A Valentine’s Day fic for Baldur’s Gate 3: Spicy Food

The fic is spicy too! It belongs to the same verse as A Godsdamn Kraken, set after the tiefling party in late Act 1.


“Surely you don’t expect me to apologize,” Astarion goes on after a minute. “It was only a joke, but even if it wasn’t. Having a few romps—as pleasurable as they were—hardly makes you entitled. And jealousy is such an unattractive trait.” He huffs through his nose. “I regret I asked. Nothing good ever comes from trying to be nice.”

“Nice?” Tav laughs despite the lump in his throat. “You just called me stupid and unattractive.”

“Don’t twist my words, darling. You’re not very good at it.”


Or, Tav gets insecure and Astarion reassures him the only way he knows. Act 1, post tiefling party.

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Happy Valentine’s! 💞

Spicy Food

CONTENT WARNING

This story includes explicit depictions of sex between two male characters. It is intended for adult audiences only.


Tav wakes cramped and disoriented to the sound of rushing water. It takes him a few bleary moments to remember they finally moved camp from the woodlands by the river to the ruins near the monastery. Disconnected memories, nightmarish, fleet through his thoughts. Lae’zel and Shadowheart at each other’s throats. The Weave pulsing around Gale like a blister about to burst. Karlach, breathless, clutching her chest.

The only good one, where Astarion fell asleep on his shoulder, was sadly just a dream.

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My First Fic for Baldur’s Gate 3: A Godsdamn Kraken

I finally polished and posted one of my many handwritten ficlets for BG3, and it turned into quite the story!

It’s a prequel to the game, where Astarion and Tav meet in the city and have a wild adventure together. Of course, they end up kissing. 💞

Read it here, or on AO3!

I already created a series for it on AO3, titled Danse Macabre, where I hope to post more works in this verse in not too distant a future. Please comment, like and subscribe!

A Godsdamn Kraken

Chapter 3

They sprinted down the boulevard that had brought them to the Sleeping Giant in the first place, leaving a trail of disgruntled passersby. There hadn’t been time to fasten the waist strap of Tav’s pack and in consequence, all his belongings, including the golden dildo, swayed dangerously from side to side as he ran, breathless, on the heels of his light-footed friend.

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A Godsdamn Kraken

Chapter 2

They stepped out into the night. A fresh breeze came and went in sighs, with only the barest hint of the sulfurous stench from the sewers. The veranda was almost as crowded as the room they had emerged from, and the street beyond no less busy than it had been this morning. Reflections of firelight from the streetlamps sparkled on the cobblestones, smoothed by centennial comings and goings of feet, hooves and wheels. Behind the jagged outlines of roofs and chimneys, a full moon was rising, veiled by thin clouds. It felt good to be outside. When Tav stretched, every joint in his spine popped.

“Didn’t imagine that leaving the tavern with a city official would be the highlight of my first day here.”

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A Godsdamn Kraken

Chapter 1

The pale elf fled into the shadows, and Tav followed.

He could say he wasn’t thinking clearly, what with Astarion’s taste still lingering on his lips, and he wouldn’t be lying. But he knew it was folly. Astarion’s last words to him weren’t just a warning: they were a threat, and he heard them well. No. Even had he known it would be the end of his life as he knew it, he would’ve pursued. He just… couldn’t let him go.

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