#as gale not reciprocating his interest

[bhaalble]

Have accidentally created this dynamic between my Dark Urge and Astarion

[theweirdmasquerade]

gale, sir, I am not sure why you thought at *any* point that aris was flirting with you but I am glad you finally got the picture

[moonselune]

Could I request a Tav that has a gorgeous sibling, that has stolen at least one of Tav's lovers in the past, and tries to put the moves on one of the boys when they get back to the city?

ooohooohoooooooooo I love this

Gale:

The library at Candlekeep was a sanctuary of knowledge and tranquility. Gale was engrossed in a tome, his mind deep in the arcane intricacies of a spell when he heard the soft padding of footsteps approaching. He looked up to see your sister, a vision of beauty with her hair cascading in waves and eyes that sparkled with mischief.

"Gale," she purred, stepping closer. "I've always admired your intellect and… other qualities."

Gale arched an eyebrow, sensing the underlying tone of her words. He had heard about her previous antics and was prepared to be anything but tolerable. "Is there something you need?" he asked, keeping his tone polite but distant.

She moved closer, her fingers brushing against his arm. "I was hoping we could get to know each other better," she murmured, leaning in as if to kiss him.

Gale stepped back, his expression one of clear distaste. "You must be joking," he said, a hint of laughter in his voice. "The very idea that I would be interested in you rather than dear Y/N is frankly laughable."

Her eyes flashed with surprise and embarrassment. "But… why?" she stammered.

Gale's gaze softened slightly, but his resolve remained firm. "Because I love them," he stated simply. "And nothing you could offer would ever tempt me away from them."

With that, he turned back to his book, chuckling to himself, leaving your sister standing there, her cheeks burning with humiliation. You walked in, a brow cocked at your sister, wondering why she looked distressed and it didn't take you long to piece together why.

Smugly, you strode over to Gale, placing your chin on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around him, kissing his neck. Gale flustered but reciprocated and your sister quickly left to leave you to your private moment.

"I love you," You told him between kisses.

"I love you more." Gale smiled and held you closer. Your sister long forgotten.

Halsin:

Halsin was tending to his herbs and potions in the corner of the camp, his hands moving deftly as he worked. Your brother approached, a feigned look of distress on his face.

"Halsin, I feel so unwell," he said, clutching his stomach dramatically. "Could you please help me?"

Halsin glanced up, his keen eyes immediately recognizing the act. "Of course," he replied, though his tone carried a hint of skepticism. Especially as this was only one of your brother's latest acts. "What seems to be the problem?"

Your brother stumbled forward, leaning heavily on Halsin. "I just need some… intimate attention," he said, his voice dripping with insinuation.

Halsin's brow furrowed in confusion and then realization. He gently but firmly pushed your brother away, his expression one of clear rejection. "I'm afraid you're mistaken if you think I would fall for such a ruse," he said, his voice calm but stern.

"But Halsin, surely you could make an exception," your brother pressed, trying to regain his footing. "I know nature calls to you just as it calls to me, primally."

"It does," Halsin shook his head, his eyes unwavering. "But my heart belongs to your sibling. They are the one I care for deeply, and I will not be swayed by your attempts," he said firmly. "Now, if you are truly unwell, I will help you. But if not, I suggest you leave."

Your brother's face turned red with embarrassment, and he quickly retreated, his plan thwarted. As he walked away you approached Halsin, no words needed to be exchanged and you relaxed in his embrace, knowing that his heart was yours, and yours was his.

Wyll:

Wyll was in the middle of practicing his swordplay near the camp when your sister approached, her eyes gleaming with mischief and intent. She had a reputation for causing trouble, and Wyll had heard the stories, but he always gave people the benefit of the doubt.

"Oh, Wyll," she exclaimed suddenly, her voice filled with a dramatic tone. "I feel so faint!" She staggered forward, pretending to swoon, and Wyll, ever the gentleman, instinctively moved to catch her.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

She batted her eyelashes at him and clung to his arm, her face inching closer to his. "Oh, Wyll, you’re so strong and handsome. How could I ever resist you?" She leaned in for a kiss.

Wyll's eyes widened in realization, and he immediately pulled back, letting her drop unceremoniously to the ground. "What are you doing?" he asked, a mixture of confusion and disgust in his voice.

Your sister looked up at him, shocked and embarrassed. "I thought—"

Wyll shook his head, laughing at the absurdity of the situation. "You thought I would choose you over my love? The very idea is laughable. My heart belongs to them, and nothing you do can change that."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving her sitting in the dirt, her face red with humiliation.

Astarion:

Astarion was sharpening his daggers by the fire, his eyes reflecting the flames, when your sibling approached, their steps deliberate and their eyes predatory. Astarion glanced up, sensing their presence, but he kept his focus on his task.

"Hello, Astarion," they purred, their voice dripping with false sweetness. "I hear you're quite the expert in, shall we say, matters of blood?" They extended their arm, a small cut visible on their wrist. "Care to help me clean up?"

Astarion's eyes narrowed, his nostrils flaring slightly. He could smell the desperation and deceit. He leaned closer, his expression turning from mild interest to utter revulsion. "Your blood stinks," he said bluntly, pushing their arm away.

They recoiled, shocked and offended. "What did you just say?"

Astarion stood up, his gaze cold and piercing. "I said, your blood stinks. And more importantly, you disgust me. Do you really think I would prefer you over my beloved? The very idea is laughable."

He turned away, leaving them standing there, their face flushed with shame and anger, the sting of his words lingering in the air. "Oh darling you would never guess what just happened-"

Rolan:

Rolan was busy studying his spellbook, completely immersed in his magical studies, when your sister approached, her intentions clear to everyone but him. They sat down next to him, leaning in far closer than necessary.

"Rolan," she whispered, their breath brushing against his ear. "I've always admired your intellect. Maybe you could teach me a few things… in private?"

Rolan looked up from his book, blinking in confusion. "Huh? Oh, sure, I can teach you some spells if you want," he said absentmindedly, turning back to his book.

They placed a hand on his thigh, leaning even closer. "I was thinking of something more… personal."

It took a moment for the implications to register, but when they did, Rolan's eyes widened, and he burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face, his laughter echoing through sorcerous sundries.

"You… you really think I'd be interested in you?" he gasped between laughs. "That's hilarious! Oh gods, that's rich. You should be a comedian at the Elfsong!"

Your sister's face turned bright red with humiliation and anger. "But—"

Rolan wiped the tears from his eyes, still chuckling. "Oh, please. The very idea that I would choose you over Y/N is laughable. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some actual important things to do."

