tight on you wrist, though he wasn't hurting you - he knew not to, in this situation- but he was struggling to control himself. He would not be threatened.
"What exactly is the 'deal' being proposed, then?" He asked again, his eyes boring into your, demanding a more concrete answer this time.
"You are an important part of Baldur's Gate now. The Crimson palace keeps half the economy in Baldur's Gate going with the number of people you hire and the trade and exports you bring in."
Astarion raises an eyebrow at your words, his initial annoyance slowly shifting towards curiosity. It was… an interesting point. One that he hadn't been expecting.
"And what would this 'deal' involve on my part?" He asked, his expression softening slightly. "Money? Slaves? What's the price?”
"Wyll wants an exact number of your spawn and your workforce. He would like names to match with the dead so he can send letters to families and proper compensation. I know you give your spawn traditional burials and compensation for their deaths. I know that you're not your old master. That when you overdrink and kill someone money appears on their families door. That the body is properly taken care of. You're not as cruel as you pretend to be." You say softy and Astarion stiffens.
He huffs at the accusation of being kind but a small part of him knows your right. He nuzzles against your warm neck trying to soothe himself. Your warm body and gentle pulse is a balm on his otherwise injured ego. Despite the stakes your heart doesn't race. You still aren't afraid of him and he's glad that after all this time you trust him.
Astarion remains motionless for a moment, his chin resting atop your shoulder. The idea of providing exact numbers felt like a weakness, a show of vulnerability. For a moment, he wanted to refuse, to take offense at your request. But he couldn't. Not when you were standing there, being so… understanding. Your warning, your trust, it had gotten to him.
"Very well." He said, with only a hint of reluctance in his voice. "I'll provide a list of the spawn, as well as the deaths.”
"I want whoever drank from the children dead." You add softly. "Whoever killed them needs to be on trial for their crimes." You add. “You typically punish your spawn as they are your people but whoever did this. I want them.”
Astarion let out a low, growling groan. Dealing with spawn was like herding cats as it was, and the thought of a trial… it felt like an unnecessary hassle. Just a political game. And not a fun one.
"Very well, I'll have the offenders identified and... dealt with." He grumbled, the anger slowly fading into resigned acceptance. It was a fair condition - as much as he hated it.
"Now I want to discuss ethical blood letting and donation." You shift the conversation to the actual deal part. What Astarion gets from agreeing. "That's what Wyll and I are willing to give you in exchange for all this information and corporation." You state gaining more confidence now that you felt like he was truly listening.
Astarion lifted his head, his expression intrigued, listening intently as you spoke. The mention of blood donations was… unexpected.
"Oh, do continue- I'm very curious to see how you think this will work." He said, as a sly smirk made its way onto his face.
"I've done the math with Gale and Wyll. Criminals are typically hanged in Baldur's Gate. There's almost a hanging a day. Same on the Sword Coast in various cities. Your spawn may feed on them. You can keep them alive in your dungeons or drain them in one go if they have the death penalty. Criminals will be delivered directly to you. It will make crime go down, it will save innocent people from being killed. Those that have sentences and are staying in jail will give up blood once or twice a week to not exhaust or kill them. They'll be fed exceptional diets and will exercise to keep their blood healthy and clean of disease. If you have a more expensive taste Nobles have offered to trade blood for favors. It's dubious but far more ethical than random murders." You offer
Astarion hums, contemplating the proposal. His fingers brush against your cheek as he stares into your eyes. It was... not terrible, he had to admit. Criminals and prisoners being given as food... it was not a bad idea.
"And the Nobility? What is their idea of a 'favor' exactly?" He questions curious his thumb brushing your bottom lip.
He didn't trust the nobles as far as he could throw them and he doesn't believe they'll make good on their word to give blood.
"Land extensions, tax breaks, laws being passed." You explain. "Wyll will be overseeing that project. The size of the favor will depend on the longevity of their donation." You add. "Basically, we're creating a new currency. One of blood rather than Gold. Does that make sense?"
Blood debts was a new one. Astarion signed feeling your warm flesh under his cold touch. He had been rather sloppy with his spawn conversion as of late and he knew it'd bite him sooner or later. The amount he was creating… making a more accurate account of his growing number of subjects was an imposing task he had been ignoring. One that now seemed appealing considering this system would make sure they were all fed without allowing them to go feral on the streets at night.
But there was something else he wanted.
Astarion's lips curled into a small smirk as you explained your idea. Blood debts... it was a unique idea, and one he could certainly see it working.
