Welcome to this request thingy. I have no clue what I'm doing. In this chapter, all general info. If you have requests that fall under the things i write (see below) please do place a comment or do that ask thingy (i dont know how tumblr works but im sure ill see it.)
Fandoms I write for:
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|My Hero Academia|
|Saiki K|
|Black Butler|
|Black Clover|
|The Rising of the shield hero| (S1)
|Harry Potter|
|Death Note|
|Genshin Impact|
|Honkai: Star Rail|
|The Seven Deadly Sins|
|Attack On Titan|
|Hunter X Hunter|
|Yuri On Ice|
|Transformers Prime|
|FNAF|
|Obey me|
|Hazbin Hotel|
|Cookie Run Kigdom|
|JoJo's (until part wherever Giorno is at atm)|
|Baldurs Gate 3|
PlatonicYan!BG3 x Teen!Reader
|Valorant|
|Creepypasta|
|Hogwarts Legacy|
|Star Wars|
|Chainsaw man|
|Wuthering Waves|
|SpiderMan (I can't say all of Marvel, i just know a bunch about Spiderman|
|(And ofcourse, all of my OC's. Or if you have some sort of idea you want me to make an OC for.)|
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What I don't write:
(Most are obvious but this is the internet, so...)
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- Smut
-Non-con
-Incest
-Pedophilia
-Vore
-Racism
-Pregnant stuff
-There's prob a lot more i should put here but i cant come up with it, so just be decent please.
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What I do write:
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-Yandere
-Murder
-Gore
-Kidnapping
-Whatever kind of reader you wanna be. (Exp: Reader with bird wings, elf reader, etc)
-Au's
-I could write wholesome fluff but only if im in the mood.
-Platonic
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Extra info:
I write mostly Yandere books because its more eventfull (murder and whatnot) because my aro/ace self gets bored of cutesy love stuff. But i might write that sometimes. Not a fan of the reader being an absolute weakling unless its relevant to the plot, so dont expect a submissive reader often. Very unregular update schedule because im a student and sometimes school hates us all. Trying to quit character.AI to have more writing time. Thats all, I think. This chapter will get updated when needed.
Copied this straight off of my Wattpad: ZWolfGames.
Exams are over, summer vacation is incoming! (Also play Artfight with me :3)
Also, real quick, Karlach never got the infernal iron upgrade stuff done in Act 2, so no touchies.
Warnings:
Other Parts: The List, Previous Part, Next Part
(3rd Person POV)
When you woke, your head felt like it was made of pure lead.
You could barely lift it to try to shield it from the light of the sun.
"No, shh, don't move." Karlach instructs. Her hand hovering above your shoulder, not touching, of course, she'd never hurt you.
Though the warmth of it was felt even in the air between your bodies. It was soothing, obviously. For you, at least. Karlach wanted way more than to just hover. She's the only one in camp who'd never truly gotten to hold you.
"Halsin got you rather badly." Gale adds with a distasteful huff. He doesn't seem very happy about your unconscious trip.
"How long was I out?" You groan slightly, staying down as Karlach instructed, and considering she still had her hand hovering above your shoulder, you were aiming for zero burns.
"Two days." Gale sighs tiredly. You suppose he may not have slept as long.
You let those words sink in for a moment. Immobilized and made vulnerable by a teammate for two days... That's one of the worst cases of friendly fire you've ever heard of. You'd rather be sliced into two symmetrical pieces by Lae'zels greatsword.
"Minthara and Lae'zel have been keeping him away from this tent for the time being. Though he's gone horribly feral. You'd almost think he birthed you himself." Jaheira scoffs with the same unenthused tone she always carries in her words.
"... Feral..?" You murmur to yourself. A sudden, impending sense of doom settles in your gut as you think about Halsin, who had already been incredibly overbearing, being even worse.
"Not an understatement. basically gnawing at the bars of his enclosure." Astarion adds, leaning against the tree outside the tent as he toys with a dagger.
"We shouldn't have let it get that far, Y/N. Halsin's been off for a while now." Karlach frowns. Her frown always brings a deep sense of guilt to your gut. Karlach really isn't made for sad faces.
"Baldur's Gate?" You inquire, sitting up slowly, which Karlach finally allows.
The people around you still at your question.
"Just past this town. But the Absolute has everyone in the forgotten Realm trying to find refuge in the city." Wyll sighs, you hadn't even noticed the horned man standing there.
"We'll have to find our way into the city alongside them. I'm rather sure having a parasite in our head isn't giving us special privileges..." You add with a quiet sort of resolve. Pushing your numbed limbs off the bed to regain circulation.
"Obviously not." Shadowheart adds, her arms crossed, before she moves to mend the growing nausea blooming up in your body. "In fact, I think those other two would be glad to have our heads if we stepped into the city." She adds.
"We'll just kill 'em. Just like we did with Ketheric." Karlach smirks, smashing her fist into the palm of her other hand to really drive home the fact that she wants to squash them like the insignificant bugs they are.
"Optimistic, but may I remind you, Ketheric isn't exactly dead?" Astarion points out, turning his hand over to inspect his nails like the real gossiper he should've been.
"He's not?" You blink. You sure as the nine hells remember slashing him to bits back in Moonrises' secret underground lair.
"No. We put him in a bag of holding." Gale nods. Your slow ascent to standing up gets interrupted by a jolt of surprise.
"You what?!" You exclaim in shock. They put the man you fought to almost your own death in a bag?! Not even fries, a man!
"Don't be so shocked, he's part of the Absolute, he might be useful. And Myrkul wanted to kill him, so technically we're getting in the way of that plan by doing this." Astarion adds as if that's a smart remark.
"No, yeah, definitely a good plan. Why didn't I think of that?" You deadpan. They seriously put a dangerous, undead guy in a bag of holding... Since when did the party even have a bag of holding!
"Y/N!" You hear a terrifying roar. Or well, it isn't really a roar, it was just Halsin calling out in desperation as he must've heard your 'what' from across camp to where they keep him contained. But for you, it sounds like quite the roar. Maybe we should just put Halsin in the bag of holding?
"Concerning... but moving on." You sigh, taking your quarterstaff from Wyll with a grateful nod.
"You already want to go?" Shadowheart asks in slight concern. "We can let you rest up a bit more, Y/N. We have time." She adds with a frown.
Now, that's the thing. You don't have time. Genuinely.
There's a parasite in your head! Worming between the wrinkles of your very brain. Did everyone just forget the plot just because they have a little teen running around? Crazy bunch of idiots you've landed with.
"Nope, let's go." You've already started taking down the tent you were in when you said that. You have a mission, and you'll damn well fulfill it, or you'll never see your mom again...
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"Who here would like to volunteer?" Dribbles... a clown, yikes, inquired to the audience. His painted face allowing for a way too wide smile.
"Anyone?" He continues joyfully. Man, you get why your mother never took you to any of those fairs, this is rather scary...
"Do you want to go, Y/N?" Wyll puts his warm hand on your shoulder, an encouraging smile gracing his features. You figure he must've gone to a lot of these as a kid considering he's the kid of a Duke. You, however, aren't very used to this.
"I'd rather die." You deadpan at the notion.
"Take that back, Y/N." Halsin scolds with a demand. Right, superstition, you guess?
"I take it back." You sigh, not wanting any trouble with mister 'will knock you out'.
"Anyone?" Dribbles tries again, albeit a bit more awkwardly now that no one's showing interest.
"Ohh ohh! Me!" Karlach sticks up her hand excitedly as she notices that no one else seems to want the spotlight.
The crowd lets her pass through to the stage. The thiefling easily climbs up the stage, leaving slight scorch marks on the wood.
"And who do we have here today?" Dribbles went right back to his charming clown persona. You don't get how Karlach gets the guts to stand by someone that creepy. You feel as if he might try to stab you at any time.
"Everyone in Faerun is special, afterall. Do you know what makes you special?" Dribbles continues without even giving Karlach a moment to introduce herself.
"Uhm, well I try to help as many people as I can and have as much fun on the way." She makes up. Keeping it rather wholesome and simple for the smaller children in the crowd, very sweet of her.
"Wrong! How boring is that?!" The clown laughs almost magically. He's got a lot of audacity, saying that to Karlach... If there wasn't a crowd of civilians here, you'd have-
"What makes you special, is that I've got a message for you..." Dribbles continues. His voice drops. Though he takes his gaze off Karlach, instead focusing on your party. You seriously don't like the darkened look in his eyes.
