Come in from the deep waters. Come to where the sun shines right through to the sand.
They are mutable. They are water. They can follow the tide away from this place or they can murmur can I kiss you? in some half hope no one can hear.
And then–
A pair of lips–
Too hot, like cider on snow chapped lips. Dry like thin air and just as dizzy. So bashful they can feel the brush of scars on their cheeks. Too practiced. Not practiced enough. Hesitant until the tide comes in and they are swept up together.
Kiss me. Questions and demands and desperations. It’s in all of them now.
Read if you: are a tadypolycule truther or you think the scientists in Annihilation could have gotten a whole lot freakier.
Uneasy is the Head (E, 7.8k, Unrequited Shadowheart/Nocturne, Shadowheart/Gale)
Concerning: Scourge, Silhouette, Signet, Satin, Sunrise, and Solarflare – Select Correspondence from the Desk of Mother Superior Shadowheart.
Carve through the virgin parchment. Up, curve, flick, bleed. Every ‘S’ was a billowing black sail, blotted through the leatherbound dossier. Every name leveled a target on her back. Tonight, she pressed her quill in deep enough to scar.
Shadowheart was no fool.
She knew the hatchet was buried in a shallow grave.
Read if you like: post-canon, Mother Superior Shadowheart gaslight gatekeep girlbossing her way to insanity
Highwaywoman (E, 8.9k words, Gale/Jaheira)
In another life, Jaheira met Gale in the woods outside Waterdeep. She was silver haired, still, but he was the arrogant graduate of his youth. In the fantasy, she had far worse intentions. Her swords would prickle against his fresh-shaved face. Her vines– Gods, those vines, he remembered them still– would tie him tight and prickle through his fine silks. “Scared of your own blood, Dekarios?” She’d tease, tucking the swordpoint under his chin. “Oh, poor thing. Of course you are, you’re only a cub.”
Read if you like: dangerkink Dekarios x that scene where Jaheira ties you up in vines.
My Echo, My Shadow, and Me (4.2k words, M, Gen Shadowheart with a hint of Nocturne pining)
The terminal monitor swings, filling Shadowheart's vision with the gentle chyron of Mother Mainframe. Upon the screen she is two perfect lips and a gaze covered by a fluffy eyemask. There’s a fetching pair of eyes embroidered upon its silk: lined dark, full-lashed and painted deep purple. They stare out with a knowing gaze while Mother, ever-working through each vein of their Vault, slumbers softly beneath.
The face soon fades. For a moment, she is alone in the false moonlight of the medbay, before the ominous tick-tack of text spills out in stark green.
>Hello, citizen SHADOWHEART. Welcome to your Vault-Tech Certified Check-Up! Don't recall the last one? Congratulations– it worked!
Read if you like: Fallout AUs! The House of Grief as a weird Vault experiment.
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Lie Fallow (E, 12.8k, Astarion/Gale)
It was the word that caught Gale’s journalistic curiosity first. Fallow. In the strictest sense of things, it was a farming technique. Mostly lost to the ever-spinning cogs of their modern world, it was biblical in its simplicity. Farmer’s fields lay barren as autumn turned to spring and then summer, so that beneath them the earth would churn with new life. It was the soil’s breath between seasons.
Astarion was the story of a lifetime.
Read if you like: Pacific northwest horror, 1970s cults, small town mysteries, mulletstarion and uh... figging.
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On Poisoning a Cherry (E, 16.5k, Astarion/Gale)
It feels a little ritualistic as Astarion taps fresh grounds into the smooth wooden pipe for Gale. For he’s never lit a candle and prayed proper, you see, but he thinks the crackle and cherry glow of a pipe under Gale’s fluttering eyes is as good an altar as any. And as he breathes in, Astarion mirrors him. The smell would be overpowering were it not for the wafting sweet panic in Gale’s blood as he chokes himself out so… willingly.
Or: Astarion can’t get high, but that insufferable wizard can. And watching can be just as fun.
Read if you like: 16k words of getting that wizard STUPID.