"You know love, you're quite smart when you want to be." He said, as his thumb brushed your lip again. "There is only one small, additional detail I'd like to add.” He purrs, leaning in close.
As he smirked down at you, you rolled your eyes. "Yes Astarion?" You question already knowing what he'd ask for.
He hummed softly, amused at your annoyance, before gently brushing a lock of hair away from your face. His touch still surprisingly gentle, almost sensual.
"Oh, you already know what I will say darling." He hums, his smirk widening into a devilish grin. "I was serious before. No more going off on your own little adventures. You'll stay here with me, where I can keep an eye on you at all times.”
"I want to be your official consort and I want to oversee the prisoner project." You state firmly. "Or no deal.”
Astarion's smirk faltered for a moment at your declaration though he quickly regained his composure, his gaze hardening slightly. He hadn't expected you to demand something like that in return - to try to negotiate with him so boldly. And yet it wouldn't be you if you didn't. His finger tapped your lip.
"Oh, you're quite the little negotiator now, are you? It's adorable, really." He purred his tone slightly mocking, but with a hint of genuine... fondness? "Fine. You may oversee the prisoners. But don't think that means you can go running off on any adventures when I'm not looking.” Astarion states. “Wyll can come here, you won't be leaving the castle or going back to sword coast. You'll stay. With me.” He hummed his lips hovering over yours as he went to kiss you. You frown not done yet before you lean back to keep him away for just a moment longer.
"As your consort you'll turn me then?” You clarify. “I don't want to be a thrall Astarion. I'd rather be dead than just another pawn in this game you play. A body you use. You will make me a True Vampire, if I'm your consort I'm your partner. We'll be committed. There'll be a vampire bride and vampire rites ceremony. There's no going back. Things will change." You list your demands staring in his eyes as he looks at your lips.
Astarion chuckled softly at your words, a smirk still plastered across his face. He'd known this was coming, had thought about it often before. He'd even rehearsed his response.
But you were so adamant, so demanding, and he couldn't help but find it endearing.
"So you want to be my partner, my darling consort for all eternity ~" He purred, moving closer, pinning you against his body. One hand was planted firmly on your back as you were dipped slightly. The other hand rested on your chin forcing you to look directly at him as he leaned in. "It's quite the commitment you're asking for~”
As he smirked down at you, you rolled your eyes. But there was a fondness in them, a gentle playfulness in the action rather than true annoyance. As his hand moved from your chin to your cheek you melted into his touch. You tilted your neck slightly giving him an open invitation. "I know exactly what I'm asking for. Are you willing to give it?" You question.
He smiled his lips centimeters above yours. When you leaned in he finally closed the distance giving you a proper kiss. The feeling made your body tremble. Melting into him, into his hold, a warmth started in your chest that spread throughout your body. As Astarion pulled away his lips left a soft trial of kisses to your neck until he paused over your jugular.
His lips hovered. He was close enough he could smell your blood, feel the subtle thrum of your pulse against his tongue. You were taunting him, teasing him, and he loved every second of it.
"Am I willing to give it?" He breathed, his nose nuzzling against your pulse point, as he held you tightly in his arms practically drooling. "Oh my darling, for you, I'll give you anything you want.” He promised.
You nodded and that's all Astarion needed. The bite was more painful than you remembered and you whimpered slightly as his fangs sunk into your neck. But despite the adrenaline from the pain you felt completely safe in Astarions arms. He wouldn't harm you. And that painful sensation slowly turned to euphoric bliss as you realized that.
Astarion's arms wrapped tight around you, holding you close as he fed on you. Your blood, your scent, your taste... it was all just as he remembered. Just as addictive as the first time he'd fed from you. How he missed it while you were away.
As your blood filled his mouth, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of possessiveness as he held you in his arms, as your life essence flowed within him, bonding the two of you. He was feeding on you... and he'd never let you go.
As your eyes fluttered from how much he was drinking Astarion pulled away gently kissing the wound as you collapsed in his arms dizzy from the blood loss and pleasure. As he smiled down at you he returned your necklace. He was only half being serious when he took it earlier. If you were staying he supposed he didn't need to keep it.
He softly kissed his bite mark on you. You wanted a Vampire Bridal Ceremony and a Vampires Rites Ceremony.
He'd keep you human until then. Feed on you a few more times and really savor your sweetness until you were turned like him.
"Stari..." You mumble softly your vision slowly fading out.
Astarion caught you as you nearly collapsed. He held you tight in his arms. There was something almost... tender about the way he held you gently, as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Surrounded by all this opulence and his only waking thoughts were always of you.
