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Pairing: Shadowheart x Female Tav
Summary: Struggling to reconcile with her parents due to the weight of her guilt, Shadowheart seeks comfort in the presence of Tav. Through the power of Tav's music, she realises her past is not entirely lost to her, and perhaps even a bright future awaits.
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Religious Guilt, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Not Beta Read
Words: 2571
Switching gears with some short and sweet Silverheart x Tav hurt/comfort <3
Art by @geezmarty
Visions of Johanna!
Visions of Johanna is a side-story I came up with whilst editing the Carol chapter 2, after listening to the song by Bob Dylan. It is particularly inspired by the lines:
Just Louise and her lover, so entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
and
Louise, she's alright, she's just near She's delicate and seems like the mirror But she just makes it all to concise and too clear That Johanna's not here
Following her breakup with Dark Justiciar Shadowheart, Harper Elenor Tavryn is sent on an unusual mission to a remote village by Jaheira, as an excuse to give her an escape. While there, she meets a sweet young woman, Louise, and spends an unremarkable evening with her, all the while haunted by visions of Shadowheart.
At the same time, in the midst of a Nightfall revelry, Shadowheart drinks a little too much wine. She tries to forget Tav through an evening with a masked initiate, with ashen hair and verdant eyes, but to no avail.
This story has retroactively become a prequal to 'Elenor Tavryn's Dream.'
An excerpt under the cut:
OKAY you can certainly titillate with merely a title ❤️❤️
For no one!
For No One is for your and @shadowfalllen's kiss prompt! Because they're running out of time. You will each get a unique fic in for the prompt, the other being 'Elenor Tavryn's Dream.'
As a gift for a fellow angst lover (though Elenor Tavryn's Dream is even angstier, probably the angstiest thing I'll ever write), For No One covers Dark Justiciar Shadowheart's last moments with Tav, before breaking up with her at the Elfsong Tavern the morning after they defeat the Nether brain. Here is a short, rough excerpt for you:
The comforting darkness of sleep was shattered, like the window that allowed the dawn’s rays to blight her weary eyes. Not yet… she thought, shuffling to move a hand to shield herself, though her arm was stuck beneath the woman who shared her bed. Tav shuffled slightly at the disturbance, murmuring in her sleep. She was peaceful, truly peaceful, for perhaps the first time since they had met. The Absolute was dead, and this was the dawn of a new era, though it was one they would have to face alone. Shadowheart prayed Tav would understood. This parting would be bittersweet enough, without any additional regrets. They were tangled in each other’s embrace, naked as they day they were born and cradled by the sheets. Shadowheart leaned up on her elbow to watch Tav slumber. They would never have a moment like this again; a moment where she could pretend she had no higher duty, that they simply were. In another life, perhaps this was not their ending, but a new beginning. It was a thought she shouldn’t think. She did not know why it hurt so much.
I'm glad you find my title's titilating lol. I like to use songs that capture the vibe of the fic I'm writing. For No One is named for the song by The Beatles. I listened to it a lot after completing my first DJ playthrough, and I think it captures Tav's thoughts on the breakup pretty well.
Hey Delt! Will you tell us about your WIP, Je T'aime Moi Non Plus?
Je T’aime Moi Non Plus is my idea for the kiss prompt ‘as a yes’, and it centres on Dark Justiciar Ombrecoeur’s Nightfall Ritual. I’d share an excerpt, but for now it’s just an outline. The only thing written is:
“Do you love me?” *deep kiss* “I can’t.”
The working title, translated as ‘I love you, I don’t’, comes from the song by Serge Gainsborough
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.
Thank you for tagging @eldritchelfwriter !
If I posted every wip, we'd be here all day lol. These are the ones with the highest chance of being posted in the very near future:
9 people, okay lol. No Pressure Tags to @oldlight117 @cylinderarts @camelcasethoughts @bonechillen @noir-selune-and-sombra @eliteseven @fogno @optiwashere @chaosroid
I think 22…in a rush of adrenaline would be interesting! :D
Kept you waiting, huh?
Pairing: Shadowheart x Female Tav
Summary: After a disastrous meeting with the Lich Queen Vlaakith, the party fight desperately to escape the Githyanki Crèche.
