#baldurs gate x tav

[blushstories]

Hello! Just saw your quick fire blurb series and I'd love to suggest:

Gale x Tav

Where Tav is upset because their feelings for Gale are one-sided.... or are they? 👀

Hope you get tons of inspiration from any asks you receive! 🥰

hi!!! yay thank you so much for being my second request:))) i will do my best <3 set during the party after the grove is rescued !!

Glass crashed somewhere behind you, followed by an uproar of laughter and cheers. Someone’s just won a drinking race.

You don’t know what Karlach’s saying to you, she’s a blur in your vision; your eyes have drifted over her shoulder to where Gale stands. His head is bent over a book as usual, strands of his hair falling slightly over his face. Karlach is so lost in her anecdote that she doesn’t notice your concentration failing, gesturing animatedly, perhaps partially due to the alcohol from the festivities.

Gale’s finger follows a line in his book as he reads, then flips the page. He considers something for a moment, then his eyes flit up to meet yours. Your heart gives a massive thump as you avert your gaze, heat rushing to your cheeks. You tune back into your conversation with Karlach, only for her to cut herself off. She scans your flustered appearance, fingers gripping your cup just a little too tight.

“You alright, soldier?” She asks with a quirked eyebrow. You nod, relaxing a little as you shake yourself back into reality. A knot tightens in your stomach as you scold yourself for getting caught up again in your feelings. Specifically, your feelings for Gale. He’s never shown much interest in you in that way, but your rational brain can’t pull you out of your crush. The knot will remain, and you will be reminded of it every time you see Gale.

“Yeah, sorry,” you shake your head, as if these thoughts were going to fall out of your ears. “Just thinking. Maybe I’ll put this down,” you say, putting the bottle onto the crate next to you.

“Have you tried talking to him?” Karlach asks. You freeze and she smiles. “You’re not so subtle. Lucky if he hasn’t caught on already. Is he still looking?”

You jaw goes a little slack, and you feel foolish for wearing your heart on your sleeve, and forgetting to hide it. Your eyes flicker between Karlach and then Gale, who is still watching the both of you.

“Yep. Yeah. Great. Um, I think I might go and hide now. Until tomorrow. And Gale could do with a rest, so you can join us on the road if you want. Yeah…” your heart has picked up a little and you try to slip away, but Karlach’s voice stops you.

“Trust me, Y/N. Give it a shot.”

Maybe her confidence influences yours. You spin on your heel and start walking towards Gale, who is putting his book away. You mutter something like I hope you’re right as you pass her, and you approach Gale with a small smile.

“Ah, Y/N. I was hoping you’d spare me a moment. Have you been enjoying yourself?”

“Yeah, actually. It’s nice to see everyone happy for once,” you say. He hums in agreement as he scans the small crowd behind you.

“How come you’re not over there? Don’t you want to join in?” You say.

“Oh, I’m perfectly content to stand here and watch. Their happiness seems to be my own. Your company is, however, most welcome.” There’s a glint in his eye.

“Can I sit with you?” You take a small chance, realizing that there’s nobody else you wish to spend time with tonight.

“That would be delightful,” he says, pulling out an extra cushion for both of you to sit.

The night crawls on lightly, you and Gale enshrouded by the shadows around his tent and whispering under the stars and moonligb, the promises of something beautiful blooming glistening on your skin.

[heyitsjaki]

Astarion knows an easy mark when he sees one 🤣

Bonus Gale reaction:

[jojoma]

Awesome piece of animation art 🤯 Reels by alindraws

[gothicspork]

Three dads wishing their daughter good luck at her Catholic school final exams.

[everchased]

hahahahaaaa get safe and cared for, idiot

[seahagart]

Drífa went from no friends to more than 1, so she is pretty happy

[mistercrowbar]

Astarion: “No one ever cared about me >:\”

Karlach, standing 10ft away: “ME I CARE I CARE SO MUCH”

[mimorugk]

usually halsin's hugs last 30 minutes

[skeptical-lynx]

Be careful when taking a bat from the street. You can never know its true identity

4k on twitter for details: https://x.com/skeptical_lynx/status/1792501942553297240?s=46&t=EuBiJuFrpmM7JiLiuDbaCA

[cheesy-cryptid]

When youre on your way to class but the party infront of you is subtly trying to get your attention

Another addition to my BG3 but its a filipino coded college au 😙

🎶Gagawin ko ang lahat pati ang thesis mo

Wag mo lang ipagkait ang hinahanap ko

Sagutin mo lang ako aking sinta'y walang humpay o ligaya 🎶

[blushstories]

Astarion blurb!!!!! Where uhhh established relationship, if one has a nightmare the other comforts them but then one night tav and astarion BOTH have nightmares and wake up the same time and it’s like fluffy/comedic bc it’s like damn we r both fucked up

this is so on brand i love it !!

It’s the cold nights that cause the most struggle. When the chill eats at your bones, your shivers aren’t the only part of you that can’t settle. Your mind usually wraps around itself in existential circles, tentacles for each piece of anxiety it has decided to fight tonight, and it’s the creeping dread of this reality that makes you shuffle closer to the campfire. You’ve got goosebumps.

Through the flickering flames, you catch Astarion’s eye. His face is set, eyes unblinking. You feel them bore into you intensely, as if you would crumble if he looked away.

Karlach is sat on one side of you, Gale the other. They’re both chewing fiercely, not sparing a second for small talk; it’s been a long day, you don’t blame them. Astarion’s piece of bread is held long forgotten between his fingers as he watches you. He’s never been the type to be too openly affectionate, but his actions have always spoken louder than words. His protective gaze eases you gently, and you offer him a small, reassuring smile. But the cold bites him, too.

