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moonselune · 1 day ago

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You are an amazing writer and I love your work. I deeply admire how you capture all the characters.

Please could I request a Tav that age regresses with Gale, Halsin and Jaheira?

omg yesssss so wholesome

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Gale:

In the heat of battle, the flash of the aging spell struck you like a lightning bolt, and the world tilted, your mind slipping into a strange blur. By the time Gale staggered forward to reach you, you had shrunk dramatically, clothes draped over your tiny, infant-sized frame, your whole form somehow regressed to that of a one-year-old. He blinked, his face a mix of shock and disbelief, his spellbook forgotten in his hand as he crouched down to study your now chubby little cheeks and wide, childlike eyes.

“Gods, what… What do I do?” he muttered, gingerly lifting you and wrapping you in his cloak, watching you curiously as you peered up at him.

For a second, Gale felt relief when he saw recognition in your eyes—but that reassurance was short-lived when you immediately began reaching for his face, tiny hands closing around his hair and yanking.

“Ow!” Gale grimaced but chuckled under his breath, realizing the situation would be both complicated and only ever so slightly adorable.

With a sigh, he carried you back to camp, taking long strides toward his tent while you babbled unintelligibly, clearly amused by the sounds you were making. It struck him just how much like you this all felt; you hadn’t lost your spark, just… well, a lot of years.

Once he’d settled you down on a blanket in his tent, he sighed and ran a hand through his already thoroughly tousled hair.

“Alright, now… time to figure out an antidote or counterspell.” He flipped open his spellbook and began flipping through pages, muttering incantations under his breath.

You, however, had a different plan. As soon as he looked down, you were up on all fours, crawling straight for the nearest shiny object—a small glass vial that had caught the light just right.

“Oh, no, no—nope! None of that, thank you,” Gale reached out, scooping you up just before your tiny fingers could reach the glass. He placed you back on the blanket, pulled a blank journal from his bag he was happy with sacrificing and handed it to you instead. “Here. Play with this.”

You considered it, giving him a wide-eyed look, before dropping the journal with an indignant wail and crawling for the nearest corner of the tent.

“Of course,” Gale sighed, watching you with a combination of exasperation and fondness. “Always have to have your way, don’t you?”

His attempts at keeping you out of trouble devolved quickly. When he tried to set you down in a 'time-out' spot on the blanket, you only grinned up at him with that familiar glint of defiance in your eyes and immediately crawled away again.

Every time he gently set you back on the blanket, you found another inventive way to scoot off in search of mischief. He muttered to himself as he worked, flipping through pages of his book, but always keeping a watchful eye on you.

“Assuring, in some way,” he said with a sigh as you clambered toward his stash of herbs, “to know you were always like this. Stubborn and impossibly curious, even as a tot.”

Finally, just as he was reaching the last frayed edge of his patience, you yawned, drooping forward and rubbing your eyes with tiny fists. Gale’s heart softened at the sight, and he scooped you up, holding you in his lap as you settled into a drowsy stupor. His hands absently smoothed the folds of his cloak around you, your tiny form tucked securely against his chest. For the first time since this spell had hit you, the tent was quiet, the sound of his fingers flipping through pages the only disturbance as you drifted off, warm and safe.

After a few minutes, he looked down at you, his chest expanding with a rare, unguarded affection.

“Alright, little one,” he murmured softly, brushing his fingers gently over your forehead. “If only you knew how endearing you looked right now. But let's get you back.”

With you sound asleep, he finally had the quiet he needed. He recited counter-incantations, reading through every line with precision, and then—right as he found the spell that should do the trick—he felt a shift.

In his lap, your form shimmered, the tiny hands and face morphing, growing, your limbs stretching out to their usual size until, just as suddenly as it had begun, you were back to your normal self, fast asleep, cradled against him.

Gale looked down, a bemused grin breaking over his face as he took in the sight of you, now fully grown, curled up in his lap as though nothing had happened. He chuckled softly, unable to resist the irony.

“Oh, just perfect,” he whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “And here I thought I’d get a quiet moment at last.”

You blinked awake, looking around groggily, and finally realizing where you were. A flicker of embarrassment crossed your face, but Gale only smiled, cupping your cheek with gentle affection.

“Welcome back,” he murmured, and with a laugh, he added, “Though I have a feeling nothing will change.”

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Jaheira:

You’d barely even gotten the spellbook open before Jaheira’s voice sounded sharply over your shoulder.

“Put. That. Down.” She leveled her gaze at you, crossing her arms, her tone carrying the weight of a mother’s experience. “You don’t know the half of what these spells could do.”

You only grinned, lifting the book like you were presenting it in an imaginary bardic showcase, and repeated her words in a singsong.

“Put. That. Down,” you mimicked with a wide, teasing grin, flipping through pages with dramatic flair. Jaheira narrowed her eyes, unimpressed.

“Very clever.” She turned back, muttering something about foolhardy companions and the shortness of mortal life. But when she looked back, her annoyance morphed into outright astonishment. Where you’d just been standing was now a small pile of your adult-sized clothes, the heavy spellbook almost tipped out of reach. And there, squirming in the mess of fabric, was you—now a tiny, red-cheeked, babbling one-year-old.

Jaheira pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes with a deep sigh.

“Gods save me. I am far too old for this,” she muttered, yet there was a glimmer of humor in her eyes. She leaned down, scooping you up into her arms with practiced ease, giving you a long, scrutinizing look.

The glint of defiance and curiosity in your childlike eyes was unmistakably yours, and even in your regressed state, you seemed ready to babble your way into a defense.

“Oh, don’t you dare try to reason with me,” Jaheira sighed, shaking her head as you gurgled, your tiny hands clumsily reaching for her hair. “I told you not to mess with it, didn’t I? But of course, you never listen, do you?”

