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A kinkmeme is a place to post story ideas, plot bunnies, and concepts anonymously, in hopes that they'll inspire someone else in the fandom. As implied in the name, kink and smut prompts are welcome, but so are gen prompts! This is a choose not to warn space - there may be offensive content in prompts and we do not require warnings in titles.

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From: (Anonymous)

what it says on the tin - one of the tadfools (take your pick) gets dosed with truth serum that makes them very accommodating and want to share things that they know. In conversation with the others they're accidentally (or on purpose! maybe someone's curiosity gets the best of them) goaded into revealing details about their terrible awful backstory that they would never admit sober. Everyone has to deal with how to handle this revelation later. Feel free to make any tadfool's backstory even more awful to have things to reveal here.

dnw: parental incest (though parent-adjacent figures a la viconia and cazador are fair game)

From:

shadow_fell

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56900212

look, i want to see other people fill this prompt with different characters as the center, but i saw this prompt and immediately knew i had to do it with karlach.

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Look. They’re all thinking it. If anyone was to get dosed by this blabbermouth of a truth serum, it’s for the best it’s Karlach.

They all have secrets, some they’ve shared, some that have been forced out, and some that are still hidden. Even now that they’re all quite close, Gale still hates sharing about himself, and Shadowheart’s even more the same, the instinct long trained up. Astarion doesn’t want to relive the details of what he suffered, what he did. Wyll doesn’t want to dredge up old feelings, the things he hasn’t shared about Mizora. Lae’zel doesn’t want to put to voice the many things about her life she’s come to realize to be true.

“Ooh! They’re selling honeydrops! It’s been ages since I had any - we should get some!”

So perhaps it’s selfish, but really, they all agree - it’s for the best it was Karlach.

She lists off different foods she hasn’t had since being sent to the hells on the walk back to the Elfsong, interspersed with random beats of - “look at that dog!” and “oh, that looks fun,” and anything else that distracts her in the moment.

“It’s going to be a long night,” Astarion groans.

“We should have a slumber party!” Karlach says, turning to him. “I always wanted to have one, as a kid, but it’s not like where I grew up anyone had enough space to fit a party, all cramped in. Gods, it’d be so fun!”

“What exactly is a slumber party,” Lae’zel asks, while Shadowheart says, “we’re already sharing a room, I don’t know how different it would be.”

“Well, we’d grab all the pillows and blankets and hang out by the fireplace, and talk, and play games - high stakes truth or dare! It would be perfect!”

“I don’t know if we should be doing that while you’re under the influence of a curse,” Gale says gently, but she’s already ignoring them to kneel down by a flower.

“Sometimes I see something so pretty that I want to touch it, but I worry even with my engine fixed I’ll still ruin it, burn it to ash,” she says. She picks the flower, and tucks it behind her ear, weaving the stem into her hair.

“We should go out into a proper field when this is over, braid you a flower crown,” Wyll suggests.

“When this is over, I’ll be dead,” Karlach says, and there isn’t any heartbreak in her voice, it’s just as casual as her list of foods. “But it’s a good thought anyways. Would be nice.” She eats another honeydrop, and goes back to listing foods.

By the time they’re back at the Elfsong, she’s moved on to talk about the things she hates, coming back to the material and Baldur’s Gate, the things she’d forgotten in her decade in the hells. By the time they’re sitting up, curled in blankets, for sure not playing truth or dare, it’s everything bad about Enver Gortash, the bastard.

“His stupid hair’s the same. Ten years, same haircut, just as stupid! He thinks he’s such hot shit, with his stupid Bane worshiping and his secret cabals, but he’s not even good at sex! Mediocre at best!”

“I thought you and him weren’t in a relationship,” Shadowheart says, before she gets the better of herself.

“Oh, no, we weren’t together or anything, we just fucked. Twice. Three times? No I think twice. It’s been a decade. I mean, I don’t know, maybe he’s gotten better, but I doubt it.”

Astarion takes the bait. “How old were you, exactly?”

“Started working for him, I was seventeen, yeah? Couple months out from my birthday, I think. Got recommended from some work I was doing as a bouncer, y’know? Worked for him almost two years, before he sold me to Zariel. Now bet she’d be good at sex - horrible and evil and creepy, but hot as fuck. Way to focused on the work to think about it - probably the angel thing - I wouldn’t want to fuck her either but she’d at least be tempting, you know?”

“No.” Wyll says. “I think we’re all a no.”