He turned back to his book, leaving them fuming and embarrassed, her plan thoroughly thwarted. He was still laughing to himself when he returned to the tower and you looked up in him at confusion yet he wouldn't tell you what happened, just suggested that you should skip your trip to your sister's next month:

Raphael:

The elegant and opulent atmosphere of the Hells always had an air of temptation and danger. Raphael lounged in his luxurious chamber, a goblet of fine wine in his hand, when your brother approached with a sly smile.

"Raphael, I've heard so much about your… unique talents," he said, his voice smooth and seductive. "Perhaps we could make a special deal, just between us."

Raphael's eyes flickered with amusement and disdain. "Oh? And what could you possibly offer that would interest me?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Your brother moved closer, his intentions clear. "Anything you desire," he whispered, leaning in.

Raphael laughed, a sound both melodious and menacing. He pushed your brother away with a flick of his wrist, sending him sprawling. "You really think I would choose you over your sibling?" he scoffed. "The idea is utterly laughable."

Your brother's face flushed with anger and humiliation. "But I thought—"

"You thought wrong," Raphael interrupted, his tone icy. "My interest lies solely with them. You are nothing but a poor imitation."

With that, Raphael dismissed your brother with a wave of his hand, turning his attention back to his wine, his loyalty to you unshakable.

Hope y'all enjoy this - Seluney xoxo

[theactofknowing]

Can I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to shy gn crush confessing to him?

confessions

⋆·˚ ༘ * the BG3 boys/reserved!reader * ༘˚·⋆

MILD game spoilers/references to mid-game story progression. you’ve been warned!!

someone who’s reserved isn’t typically what astarion looks for. he’s reserved in a sense—keeping his secrets: conditions and history, close to his chest; but he holds himself up with self-confidence and independence. your quiet and reserved nature is off putting—until he began, reluctantly, talking to you in the hopes of gaining your protection. as time went on, he found out that you weren’t that horrible—maybe he didn’t mind you too much. when you confess to him, he doesn’t find it surprising—it is him, after all. he’ll lightly make fun of you, but he won’t turn you down.

sweet, sweet gale. if you manage to confess before he does, he’s pleasantly surprised—considering how quickly he gets attached to someone. when you confess to gale and you’re unable to meet his eye, he’s not the type to affectionately tease you—he’s preoccupied by the fact that you are actually interested in him. gale is a confident lover when time passes between you, but he spent ages under mystra’s hand and a year locked in his tower—he’s a little rusty. gale and a reserved partner go hand in hand; gale likes to lead in a conversation and in a relationship, and you’re more than happy to put your trust in him.

wyll is graceful and chivalrous. when you come to him in camp one day, obviously nervous, he softly holds one of your hands and soothingly runs his fingers over your knuckles. if you’re hesitant about love and PDA—don’t worry, wyll is the man for you. wyll likes traditionalism, he likes to take it slow. you’ll have time to ease into the relationship because he’s courteous—chaste kisses, fleeting touches.

halsin is someone easy to chat with. his nature is kind and open, relatable—from one leader to another, and it’s easy to fall into a conversation with him time and time again by the fire. halsin says he can sense the good in you, and it’s only natural to fall by your side. when you do manage to confess to him, it’s no surprise. he was simply waiting for you, and it’s only right to slip into this dynamic with him.

you never quite had the opportunity to confess to dammon when he still occupied the grove, so it’s a welcoming surprise when you find him in the grim scenery of the last light inn. dammon always appreciated that you were kind to him as the tieflings were never looked upon favorably, so he’s just as happy to see you. dammon is sweet and soft spoken, willing to take the initiative when you can’t. when you come to him at the inn, visibly nervous and preoccupied with yourself, he indulges you in small talk about his trade until you’re able to speak whatever it is you’re thinking of. it’s easy for him to reciprocate, and he promises you a private date in the city.

it’s obvious rolan saw you in a less than favorable light at first. to enabling his siblings’ wishes to stay at the grove and failing to save them in the shadowlands, rolan wasn’t pleased with you—no matter how pretty he thought you were at first. to his surprise, you save his siblings, and he maybe starts to feel a bit guilty. rolan reeks of self confidence, but finds himself struggling to apologize to you and admit that maybe you’re not that bad. he later laughs when he realizes that he was just as timid as you were during the whole ordeal, entirely standoffish—it completely eases the worries of your confession.

zevlor isn’t someone who looks for romance. he isn’t a terrible bachelor—not unattractive or generally unlikable—he’s just preoccupied with handling himself and the people he looks after. when you came to the grove, zevlor found that he admired you—one leader to another. you advocated for his people, you made sure they were well, and he liked that you were dependable and trustworthy. when you confess to him that you find him just a bit more than admirable a day before the tieflings are set to leave the grove, he’s shocked. the feelings are easily reciprocated, and he wishes to see you again sometime—maybe in the city.

thank u for the prompt. astarion was the most difficult to write for. feel free to send me requests on my page!

[ecoterrorist-katara]

Ka/taang: friends-to-lovers or the Friend Zone?

It’s almost axiomatic, in any ATLA shipping discussion, that Ka/taang is the friends-to-lovers ship while Zutara is the enemies-to-lovers ship, and that differences in shipping tastes can be boiled down to whether you prefer FTL or ETL.

My first ship was Percabeth. My biggest ship was Klaine. It took me until Mockingjay to let go of my Gale-and-Katniss-are-childhood-friends rose-tinted goggles and start liking Everlark. I started dabbling in ETL because of Zutara, but I’m incredibly picky about it (do not ask me how many Dramione fanfics made me irrationally, disproportionately mad).

All this to say: as a longtime friends-to-lovers enthusiast, I should theoretically love Ka/taang. But…

My difficulty with Ka/taang as a friends-to-lovers ship boils down to this: Aang and Katara’s friendship was always narratively framed as insufficient, because Aang liked her from the start and always wanted a romantic relationship. And imo that dynamic really colours their entire friendship.

I like to think Aang would’ve been a ride-or-die friend — the type to give up the Avatar State to rescue her, the type to commit ecoterrorism and help her get arrested, the type to make her a flower necklace to cheer her up — even if he didn’t have a crush on her, but I will never know that. We never got to see the pure friendship part of friends-to-lovers, because the spectre of the romantic relationship was always there. Before the last five minutes of the show, Katara’s feelings for Aang range from “plausibly interested” (The Headband, Cave of Two Lovers) to “doesn’t hate it” (Day of the Black Sun, The Fortuneteller) to “no” (Ember Island Players). Yet Katara’s eventual capitulation to reciprocation of Aang’s feelings was always depicted as inevitable, starting from s1 when the prisoners during Avatar Day reassured him that she’d “come around” because he’s a catch. It’s as if friendship, even one full of devotion and mutual love like the one they share, is not enough.