You babbled insistently, almost like you were pleading your case. She raised a brow at you, not letting up in her scolding, though her voice had softened into something more affectionate.

“Such determination to break every rule I set, hm?” she teased as she shifted you in her arms, reaching into her bag to search for her own spellbook. “Of course you’d go and tamper with magic meant for those far wiser. And what do you have to say for yourself?”

You answered with an unintelligible string of baby sounds, your little brows knitting together in what looked like intense concentration. Jaheira rolled her eyes, half-amused, and found the spell she needed, laying out a blanket with one hand and setting you down firmly in the center of it.

“Oh no you don’t,” she chided as you immediately made a break for the edge of the blanket, crawling as fast as your tiny limbs would let you. She reached down, lifting you up and placing you right back in the center, giving you a firm look. “You’re not going anywhere until I figure this out.”

Her focus moved back to the spellbook, her voice drifting down to you, an odd mixture of reprimand and gentle banter. “This is exactly why we don’t meddle with powers we don’t understand, my dear. And I thought you’d have learned that by now.”

You clapped your hands, seemingly entertained by her steady stream of chatter, babbling back at her with wide eyes and a toothless grin. She fought the twitch of a smile, her expression carefully neutral as she returned to the spellbook and cast a quick, expert counterspell.

Your form shimmered, and then, like a snap, you were back to your full-grown self, disoriented and kneeling in the center of the blanket, your clothes now haphazardly covering you.

You looked up, slightly dazed, to find Jaheira staring down at you, one eyebrow raised and a faint smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

“Ready for me to tell you that I told you so?” she asked, crossing her arms.

You tried to answer, but she waved her hand.

“Oh no, no, don’t even try,” she continued with mock severity. “Because if I hear one more protest, I might have to put you in a real time-out.” Her lips quirked up, her eyes glinting with mirth. “And I wouldn’t mind seeing you crawl around again if it teaches you a lesson.”

You felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment, and she chuckled, patting your shoulder with a knowing, affectionate touch.

“Now, I suggest next time, you take me at my word. After all, I have years of practice knowing just how to deal with misbehaving little ones.” With that, she turned back to the camp, casting you one last amused glance over her shoulder.

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Halsin:

The ancient temple walls were silent, thick with the weight of old magic and hidden secrets as you and Halsin explored its dim corridors together. Golden light filtered in through cracks in the stone, illuminating relics half-hidden under dust and moss. Then, something on a forgotten altar caught your eye—a curious relic, glinting faintly as if it had been waiting for just such an adventurer. Ignoring Halsin’s gentle warning, you picked it up, examining its surface, tracing its runes, and murmuring to yourself.

The room spun briefly, a shimmer of magic rippling over you, and before Halsin could react, he was faced with an empty pile of your clothes on the floor, the relic still clutched in a tiny hand sticking out from the fabric. His eyes widened with shock that quickly morphed into disbelief as he took in the sight: you, now barely a year old, were holding the relic with an innocent but determined grip, your wide eyes blinking up at him.

“Oh,” Halsin muttered, the deep rumble of his voice echoing in the temple. He bit his lip, struggling to keep his composure, but a warm chuckle escaped before he could stop it. He knew he shouldn’t laugh, but the sight of you, his confident, daring lover, reduced to an infant with a petulant expression was too much.

The chuckle, however, did not sit well with you. Your tiny face scrunched up, lips quivering, until a wail erupted, filling the quiet of the temple and sending Halsin into immediate action.

“Oh, little one, no, no,” he murmured, crouching down and gathering you into his strong, familiar arms. His tone softened, soothing and deep as he bounced you gently. “I am sorry—I shouldn’t have laughed. Don’t worry, I’ll fix this,” he promised, pressing a comforting hand to your small back. “I’m here.”

He cradled you against his chest, your cries softening to soft sniffles as he carried you back to camp. As he walked, his voice took on a playful, lilting quality, as if he were speaking to a fussy cub.

“I’m sorry, my little one,” he cooed, “I know you couldn’t resist the shiny relic. You are as brave and curious as ever, even in this small form.”

Once back at camp, Halsin set up a small blanket in his tent, settling himself cross-legged on the floor and gently placing you in his lap.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, still clutching the relic close, your tiny fingers gripping its polished surface with surprising determination. Halsin smiled, gently prying the relic from your hand.

“No more of that, little cub,” he said lightly, setting it out of reach. Your tiny hands reached out again, but he placed a warm hand over yours, holding them back with a chuckle. “Oh, no, not again. Once was enough, my curious friend.”

With you settled in his lap, he carefully examined the relic, murmuring to himself as he inspected its intricate design. You were a ball of restless energy, squirming, and reaching for his hair as he studied the relic. Halsin chuckled, his patience unwavering as he softly guided your little hands away from his adornments.

“Oh, you’ve always had such a spirit,” he mused, amused and affectionate as he traced the runes, beginning to piece together the reversal incantation. “It’s good to know you were always like this,”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity to your small, restless self, Halsin muttered the final words of the spell. Magic shimmered and washed over you, and suddenly, you felt a familiar sense of clarity return. You were back to your full age, sitting wrapped in his cloak, sprawled on his lap, blinking in disorientation as you took in his now much closer face, his deep brown eyes twinkling with humor.

“Well, welcome back,” he said softly, the barest hint of a chuckle underlying his words as he steadied you with a strong, steadying hand on your shoulder.

You sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck, your cheeks warming under his amused gaze.

“Thank you, my love,” you mumbled, a little embarrassed. He only chuckled, patting your shoulder gently.

“Nothing to worry about,” he assured you, his voice full of warmth and humor. “Consider it a lesson learned—and a reminder that not everything shiny needs meddling.”

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