#bg3 enemies to lovers

[galebrainrot2024]

GalexTav Enemies to Lovers Part 30

Summary: A little bit of dialogue to get us back in the swing of things, maybe Gale's opportunity to set things right. We're back, baby. I will likely skip over big action scenes and such since many people have likely played the game. I may include some if it feels relevant to the story. TBD. My goal is to follow these two until the end.

Part 29 | Big List of Fics | A03

Gale’s mouth was drier than the Sands of Itzcala and his palms were coated in a slick sheen of sweat. They were approaching a burly looking creature as Karlach and Wyll had caught up to them, the strange noises that echoed through the tower unsettling. 

“You alright?” Karlach frowned, hitting Gale lightly on his shoulder. He nodded although it was far from the truth, offering a fake grimace of pain. She rolled her eyes. “Come off it, I barely touched you.” 

Moments earlier when they ascended to speak with Disciple Z’rell, Tav distracted her mental prodding with lustful images of Gale. She filled her mind with scenes of their bodies entangled, echoed sinful gasps for air within the corners of her imagination as she envisioned their indulgence of one another. Gale’s face was hot, and sweat pooled at the back of his neck. The bulge within his robes had not quite deflated. His ears were hot and he ignored the murmurs of Shadowheart and Astarion and their pointed looks. It felt like he was underwater. 

He wondered whether or not the images highlighted her true desires or if they were merely a strategic move to detract from their (in Gale’s opinion) obvious infiltration. She could have thought of anything, though, and her immediate reaction was to think of him. Z’rell’s distaste for Tav’s choice in sexual partners barely registered for him to be offended. 

“Gale, I didn’t know you had it in you,” Astarion cooed, nudging him in the side. “It almost makes me want to take a bite out of you myself.” He bared his fangs slightly and licked his lips and Gale rolled his eyes, stepping away. 

“You wish - I’ll have you know, my blood tastes awful.” Gale’s lips twitched in a smirk.  

The downside to the tadpoles influence included thought-sharing so both were privy to Tav’s unholy thoughts - it wasn’t often they encroached on one another’s private musings, however in the seat of the absolute with Z’rell’s modeling it was if their thoughts were one. Once dismissed, their minds grew quiet once more. Tav stalked ahead of them and Gale was too nervous to utter a sound. 

“So,” Shadowheart said cooly, inspired by Astarion’s bravery, “You and Tav must know each other more… intimately than I thought.” 

Heat flicked up his neck. “Gods, no,” Gale said, dropping his head and ignored her eyes widening. If only. 

“Oh. Her imagination could have fooled me. A shame, I was hopeful that your tongue was really that practiced..” Shadowheart tapped her fingers against his shoulder, grinning. 

Gale rose a brow skeptically and cocked his head. “Are you flirting with me?” 

Shadowheart’s cheeks flushed and she shrugged, “Merely curious about your portfolio of talents.” 

“Hm, aren’t you just,” Astarion said, running his fingers up Shaodwheart’s back. “I admit, I am too.” 

Karlach snorted and shook her head, “Easy. Let Gale dig himself out of the ditch with Tav before either of you try a thing. Don’t put my hard work to waste.”  

Gale turned to her, his eyes narrowing. “What work?” 

But before Karlach could answer, the bugbear they were approaching spoke. “Well. Flo didn’t tell a lie. She said you’d find me, and here you are. Karlach, isn’t it?” 

Karlach bristled and Tav turned to them, watching as the four approached. Her eyes darted back and forth between Gale and Karlach, each time she caught his gaze she’d look away abruptly. Gale knew that look, he had seen her throw it his way thousands of times. But, he knew better than to hope. 

“Now there’s a name I’d hoped never to hear again.” Karlach said, sighing and straightening her shoulders. “What was Flo doing here?” 

“Didn’t think to quiz her about her business.” The bugbear said, shrugging. He snorted and pulled out a handful of Soul Coins. “Told me to hold onto these in case I ran into you,” he jostled them in his hand. 

“Hm,” Karlach mused, “I should have known better. What does she want, then?” 

“Nothing, just told me if you wanted them you’d have to hear the stories of each one.” 

“Classic,” Karlach shook her head, and looked to Tav. “Well?” 