And that’s just totally antithetical to what I love about a friends-to-lovers dynamic. I love romances where characters value each other outside of attraction, when they see each other for who they are (this goes double for pretty characters like Katara, whose complexity and imperfections are just as important as her beauty and her care for others). I love the idiots in love sub-trope, where they’re obviously into each other, yet do a bunch of mental gymnastics to remain in comfortable denial (we got a little bit of this earlier in the series, but by s3 we were firmly in Aang-pines-and-Katara-deflects territory). In every friends-to-lovers story I’m simply obsessed with the confess-and-kiss scene, but the version we got in ATLA was ruined by the lack of reciprocation, twice.

Over time, because Aang was written as so insistent about his affections, Ka/taang went from a friends-to-lovers story to a Nice Guy Friend Zone “why doesn’t she like me” story. I mentioned Everlark earlier: I got the same ick for Gale in Mockingjay as I did for Aang in s3, where the woman is not interested yet he still badgers her about it. (And considering Gale is canonically hot, I don’t think the relative attractiveness of Aang is the issue here). But Gale’s insistence was presented as his problem, his lack of empathy, his self-righteousness; Aang’s insistence was just a part of his quest to get the girl.

A lot of people say Zutara is a female fantasy, whether they mean it in a positive or pejorative way. Nobody says the same about Ka/taang, even though women definitely have friends-to-lovers fantasies too. A good friends-to-lovers story reminds me of all the times when I was an idiot before getting together with a friend I was actually head-over-heels for. Ka/taang reminds me of all the times when I was not interested in a friend and they didn’t respect my preference. Friends-to-lovers is a delicate balance, maintained only by unerring mutual respect and unconditional care for each other, and it can veer into Nice Guyism if the writers aren’t thoughtful about why this dynamic is so appealing. Which is exactly what happened with Ka/taang.

[randoimago]

May I ask for Astarion, Wyll, Shadowheart, and Gale having a 'Wait, why am I jealous?' realization of their romantic feelings for Tav? (For the record, Tav is romantically interested in the companion, too, because I can't handle angst right now 🥲)

Realizing They Have Feelings

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Character(s): Astarion, Wyll, Gale, Shadowheart

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Might be tiny hints of angst just because of character backstory mentions, but I did my best with these for you!

Astarion

He doesn't get jealous. People get jealous because of him. And yet, the way he sees one of the harpers at Last Light look at you. That look of reverence for saving them.

One that almost looks at you like a god and a face that flusters when you catch their stare. Astarion, feels the twisting in his gut and it causes him to pause.

Yes he's flirted with you. He's lied and said he's into you. But now, he's not sure it's lies anymore.

And that scares him a bit. With how uncertain the future is, his survival, dealing with Cazador, well it's just a lot of uncertainty and does he even have the time to think of his feelings? Well, Astarion is nothing if not selfish.

Of course he knows your feelings towards him and that makes his admittance a bit easier on his part. The confessing about his intent on manipulating you was a bit harder to get off his tongue especially with the hurt you display.

But you accept his apology and Astarion is so lost on how an actual relationship or whatever you both have is supposed to go. But he's happy to explore it with you.

Gale

Gale flirts with you quite a bit. He doesn't even hide the fact that he finds you attractive. You have a very attractive face, why would he hide his affection? But it never really was anything beyond just simple flirtations.

And then he sees how that tiefling blacksmith smiles at you, how you smile back and he can't help pouting.

For a split second, he's a bit frightened that the weird feeling in his stomach is the orb before he sighs in relief that it's just jealousy.

And then he gets more pouty at the fact that he is jealous. Perhaps his fondness of your pretty face is about more than just your face.

It takes a bit of practicing his speech, redoing certain sections and sighing loudly at how ridiculous this is (but he also finds the amusement in it too).

Eventually, he tells you the truth of his affections. His harmless flirtations had evolved into actual romantic feelings towards you. And the brightest smile crosses his face as you return them. Now you just got to help him not explode and you'll be great.

Shadowheart

Shadowheart thought she was ready to kill Lae'zel before. But now she's hearing comments about your scent and how the gith wants to claim you.

The cleric can't help but scoff and take a sip of one of the thousands of bottles of alcohol that you have in your pack for some reason. Maybe she could throw one of the copies of Traveler's Guides books at her since you have so many copies for some reason.

What Shadowheart doesn't understand is why she's so upset. You're an adult, you can make your own decisions and enjoy yourself with whomever you wish.

And yet, you saved her. You've accepted her silence and wish to keep secrets. And it's at that moment, Shadowheart realizes that she's jealous and she can't help scoffing again because how did she get so pathetic?

She wants to stay silent, keep her feelings a secret as well, but she can't hold them back. Especially when her secrets are revealed to you and then you ask about her favorite flower of all things.

Her feelings end up coming out and instead of turning away and rejecting her (like she expected of all her reveals), you accept them as well. And even reciprocate. She's going to need another bottle of alcohol and this time, she hopes you join her in the drink.

Wyll

He's not really one for jealousy. A dash of disappointment, maybe, but he's got enough demons and devils that he doesn't need to think about the green one.

That's why whenever he sees you flirting with another, well it does give him some disappointment that perhaps he is too late due to his slow realization.

There's also some self consciousness that comes with it too. After all, Wyll isn't as charming or handsome as he once was with the new horns growing out of his head.

Still, he can't help but cherish the memories he had when asking for a dance and you agreeing.

Considering he had gotten this far with a dance, Wyll decides that he might as well tell you his feelings that have been slowly, but surely growing.

Imagine his surprise when you accept him, half-devil appearance and all. Wyll can't help finding his worries silly in hindsight, but he'll laugh at himself later. After he's had that dance.

Taglists: @reo-the-leo @unhelpfulnpc

[clericofgale]

I was planning on writing something serious about Gale...but this came out instead. I have no idea why I'm posting something so unhinged. It's only Gale that make me this way. I sincerely believe Gale is a switch at heart, but since I've seen many wonderful treatises on bottom Gale I think I'll do the other side.

In this post I shall prove why Gale would make a great Dom/top and what I think he'd enjoy. NSFW.

