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thank you for the tag @rubyeyebabybat & @inkymoonbunny !!! it's been awhile since i've played these games; it reminds me of why i love this fandom <3 and i loved both of your lines. tonight was the first time i've written since the last chapter drop, so this is the longest i've gone without writing! it was nice to get back into it, even if all that's coming out are the most disgusting and sappy feelings of Effy being so gone for Astarion i might puke my whole soul out. also this is more than one line so i'm a tiny bit cheating but ya.

Thank you for the tag @spillingteanotpermitted 🤗

Sorry for the delay ✨😤💖 I've been hosting a bg3 event on Instagram and it's been taking up a lot of my free time.

Visiting the enchanted creatures did make me feel much better and I pretty much pushed the magic mirror trauma to the back of my mind. Now, it’s time to head home and get to our little ones, so we all board the carriage and prepare for a fun journey back to the castle. As we get inside, the elf Knighton from the food stand waves at Fanden with a flirtatious smile painted on his face. Kairon, Therran, and I shift our eyes back and forth between the two, completely confused about what’s happening right now. 

“Uh, Fanden? What’s that all about?” Therran asks with a raised eyebrow and a voice raised with suspicion. Fanden chuckles and leans back into the seat. 

“I literally can’t tell you, I’m just as confused as you. He seemed to want to talk to me for quite a while, but I told him I’m spending time with my family.” 

“And that you have a husband and baby at home, right?” I ask my brother with the intent of jesting, and in response Fanden rolls his eyes and nods. Okay, okay, he’s telling the truth. “Just checking.” 

I curl tight against Kairon, burying my face into the crook of his shoulder as a wave of absolute exhaustion takes hold. Without my permission, my eyelids grow impossibly heavy, sliding shut as I’m instantly pulled under into a deep, dreamless sleep. Ah, sleep—you unexpected little visitor. Despite that one chaotic little mishap in the mirror halls, it had been a brilliant day, and I had savored every single second of it. Yet beneath the joy, a familiar ache tugs at me; I miss my babies deeply, and my chest is becoming ridiculously, painfully engorged. We easily could have stayed out longer, but the primal need to nurse before I completely explode has cut our excursion short.

After what feels like mere minutes, the sensation of a gentle hand shaking my shoulder coaxes me back to consciousness, accompanied by a low, amused chuckle vibrating nearby. I drag my head up from Kairon’s cozy shoulder, blinking blearily, only to realize a thin, traitorous string of drool has snuck its way out the corner of my mouth. Ewwww. 

"Honey, wake up. We made it home," Kairon murmurs softly. His thumb brushes a few stray strands of hair away from my face while my sleepy eyes try to make sense of our surroundings.

Across the carriage, Fanden and Therran are grinning. I can practically feel the vibrant urge radiating off one of them to poke fun at me for looking like a creature risen from the dead.

"Mmm..." I groan, still half-asleep.

Therran rolls his eyes with affectionate exasperation. Before I can protest, he swoops in and gathers me up into his arms, lifting me effortlessly from the seat. He proceeds to carry me out of the carriage as if I were a delicate princess. It’s at that exact moment, suspended in the cool evening air, that reality finally clicks into place: my father is now a King. I really am the princess I always dreamed of being. Holy shit. "Thank you, big brother," I mumble, resting my head against him.

Fanden and Kairon follow closely on our heels. The moment Therran gently sets me back down on my feet, the heavy castle doors groan open, and my parents step out into the courtyard. My mother is holding Jenevelle, whose little face lights up with sheer excitement the second she spots me. Beside her stands my father, holding Aelric securely in a soft baby wrap strapped tight against his torso. It is still the most surreal, mind-boggling sight to see Lord Enver Gortash—yes, I can actually call him a Lord now—rocking a tiny newborn.

Before I can step forward, Fanden leans in, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to the side of my head. "Thank you for hanging out with us, baby sister," he says softly.