“Do we need them?” Tav asked skeptically, but the look on Karlach’s face edged her forward. “Alright, let’s have the coins.” 

Gale hissed through his teeth, “Karlach, we haven’t needed them yet -“ the icy stare she shot back at him was foreign so his lips sealed instantly. 

When the merchant was done with each sordid tale, he handed Karlach the coins and they turned away, lingering in the grand hall. 

“Who’s Flo?” Tav asked. 

“Florenta the Garrotter. A cambion I knew back in Avernus. The closest I had to a friend,” the weariness in her tone was unmistakable and Gale laid a hand on her shoulder. “That said, she would’ve choked the life out of me if I ever turned my back on her. The fact she knows where I am or might be going doesn’t delight me.” 

“Do we need to worry about her?” Tav said, folding her arms across her chest. 

“You’re safe with us,” Gale said reassuringly, ignoring Tav’s question. Though he had never gone toe to toe with a campion before, surely it couldn’t be more difficult than what they’d faced thus far. 

“I doubt she’ll come looking, her precious feet are too delicate for the material plane.” She snorted and leaned into Gale’s touch. “Thank you, though.” She put her hand over Gale’s for a moment before moving it from her shoulder. “I’m grateful to have friends, real friends now who care whether or not I burn alive.” 

Wyll came up behind them, shaking his head woefully. “In my years as the Blade, I’ve witness countless cruelties, faced unimaginable evil…. Thorm is made of pure hate - the coast will rejoice when the bastard’s fallen. I know my father is somewhere in this tower and I won’t leave him in Thorm’s hands. I’ve scouted the premises, there’s a dock at the back - my guess is that it leads to the prisons, we may find both the Tiefling hostages and my father in one fell swoop. And, whether or not you care to help her, Minthara was likely dragged there as well.”

Tav dusted off her hands and took a sip from her canteen. A drop of water lingered on the edge of her lip. Gale’s fingers twitched, as if they had a mind of their own to brush it away. He clenched a fist and she rubbed her thumb against the corner of her mouth, clearing the water. “Seems like we have our work cut out for us.” 

They stood in a tight circle, Tav’s robes brushing against Gale. He felt the electricity move between them, the buzzing of their cells eager to know one another. He shook his head. Focus. 

Gale felt the knot in his stomach tighten - if they were truly at the heart of the absolute, it was only a matter of time until he would need to use the orb. He could see no other way. Defying his already miffed Goddess did not seem like a viable choice - the notion of being trapped until the end of time in a wall of faceless, being crushed and assaulted at the forefronts of the blood war… no. Gale couldn’t bear it. 

Astarion pursed his lips. “If we’re going to talk, shouldn’t we do it less conspicuously? I love a little drama - but I would like to walk out of here alive. Talking about our plans at the heart of the source we are trying to usurp is foolish, don’t you agree?” 

Shadowheart nodded curtly, “Astarion’s right. Last Light is less than a quarter days walk - we should head there, make camp.” 

“Tease out a plan,” Wyll offered, his excitement for justice palpable. 

Gale interrupted, rubbing his chin “While we’re here, shouldn’t we at the very least inspect Balthzar’s chamber? We may find something of use.” 

“We should,” Tav said, nodding once. “Alright - Gale, you and I can explore the chamber, Karlach and Wyll can you both chat with the folks lingering around? They may know something. See if there’s anything worth battering around here. Astarion, Shadowheart - why don’t you start headed back to last light, gather whatever supplies we need? It may be the last time we set up camp there for the foreseeable future.” 

Astarion gave a mocking salute, “Yes, captain.” 

Gale’s throat constricted. His eyes flicked to Karlach who seemed to try to communicate this was his chance to set things right. He felt his heart thrumming against his chest and waited a moment before turning his gaze to hers. “Gale,” Tav looked up, her eyes locking with his. “Shall we?” 

[bruised-halo]

The enemies to lovers dialogues are going to be hitting in this playthrough 😅 I can already tell

[melonalemonade]

I think they umm they

[taruolentow]

wine drunk

[wolfiemun-official]

Shadowheart got tuckered out while repairing the farm

Not to fear! Lae'zel and her red hen, Quiche, will make sure she's safe while she sleeps 🐤

[sizzlesouce]

Part 1/2 Part 2 - A bit spicy :> kinda not safe for work

Someone asked Shadowzel, I deliver Shadowzel. Also, somebody, take away her wine bottle. I think she had too much. Challenging a githyanki. Crazy.

