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Azar demonstrates to Z'rell the advantages of having a wizard with a practiced tongue in your group
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14 Dec 2025
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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.”
In some bid to tidy an office whipped through vellum and vine, Gale could not help but laugh when he found what his lover had deigned to keep from the old days.
Staring back at him in faded brown ink was a scowling young Jaheira, plastered upon a Wanted poster.
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06 Dec 2025
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They had called each other lover for years, now, they had shared a bed for longer. But when Jaheira pressed the arch of her foot between his legs with just enough pressure to squeeze the breath from his lungs, it felt like that very first night in the Elfsong again. She made him feel hot behind the ears, chastised like a boy in the best way.
“Ah. You see. It’s simply–” Gale squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself not to buck up into her touch. How many times had he brought himself off to gold-flecked eyes staring down at him, to the way she called him cub?
Jaheira brought him back down to earth with another teasing press against the growing problem in his lap. “The scimitar and staff then. Aha. You would not be Belm’s first suitor.”
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17 Things That Made This Kobold's Day PERFECT (Number 12 Will Make You Cry) by Anonymous for darkheartedrose
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
04 Dec 2025
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KOBOLD DAILY EXCLUSIVE
Look, we've all had good days. But has your day ever been THIS good?
Popper—Purveyor of Treats and Trinkets, licensed Entrepreneur, and Senior Shiny Correspondent—had the BEST day in the history of days. We're talking: premium grave loot, successful mystery box sales, head scritches from the Big Horned Lady, only stepping in ONE of his own traps, and the sale of a definitely-not-haunted glass eye named Gregory.For business inquiries, please leave a shiny object under the third rock from the left near Dribbles' tent.
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04 Dec 2025
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The most delightful thing I've ever had the pleasure to see.
Read this, make sure you have the custom skin stuff turned on, click on the ads, take the quiz. I'm serious.
A masterpiece.
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Gale is torn between ambition and mortality. Jaheira knows well the cost of ambition and is ready to make sure he truly knows the price.
The vines were thick with thorns, woody and dry. The ever-growing ones that crept up his calves now were supple but itchy with fine little hairs. He watched them as they wrapped around, dividing themselves into countless branches and rooted him to the spot.
“Do you always show your belly so easily?” She was no more than one pace away from him. Gale felt suddenly flushed with embarrassment, not of his nudity, or of their agreement, but that he had not been able to look at her until she had rooted him here in front of her, with nowhere else to turn.
He lifted his eyes.
Her face was writ with amusement. He felt mirth bubbling up in him.
“Certainly,” he said, “I like to make myself indispensable.”
She snorted. “Let us see about that, then.”
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03 Dec 2025
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"She is teaching you the cost of ambition. The thought was wispy, difficult to hold on to under her lesson.
The cost of ambition to divinity is destruction of the divine.
Each moment where she struck into him deep, he could taste divinity again. The white light behind his eyes, the way his body was undone, and wasn't his body, or perhaps even a body at all anymore. She was fucking him hard enough to let him see the space where planes touched, the little bright divine space between worlds."
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If you happen to be a fan of my Gale/Jaheira longfic and are for some reason looking at my bookmarks, you need to read this now. It's some of the vibe but in a far more elegant package. Excellent. Fucking excellent.
(My recommendation is so intense I want to mention that if humiliation is a yellow flag tag for you, it's extremely mild. No character bashing or real unkindness here imo.)
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Gale Dekarios and The Pussy Palace by Anonymous for ACrowsRockCollection
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
25 Nov 2025
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Three days of being ignored by Tav is all it takes for Gale to stumble into the Pussy Palace, discover that “pussy” is not, in fact, feline, and learn that Jaheira has a very lucrative side hustle.
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Gale takes a beginner pole class from Jaheira.
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29 Nov 2025
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“Magic cheats the lesson, cub.” Her voice is low, warm with that Harper grit.
He loses his hold, startled by her unexpected proximity, only to be stabilized against the pole with her body and staggered grip.
“Let the struggle teach you who you are when no goddess is watching.”