"All hail the Absolute." The clown finishes darkly before the zombie dog that had been with him on stage jumps at Karlach. Luckily, Astarion had already been creeped out by the clown himself and quickly shot an arrow into the mut so it's bite wouldn't land.
The crowd broke out in screams. After the horrible mindflayer invasion and the multiple cults in existence, all these people knew of the Absolute. And they knew a mention of them was enough to run.
As they ran, you sprinted into action. Casting hail storm above Dribbles' head. Though the dog and the clown weren't the only enemies to watch out for, as a large shadowbeast leaped from its enclosure. It's maw aimed right for your shoulder.
You barely registered the shout of Shadowheart behind you to watch out for before the panther-like beast bit into your shoulder. You could feel your very bones shatter under the sheer bite power.
The yell you let out was rather brutal, with how bad it hurt. Your knees immediately gave out as you succumbed to the agony. The warm blood gushing from your shoulder mixed with the dirt of the ground before Dribbles' stage.
You heard your name fly out of someone's mouth again, though all you could focus on was the panther coming for you again.
A roar cut through the chaos and the beast was hurled aside by a familiar, huge bear. Must be Halsin. You couldn't think straight.... Too much damn pain.
With gritted teeth, you tried to stay focused on the ongoing fight. Watching how Halsin's wildshape was basically mauling that two-tailed panther apart. Man... he's really angry. Honestly... you are too.
Before you could try to stand, Lae'zel had scooped you up frantically, trying to get you out of the line of attack of the three attackers. Her combat training had never really covered rescues, Githyanki weren't very caring towards each other, but she was clearly trying for you.
"Don't move from here." Lae'zel warns sternly before she jumps back into battle. Joining Karlach to swing her greatsword at the fake clown.
You heard a different crunch of bones to your left... you almost didn't want to look, that was most definitely Halsin mauling that beast.
You can handle some gore... sure... but that just sounds a bit too brutal. And here you were thinking Druids were all peaceful with nature and its creatures.
"Kid, hold still. It's alright." Jaheira had run up to you. Though it almost felt like a sneak attack, with how little you were registering.
Her palms cupped your face, wiping the tears streaking your pained face off gently. Maybe what you've heard is true... about her having had kids before. This sure does feel like motherly experience.
"Are you feeling dizzy?" Jaheira inquires with slight urgency. She's already throwing whatever stinging herbs onto your bleeding shoulder. It hurts... perhaps in a good way.
"A bit...?" You murmur with a hiss when she presses a healing spell to your broken skin. You could feel the shatterings of your bone try to fuse back together due to the magic.
"Bloodloss. As I suspected. I thought you knew better than to stand in front of the group by now, Y/N." Jaheira scolds. You almost flinch at the tone. It plays into your 'missing mommy' complex way too much.
Your mom would be panicking if she saw you like this... Hells, you should be panicking too, but you just feel too tired.
You hear a thud in the background. The fighting noises and unnecessarily complex spells Gale was throwing around cease to be. An unearned quietness falling over the now ruined fair.
You're barely conscious for the aftermath. Wyll had been holding you to his chest as support so you wouldn't stumble back onto the floor again. Along with pulling you out of the way when an attack came your way.
The fighting finally fell silent, and you could barely yelp before the gross sensation of a blood-coated bear tongue licked over your wound. It damn well stung. In fact, Halsin was getting enemy creature blood into your damn wound! If you died of some blood disease, you'd be blaming him.
"Halsin! Pull yourself together, you're an elf!" Jaheira scolds the bear, pulling at its fluffy ear before it shifts back into a man.
"See, Y/N, this is why you should stay at camp as I've suggested!" The tall elf scolds. You feel like you're getting scolded a lot today. You hate these people...
"Terrific performance..." You hear a new voice approach. Looking over Wyll's shoulder, you see a tall woman approaching. Her black hair contrasts strangely with her almost purple-like skin.
"Oh, dear. Screaming children, an oozing corpse - and it's not even my birthday." The woman smiles. Ah, you'd seen her stand off to the side before. She's the ringmaster of this mess of a circus.
"Though you've greatly messed up my staff." She continues. You don't have a clue what her name is. Though you'll guess it's something comically nonsensical, like Shadowheart.
"He attacked us." Gale adds in annoyance. Both annoyed that you'd gotten hurt and the fact that he had to use two whole magic scrolls... Gale's a nasty spell hoarder, after all.
"He did, it seems that wasn't the Dribbles we all know and love. So then, where is he?" The ringmaster continues.
"Yea ok, I already get it. We'll go look for him." Astarion groans. Though you catch his red eyes flicker to you momentarily, thinking you weren't looking. Is this guy for real? Is he looking for approval with a kid?
Are you supposed to go pat him on the back for being performatively kind?
Whatever. The woman seems happy that the party had agreed so fast.
"Of course, if you bring me all his parts, I'll gladly reward you, brave adventurers." She smiles warmly. A bit too warmly for a woman talking about parts... of a clown.
"He's in parts?!" Karlach gasps.
Your shoulder still hurts like a bitch...
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"Don't stray too far, Y/N." Gale instructs as he keeps your hand in his. You'd think you were five with how they've been treating you lately.
At least your shoulder had been properly and magically fixed at camp before this. In fact, you'd learned a fun little healing spell.
"The whole city seems to be on some kind of... shutdown?" Wyll adds. The bridge to Baldurs Gate did look... kinda blocked off.
Civilians were trying to get in, to no avail, blocked by these two huge, shining guards. Are there people inside of those? Giants? They're like... two Halsins tall. That's three and a half of you...? Three? You'll give it three.
"Wyll, can't you just use your princely privileges to get us in?" Astarion scoffs, his arms crossed over his chest. The pale elf is so darn pale that the sun reflecting on his skin is burning your eyes.
"Not a prince, bloodsucker. I'm the son of the duke. And besides, I was banished." Wyll huffs. Shaking his horned head with a nostalgic look.
"Banished or not, we need to get in there. The two other netherstones are our primary goal." Shadowheart adds in determination. Sometimes you think she's the only one with her head in the game.
"I thought Y/N was our primary goal?" Halsin adds. You want to kill yourself.
"That's just yours, Halsin." Jaheira groans in distaste at the pure clinginess the other druid is showing. You suppose that to a woman who's had so many wards, Halsin's behavior would look ridiculous.
"Do they like... only let some people in, or is it a complete blockade?" You ask to distract from the insane nonsense you just heard.
"Appears to be everyone. But I don't doubt rich bastards can just walk on by." Karlach glares through the crowd as if trying to find one of her... 'rich bastards'.
"Can't we just go ask? Hells, maybe they'll let us in." Karlach inquires after her crowd check.
You, personally, find that a great idea. The rest, however, doesn't.
Actually, now that you're looking at all the refugees... your mom could be... a refugee? If she's not dead, that is. Let's stop thinking about that.
Though the thought of finding her in the city sparks a new flicker of hope within you.
"Excuse me, sir? Can we perhaps enter the city? Our party is running out of rations." You ask the towering steel watcher. That is after having slipped out of Gale's grasp. He's got really weak grip strength and rather sweaty hands. Bad combo for containing your companions.
The guard doesn't even regard you, just looming over the crowd as the sun starts to feel too hot.
"Oi, kid, don't come so close or we'll have to rough you up." A Baldurian guard, a member of the Flaming Fists, if your memory serves you well, warns you. At least they're acknowledging your existence.
You take a few steps back, not wanting the guards to... actually do that. You've had enough pain for today.
"Y/N! You really have to stop running off! You'll have mamma Karlach worried!" Karlach adds warmly, coming up to occupy the space beside you. It's even hotter now. You hate it. It was always chilly where you lived with your mom. Courtesy of her preferences.
The two steel watchers suddenly yet slowly turn their heavy helms to zero in on Karlach. You almost think you're about to get double smited... Yet they do something neither of you expected.
The huge armoured beings part, leaving a way into the city and over the bridge.
You gulp as you feel the strange gaze they cast onto your buddy Karlach. Do these things know her?
Karlach doesn't seem to give a damn and walks in. The rest of the party quickly follows suit.
You can't help but feel like something's wrong here.
But who cares about your opinion, right?
