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Morena Baccarin

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Mis ojos..

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ꨄ Meeting Mother ꨄ

Gale x fem Tav — Fluff

Summary: It’s time to meet mother Morena! Gale is super nervous. Just like himself, Morena couldn’t possibly keep her comments and questions to herself! Give me all that fluff and embarrassing comments ;p

Notes: Let’s meet our Wizard boyfriends mama. She definitely doesn’t hold back what’s on her mind..I LOVE THISSSS and it’s been on my hc for so long now.

"This blasted piles of books!" Gale rushed around his tower, tidying up the mess of books and scrolls that littered the floor. "I can't believe my mother's coming today!" his voice was frantic and shaky. "I'm sure she heard lots about you, dear."

Tav giggled at his nervousness, maybe even her own nervousness as well. "Everything will be alright...you're definitely overthinking it again, Gale," Tav crossed her arms, popping out her hips with a playful smile. "Besides, I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you since magic."

Gale stopped in his tracks and turned to her, a smile spreading across his face. "You're a devil, my love."

Gale wrapped his arms around Tav's shoulders, tugging her into a small hug. "You really think so?" Gale's voice went soft again. All he wanted to do was make a good impression. Of himself that is, Tav was already perfect in his eyes.

"Of course, I do," Tav snaked her hands up his back and squeezed him. "Now come on, let's get you cleaned up before she gets here."

Gale nodded and followed Tav to the bathroom. He splashed some water on his face and combed his hair, then they headed back to the living room. Tav sat down on the couch and Gale paced back and forth nervously.

"She's going to be here soon" he said. "I don't know what to do."

"Just relax, love," She stroked small circles on his back. "Your mother loves you."

Gale took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. He reached out for Tav’s hand and held it tightly. And there it was, those sad puppy eyes whenever he got upset.

"You doing it again." Tav cupped the side of his cheek.

His eyes trailed up to Tav's, "Hmm?"

"That sad puppy face - you're making those eyes again." Tav chuckled softly and traced her thumb against his cheekbone.

Gale looked down at her, his brown eyes meeting her own. He could feel the warmth of Tav's skin through his stubble, and Gale leaned in, brushing his lips against hers.

“Gale?” Tav’s voice was soft and breathy between their lips.

It was soft and warm at first, but then it became intense. Gale chased Tav’s lips when she tried to pull away, and he leaned over her, pushing her back against the couch. The kiss became rough and Tav hooked her arms around his neck, pulling him closer into the depth of the kiss.

Tav teasingly bit Gale’s lower lip and pulled it back with a playful glint in her eyes.

“You are always the sweetest taste on my tongue." He teased.

“Mmm, I love it when you talk to me like that,” Tav hummed with a smirk. “Say more - please."

Gale laughed and kissed her again. This time, the kiss was slow and sweet. They savored each other’s lips and tongues, and Tav felt her heart racing against his chest.

His hands found all the sweet spots of Tav's curves, squeezing the pudge of her hips. Between the kisses he whispered between each syllable, “I love you.”

Their tongues danced and caressed each other, and when Gale finally pulled away with a sharp breath, a lace of spit stringed from their lips.

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

Eye's widened with a gasp. Their bodies jumped out of their skin and they both peeled off each other.

Gale jumped up and hurried to the door. He opened it to see his mother, Morena, standing there. She was wearing a long, flowing dress and a warm smile on her face.

"Gale!" she clasped her hands, her eyes lighting up. "It's so good to see you, my son."

Gale stepped aside and let her in. She hugged him tightly, grabbing his face and squishing it between her hands as she giggled. "My, my, you're so handsome! Have you been taking care of yourself lately?"

Before Gale could utter a word as he squirmed under her hold, Morena had already turned towards Tav.

"And who is this lovely young woman?" she asked.

"Wait..." She studied Tav's face for only a moment longer, "You must be Tav. Oh, my dear, I've heard so much about you."

Gale quickly walked to Tav's side, hooking his arm around her waist and pulling her against his hip, "Mother, This is the hero of Faerun," Gale's smile grew on his face, and a slight blush burned his cheeks, "And also...my lover."