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Warding Bond (E, 1.9k, Astarion/Gale + Shadowheart)
Shadowheart doesn’t see it but she hears it: the sudden sip of breath that comes right before a kiss. A muffled gasp that melts into pleasure. Then, two lungs in tune with each other, sharing space, sharing breath. She presses her gauntlets to her lips and feels their steel warm to her skin.
Lady of Sorrows guide her... had she ever been kissed like that?
Shadowheart watches something she shouldn't.
Read if you like: Voyeur Shart, Failgirls, the shads disapproves glitch, or fujoing out in the gauntlet of Shar
Homophrosyne (M, 4.4k, Minthara/Jaheira)
When the Captain bowed it was by law alone. It was simply a to do, a reverence between Gods and men and Jaheira of Tethyr: the old druid in between. She could see the hard-cut cleverness in the sailor's eyes the moment she stood and shook the salt from her hair. She meant no deference. Tacit and cunning, this Minthara only knelt so she might slice at an enemy’s heel.
Jaheira and Minthara, on the island on Tethyr. A loose Odyssey-inspired tale with a sapphic twist.
Read if you like: Old lady yuri, Minthara's goblin army getting turned into pigs.
Doorway Effect (2.5k, E, Minthara/Shadowheart)
Shadowheart’s memories are bookmarked by thresholds. A tavern door, a shuddering cathedral, a ladder to a light unknown. Minthara’s tent is no different. She knows, she knows, if she steps into this pixie ring she will awaken the parts of herself she’s so carefully locked away.
And yet the drow's command echoes all the same: You will come to me, Shadowheart, when you find yourself in need of a key.
Shadowheart, Sharran chastity, and Minthara's "fuck the gods" mentality.
Read if: You think about Minthara's "debutante or deviant" to Shadowheart line more often than you probably should.
Come Home, Cub (3.6k, E, Geraldus/Jaheira)
Go home to your mother, boy.
The words rattle between Geraldus’ ears, colouring the tips of them a terrible pink. Gods, he would have begged her like a dog to stay if she had only let him. If she hadn’t turned on her heel and left with that world-weary look on her face. He still would
Geraldus fantasizes about mommy Jaheira. That's it that's the fic.
Read if: you also saw that sopping wet cat of a Harper and needed to see him even more pathetic than he is in canon.
Last Glimpse of the Topsail (8.8k, E, Gale/Shadowheart)
She can feel it– the ebb and flow. The thread that joins them is a braided harbour rope going taut and slack with the tide. Shadowheart breathes it in and can feel Gale take her exhale in turn.
Or: Inappropriate use of Zone of Truth, cast by one lovesick cleric upon one terribly lovesick wizard.
Read if you like: Friends to lovers, resolved sexual tension, matching each others freak, ASMR: goth gf hypnotizes you to confess all your slutty secrets (romantic)
Four of Swords (3.6k, E, Astarion/Gale + Gale/Shadowheart + Minthara/Gale)
Kept, a rational voice in Gale's mind would remind him when they pressed gifts into his hands. You are a kept man in a devil's tower, nothing more.
But it’s Shadowheart that helps him dredge the Chionthar. It’s Minthara who pulls the crown from the deepwater muck. And it’s Astarion who places it upon his head.
Another gift. No. A reward.
A corruption arc in 3k words, Gale finds himself less of an ally and more of a kept pet wizard to Ascended Astarion, Dark Justiciar Shadowheart, and...lbh just regular Minthara.
Read if you like: Corruption via praise, fancy robes, and unlimited spell scrolls, magic collars, calling dibs on the wizard.
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Eclipse (3.2k, E, Gale/Shadowheart)
There will always be the dark of Shadowheart, lurking just beneath the waterfall of his wife’s soft white curls. Gale sees her in the firm hand of the wolf tamer at the edge of the forest and in the quiet whispers of 'is this too much' when she sees him in pain.
But on occasion– when the animals are fed, the roses tended, and some kinder deities than the echoes of their pasts smiles upon them– there is an eclipse.