I watch with a warm heart as he trots eagerly across the manicured lawn toward the large white garden swing. Halsin is seated there, cradling baby Onyx with an overwhelming amount of delicacy and loving care. Fanden slides onto the swing beside his husband, letting out a contented sigh as he rests his head heavily on the elf’s broad shoulder.

“Emmy, Kairon! I hope you all had fun at the festival?” My mother asks with such a loving voice, her honey eyes shimmering as the sun greets her face. Jenevelle kicks her feet as she hands her over to me, and she begins to nuzzle her face towards my chest as if she’s dying for milk. My father unwraps Aelric and gently hands him over to my husband. I decided not to mention the magic mirror room, for I’d rather not live that traumatizing experience within the last mirror, though the other ones before it were a lot of fun. 

“We did! I actually played on my lute…which I just realized I left at the festival. Damn it.” I sigh as I lean my head back, until I remember I have plans to go back tomorrow. “I’m sure the man will hold onto it for me. And how were the babies?” 

“Wonderful as always, though I bet you can tell Jenevelle is wanting your milk, darling. Aelric just had his bottle. Your father and I are going to start cooking a wonderful dinner here shortly, so you just go inside and take it easy. Oh, Ther-bear, Karlach has been viciously vomiting. You may want to go check on her, that morning sickness is rough on her.” I notice Therran’s eyes widen with worry, and in response to our mother’s words, he nods and quickly bolts inside without saying another word. Ah, his fatherly instincts are already kicking in, and it’s rather adorable. Kairon and I exchange a kind look with one another, one filled with warmth and love. 

“Shall we go inside and lie down with one another, my love? A nice moment of relaxation before we indulge in the most delicious dinner? Also, our Jennie girl is getting a little impatient for some milk,” Kairon suggests sweetly, his arm holding Aelric securely against his chest. Without skipping a beat, I bounce up and down on my toes, then eagerly proceed to skip ahead with Jenevelle close to my chest. A light laugh escaping Kairon’s lips can be heard behind me. 

“Wait up, my love!” 

It isn’t long before Kairon and I find ourselves in our bedroom, lying cozily on the bed with our babies in our arms. It’s so quiet, yet I wouldn’t exchange this moment for anything else in the world.  I lift my shirt so Jenevelle can feed, her feet kicking from excitement as she nurses. The sound of her suckling milk breaks the silence. Aelric, still cradled in Kairon’s arm, yawns and begins to suck on his fist just a little, his little tail flickering and tapping his daddy’s arm. 

“Whoa Jenevelle, you really were hungry,” I tease, watching her with pure amusement in my eyes. Kairon is trying to contain his laughs, clearly entertained by our daughter’s eagerness. Jenevelle continues to kick her tiny legs as she feeds, and for a moment she unlatches, looking up at me with her mismatched eyes. 

“GA!” she coos energetically, then latches back on without a second of hesitation. I lean my head back, laughing hysterically at her adorable antics. 

“She reminds me so much of you,” Kairon tells me, his voice soft as he continues to watch us. “Her energy…she’s just so funny. And beautiful like you too, of course.” 

“You’re going to make me blush, Kai,” I whisper, shifting my gaze down at our only son who appears to be asleep. “I’ll put him down in the bassinet, if you want to hold your rascal of a daughter. I think she missed you.” I remove Jenevelle from my breast and hand her over to Kairon, while he hands Aelric over to me. My son still smells so new. I tenderly stroke his icy pale cheek with my thumb and admire his sweet face for just a moment longer, taking in every second before a rapid growth that I’m sure is just right around the corner. 

I gingerly lower Aelric into the bassinet resting right beside our bed, leaning back just a smidge to watch the gentle, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. He doesn’t move a single muscle; the poor, sweet baby boy is entirely exhausted from the day's excitement.

Turning around, I find Kairon lying next to me with Jenevelle sprawled across his chest. She is in full wiggle-mode, determinedly scooting her way upward to plant her tiny bottom directly in his face. The ridiculous sight coaxes a bright, breathless laugh out of him; but when I say it's brief, I mean it lasts for only a fraction of a second.

