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Where are all the Gale girlies at?

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Warm Palms

Clive Rosfield x afab reader Fluffity fluff, slight spoilers, mentions of period

Clive has always been a light sleeper from a young age. From his training as a Shield of Rosaria and later a captured soldier of the Imperial Army he knew sleeping left you vulnerable. Any slight noise was a threat that needed to be assessed, then either dealt with or dismissed.

He would admit, however, that he had been sleeping somewhat easier since you’d started to join him in bed.

Too long had both of you ignored the feelings bubbling under the surface, only coming to a head after a pint too many of Molly’s brown. Molly had headed off to bed when the two of you were her only remaining patrons, and to avoid your voices echoing around the ale hall Clive had invited you up the stairs to his room to finish off your drinks. It was only when the two of you entered, he realized he didn’t have anywhere to sit - the chair at the desk being the only seat in his room. So, the two of you had sat on his bed, knees knocking, until a combination of the sweet smile on your face as you listened to him speak and a surge of confidence had resulted in his lips meeting yours before escalating into a passionate, frantic kiss.

You’d spent your nights in his bed ever since – whether he was there or not, he’d discovered, returning late one night from an excursion and finding you fast asleep in his sheets.

It takes him a minute to realize what’s woken him up. The waters of the blighted lake lapping upon the walls of the hideaway, the soft hoot of the stolas in his chambers, and then a soft grunt of pain coming from your side of the bed.

Your breathing is different, not the steady state of one asleep, but that of someone trying to tolerate discomfort. You shuffle ever so slightly, obviously trying not to disturb him and wince as you do so.

“Darling?” He whispers.

“Sorry,” you mutter back. “Go back to sleep.”

He leans up, slightly – you’re facing away from him. “What troubles you?”

“It’s nothing,” your voice hitches for a second. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He places a gentle hand on your shoulder, tilting you towards him so he can see your face, catching a wince.

“Love?”

You open your mouth but take a moment to say anything. “It’s my monthlies.”

“Ah.” He nods, as if he knows much of the subject. The truth was, you were the first woman he had been intimate with and though you had been together a fair few months now, he hadn’t heard you mention them previously, assuming they had happened in times of his absence. “Painful, I take?”

“Mm. It’ll pass.” An unconscious grimace crosses your features once more. “Please, go back to sleep. You never get enough – I feel guilty for disturbing it.”

“I can hardly sleep easy knowing my lady is in discomfort.” He sits up then, reaching for his discarded linen shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ll go down to the infirmary, I am sure Tarja will have something…”

Your hand grasps his arm, stopping him before his feet touch the wooden floor. “No, Clive. Please don’t wake half the hideaway on my account. I’ll be fine, I promise.”

He frowns – he doesn’t want to go against your wishes, but he can’t lie back down knowing you’re in any amount of pain. You’re so precious to him, every wince or soft noise of pain is like a dagger to his heart.

“Please.” You reiterate, and he concedes, dropping his shirt back.

“I must do something.”

“Just stay – that’s enough.”

But there must be something more he can do, he thinks, as he leans back against the wall slightly, taking you in his arms and pressing his lips to your forehead in what he hopes to bring momentary comfort.

A conversation overheard dredges up in his mind – a time in the infirmary, after Tarja insisted he sit still for ‘at least ten minutes’ after she had stitched up a gash on his arm and he’d complied to save her the stress. From the other side of the curtain, he heard her speaking to one of the young girls of the hideaway who’d started her monthlies, providing her with information, talk of painkilling draughts and herbs and also a mention of a warm compress upon her stomach to relieve the cramps.

He looks at his palm in the dim light. Since the reawakening of Ifrit all those years ago, he’d tamed the flames that ran underneath his skin more and more, able to change the intensity at will. He concentrates hard, just enough to bring an imperceptible layer of warmth to his palm and touches it experimentally to his face – he’d never wish to burn you. It feels soothing upon his skin.

“Do you trust me?”

“You know I do, love,” you mumble from your place on his chest.

“Roll onto your side a moment.”

You don’t question, doing as you’re told. Maybe if you hadn’t been tired and uncomfortable you would’ve questioned it more. Once you’re on your side, Clive readjusts himself onto his own side, his broad chest pressing onto your back and he slips his hand around your waist, dipping below the slip you wear to bed, up your thigh and eventually landing on your stomach. You’d gone to protest, unsure of what he was thinking, but when his palm pressed upon your skin it was comfortingly warm, soothing the rolling waves of pain in your stomach.

“Does that help?” He asks, tentatively, but he had already felt your tense muscles relax at his touch.

“Very much so.” You sigh into the pillow. “How…?”

“Thank Ifrit.” He presses a kiss to the side of your head, before rubbing soothing circles upon your stomach.

“Thank you.” You reply, softly. “It feels wonderful.”

“Anything for you, my darling.”

Clive continues to rub his palm on your stomach until he hears your breathing slip into the rhythm of sleep he knows so well. He nuzzles his face into your neck, feeling content. His palm remains in place all night, the warmth keeping the pain at bay and granting the two of you a restful sleep.