Uhhhhhhh idk
Quick little middle part between the last chapter and the big boom of Baldurs Gate. We gotta hustle over the characters' backstories now, yikes. Any suggestions will be considered!
So yeah, summer vacation now, so I'll try to write more and react to more asks! Teehee, though July is for ArtFight, of course :3
I think this is like... my least planned fanfic ever, likely because it was meant to just be a drabble, but still, thank you all for the support on this! And I like recently saw I had 200 followers on here! That's... a lot of people. I got scared for a bit, but hello!
But yeah, I'm just making up the plot with every sentence, lol/ Hope that isn't too noticeable... :P
Somewhere in the asks that I'm busy answering, someone mentioned they think Y/N is human. A headcanon as ever. Though Y/N is written with no specific race in mind. Personally, I make them a thiefling in my head because my first playthrough was a thiefling sorcerer that kinda inspired this drabble series since I didn't romance anyone on that run and just friendzoned them all :D
Is anyone on here an avid writer on Wattpad or any other site similar to it? Because my main fic keeps getting an increasing amount of these kinds of messages:
'I'm really enjoying this story so far! The concept of Y/N being pulled across dimensions by the mysterious red stone is such a fun idea, and I love how unpredictable everything feels. The opening with Kai was especially intriguing his sweet, caring attitude mixed with the fact that Y/N woke up tied to a chair created such an unsettling atmosphere. It kept me curious about his true intentions the whole time. I also liked the transition into the MHA world and how characters like Aizawa, Uraraka, Tokoyami, and the rest of Class 1-A interacted with Y/N. The quirk discovery scene with the glowing red shapes was one of my favorite moments, and the mall attack chapter did a great job showing how overwhelming this new world is for them. I couldn't help imagining some of these scenes visually, especially Kai with his black ears and tail, the glowing red constructs, and Y/N standing in front of the blue flames during the mall attack. Your story has so many moments that would make amazing illustrations. If you'd ever be interested in having some visuals made for your story or characters, feel free to reach out. I'd love to help bring some of these scenes to life!'
Which I'm obviously not offended by, but like...? Either these accounts skim over the story to get the details or have some bot read it. But the biggest thing here is, why would you offer art services of fanfic? Think of the copyright, please. Sure, this one could mean private commissions, but I've had some asking to make it a Webtoon or novel. Like... this is a reader insert story. The copyright claims are going to be insane? Am I the only one getting more of these? No offence for an artist hustle, but please find different targets, I don't think a lot of fanfic authors are interested in their fanfics getting drawn so seriously. (If I were to buy commissions, it would be for personal stories/characters, not fanfic)
Ok sorry, that was my rant, I just find it really strange.
Hiiiiii, I love love love your work!! I was wondering if you could do a Drabble where it is the fight scene between shadowheart and laezel after they find out about the artifact and can I have teen reader beg them to stop and they both feel emotions they never felt before (it’s love), while the rest of the party is trying to lightly pull the teen away from the two murderous ladies.
(Around the end of Gith Créche, as that's where the artifact first really gets revealed and Y/N wasn't there to witness it, so :P)
Also, the usual apologies for replying so late, university eats all the time.
The List
Warnings: /
(3rd person POV)
You were seriously regretting ever coming with these people at all. In fact, you'd rather just be a mindflayer at this point.
"How could you keep this a secret, ishtik!? You keep a Githyanki artifact to yourself like a selfish mongrel?" Lae'zel hisses, her greatsword clutched as if she wanted to slash Shadowheart into Shadow and Heart right now.
"I didn't know! But I'm not handing it over, this was entrusted to me by my Lady!" Shadowheart rebukes, holding the gnarly, pointed sphere in her pale hands.
"You will give it to me, or you will not be alive to reunite with your damned lady!" Lae'zel hisses.
You sigh at the background noise. Or well, it wasn't really background noise, as you were sitting rather close. Wyll and Lae'zel wouldn't let you leave their sight after Halsin's stunt.
"Hey now, come on. Let's all calm down." Karlach butts in gently. Hoping she wouldn't get blasted to bits by the rage of the other woman.
"You reckon it's their time of the month? Synced up, you know?" Gale adds from beside you. You just realise you're all basically watching this in-fight like a bunch of kids.
"Oh, don't be presumptuous, Gale." Astarion rolls his eyes. Having been tracing his ice-cold finger over the blood that dripped from the wound on your arm. Very quietly lapping it off his finger.
Karlach was about to be blasted with an Ignis. Though her hellish fire resistance likely wouldn't make it a big deal. But you were done with this. You kinda just wanted Shadowheart to heal you.
"Y/N... No." Wyll advises sternly. Though you got up anyway.
"You are dooming us. Dooming me! With that artefact! My people will see me as a traitor for aiding your theft!" Lae'zel screams in rage. Her green, knobbed ears had turned downward so much that you were almost reminded of a cat in a fighting stance.
"I will not give up my mission because a frog person wants to reintegrate into her swamp community!" Shadowheart spits back. The cleric had summoned a magic hand to swipe Karlach off the scene so she could blast an Ignis at Lae'zel. You actually weren't worried about that one, as Shadowheart usually missed anyway.
"You attack me?" Lae'zel seethes. And you finally saw your opportunity.
Knowing these companions of yours are rather attached to you for whatever reasons they may have... you're hoping it could help you pity farm a solution here.
"Stop fighting!" You yell dramatically. Catching Lae'zels blade between your hands. A risky move, but dying was something you were considering lately, so who cares?
Lae'zel practically gasps at your sudden insertion into their fight. Horrified that you'd jumped in front of her blade like that. The Gith metal clangs to the floor as she drops it.
"Y/N!" Shadowheart exclaims at your ridiculously dangerous action. Oh yeah, you got both of 'em.
"Please... We're all still roughed up from the Créche... stop fighting..." You pull out your best puppy look. You aren't one for begging. Your mother usually scolds you for using such manipulation tactics... But these people didn't know you well enough to know you were playing.
"We weren't... fighting." Shadowheart frowns. Before Lae'zel could take your arm to pull you close, as you'd expected it to happen... Shadowheart beats her to it. An arm gracefully wraps around your shoulders to pull you into her warmth.
"That was ridiculously dangerous." Shadowheart scolds slightly. Though it seems you've shocked them out of their rage... fine enough by you.
"Now you even steal the child." Lae'zel scoffs, stepping closer to check you over.
"Steal..." Shadowheart murmurs with a slight huff. Pulling you just a fraction closer, as if wishing to feel your heartbeat against her armor.
"Y/N is our responsibility, Lae'zel..." Shadowheart decides with sudden resolve.
What? Oh no... You've converted another one!?
The gith stills, her hand outstretched to reach for you, stops mid air. The sentiment of Shadowheart's words seems to have hit her harder than it did you.
"Yes... You finally speak sense, Shadowheart." Lae'zel notes, looking from you to the woman. They share a look you don't even know how to identify.
Wyll was right... You should've minded your business. Now they've banded up against you even more.
You're so screwed.
ook ok ok, nothing too groundbreaking today.
Wouldn't day writers block but something is being blocked, maybe cuz I'm sick. But yuhh, glad to write BG3 again <3
Thank you for the ask, as always! I love asks, I'm just really slow at answering them, I'm so sorry! I swear to you guys I look at all of them!!!!
Just letting ya'll know I'm currently at the start of my uni's end project (We all have to make a proper game, teehee) and after that are exams. So, just coming to say a new chapter might be a little while.
I usually write one chapter of my main fanfic on Wattpad, then the BG3 one on here, and then one for my Harry Potter one. The Main fic chapter is almost done, so then I'll move back to BG3. But yeah... student life calls.
I'll post the itch.io link here when I finish the project, though, promise.
I think I may have deleted the title block, woops...
Sorry for the wait guyssss Hope you enjoy. Also I think and hope this is the first time Raphael meets Y/N because I'm not sure.
Warnings: Maybe dead mom, Y/N is put to sleep unconsentually, Halsin in general.
Other parts: The List, Prev Part, Next Part
(3rd person POV)
"This camp stinks." Astarion whines in the middle of setting up his elaborate tent.
"As do you." Gale quips back in a snap second, not even bothering to put up his camping gear. With the newest spell he learned he's making his elemental summoning do it for him. If only you had those.
Actually, you don't have to, because Halsins setting up yours. Thinks the sticks are too heavy for you. You really wonder how he thinks you put your tent together before he joined the party...