Tags: POV Shadowheart, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Canon-typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Death, Battle Couple, Not Beta Read
Words: 2,310
Read here on AO3, or below the cut:
This is where hope got you, or maybe it was just simple desperation. Just as Shadowheart had expected, the githyanki’s idea of a cure was more permanent than they’d hoped. As if that was not enough, they had now earned the ire of the Lich Queen herself, who held a grudge over the success of Shadowheart’s mission, something that touched her with a strange mix of both pride and fear. Vlaakith wanted that artefact back, at any cost, and Shadowheart still did not know what it even was.
Mother spoke with the voice of Lady Shar, and it was beyond Shadowheart to question the Nightsinger’s will, yet four of her siblings had been martyred to obtain that damned artefact, and the answers granted by its resident only summoned more questions.
So with a bounty on their heads, and the artefact firmly in Tav’s pocket, they had no choice but to fight their way free of the Crèche, culling its inhabitants as they went. The entryway itself was in sight now, but the gith who defended it fought with a vigour previously unseen. What began solely as an attempt to kill their queen’s enemies, was now a fight to avenge their fallen comrades, and defend what little remained of their home. And I suppose the Lathanderans just gifted you this temple, Shadowheart thought bitterly, though their skeletons may disagree.
a happy shadowheart to brighten your day 💛🪻
three tears for shar and a kiss to the sky
Feel like Shadowheart could have a lot of fun with this prompt: 34 - to pretend 🙂
You're totally right. *I'm* going to have fun writing it, too. Thanks for requesting this one! 💜
Getting into Wyrm’s Crossing would be harder than expected. Asheera could not remember the last time that so many Fists were posted to that gate, let alone joined by the strange mechanical constructs that she had only seen at her father’s factory the last time she visited home. Not only did it make it harder for them, but the people of Rivington and any refugees brave enough to confront the checkpoint guards were met with unusual hostility.
She watched from afar with her companions as, time and time again, people were denied entry into the bridge settlement. The only occasion where the Fists allowed someone to pass involved a handshake and a less-than-subtle exchange of a coin purse.
“We might need every coin we have once we’re in the city,” Shadowheart whispered beside her as they approached the gate.
Asheera sighed. “We agreed that was the plan. Nothing threatening, no weapons or armor. Part with some coin and pretend to be travelers.”
Thankfully, Gale had a handy method to stash away their equipment for the time being. His teleportation trick would not last long. Apparently, whichever plane or cubbyhole in another wizard’s tower he used as storage for their gear was in danger of discovery, and the inhabitants would be none too pleased if they found out it was him.
There was an implied ‘again’ in the way he spoke, but Asheera left it alone. They had little enough time as it was.
“You agreed that was the plan,” Shadowheart countered, “and I’m not about to sleep on the streets once we’re in the city proper.”
The rest of their companions voiced their displeasure, including a few gibes from Karlach about a married couple arguing. Just as Asheera was about to turn around and grumble back at her, the Fist at the gate halted them with a shout.
“If you’ve business in the city, it will have to wait,” she said angrily, holding a hand up as if they all hadn’t stopped already.
“Oh, but you see,” Shadowheart started, her accent flailing wildly between her usual and some blurry mess of Cormyrian and Amnian, “my wife and I are due for our meeting with the priests of Sune in the city. A second ceremony you see.”
Trying to hold back a chuckle at the ridiculous accent, Asheera wrapped her arm around Shadowheart’s waist and pulled her close. At least this part was easy in her improvised play.
She cleared her throat, unsure whether to even try an accent of her own. “It would be a shame if we missed it, don’t you think?” Asheera asked in her usual Baldurian.
“It sure would,” the Fist said slowly as she crossed her arms. She nodded towards their companions. “And are these your…?”
“Friends and family.” Shadowheart nodded, lacing her fingers with Asheera’s with the same ease as the arm around her waist. “We could not have a ceremony like this the first time. I was, you see, a victim of my family in the most horrible of ways. They refused to let me see my lover — er, my wife — because they did not agree with our union. Nobility in the south are so stuffy about who can marry whom, and you know that my father, a very wealthy gentleman, would not have—”
“Please. Just… stop.” The Fist pinched the bridge of her nose. “If you’re married, where are your bands?”
“Our bands?” Shadowheart glanced down at their hands and gave a terribly fake chuckle. “We just traveled from the south, where the commonfolk might recognize me. Please, we are due for our ceremony now.”