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Ghostdog: I'm on my period and I can't find my hot water bottle, so Clive's imaginary palms will have to do.

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Moon Cycles

Pointless Halsin fluff, afab reader - mentions of period

You wake alone, which is not unusual, but there is a dull, somewhat unfamiliar ache in your stomach, encompassing your pelvis.

It had been many months since your last moon cycle, just before you’d been kidnapped and a tadpole had slithered through your eye. You had been concerned you’d been with child – nightmares of a half mindflayer baby erupting from your stomach – but no such thing had come to pass. You’d confessed to Halsin one night and he’d assured you in times of high stress that it was not unheard of for moon cycles to pause, until your body settled back into a natural rhythm of things.

Now, as you recall how generally awful they made you feel, you wonder why you’d ever worried about their absence.

You turn and nuzzle your head into your partner’s pillow, closing your eyes and inhaling his lingering scent, trying to imagine he’s still there.

Halsin is an early riser, up often before dawn itself. He likes to start off each day with a patrol around the perimeter in his wildshaped bear to make sure it remains safe and secure for his community. You used to wake as soon as his arm released its hold on your waist, a mumbled protest before warm lips pressed against your forehead in a kiss.

“Rest, sweet one.”

He’d tuck the furs back up around your shoulders, smoothing a large palm over your hair back and forth until you settled and you’d soon sink back into slumber, despite how often you promised yourself that today was going to be the day you joined him on his duty. It had been a while now since you’d woke at his departure, but the way you woke up every morning with the furs tucked just so, you knew he still made sure you were warm and content before he left.

His absence this morning gnaws at you more than any other - a stupidly desperate need for comfort as the ache worsens. You, the hero, the savior of Baldur’s Gate reduced to sulking in your bedroll over your moon cycle.

Despite how much you want to remain curled up, the children’s voices grow louder and louder from outside your hut. They too are early risers, though know to wait until the sun is at least risen in the sky. You wince as you get to your feet, the pain seeming to grow worse the more awake you become.

But there are hungry mouths to feed.

With a resigned sigh, you force yourself to wash your face and dress and feel guilty for the smile you plaster on as you retreat from your hut to be greeted by a chorus of orphans.

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It was an accident.

Yenna and a couple of the other children had been chasing one another – a lovely sight to see after all the atrocities they’d witnessed, of course – but they’d grown a little too rambunctious, not looking where they were going, too consumed in their game. The large pot of porridge you’d made now lay on its side, dropping it when Yenna had crashed into your side at speed.

“I’m so sorry,” she mumbles, looking truly horrified as you stared at the split porridge. You should say something – anything – to console her, but no words come.

You cut her off with a sob as you drop to your knees, overwhelmed. You can’t do this.

“I can make more! I promise I can,” Yenna blurts out, trying to heave the pot back upright. Little fingers begin to prod at you, demanding what’s wrong as you bury your head into your knees.

“By Silvanus, what’s happened here?” Halsin’s voice booms as he enters the clearing, taking in the scene before him. The children’s attention is diverted towards him immediately, all scrambling towards him.

“Yenna bumped into Mama and she dropped the porridge pot!”

“Is anyone hurt?”

A young tiefling girl tugs at his tunic. “Daddy Halsin, Mama is crying.”

“Mama is…” Halsin’s voice drifts off as he searches for you, finding you curled up in on yourself – a most unwelcome sight. He hurries over to you at once, dropping to his knee and laying a hand on your arm cautiously, scanning you over.

“Are you injured, my heart?”

You lift your head, tears streaming down your face, shaking it frantically. “N-no, I just… I-”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He wraps you up in his arms at once, pulling you flush against his chest as he feels your body tremble and brings you up to your feet. “Tasha, please will you go fetch Art and a few other of the adults?”

Tasha nods, hurrying off in the direction of the other huts before Halsin steps the two of you in the direction of your own. “I will be with you in just a moment, darling. Go lay down.”

You nod again, trying to wipe the tears from your cheeks with the heel of your hand as you quickly scurry back into your sanctuary, making for the bedroll at once.

Halsin turns to settle the rest of the waiting children, all unsure as to what they have just witnessed. “Now, then, I see some fine fruits and honey laid out that will satisfy any rumbling tummies until a new batch of porridge is ready, hm?”

“I’m so sorry,” Yenna apologises again, mortified. “I didn’t look where I was going and I didn’t mean to make her trip.”

Halsin crouches down to face her as a handful of children begin to help themselves to the sundries on the table. “It is all right, Yenna. Those tears are not for split porridge, I am certain.”

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Your tears have dwindled to soft hiccups as you lay on your side, knees tucked up into your chest when the door opens and quietly shuts once more. Halsin is quick to lay behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a long kiss to your crown before he speaks.

“Your moon cycle has returned.”

You twist in his arms, wanting to see his face. “How did you know?”

He smiles, sheepishly. “Truthfully, I could smell something different about you when I rose this morning. I should’ve stayed.”

“It wouldn’t have changed anything.”

“I would’ve insisted you stay in bed whilst I brewed you a tea to relieve the pain. I was ambitious, thinking I could complete my patrol and return before you woke.”