This man is compassionate, open-minded, empathetic, and interested in your pleasure. He is a consent god. All traits of a S-tier dom. He'd be the supportive yet firm type. It's not only Halsin that exudes that energy, I think Gale does too! In my experience types like Gale are usually very good at it. Being a good top requires a good base of knowledge of the human psyche and anatomy. You're basically a sex nerd hacking brain chemicals while doing elaborate roleplay, and Gale is no stranger to research, and taking notes. You need good empathy to gain insight on your partner and feel what they might be feeling. It's very important for knowing when to stop. Being interested in your pleasure means he won't be purely taking. Good play to me is all about swapping and blending each other's energy and being a two-way street.

You always liked the idea of being worshipped. Adored. Obeyed...

This is a line from origin Gale that the player can choose. This man wants to be a god. He wants to be worshipped, and if he can't get that in the form of godhood I don't see why that can't be indulged elsewhere...

Speaking of indulging, when you tell Gale you prefer him naked at the party, he'll reply "I'll be sure to indulge you when you get home." with a smirk. And the teasing kiss where you are denied until Gale reciprocates is prime control material. He would enjoy teasing and denial.

He's a giver because he wants you to come undone and into a puddle of mess. He wishes to find your limits, what makes you tick and what doesn't. He will study every reaction, every weakness...and use it against you. He is an artist and your sounds of pleasure his notes in his newest piece. Gale would enjoy using his oratory talents to overstimulate you to tears, hands gripping your legs tight so you can't escape. You'll be teetering on the edge of wanting him to stop, but he never crests over the limit.

Look at the astral scene! He didn't lose concentration the whole time. Gale would love long elaborate scenes involving illusions. He enjoys showing you the wonders and limits of magic, things you've never seen before. The reassuring way he tells you to not be afraid because he's here with you during the boat scene is the exact tone he'd use while blowing your mind. Imagine the tools he will have at his disposal. Evrad's black tentacles? Mage hand? Simalcrum?

He's a teacher at heart, and have you heard the way he says "very good" during the weave teaching scene?? This man will be using praise and encouragements when you're most vulnerable. Gale enjoys positive reinforcement to get you to submit. Why use harsh words and punishments to get things done, when he can make you kneel all on your own? His buffing lines includes things like "Go on, excel" and "make me proud", and you do so very want to make him proud.

You just know he's great at aftercare. He's the only one to even think of bedding while bedding you, after all. He will always have reassuring words, or a fun joke to break the tension, and plenty of fluffy blankets on a warm bed.

In conclusion, Gale (especially postgame mortal Gale) would be great as a dom and thank you for coming to my unhinged Ted talk. *Bows*

[angellayercake]

Thinking really hard about how easily a Raphael romance could have been added.

Only if you accept his deal and only if you reciprocate all his flirting (because no one can convince me he isn't flirting genuine or not) you can suggest the two of you consummate your newly signed deal and then that is that right?

But then if you decide actually I've made a mistake, the Emperor wins you over, or you decide that Gale deserves the crown more, you break into his House of Hope and discover things between you are not as you thought.

You find he has written about you extensively, in his diaries, in his little stories, he even has your signed contract pride of place in his archive that is filled with centuries worth of treasures. It's flattering at first learning how much he has thought of you, how important you are to his plans but the more you find, that you even haunt his dreams, the bigger the knot of unease grows in your chest.

Your exploration continues until you get your invitation to the boudoir and of course that is a temptation you can't resist. Haarlep greets you and is eager to tell you how Raphael is interested in no one but himself but you know that's not entirely true. Between your night together and everything you have discovered thus far you know. So you tell them, maybe even boasting slightly that perhaps you are the exception but all the reaction you get is a smirk and assurance that being an object of his obsession has always worked out well in the past.

You could heed their veiled, smugly given warning or you could continue on with your mission. In this scenario Haarlep can be convinced to help you without either sleeping with them or killing them. They would gladly give you the key to the safe just to have a front row seat to the showdown between Raphael and his rebellious new pet. You find the pass code for your contract which gives you pause.

His heart's desire? You know it is the crown and the power that will inevitably come with it but that little phrase being used in association with you makes you question more than anything else so far if you are doing the right thing.

And then there is Hope. Maybe you feel sorry for her, maybe you can't squash down that flicker of jealousy but then as you learn more and more about her, why she is there and what he has done, you realise what you are about to do is exactly what earned Hope these years of imprisonment and torment. Deprive him of something he wants desperately. So you have one last chance to make a decision and you better make it quickly.

The master of the house is coming...

[amoromniaodium]

I hate angst, but Clegan has been making me feel horribly sad. I wanted to see if any of you are interest in an extremely angst fic. I am posting for the first time this is my first full on prompt I hope you guys like it. This is probably horrible but here you go:

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Gale Cleven was born unloved. His father despised him, beat him, and screamed at him. His mother was coldly indifferent to her husband's treatment of their only son. This harsh upbringing forced Gale to adapt to any environment, learning to read people so effectively that he could almost predict their words and reactions. However, sometimes his gift didn't work properly he does not see it coming; his scars and bruises from his father were telltale.

Gale Cleven grew up feeling cold and unloved, so detached that it seemed something within him had broken; he had never felt warmth in his life.

Gale Cleven grew up in profound loneliness, constantly questioning if things would ever improve.

He didn’t have friends because he moved so often. His shyness and disinterest in typical boyhood activities meant that no one approached him.

Gale Cleven was always pretty—not handsome but beautiful—and that beauty frightened him.

That is why, when he entered flying school and met the men who made him feel warmth for the first time, Gale Cleven became Buck Cleven—a person with friends and love.

Buck Cleven was born, but Gale Cleven still lurked in the background, waiting for the warmth to fade and the cold to return.

Gale Cleven loved Bucky Egan deeply and loyally; he was the only one for him. This obsession or loyalty might seem abnormal to the average person, but Gale had grown up cold, alone, and unloved, and when he finally felt warmth, he clung to it.

Bucky Egan was the hottest and brightest being out there, the sun that kept him warm on the coldest days.

However, what Gale felt for Bucky Egan was not reciprocated, and it only took one evening outside the pub for him to realize this.

It was at that moment that Buck Cleven broke in half, and Gale Cleven re-emerged. It was then Buck realized that, like the sun, Bucky had many orbiting him. Gale was just one of many, the farthest from the warmth, not even a planet—a dwarf planet like Pluto, forgotten and cast aside.

When Buck Cleven saw Bucky kiss someone he knew, so deeply and lovingly, he realized he meant nothing.

Isn’t it funny how naive he was to think that someone like Bucky would ever love him or be there for him? Buck had given his whole self, his broken soul, only to be cast aside and destroyed again. Perhaps it was better that it happened now.

Buck Cleven ceased to exist. Why should he be kind and present when he was not valued? He cast aside the name Buck, a name given to him by the man he loved, and decided this was it.

