#GALE MY BELOVED

[dr-demi-bee]

Oh, Gale, you don't have to tell me twice 😍

[gangstagandalf]

“I .. we all… the .. the orb… what have I done… I was ready to .. to kill us all…”

“Shhhh my love, you didn’t. We’re here, and you’re safe.”

Gale’s grip tightens as he looks up as the first rays of dawn, the first breaths of a new day, hitting Tav’s watery eyes. “I would have condemned the the brightest of stars to death. What a fool I have been….”

Really bummed we didn’t get a sad Gale/panicked Gale after moonrise towers. No matter! Here’s my rendition of what that could’ve looked like for any galemancers missing the angst 🥹 Anyone feeling inspired enough to wrists a fic?? I’ll trade you some art!

[calluna-dekarios-dellamorte]

making progress, slowly but surely.

[elusiveclownbox]

I FUCKING SOBBING YALL got a cameo from tim downie and asked him to lovingly scold my durge and he positively delivered😭😭

[metalcrows]

Gale looks like he volunteers at animal shelters in his time off and gets really sad when he sees old dogs still there

[ottwayking]

Art of Tara napping on Gale while he reads?

Not quite what you asked for but I was inspired 💜

[ellaeved]

I made the cover of Gales book but I made it look like me and my partner. It’s not great but I am really happy with it.

[shadydruid]

✨️Commission✨️The

Guardian Archmages of Waterdeep - Gale Dekarios and his wife Leithien, the Golden Lady.

[fennellwitch]

Enough / Gale x Tav

Pairing: Gale x female!Tav (no class/race mentioned)

Warning: NSFW 18+ Angsty romance that becomes angsty smut, fairly vanilla- oral (Tav receiving); penetration; sickening displays of romantic affection

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Gale and Tav are equally filled with self doubt but they’re determined to make each know their worth. Romance, angst, needy shagging

Set somewhere around the end of Act 2 after the romance scene, but under the pretence neither Gale nor Tav have admitted they love each other yet.

Author’s note: This is my first soirée into fanfic writing so if you don’t like it, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. Let me live in bliss for a while longer!! I once swore I’d never write fanfic but here I am, hopelessly in love with that dumb fucking wizard (and at my ripe old age too, embarrassing stuff).

“Unfortunately Gale, it would appear I’ve fallen head over heels for you. Trust me, I’d prefer it if I hadn’t.” Tav joked, trying desperately to maintain her air of nonchalance. It was proving to be nigh on impossible, nothing about how she felt about Gale Dekarios was nonchalant. She was feeling altogether too chalant about the whole ordeal. Her sudden, unexpected dalliance with the wizard was setting her teeth on edge, he so much as looked at her from across camp and she felt like she’d swallowed a nest full of angry bees. Feelings like this only ended one way, she knew from experience, it was too much, too fast. She was too much. Whether it was the orb, the tadpoles or just Gale inevitably growing bored of her, she would find herself heartbroken and alone again, mourning a love lost. Like an idiot.

Gale had disregarded the jovial tone of her voice, instead he looked at her confused, stuck in a bizarre nebulous space he had created for himself somewhere between obnoxiously cocksure, and sickeningly anxious. A duality few could ever truly garner. Tav understood, she found herself in her very own version of uncertainty frequently, especially now so many people relied on her. She was happy for the company, and happy to feel needed but by the Gods it made her anxious.  

“I can be better.” Gale said finally, with an ironically confident nod. “What you’re seeing now is not a fair portrayal of my capabilities. You know I was so good. Incredible. The power I had- well, you wouldn’t even believe it. I am sorry this is the me you got to meet, but I promise I can be that version of me again. The crown will fix it, it’ll fix,” he paused. “Me. I want to be the best version of myself for you. I know I can be, with time.” He was speaking too fast, stumbling over his words like even as he spoke Tav might just disappear into the ether.

Instead, she remained, staring at him with big, glassy eyes pushing down tears that had begun making her sinus’ ache.  

All that self-doubt he was so terrible at hiding; that bubbled so closely at the surface, well here it was on full display and for Tav, it was like looking in a mirror. She took both of his hands in her own, squeezing his fingers gently. All she had ever wanted was to feel good enough, she couldn’t stand the thought that someone she loved...  

Loved?  

Fuck it, yeah loved. She could wake up in the morning an illithid, some tenticled monstrosity with no free will, or end up with a goblin’s arrow through her neck, she could fall off a cliff, or get mauled by an owlbear.

So, fuck it, fuck nonchalance.

She loved him and by the Gods she wouldn’t let him feel like she had, she would never even give him the chance to doubt just how truly and utterly loved he was.  “You are more than enough already.” She said simply. She wanted him to be able to sense her feelings for him, she certainly felt like they were radiating from her bright and obvious but he just looked away. He wouldn’t argue, he didn’t believe she would lie to him, perhaps she did think he was enough but she was duly misinformed. “Gale,” Her hand reached up to his chin, tilting his face toward her so she could meet his eye. “You could wake up tomorrow unable to summon so much as a spark from these fingertips and I would still think you were the most magnificent creature I’d ever laid eyes upon. I don’t need Gale of Waterdeep renowned wizard extraordinaire. I just want Gale Dekarios. My Gale. This sweet, ridiculous man sat right here, who is somehow utterly charming and completely tactless, who talks too much and tells terrible jokes. I could listen to you forever Gale. You have captured me mind, body and soul. I am transfixed by you, you utter, utter fool. How could I want anything more?”  