[dreorcaul]

A WHOLE PARTY RIGHT HERE! I just need to draw more enemies to lovers shadowheart and lae'zel AH so good!

[starrforge]

I have a problem.......

[grezzirossi]

Wyllach my beloveds <3 Mini strip under the cut (Tw wounds)

[lwiann]

Play teeth by 5sos

[galebrainrot2024]

Enemies to Lovers Part 36

Summary: In their final night before they face the Absolute, Gale contemplates his life, the choice before him before he is interrupted by Tav. This part is a bit short because I need to get the next part right - for everyone XD

Part 35 | Master List | Ao3

“Again,” Tav fumed, leaning forward slightly with her fingers outstretched as if trying to rip her body in two. 

“Are you sure?” Gale asked, smirking. 

“Again.” She turned around this time, scowling, concentration etched on her face like runes. 

“As you wish,” he chuckled and rolled up his sleeves before tying his hair into a topknot. They had been at it for hours, his brown slick with sweat and his mind bursting at the seams. 

“Here goes,” she inhaled before flicking her right arm over her left and turning their hands outward, “umbra,” Tav whispered, pulling at the weave desperately.

Gale shook his finger, clicked his tongue and pointed it to her. “Impero Tibi,” he countered. Tav was trying to cast a relatively simple, yet effective incantation of darkness but with each attempt Gale effortlessly refuted her. 

It was thrilling, almost like a transposition into a past that could have existed, the two of them pushing one another and learning together as peers rather than adversaries. 

“UGNH!” She groaned and let out a cross between and wail and grunt. 

“If you’d like,” he said, moving behind Tav. He lowered his voice, stepping into her periphery and glanced sideways, smirking. “I can go a bit easier on you.” 

She pushed his shoulder away with her own, though not with any sense of force. Gale felt a jolt and felt his face flush. “Again,” she said, though a playful grin toyed at her lips. 

When Tav agreed, albeit begrudgingly, to practice alongside him they had to lay down ground rules to prevent further animosity. Karlach and Wyll, ever the diplomats, sat with the two as they hashed out their ‘terms and agreements.’ 

“If you so much as suggest I pull at the weave harder,” Tav had said, arms folded across her chest after having lost the prior agreement, “I will throw it at you with such a force…” 

“Alright, so, no threats,” Wyll muttered and wrote it down. Gale laughed and Tav huffed. 

“You have my word, I will not encourage you to try harder.” Gale said solemnly, holding a hand to his chest. 

He did, unfortunately, break that rule. But, it was of little consequence now. The two found a steady rhythm, one where their tension fueled their abilities, their emotions entwined with the weave to manipulate and wield it with remarkable force. 

Gale was pulled into the present, “Far be it from me to interrupt,” Karlach poked her head into the tent, pointing to her stomach. “But the rest of us are famished out here.” 

Gale laughed when Tav retorted, “Gale isn’t the only person capable of preparing a meal.” 

“My stomach begs to differ,” Karlach huffed. “You saw the eggs Shadowheart tried to cook up the other morning.” 

Bile rose in his throat as Gale recalled their horrible texture, both watery and firm, the flavors too sweet and frankly insane. It was like she had never seen, let alone tasted, eggs in her life. 

Shrugging, he brushed past Tav and gave her a gentle smile before emerging to the ‘thank the gods’ and ‘it’s about damn time,’ from the rest of their companions. 

*** 

“I hope all of those lessons are headed somewhere,” Karlach nudged Gale at the riverbank, once again on dish duty. He sat on a rotting log, keeping her company, a goofy smile plastered across his face as he thought about their lessons. 

“Towards friendship, I assure you,” Though Gale knew this was a lie. The two spent hours together each night, the air crackling with electricity as they focused their abilities and tested one another. It was somehow more intimate than Gale expected, manipulating the weave together, learning together as they once had in their youth. 

They spent hours arguing over proper pronunciations, how to focus on which element to control, each time ending with playful, light hearted teasing that made his heart ache. 

Tav had not brought up their conversation again and neither did Gale. He wondered if the past was best left there. In response to her question, though, he gave her a noncommittal answer. At the end of each practice, she would ask him again. 