“And I’d hate to make Sunites wait,” Asheera added, squeezing Shadowheart’s hand in hers. “Not a group you want to insult.”
The Fist laughed, shaking her head. “What are a bunch of free-lovers going to say about waiting a bit longer?”
“Oh, if I were you,” Shadowheart said, “I’d carry a great fear for them. I cannot imagine what it would be like to carry a curse upon your soul that would forbid you from finding your true love, or any love at all.”
“Imagine if I had never met her? Terrible curse.” Asheera drew her hand free of Shadowheart’s waist and slid it under her chin, leaning down for a kiss.
Again, it was the easiest part of the entire charade. There was nothing to fake there, after all, and the way that Shadowheart pushed herself closer into the ever-deepening kiss was not acting at all. The cute sounds at the back of her throat when Asheera pulled away were nothing the likes of which any esteemed actress could replicate, and Asheera felt a broad grin on her own face that was no trick.
She could not help herself, either. Stroking Shadowheart’s cheek with her thumb, she pulled her in for yet another kiss. This time hungrier, perhaps playing up their roles more than intended, and behind them, another voice chanted faintly.
“What’s that one doing?” the Fist asked, jabbing her thumb over at where Gale stood.
Dragging herself away from a bite against her lower lip, Shadowheart blinked and asked, “Oh him? He’s my family’s wizard. He helped secret me out of my father’s estate to meet my wife.”
“Why’s he chanting like that?”
“Probably a protection spell,” Asheera said, cupping Shadowheart’s face in her palm and relishing the heat of her body so close. “Don’t want our party caught up in a curse, after all. Nasty things.”
As Gale continued to chant nonsense words louder and louder, the Fist cracked. She shuffled them onto the bridge, but stopped him at the end and asked, in a poor attempt at a whisper, if he might include her in the protection against the mythical Sunite curse.
On the walk through the checkpoint, Shadowheart and Asheera had to keep up their appearances of a loving married couple absconding from a harsh noble father figure. That part was not so difficult, it turned out. All it took to convince the more romantic types was Asheera lifting Shadowheart into a bridal carry, the backs of her knees hooked over one arm, as they marched through to Wyrm’s Crossing.
30 for the kiss prompts please - as comfort ☺️
Hello Delt and thank you for the sweet prompt! ❤️ This prompt was screaming Silverheart and it is my small love letter to Silverheart, I rarely get to write about her and I wish one day I find time to write a longer story for her ❤️ Tav here is the white haired Selûnite one from my videos and some art I have commissioned 😊
Afternoon sunlight streamed into the cabin through the living room window, casting a soft glow across the room as Tav sat by the window, deeply immersed in a book.
Ever since life had slowed down on the farm with Shadowheart, she had started reading more than just Selûnite prayer books and religious tomes. Soon, she had found herself making her way through Shadowheart’s bookshelf, one book at a time.
She wiped away a stray white hair that had escaped from her neatly made side braid and tucked it behind her ear. Just as she was about to turn the next page, she heard the sound of familiar, faint footsteps before the door opened and Shadowheart stepped inside.
Tav smiled and put the book aside.
“Hi, love,” she called out, standing up.
“Hi, Tav. Look what I made for us.” Shadowheart winked, holding up the pie enticingly as she slowly backed toward the kitchen.
Tav followed, her lips curling into a wide grin.
“Wow, smells amazing. What is it? Blueberry?”
“You guessed it! It’s in season, and Dad picked plenty. Mom and I turned them into two delicious pies—one for them, one for us.” Shadowheart tilted the baking tray slightly so Tav could see better.
Tav took a step closer, but before she could reach Shadowheart, the other woman flinched. Tav knew what was coming next.
“Ah!” Shadowheart squeezed the tray harder, her whole body suddenly jerking. The vile purple magic of Shar flared from the incurable wound on her right hand.
Tav moved on instinct. She was at Shadowheart’s side in an instant, rescuing the pie with one hand and setting it safely on the table while the other rested firmly on Shadowheart’s shoulder.
Once the pie was secure, Tav cupped Shadowheart’s trembling hand gently.
“May I?” she asked.
Shadowheart’s eyes were narrowed in pain. She gave a curt nod, gritting her teeth. Her breathing was heavy but controlled—the pain was familiar, as were the ways she had learned to endure it, time and time again.
Tav cradled her hand and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. Her lips brushed against the wound, feeling the searing presence of Shar’s wrath through it—but she ignored it, pressing more firmly against Shadowheart’s scarred skin.
A simple kiss, a defiant act of love against the cruelty of a petty goddess who had nothing better to do than torment mortals whose lives she had already meddled with more than was just by any measure.
Tav’s blood boiled at the thought, but this moment wasn’t about her anger—it was about comforting Shadowheart.
Immediately, she felt Shadowheart relax just a little.
Tav cast a healing spell with the kiss, though she knew it would do little to ease the pain Shar inflicted. But at the very least, Shadowheart would feel the lingering touch of a kinder goddess’s magic after the agony faded.
Shadowheart’s breath came heavy, her eyes blinking rapidly, but gradually, the pain ebbed.
Slowly, Tav rested her forehead against Shadowheart’s and gazed into her eyes.
There was a myriad of emotions there: lingering pain, sadness, frustration—but also something unbreakable. The kind of resilience that endured forty years of brainwashing, manipulation, torture, and abuse and still found the strength to break free, to pursue love, freedom, and happiness.
Tav’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She felt so proud of Shadowheart—so deeply in love with her that it was barely contained within the confines of her mortal coil. If it could be unleashed, she felt like it would fill the entire universe.
They had spoken of this many times. Tav knew Shadowheart feared she would always carry a piece of the goddess’ cruelty within her. That she would never be truly free.
But Tav had sworn—again and again, to Shadowheart, to Shadowheart’s parents, and to herself—that they would find a cure. That they would rid her of this curse.
She still had faith that the Moonmaiden would shine her light upon a path forward. That Selûne would help undo what her sister had done.
“I won’t let her ruin my happiness. Our happiness,” Shadowheart hissed.
“We won’t let her,” Tav reassured her, guiding them toward the living room. She sat in their armchair and pulled Shadowheart into her lap, embracing her. Shadowheart rested her head against Tav’s chest, and Tav hoped the familiar rhythm of her heartbeat would help her calm down further. Her hand moved in slow, soothing strokes along Shadowheart’s back.
“Mmm, it’s easy to get lost in your arms,” Shadowheart murmured.
They stayed like that for a while, enjoying the quiet, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun. One of their cats padded by, brushing against Tav’s legs, making her smile.
“If she thinks her petty fits will make me regret turning away from her and saving my parents, she’s an even bigger fool than I could have imagined,” Shadowheart muttered after a while.
“Who knew goddesses could be such fools?” Tav traced her fingers over Shadowheart’s cursed hand before pressing another kiss to it. “She has no idea how strong my wife is. How brave. Shar may be an ancient being, but she has nothing on you, Shadowheart.”
She pressed another kiss to the scarred flesh.
Shadowheart’s eyes fluttered closed. “Thank you, Tav,” she murmured. “You ease the burden of bearing this.”
“We’re still here. You fought for this, and she won’t take it from you.” Tav cupped Shadowheart’s face, her voice thick with quiet determination. “I will always be here for you, in any way I can, love.”
The pain and resentment eased from Shadowheart’s features, her eyes shining with softer emotions. Tav could practically feel the love reflected back at her in those hazel-green depths.
“Have I told you how much I love you, Tavashan Darge?” Shadowheart whispered, adoration lacing every syllable of Tav’s name.
“A few times,” Tav murmured with a smile. “But I never tire of hearing it.” She brushed a thumb along Shadowheart’s cheek. “And I doubt you ever tire of hearing how much I love you, Shadowheart Hallowleaf.”
Slowly, she leaned in, kissing Shadowheart’s temple—then her cheek, reveling in its softness—before capturing her lips in a kiss.
It started slow, gentle, comforting—an attempt to convey the depth of Tav’s feelings, as she had done countless times before, both in spoken and unspoken ways.
Shadowheart sighed contentedly against her lips before deepening the kiss, tasting Tav. It was Tav’s turn to let out a small moan as Shadowheart’s tongue slipped in, greeting her own in a familiar dance. Shadowheart’s fingers curled around the back of Tav’s neck, the kiss growing more heated by the second.
“What about farm chores?” Tav managed to ask as they pulled apart to catch their breath.
“Those can wait. We both need a little distraction.” Shadowheart moved to straddle Tav’s thighs before capturing her lips in another heated kiss.
Also this art commission I had made is perfect for this kiss prompt and is featuring the Tav in question, you can see it here!