For once Gale was speechless. He opened his mouth to speak but no sounds came out and Tav didn’t have anything left to say. She was already laid bare.  

Instead of scrambling for more unnecessary words she kissed him, or he kissed her, they were unsure who leant into who, perhaps it was simply the gravity of their need for each other that pulled them together. It was a hard kiss, desperate, full of want, and relief. When Tav pulled back she didn’t go far, Gale sighed deeply against her. “I love you.” He whispered, his breath hot against her face. Her eyes closed as their foreheads touched.  

“I love you too.”  

The next kiss was slow, still needy, but savoured. Neither wanted to pull away, it took lack of oxygen to force them apart.  

Tav found herself inching closer and closer to him, her hands trailed his collarbone and chest. He began casting, but she put a hand over his, stopping him. “No,” She said, “No weave, no illusions, I just want you, Gale.”

His eyes shone with tears, but he swallowed hard and pushed them down. Instead he threw her a playful grin. “Not even mage hand?”  

“Not even mage hand.” Tav replied, before raising her eyebrow in an exaggerated ‘I’m thinking about it face’. “Maybe another night.” She purred, planting a kiss on his cheek. Gale chuckled deep in his chest, and the sound filled Tav with the warmth of a golden, sunny day. She realised in that moment that she would do anything to hear that laugh. She wanted to hear it every day of her life. If she did one good thing with her existence it would be making this wizard smile.  

They lay back, laughing as they got tangled in blankets and bedrolls. “How many could you possibly need?”  Gale laughed.

“I get cold! We can’t all conjure fire.”  

“You think that’s what I’m doing? I’m not... inside a tent?”  He asked with a baffled, incredulous tone.

Tav thought about it for a second before realising what she must have just sounded like. “Fucking hell, I’m degree educated!” She laughed.  

“Remind me to burn that certificate, inside a small, flammable den of course.”  

“Shut up.”  She rolled her eyes, before giggling once more.

They kept laughing as they found one another’s mouths again, peppering each other with soft, playful kisses. His fingers played with the hem of her shirt, stealing quick touches of her skin beneath the black cloth. She took it from him, yanking it over her head. His eyes scanned her form, it wasn’t the first time he had seen her topless but he still took the time to drink her in.

“Wow.” He breathed, seemingly to himself, the smile that spread across Tav’s lips could have made men go into battle.  

Gale bent over her, placing another long, hot kiss on her mouth. She could hear the static coming from his fingertips before she felt it. “Gale.” She warned, her voice low and disapproving.  

“Fine, fine. Just plain old me it is then. You’re a glutton for punishment, you know? You’ve seen what I can show you Tav, that’s just the start.”  

“I’d like to start with you. Gods forbid I want to give my full attention solely to the man I have professed to love.”  

“Say it again.”  

“Love. I love you, Gale.”  

He groaned deep in his throat and in the increasingly dark tent his orb pulsed with purple light.

“I love you.” She said again, she felt his smile against her skin between every kiss that he trailed her jaw and neck, across her collarbones and shoulders- slow and precise.

“Who needs Goddesses?” He murmured against her and maybe she made a noise that perhaps she would have found embarrassing once but not here, not with Gale.

He didn’t need magic for his touch to send chills through her, wherever he touched goosebumps appeared. His fingers ran up her sides lingering as he traced the curve of her breasts and found their way down her front, over her chest bone, her peaked nipples, down her stomach to rest happily back on her hips.

He slunk down, placing long kisses across her body as he did, and yanking at her waistband, bringing her trousers down with him. He undressed her deftly, with the efficiency of a man who knew he may be on borrowed time.

As he parted her thighs, he looked up at her with dark, needy eyes, wide with desire. She had never needed someone more in her life. Her fingers gently combed through his hair. As if she had wanted to appear nonchalant, it was laughable! As if she wasn’t vibrating with want, so utterly and irrevocably desperate for his touch, his tongue, for his sweet words that filled her with warmth, and the scratch of his beard between her thighs that filled her with fire.

She wanted to feel him in the deepest parts of her, wanted to be full of him so intensely she ceased to know where she ended and he began. She looked into those sorrowful brown eyes and wished she could say all of this aloud but a pit in her stomach opened that told her to stop, what if he didn’t feel the same way? She was being too much again, too intense, too needy. Later she would recognise how silly that anxiety was, especially in the position they were in. After everything that had been said that night. Confessions of love on both of their lips. How silly she was.

His chin rested on her thigh, and a smile spread across his lips. “You are so beautiful.” He said simply, and Tav wasn’t sure whether to moan or cry, or both. She didn’t have time to decide as he ran his tongue against her sending a current through her with an intensity she had long thought impossible.

She gasped as he gracefully used his tongue to spread her, running it between her folds to reach her clit. He lapped at it, each little gasp, each stifled moan willing him on, until she was whining his name. He pulled back, teasing her, desperate to see that face again, this time looking down at him with pure ravenous hunger. He couldn’t help the smile that played on his lips, couldn’t help the satisfaction that spread through his chest. He decided in that moment there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do to have this woman say his name like that everyday of his life.

Her fingers still in his hair tightened willing him on, and as he returned to his rightful place he felt them close into a fist pulling deliciously painfully.