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After the Netherbrain defeat, she thought her life with Gale was all wrapped up in a neat package with a beautiful bow. Life in the tower with its schedules, routine, and walls ended up not being for her. So she left.
Over a year later, she finds herself on a job in the city again near the Midwinter Festival, searching faces in the crowd.
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20 Nov 2025
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She could hear the celebrations from the house two doors down. That would be the one she turned around at, she decided, wanting to attend their celebration from the outside, if only for a moment. She looked in the window from across the street. The front room was indeed full of people, each with drink in hand, laughing and cheering for someone. She laughed to herself as she saw the illusion of fireworks inside the room, setting the room alight with sparkling magic fit for a midwinter celebration. She missed magic. She saw the crowd part, presumably for the subject of the cheers.
Her eyes widened. Her breathing quickened.
His hair was longer, a little more grey at the temples. He still tied it up halfway. He still had his beard. The creases by his eyes were a little deeper.
He was looking right at her, frozen, his brown eyes just as wide as hers.
She turned quickly to make a hasty escape. She knew it was tempting the gods to come down this street, but hadn’t that been the point? Hadn’t she become addicted to the if only during her time in the city?
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scroll of dethrone by Anonymous for SomeSuperHero
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games), Forgotten Realms (Roleplaying Game)
18 Nov 2025
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Gale, unbearded.
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For the prompt: Gale shaves the beard completely. He regrets this. Shouldn't make rash decisions while upset because wizard's beards don't grow back with magic.
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17 Nov 2025
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Tara curling around his feet, her tail flicking with disapproval.
His mother’s slender fingers brushing his cheek, pausing at the beginnings of a beard.
Elminster shaking his head, exasperated. Saying:
“Brilliance isn’t worn, my dear boy. It’s earned.” -
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Written for Colours of the Gate, this one shot takes a look at an unromanced Astarion trying to find safety in the large arms of Minsc. Unfortunately for the vampire spawn, it's not so easy to seduce the Stone Lord who seems entirely oblivious to every advance. But Astarion is nothing if not persistent, and as Minsc is neither turning him down nor walking away...
For the noble and heroic Rashemaar, romance isn't really a language he speaks - no matter how hard Boo tries to explain things to him. But he does understand what loving someone is, what caring for your friends means, and that there is one pale elf who has been sorely lacking anything close to love, care, or even real friends for a long time.
A short adventure of what companionship can look like beyond the usual romantic and sexual overtures~
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15 Nov 2025
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"Even when Minsc left, attending to duty’s call and finding supplies to help care for the spawn, his warmth remained. It was right there, draped around Astarion’s narrow shoulders, fastened with a Harper’s pin – a simple worn blanket that had gained far more meaning than the patterns embroidered around the hem in a language he had yet to learn."
QPR Vampster 🥰
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"Song of the Automaton" and Other Journal Entries by Anonymous for emfirebender
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
10 Nov 2025
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A thin, leather-bound journal recovered from under the bed on the third floor of the Arcane Tower, likely belonging to the tower’s previous owner, Lenore De Hurst. Many of the pages are heavily water-damaged, or torn out. This is a small, curated selection of some of the legible entries.
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10 Nov 2025
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Who will recover me?
Who will mourn for me?
And who will console Bernard, when I am gone?
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“Right. You can take care of yourself, hire someone. But it’s not the same, is it?”
Heinrix hears himself saying, “I haven’t tried,” as if it were coming from someone else entirely.
“Why not?”
“It feels too lonely.”
Solomorne looks at him for a long time. Then he says, very quietly, “Well. You’re not alone now.”
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- Part 2 of Diamond Dogs
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09 Nov 2025
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Heinrix leans his full body weight against him. If there was any space between them Heinrix thinks that he would have burst into tears, cum already, manifested the warp, perished. He’s feverish and trembling. It’s been years. It’s so little, he’s done it before, but it feels good and that’s enough to make him panic.