"How could I stink? I take the most care of my person between all you bloody idiots." Astarion scoffs, pale nose turned up in a cockty preen.
"You refuse to get under running water. Your vampire nonsense doesn't count while you have that tadpole, you know? Take a bath." Gale scowls, his own nose scrunching up in distaste at the fictive odor he's smelling from the vampire spawn.
You, for one, don't smell anything wrong with both of them. But oh well, let them bicker. It only serves to entertain you.
"They are at it again." Lae'zel stands next to you, her lean arms crossed over her armor.
"Did you expect anything else? It's either them or us." Shadowheart nudges the Gith. Her long obsidian hair had taken to an ivory color ever since the incident with the Nightsong. Though you'd say it suited her.
"Not really. But Y/N looks rather done with it." Lae'zel notes, ruffling your hair for good measure. A habit the girl had picked up from Halsin.
"So done." You agree half heartedly. More so bored with having to camp once more. You really wanted to see Baldurs Gate. And get that damned tadpole out of your head so you could go look for your mother.
Preferably without this gangle of fisfits following you around.
"Y/N, do you want your head to face North or South?" Halsin inquires all of a sudden, in the middle of rolling out your bedroll. You really couldn't care less...
"Uh. South?" You shrug, watching the large elf nod happily. He's been getting more and more addicted to your attention. It's honestly kind of concerning. Even Jaheira seems worried.
"They're capable enough, druid. Why do you take Y/Ns tasks from them. Without proper training, they'll never grow into a strong warrior." Minthara sneers in the scolding tone you're more than used to after the couple of days in Moonrise.
"Don't speak to me about matters that concern Y/N. I know better. I'm the oldest." Halsin rebukes with an annoyed look on his scarred face.
"Your pick in companions is weak, child." Minthara places a gloved hand on your shoulder, squeezing in a strong but reassuring manner. Man... you miss your mom.
"I must agree with the drow."
A sleek, unknown voice suddenly purrs from behind you all.
Just like the rest, you swivel around to face the mystery voice, only to be met with a smirking nobleman. Slicked back brown hair frames his tan yet wrinkled face. You already don't like him.
"I don't think I've formally introduced myself to the little warrior yet. Have I? But I sure have watched." The man smirks at you. What's his problem?
"Raphael.." Karlach sneers. Her usual friendly smile faded into a glare. You can see her mechanical heart heat up in emotion.
"OH.. the demon guy?" You ask in recollection. Recalling them telling you about a run in with this guy a while ago back in the Shadow Cursed lands.
"My, you've heard of me. How cute." The demon pinches your cheek. Immeadiatly, he's met with a rapier to the neck. Wyll's patience with hellish beings doesn't seem as infinite as you thought.
"Calm yourself, I'm just bantering with them. You don't think a man of my caliber would stoop as low as you lot and care for a strange child?" Raphael smirks. Easily disappearing and reappearing in a spot that suited him more.
"What do you want?" Lae'zel growls, her long green ears folded back slightly. A true snarl, if you will.
"Just checking up on my favorite couple of adventures. You're getting closer to the city, after all." Raphael muses, a glass of wine appearing in his hand. Man... demons sure have a lot of tricks up their sleeve.
"Y/N, kill this guy." Astarion instructs with a sense of humor, mostly referencing your sudden burst of strength in taking down Ketheric.
His joke didn't come on well with the rest of your companions, clearly. Seeing them all glare at the pale elf.
"OH ho. You think your little kiddy here could take me down? I'm not some sad, resurrected old man." Raphael scoffs in mock offense. He seemingly likes toying around with words. Clearly belittling your fight with Ketheric Thorm.
"While I agree that Y/N is very little, they have proved their fighting spirit plenty." Halsin had walked up behind you. His hulking frame casts a shadow over your form.
"Ah, big brother bear, here to play papa. Do you appreciate that, young one?" Raphael muses, circling the group with a posh walk you haven't ever seen mortal noblemen utilize.
You let out an 'uh'. Not really sure how to answer that question. This cambion isn't very subtle, Halsin is right there!
"I'll take that as a plentiful amount of disagreement." Raphael's tan but aged face crinkles at the mocking smile he pulls.
"It's too bad this band clearly needs you to defeat the Absolute. Or I could've taken you for a little ride to hell." He continues, his words caused the party to bristle. You already felt two different hands clamp onto your shoulder. One digging their nails into your very flesh with how tightly they were holding on.
"I'd rather you not." You irk, your eye twitching in annoyance. You really can't stand people who think they're all that. It was already hard enough to get over Astarion's fake ego.
"And why is that? Don't want to go with Uncle Raphael?" The Cambion had appeared somewhere else now. Clearly, he's as aware of you of this strange family vibe your party is trying to establish here. Not that you have a say in it. They started doing this on their own.
"Can you shut up, you pompous prick?" Karlach sneers, her battleaxe in hand. You can physically see the flames coating her red skin flicker as she sneers... Or well, Karlach doesn't sneer, she sears.
"Don't bark up the wrong tree. Zariel is still looking for you, little thiefling." Raphael scoffs, his chin tilted upwards in a show of ego.
Man, you actually do want this guy dead...
"Can you just leave? We don't want you here." Gale adds with a frown on his bearded face.
The Cambion's face doesn't seem very phased by the remark. He seems used to being an unwanted presence. That's rather sad.
"I'm just here to ask you lot to do me a... favor." Raphael purrs.
"Why would we want a favor from you-" Wyll starts with a glare, but gets cut off by Astarion's pale hand.
"Shh, I want one." The spawn whispers.
"And what would you want, little spawn?" Raphael basically sing songs. His eyes too evil to even pretend a sweet look.
"Well-" Astarion starts before Lae'zel mercilessly kicks him in the stomach, making the poor vampire buckle over.
"Lovely." Raphael smirks in amusement at the violence. You can't help but deadpan at the whole stunt.
"Can you leave yet?" You add in annoyance. Clearly, the Cambion wasn't doing anything good here. Nothing productive was coming from his presence.
"Don't tell me to leave you alone with these lunatics now." Raphael scoffs, walking closer to you and grabbing your chin. Your head was tilted up by his movement, the demon looked you deep in the eyes. It almost felt like he was looking straight into your soul.
"Miss your mother, do you. That's rather sweet. Too bad she's no longer around."
You almost felt time still as Raphael spoke those words. Your body goes rigid at the thought you hadn't allowed yourself to think about until now.
All you could see in your stunned state was his smug expression. The hellion seemed to get a sense of pleasure out of crumbling your will.
With a quick and rash split-second decision, you decide to wack that smirk right off of his stupid face.
The moment you're supposed to hear a satisfying crunch of nose cartilage, you're met with silence, as the cambion had vanished, just as quickly as he'd appeared.
You're left seething in place. The large hand on your shoulder doesn't bring any comfort. Nothing here would, they're not your mother!
"Y/N, hey..." You hear Wyll start, but you quickly brush past the man to storm off in true teenager nature.
You were sure you'd be allowed some space to deal with the whirlwind of emotions the cambion had just put you through, but you were seemingly wrong.
"Y/N, wait. Don't just go running off." Shadowheart adds, you hear multiple of them chase after you. It's unfair. Why can't they just leave you alone?
"Leave me alone!" You dodge a branch or two. Then some rubble. You just need to be alone, is that so hard to understand? Why do they always have to be around you?
You're sick of it.
"Don't be like that." Halsin calls out with that edge of sweetness you're starting to resent. What is their collective problem? You wish they'd all just argue with each other again and call you a dumb kid.
"Y/N, I said, stop running!" You hear Halsin repeat. Of course, he's the head of the chase. Why wouldn't he be?
"Leave me be!" You protest before a dreaded vine coils around your ankle. And you know damn well that's not just Mother Nature at work. Only two people here know vine whip, and one of them is clearly Halsin.
You feel utterly betrayed and trapped as you fall down onto a bed of wildflowers. Courtesy of the large elf. Wanting to dampen your fall even when he trips you himself. He's unbearable!
"Don't try to get up, that was a nasty fall." Halsin had quickly gained on you. Looming over your fallen form. His warm palm on your back to keep you down. You don't know what his game is here, but you sure don't like it.
Why couldn't he just let you have a moment?