He pressed a finger against her, teasing her again and she moaned in want. “Please.” She whimpered. “Gale please.” Even as much as he was enjoying making her wait, he was still only a man, and even his self restraint had its limits. His finger slid into her with ease, and he felt her immediately tighten against him, he groaned against her clit and her whole body shook. She watched in delight as he undid the buttons of his trousers and pulled out his cock pumping it steadily in his hand unable to resist her any longer.

As she watched him in lustful fascination she felt the familiar pressure, the heat, her whole body tensed in anticipation. “Faster.” She breathed and dutifully he did as he was told. His name fell from her lips as she reached the precipice and tumbled over it. He pulled back looking decidedly pleased with himself. In her pleasure addled delirium she yanked him up, stripping the shirt off him and placing a hard, desperate kiss to his mouth, her hands clumsily exploring his bare chest. She pulled him down toward her, his mouth trailing after hers just as desperate.

He fumbled with his trousers, kicking them off with clumsy haste; her hands immediately found his cock. She didn’t have his patience. As she pumped his breath got more and more erratic, his kisses more and more sloppy. “I need you.” He whimpered, his voice devilishly deep.

“I’m yours.” She replied simply, her own voice echoing his needy lust.

Her back arched as he entered her, willing him deeper, she wasn’t used to taking someone so big without resistance or pain. A wave of sadness washed over her that perhaps she had never truly felt desire, but it was quickly shooed away by relief. Relief that here he was, perhaps it was the lust talking but she never wanted this night to end, never wanted to be parted from him again. She wanted to tell him, to tell him what he had come to mean to her this past few weeks, how she never wanted to be without him but all she could muster was a whined “don’t stop” as her fingernails dug into his back.

Gale wanted to take his time, wanted to feel her inch by inch, warm and wet and tight, quivering and pulsing for him but the moment he entered her all thought left his mind. He wanted to stay this way forever, wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let go. He wanted to keep her safe and happy, so content, he wanted to wake up with his head on her chest, her fingers playing with his hair. He wanted to make her laugh, wanted to hear about her dreams, to wipe away her tears when she cried, to wash her clothes and make her dinner.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him in, pulling him deeper, he couldn’t help the moan that escaped from him lips and he buried his face in her hair breathing her in. She clawed at his back and it drew more noise from him, every sound made her clench firmer around him. If she wanted to hear him so she would. Whatever she wanted he would provide. Whatever her desire he would supply.

He slowed as his hand fell to her clit, and her volume rose, he wanted to hear her scream out his name, wanted to feel her climax around his cock, feel it drip down his shaft. His fingers worked fast and her nails sunk deeper into his back, he hissed and she released her grip. “No,” he groaned, “don’t stop.” She bit her lip and her nails dug deep as she felt her pleasure rise again.

He felt her convulse around him, as her muscles spasmed and he grinned keeping his rhythm constant and measured. It wasn’t long until he got his wish, his name flew from her mouth again and again. They would have some awkward complaints about the noise in the morning that was for sure, but for now neither of them cared. Tav wanted the world to hear how he made her feel, and more than that she wanted him to hear it.

Her legs found their way back around his waist and as she rolled through her orgasm she pulled him toward her, taking him fully in one swift, deft movement. She pushed a hand against his chest. “Let me get on top.” She panted and they rolled over, not breaking from each other.

She wanted him to finish, wanted to feel it fill her up, wanted to give him what he had given her, twice over. She got to her toes, and he moaned at the sight watching as she bounced on his cock, fast and deep. His hands rested on her ass giving her balance; his eyes darted between the sight of her sliding up and down his cock, her bouncing tits and the look of pure, unadulterated want on her face. He wouldn’t last much longer. “I’m yours.” She told him. “I’m yours. Heart, soul, body.” That was all he could take, he came hard, this time it was her name that rang through the air. He pulled her down toward him so her chest was flat against his and she buried her face in the nape of his neck. He smelt like patchouli and cedar wood, warm and spicy and Gale. He smelt like Gale. She wished the scent would envelop her.

He held her like that for a long while as they planted tired, lazy kisses over each others’ faces and necks. Eventually their breathing returned to normal, and they let out a shaky, satisfied laugh against one another. Placing a long, hard kiss on his lips, she drew herself off him with a soft gasp.

She didn’t move far, her head simply resting on his chest, her fingers dancing through his chest hair. His arm wrapped around her, and he drew lazy circles on her shoulder with his fingertips. She listened to the steady rhythm of his heart, matching her breath to his.

“When I’m scared Gale and I can’t sleep, which happens more often than not now. I lull myself to slumber thinking of you.” She said, the peaceful post-sex blanket giving her a bravery she didn’t think she possessed. “But I don’t picture you and the weave, or you mid spell in the middle of a fight, or even you fucking me, as impressive as you are in all regards.” She continued, and he chuckled against her. “No, I think about drying up plates as you wash them, of lazy Sundays in bed reading in soft sunlight, of baking you cakes and us picking out lampshades. You make me dream of mundanity, a life with you would be a life well lived.”

Gale kissed her forehead gently. “‘I love you’ doesn’t really seem strong enough anymore.” He said quietly. “You know I’m supposed to be the one who’s good with words and yet you leave me dumbfounded.” He paused, squeezing her tighter. “I hope we get to live that life.”

“I’m sure we will.” Tav said and surprisingly found that for once she believed it.