Gale and Shadowheart partaking in some simulacrum shenanigans (a threesome with both versions of his wife)
Read if you like: The world's most romantic painplay, bratting so your wife's alter ego steps on you, married life between two people with 9th level spells.
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Netherese Duality Series (9.2k, E, Gale/Gale's Netherese Orb)
Gale is used to catching the eyes of the otherworldly. Whatever follows him now offers no such comforts.
There are nights he feels eyes heavy on his back in the dark of his study, only to turn and find himself alone. And there are mornings, still, when shadows pass over the candle by his bed the moment he wakes– as if some presence had been watching him from his bedside.
Isolated in his tower, Gale is less alone than he thinks.
Read if: You think Jekyll & Hyde takes could be a whole lot more horny, "that man got 1000 times hotter when his life fell apart", the idea of an interdimensional being talking Gale through it.
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Game Theory (19.5k, Astarion/Gale/Enver Gortash)
To Gale, working with Gortash is a bitter pill he must swallow, but one he can chase with the sweetness of the Crown in his capable hands.
To Astarion, it’s pure hedonism and power. It’s a section of the city in the palm of a pair of new gauntlets. It’s blood from a populace who will never tell him no again, and it's Gale at his feet.
But the aloof housecat often thinks itself a ruler on high over the loyal pup, even when they both wear the master's collar and eat his of scraps. Enver has come to enjoy their meals together.
Read if you like: the evil throuple from hell, Gale 'rip to everyone who died of hubris but I'm better' Dekarios, kept pet wizards, psychosexual 4D chess
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Perfect Bound (4.5k, E, Astarion/Gale)
“Whatever happened here?” Astarion teases, coming face to face with Gale. He makes a show of looking him up and down, one slender finger against his own lips in faux concern.
Gale makes a growl of annoyance around his gag. He gives one pointed tug to his bound wrists and flicks his eyes upwards as if to say is it not obvious?
“Trapped? Oh, but that can’t be it. Astarion says, mouth dropping open as if he’s just noticed the binds. “I seem to recall you saying you had everything quite in hand.”
My first Bloodweave 1 shot! A classic dangerkink Dekarios take in which Gale gets a little tied up and Astarion is there to help.
Read if: You like your bloodweave with a thread of pred/prey or you like seeing wizard hubris punished (in a sexy way)
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Typecasting (19k, E, Gale/Shadowheart/Tav)
"You see, the problem about writing on drow society is one often does not make it up from the Underdark to hand pages to publisher. Of course there are many…less researched volumes. Of hapless men and leather-clad matrons. But I told Shadowheart I would be a gentleman, so that is all I will say on the more sordid parts of my education. You’ve nothing to fear.”
Stuck in the underdark with a drow city before them and freedom, Shadowheart & Tav keep Gale as a fake prisoner to keep their cover.
Read if: You're a 'Gale has an erotica collection' truther, you like strong ladies and puppy-eyed men, the dynamic of 'dom teaching dom with one eager to please sub, slightly convoluted reasons to !!leash and collar that wizard!!
Ongoing
En Prise (93k, E, Astarion/Gale)
“Together, then.” Gale says, eyes flicking down to the dagger. “As a show of good faith. We sate our damned appetites together.”
“Shall we toast to it too? Drink of each other’s cups like smitten newlyweds?” Astarion finds his charms again as he licks a brazen stripe up his neck. It’s a worthy distraction for those nimble hands to press the dagger against his chest. Not threatening, not yet at least. No– with the flat of the blade against his mark, Gale sees it as the offering it’s meant to be.
A semi canon-compliant fic in which a deal to keep each other fed leads Gale and Astarion to dark curiosity, codependence, and romantic evenings of scheming and murder.
Read if you like: Consensual but not safe or sane, a "this better not awaken anything in me" taglist, unabashed and gleeful toxic yaoi, making each other WAY WORSE.
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ingi ferroque (20k, M, Astarion/Gale)
Two eyes, dark and shiny as sea glass, bulge and blink as Gale brings the knife to the offering’s throat. The battle rages on and the babe bleeds upon Athena’s boots. Let it take, he prays. Let her hear.