Morena's eyebrows raised and her mouth softly gapped. She smiled in return while extending her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Tav," she said. "I've waited for my son to share his home with someone."

Tav took her hand and smiled back. "It's nice to meet you too, Morena," she said. "Gale has told me a lot about you."

They talked for a while longer, getting to know each other. Morena seemed to like Tav very much, and Gale was relieved. He knew that she would be happy for him.

"You should try some of the tea Tav brought back from Baldur's Gate, Mother. I'm going to grab some if you'll excuse me." Gale left the room and left Tav and his mother alone in private.

They both sat at a small table, and Morena seemingly stared Tav up and down. Her thoughts were unknown but the look in her eyes was so telling, "You are quite the beauty."

Tav felt a hotness in her neck that crept onto her face, "You're being too nice...This face has suffered many scars in these past months." Tav chuckled to herself and scratched her head shyly.

"That's no problem, I see beyond that, And seemingly so does my son." Morena leaned her chin onto the base of her fingers and tilted her head, admiring the tidiness of Gale's tower.

"So tell me, how's Waterdeep been treating you?"

Tav's eyes light up. This was her new home and well - she loved it. Especially with Gale, "Dare I say I like it better than Baldur's Gate?" Tav smirked and rolled her eyes playfully.

Gale came back into the room with a tray of three teacups, settling each cup down in front of the woman before joining them.

Morena's hummed in approval from the tea and they conversated for a while longer before she fell silent. From her POV, she'd never seen Gale so happy in his own home. It tugged at her heart strings and then the question left her lips,

"So, when are you two going to give me some grandchildren?"

Tav choked on her tea. She was completely caught off guard by the question. She had never really thought about having children before. Gale hastily patted Tav's back with a shocked expression as she caught her breath.

"I, um, I don't know," Tav stammered. "We've never really talked about it."

Morena smiled. "Well, you have plenty of time," she said. "But I'm just so excited to be a grandmother someday."

Tav wryly smiled back, but she still felt a little flustered. She didn't know how to respond to Morena's question.

"Mom," Gale firmly interjected, "Tav and I want to enjoy each other's company before we start thinking about kids."

Morena nodded with a crinkles on her eyes. "Of course, dear," she said. "I just wanted to know what your plans were."

Gale turned to Tav and gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry," he whispered. "We'll talk about it when the time is right."

Tav smiled back at him. She was so grateful he came to her rescue. He knew exactly what she was feeling, and he was able to put her at ease.

"I've heard stories that you are a fearsome fighter." Morena quickly changed the subject and Tav sighed in relief.

"Ahh...Yes, I've held a blade for as long as I could remember." Tav's heart whelmed, reminiscing of her childhood.

Morena let out a laugh that had both of them confused, "Might I say! My Gale has a taste for strong woman in armor-“

“Mother!”

Oh, no, that didn't stop her, “He used to watch the woman march down the streets in their armor, face all flushed. How things never change.”

Tav's eye trailed to Gale, a smirk plastered on her face, "Oh, really?"

Gale dragged his finger tips down his face in a stressful sigh, "Please spare me the embarrassment, thank you."

Morena shook her head gently as they both giggled at his reddened face. Wow, who knew Gale had a type.

The rest of the day seemed to pass nicely in the hours Morena visted them. She grew to love Tav, not only for her heart but for making her son so happy. Especially after the whole situation with Mystra, which was absolutely a sensitive topic for Morena. It was best to leave it in the past.

After a while, Morena stood up and hugged Tav and Gale, "I should probably get going. It's been lovely spending time with you two."

Gale and Tav walked her to the door. Morena turned to her son and gave him a hug.

"I'm so proud of you, Gale," she said. "I'm glad you've found someone who makes you happy." She wrapped her hands again around her son.

Gale smiled and hugged her back. "I'm glad too,"

Morena turned to Tav and smiled. "And you, Tav," she said. "You're a wonderful girl. I'm so glad Gale has you in his life."

