#zelith

Zelith is my tiefling paladin from a dnd campaign, that I plopped into bg3, and she fell hard for Gale (she’s a sucker for wizards). One of these days I will post more of her fic. There’s a lot of interesting and similar themes for her story and Gale’s.

(My partner forgot to take a screenshot of her entry outfit but whatever lol)

This is her main wrestling outfit:

This is her alternate (date night) outfit, starting with the intro:

And the main outfit:

Zel and Gale are so cute together. She’s throwing people around and Gale doing sick flips and shit.

Here you go @thecalvarys 🥰

Since I have my hands full with ongoing wips I thought it would be a great idea to add a little os to the list; it took me like 20 minutes cause I was inspired tho! Canon complaint and jealousy angst because these two ladies call for power dynamics when a past relationship sex is implied. Slightly NSFW. Hope you like this!

From a dark corner in her room, Lilith is lurking. She’s watching Zelda get changed in perfect silence, her leopard shirt stained with dried blood, her hands and pencil skirt soiled with dirt; she looks exhausted with her hair disheveled, like she’s been through too much in too little time.

She looks like she’s in need of a good fuck and the burning pain of rejection makes Lilith even more ravenous to be the one who gets to wreck her. She waits for Zelda to remove her ruined clothes and only when she’s only in her lace bra and matching panties, she comes out from her hiding place.

There was something about the moon that night; the purity of it seemed to have silenced the world. Zelda leaned out of her window, whispering prayers into the warm summer evening, her creamy skin glowing in the light.

She knew that she should close the window, shut the curtains and go to bed, but the full moon made her feel alive and she could not tear herself away. She longed to reach out and touch it, and it sparkled like magic in her veins.

Zelda…

It seemed to call to her, and Zelda could not help but answer. She hurried through the house and out of the front door, grateful for the warmth that the sun had left behind as her bare feet touched grass.

Zelda…

It was almost a breathy prayer itself and Zelda followed the whispers, into the woods, the light of the moon guiding her through the canopy. She was not afraid; she had the moon to protect her and she was more powerful than anything that lurked in these trees.

Well… usually.

Tonight though, as she emerged into a clearing lit by moonbeams, she found that someone else had power here.

“Lilith… what are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you,” the woman replied, and suddenly Zelda realised that it had not been the moon’s voice that had called to her.

“You?”

“Yes,” Lilith stepped forward; wrapped in a black leather coat in stark contrast to Zelda’s revealing chemise. “Me.”

“Why did you summon me?” Zelda murmured, although the question had already been answered in the way the woman’s eyes trailed over her. They had done this dance before, and Zelda was well versed in the unique and irresistible tango that was their relationship.

“Because I desired you. I could sense your magic singing in your veins like a siren intent on pulling sailors to a watery grave.”

“Are you implying that I am the death of my lovers?”

“Well…” Lilith’s lip curled into a smirk. “You bring me to the edge of death every time you’re buried inside me, and the only way I survive is with the taste of you on my lips.”

“So dramatic,” Zelda rolled her eyes, but already she felt the stirring of desire coiling in her belly. She moved her hand over it, feeling the heat. “There are more comfortable places to call for my company. The bedroom I just left, for example.”

“Live a little, Zelda,” Lilith purred, stepping forward and reaching out her hand to trace her fingers over the blue veins visible under Zelda’s pure, unblemished skin. “I assure you there is nothing more beautiful than being wild under a full moon.”

“I am not some maiden; I have engaged in many experiences, Lilith.”

“All of which make you the skilful lover that I crave now.” Lilith purred and her fingers brushed Zelda’s collarbone before trailing down her arm and threading their fingers together. “Come; lay with me and forget the world. Let’s show the moon that your beauty outshines hers.”

As she reached out to tangle her fingers in Lilith’s hair, Zelda felt her cheeks heating. No, she didn’t mind dancing with Lilith.