No more touches, no idle chatter, no more loving glances, no more following and waiting to be acknowledged.

He would be Major Gale Cleven, performing his duties well, but he would no longer yearn for John Egan. It was over.

Like his father, John Egan had taken a piece of his soul, destroyed it for laughs, and handed it back.

Gale Cleven realized that there was no such thing as emotion, love, or peace—there was only living.

[mamasturn]

gale meeting eden's parents 🤭 nervous out of his mind

meet the mr & mrs., major gale cleven

pairing: major gale cleven x eden marie. content: in which gale meets the eden’s parents. an: hehehehe, thanks for your patience, doll. tags: @turn-thy-paige @neeville @ineedafictionalman @ihe4rtisa @lovebyceleste

"Don't be nervous," Eden soothed gently. She caressed his broad shoulder in reassurance. She could feel the way his body trembled beneath her touch and what she was once confident in, began to make her weary. He was that nervous to meet her parents?

Contrary to popular belief of the times, Eden was born to educated parents. Her mother was a nurse and her father was a teacher who retired just a few years prior. He spent time tutoring children in mathematics and science, his area of expertise. She had a sister who passed away at a young age, therefore she grew up as the sole child in the home.

Her parents were kind and loving people. She'd hardly seen them angry or act inappropriately, so she struggled to see why her boyfriend would be so nervous to meet them. But, she had to remind herself that she knew them in a way he didn't, and meeting her parents was supposed to be intimidating. He should want to make the best impression possible.

"They'll love you, doll," she reassured, pressing her lips against the corner of his mouth. "Promise."

The journey to her parents' home went by quickly. Soon, they were outside the door of the brick home. As Gale stood at the threshold of Eden's childhood home, his heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He smoothed down the front of his shirt, adjusted his collar, and took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

As the door swung open, revealing Eden's parents, Gale couldn't help but notice the warmth in their smiles. They greeted him with open arms, an action he was not anticipating. Eden's father, a sturdy man with broad shoulders, a thick beard, and dark eyes, extended his hand in a firm handshake, "Major."

Gale shook his head, "Gale, sir. Nice to meet you." Her father's eyebrow quipped in approval. He nodded slowly and Eden's mother stepped in front of her husband, a soft smile on her face.

Eden was a spitting image of her, just deeper in complexion and with her father's eyes. Her mother's embrace was warm as she enveloped him in a gentle hug, expressing her delight at meeting the man who had her daughter head over heels. "Wonderful to meet you, Gale."

Gale reciprocated their gestures, offering a genuine smile and a polite greeting. He was mindful to convey respect and sincerity in his words and actions, knowing how important this moment was to both Eden and her parents, who was smiling joyously at their interaction.

"Gale."

His eyebrows raised at the stern calling of his name by Eden's father, who'd long finished his meal and was patiently waiting on dessert. Gale hummed, "Yes sir?"

"When you plan to marry my daughter," he said gruffly, "come to me first, y'hear?" Gale's face reddened but the shy smile on his face failed to conceal his joy. It seemed that they were on a better foot than he anticipated.

Gale nodded once, "Yes sir."

Throughout the evening, Gale engaged in conversation with Eden's parents, eager to learn more about their family and background. He listened attentively to their stories and anecdotes, finding common ground and shared interests along the way. Eden's father, though no pilot, had an interest in the mechanics of planes, and Eden's mother enjoyed gardening just as his mother did as a child. Small similarities that were bound to bring about a strong connection between them.

Despite his initial nerves, he found himself feeling increasingly comfortable in their presence, swaddled by their warmth and hospitality.

As the evening drew to a close, Eden's parents expressed their approval of Gale, Eden's mother squeezing him tight and pressing a kiss against his temple. The love of a mother seemed to heal wounds he thought were long closed.

Her father gave him a hefty pat of approval and a stern look, a sign to remember his comment from earlier in the dinner.

"Wasn't so bad now, was it?" Eden teased as he prepared to take her to her apartment. Gale smiled softly and shook his head, "Not at all." The seas of anxiety had been replaced by waves of relief and gratitude. All he wanted was for the parents of the woman he loved to love him too and it seemed to be working in his favor.

Walking away from the evening, he knew that this was just the beginning of their lives together as a couple, and he was eager to continue fostering strong bonds with both Eden and her parents. And it was a journey he couldn't wait to embark on. Together.

[mollywog]

I wish you would write a fic where Madge survives and ends up back in District Twelve with Katniss before Peeta comes home.

Thank you for playing @jomiddlemarch!!

I’ve actually written a little of a Never Hijacked Peeta idea for @thgcommentfeast that marginally fits this…

I was tickled by the idea of Gale begrudgingly agreeing to become a rescued-from-the-Quell-Peeta’s roommate in District 13… if sort of morphed into a Gadge concept, but anyways, hers a rough cut snippet…

Maybe she’d come back, and maybe she’d marry him, but he’d still have to live with the fact that he’d be second choice to a dead boy and what kind of victory was that?

So he told his mother he’d watch mandatory viewing at the Everdeens and he’d told the Everdeens he’d watch at home and instead he went to the Mayor's house.

He knew Madge was interested. He hadn’t missed the way she watched him when she thought he wasn’t paying attention. So when he showed up at her backdoor, she looked surprised, but didn't hesitate to sneak him up to her room.

They don’t touch at first, or really speak for that matter; Just watch the screen in silence.. until the alliance splits at the tree. He turns away as the star-crossed-lover’s share a parting kiss to find Madge watching him. Her eyes dart to his lips. He knows what she wants, who she wants, and it’s definitely not Peeta Mellark, so he leans in to kiss her. She reciprocates eagerly: soft and warm and smelling like honeysuckle. Better still, she’s kissing him as if he isn’t second best.

His face is buried in her neck, her hips rolling into his thigh when the shout of his friend’s name on the screen catches their attention. He unceremoniously leaps from the bed to perch in front of the screen.

It’s chaos.

He can feel Madge creep up to his right to get a better view, but doesn’t spare her a glance as the both watch intently.

The broadcast can’t keep up with the action. Katniss’s vitals are blank, but she’s still listed as active. If he doesn’t trust the reporting, it’s confirmed by the panicked cry’s for Peeta off screen. Shots alternate between everyone but her, until the camera finally finds her. She’s standing in plain view, bow tilted towards the sky rather than at the two targets in sight. Her arrow flies, trailed by a golden tendril. Then the lightning strikes and the screen goes blank.

“What has she done?” Madge says with a breathy laugh, her eyes wide in awe, but Gale doesn’t have a chance to question her, before the power cuts out.