Tav blushed and smiled back. "Thank you, Morena," she said. "I'm glad to be in his life too."

Morena winked at Tav, "You're skin is glowing by the way."

Tav tilted her head, "What?"

"Nothing, lovely. Something is telling me I'll be seeing you again very soon."

Morena gave them one last hug and then walked out the door. Gale and Tav watched her go, then turned to each other and smiled.

"She's really nice," Tav said.

"I know," Gale pressed his lips against her forehead. "I'm so glad she approves of you."

Tav leaned in and met his lips with a chuckle. "I love you,"

Gale smiled and kissed her back. "I love you too.”

They stood there for a moment, holding each other close.

"What was your mom talking about, Gale?" Tav crinkled her eyebrows totally lost.

He shrugged with a wry smile, "I'm not sure, my love. She's just admiring you."

"Hmm..."

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Gale's mother (headcanon)

In the fandom Morena Dekarios is usually described similarly to Gale - brown hair, brown eyes, tanned skin. Fair enough, but in game her appearance is neither described nor shown. So, she can look completely different.

Imagine: Gale takes you, his beloved, to his mother's home. you are nervous about how you will talk to her. He squeezes your hand in reassurance and leads to an old house at the outskirts of Waterdeep. Gale knocks the door, there is a ruffle of feathers (Tara must have come earlier) and shuffle of legs and clothes behind. The door opens – and you stand there dumbfounded with an open mouth.

Before you stands a half-elf middle-aged woman (in human years she would be in her fifties) with alabaster skin, light blue eyes and long golden hair in an intricate hairstyle. When she and Gale embrace you cannot but wonder how on Toril they can look so different.

Only later, when you sit around the dining table, Morena Dekarios tells you that when she was young she had a wonderful, passionate romance with a Calishite wizard, who quickly disappeared from the city.

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Snippet Sunday

Thank you for tagging me @nerdallwritey and @kalmiaphlox! 🥰

Here’s the beginning from chapter 11 of Roasted ☕️

Astarion was sat on the plush carpet of Morena’s living room leaning against Gale’s shoulder as conversation carried on around them. He sipped at mulled wine while his hand idly stroked a handmade sweater that Morena had gifted him, folded neatly on his lap.

When she had first handed him the package wrapped in brown paper - secured neatly with twine and a sprig of lavender tucked under the bow - he was puzzled. She tossed a similar one to Gale, assuring the other guests they would receive theirs later on.

His fingers pulled at the rough string. He tried to contain his eagerness while tearing open the paper, but it must have slipped because Gale chuckled beside him, watching with his own excitement glistening in his warm eyes.

Astarion gasped as he lifted the sweater. It was beautiful maroon crafted in a chunky knit fashion. The wool was soft against his face as he cuddled into it, smelling faintly of Morena’s perfume. He held it away from him and stared in wonder.

“I hope it’s alright. Consider it an early Christmas present,” Morena said with a smile.

“It…It’s more than alright.” He felt the beginnings of tears in his eyes. He cleared his throat as Gale’s arm came around him. “Thank you, so very much.”

His ears drowned out the noise of Gale opening his gift. He continued to look over the sweater, admiring every loop, every strand, every bit of care Morena Dekarios had poured into it for him. He had never been given a handmade gift before Gale. Now he proudly owned two, the vase Gale had crafted and a wool sweater from the mother of the man he loved. Both meant more to him than any expensive bauble or trinket money could buy.

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beach day ! — op81

pairings ! — oscar piastri!girl dad x fem!mom!filipina!reader

warnings ! — none, pure fluff

info ! — in which oscar, y/n, and their daughter ilia have a fun beach day.

authors note ! — SEND REQUESTS PLEASEE IM BEGGING 🙏🏼 (yes im this desperate!) this is based on the y/n and ilia from my 3 part mini series, which are what?!, shock!, and again?! so make sure to check those out if you'd like <3, however this can be read as a standalone

format ! — writing

“Are you ready for the beach, my love?” you said with a warm smile rolling onto your lips, looking at your daughter with full adoration. She had your dark eyes, she had brown hair (though they weren't as dark as yours, hers was lighter), but she had her father's fair skin tone, no touch of your morena skin tone. Not even a sprinkle. She was as light as day. A smile rolled onto her lips too as your daughter, Ilia, happily nodded.