His lips placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as you murmured his name in your dazed state. "Hush, my darling. Rest now." He said softly. "I'll take you back to my room and keep you safe. When you wake up we can... discuss the ceremony and our future.” He promised.
As he shifted you to cradle you against him you hummed content. "I missed you..." You repeat fading into unconsciousness the bite mark now feeling numb as the pain slowly melted away.
Astarion's heart fluttered at those simple words. He smiled and adjusted you as he held you tightly in his arms. Hearing you say that you missed him... after he'd spent so long wondering if you ever wanted to see him again... it was like music to his ears.
"I missed you too... my darling consort." He gently cooed before he carried you through the halls of his palace, headed towards his and now your bedroom.
The son of Archdevil Mephistopheles in love? Absolutely Impossible. After all Fiends, Devils, and Cambions don't have souls. They don't feel. And yet...
You're one of Raphaels favorite Patrons. He couldn't tell you how it happened, he's not sure he really wants to know. All he understands is one day you went from being someone under a contract to actually being someone he cares about and is careful with.
In truth he knows when it happened. He knows exactly how and why but for now he can pretend because that's easier. That's easier than admitting his real feelings and facing rejection. He's the Prince of Hell he doesn't feel emotions like Love. Only Lust.
Raphael enjoys your Magic Lessons together. Your spareing sessions. Apart of your Contract was a piece of his power for a family artifact you had that he wanted for his collection. As a Warlock, your power in part comes from him. But unlike most of his pacts you knew what you were doing. The artifact you had was the real deal and it was worth something to Raphael which means you were worth something to him. So you didn't sell your soul and you carefully worded your contract to work in your favor. Your cunning, your occasional cruelty, and your creativity are what drew him to you. You were not like the others and Raphael did love a good chase.
He doesn't remember the details on your original contract. It's changed so many times now with him adding things that don't benefit him but do benefit you. Raphael whether he wants to admit it or not is now at your beck and call. Not that you ever over use your abilities to summon him or ask to be summoned despite having that power. And even if you did he likley wouldn't complain. He likes the pull he has on you, the influence you hold over him. He finds it exhilarating.
You spend a lot of time in the House of Hope in-between the Jobs Raphael gives you and the Adventures you go on in your free time. Infernal has long been a second tongue you're comfortable speaking. And bartering with the Prince is just your version of flirting, a Cambions love languae really.
As a Mortal and Morally Gray but not Outright Evil person, some of the practices you've observed in Raphaels' home do bother you. You've definitely felt sick in some of the rooms, but after a year or so, you now know which hallways to avoid and what spaces you like to occupy when Raph is busy or gone. (If anything truly made your skin crawl or your stomach upset Raphael would erase your memory of it and hide that part of his House from you. He doesn't like when you flinch from him or when you seem to focus on his more Infernal Nature)
Raphael inspires too instill fear in all his pacts. But with you, he finds it far more amusing to see your passion, taste your fire, and feel your fury. Your relationship is unconventional but also unconditional despite stemming from a contract. You have far more privileges than any of his other pacts. He hasn't said it outloud yet but it's obvious he likes having you around.
The Prince of Hell is a Walking Furnace. Cambions run warm in general, but he is especially hot. His touch does not burn unless he wants it to and in your contract it clearly states he can't burn you. Whenever your cold (when hell freezes over appretally isn't just an expression) he takes your hands in his and carefully warms them. The act is surprisingly intimate and you have to fight a blush every time he does it.
He likes touching you. Something about your presense, your touch soothes him. Hes never felt this way before and he doesn't want to admit it so he finds casual ways to touch you outside of Sex. Adjusting your stance during sparring. Grabbing your arms during magic lessons. Holding your hands in the Hallway. Kissing your face, your neck, any exposed skin. Biting. His more gentle acts of affection and wanting your attention somehow always make you end up in the Bedroom.
Haarlep is your only friend in the House of Hope. While Raphael has many servants he trusts none of them around you. When his Master is away the Incubus is a rather funny Infernal being and does his best to keep you entertained. He keeps you from the more unsavory pieces of his Masters House wanting to shield you from them (He was Ordered too by Raphael but the Incubus doesn't find your suffering enjoyable as he does with others). The Incubus follows you around the House of Hope, keeping you company as he tells stories about his Master to make you laugh. The sound is a soothing balm to those in the Home as when you're in a Good Mood Master is as well.