Suddenly, Jenevelle lets out a strained, heavy grunt. Before my husband can even react to relocate her, she soils her diaper with such sudden, echoing intensity that we both freeze in sheer terror. The intense force of it practically rattles the headboard. Kairon’s face immediately scrunches up in a mixture of disgust and defeat. He lifts her up at arm's length, staring at our immortal, forever-four-month-old infant with a look of pure, unadulterated horror.

“I think it’s safe to say she needs changed,” Kairon mutters, clearing his throat as the unmistakable aroma hits the air. He glances over at me, his expression softening despite the biological hazard in his hands. “Honey, you stay in bed and rest. I’ll be right back with a fresh, clean little tiefling girl. When I’m finished, we can finally enjoy some quiet time under the blankets.”

I snuggle under the comforter, left alone with my own thoughts temporarily; and, unfortunately, all I can think about are the horrors of the magic mirror room. I want to think about the funny moments, where I watched Fanden and Therran in their baby form, or the seven-year-old version of me picking flowers with Kairon. No, I’m visualizing the version of myself if I was still mortal… Old, outliving my brothers, my husband, and my own children. Thinking about which flowers I’d be placing on their graves. 

“No, no, no,” I murmur, wiping a tear escaping my eye with my sleeve. “Stop it, Emmy.” I plop my head on the pillow, trying to block out the images that are playing over and over in my head. Was it Therran that liked the chrysanthemums? Or was it Fanden? I can still hear the voice in my head. I leverage myself out of bed and open the door to the hallway, smelling the delicious scent of roast coming from the kitchen all the way downstairs. Karlach comes walking towards me from around the corner of the hallway, with Therran on her flank, and she immediately notices the look on my face that I tried to hide. 

“Whoa, Emmy. Is everything alright?” 

“I should be asking you that,” I reply playfully, flashing her a smirk. “Mother mentioned you were throwing up violently.”

“Yeah, pregnancy is most certainly not a walk in the park, but I’ll be fine. Tomorrow we start decorating the nursery, and it’s just feeling way too real!” Therran wraps his left arm around her waist, while his right hand touches her belly. “Though your brother won’t let me help because he doesn’t want me getting hurt. Nerd.” 

I wipe a tear from my eye with my sleeve while I manage to smile at the sweetness being shown off in front of me. Therran doesn’t believe for a second I’m alright. His expression quickly shifts from overly-excited and glowing with joy, to very concerned as he moves his gaze from his unborn baby to my own facial expression.

“Emmy, you look –”

“Therran, I’m alright. Don’t worry about me.” He leans back against the wall and crosses his arms, studying me in silence as he waits for me to say another word. “Ther.”

“The mirror situation is bothering you, isn’t it?”

“I’d rather relive the embarrassment of when Neeve turned me into a baby.”

“That bad, huh?” Therran opens his arms, encouraging me to lean in for a hug; one of those that make you feel safe, where every racing thought fades into dust. I take a step forward and fall directly into his embrace, where he holds me so close that it would take more than a metal crowbar to tear us apart. He rubs my back gently as he places his head on my own. “Shhh, baby. It’s okay.” 

“I know. I keep telling myself it wasn’t real. Kairon went to change Jenevelle, and of course being alone with my thoughts was very dangerous.”

“Well, Emmy, you’re stuck with us until the end of time. And I will not apologize for being here with you as long as it allows,” Karlach mentions, placing a hand on my head and scruffing up my thick brown hair. I smile, still snuggled in Therran’s hold.  The door to Jenevelle’s bedroom door creaks open, and out comes Kairon with our giggly infant in his arms. He must have heard every word, because he looks…a little sad. 

“Honey, I didn’t realize it was still bothering you. Do you want to talk about it?” With a smile, I shake my head and release myself from my brother’s hold. 