Writing ask

[pastrydragon]

Gale and Rolan HC's since my older post about them got like 20 likes at once all of a sudden

Gale and Rolan

Getting together

As mentioned in the previous post https://www.tumblr.com/pastrydragon/741996288014516224/ok-but-gale-and-rolan?source=share , Rolan is the one trying to instigate the relationship.

And while Gale isn’t oblivious to the flirting he is hesitant to reciprocate at first so he acts like he doesn’t know what’s happening.

On one hand it’s highly probable Rolan’s infatuation is based on gratitude or his admiration for Gale’s talent as a wizard. He might not be interested in Gale as a person.

On the other hand, Rolan IS very attractive and ever so intelligent, Gale feels like they could talk for days and never become bored of one another’s voices.

And he seems to remember every little detail of him. How he likes his tea, what book he read last, Gale’s pet peeves and anxieties.

Rolan gives a sense of importance to everything he does for Gale, from picking out a wine he thinks he’ll like to meticulously proofreading one of his research papers.

It’s important because it’s for Gale.

Because Gale is important, so important that Rolan looks at him like he’s the center of the universe.

On one hand he knows Rolan can be callous, stubborn, self destructive and self important.

But on the other hand he’s brave, dedicated, self sacrificing and so wonderfully brilliant.

His eyes are warm when he looks at Gale and his hands are just the same as he holds him closer and closer as he’s allowed to.

His lips are warm too.

Being Together

Gale calls Rolan “Dear” “My love” “My light” 

Rolan calls Gale “Dearest” or “Dove”

Cal and Lia call them “Gross”

Rolan: “Well leave then!”

Despite Cal and Lia’s theatrics they do like Gale quite a lot and are happy to hang out with him without Rolan present, even if he does ramble about weird shit they’ve never heard of.

On the other hand Rolan is not entirely sure how he feels about Gale’s mother and Tara.

They’re very kind to him and they make Gale happy so he has no actual problem with them, he just wishes they would mind their own business just a little more.

He has enough self preservation to never say that sentiment aloud of course.

Gale will however complain to Rolan about that exact thing even though Rolan is for some reason not allowed to.

The long distance aspect of their relationship is the only actual problem with it.

But with two such talented wizards working away at it, a permanent portal between their two towers was erected.

Rolan’s tower became their library/office/magical item vault while Gale’s tower became their actual home.

Rolan and Gale love to spoil one another.

Rolan showers Gale with gifts. Books, knick knacks, exotic treats and earrings.

He also lays it on thick with the compliments. “You’re so lovely, to both see and experience.” “Your voice is song and your smile art.” “There is no joy like that of your presence.” 

Gale shows love through food and praise since Rolan did not get a steady supply of either throughout his life. “You’re doing brilliantly!” “Your dedication is inspiring!” “You really are amazing.”

[morose-magnetrix]

My brother and I finished our BG3 playthrough today. He had the most interesting time with the romance lmao

His goal: woo Astarion

It doesn’t seem to be going well, but in early act 3/ late act 2, Withers tells him he has a bosom companion! Yay!

Astarion refuses to do the love test with him.

It’s Gale. He’s been assigned Gale by the game.

He sleeps with Mizora.

He sleeps with the Emperor.

He tells Gale to take a hike and go figure out the orb in his chest when we get to the end. Astarion, who has never reciprocated his feelings, runs off. And then my brother goes with Karlach to Avernus.

We have the epilogue, he talks with Astarion - the subtext is definitely reading as “I’m with Karlach now aren’t you jealous?”

Gale is still just standing there, presumably confused. But now a professor.

[randoimago]

Hi there! Could you please do headcanons on Sylvain, Felix, Gale and Wyll with a significant other who gets shy giving affection in public but gives them a kiss on the cheek or goes to hold their hand every once in a while? Thank you!

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Character(s): Sylvain, Felix, Gale and Wyll

Note(s): [ Gale: about to go on a tangent about magic.

S/O: Counterspell! *kisses his cheek and effectively shuts him up for a moment* ]

Felix

Isn't really a physically affectionate person and so he doesn't mind that you're shy with giving affection. He is blunt with his feelings though and it amuses how flustered you get.

But when you quietly get his attention and then kiss his cheek, well it definitely throws him off a bit.

He clears his throat as a light pink dusts his face because he wasn't expecting the gesture.

Sylvain

Sylvain is happy to give any kind of public displays. He prefers more loving things to be in private, but with how adorably shy you are, he can't help himself.

Those few moments that you do give him a kiss on the cheek or hold his hand in public makes him grin so much. He is very happy to reciprocate or give you some cheeky line about falling more in love.

Sylvain knows how much of a step it is for you to initiate that affection in public so he very much wants to show that he appreciates it.

Gale

Most of his public affections are when he's going on a tangent about a new interest or some subject he finds fascinating and he rests a hand on your shoulder.

He knows how shy you get so he refrains from being too affectionate with his actions. His praise knows no bounds, however.

Now, when you do work up the courage to kiss his cheek or hold his hand, well it definitely leaves him a tad taken aback. But he gets over it and smiles happily at you kissing your interlocked hands or the top of your head in return.

Wyll

Your shyness is very endearing to him and he promises you that your comfort is his top priority. If public affection makes you shy then he'll stick to using his words to charm and share his love for you.

Anytime you give him a chaste peck on the cheek or shyly hold his hand makes him have such a big smile. Wyll doesn't quite know what he did to deserve such a treasure, but he won't question it.

Instead he just leans in to your kiss or holds your hand a tad tighter, showing that he appreciates it but also not pressuring you for more.

Taglist:

@unhelpfulnpc

[netherese-blorb]

"Illusion is my Language": Narrative Comparisons Between Gale, Astarion & The Emperor

When confronting the Emperor about his manipulation of you near the end of act 3, he tells you: “Illusion is my language, just as words are yours.” This is a world of magic and fantasy, after all, illusion is everywhere. Just like words, it’s value-neutral; a tool to be used more or less ethically depending on intention and context. But ultimately, this is just deflection. The player’s discomfort doesn’t just stem from the Emperor changing his face and giving them fun space dreams. He lies. And both the lies and the fantasies he fed the player were for the express purpose of controlling them. 