[excaryder]

Gale is the only one who can calm Durge, since he can litteraly connect their feelings through the weave ( you can't change my mind)

@mihawen ask me to draw them , so, hope you like it

[jawstarion]

me and the bad bitch i pulled being autistic

[junocornkiwi]

... Tav! Oh, I didn't notice you coming... But, since you're here... Do you mind helping me a little?..

I love him sm 🥺✨❤️

[pursuitseternal]

@lyristartist thanks for Merelind and Gale

“A woman would run through Fire and Water for such a kind heart” William Shakespeare

[calluna-dekarios-dellamorte]

Official Wet Wizard ™ Post!

I cropped some of my screenshots to fit as phone wallpapers!

Let me know if you use any, I'd love to see it!

[whaledenwtf]

Gale Dekarios X Sorcerer!Reader - Spin the Bottle

The Gale girlies of tiktok got their clutches in me and I want him. I already had my hands full with wanting Astarion AND Halsin but now Gale too? I can't believe I've dedicated so much time to PIXELS. Anyways, here's some wizard sex. :)

AO3 LINK: Here Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist: Here

Warnings: afab!reader and Male Smut, Body Worship ( Female Receiving), Creampie, Oral (Female Receiving), Misuse of the Mage Hand Cantrip (oh yeah), Praise Kink, Spin the Bottle Trope, Angst too!!! Sorry

I try to keep Gale as close to his character as possible but the idea of even entertaining Mystra in the fic for more than half a moment fills me with anger. So I try to only bring her up during the angst.

WORD COUNT: 5325

The last few days... weeks? Have been awful. Ever since you met all your companions in the wreckage of the nautiloid ship (and evidently, the wreckage of any normalcy) you've spent every day exploring the Sword Coast looking for answers and seeking guidance on how to rid yourselves of the tadpole. During the day, the heat is cooled by the breeze of the ocean, but nothing can quell the stress of the band of misfits you find yourself surrounded by.

"We should head to the cre'che. You may be too far gone, too weak, but I need the guidance of Queen Vlaakith." A chorus of groans echo Lae'zel's words.

"All offense, but I do not want a githyanki prodding in my skull." Shadowheart tells her annoyed. You roll your eyes, bracing yourself for the oncoming fight. You've been around them long enough to know that the daily Lae'zel and Shadowheart fight will have to be broken up by you, again. Lae'zel unsheathes her sword and points it towards Shadowheart.

"Just because you are a k'chakhi, doesn't mean (Y/N) can't understand reason." You look around and see everyone look annoyed. Well, almost everyone. Astarion always watches the fights with glee, bright smiles and wicked intentions.

"Excuse me? What did you just call me? I'll make sure Shar punishes you greatly." Shadowheart pulls out her mace. You can already tell this will get bloody. You walk in between them and put your arms out.

"Enough. For gods sake, both of you need to relax. You're both acting unreasonable." You cringe the moment you say those words.

"Unreasonable?!" They both respond, aiming their weapons at you. You roll your eyes, pulling out your staff.

"Point those weapons at me again and I'll make sure to cast a Hold Person so well you'll be stuck here until you transform." Everyone's mouths drop open at your words. You were a sorcerer, usually kind tempered, or you'd like to think so. This has been the tenth time you had to break up a fight between the two in the last three days. It was sickening, and you were at your wits' end. Astarion giggles with glee, clapping his hands at your words. You point your staff at him too.

"I'll cast it on you too-" He pouts at your words, no longer finding the threat fun when it's directed towards him. "Now all of you shut the hells up so we can go find more answers on what to do. No more fighting." Everyone nods silently. You exhale loudly and smile.

"Now let's go." Lae'zel scoffs, sheathing her weapon and bumping Shadowhearts shoulder as she walks past. You turn away and lead the group forward, going towards the Goblin Camp that is holding Arch Druid Halsin captive; the druids in the grove said he may have information on your tadpoles.

"I'm afraid that I cannot heal you. These tadpoles are different, and have magic that even someone as experienced as I cannot remove them." Halsin tells you sadly. The group groans at the tall elf's words. After completely eradicating all the goblins and other beasts in the camp, Halsin is still unable to help.

"However, I was able to track that they are coming from the Shadow Cursed lands, and may be tied to the Moonrise Towers." This was news! Not as good as you were hoping, but its a lead! A start to an otherwise longer journey.

"I appreciate you trying Halsin. Thank you." You tell him quietly. He nods, his hand on your shoulder.

"I should be the one thanking you. You have freed me and explained what Kagha was planning to do to the Emerald Grove-" Astarion cuts off the Druid.

"Yes yes, we get it. We helped. Seems like we did it for no reason." Without turning your gaze away from Halsin, you wack him with your staff. After a loud thump and Astarion's "ow", you smile at the elf.

"No need to thank me, Halsin. Your information will guide us onward." He nods, frowning for a moment.

"Once I get back from ending the Rite of Thorns, I will meet you at your camp and join you on your journey. I hate to ask more of you, but I need assistance with eradicating the Shadow Curse."

"More help?!" Astarion exclaims. You turn around, ready to strike again, but Gale beats you to it. He does you a solid and wacks him upside his head with a large tome. Astarion flinches, complaining about his hair. You smile at Gale in thanks, who winks in response to you before you turn back to Halsin, blushing.