“No. I just want to spend time with all of you. That’s all. Shall we go downstairs? It smells like dinner is almost finished.” Karlach links her arm with mine, and with a smile painted on her face, she chants enthusiastically, “To the dinner table! Let’s get STUFFED.”

thank you for the tag @bloodjune ❤️ I haven't seen one of these going around in a while!

as always, I'm gonna cheat and do more than one line. so here is a bit of hungover Astarion:

The lovely @goodgirlgonebard tagged me in this, so thank you! And the rules are simple, just gender-bend your favorite OCs!

It was quite a fun little game to do, though I will admit that the current heat wave curbed my enthusiasm to sit at my computer and play around for hours (especially taking VP), so this is far from all of my OCs.

Either way, I definitely wanted to chuck my two drow ladies, Maleane and Thoriel, into the CC blender, and then figured it would be fun to make Arthorius into a lovely lady. Oh, Giltine was a special little treat for myself 🤭

Maleane

Thoriel

Thank you so much for tagging me @verbenaa, @inkymoonbunny, @bloodjune and @shandoratheexplorer! Loved reading your WIPs! 💖

I'm done with exams🎉 and broke up with my bf😭 . So... your know. Last week was eventful. On the bright side, I definitely have more time to write fic now! Making progress on 'Feeling Darling' (Astarion x Female Reader smutty Part 2 of 'Fangs and Cheeks'), so here's a little snippet!

“Gith, I do not usually repeat myself. Although perhaps I should make an exception for a creature from another plane," Minthara’s voice cut through the air, icy and unyielding. "I am going to bed the wizard tonight. It is an honour. And he is most eager and willing.”

“I am also not in the habit of repeating myself," Lae’zel shot back. "But as you are clearly hard of hearing, know this! I wish to have him, and I do not share. Find another to warm your bedroll.”

You blinked owlishly, frozen in the doorway as you watched the two of them bicker. Your gaze slowly drifted over to Gale. You weren’t entirely sure when or how he had managed to become the central object of desire for two of the most dangerous women in Faerûn. Honestly, it didn't look like Gale had the answer either.

Thank you for the tag @rdekarios !!

okay I'm finally writing again. I was going to post the rest of this chapter buuuut it's pretty smutty 😂

It's not posted on AO3 yet! But you can find the other chapters on there 💖 -> Song-Hexed

We all gather around the dinner table for a delicious meal. I’m sitting in between my Kairon and Therran, staring mindlessly at the delicious glazed pheasant roast in front of me at the table. My father lifts up his chalice as he stands up, the gold crown occupying the top of his head. His raven black hair is slicked back, making him look extra elegant and noble. As I sit here and lock my attention onto him, I can’t help but wonder if we’d all be here today if he was never a tyrant. I know he isn’t anymore, but where would we be if his life growing up was totally different? What if Zephrine told my father about her pregnancy with my brothers? What if my parents originally stayed together and never split up? My mind is spinning with questions. 

“...To new beginnings,” Enver says. “And…to every single individual in this room. To my children for not giving up on me, for giving me a chance after everything that’s happened in the past. Allowing me to prove myself, to be your father, and joining me in this extraordinary life. I could never go back to Bane…” He shakes his head and looks down at his chalice, a strong wave of regret painted over his rugged face. My mother stands up and raises her wine glass. 

“To a unique and unexpected life where we won’t have to worry about losing each other,” she adds, looking all around the room with a glowing smile. To myself, I’m thinking “Except Aelric…” But I didn’t want to bring in any sort of negativity to an evening that’s supposed to be full of life and love. I decide to stand up and hold my glass, with every pair of eyes looking directly at me curiously. 