“I mean, it’s like Mizora. Hot as fuck. Evil as fuck too, and you’d never actually trust her, so that would make the sex kind of shit, but if she wanted it to be good, it’d be really fucking good. Where fucker like Gortash doesn’t give a shit if it’s good for the other person, and even if he did, like, still wouldn’t be great. Gods I’m horny.”

“If I had a decade of forced celibacy, and the last person I slept with was Enver Gortash, I can’t imagine how horny I’d be,” Shadowheart commiserates.

“Oh, I have sex since him. Although I guess he was the last human I slept with, so that kind of counts.”

“You have had conquests since,” Lae’zel nods. “Dammon does seem suitable.”

“Oh, no, I meant while I was in hell. It wasn’t common, but I’ve fucked a few succubi. Been fucked by. Fucked over by. You know what I mean. Didn’t know it at the time, but that’s how they get you, am I right?”

“None of us have ever slept with a succubus, darling,” Astarion corrects. “Well, who knows what sort of things Gale’s summoned-”

“I have never summoned a creature - much less a fiend - to sleep with it!” Gale retorts. “Beyond the ethical implications, the danger is immense. Succubi and incubi often kill their targets during intercourse.”

“Yeah, one of them nearly got me, too. Didn’t, of course, I’m really hard to kill, but probably one of the better ways to go, honestly. I mean, I’m not exactly a fan of devils, but demons are fucked up. Like, I’d rather the stupid Wall of the Dead than be forced to fight in the Blood War again, but if I had to choose who won, I don’t want it to be the demons. It took me years to get used to the screams of people being eaten alive.”

Astarion almost makes a joke, doesn’t. The rest of them sit there in silence. Karlach continues talking, oblivious.

“If I burn up, the engine’s useless, so even if I did go back to Avernus, probably wouldn’t be fighting unless Zariel really cared, and I think that was more the engine than me, although I kind of wish it wasn’t. I’d want to just be a soul coin - the worst would be a lemure, it’s such a good thing you got out of that pact, Wyll, that would suck so bad. Being a coin would suck, but they all go mad within, like, a few weeks, don’t get anything but mindless screams after a month or so, and then you get used and go to nothing, which is better than being in the Wall forever. And if you aren’t being traded around, you get to die powering something cool. Like my motorcycle! Gods, I miss my motorcycle.”

“Your…motorcycle?” Gale asks. “That would be a rotating engine?”

“Oh yeah! None of you know what that is! It’s an infernal machine, two wheels, engine like my heart. You get on the back like a horse but it can go way faster, at least, faster than any horse I’ve ridden, which isn’t very many, so maybe some go faster, but it’s so fun. And you can stick out an axe or sword and just chop things in half, it’s so fun! I wonder if you could summon mine? I have no idea what happened to it.”

“Teleporting objects to you isn’t as easy as sentient creatures,” Gale explains. “Especially without having seen it before or a firm location. Theoretically it could be conjured, but that is not my field of study, and I wouldn’t begin to know how to build something like it.”

“Neither would I. Bet the Watch Factory would have enough parts, but I could barely pay enough attention to keep it running. Shame, would’ve been fun - I could ride my bike up the steps of Wyrm’s Rock and all over Gortash’s stupid face!” She laughs at that. “Aw, now I’m hungry.”

“Maybe we should stop talking and get some food,” Wyll says.

“Food sounds good,” Karlach agrees. “Hey, Lae’zel, I’m bored of talking, so it’s your turn, Truth, favorite food since you’ve been traveling with us.”

Lae’zel pauses. “You have a variety of single hand-based foods that are very practical in their ease of consumption,” she says. “Of the ones I have tried…one of the meat-filled hand pies.”

“Ooh, that’s a good choice. I know a place that sells hand pies that should be open this late. Well, I used to, they might have moved, or changed their hours, or died. We could probably still find someone, though.”

“Let’s get something from downstairs while the kitchen is still open,” Wyll suggests. “And then, maybe, we should get some rest?”

“Busy day of cracking heads tomorrow, I get you,” Karlach agrees. “You’re so smart. Man, I love you guys, you’re the best.”

They all echo the sentiment back to her, with varying levels of sincerity, and silently, to themselves, agree to not mention any of this, especially if she doen’t remember it in the morning. And, with more than a little guilt - best it was her. Even after all of it - the secrets that could have been spilled - isn’t it, surely, it must be -

It’s not easy, getting to sleep that night.

From: (Anonymous)

(op here) yes, yes, yes! thank you so much 😭 Karlach is indeed the perfect target for this prompt because we know awful things must have happened to her but she's so determined to focus on the good stuff and not center her own traumas that details only ever slip out if she thinks they'd make a good joke. I shall head to AO3 to comment straightaway