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The world was saved from the latest horrible mindflayer invasion thing. Whatever they had ended up calling it. Astarion wasn't sure. Nor did he really care. Good for the world and the people who actually enjoy being alive in it. Oh, sure he had been all on board with saving it, gung-ho even! as they got closer to the end. Partially riding that 'Cazador is fucking dead' energy high but also, well, he had honestly actually grown to care. He wanted to win this one too! Then pop on down to Avernus with Karlach, that was the plan! Surely, they would find something to fix her heart up down there, but even if they couldn't, well, she would not be alone this time! He would be there with her! It was brilliant. At least Astarion thought so.
Karlach must have not agreed. What with how she burned to death at the end of the pier.
i promise you, this is the most hilarious Karlach burning up at the dock fic you will ever read
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- Part 1 of Post-Canon BG3 - Astarion Adventures
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06 Nov 2025
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Upon reflection he realized she never actually said yes. She had said no, in fact. A few times. But he kept talking at her and talking and desperately talking and eventually there was a hug and a kiss on his forehead and then other kisses other places and he thought oh good that settled that.
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A familiar face interrupts the coronation of Baldur's Gate's first Archduke and everything about the moment is wrong.
100% stand alone!
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- Part 7 of Aria and Apocrypha
- Part 21 of Swan Song
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26 Oct 2025
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And so, he continued to smile at the ghost who had come to haunt him.
And so, he spread his arms wide, his palms upturned as a gesture of goodwill, as a gesture of placation to the wolf who was trying so desperately to file down its own teeth and the not-dog at their side.
And so, he strung together the story of their past in a way that sounded much kinder than reality. He spoke of plots and plans and quiet moments and two intellectual equals, though he refrained from mentioning how one was more equal than the other. He glossed over the blood and death which followed in their wake.
He, very deliberately, didn't mention knives.
He didn't mention knives, but he could see them as the edges of their frown twisted upward into a sneer. In the way the flower petals shook with every minute tremble of their arms. In the crease between their eyebrows and wrinkle of their nose. And, more literally, where the hilts glinted at their waist in the late afternoon light which filtered through the high windows.
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Malta (the cat) reflects on his new charge as Derryth Bonecloak's keeper.
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23 Oct 2025
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The shop is a repository of scented tales: leftover tea dredges forgotten in the midst of a rush order, all manner of last summer's roots pickling in jars, and even that faint whiff of one who comes no more.
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Between Hell and a Hardback by librarypirate, Tavylia_Sin
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
12 Nov 2025
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A collaboration fic between librarypirate and Tavylia_Sin
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Tolna Tome-Monger has long known that books hold a lot of power, and must be treated with due care and respect. Unfortunately, even with all the strict rules she gives herself and her books, something goes wrong...and she finds herself in the middle of somewhere very far from home, with no idea how she got there or how to get back.The Archivist is tasked with keeping everything in Raphael's archives in order, and as such he has an extensive knowledge of every single item on the shelves under his care. Until he finds something, someone who does not belong.
It's dangerous for any living soul to be in the House of Hope, even more so when they were not invited. What will the Archivist do when he encounters an intruder? Will Tolna be able to find her way back home? What secrets are being whispered between the pages in the archive?...
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17 Oct 2025
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It would be... unpleasant, to say the least, if the books became loud. They were jittery things, after all. People would often say that so was she, the handling of all these tomes of great magic turning her into a nervous wreck, but she was simply being cautious. That did not stop them whispering behind her back, more unkind whispers about how the magic might have affected her mind, how she saw danger where there was none. That the whispering of the books was only in her fevered imagination, and her cautious care unnecessary.
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blade of grass by anecjotes (klickitats), klickitats
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
17 Aug 2025
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There’s something Jaheira’s not saying. “What happened to his last handler?” asks Gale.
“The last four, you mean?” The rueful curve of her smirk deepens the crow’s feet around her eyes. It makes her seem younger, somehow. “The first died. The second went missing. The last two quit. You’ll be fine.”
In a Faerûn where magic is slowly diminishing, disgraced former Chosen of Mystra Gale Dekarios survives in Baldur's Gate as a Harper alchemist, tending their greenhouses and nursing the Netherese orb in his chest—until his High Harper forces him into fieldwork.
His first assignment? A vampire spawn informant with a crooked touch, dreams of ruin and vengeance, and a hunger to rival his own.