"I'm sure in ridding the curse we may find more information about the parasites." Halsin engulfs you in a hug, and you laugh patting his back.

"Thank you, little one. I will trek to the Grove now. You are more than welcome to join me." You turn to look at all your companions, some of which seem eager to go back to the Grove.

"I think we should, just incase a rampant goblin attacks you again." Halsin chuckles, before letting go of you.

"Then let us make haste."

At the Grove, you watch as Halsin berates Kagha. Afterwards you see Zevlor run up to you.

"We must thank you (Y/N)! We gathered all our gold so we can give you something for your troubles." You watch as the man pulls out a small pouch, filled with everyone's gold. You felt pity, as the need to do good outweighed any reward, especially one so small. You knew taking their gold would leave them only with the clothes on their backs, and the supplies they had.

"Oh Zevlor, I cannot take this from you. Keep it for Baldur's Gate. We are just grateful we were able to help in time." He shakes his head.

"At least let us thank you. We can celebrate at your camp and share our wine and food with you." You ponder this.

"Something to destress may be necessary, lest we hear Lae'zel and Shadowheart fight again." Gale whispers in your ear. Your breath hitches. Ever since you pulled Gale of Waterdeep from the collapsing portal, you've been smitten. Despite his very human nature, his soft brown eyes, beautiful features and prose had caught your attention. He was gorgeous, and your heart yearned for him, mind, body and soul.

"If I have to hear the word cre'che one more time I might gauge my eyes out." You whisper back. He chuckles, the sound warm and it shoots straight to your core. You make your decision.

"I think a celebration with some wine, food and good company would be a great reprise from all the stress. We'll see you at sundown." The group cheers, excited for some wine and relaxation. This seems like the first decision everyone agreed with. You smile at them as Zevlor walks away, telling the tieflings about the celebration.

You were already drunk off the vinegar-like wine, teetering on the edge of consciousness and depravity. You see all your companions scattered across the camp; some entertaining the company of the tieflings, others drinking on their lonesome. This won't do! Your drunk mind exclaims. Before you could act on it, Astarion walks up to you, smirking.

"Well, hello to you sweetheart." You blush at his forwardness. It seems everyday you spend together he gets more bold in his words and touches, but he isn't Gale.

"H-hello Astarion." You tell him, stuttering from your inebriated state. His cold hand meets your arm, and you startle, sobering up momentarily.

"Just a hello? I was hoping for a better form of greeting." You roll your eyes at his theatrics.

"And what would that form of greeting be, my beloved?" You ask him sarcastically. He grins, his fangs glistening in the lowlight of the campfire and lanterns scattered about.

"Perhaps a kiss? Maybe a night, with yours truly? I can make you feel things no man has ever made you feel before~" He grabs your waist and pulls you close.

"No things a man has made me feel before? That's cute, but won't work on me." You tell him, slapping the side of his face as though he were a child.

"Won't work? Darling, it's true! I will make you crave my touch~" He whispers to you. You laugh in his face, and he frowns at your response.

"You should go into comedy with such jokes!" He lets go of you and pouts.

"You're no fun." You smirk at his words.

"Oh I'm plenty of fun. You're just not my type." He is taken aback.

"I'm everyone's type, sweetheart. You're just lying to yourself- or your standards are quite low." You really can't entertain his theatrics any longer, your eyes already looking around for Gale.

"Alright Astarion. As lovely as this conversation was, I've got to go." You pull away from him, spotting the wizard near his tent, a glass of wine in one hand and tome in the other. You rush towards him, before your journey is cut off by Karlach.

"H-hey soldier!" You smile at the tiefling.

"Hi Karlach. Are you enjoying yourself?" She nods, her body swaying.

"Of course! Between my engine sort-of working for now, and the booze, I'm on cloud nine!" She tells you, spinning in place. You giggle at her theatrics, before stabilizing her when she gets too dizzy.

"I was thinking of playing spin the bottle! Now that I can't burn people it would be fun to play-" She gives you puppy dog eyes. You feel bad for Karlach, you really do. A victim to Zariel, and now to her infernal engine, you can tell she just wants to be hugged and loved. You hug her, grinning. She grips you back tightly, sighing into your arms.

"Let's gather the others! Can't wait for the inevitable Lae'zel and Shadowheart kiss." You both laugh. You let go of each other and rally the others. You manage to get Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Gale, Wyll, Karlach, Astarion to join you near the campfire. Even Halsin decides to join, after you ask him sweetly. You're all sitting in a circle, with Halsin to your left and Astarion on your right. Gale is sitting directly infront of you, and you catch his gaze more than once. You decide that if anyone asks, the blush is not from the handsome wizard, but the booze. Yeah that'll work, you think to yourself.

"Can't wait to kiss you, sweetheart." Astarion tells you. You roll your eyes, taking a sip of a new bottle of wine.

"Get in line, fangs." Karlach tells him, smirking at you. You laugh at her words.

"Alright, alright. Let's get to kissing!" You smirk at everyone. After a minute of downing the bottle in your hand, you empty it and put it in the center of the circle.

"Now that little alchy finished drinking, who wants to spin first?" Astarion speaks up, smirking at your companions. With enthusiasm, Karlach shouts.

"ME ME ME!" You chuckle at her reaction, and give her the go-ahead. You watch her buzzing in her seat as she spins the bottle. It does one, two, three spins before landing on Wyll. They look at eachother, eyes wide.

