#karlach

god...you really went for it bestie (unlatches Pandora's box):

There's two categories for me: the ones I've encountered and the ones in my brain!

Other people's I reccomend: (I genuinely reread these frequently!)

Larian's Modern au: I even made a comic for it! probably will try for more in the future

Anything by @optiwashere: I adore their writing so fucking much you don't understand (their Asheera/Shadowheart fics are also lovely)

Forged in Hellfire by SorataTakano: really good imagining of Shadowheart and Karlach post crisis. I found the plot cool as fuck and Shadowheart's characterization quite interesting! It's no longer updating, but I will wait forever for a crumb (fingers crossed). If not, still a worthy read!

Simmer, Simmer by mungeondisaster (Orphic_Gaze): God almighty can you believe they have a long-standing Tav fic and they still made the time to write this MASSIVE shadowlach fic??? i binged it all the first time and await more patiently

I've....read almost the entirety of the shadowlach tag on ao3, from the first page of listings to the last. to the writers out there: thank you so fucking much for feeding me I'm so serious

there's plenty more, but we'd be here all day

For AUs still stuck in my brain: (all of these have some semblance of a plot in my mind already, I am simply bound by my mortal coil)

Thanks for the tag, @optimisticgrey!

This is a continuation of this angsty little WIP from a couple of weeks ago. I’m sure Wander is totally fine. :)

~ ~ Karlach’s POV ~ ~

With a final battle cry, Lae’zel’s blade finds its mark in the githyanki leader’s throat. The older woman sinks to her knees, face frozen in a sneer, before she falls forward with a muted thump. I whirl around, eyes darting across the battlefield in search of anyone else to sink my axe into. But, with the last of the crossbowmen already riddled with bolts and the ch’r’ai now dead, it seems that we’re alone. Hellfire still roars through my veins and leaps from my skin, burning and hungry. I force myself to take a few deep breaths and it starts to die down.

“You alright?” I ask, turning back to my friends.

“Merely a few scratches,” Lae’zel says, still staring down at the other gith with a look of haughty disgust.

“Yes,” Shadowheart adds as she catches her breath, “I’ll be fine.”

“How about you, Wander?” They don’t answer. “Wander?”

Still no response. They got tangled up with that other swordswoman, right? There was that lightning strike; where was that again? Biting my lip and lashing my tail, I glance around again, this time looking for a druid rather than another warrior clad in silver. At first, all I see is the town’s expanse of black and gray, broken up by sickly teal, but my gaze finally falls on a patch of browns and pale blue. A ways down the street, hidden in shadows deep enough to almost swallow them whole, is Wander.

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