“I’m so excited! Will I be able to make sand castles with you and Papa?” Ilia exclaimed, jumping in place as your hands clasped with her small ones like a puzzle piece. Her excitement only made your smile wider, she and Oscar were your life, your happiness, and your will to keep on going. Your daughter had her swimsuit on already, it was blue (her favorite color) with frills, and had a woven hat on.

You nodded looking down at her, “Of course, we’ll make it very big. Won't we Mahal?” you said, looking at your husband who just came down after he finished getting ready. Oscar wore his cap (no, not his McLaren one if that's what you were thinking) a creme off-white button-up shirt, and some blue shorts.

His eyes met yours and soon Ilia’s he too nodded with a smile, “Yes, it’ll be very big and taller. Taller than you, Ilia.” Ilia gasped, she raised her right hand up high to show how tall it would be, then looked up at her hand. You and Oscar chuckled.

“This tall?” Ilia asked, tilting her head to the right as she furrowed her eyebrows.

“Yes, that tall anak.”

“So tall it’ll reach the sky?” she said as her eyes went big, making you and your husband chuckle again.

“Yes, darling.” Oscar stepped into the conversation again.

“Okay then, let's go!” Ilia said, her hand still clasped with yours As you held onto the bag filled with toys and other beach day necessities. Your eyes widened as she ran to the door, dragging you along with her.

“Woah, woah! Okay, Missy!” you chortled, unlocking the door and pushing it open. You followed Ilia as she went to the car, urging you to open it. “Wow, I guess you’re super duper excited!”

“Of course I am, Mama!” Ilia climbed into the car once you opened it, waiting for you to buckle her into her carseat. Closing the door, you open the passenger and climb inside, waiting for Oscar to come. In the meantime, you set the beach bag down in a safe place. Once Oscar arrived he began driving his way to the beach, passing scenic roads.

You and Oscar were conversing with Ilia about what she did during preschool, she was pretty extroverted and talkative, but you and Oscar definitely were not. I guess it’s true, two introverts make one extrovert.

You looked outside your side of the window, “Ilia, look we’re at the beach!” you pointed at the sand-filled grounds and the people in the water splashing and playing. Glancing into the mirror you saw Ilia shake in her car seat, you laughed to yourself and nudged Oscar to look into the mirror as well. Oscar locked eyes with yours and burst out laughing.

Eventually, the three of you got settled, and you were lying down reading a book with flip-flops and the bag beside you as Oscar and Ilia tried to make a really big sand castle. Occasionally you looked up from your book to see what progress they had, and to say the least Oscar did 99% of the work while Ilia was just patting it carefully here and there and praising Oscar. You smiled to yourself.

You could tell Ilia was getting bored by watching Oscar shape the sand castle. “Papa, can we just go play in the water now?” she whined.

“One minute, honey,” he said, finishing his last touches. When he was finally finished he stood up after a long time of not and smiled happily. “Isn’t it nice, Ilia?”

“Yeah, Papa it’s super nice. Can we go now?” Ilia said in a hurry, she looked over at you, “Mama, want to come?” she asked, having a hand out for you.

“Of course, my love!” you grasped her hand and Oscars as you three ran to the water.

You splashed Ilia and Oscar in the water, and you got payback from the two of them. You smiled happily as you watched Ilia get on Oscar’s back. This was the life, you were happy this was your life. You wouldn't change it for anything.

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oscarpiastri that sand castle looks amazing i wonder who made that!!

⤷ yeah, i wonder! i think it was ilia.

oscarpiastri yeah uh no, she did nothing.

⤷ OSCAR

oscarpiastri what? 🧍🏼‍♂️

lilymhe tell lia i miss her🥹💔

⤷ she misses her auntie lily 🩷

kellypiquet maybe we could have her and penny have a playdate?