"Halsin, don't." You hear Gale call from a bit further away. What? Why would Gale say that? Unless-
Before you could think too much about what Gale could've possibly sneered at Halsin to not do, you feel a heavy weight pull on your eyelids. A drowsy haze is taking over your tadpole-infested brain. You could even feel the strange voice in your head protest whatever was happening.
Though you couldn't be bothered to be mad. No, you were too tired. And these flowers smelled so nice...
You drifted off into a dreamless sleep right on the very ground. Your last thought being that Halsin really had the gall to use a sleeping spell on you. His teammate.
oh no guys, the yandere is yandere-ing. God forbid. But yea, act 3 start. My bad that it's been a while, with the age verification thing from c.ai i've been going through a rough time (I know its bad, and that I'm addicted, its disgusting and I'm sorry. I've been trying real hard to quit but i suck ass)
but yea anyways, here we go again. For anyone that isn't notified, this story (main chapters) are now also posted on Wattpad so you can keep up with updates easier.
Based Y/N's distaste for the coddling a bit off of that time in high school when my grandma died and half my teachers were all trying to be my parent? That was so fricking weird it made me genuinly uncomfrotable, i have 2 perfectly good parents at home, please stop... But yea, hope it was kinda realistic therefore. :3
Any asks sent are being worked on, believe it or not, I'm just really abd at finishing thing, sorry chat.
Also, I stream now, lol. I have 9 followers, heh B)
Yo, ya'll, as promised, Bg3 x teen reader is now being cross-posted on Wattpad (honestly, more so for me because it's hard to keep track of all the chapters when they get scattered over my blog lol)
I'm unsure how well links to other websites work, but here goes a try.
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Feel free to comment on literally anything, I love comments, especially with how Wattpad does that :3
I guess this would also make it easier for anyone following the series to notice updates. Though asks and headcannons (etc) will not be posted on Wattpad, its strictly the main story chapters.
Alright, that's all, if the link doesn't work, my user for Wattpad is also ZWolfGames. So easy to find.
Be sure to check out my other works there too. I'm currently doing a Harry Potter fic along with my long-running main fic!
(Wanted to make a little thing for valentines ig hihi, and I've been getting back into Genshin since Nodkrai released. So have this :3
Starring: Flins, Childe, Ayato, Wanderer
No clue if Teyvat has a Valentine's Day, but for the sake of this drabble, they do.)
★ Flins
You had met the lightkeeper briefly a couple of years ago.
On rare occasions, you'd see him again. And it took only two of those for the fae to be convinced it must be fate.
Beings like Flins are rather mischievous and charming. And he'd used that to his advantage when he fully committed to befriending you. It's one step towards having you. What human elopes with someone they don't know, afterall.
And so he'd heard about Valentines day. A more modern concept, but he wouldn't ignore it. It's a good opportunity for him.
Flins is a fae, afterall. They have rules. Never tell a fae your full name, don't take any gifts from them, don't accept their help, don't say thank you... so on and so forth.
You'd been slowly falling for his tricks. He already had your name, and you'd thanked him plenty. A singular good consequence of the Wild Hunt. Sure made you a savable damsel in distress.
"Y/N, there you are. Have you heard of this human festivity... Valentines day?" Flins smiles charmingly as he approaches you. Knowing where you go at this time of day already.
You nod. Pretty much everyone knows, not that you really participate.
"And could I ask you to be mine?" The fae phrases it more to his liking. Sure, you both know he means as his Valentine's... but to hear you say yes to such a question would still elate him.
As he read is custom, the man holds out a bouquet of Frostlamp flowers, which grow all around his lighthouse. Many find it hard to get there because they're so far away from any cities.
"Thank you..." You flush slightly. Flins had been perfecting his charming act. Over the months you've been talking, he didn't show an ounce of his growing affections, the burning desire.
"Is that a yes?" He asks on, hands brushing against yours as he hands over the flowers.
You nod in agreement. You think it's just a sweet, silly thing. Sir Flins would never really mean it. He's like this with everyone.
Except he really isn't.
The Lightkeeper is committed to spending the day with you. And with enough elusive words and charming smiles, he manages to get you to his lighthouse for tea. All disguised as a nice walk, of course.
And it's a nice tea date- let him call it that, please- your favourite flavour. Coincidental, right? haha.
You feel so sleepy, though.
Must be the walk. Flins reassures you.
You can stay as long as you wish, he promises.
He's so alone here, anyway. That's by choice, but the pity might help.
Your eyelids droop more by the minute. He's closer by the minute.
Still sporting that same smile.
You never noticed how scary his eyes are.
Sleep takes you right after.
Enjoy your stay with your new fae husband....
★ Childe
The eleventh Fatui Harbinger couldn't have imagined a worse Valentine's Day than this.
The sight alone put him in a murderous mood.
To think someone had the audacity to ask you to be their Valentine's after he's been hovering around you for half a year!
Childe had been staring holes into the person's head since they approached you. He surely thought he still had a bit longer to pick out the perfect gift for you... It would've been way better than those flowers you got given. They're not romantic nor fancy at all.
He's entirely on edge while he listens in on you two talking. Praying to every archon he can think of that you'll just say no.
And you did...
He's already deluded himself enough to think you did it because of your affection for him. That you were hoping he'd still ask you today.
Though... the sad fact tha the can't seem to get through his thick skull is that you don't really like him. Who would like some fatui guy clinging to them all day? Rather obnoxious, too.
"Y/N, long time no see." Childe smiles, one arm slinging over your shoulder to pull you into his side.
That was a big lie, by the way, you saw him just yesterday, and he hadn't taken his eyes off of you. Props of being stationed in Liyue even after the whole Gnosis thing.
You don't even get the chance to speak as the ginger places a box in your hands.
"Valentine's gift, you'll be mine, right?" He smiles on, though the darker look in his dead blue eyes is a warning in and of itself. You know what he is... You're already glad you didn't end up hurt since you met him.
As you hesitate to answer, the arm over your shoulder tightens, gloved fingers digging into your forearm.
"Don't be shy. I'm not joking." Childe reassures with a threatening undercurrent. It's not a real choice.
You quietly agree with his request. It's just for today. Thats it. You can handle one day with this guy.
Childe brings your attention back to the box, tasking you with opening it with clear anticipation.
The pretty box contained something even prettier. You know the stunning piece of jewelry that lies inside. You had looked at it every time you passed the store window in the Harbour.
This would've been really nice if Childe had been there for those moments... But you don't recall that being the case.
So how would he know?
While you were busy dreading the answer to that question in your head, the harbinger gently clipped the new jewelry on, the grin he was sporting showed you he was rather proud of such a display.
You're wearing something he bought you. What else could elate a possessive man like himself more? A claim is a claim. And this is one he could do without scaring you.
He drags you around for the rest of the day. Liyue Harbour is getting dark fast. People are going home, leaving the streets empty.
You sit with Childe, right by the water. Moonlight and stray lanterns reflecting in the ocean's expanse.
"I love you, Y/N. A lot." Childe speaks all of a sudden.
You flick your head over quickly. That came out of the blue, afterall.
"And I can't stand you talking to other people." His gaze hardens, and you feel his hand encircle your wrist.
"I really hope you'll grow to love me too." He continues.
Before you get a chance to retaliate, a harsh hit against the back of your head knocks you out.
Having your fatui soldiers sneak up on your Valentine date is mean, but not impossible.
He's sure you'll like Sneznaya. At least the boatride...
★ Ayato
As the Head of the Kamisato clan, Ayato has always been taught to choose his spouse wisely.
But can one truly think wisely when they love someone?
You're no one of importance. Not to the clans, at least. To him, you're plenty important.
"Would you stay with me today?" The man speaks gently, his voice as fluid and soothing. It's as if the hydro vision matches even his way of speaking.
"No work?" You raise a brow. The man shakes his head. He doesn't explicitly remind you of what today is. You don't need to bother with the implications, he's working towards your love regardless. Whether he rushes or not makes no difference.
You remark that that's extraordinary. Your dear friend Ayato is always so busy afterall.
"We have neglected eachother for a bit now." Ayato notes, there's no resentment behind his words, he's the one who's always busy. But his loyal dogs had informed him that you took his time of absence to speak to other people... and that, well, he doesn't like.
He doesn't blame you for that. He's obsessed, not irrational. He knows humans need contact. Socialization.
That doesn't stop his envy, however. If he held the Shogun's position, they'd be dead by now.