"Oh shit-" Karlach whispers. The whole circle starts chanting, and after a minute of tense stillness they kiss. You all cheer, laughing and smiling. Then they don't let go, still kissing. The cheering gets louder,

"Oh gods, split it up." Astarion says, fake gagging. They split, gasping. Both of them are blushing, and you smirk.

"Had fun?" You tease them. They look away from each other, realizing the implications of their kiss.

"Alright, now Wyll's gotta spin!" You tell them, grinning. Wyll shuffles closer to the bottle, watching it spin until it lands on Halsin. You gasp, before cheering. Their kiss was quick, but you could tell Halsin was in control. He chuckles as they part, and Wyll sits back down. Halsin spins the bottle, and it spins for a solid ten seconds until it lands on Shadowheart.

"Now this will be interesting." Astarion whispers into your ear. You giggle into your hand, nodding. Your eyes split from Halsin and Shadowheart to see Gale watching you and Astarion's closeness with a frown. Before you could give him a look, you hear cheering. Your eyes glance back at Halsin, who pulls Shadowheart onto his lap and grips her tightly as they are kissing. Your eyes widen, lips parting.

"Oh." After a minute, they split, panting. Shadowheart stands from his lap, her legs left unstable from the powerful kiss. She fans herself for a second before spinning the bottle. It barely does a full turn before it lands on Lae'zel. You start laughing loudly.

"Absolutely not." She says loudly, already reaching for the bottle.

"Hey! No respins!" Karlach says, eyebrows furrowed. Shadowheart huffs. Lae'zel hasn't spoken up, just watching Shadowheart's plight with a grin.

"Fine. But watch yourself, githyanki. I will not hesitate to end you if there's any funny business." Lae'zel rolls her eyes, before pulling Shadowheart into a passionate kiss. Everyone's jaws drop as they kiss, all their verbal fights (and some physical, mind you) seemingly have turned into sexual tension. Lae'zel pulls Shadowheart into her, before pushing her under her. After hearing someone moan, you decide to cut it out.

"Okay, stop! Holy hells, if you're gonna do that do it in the privacy of your own damn tent." You tell them, grimacing at the sounds coming from them. Without a word, Lae'zel picks up Shadowheart and walks away from the circle. You guffaw, before turning back to the other companions, eyes wide.

"Um-" Astarion cuts you off, smirking.

"Alright! Since they left its my turn!" He claps, before spinning the bottle. It lands on you, and you groan.

"Come here, sweetheart." He whispers. As he closes his eyes, you give him a quick peck and turn away before he could wonder what happened.

"That was hardly a kiss!" He shouts, crossing his arms.

"Oh, boo hoo Astarion." You tell him, laughing. You spin the bottle. It does one, two, three, four turns, before it lands on the object of your attentions. Gale's eyes widen, and he freezes up.

"Pucker up wizard, it'll be done before you know it." Astarion sulks from beside you. You crawl towards him, blush deepening. When you get into his personal space, you sit down on your haunches and get comfortable. His hand goes to the side of your face, while the other goes to your waist. Your arms wrap around his neck and you meet in the middle.

This kiss was unlike any other you had in your life. The world around you disappeared, sounds muffled. All you could feel was Gale and his magical essence. You became tuned to one another, magic flowing freely between you both. His hands move around, the one on your hip going to the small of your back and pulling you closer, as the one that was holding your face goes to the back of your neck to hold you to him. Your lips open when his tongue traces the seam of your lips. Your tongues battle for dominance, and you moan into his mouth. That seems to snap him out of the trance, and he separates from you. You can see his deep blush, and he gets up and runs off. Your eyes follow him, and you furrow your brows.

"If he ran away because of your kissing skills, maybe I should be grateful you only gave me a peck." Astarion says. Your eyes snap back to his.

"My kissing isn't the problem. I'll go check on him." You get up, dusting the dirt off your legs and walking towards his tent. When you turn around, to glance at your companions, you see Karlach and Wyll cheering on Astarion and Halsin as they kiss. You roll your eyes and look forward, going into a jog so you could reach Gale's tent sooner.

When you get to his tent, you cough outside so he can hear you. You hear him mutter a "come in" so you enter slowly. When you enter his tent, your eyes widen. Its larger on the inside, and looks homely. There are towers of tomes and books, some old and some new, and your eyes are taking in the beauty of the bigger-on-the-inside tent that reflects Gale's personality. When your eyes stop wandering, you notice Gale sitting on the edge of his large bed, hands holding his head as he sits dejected.

"I wanted to check in on you." You tell him quietly, walking closer to him. He sighs, and looks up at you.

"I'm sorry-" You reach him in two short strides, and kneel so you are below him. His eyes follow your movements, and you see the sorrow and sadness lurking in his beautiful brown eyes.

"You never need to apologize to me Gale. Are you okay?" You ask him softly. He sighs again, frowning.

"I'm not." He says quietly. You know he's upset, by the succinctness of his words.

"You can always tell me what's wrong. You know I care about you-all of you." You save yourself at the last moment. Now's probably not the time to admit your feelings, especially when he doesn't seem receptive to your advances.

"I'm just-" He exhales loudly. "You're not the issue here, (Y/N). I am. Everything I have done, everything I do, was for her. Now I feel lost, between the bomb inside my chest and the tadpole in my head, I feel as though I have no control over anything." Your hands gently takes one of his, holding him softly.