The warmth of the fire licks your face, while your exposed back drinks in the cold. Karlach says something sarcastic to Gale, who laughs, agrees, and follows her as she leaves. You watch tiny pieces of wood and kindling bubble and jump at the base of the fire, clutching your knees a little closer to your chest.

Astarion seems to have disappeared too, you notice. You quickly glance around camp, but you can’t spot him; Wyll’s reading a book near his tent and Gale is rummaging through his belongings, but you can’t seem to see anyone else.

Having been drained from a day with too much violence than you’d prefer, you turn back towards the fire and let your mind wander. Since the Nautiloid, your anxiety has increased tenfold. There’s always something to worry about, and you would never have imagined that every day you aren’t sure if you’ll survive. What’s worse is that each day you collect horrifying sights by the second, and it’s no secret to the camp that it’s been weighing heavily on your mind — and your heart.

Dirt is scuffed somewhere behind you, and you’re enveloped in warmth by a cloak that’s not yours.

Astarion’s shoes appear in your vision and he sinks down next to you. He doesn’t say anything at first, uncharacteristically serious. He breathes slowly and deeply, and puts a hand on your knee.

“Will you be alright?” He asks lowly. You pull the cloak further over your shoulders and swallow thickly.

“Yeah,” you lie, not wanting to create a fuss. “Will you?”

He turns and your eyes meet, silently assessing each other for any signs of distress. This mutual protectiveness for each other isn’t obvious to the untrained eye, but you both know that you have each other’s backs. Astarion’s nightmares are more frequent than yours, and it was clear that he’d never known someone who could comfort him after. Upon meeting you, you decided that you wanted to make that feeling a stranger to him.

“Yes, I’m sure. The cold doesn’t seem to terrorise me as much as it does you. Now,” he says. “Do you need me to stay?”

“You’re such a softie,” you tease, enjoying the disgruntled crinkle of his nose and twitch of his eye. “No, don’t worry. But thanks.”

“Soft?” He scoffs, “I’m not the soft one here,” he says dramatically. He pauses, then he adds softly, “If you’re sure.” He stands up, squeezes your shoulder, and departs to his own bedroll.

*

Your nightmare tonight has been recycled for months. Your mind conjures up fifty different ways in which you turn into an illithid, each complete with a gruesome transformation where your skin rips apart and tentacles spring from your face. You’re not in pain, but you imagine it, and with each rendition it gets worse and worse and worse until you can’t stop screaming because the pain is searing hot and you can’t breathe and then the stars stare back at you from the sky.

Astarion’s cloak has slipped askew, allowing the cold to seep in through the stitches of your clothing. Cold sweat sticks to your forehead and you immediately look to your boyfriend… who is already awake.

He looks much paler than usual, and some of his hair has stuck to his forehead, the light of the dwindling fire illuminating the dampness there.

It’s as if you totally forget your own nightmare when “Are you okay?” tumbles from your lips. His lips pull up in a half-smile, a haunted, disbelieving smile. He chuckles, but it’s humourless.

“Well, darling. It looks like we’re both especially fucked up tonight, aren’t we?”

You shuffle over to his bedroll and he lies back down, letting you settle in his arms.

“Was it Cazador again?” You say. He hums.

“Who else would have the pleasure of starring centre stage in my dreams? I would have put good money on me,” he scoffs, trying to make light of it. You feel him press his lips to the top of your head. “And you? What kind of horrors do we have the pleasure of unpicking tonight?”

You roll your eyes at the sky. “You jest, but my brain can do extraordinary things with very little information,” you say.

“I know the feeling,” he says. You purse your lips.

“Like an old friend,” you feign cordiality. “You think you can go back to sleep?”

He hesitates. “If you’d like.” You sense something is still off with him.

“That’s okay. I’m not sure I can either.” He hums again; you know him too well. “As long as you need.”

i super duper apologise that i’m so rusty!! i hope it wasn’t too obvious:)) thankyou for requesting!!

[heyitsjaki]

When the netherese orb in your chest ruins your love life for a SECOND time 🤣

[dekariosclan]

So, we all love Gale’s mirror image/simulacrum, and how the ‘certain measure of Gale’s personality’ that he retains is Gale’s sweet, dorky charm…but is Gale himself aware of this?

I don’t believe we ever see Gale actually interact with his mirror image, as it always appears as a replacement when Gale is elsewhere.

It’s possible Gale has always just assumed he’s created this 100% straightforward, serious mirror image who radiates scholarly intelligence…because surely, that’s the aspect of his personality that it would pull from, right?

Imagine if one night, after Gale and Tav are married and living in Waterdeep, they start reminiscing about their romance. Tav brings up their first night together, and mentions how surprised they were to see Gale’s mirror image standing in his place at camp.

Gale is pleased, and says with a gentle laugh that he hopes Tav wasn’t too intimidated by his simulacrum’s stoic nature.

To which Tav responds oh no, not at all! They loved how adorable he was, and they still remember the cute pose he did to represent Gale’s personality!

Gale (perplexed): …darling, whatever do you mean? What pose…?

Cue Tav, perfectly miming this:

Gale:

HE DID WHAT

[javsarts]

Literally went from:

“Why would I ever trust the word of an Oathbreaker?”

“It’s unwise to trust a bloody Sharran”

To:

“Why hello, Lover, that sounded more debonaire in my head, I admit”

“I am yours, my Heart”

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Aaaand I’m finally in Act 3 (fucking finally) with my Oathbreaker Paladin Durge run. I can only wish I’m talented enough of a writer to write a fic for these two I swear-

Edit:

Not sure if anyone cares but yeah, fic here lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55994872/chapters/14220

[stars-and-clouds]

HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO!!! -screams-

[feyflorist]

average Astarion interaction