Ayato takes his sweet time admiring you as you two speak under the sakura trees of his courtyard. Though he's making you do most of the speaking. A man who yearns is a man who ears, yes?
His business would only bore you anyway. Your mundane life is much more to his interest. He is yet to figure out what food you favour. How you like your baths.. Or if you like soft or hard futons.
All very important questions for the future he's planned out with you.
Ayato wasn't one to make hasty or harsh decisions.
You wouldn't even notice his intentions. His ways of obtaining you.
By the time you're married, you'll only think you fell for him yourself.
As if the disappearance of your friends didn't have anything to do with him. As if you weren't threatened out of your own home because of his plan. All while he se kindly offered you a place to stay in his estate.
And it all begins with this very Valentines day. he just needed an excuse to start putting himself out there as available. Just to you, ofcourse. Can't have any swooning women thinking he's looking for someone when he's already found the perfect one.
★ Wanderer
Wanderer swears he's a changed man (puppet) since his time with the Dendro Archon.
He goes to the Akedemia, he cares for mini Durin, and he doesn't trample anyone he deems annoying anymore.
Yet with you... He can't help but let his old self resurface.
Romantic attraction was not something he had ever felt in his long life.
But you, a mere classmate at the Akedemia, you got through to his figurative heart.
If he were still a Harbinger, he could've had you in seconds.
That's what makes this so hard for him. He needs to play normal. He isn't a Harbinger. He can't do that anymore, he's better than that.
"Hey... What do you think of this Valentine's stuff?" He asks with an annoyed expression. The couples he sees in the hall only piss him off more, solely because he knows you aren't like that with him... yet.
"Uh... Never really did anything for it." You shrug. You're rather focused on your studies, and it's not like anyone here caught your eye.
Wanderer nods. This complicates things. You weren't enthusiastic over Valentines day. No, a swoon or longing look to be seen. Asking you to be his Valentine would be met with rejection, he's sure.
"It's stupid." He scoffs. He doesn't truly mean that. he would've, if you weren't a thing.
He sticks by you the whole day. Even entering a lecture that wasn't in his curriculum to sit next to you. You weren't his Valentine, but he sure could make it look like you were. That would make that random guy from Mathematics back up, he's sure.
You don't note on it. And it frustrates him. You don't even know his schedule.... He knows yours, for archons' sake. Why couldn't you just like him too?
Is that okay to think? Nahida would tell him you don't owe him reciprocation. But damn does he want it.
So Wanderer is left to do what he does best. Hide his true intentions between biting sarcasm and condescending remarks.
It's not saving his case. But maybe, if you feel awful enough, you'll let him hold you. That's what humans like, right? Physical comfort?
He'll hold you.
To his luck, someone else does all this for him, besides the hugging.
Some dunce of a guy you must have known from a different class had come to make fun of your project from last week.
And Wanderer saw his one golden opportunity. He might be all reformed now, but that didn't mean he couldn't do this...
A harsh punch to the face was all it took to get the guy to shut up.
Wanderer immediately turned to youn hiding the proud grin he wished to sport. He stood up for you. That's so sweet, isn't it?
You barely had time to react to his sudden hug, just latched onto you without question.
It's hard to deal with feelings you've never had before. Even harder after having to change your past ways.
But one student punched at a time, he'll win your heart.
He's pretty afterall, you can look past his flaws.
And if not, you'll get to witness what his past personality was like. Not even the dendro archon could stop him if this wen ton for too long...
Ok that was it, bye!
I realise I'm still ahh at writing HC, these just seem like scenarios but whatever.
Yo chat, would anyone appreciate it if I were to put all the official parts of the bg3 x teen!reader in a Wattpad story? (To like save it to the library so you can use updates easily) Or is that dumb ToT.
So, Bg3... Okay, does anyone remember the allies possible "bad" endings? Because I sure do and HOLY, wouldn't it be absolutely cruel if the teenage reader saw them turn into their "evil" self and it would be impossible to run back to mom then, but you did hear that from me.
Haii! Sorry for the long wait, I have a really irregular writing schedule (There's no schedule).
I've only done two playthroughs myself, and I didn't dare let them end up bad, so this is going off of everything I know from spoilers and such!
warnings: gore mention ig, abuse mention
The list
Starting off strong, there are some allies that you just wouldn't see past their bad ending.
Karlach straight up burns up from the inside out in her band ending... So no hot woman to worry about there, I suppose.
The same can be said for Wyll. In his bad ending, he's stuck in his pact with Mizora forever, so he'd be unlikely to be able to stick with you unless Mizora wants you (Which I'm debating, is it boring if every character cares for Y/N, it isn't it?)
Lae'zel is a hard one to think about, considering she's one of the most protective ones, but if she were to go back to Vlaak'ith, well... gone aswell. Unless you made your reader a Githyanki, then you're getting absorbed aswell.
And our boy Minsc... Guys, he wouldn't take you or be evil, alright?
And I'm sorry for all the Minthara lovers out there, but I've failed twice in getting her on my part,y and I honestly have no clue about her. ToT.
Now to our living companions.
Shadowheart turns fully to Shar and returns to her 'cult'. After Act 2, she does want to keep you. So if she manages to take you along with her to her temple, you won't be seeing your mother again.
In fact, Shadowheart and her dear goddess will make sure you don't remember her. Why love a mortal mother when Shar is there for you, just as she was for Shadowheart?
Life under Shar is cold, difficult, and dark. But Shadowheart will make sure you grow up as a great Sharran. Even daring to protect you from the higher-ups.
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Gale, keeping the crown of Karsus, leading him to become a god, is a definitive bad ending for anyone who cares for his character.
And for the y/n in this story, a definitive bad ending. No matter how well you do in sorcery, you cannot beat a god. Cannot escape his twisted worship.
Even as a God, and with a boosted ego, Gale wouldn't be able to see you as a speck, as most gods. He taught you spells and fought alongside you. You're his apprentice at least, though he likes to think of you as his ward.
Gale would keep you securely in his tower in Waterdeep, or anywhere else he'd deemed his godly domain. Lavishing you in all the luxuries a mortal could desire, but you won't get what you want most. Your mother was a subject he wouldn't entertain you on.
He finds she's done a bad job raising you if she hadn't even put out missing person posters by now, which he'd know, now being a god.
But that might just be an excuse... You couldn't check yourself, afterall. You're stuck in a tower... good food, at least.
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Astarion ascending is obviously a huge issue.
Not only is he a truly immortal vampire, but he'd have the power to turn you into his very spawn, too. Whether he keeps you as a teen forever is up for debate, but at that point, he might be that cruel.
True ascended Astarion would only keep you to fulfill his possessive feelings; owning you fully gives the vampire lord a kick, just as it did Cazador. Though for story purposes, let's say he cares a little bit after his ascension.
Obviously, you're never seeing your mother again. If he's feeling particularly cruel, he'll even seek her out to suck her dry just to hold it over your head. The fact that you only have him now has his pride roaring.
If he doesn't do that, then you'll outlive your mother regardless. And being a spawn, going out during the day is impossible. Let alone at night, that's when he's home...
Likely the most abusive pick of all the companions, mostly on an emotional level, he feels too high to stoop so low as to harm you physically, seeing you as a twisted sort of child.
Yeah, no fun there.
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Jaheira and Halsin don't truly have canonically bad endings as far as I know (apologies if I'm wrong). I'm banding them together as druids for now.
If they were to go evil, or more so ballistically protective, they'd take you away after the fight with the Netherbrain. Fully committed to caring for you after such a traumatic adventure, they'd say. And no, you cannot see your mother, just call Jaheira that now, she's used to it.
As their different ways eventually clash, they'd argue over you. They might both be druids, but they don't align the same. They'd wish to split, but there's only one of you.
Jaheira is the best option here, but you'd be stupid if you think you get to pick. Halsins is the crazier of the two, and with some crazy druid tricks, you find yourself far, far away from Baldur's Gate, engulfed in peaceful nature.
Halsin feels at peace here, and he won't be lonely now that he has you. Hope you like the outdoors, he likes bear-ing around. Get it, bear- That's not my word joke, by the way, that's what you'd be stuck with until you die.
Not the worst ending, but definitely not the best either.
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Bonus:
Orin, Ketheric, and Gortash... If they were to win.
Ketheric was sold when he battled with you at Moonrise. So you had your ticket into these three's wicked care from him.
Gortash and Orin would be slower to come around. Don't tell me you ever saw them care about a single child. Gortash even tried blowing several up.