⤷ omg, yes!! message me rn <3

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This was requested by @wine-effectao3 !!

BG3 characters react to the other companions story events/conflicts! These lovelies watch each other go through so much and I have so many HC's about how they feel/interact. There isn't a HC for every character combination, but I did as many as I have rn- I'm open to a part 2 👀

Spoilers for BG3! Enjoy the fluff ^^

(I don't have another image rn, so enjoy my necromancer durge; Ezerah)

Lae'zel -

Lae'zel tends to keep to her own affairs, so stays distant, but watching the Blade of Frontiers gain horns from the source of his commitment and power over what was essentially a mislead, a lie?? The thought of Vlaakith doing the same to her, makes her sick. But inspired her all the same, seeing him take it in stride. She always spoke highly of him as a warrior. Shadowheart gained Lae'zels sympathies as well after the fall of Ketheric. Both Wyll and Shadowheart never have to worry about their weapons being maintained and sharpened. Lae'zel gladly allows them both as much time to relax as she can.

Shadowheart -

Knowing she and Astarion have such similar stories makes the vampire seem a lot more...human, for lack of a better term. She understands that all his avoidance and irritation with immediate kindness isn't out of just being mean- he doesn't want to come off as vulnerable or easy to take advantage of ever again. She goes out of her way to make comments so people know the kindness is begrudging or hesitant, so people don't get that idea. He doesn't know she does that. She won't tell him either. And as much as they butt heads, Lae'zel would have a cleric at her side at a moments notice if she asked.

Wyll -

Watching a man like Gale (someone Wyll looked up to given his mastery of magic without need for a devil's pact) be told by his goddess his old lover- turn so cold as to ask for his death? Nothing makes him more hopeless. Wyll tried to take his mind off it by asking Gale about his home, asking him about plans, making sure he has them. Because Wyll won't let him sacrifice himself. On top of that, he feels awful for Karlach. She inspires him so much knowing what she went through in Avernus and survived, still giggling and dancing. As a lover of dance, he teaches her ballroom and formal dance, in turn, she teaches him house and breakdancing.

Karlach -

There is nobody she feels for in the camp quite like Astarion. She cannot stand the utter hopelessness, anger and betrayal in his eyes and voice whenever he speaks of Cazador, and how willing he is for help from a devil of all people. She knows that desperation. It hurts to see. She sh!t talks Gortash and Zariel with him, so he has an excuse to talk about wiping the floor with Cazador. She also likes watching Gale get excited whenever she asks him a question about- anything really. She hates when his big brown eyes get all sad, so she'll keep him occupied talking about weave and potioncraft and old scripture.

Gale -

While it doesn't bother Wyll so much, Gale is a mommas boy, and can't imagine not having her. He makes plans for his mother to meet Wyll. She makes amazing brownies, and every person should be able to enjoy a mothers baking. (Wyll loves Morena and visits her often after act 3. She loves him for keeping her son safe.) Other than this, watching Lae'zel and Shadowheart lose the admiration of their Gods hurts him personally. He knows that fall. Goes out of his way to make sure they don't lose hope. "Who's to say you can't still have a dragon? There's plenty around. Bigger. Scarier. Probably also hates mind-flayers. Perfect for a woman of your demeanour." He assures her. / "If its any consolation, I like the new hair, Shadowheart. Between you and me, you look much better with white hair than he does" He jokes.

Astarion -

As a man used to fixing his things (since they're all he's got) he goes out of his way to make sure Karlachs things are all in good shape. Clive gets torn at some point or other, and he's pulling out his fabrics and sewing set and wordlessly returns him to Karlachs tent, much to her relief. Neither of them have a lot- so of course he's going to maintain what she has. She deserves it. Also, Shadowheart telling her story hits home for Astarion a lot. Being vulnerable, scared and otherwise an easy target- and having your whole life turned upside down because someone took advantage of it? He becomes a lot more talkative with her. Even if it's just over wine and complaining. Oh, and of course nothing makes him happier than watching Lae'zel turn her back on Vlaakith. Go her.