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04 Oct 2025
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“All Harpers are marked, Gale.” Jaheira’s voice is surprisingly gentle. “Debts, bad blood, broken oaths, literal curses—we run the gamut. You can do the job just as well as everybody else.”
The hunger in him sings. It’s a leash that’s almost never pulled: it’s shocking how quickly his body pushes his better sense to acquiesce. And gods, how quickly Jaheira sees it. The corner of her lip curls.
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Sister, sister by TopoftheLighthouse for dryadfiona
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
07 May 2025
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How Korrilla tried to protect Hope from the world, but didn't protect her from herself.
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02 Sep 2025
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Korvikoum means 'choices and consequences.' It's simple, really. The fate has twists and turns, the gods are fickle, and things happen whether you want them or not. But in the end it's just you with the circumstances, and only you decide how to deal with them. This is the choices part. Making a choice is a duty, a part of life and an honour. Dead don't choose. Slaves don't choose. So, if you are to make a choice, you must be able to accept the consequences. That's it, that is the korvikoum.
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The gith woman doesn't look like Shadowheart and doesn't feel like her either.
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02 Sep 2025
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"Lae'zel said that Shadowheart was like a dagger — unassuming, sharp, flexible, and still deadly if you were not cautious. Now, the gith's calloused hand wield Nocturne like a dagger, touch her like she's trying to parry, like they are locked in a duel. Nocturne wonders what happened between them, while Shadowheart was gone. What wounds Lae'zel is trying to avenge.
She weaves her fingers through Nocturne's hair and pulls, then bites and kisses at the exposed neck.
Shadowheart Nocturne knew was sharp plenty, but Nocturne would rather compare her to a shield. Strong, unbending and battered. Again and again she saw Shadowheart's back as she stepped in front of her, put herself between Nocturne and the world. "
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I’d break the law once every week to feel your touch by PouroverPaloma for 12thhousesun
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
25 Apr 2025
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“Lorroakan is unworthy of you,” he says. Rolan sneers, but for once, he doesn’t fight him on the point. “He’s a brute, and a coward.”
Gale allows himself a smirk, just a small one. “And tomorrow, we’re going to kill him.”
His golden eyes blow wide for a moment. Then, of all things—he laughs. Bitter, ugly, heavy.
"No, you're not.”
In which one touch-starved wizard meets one sardonic, yearning wizard and they finally stop dancing around each other after murdering a different wizard. Get loved, idiots.
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01 Sep 2025
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“You see?” he breathes. “Always lying by omission, these wizards one meets in taverns.”
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To silence Tav's self-doubts, Gale uses the tadpole to let her see herself through his eyes.
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27 Aug 2025
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"His mouth pressed into hers, tasting of relief, promises unspoken, every moment they had just shared without words. Her lips parted under his, and it was like breathing each other in, each inhale carrying the faintest trace of conjured starlight. She could taste the faint sweetness of tea from the little shop he’d spoken of, smell the phantom paper-dust of that Waterdeep bookshop. She saw flashes of streets and the city’s pulse, not as a place apart from her, but as though she had walked it beside him all her life.
The world she’d once thought belonged only to him – that glittering, unreachable life she could never quite picture herself in – now felt like hers, too, stitched into her as surely as the memories of battle and road-dust. In that moment, it wasn’t just his life anymore…it was theirs."
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The Angels Won't Receive Me by VestigialPersonality
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
14 Aug 2025
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When Jaheira receives the news that her grandson is dead she resolves to raise his children to be better people than he ever was.
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- Part 18 of Swan Song
- Part 5 of Aria and Apocrypha
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15 Aug 2025
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"The vehemence in Tate's voice was startling. She waited for him to elaborate, but he did not. Small hands were balled into shaking fists at his sides, his usual melancholic demeanor hidden behind a scowl as he raised his chin in defiance. It was as if he thought Jaheira would be angry that he found comfort in the news, and it made her heart ache more than the realization that she seemed destined to lead the funeral procession for everyone she's ever loved."
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"Jaheira wasn't quite sure whether the gleam in Fig's eye was in anticipation of eating cake or of playing with a knife."