“And to amazing brothers that I never expected to have. Twenty-four years ago, I never would’ve seen my life…here. I never thought in a million years that I’d have protectors like Fanden and Therran, who are not only my brothers but my best friends.” Fanden and Therran both turn to look at one another with a knowing gaze, smiles on their faces and wide eyes that indicate their unconditional love for me. Then, their eyes shift back to me. “Fanden is such a wonderful father to Onyx. No matter what circumstances have crossed his path, he has conquered every single one like the badass I know he is. Therran, you’re going to be such a wonderful dad and I can’t wait to meet the little version of you and Karlach.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath, then sit back down in my seat, feeling the nervousness unknot itself within my chest. 

“We love you, sweet baby. So very much,” Fanden says with a sweet tone, hot tears forming in his eyes. Halsin wraps his arm around my brother’s shoulders protectively, rubbing his upper arm with such tender love and protection. Therran raises his own glass, his autumn eyes bright under the chandelier candlelight.  

Without hesitating, a wide smile grows on his face and he chants, “To us!” And in response, every single person in this room raises theirs in response. “TO US!” 

Thank you for the tag @unovafarm ! 😆

This is GREAT!!! Here's the exchange between Emmy and Kairon. 😆

Tagging @denesmera @loserscardigan @spillingteanotpermitted @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream @rdekarios @glitterandmoondustofficial @falcatas

The link is here 🫶🏻

I finally decided to finish this chapter and posted it on AO3. However, I am not posting the smut portion of it on here, so go to Song-Hexed to read it!💓

And then…we collapse on the bed. Our naked bodies intertwine as we close our eyes, yet we’re very much still awake. 

“Gods, I needed that,” Kairon murmurs, his chest rising and falling slowly as my head lays upon it. “You are perfect every single time, my shining star.” 

“Well, you’re the one who leaves me begging for more. I can’t get enough of you, professor Gehenna.” He lifts himself up for a moment, then adjusts his body to where he’s lying on his side to look at me. Something is on his mind. I lie on my side and shift my gaze to him, my eyes curious as I wait for him to speak. “Kai, honey?”

“Earlier when I had to change Jenevelle, and you were talking with Therran and Karlach… Well, your father had approached me. He came up from the other stairway. He asked if I love working at the academy. I told him I do, though I hate missing out on Aelric’s life at times since he’s mortal unlike the rest of us. But teaching was always my dream as a kid.” Kairon clears his throat; I know there’s more. He’s just unsure how to say it. I place my hand within his and stroke his knuckles with my thumb. 

“There’s more, isn’t there?”

“He asked me if teaching is getting repetitive. Tedious. Which also led to a follow up question: do I want to do this until the end of time? When I could be with my family every day and find excitement? Every day is something new with us. Emmy, should I quit working at Blackstaff?”

When Kairon and I were kids, I knew he always wanted to work at Blackstaff. The day I met him, when we were six, he was already so very talented with his magic and was determined to help others master theirs. However, the same routines, the same lessons, every single day until the end of time…definitely a downside to immortality. 

“Kairon, that’s for you to decide. My love, I will support you no matter what. Do what you feel is right for you. Do you feel burnt out with teaching?” Kairon releases another heavy sigh, but then he nods. I didn’t expect that.

“I do. And being here with everyone I care about, I never feel burnt out. Never tired. There’s so much to explore still, so much to do. When I’m teaching after all these years, it almost makes me feel dull.” I cusp his cheek with my hand, and at that very second, our eyes meet. The wide smile on my face that nearly causes my cheeks to stiffen is apparently so contagious, he smiles back at me. 

“Then I’m with you all the way. I’ll admit, I’m excited to have you with us at home. Between me, my brothers, the children… What an exciting eternity we’ll have.”

And then, the candlelit romance in the bedroom turned into a dark night of comfort, where I’m snuggled lovingly in his embrace.

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ⛈️🪻💜

This took me much longer than I expected, but it was a lot of fun to do! I saw this template a while back and last night felt like making it for my beloved Mal.

I thought it could be a fun little thing to do with OCs as a tag game here!

What can she say? She wants to be like her big brothers. 🤪 Art is by Avanciia on IG 💖