Halsin -

Halsin has nothing but praise for Wyll. His endless kindness, his patience with the teifling children, his level-headedness in crisis- he is the leader Halsin wishes he was. Halsin also sees Astarions hunger for power. Halsin might not speak of it often, but he's had at least 3 years of what Astarion's suffered for 200, and he knows how much powerlessness feels like vulnerability. He let's the vampire know he's got a bear at his back, even if its met with an eye roll.

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Father Body

Baldur's Gate 3 Ficlet

Gale x Tavirel (My Tav)

Fluff, short and stupid

Trigger warning; Whole thing is about body weight.

Hmmm.

‘Yes?’

Gale Dekarios stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom, fresh from a hot bath, towel about his hips, just staring at himself. This wasn’t incredibly unusual. Gale was the sweetest fellow a person could ever meet in Faerun, but he was always very fixated on how he looked. Couldn’t fool anyone, the coif and perfectly cut beard, along with his fine jewels and clothing, he was clearly a well groomed man. He always took care of his figure as well, which wasn’t common for a wizard, but Gale made sure to keep the old ticker in check. Well, until he married Tavriel and settled down. Working on his body was no longer at the top of his priority list. He couldn’t remember the last time he sparred with a dummy or let Tara treat him like target practice. Not since his little one was growing in her mother’s belly.

Hmm…..

‘What?’

When Tavriel got pregnant, Gale took it upon himself as the primary cook to keep his wife happily fed at all hours of the day. Keeping a fresh diet was important for a parent to keep their growing baby healthy and strong. This changed Gale’s diet as well, though he had no excuse to pack on the calories. He was not growing a child inside of him. Almost a year after Tavriel gave birth to their daughter, Gale’s body was certainly….softer than it had been. Than it had ever been. He knew he was gaining weight, but after a preen in the mirror, he was a little fixated on it.

Hmmmmm….

‘Gale, Yondallah be light, what are you doing?’

Gale turned from the mirror, where he had been making little sounds in reaction to his body, to see Tavriel, changing little Morena on their bed. She knew Gale had gained a little weight and his muscle mass was no longer defined, but she had gained three times his weight gain and was very sure she’d never lose it. Besides, she loved his soft belly and chest, the cellulite on his thighs under his bum, stretch marks slowly defining on his skin infer his thick body hair. It would have been more obvious that his body drove her wild if she was not as exhausted as she was caring for an infant. Gale looked at Tavriel, who was in a silk, long nightgown, giving him quite the look. He sighed and looked back at the mirror and pinched the skin near his navel.

‘I’m fat.’

This made Tavriel laugh and pick up little Morena and walk over to Gale. Morena was three months old and if there was a more loved little baby on the material plane, no one would have ever heard of them. Morena, or Rena to keep things easy, was a sweet chubby little baby, who resembled her father very much at such a young age. Brown eyes, straight brown hair and a round nose. She was dressed in a little blue sleep sack.

‘If you are fat, I am a whale.’ Tavriel retorted and watched him from the mirror. Gale scoffed.

‘’You are not a whale, ever since you gave birth to her, you’ve been sleeping on top of me at night. I am incredibly certain even though I have no experience in the matter, that I would have perished by now if you were a whale.’ Tavriel snorted at him. Rena cooed. Gale looked down at the little one, just cheeks and brown eyes she was.

‘I am still bigger than you,’ Tavriel retorted and Gale smirked and looked at her. Yes, Tavriel had gained weight. Of course she had. He would never go as far as saying she was bigger than him. Her tummy was, her hips were, but she wasn’t. And he wouldn’t entertain it. He loved the way she looked and the way she felt.

‘Absolutely inaccurate,’ he told her and she smiled up at him. She wouldn’t win that argument.

‘Mmmm well, regardless, I like how you look, my darling. You look so much more….domestic,’ she said and he laughed hard.

‘Oh well thank the gods for that,’ he said, holding his stomach and towel to his body. ‘I guess this is the final stage for which I am to accept that I am a father, eh?’ He asked once he calmed down and Tavriel shook her head.