You enjoy gossiping with the Incubus. Hearing his stories of the Hells and how he came in service of Raphael. Spending hours pillow talking and giggling as he holds you waiting for his Master to come back and join. You help Haarlep with his shape shifting, picking and chosing appearences and creating characters for him to seduce others with. He likes using his Incubus magic around you, loving how your eyes widen in awe when he changes shape. Or how you learn to copy some of his magic to change clothes and makeup at your command. He's more than happy to teach you spells and even a few surprises for Raphael.
Haarlep gives you tips about things Raphael likes in bed and when you need something from the Cambion you have more than a few tricks up your sleeve because of your helpful Incubus. Raphael knows you playfully plot against him with his favorite Servant but he finds the antics amusing if a bit ambushing at times. You're a very convincing minx
With Haarlep often taking his Masters form Raphael has ordered that the Incubus is not allowed to touch you in a Romantic way unless Raphael is there. Sometimes the two of you will follow The Princes wishes for something new and exciting in bed but you have a mostly platonic friendship with playful teasing and occasional light flirting. Haarlep genuinely enjoys your presence and finds your visits both amusing and entertaining. He asks you about your Adventures and is much more interested in your personality than your body.
Everyone in the House of Hope is aware of you, even if you aren't aware of them. From the newest members of his service to his eldest you are a talked about point in the House of Hope.
Raphaels favorite is something often whispered in the Haunted Halls of the House of Hope. At first you were just another pact. But then the Master began touching you outside the Bedroom. He began giving you things outside your contract. With you dressed in Rich Fabrics, showered in Expensive Jewelry, Freely given powerful Relics and weapons, and Dined and Wined with only the most luxurious of Foods. It's easy to see why you'd be called that.
There is jealously and resentment, it is Hell. But Raphael has it written in all his contracts you are not to be harmed and every Debtor in his collection knows better than to do or say anything remotley insulting in your presence. You are unaware of this, Raphael never mentions it and his Staff is to afraid to ask. If it ever is brought up he simply says you are his to torture. Though he only ever brings you bliss.
With free Reign of the House of Hope you often wander in and out of the Rooms you know are safe. Raphaels domain is practically your second home. You walk through the Ballrooms which always seem to have Music, Explore his endless libraries to gain forbiden knowledge, Paint in his Art Room, Play instruments in his Music Room, Spar in his Training Room, Peak into his private offices to see what he's working on, and Slip in and out of his Entertainment rooms. You tend to stray from his bedroom unless you're in the mood as once you pass that threshold it becomes a long night of passion. The guest room you claim in his Home always mysteriously disappears whenever Raphael wants to be intimate with you.
As a Cambion he enjoys scratching and marking what is his. Leaving his presence on your skin through various means. Your neck is often covered in hickies and love bites showing his ownership of you. At the beginning of the relationship he never wanted your mark on him but as time went on he began to like being marked as well. Haarlep often teases him about this.
Raphael enjoys whispering Infernal poetry in your ears. He lusts after you, but he is also a Romantic. A passionate lover he calls it. Dramatic you tease back. The Hellish language burns hot like flames licking your skin and always leaves your chest warm. Speaking it back feels like magma rolling off your tongue but when he shivers you know its worth it. When he kisses you he often whispers words of affection between each kiss, his lips pressing to your skin with a sort of reverence a Cambion shouldn't possess.
He enjoys Dancing far more than he should. And serenading you. Taking your hand and spinning you around the marbel floor of one of his Ballrooms while singing of your passion and unconventional union. You tease him about being a Bard in another life. He teases you about being a Devil with the way you tempt him so.
Every kiss no matter how soft and tender feels like he's trying to steal your breath away. The longer the relationship lasts the more heartfelt and meaningful every kiss feels like. The less possessive and more protective he becomes.
He's protective of his Relic Collection as it's something he often admires and shows off. Raphael realizes how in love he truly is when you break something on accident and his first thought is, are you okay and not is the Relic alright?
It scares him one night while your in his arms, his true form holding you when he realizes how deeply he's fallen for you. He thinks of his precious Relics and how he would give every single one of them up for you. The Prince of Hell can't deny it any longer. As his wings wrap around you and his lips kiss your temple he realizes how in love he is and how you hold his heart.
Raphael begins carrying a ring in his pocket the next Day with your favorite gems.
When you get hurt it's not an exaggeration to say all Hell breaks loose. He can handle a papercut or something similar but anything close to a battle wound? He stopped sending you on Missions ages ago for that reason. If it happened on the surface your never leaving Hell again. He's dragging you to the House of Hope to heal you and he's changing your contract and having you sign it. He's hoping you don't look at the new clause about Marriage but if you do the Cambions always been one for contracts and dramatics anyways.