The difference between illusion and deception is something I think the game is really interested in engaging with. As examples, let’s look at the romance plots for Gale and Astarion and how they compare with interactions you can have with the Emperor: 

Gale is an illusionist. Literally. Like the Emperor, he constructs unreal, dream-like worlds to please the player character. The idea that he is still ‘Gale of Waterdeep’ the arrogant master of the weave is itself something of an illusion. But there is no deception to his magic; no transaction or manipulation in the things he offers. He sees it as his art. Like any insecure artist, he conflates his abilities with his self-worth, but at no point does he use it to get the player to act a certain way or think something that isn’t true. There’s no sense that the things he creates for the player are a service or favor he does in hopes of reciprocation. If anything, the times when we see Gale’s illusion magic are all framed as deeply vulnerable, where he is presenting the player with a truth about himself and worrying if he’ll be accepted for it. Gale speaks this same ‘language of illusion’, but we see over and over that that ‘language’ is just as genuine and self-sacrificing (if a little pretentious) as his words are.

The direct contrast to this is early-game Astarion, whose act 1 relationship with the player character is explicitly deceptive, but not illusory. Yes, he leaves out his vampirism from his introductory backstory, and his initial seduction is a ploy, but Astarion was never portraying anyone but Astarion. He doesn’t hide that he’s a scoundrel with no patience for heroics, despite that certainly working against his plans to win the player’s trust. His charm, flamboyance, and mannerisms all remain even after he starts living more honestly. But, like the Emperor, he lies to manipulate and to hide the truth of his ‘monstrous’ nature. In act 2, Astarion reveals that, despite now having genuine feelings for the player, any sense of intimacy he created at the start was manufactured for his strategic advantage, something the Emperor can also confess to if the player chooses to romance him. The Emperor's actions are deceptive, and that deception exists separately from any illusion he puts on. 

(Tangent: In defense of Astarion, there’s a difference in power dynamic that I think makes his early-game actions more defensible than the Emperor’s. Where the Emperor exploits the power and information he has over the player character to bring them under his control, Astarion sees you as the one in power and tells only what lies he thinks are needed in order to endear himself into your protection.) 

Once the Emperor’s illithid form is revealed, all pretenses of illusion are dropped. No more guardian, no more space dreams, no more kind words. What remains are his attempts at control. He will still do everything he can to steer the player away from things that might reveal information about him or disturb his plans, but now he does so in his own voice. Because truly, it's the language of deception and manipulation that he just can’t stop speaking in. Even at the last possible moment, when all of his facades have been removed and the player has the means to free Orpheus, your benevolent dream guardian, who was revealed to be a mind flayer, who was revealed to be Prince Orpheus’ captor, who was revealed to be Balduran, who was revealed to be the betrayer of his greatest ally Ansur, tries to convince you “I never lied… I’m just like you.”

Sooo fuck that guy, right?

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Tav’s sex parade – Chapter 13: Pillow Talk (Astarion x Gale)

(Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, anal sex, lap sex, consensual blood drinking, hand job, gentle slow sex, body worship, the feels, slight angst, talking, lots of talking)

Notes:

Gale mentions his past which I wrote a fanfic about.

According to DnD lore, elves don't sleep, but rest in a meditative, trance-like state called reverie. You can see Astarion do exactly that in camp during a long rest when a sleep-around-the-campfire cutscene plays.

Gale rested on the bed in his study, engrossed in a book, when Astarion walked in and closed the door behind him.

"What's that new tome about?" he asked.

"Magic," Gale mumbled with his eyes still glued to the page.

"Really?" The vampire spawn rolled his eyes. "Anything in particular?"

"Druid magic."

"I didn't think you'd be interested in that," Astarion remarked, flopping down on the bed next to Gale.

The latter finally looked up from his reading.

"Well, it's never wrong or too late to learn something new. Plus, I'm intrigued by the fact that druid magic doesn't come from the Weave. When I was a young boy, my mother always told me that she draws magic without the help of the Weave and that I should stay away from Mystra. – I should have listened to her."

"Naturally," Astarion agreed. "The entire tragedy with the Orb... Well, I hope you learned your lesson at least."

Gale snorted.

"I definitely have. I don't think that's why you're here though. What's on your mind?"

"Well..." Astarion kicked his feet up elegantly. "Tav, Shadowheart and Halsin are busy with each other and I, like you, am not in the mood to watch, so, I thought we could spend some time together."

"Oh... that sounds... interesting."

"I was hoping for a little bit more enthusiasm, Gale. Gods."

"Apologies, I didn't expect you to wish to spend time with me. Plus, the book's rather interesting."

"Fine," Astarion sighed. "I'll leave you to your beloved reading, but don't cry for me when I'll die of boredom."

Chuckling, Gale held the vampire spawn back by the shirt sleeve and retorted: "The book can wait. I'd like your company."

"Really?"

Positively surprised, the addressed kept seated, smiling at the wizard.

"We can have our own kind of fun."

"What do you envision?"

"Sex, darling," Astarion smirked. "You and me."

Gale was taken aback and flustered.

They only engaged in such activities when the others had a threesome. But they'd never taken the initiative.

"I- I don't know. We never - hm - we never engage with one another without Tav's involvement," the wizard stammered.

Astarion leaned in closer, replying: "We're in a polyamorous relationship and we're free to do whatever we want with each other. Hells, the druid even sleeps around with strangers because it's an open relationship, so, why can't we have some fun alone once in a while?"

Gale licked his lips and swallowed. Then, he probed: "And uhm... you wish to do so? With me?"

"Only with you," Astarion revealed, sincerely.

The wizard's heart fluttered nervously and he was painfully aware that the vampire spawn could hear it.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to. Don't feel pressured, but what - what do you have in mind?" Gale asked.

"Oh, darling, it's sweet how you worry about my wellbeing, but I'm perfectly fine. I want to kiss you until you're breathless and your lips are numb, and I want to ride you –" The vampire spawn scooted closer to whisper in the wizard's ear. "– until you scream my name."

The addressed turned crimson.

"I don't scream."

"You've said that before," Astarion chuckled, "but I'm still determined to get you there."

Slowly, he connected their lips, giving Gale the chance to back away if he wanted to, but the wizard stayed where he was and reciprocated the kiss. First, it was sweet and gentle, almost shy and chaste, but then, their tongues got involved. Astarion moaned into Gale's mouth and pulled him closer. The wizard panted, tongue kissing back as well as he could. After a while, they broke apart to breathe.

"Your tongue surely is talented," the vampire spawn purred. "It surprises me anew every time I get a demonstration."

Gale blushed again and wanted to hide somewhere. He still felt self-conscious when being intimate in real life instead of in the Astral Planes. Astarion got up and stripped quickly, standing in front of the wizard in all his beautiful, elegant, pale glory. Tentatively, Gale touched his partner's body, running his fingers across the soft skin.

He looks so delicate, he thought. I'm scared of breaking him.

The vampire spawn gazed at him.

"What are you waiting for, darling? Take off your clothes."