‘No, that you are content,’ she said and Gale grinned. He was content. Exhausted, sure, but for the first time in his entire life, he was satisfied, would he still explore and learn? For the rest of his life, but he wanted for nothing anymore. He had it all, his health, his home, his companion and their little family. ‘And you’re a father whether or not you have that…very…nice shape,’ she said and gave a little giggle. Gale’s eyes grew and his eyebrows shot up.

‘What, do you like it?’ He asked and Tavriel giggled again and bit her bottom lip.

‘Yes,’ she admitted and shook her head. ‘Not that it matters, you know I love you no matter what but…’ she glanced at the mirror to see his full reflection. Yes, just like that, he was perfect. ‘I don’t know, it’s just…’ Gale leaned in close and kissed her cheek, knowing his wife too well to know she was not going to finish that sentence. He would take the compliment. Little Rena gurgled for attention and one of her arms poked out from its swaddle. Gale looked down at her and kissed her little hand. The baby grabbed at his lips, digging her nails into him with much more force than logically made sense for someone so little. A baby’s viper grip. Tavriel laughed as Gale groaned and helped him be free of her claws. ‘Alright, no more flirting, we’re going to clip those nails,’ she told Rena who just gave a stretch. She was a good baby, just a very strong one.

Tavriel walked Rena over to the bed and Gale got himself dressed in a sleep shirt and trousers. He helped hold Rena still so Tavriel could gently and safely cut the little one’s nails. Next was Tavriel’s favorite part of the night, Gale would read something to Rena to soothe her to sleep. It could be anything, Rena didn’t understand, but her father’s voice reading anything out loud made the little one drift off heavily into a deep slumber. It worked on Tavriel as well. Gale stopped reading when Tavriel got heavy as she leaned on him. He placed the book aside and took Rena from Tavriel who would get herself comfortable in bed. He kissed his daughter’s cheek and set her in her crib. He shuffled back to bed with a yawn and the moment he was in bed, Tavriel latched onto him from behind. He chuckled and Tavriel gave him a squeeze, spooning him and holding him as if she would fall off the bed otherwise.

‘I love you, Mister Dekarios,’ Tavriel whispered and lifted her head to kiss Gale’s ear. He placed his hand over her and twisted his head to kiss her lips.

‘I love you more, Missus Dekarios.’

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Also I really like reading young!Gale headcanons bc I think there’s so much depth to be found in a story of a young prodigy! If you have any hc about it please share

Thank you and good morning (from my neck of the woods)!

Aww young Gale! I think it came to little surprise that he drew the attentions of Elminster (and Mystra) for Morena, as her son was inquisitive from an early age. Anything new, anything foreign to Gale, be it an object or concept, incited question after question, which for a mother could be quite exhausting. (Not to mention the collection of flowers, insects, and just rocks that she would find in his bedroom or in various "observation areas" around the house.)

The libraries and bookshops in Waterdeep knew the rambunctious boy who tugged at his mother's arm well, offering to keep an eye on him so Morena could run errands while he inhaled books on whatever subject caught his interest that day. It wasn't uncommon to find him head down, fast asleep on a desk, as the moment he could conjure light, he used it to read well past his bedtime, long after Morena blew out the candles in his room.

Unfortunately, while Elminster's connections secured him tutors and a well sought-after seat at the Blackstaff Academy, Gale was much younger than most of his peers. It mattered little of course when taking tests or writing papers, but his social circle was rather small. On the rare occasion that a fellow student approached, Gale's smile would grow, only to be faced with dejection as soon as he learned their intention - best case, for help studying... worse case, to copy his work.

As he grew older, his age matching that of the entering class at the Academy despite himself being years into his arcane studies, Gale drew the eye of many fledgling mages. Brown eyes, a dashing smile that exuded confidence... his was a popular hand at the Blackstaff's Ball indeed. But if anyone hoped to share more than a dance, they would have to be open to Gale's insistent critiques on their pronunciation and spellcasting form.

So many just stuck to dancing.