“So, about the orb…” Tav would begin sheepishly and Gale, forever the optimist, would brush his hand.

“A nonissue.” He would reply each time. 

Though it was. It was an issue. An issue he still grappled with, though his confidence grew with each ten-day that passed as his abilities took on their former glory. He felt powerful again, for the first time in quite some time. 

“Right,” Karlach said, sighing. “You know, one of these days it might be too late to share how you’re feeling. Why not just get on with it?” Before, she was understanding. Now, her voice was tinged with an edge of impatience. “Listen, my clock is ticking. I will only be able to survive so long up here. Although I’d prefer you didn’t use it, you won’t say one way or another whether you plan to use that bloody thing in your chest.” Karlach turned to him, her eyes swimming with countless emotions. “What are you waiting for?” 

The question made his stomach twist and heat creep up the back of his neck. The sound of water splashing across the dishes filled the silence until he said, “I’m not entirely sure. Having two potentially life-ending conditions doesn’t exactly do much for ones self esteem. Neither does the fact that she insisted not too long ago that she hated me.” The words came out deflated. 

Karlach groaned and rolled her eyes, “Regardless of what’s gone on between the two of you, biology doesn’t lie. Everyone else can feel it, so why can’t either of you? It’s mental, man.” She continued to scrub at the pan before continuing, “Who knows how much time any one of us has left. The last thing I want for either of you is the burden of regret.” 

Gale ran his fingers through his hair before wiping his face. “I know.” He whispered. It felt ridiculous, almost, to think of professing his love at a time like this with so much at stake. It hardly felt the time or place, and wished for a moment he were back in Waterdeep, back at Blackstaff, where he could have expressed himself properly rather than make an utter fool of himself. 

But, the past was the past. No matter how desperately he wished it were different, it was not.

**** 

The conversation with Karlach weighed heavily on him, a burden he carried through each battle, panic engulfing him whenever Tav was injured or in harms way. He positioned himself accordingly each time, trying to command the space in front of her, keeping her from the direct line of fire. 

Despite this, he kept his thoughts to himself. Best to meet it, on his own terms. 

They were finally close to the heart of it all. Gale knew his time was running thin, slipping through his fingers like sand. Through their efforts, they managed to rescue the Tieflings, open the portal for Halsin to retrieve Thaniel, mend his missing half, and discovered the nightsong was in fact no mere artifact, but a person. An aasimar. 

To their surprise, despite Shadowhearts desperation prior to become a dark justiciar, she spared her life earning Shar’s retribution. 

Now, they lay scattered across Moonrise, bloodied and battered after their first assault. Tomorrow, they would face Kethric Thorm. 

His time had run out. 

Once they settled in for the evening, everyone tending to their bruised and broken bodies, Gale meandered to the docks and gazed across the black waters. 

He thought of Tara, of Waterdeep, of his mother. How the sun dipped below the horizon, into the rippling shores beyond, his tower filled with tomes, knick-knacks of his adventures and mis-thereof. The smell of old tapestries, pine, and hearth. How even if he chose not to detonate the orb, he very well not make it out alive. 

A tearless sob bubbled from his throat and he hung his head in his hands. 

“Gale?” Tav’s soft voice carried through the late-night and he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He did not turn around. 

[bruised-halo]

So we finally hit the lovers stage of enemies to lovers..... and let me just say it is HITTING

Like... the absolute adoration in Shadowheart's eyes 😍😭😭

[isda-bata]

Posting this here on tumblr too cause god I put so much work into this. In an alternate timeline where Astarion chose to go through with Ascension. Monthas confronts him the morning after. Astarion says he'd let the world burn for Monthas but all Monthas sees is the world and the people he protects burning in ashes.. all the people he cared about and all those who begged for help burning away. Despite all of his words of devotion and promises of a future full of lavish love being rained on him, Monthas sees the truth of how their lives will go if he stays by Astarion's side. A bird in a gilded cage.

[trappedinafantasy37]

POV: Evil murder kitten tries to evil murder you in your sleep. She's desperate for a reason not to evil murder you because she does not want to.

[zombie-bait]

These two have big “no one’s allowed to kill her except me” energy and I think they should kiss about it

(i think they also deserve a nice break)

[ceosato]

cant get enough of them