But in the end, with Ketheric's wise words, they'd come around.
This is a weird place to be... under the protection of the three chosen suckers that took over Baldur's Gate.
You could go on and on about the amount of bullshit you'd have to go through there. Gortash, when he finally takes a liking to you, wants you to fit in beside him at Archduke meetings. You need the manners, the pampering, and clothes to fit. Might aswell be a doll.
Which is rather hard to manage when Orin tries to make you into a blood-licking murderer. She hung your maid by the intestines after you said no to her last request to go 'train' with her... Yikes.
Ketheric... poor man that he is, has called you Isobel multiple times now. He's the sweetest of the bunch in a way, but the infantilizationis worse with him. It's not for everyone... but he thinks this is the way to go, and that you're just a poor traumatized kid, thrown into their schemes.
Yeah... have fun, guys.
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(The emperor winning isn't even a bad ending for you because he doesn't give a damn unless I change my mind and will just make you a mindflayer. RIP)
Hope that was a bit good enough! A tad bit short, but it gets the point across, I hope. Personally, I think Gale's bad ending is the most interesting one to write out for this particular AU. Though the main story isn't going for their bad endings. And it likely won't end after Act 3, that's just the canon storyline.
Ok, thank you for your request!!! I love requests even if I'm super slow at responding, like I think about the day and night!!!!
"It sounds really nasty up in there, doesn't it, Y/N?"
Astarion winces as yet another blast sounds from the room outside the fleshy hall you two were in. The vampire had been tasked with keeping you safe and away from the fight against Ketheric Thorm.
Though.. with how he's holding onto you, you'd argue he's a whole lot more frightened than you are...
"We should help them." You huff, trying to pry the vampire's cold hands off of you; they were really chilly, actually.
"Help them? Are you out of your mind? This is a dangerous enemy." Astarion goes on, his voice high to really get his panic across.
"Well what are we gonna do if everyone dies? We can't just leave them to die? We'd be next!" You argue with equal emotion, also hoping to get your point across.
"You- no I'm not agreeing with a kid." Astarion scoffs. His hand latching onto the scruff of your collar to keep you close by.
"Let go, I'm going to get him." You huff, squirming against the restraining hold.
Astarion lets out a 'tsk' at your determined behavior.
"If you think you can outrun an ancient vampire you'd be dead wro-" Astarion started with a sense of fake superiority. That is before you'd channeled a new spell out of pure desperation. With a swift, brand new, cast of Misty Step, you were out of his grasp and bolting into the underground chamber.
You hear Astarion yell after you, giving chase, no doubt. No matter, there would just be more allies to fight this supposed foe with.
You don't even get how Kethric is putting up such a fight, most old men do at a wrong gust of wind... mhh.
Your thoughts were quickly corrected as you spotted the said 'old man' knocking Lae'zel off the strange fleshy platform he was on. His armor gleamed in the icky light of the arena. Or... would this be a basement?
Shadowheart was rushing to cast a healing spell on Lae'zel, Gale was firing magic missiles like a lost man, and Wyll was in the middle of freeing some lady with huge white wings.
It was chaos, all in all.
Halsin spotted you first, seeming furious at your disobedience to the party's orders, though he couldn't catch you as you sprinted by him to slam a spell into Ketheric's face.
The man let out a growl of agitation as your Shocking Grasp hit him. A quick wack of his gauntlet had you flying off the platform in a similar manner to Lae'zel.
You land with a grunt, just knocked against the head enough to hear everyone's call out for you as an echo.
"Ignorant child, turning my own troops against me. You must think you're so special." Ketheric lands beside you with a heavy thud of his armor. The metal sheen an acidic green now due to the pit of strange, dangerously glowing, puss behind him.
You were about to speak up at his mean remark but were stopped as his metal gauntlet grasps your chin.
"And you'd be right. You are." The old elf growls in your face. You really can't tell what message he's trying to get over here. Mixed signals only the gods can decipher.
Karlach dares to throw a swing of her axe right behind Ketheric. Of course, the man grasps her axe with his free hand as if it doesn't even phase him. Unbridled strength on show... You're usually not a fan of showing off but he's really got a way with it.
"Don't you find that cowardly, hellion?" Ketheric spits with disdain, shattering Karlachs axe with his gauntlet (and likely some magic). The metal shards flying all over the place, a slight nick to your cheek included.
You're starting to get a bit concerned that your chins in the same hands as that. Chin explosion... mhh.
Before you could stop imagining such a gruelish sight, your head is thrown to the side, and back onto the floor you went. A harsh kick to the gut tells you that Ketheric hasn't, in fact, gone soft.
The party stops their frozen stuppor at your previous crash and flies back into action. Gale is surprisingly the first to cast and instead of the offensive spell you'd expected of him he pulls you out of Ketherics range with a magic vine.
"Y/N. What were you thinking?!" Gale shouts in worry, helping you up now that you're in his range instead.
"Uh... gotta help you all. You're welcome." You hum with a slight sarcastic undertone.
Gale looks like he wants to smite you, though being a wizard and lacking a melee weapon, that's highly unlikely...
"You stay right back here, young-" Gale starts in a scolding tone, his brown eyebrows furrowed into clear worry and anger. He, however, can't finish his sentence as a green ball of magic shoots out from Ketherics hand, aimed at any close by party member.
You and Gale get tackled by none other than Halsin in bear form as he'd been running up to you regardless.
The bear let's out a loud, worried sounding growl. A large paw holding you down by the chest.
You give a nervous smile, trying to get out from under the wildshaped elf. Though, as expected, your form is little to no match for a damn bear.
You're actively fighting Ketheric Thorm and the sabotage your own party is committing.
Seriously, if they'd just focus on the actual enemy you'd be way safer. Bunch of idiots if you ask me...
A nagging little voice in your head seems to laugh at that, but you ignore it.
Halsin clearly wasn't paying attention to the actual fight as he didn't even look up at Ketherics attempt at a pounce.
The armored elf had aimed for Halsins furry neck.
Obviously, being the sorcerer prodigy (cough cough) that you are, you couldn't let that happen. So, with a spell you didn't even know existed, you pulled a magic sword out of thin air. Or well, wherever all magic come from, Gale hadn't told you yet.
Ketheric had a split moment to register your summon before you blocked his slash with your own, new blade.
The magic metal clattered harshly against his. The weight of such a slash weighed on you heavily, you're quite sure the only thing keeping you standing was adrenaline.
The old elf let out an impressed scoff. You could see a hint of challenge glint in his eyes.
Halsin was about to try and intervene once again, to your utter dismay. Yet... you were surprised by the feel of a gust of strength. The warm sensation rippling through your body and into your very muscle tissue.
A fortifying spell. With a quick glance you can confirm Shadowheart had kept her head in the game and actually played in on the new strategy of you having a blade.
With new strength and resolve you block another swing from Ketheric, your own magic aiding you in your movement.
The metal clattering was starting to hurt your ears but you pushed on, trying to ignore how easily the general was pushing you back with his powerful swings.
You slip along over the gross floors of this cavern, your shoes doing little to help keep you steady and in place.
"You don't think that sword will stay forever, do you?" Ketheric sneers with an undertone of amusement, the crinkles around his eyes become prominent as he flashes a bare teethed smirk.
You don't talk back now, there's little place for it. You need that guy dead and buried.
Seeing a small opening between his swing and your block, you take it. Propelling yourself up with a gust of wind right out of your palm to get an aerial advantage.
The elf is just a moment too late to register your move as your crash your blade down vertically onto the small crevice of his armor that exposes his neck.
Discolored blood splatters over your blade and your face. It stings slightly. Sure enough, this guy's undead, so that's likely a cause.
Ketheric let's out a pained roar. Throwing you away from him with a harsh tug. His gauntlet goes for his wounded nape, his stature going from confident to shaking.
Though that he's still standing says a lot. He isn't some normal elf general, and being undead doesn't explain it either.
You go to brace yourself for whatever might come next right as your magic sword shatters to dust in your hands. The metal fluttering away as mana dust.
Ketheric let's out a pained cough, a new trickle of blood staining his beard.
He throws you a last stare of shock at your unbridled audacity before his facial features distort. Eyes glowing a sickly green.
"Thou dares to strike mine chosen? The chosen of Myrkul?" The gaping glowing hole you're supposed to call Ketehrics mouth echoes the words.