"You are the most talented wizard I have ever met, Gale of Waterdeep. You have control over everything, more than most of us." He shakes his head, eyes getting misty.

"You're wrong, you know. I have lost favour with my goddess, and have lost control over my emotions it seems. I just ran away from you and you still check in on me. Gale's Folly, I once named my demise. But it seems everything I do adds to my torment, and it affects others." You go to deny him but he cuts you off. He turns to the side, looking in the distance.

"I have always known my purpose, since I was young. Hone my powers, control the weave. Serve my goddess. The universe that was once kind to me has turned against me, against my reverence for Mystra. I was cursed, am cursed. In the deepest darkest shadows of my folly, I met you. A sorcerer who I respect and admire greatly. Now I am destined to lose that too-" You grip his hand tightly.

"You have not lost me yet, Gale." You whisper gently to him. His face snaps back to yours, his eyes searching yours for the truth. All he sees is your honesty and admiration.

"I do not deserve you." He whispers, shedding a tear. You wipe the tear away, holding his face.

"It is I who does not deserve you, Gale. You've been hurt, badly. I would never expect anything from you more than what you are ready to tell me. You must know how important you are to us, to me." He looks down at his lap, pondering.

"I've always felt the need to do anything to serve Mystra. Even sacrifice the deepest parts of myself for her, if she had asked. Many times, she had. But you; you ask nothing more from me. You give without taking, and I don't understand how you think I am deserving of your kindness." He whispers.

"Gale. You are magnificent. I care about you, more than I care for the others. Ever since I pulled you out of that portal I knew that you'd be someone I'd care for. Since then, all I've done is fallen more for you. You don't need to reciprocate any feelings, but you have to know how much someone cares for you- I care for you. You are worth much more than Mystra has ever given you credit for." His eyes snap back to yours, widening at your words.

"I did not realize-" You cut him off gently, the hand on his face squeezing slightly.

"I was afraid to say anything. I understand your trepidation regarding your situation. If I was in your position I would have given up long ago. But please, please do not think for a moment you are not worthy of love. You are kind, good of heart and deserving of more than most of us in camp." He pulls you into a hug. Your arms find themselves around him, squeezing him tightly. Your head finds itself in the crevice of his neck, inhaling his scent of old books and hazelnut; a scent you could only describe as Gale.

"I'm sorry. I do care about you, deeply. I have not felt such a way since Mystra, but sitting here with you now, I have never felt such acceptance and understanding. I'm afraid of what darkness the future holds, but it does not seem as dim if you are there with me." He tells you into your ear. You sigh, nudging your nose deeper into his neck. You leave a soft kiss on the side of his neck before pulling away.

"I'll help you rid yourself of the Netherese Orb, and then the parasite. You are not alone." His hands grip the sides of your face.

"I can never feel alone when I'm with you." He pulls you into a kiss, and the adoration he feels for you translates in the movement of his lips. You kiss him softly, before pulling away.

"I do not want to take advantage of you when you are feeling so low." You gaze at him, admiring his looks. His eyes, long dried from the tears, shine in the light of his tent.

"I want to be here with you. No advantages are being taken. Please-" He pleads, begging for you. You bite your lip, and his eyes follow the action. He rushes forward, sliding off the side of the bed and kneels in front of you. He pulls you into a kiss, desperation and need coursing through his blood. You moan against his soft lips, all worries and fears dissipating into the night air. He pulls away from you, panting.

"Those sounds... You're entire being... No magic can compare to your beauty." He whispers, his breath fanning against your lips. You blush under his gaze and words, unable to reply.

"I want to show you my love the way gods do, please let me." He tells you against your lips, kissing you again. Your hands cradle his neck, thumbs trailing up and down the column. You pull away again, shaking your head.

"I don't need magic, or gods. Not when I have you right here infront of me." He pulls away, a deep blush on his face. You notice that it goes down his neck, reaching his chest; as well as the tips of his ears, which are also tinged crimson at your words.

"Are you sure? I can make you feel things, see things.... experience things beyond your wildest imaginations-" You cut him off, pouting.

"You already make me feel those things, Gale. Can't I have the man in front of me? I am no goddess, and you needn't seek my approval. You already have it." He nods, before taking your hands and pushing you forward so you're laying against the floor. His fingers link with yours and pull them above your head. You're panting, breasts heaving and grazing his own chest. His gaze trails from your features down to your neck, then further down to your chest.

"Gods. Seeing you in such a state makes me reconsider if I am truly cursed. You're ambrosial." His face goes to your neck, peppering kisses and licks up and down. You moan again, your arousal climbing higher. Your hips begin to grind the air, praying for solace, pleading for his touch. He bites down on you, blunt teeth tickling your skin. You gasp out, back arching so your bodies are fully touching.

"Please, please Gale." You whimper, eyes closed and lips parted.

"What do you need, my love?" He asks you huskily, still licking and kissing your neck.

"I need you." You wail out, eyes watering from his teasing.

"Not as much as I need you, my sweet." With a wave of his hand, both your clothes dissipate. His eyes wander, admiring your body. Your hands go to his chest, caressing the hair there. For a moment, your fingers hover over the tattoo, before touching it with such gentleness. He exhales at your touch, eyes closing while your hands wander. Your hands go to his shoulders where they caress the tense muscle there. He smiles before opening his eyes, adoration shining in them.