The addressed shivered at the term of endearment. Astarion usually never used it, except to teased him. It was the first time, he said it and meant it.

Gale took his clothes off, slightly uncomfortable as always, but he looked up at the vampire spawn to distract himself from worrying about his appearance. The latter smiled at him and straddled him. He wrapped his arms around the wizard and lolled his head back.

"Mmh, darling. You drive me crazy," he sighed.

"I do?" Gale was doubtful. "I'm not as experienced as Tav, and I haven't - haven't done certain things to you."

Astarion gave him a serious look and explained: "You don't have to do things you're uncomfortable with, like eating me out. I'm glad with what you give me."

Gale averted his gaze and swallowed.

"How do you do that?" he muttered. "How are you comfortable sharing your lover with others? You're Tav's first. We have no right to get a piece of her. She's yours. I still... Gods... I still get jealous sometimes and I'm... afraid I'm not enough."

"Oh, Gale..." The vampire spawn had an unreadable expression on his face as he stroke the wizard's jawline. "I'm not as great as you think I am. I'm scared too sometimes and then, I fear that Tav will leave me for one of you because I'm a burden and not enough. I understand your anxiety. But the thing is, we live like this for a year now and she still hasn't left. Tav's happy and deep down, I know she won't leave any of us because she loves us equally. Honestly, I didn't believe that it's possible to love more than one person at once, but... I experience it too now. – You're very dear to me, Gale. I want you to be happy, I want to make you happy, and I wish to spend the rest of your life with you – as well as with Tav, and even with Shadowheart and Halsin. Usually, I have better taste."

Gale snickered at the displeased face Astarion made, but let him continue.

"Jealousy's an ugly beast, born from your own insecurities. Believe it or not, but I actually talked about this with the druid. He told me that jealousy comes from the fear to lose our partner to someone else. To lose our grasp on them. We feel like we're losing a possession. The funny thing is, that can't happen with something that was never yours in the first place. I didn't understand what the druid meant first, but I get it now. You never own your partner. The only way your partner's yours, is when they actively choose to be yours. Tav tells all of us that she's ours and that's why she is; because she chooses to be ours. And as long as she makes this choice, you don't have to worry."

For a moment, Gale was quiet, then, he said with a small smile: "I didn't take you for such a philosopher."

The vampire spawn pouted at him, making the wizard smirk.

"Thank you, Astarion. I appreciate it."

The addressed nodded and Gale just had to kiss him again. Astarion was surprised at the wizard's proactivity, but was more than happy about it. He wiggled around on his partner's lap and felt both of their erections stir.

"Let me," he whispered and wrapped a hand around both of them.

Gale gasped at the coolth of Astarion's hand, but bucked up into his grip immediately. The vampire spawn moaned and smashed their lips together to swallow all of his partner's little noises. Gale placed his hands on Astarion's waist, stroking his thumbs over the skin there. They finally drew back, panting, and the vampire spawn said: "I've already prepared myself, I'm ready. Please, let me ride you."

"Yes," Gale whispered, suddenly desperate for it.

Astarion got up on his knees, took a hold of the wizard's member, which was wet with precum, and slowly lowered himself onto it. Moaning, he threw his head back. He loved it when Tav pegged him, but nothing could beat the real deal. The human heat could never be replicated and Astarion got a kick out of it. It made him feel alive again. He sunk down on Gale's cock until he was so full, he trembled.

"Mmh, Gods," he moaned and dug his fingernails into the wizard's shoulders.

"Good?" the latter asked, concerned.

Astarion opened his eyes to gaze at him, replying: "More than good. You feel fantastic, darling. You're the best I had in a long time."

Gale blushed the third time this evening, but muttered: "If I remember correctly, I'm the only one you had since the nautiloid crash."

"Yes, but that doesn't invalidate my statement," said the vampire spawn, cheekily.

The wizard huffed a laugh before kissing him again. Astarion started to move slowly. Up and down, up and down. Always at the same leisurely pace, rolling his hips sensually. Gale panted against his neck and held him close. Then, he tentatively wrapped his hand around his partner's member to stroke him. The vampire spawn's legs threatened to give out as he moaned in ecstasy.

"Yes, oh, yes. Please!" he whined, not even knowing what he was begging for. He dug his nails deeper into Gale's skin, leaving bloody trails, and moaned loudly.

The wizard's other hand wandered from Astarion's waist up to his back where his fingers gently stroke the scars. The vampire spawn shuddered. Gale had never touched him there because Astarion had never let him. But now, the gentle fingers caressed the puckered skin almost reverently.

"You're beautiful, Astarion," Gale whispered. "All of you. Inside and out."

The addressed sobbed and pressed his face into his partner's neck. The latter hummed.

"You can drink from me, dear. I don't mind."

Moaning, Astarion sunk one of his hands into Gale's soft mane and licked his exposed neck. Then, he bit down, whining at the taste of the wizard's blood that was sweeter than any other he'd ever had. Everything about Gale tasted slightly sweet; his sweat, his blood, and even his semen. Gods, Astarion was utterly weak for this man.

The wizard's breath hitched and he came, spilling deep into the vampire spawn's cool body. The latter moaned gutturally at the feeling of heat spreading inside him and climaxed as well. Panting, Astarion rested his forehead on Gale's shoulder, trembling. His hole still pulsated as if it wanted to pull Gale even deeper and milk him dry. The wizard groaned at the feeling, but kept completely still, except for his fingers, which continued to caress Astarion's back. They recovered this way and then kissed slowly and softly.

"Everything alright?" asked Gale.

"I should be the one asking you this question," Astarion chuckled. "Gods... You knocked me out like a drug."

"Hm?" Gale furrowed his brows and the vampire spawn chuckled.

"You taste divine, is what I'm saying, darling. I don't need to eat your home-baked cookies, your blood's sweet enough."

"Really?"

The wizard seemed surprised and then, his eyes glazed over in that typical fashion of his when he got lost in his thoughts to ponder about nerdy subjects. With a smirk, Astarion snapped his fingers. Gale blinked and was back in the presence.

"You can think about the different tastes of blood later," the vampire spawn teased. "If you need insight knowledge from a professional, I'll gladly help you."

"Of course, you would," chuckled Gale. Then, he looked at Astarion, slightly anxious, and pulled him into another kiss. "Stay with me tonight."

Smiling softly, the vampire spawn rubbed their noses together and answered: "Nothing would give me more pleasure."

After cleaning up, they slipped under the blanket and rested in each other's arms. While Gale fell asleep shortly after, Astarion drifted into reverie. Imagining the snow that was dancing through the night sky.