Damn, this unknown entity speaks just like that Withers guy...
The body of Ketheric Thorm twitches for a moment, making his armor clatter.
"It is thy end. Prepare for your passing!" The voice bellows out. A slight hiss to it, reminding you of the large pool of acidic green liquid right in this very chamber.
The connection you make wasn't all that wrong as a magic hand drags Ketherics body into the pit. Green mist pools out of it with menacing magic aura.
Lae'zel was quick to grab you and look you over after your fight with Kethetic, though she has little time to truly assess you as a huge, boney hand emerges from the pit.
The hand is followed by the rest of a skeletal form. You're getting the feeling that this guy is really important...
"... Myrkul..." Shadowheart whispers, seemingly having passed the religion check for once.
The rest gets no time to speak as Myrkuls avatar swings his large scythe, almost cutting you into two equal Y/N pieces. Y and N.
"Everyone get back!" Minthara yells. You're unsure whether she knew about this little detail yet because she looks severely shocked. Never meet your idols, huh?
"I'd say this is a good time to leave, wouldn't you, darling?" Astarion tried to persuade you, as if his nicknames ever worked.
The skeletal being roars, blasting another spell your way. Clearly it's mad at you specifically, which obviously means you should be the one to end it. Heh, duh.
"Do not." Minthara holds you back by the shoulder, her grip like iron, likely due to her gauntlets.
Her message is clear, you shouldn't do this alone. And she wouldn't let you either.
Fine then. Together it was.
With a quick snatch you grab Astarions bow right off of his back and charge up a shot. Infusing the arrow with a bolt of light magic, in hopes that it does something to a clearly dark looking being.
The arrow bolts right into the eye hole of its skull, making the God raor out in anger. His skeletal hand ripping it from his socket.
It tries to snatch you right off of the ground but you jump out of the way, Lae'zel hacks off a finger with ease. This beast may have size and power but it lacks the speed that made Ketheric an actually fearful foe.
The rest seems to have a similar thought process as they start fighting. Gale throws a hail storm which you worsen by throwing in a blade storm.
This time the skeletal hand does manage to wack you, but you manage to hand onto its joint.
With a sudden confidence, you summon yet another blade. Can't be overused if it's the second time, right?
As the avatar of Myrkul swings you around to try and get you off of its hand, you use the momentum to jump onto its hooded skull.
Jabbing the sword into its eye proves ineffective, though it just has to look epic.
You hang onto the swords hilt instead since it's stuck in it's head, your other hand letting out a shocking grasp into the other socket.
The next roar sounds really pissed...
With a crack, Karlach seems to have broken one of its bones. Perhaps not so smart, to be made out of a breakable material alone...
Shadowheart suddenly pulls out a strange glowing mace, the light casting quite far.
At the same moment, you hear a rip and a harsh flap.
A gust of wind whooshes past you, a feather landing right on your nose.
It seems Wyll had managed to get to the winged woman. Her own battle roar matches Myrkuls in intensity.
Youre swooped off of the skull in a flash of white and silver.
You're not even able to catch her look before she drops you onto the floor to roll back to the rest.
You sit up with a slight dizzy afterfeeling of that swift rescue, just to see Shadowheart charge up some insane beam of light right as the aasimar prepares a divine smite.
You don't know where this coordination is coming from because she sure as all hells doesn't do this with the party...
A blinding beam of light leaves the glowing mace right as the aasimar chants her smite.
Myrkuls avatar roars out loud as the two heavy attacks land on him without possible defense.
The lightshow was truly spectacular but did it actually work?
The smoke and golden residue simmer away to show a clearly busted skeleton being. It's bones charred, bruised or broken.
Not dead... but almost.
You were wishing to go for the finishing blast but the avatar falls apart and drops Ketherics half dead undead body back onto the platform with a weak splat.
His form looking less intimidating now that he's bloody, bruised and broken...
...
Rejected by his God for failing.
...
The gods were always cruel.
wellllll.... I mean... it's a part. Yea. I don't really know.
Im planning to keep Ketheric alive for obv more Plat!Yan reasons, but I mean, I could just kill him if anyone likes that more.
Also I got into game design! So yea no free time once again but it's way more fun! If anyone knows any good C# tutorials do spill.
Anyways have a nice day/night and I'll see you next time!
Ya'll, I apologize for disappearing a lot. School was eating me alive, and I've been struggling to decide whether this education is really what I want in life (It isn't).
So I've now quit this bachelor's degree and am trying to either step over to the new one I wish to do or finish this year with a lot more leisure, depending on the school's answer (It's with an entrance exam, so I'm super late).
But yeah, might be able to write more for now, unless I do magically get accepted now, then I have a lot to catch up on. Sigh </3
I'm making Y/N fight Ketheric in the next chapter as compensation :3
What if Bb3 reader actually used to be a Druid, but realized they could get more powers quicker as a sorcerer? Bonus points if they could turn into a bear, although the personality is more of a Racoon
My bad for answering so late! Uni is a buzzkill. Anyway, thank you for your request!!! <3
Headcanon for past druid Y/N from my Bg3 story!
Y/N, holding quite a lot of magical prowess, was a mystery to the party.
Gale and Shadowheart tended to question how you, a mere teen sorcerer, had learned such skill, such mana-wielding.
What they didn't know was that you had quite some experience with magic, having been born a gifted druid. The time you spent as a child playing outside had honed your skills.
Though you'd long abandoned the wildshaping and playing around with plants, it was still part of you. Sorcery was just that much more fun. As it held more power and opportunity.
Ironically, the first one to figure out you had an affinity with nature and therefore the Oakfather would be Shadowheart. She's rather sceptical, perhaps questioning you after you'd healed a party member with a spell beyond your sorcerer spellbook.
It was strange, after all. Were you a cleric, like her? Surely not, you haven't shown an ounce of devotion to any god out there.
You'd reluctantly acknowledge your past as a druid, or a fledgling one.
Now both you and Shadowheart know that this info should not get out to a certain someone.
Unfortunately, Halsin has his way.
Halsin and Jaheira sit you down later that evening to discuss your past abilities. If they're still present, all that.
Being the good kid you are, and wanting to get out of this fast so you could go back to Astarion teaching you how to pickpocket, you spill as soon as they ask.
An admittance to the ability to wild shape, some root manipulation, and healing powers.
Jaheira looks a tad bit proud, having raised some druids herself, she's rather amazed you'd achieved that as a kid.
A slight bond goes between you three now, of course, connected by nature. It's no joke.
Halsin, of course, is a different case. Simply, the words wildshape get too much to his head. He could already imagine you two running around through the woods and away from the rest, so he could finally take care of you himself. Of course, the tadpole shatters such a fantasy.
In the following days, the large elf takes you with him to teach you about the Oakfather. He considers it bonding. You consider it torture.
He's tried coaxing you into wildshape, promising fun playing. How old does he think you are?
When his insistent nagging does get to you, you reluctantly oblige, taking the form of a raccoon, you'd done so as a child, it's what you found comfortable.
Halsin goes on to teach you a bear wildshape. Why wouldn't he? He already considers you as a cub.
He's obviously ecstatic when you do manage it. Being able to give in to his more animal-like way of taking care of you. Such as cleaning your fur or hunting together.
You honestly don't care that much as long as he shuts up about the Oakfather.
The rest of the party honestly doesn't have a strong reaction to you having druid abilities. Though Gale has asked you to shift into a cat...
With your abilities revealed, you were now expected to heal the party more and stay further behind. Which sucked a lot for your more adventurous persona...
(Halsins booking it with you when that Tadpole's gone, woops)
Uuuuuhhh, yikes! Hope that was somewhat acceptable as an answer, I sort of forgot how to write during exams! Also, I'm currently way too awake to look at anything Halsin would do and not cringe. Dude's gone off the rails, get him away from me.
Okay cool! Thank you for your request! Have a nice day/night!!!
Y'all, the worst has happened. I wanted to continue my bg3 save for inspo on my fanfic but (I play mods) I couldn't see any of the spell/actions in my hotbar.
So obviously, I try to fix it. Reddit says to remove all UI mods. did that. Nothing. New save. Nope. Reddit says remove Pat7_hotfix whatever from the files. I don't have that. New unmodded save. Nothing!
I don't know what to do! I can't play like this, and I don't know the story off the top of my head. Someone, please help!!!