“My. What do we have here?" Gale hears a soldier’s voice in place of his Goddess. "Two little lambs left upon the altar?”
A Greco-Roman AU that follows famed Legate Astarion, Priest of Athena Gale, and a Nero-esque Emperor Cazador as Gale is hauled off from exile to Rome to for reasons unknown...
Read if you like: Enemies to lovers, the inherent sexual tension of historical banter, HBO's Rome, loving descriptions of man thighs under historically inaccurate toga hemlines.
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Semperservus (17k, E, Minthara/Gale)
The Seduction of Dekarios. The maiden in the river, bathed in holy light across underdark waters. The God whispering promises in her ear. The forging of new love, in fires of the only mortal left on this plane with ambitions as great as his once were.
Post-Game, God!Gale fixated on making Minthara his new Chosen.
Read if you like: Dunking on delusional God!Gale, Minthara's 'aura of a third son' banter, not breaking the cycle, comeuppance for Gale leaving you on the docks for the goddamn crown
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Spinneret Sour (26K, E, Astarion/Gale/Shadowheart/Jaheira)
The elfsong hookah is grossly underutilized in fic. Our attempt to fix that with a giggly, thank-god-we're-alive foursome.
Read if you like: Gale getting bullied by hot elves (plural!), fluff and smut, sexualizing that old man/woman, smoking is hot when it's fictional characters
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Tea Time with the ladies in Jaheira’s house is a post-BG3 HC I had in my head.
It’s basically just Shadowheart being dropped by Balehrys in Jaheira’s house for tea. This is probably years after and Karlach is fixed and all, Jaheira’s retired, Lae’zel coming as some astral projection and Minthara as I said before is a thriving political figure in Baldur’s Gate
I’ve started listening to the book project Hail Mary and frankly there’s no room in the plot of this book for that man everyone seems to be shipping Grace with so I decided to look it up and apparently instead of letting a character not have a romantic interest y’all have yoinked a character out of some kind of Markiplier project
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it is so funny when you realize that by drow standards, especially drow noble house and ESPECIALLY Baenre standards, Minthara is the woke liberal
She is willing to work with men in leadership positions even post-mind control and she will actually compliment and admire their tyrannical prowess
She will argue that the refugees in Baldur’s Gate should be enslaved because it’s practical and better for them that way, not because they’re weak lesser races that deserve to be subjugated
Like she probably gets called a libtard at Spider Thanksgiving every year while all her relatives are trying to poison each other
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I know my sense of feminist annoyance is way overtuned because once I (woman) was topping a guy (man) and he was doing the "fuck me, yeah, fuck me" thing and I just thought :/ okay I was already doing that but now it's going to look like it was your suggestion
"On one hand, they could absolutely make each other worse. Nobody in this ship is saying “maybe we should be less intense about this.” They would escalate any argument into a war council within five minutes.
But also, I think they’d be able to see through each other’s conditioning in a way that’s surprisingly useful. Minthara would recognise the shape of religious control around Lae’zel, even if she explains it in the most blunt and drow way possible. Lae’zel would recognise Minthara’s survival instincts as discipline rather than just cruelty. They’d probably insult each other while helping each other unpack lifelong indoctrination. romance!!!"
vs. Gale/Shadowheart
"In the brothel Shadowheart can be "worshipped" by the drow sex workers and she seems quite into it. A guy that used to actually date a goddess? Yeah, Gale's gonna be ready for that.
On a less silly note, they've got that shared trauma of possibly having a crisis of faith during the game, and they can relate to each other on that. As a cleric, there's opportunities for Shadowheart to try to help Gale with his oopsies dark magic poisoning. Or they can make each other worse, with Gale's God complex and SH's conditioning to follow a religious leader blindly. OR a Selunite SH might have to fight a formerly-romanced Gale if he becomes a God and fucks around too much! So many opportunities for fluff or angst!
And maybe I just think Gale getting lovingly dommed by a goth GF could fix him, ok."
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