"You are a goddess." You squirm under his words, blushing deeply. His hands start to caress the sides of your torso, going up to your breasts. His thumbs start rubbing against your peaks, the rough texture of his fingers making you whimper. Your hands squeeze his shoulders, as you look at him pleadingly.

"Gale, don't tease me." His eyes glace up to your face, as he lowers himself closer to your chest.

"Don't worry my sweet sorcerer, I'll make sure this night is magical." His lips take in one of your nipples, as he begins to suck and bite. You gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. As he worships your nipple, his other hand begins to play roughly with the other one. His empty hand waves, and a mage hand appears and takes both your wrists in its mystical grasp, placing them above your head like Gale had done moments before. He moves to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

You whimper under his actions, panting and arching into him. One of his hands trails down to the apex of your thighs, and begins to caress your core. You exhale loudly through your nose as you bite your lip, groaning. He comes off of your chest with a pop! and grins at you.

"My sweet, are you this wet for me? Can't wait to spread you open and taste you for myself-" His hands spread your legs as far as you can go, as he lowers down. You feel his breathe on your core. For a moment, nothing happens, but then he summons two more mage hands to hold your thighs open as he begins to taste you.

His tongue licks the side of your thighs, as he places open mouthed kisses on your hot skin. He does this for a minute, just worshipping your skin, and then he licks up your core. He moans into you as he tastes your slick, eyes closing.

"Ambrosial, just as I suspected-" He opens his eyes and looks at you as you watch him attentively. "I can't wait to taste you until I bring you to other planes of existence." He attacks your pussy with fervor, licking and prodding at you. His ambidextrous tongue works wonders on you, he spreads you open further with his fingers, as he brings his tongue into you. You gasp at the intrusion, hands struggling against the grip of the mage hand, wishing to push him further into you. As he continues to taste you, his concentration wavers and the mage hands dissipate. Your hands latch into his dark curly locks, tugging at him as you continuously plea don't stop. He chuckles into your skin, as he pulls away.

"I won't stop worshipping you until the end of the night, my beloved. I promised you magic, and you'll take it like a good girl." You whimper at his words, slick leaving you. He licks it up from the source, moaning into your skin. As he goes to take your clit into his mouth, two of his thick fingers caress at your entrance before going in to the hilt and curling upwards. You caterwaul at the attention, hands gripping his locks tighter. He licks and sucks at your clit, fingers pistoning in and out of you. You feel your nirvana quickly approaching.

"G-Gale I'm close, so so close. Please-" You beg him, eyes closed. He hums against your clit as he curls his fingers curve upwards. You've hit your peak, back arching into the sky and thighs tightening against his head. You see explosions of colours behind your eyelids, and your body is weightless for many moments. As you come back from your high, you open your eyes to see Gale admiring your face; his fingers lazily pumping into you. You clench around his fingers as you pant, eyes still unfocused.

"O-oh-" You whisper, head hitting the floor as you close your eyes to try to get your bearings. Gale chuckles at you as he removes his fingers from you, tasting your spend on his skin. As your breathing gets back to normal, you open your eyes again to gaze at Gale.

"I want to please you-" He cuts you off, picking you up off the floor with relative ease and depositing you onto the bed.

"If you do that I know I will not be able to please you as long as I'd like." He tells you honestly as he licks his lips. You surge forward, capturing his mouth against yours. You can still taste yourself on his tongue, and it excites you further. Your legs lock around his waist and pull him into you, his cockhead bumping into your clit. You split from each other, admiring one another.

"Take what you want from me, Gale of Waterdeep." He moans at your words, and grasps his cock in his hand.

"You don't know how you affect me, (Y/N). Your words, your scent, your taste. I can't wait to take you and make you mine." As he speaks, he thrusts into you in one quick motion, bottoming out inside of you. You both gasp, the connection unlike any other you had ever experienced in your life.

"Please make me yours Gale. I'll be anything you want, do anything you want. Just make me yours." He begins to thrust into you, his pace rough and deep. He continues to hit that spot, and you feel your orgasm coming again.

"I'm s-so close." You whisper into his ear, kissing the side of his face. He turns and pulls you back into a passionate kiss. He pulls your legs over his shoulders, and you feel his tip kiss your cervix. You gasp against his lips, panting.

"That's right, sweetheart. Let go-" His words bring you to your crest, and you babble as your brain short circuits. As you reach your peak, he does as well, moaning out your name against the column of your neck. His hips stutter to a stop as he releases inside of you, the clenching of your pussy too much for him. He collapses onto you, kissing your neck and whispering sweet nothings to you. After a moment, you pull him into a gentle kiss, savouring the moment with him.

"You are perfect." He whispers to you as you part. Your hand caresses the side of his face.

"You are the perfect one. I hope I can spend the rest of this journey reminding you." You tell him softly. He closes his eyes, smiling at your words.

"How can I ever consider myself less than when I am in your embrace?" You blush, pulling him into a hug. After a moment, he gets up, getting a cloth to clean your mixed spend from between your thighs. Once he deems you clean, he lays back down next to you. You spend the rest of the night cuddling, hushed words of love and appreciation to one another.

The End.

[gangstagandalf]

Head canon in which Gale is still trying to convince Tav that detonating the orb will save them. 🥺

God I love this little nerd. Gale x my Tav