7 Works by childofnone02
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take my hand (take my whole life too) by childofnone02
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
17 Jun 2026
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Astarion licked his parched lips, feeling all at once like a boy and a man, like just another person at a ball talking to a beautiful woman and wanting, more than anything, to take her home. He felt dizzy and terrified, hopeful and covetous, and nothing at all like a monster.
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Astarion and The Dark Urge accidentally ingest an aphrodisiac. Heartfelt (and horny) antics ensue.
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- Part 4 of nocturnal creatures
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"There’s no need to extol my virtues. I already know what they are.”
“Splendid.” Gale’s smile turned playful once more, and warmth seemed to emanate from him. Calliope could feel it all the way in her heart. “Though I find I rather enjoy extolling your virtues. If it’s all the same to you, I should like to continue.”
“Oh.” Calliope was suddenly glad of her complexion, pink like a peony blossom. It hid her blush remarkably well, or so she hoped. “Well. If you absolutely must…”
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Gale's Act 2 romance scene, sans the angst (because the world is heavy enough)
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Shadowheart’s fingers against Leda’s jaw burned like a brand, searing Leda to the bone. She was acutely aware of every place on her body Shadowheart was touching — their knees grazing, their mouths gasping in close proximity, their noses nudging. Leda was dizzy with want, covetous for something she couldn’t give precise shape to.
It was a desire that bordered on devotion, a sense of worship that edged on blasphemy.
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Two contemplative clerics spend a night together. Kissing is involved.
Set sometime between Acts 2 and 3, post Shar's Gauntlet.
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Almost without meaning to, her body shifted closer to Shadowheart's, her fingers creeping over the inches of unbearably empty space between them to brush against the Sharran's.
It was the lightest graze, barely even a touch, but lightning zipped up Leda's spine, her lips parting as if in a question she was too frightened to ask.
It shouldn't feel this good, Leda thought. Why does it feel this good?
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A Sharran and a Selûnite share an evening together. What could possibly go wrong?
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“I want coffers overflowing with gold, so that I can spoil you rotten.” Astrion’s fingers inched beneath the lacy hem of her nightgown, smiling when her breath caught as he began to push it up. “I want to serve you wine in silver goblets every night, and tea in the rarest porcelain every morning. I want to treat you so sweetly your teeth fall out. Make you so disgustingly happy, it would never cross your mind to question what you are to me again.”
Laosie scoffed, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her nerves, the budding arousal gnawing at her gut. “What, precisely, am I to you? A thing to be adorned?”
Astarion chuckled. “I suppose material possessions aren’t everything, if you have lesser ambitions than I. But, no. I simply want for you what I want for myself.” His fingers hooked in the waistband of her undergarments, and Laosie was helpless to do anything but let him tug them down her legs and toss them behind him, his eyes gleaming mischievously beneath pale lashes. “I want us to have the world, my love.”
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In which The Dark Urge has a bad dream, and Astarion makes it all better by fucking her senseless.
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- Part 3 of nocturnal creatures
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In this light, Astarion was a dangerous thing, sharp enough for Laosie to cut herself on. Opposing desires warred within her, the wise part of her recognising the danger tucked into the corner of his smile. But tonight, the larger part of her - the guilty part - longed to bleed.
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A very messy (and horny) take on how events unfold at the tiefling party in Act 1.
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- Part 2 of nocturnal creatures
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Without thinking, he extended a hand to her, palm up. “Touch me,” he said. “I’ll show you that it’s fine.”
Something ached in his chest, tender like a bruise being poked. With a start, he realised that he desperately wanted Laosie to touch him, desire pulsing through his body like a tremulous heartbeat. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but not an unwelcome one.
“I can’t,” she whispered. “I’ll get blood all over you.”
“Do it anyways. Stain me. I don’t care.”
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A re-imagining of the scene when The Dark Urge wakes Astarion to avoid killing him in their sleep.
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- Part 1 of nocturnal creatures