“Stop blaming yourself. I am the one who sobbed over split porridge. Poor Yenna.”

“Yenna is fine, my heart. In fact, she is making a new batch as we speak, aided by Art.” He begins to rub a circle with his palm on your lower back.

“I feel such a fool.”

“That is one thing you can never be.” Halsin presses a kiss upon your forehead as you begin to relax in his embrace. “Allow me to prepare a warm compress and the tea, and then I shall dote on you for however long.”

“We do not have time to be doted or doting on one another-”

“We do – I insist upon it.” His tone is firm – reminiscent of his Archdruid days. “Yenna is quite keen to take over cooking responsibilities the rest of the day. Enid is going to take the younger ones down to harvest the vegetable patches. The camp will survive without us.”

You wince as a cramp starts, digging your nails into his arm.

“I cannot bear to see an ounce of pain across your brow, my heart. I must go prepare that tea.”

You’re reluctant to let go, feeling pathetic as you pout. “And then more cuddles?”

Halsin leans down and presses a long, gentle kiss on your lips. “With the Oak Father as my witness, the cuddles will be endless.”

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I am sad and I'd just like some Halsin cuddles, please hence... whatever this is.

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HELLO FRIEND

IM NEW TO TUMBLR SO IM SORRY IF I MISSED ANYTHING

BUT YOUR DOVE LEON KENNEDY SERIES IS ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS IVE READ ON TUMBLR ITS SO GOOD AND BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN

UR SO AMAZING TRULY

BUT IS IT EVER GETTING UPDATED

JUST ASKING IM SORRY LMAO 😭

Hello!

Thank you so much - I'm so glad you like it 🥰 Yes, it is still being worked on, I promise! I've just had a couple of rough months irl and it's left me with writer's block. Trying to get back into the swing of things. I'm not sure when exactly it will be updated but it means a lot to me so it's definitely not getting abandoned!!

Thanks to everyone for being so patient with it ❤️

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Let me boop you please 🥺😭

Sorry, anon! Boop away ❤️

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Never stop feeding us with your fics! I have no idea how I keep coming back to read your fics <3 Love you and please never stop writing!

Oh, gosh - I'm so sorry, I have no idea how I missed this in my inbox. You are the absolute sweetest, thank you so, so much xxx

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hihi! just sending a lil message saying i binged your writing and really love your characterisation! every piece has lot of charm and it’s wonderful to read!! I hope you have a lovely day

Thank you SO much, anon! This is so sweet. I hope you are having a day that's as wonderful as you are <3

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Okay, let's try and get outta this funk with some quick-fire prompts.

Taking requests for drabbles (100-500 words) for the following characters only, please:

Clive Rosfield Barnabas Tharmr Cloud Strife Vincent Valentine Leon Kennedy Gale Dekarios Halsin Silverbough

Thank you! x

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Hii! Sorry if I'm bothering you. Are you taking a break from writing by any chance? It's just that you didn't say anything and I'm not seeing any activity from you. I'm a lil worried, are you alright? I can send you a dm if you need someone to talk to.

Hi, anon. Thanks for reaching out, this was super sweet. ❤️

I'm still here, work has been really stressful recently and I've been suffering writer's block for an age. I have some time off now so I'm hoping to recharge and reset - work has just been taking up so much of my mental energy, ugh!

Thank you so, so much for dropping in my inbox, that really meant a lot xx

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Are requests open?

Hiiii, lovely!

Yeah, my requests are always open - I just can't guarantee they'll be fulfilled! Some I dwell on for absolute months, but please feel free to send a request in if you like.

If you 100% are after something, I do take commissions and am happy to discuss! The "longer" commissions are currently closed atm on Kofi but I have 500-1,000 word slots open xx

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Hi! I was wondering if there's any opportunity for another Gav fic 🥺

Hi, anon! I'd never say never, do you have any prompts in mind? x

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I requested Halsin angry after Kagha imprisons his crush after trying to stop the Rite of Thorns from Amanda and it was beautiful. Go treat yourselves with a request ❤️

BG3 Fic and Headcanon Requests Open

Hi friends, I wanted to let you know that I do take requests for BG3 fanfic. I feel most comfortable/interested in writing scenes with the following characters:

Gale Dekarios

Halsin Silverbough

Astarion Ancunin

Dammon

I'm also super interested in your AU's and interesting subversive ideas. Stuff like Dark Gale, Gale in his younger years. Etc. Feel free to give me a challenge. I'm 100% down for it.

Shoot me an ask if you have a request and I'll do my best to fill what I can!

Anyway that is all. I love you, bye.

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Cloud Strife x reader: I wouldn't mind holding your hand Bedside Manner Sparring

Sephiroth x reader: Betrothed (snippet of a wip)

Vincent Valentine x reader: Materia Pops Fat Chocobo

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Who will be lucky number 1400?!

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Gale x reader

Bedtime Tales (fluff)

Halsin x reader Teaser & Teaser 2 Nettle Soup (fluff, sickness, angst) Moon Cycles (female reader, mentions of period, fluff) Nightmares (gn reader, angst, fluff) Rescue (fluff)

Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi