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waterdeep-weavemoss · 3 months ago

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Kinktober day 2! Song is Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter. Modern AU Gale x Tav.

Doe perched at the bar, bathed in neon lights. She ran a long nail around the rim of her cocktail glass, gazing into its sweet red depths. It was almost full, and she was bored; the grape-press crush of bodies was a mush of neon pinks and lime greens and the occasional flash of blinding blue-white teeth in the blue gloom.

She scanned the bodies, trying not to inhale the heady mix of dried sweat and spirits, and the gentle ghost of vomit. Her date had vanished, his curly hair indistinguishable in the crowd.

'Fuck sake,' she muttered. Sitting with her chin in her hand, she barely noticed when the stool next to hers was occupied, until a piece of paper slid under her nose.

you look in need of rescue

written in neat cursive. She read the words once more, chancing a glance to the side.

'Gale?' she mouthed. His dark eyes glittered in the bright lights, shirt crisp and glowing. He offered a sympathetic smile, slid gracefully off his stool and offered a hand. She hesitated and then took it, his warm grasp anchoring her as they wove through the crowd and into the chilly air outside.

'You need to stop going on dates with men who don't appreciate you,' he said by way of greeting.

'Rude,' she shot back, stung. 'Why's that your business?'

'Doe,' he said, squeezing her hand. 'You're a clever, capable, gorgeous girl. You're wasted on the likes of Aradin.'

He gazed down at her, his eyes warm but serious.

'We've known each other for years and you tell me this now?' she asked, tilting her head.

'Look, this isn't a pass,' he said, dropping her hand and taking a step back. 'I don't mean it to come off like that. I just mean that you-' he looked away. His jaw tensed and he exhaled through his nose, a stream of white smoke in the dark. 'You deserve better.'

I must be dreaming. Gale Dekarios, the man I've been crushing on for years now...

'Mr Dekarios, are you asking me on a date?'

Of course not. He's just being nice. Preposterous. Idiot.

He looked up, hope alighting in his gaze. 'Would you accept?'

Oh holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fu-

'Depends.' She tried keeping things light and playful, even as her heart was in her throat. The effect was slightly marred by the way she trembled. 'Where would you take me?'

His cheeks flushed pink and he licked his lips, voice a croak when he spoke again. 'Oh, anywhere you wanted.'

Warmth pooled in her stomach. Oh, gods.

'Here.' He took off his tweed jacket, draped it around her bare shoulders. She was enveloped in the smell of books and sandalwood, coffee and vanilla. She huddled into it, even though the sleeves were far too long.

'Oh, you smell good,' she said without thinking. She felt the blush from the roots of her hair down her neck. 'Fuck, I didn't-'

'Come home with me.'

'What?' She blinked at him, bug-eyed, her heart hammering. 'Did you just say?'

'Pretty please?' he asked, mouth quirking into a sheepish smile. 'Pretty please with a cherry on top?' He held out his hand, wiggled his fingers, raised an enquiring brow.

'You're so silly,' she said.

'Call me a diviner, but I think you like silly.'

'Maybe a bit,' she said, taking his hand.

'I hope you don't mind,' he said. 'But we'll being going home by bike.'

'Oh.' She giggled in confusion. 'Like... a tandem bike?'

'No,' he smirked. He wouldn't elaborate, walking silently with her hand held firmly in his. And then he stopped down a side street.

In front of a shining black motorcycle.

'Oh,' she said.

He dropped her hand and opened the saddlebags. 'I always keep a spare,' he said, extracting a bright purple helmet. 'Here. Oh, and-' he pushed up his shirt sleeve, pulled a silk scrunchie from his wrist. 'You don't want your hair to turn into a tangled mess.'

The unspoken hung in the air.

Yet.

She tied her hair back, watched him retrieve another tie from the opposite wrist and do the same, then pull on a snug black leather jacket, gloves, and his helmet.

'Clip it under your chin,' he said, swinging a long leg over the bike. 'Climb up behind me and hang on tight. Remember to lean when I do.'

She swung up behind him, grateful that she'd opted for leather trousers instead of a skirt, winding her hands around his waist. The bike roared to life, purring beneath her. Gale nudged the kickstand with his boot and they were off, the city flashing past them in bright swathes of colour. He wove expertly through traffic, laughing in delight as he pushed the bike faster, until they were going 90mph and both of them were laughing like lunatics.

The wind cut through the jacket she wore, chilling her to the bone, but she didn't care; Gale radiated warmth and she could barely breathe with the exhilaration of it.

And all too soon, they were slowing, pulling up in front of a smart townhouse. They dismounted, helmets and leathers packed back into the saddlebags, and then he was bounding up the front steps and unlocking the door. Doe giggled when he threw it open dramatically and swept into a bow as she stepped over the threshold.

'I hope you'll forgive my lack of decorum,' he said lowly as he closed the door behind them. 'But I have been wanting to do this since I saw you at the bar.'

And then her back was against the wall, his warm body pinning hers, belly to belly and chest to chest. His knee slid between her thighs, his mouth on her mouth, his fingers twining with hers, held either side of her head.

'And you seemed so sweet,' she gasped when they broke apart, nose to nose.

'Perish the thought,' he said, the husky rumble of his voice shuddering through her body. 'Gods, the things I'm going to do to you...'

He kissed her again, slid a hand into her hair and bared her throat, sucking hickeys into her pulse, down to her shoulder, nibbling gently.

'Tell me,' she gasped.

'Mmph,' he said in protest, mid-kiss. 'But that means I have to stop kissing you.'

'A compelling argument, but- ngh-'

'Hmm. Okay, sweet girl,' he said, rising to kiss her lips again. His eyes smouldered. 'I'm going to fuck you against this wall.' He kissed her again. 'And then bend you over my desk.' Another kiss. 'And then on the sofa, in the shower, in my bed...' he pulled on her earlobe with his teeth. 'How does that sound?'

Like heaven.

'Like a challenge,' she gasps. 'For how many times you can make me come.'

'Hardly a challenge,' he says flippantly. Her heart stuttered. 'I bet he never even knelt for you, did he?'

Ah. So you're proving a point.

'No.'

He made a noise of disgust. 'Hmph.'

'Well?' She strained against his restraining hands. 'Get on with it.'

He smiled wickedly at her. 'Say please.'

A flare of defiance rose in her chest. She pulled against his grip to kiss him again, but he pulled tantilisingly out of reach. 'Gale-'

'Come on,' he grinned. 'Beg.'

She growled, squirming in his grip. 'Please.'

'You can do better,' he crooned.

'For fuck sake,' she whined in frustration. 'Please. Gale, godsdamn it those better be promises. I want you to fuck me all over this beautiful house.'

'Hmm.' He deliberated, eyes glittering. 'Since you've been such a good girl... why not?'

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ghoulishlygrey · 7 months ago

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The New Mrs. Dekarios Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Find chapter one here <3

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Gale Dekarios x Fem!reader/Tav

18+ MDNI

Tags: weddings, tailor!astarion, bride!reader, oral sex, cunnilingus, p in v sex, penetrative sex, wedding fluff, praise kink, soft Gale, sorcerer tav

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You gave your reflection one more glance, you looked lovely. Your reception outfit was just as graceful and beautiful as your main wedding dress, just a bit more toned down. Plus you had donned more comfortable shoes, all the better to dance in. You had fixed your makeup, as it was running by the time Gale was done with you, so redoing it was a must. There’s a soft rapping at the bathroom door, and you pad over to answer it.

“Yes?” You ask, opening the door to your husband fully, your entire outfit now on display to him for the first time. His breath hitches and he reaches out a hand to place on your waist. “You’re so beautiful.” He says, thumb rubbing soft circles against you.

“You look stunning in this,” He continues, leaning in to whisper this next part in your ear, “I can’t wait to see what you look like out of it.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you turn your head to capture his lips in a kiss. He returns it, hand on your waist pulling you flush against him and the other comes up to cup your cheek.

You’re the first to pull away, giving him an amused smile when he gives you a pout.

“We’re already late.” You scold, tearing yourself away from him and brushing right past him. He immediately falls into step behind you, descending the stairs as you do. “I can’t wait to have you, if it were up to me we’d tell everyone out there to go home so I can have you all to myself.” He says behind you, a serious tone lacing his voice that told you he meant it.

You turn on the step, catching his eye before continuing. “You’re bad.” You tease, finally reaching the main floor. He just chuckles, reaching out to grab your hand as you make your way to the main door.

“Kiss for luck?” He asks before your free hand can land on the handle.

“So greedy,” You fake roll your eyes before angling your head upwards. He meets you halfway, slotting his lips over yours, chaste and sweet.

“Ready?” You ask, hand finding the handle of the door.

“Ready.” He confirms, dusting off his jacket.

When you open the door, you are met with thunderous applause. Everyone was in good spirits, some were already drunk, some were picking food from the buffet, some were dancing, and the rest were mingling amongst themselves.

You were feeling peckish, having not eaten anything all day due to nerves.

“I’m going to get some food, care to join me?” You turn to Gale, gesturing to the semi-crowded buffet table.

“Of course.” he says, hand sliding to the small of your back. “Lead the way.”

So you did, weaving in and out of people, constantly getting stopped for hugs and congratulations, not that you minded, of course. In fact, you were so grateful that you had all these people in your life, you’d never felt so loved before.

Eventually, you made it to the buffet table. You picked up a plate, Gale joined in kind. You fell into a comfortable silence as you both loaded up your plates, only breaking it to fake gag as Gale put something on his plate that you’d never be caught dead eating. That earns a laugh from him, along with a little, “Hush, you.”

“There you two are!” You turn to face the familiar voice. Looking at you with sparkling eyes was Morena Dekarios, Gale’s mother.

“Morena!” You greet, mind flashing back to when you used to call her “Miss Dekarios,” but she was having absolutely none of it, shooting back with a, “Oh please, call me Morena.”

You set your loaded plate aside, just in time for when she rushes you.

She pulls you into a hug, “You look absolutely radiant my dear, positively stunning!”

You return the hug, taking a moment to breathe in her motherly presence. Ever since you had been introduced, the two of you had been fast friends. You had had countless wine nights with her, just the two of you. You would recount your adventures to Morena who would gasp and throw her hand over her heart at the particularly harrowing stories, and she would tell you about Gale’s childhood and all the shenanigans that he would get up to. One story that you found particularly funny was one that involved Gale’s first experience with firebolt, a story you still tease him about to this day.

“Thank you,” You reply, leaning back enough to take in her outfit. Like her son, purple was a statement in her closet, you had learned this from your countless meetings with her. Her house was purple, her couch was purple, her walls were purple and tonight, her dress was purple.

“You look wonderful too, that dress suits you very well.” You continue, taking her hand and encouraging her to do a spin. She does, laughing all the while before saying your name, “You keep me young.”

“You’ll always be young, mother.” Gale chimes in, giving her a peck on the cheek to which she accepts gratefully.

She waves him away playfully with a lively, “Oh stop it, you!”

“I will not,” He replies, but nonetheless takes a step back from her. He takes your hand idly, a motion so familiar between the two of you it feels natural.

“So how about that ceremony, aye? Talk about beautiful.” Morena says, eyes following the motion of your hands as they intertwine. She smiles at it before returning her gaze back to your faces.

“It’s everything I ever could’ve wanted.” Gale says, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Mmhm,” You nod, smile spreading over your lips just as you think about it. A beautiful wedding at sunset. Now the reception was in full swing, the night illuminated by enchanted fairy lights. Everything was beautiful, everything was perfect.

“It’s been a dream.” You admit, eyes sliding back from your fantasy and over to Morena.

“I’m so happy for both of you, truly. I’m elated that Gale found you, my darling.” She cups your face, taking a good look at you before letting go.

“Me too,” Gale says, tossing you a loving look before turning back to his mother.

“Well, I’ve taken enough of your time. I’m sure you have other guests to see.” She says, retreating her hands back to her sides and away from your face.

“None more important than you, Morena.” You say, reaching out to give her hand a squeeze.

“Oh hush now,” She says, but the blush on her cheeks betrays her. “Go mingle.”

“Yes ma’am.” You say, picking your plate back up, “Right after I inhale this food.”

Morena laughs, nodding as she says, “I see you have your priorities straight. I’ll catch you both later, dear.”

“See you later, Morena.” You reply, giving a little wave as she begins to walk away.

“Goodbye, mother.” Gale adds before turning back to you. “Shall we make our way to our spot to enjoy our dinner, dearest?”

“Yes,” You say, turning in the direction of the head table. The setup of the reception was as follows; there were round tables all throughout the space, they were packed with as many chairs that would fit, as to accommodate for the absolute horde of guests that were attending. There was a space off to the right side of the patio saved for dancing, the bards were set up right against this spot for optimal dancing volume. At the top of the space, if you were looking at it from an aerial view, was the long table that sat all those who were a part of the wedding. The two seats in the middle were empty but off to the left sat Shadowheart and Karlach and to the right of the seats sat Wyll and a newly arrived Astarion.

“Oh, Astarion’s here,” you say, pointing with your fork to where he sat, “we should say ‘hi.’”

“You go ahead, I’ll put our food down at our spots.” He says, hand held out for you to pass over your plate. You do.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit.” You lean up to kiss his cheek before turning away, once again making your way through the bustling crowd to get to the main table.

“Darling!” Astarion sees you, rising from his seat at the table and coming around to meet you.

He looks your outfit up and down, nodding approvingly. See, not only did he tailor your wedding dress but he also made the very outfit you were wearing. A little wedding gift from him to you.

“It’s stunning. Well, of course it is. I made it after all.” He laughs at his own joke and takes your hand.

“So sorry to have missed the ceremony. Although I did hear it was quite something.”

“It was everything I’d ever dreamed of.” You confirm, folding your freehand over your intertwined ones.

“I’m so glad.” He smiles at you before looking around, “And where is the groom? I’m surprised he isn’t glued to your side as usual.”

Even today, he just had to get his digs in where he could. You smiled, it was just so unapologetically him.

“He’s around here somewhere, he said he’d join us.” You turn your head, scanning the crowd for your favorite wizard. You spot him as he spots you, a blink of recognition hitting his features before beginning to beeline for you.

“Here he comes,” you point over your shoulder before turning back to face Astarion. He releases you from his grip to return his hands to his hips, presuming a sassy stance to greet Gale as he approaches.

“Well, look who it is.” Astarion says as Gale takes his place beside you, his hand immediately going to the small of your back.

“Astarion.” Gale greets, a fake politeness laced his tone.

These two weren’t the fondest of each other. They were civil, yeah, and for that you couldn’t be happier.

“I was just telling your beautiful bride that I heard the ceremony was a hit.” Astarion says.

“It was,” Gale confirms, “Sorry you couldn’t make it, it was a dream.”

“That’s what your bride said.” Astarion hums thoughtfully, “Well I think that calls for a toast.”

Astarion steps back toward the long main table, picks up three chalices from the platter at the center and passes them out. He then grabs a bottle from the same platter and reads the label.

“It’ll do.” He uncorks it and signals for both of you to hold out your cups. He fills them halfway before attending to his own.

“To,” He prepares his cup, lifting it slightly, “a lifetime of happiness. May marriage be everything you have ever dreamed of. I for one could not think of a more suitable match.”

He lifts his cup higher and you follow in suit. “To happiness.” You and Gale echo before taking sips from your chalice. The wine was sweet with notes of cherry and vanilla, a delicious red that made your tummy warm.

“Thank you Astarion, that was kind.” You say, holding your cup close to your body.

“Yes, very kind.” Gale says, hand on your back tracing random shapes.

“Don’t tell anyone, I have a reputation to uphold.” He teases, flashing his fangs at you in a smirk.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, can’t let people know you have the capacity for kindness.” You chuckle.

“I’d be ruined.” He says dramatically, “Well, I’ll let you mingle. Wouldn’t want to keep the star couple all to myself.”

“We’ll catch you later, Astarion.” Gale says, following your lead as you turn away from him.

“I swear, conversations with that vampire always leave me feeling like I just swam in a pool of spiders.” Gale says, when you’re both far enough away.

“Oh, hush.” You swat his chest lightly, the smile on your lips betraying you. You found their feud amusing, it was childish and immature but nonetheless amusing.

He led you by your lower back to your seats at the main table, your food from the buffet table was waiting for you and thankfully, it was still warm. Gale pushes in your chair from behind you as you sit, and you flash him an appreciative smile.

“Thank you kind sir.” You say, faking a regal accent and waving your hand like a queen.

He chuckles and sits beside you, “Anything for you, my darling.”

You feel a hand on your opposite arm so you turn, only to be met by a smiling Shadowheart, Karlach behind her giving you a similar look.

“What?” You turn in your chair to face them head on, letting Gale chat with Wyll as you chat with your girls.

“Why were you late?” Shadowheart asks, side glancing at Karlach who just keeps smiling at you.

You blanche, never have quite perfecting your poker face.

“I had to fix my makeup.” You say, not necessarily a lie.

“Why did your makeup need to be fixed?” Shadowheart presses, shit-eating grin plastered over her pretty face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You say defiantly, fully aware that the jig was up, you had been caught. “All I’m saying is that I hope you had fun.” Shadowheart says behind her chalice before taking a sip of the wine.

“Ohh I bet she had plenty.” Karlach pipes in, volume control still not one of her strong suits.

“Will you both be quiet?” You say, hands coming up to your face to hide your blush.

“A good shagging always helps the nerves.” Karlach says, tipping her own chalice towards you.

“So true, Karlach.” Shadowheart says, smirk only growing as her green eyes take in the state of you.

“If it’s any consultation, I only clocked it because I know you so well. I doubt anyone else, save for Gale, would notice.” She says, her gaze finally sliding away from you and to her plate of food.

“Oh goodie.” You say, stabbing a piece of food on your plate with a fork and plopping it into your mouth.

You take this moment to look around the yard, gaze hopping from person to person. You recognized everyone, of course. Hell, you had saved most of these people’s hides once or twice, their face and gratitude forever burned into your brain. You had a knack for remembering people, especially these last couple months, you had just met so many amazing ones.

Halsin and Jaheira were standing under a tree along the perimeter of the party, you can only guess what they’re talking about. Perhaps Halsin is talking about the Oak Father, Jaheria is probably talking about avenging the fallen. You knew them both well, and loved them dearly.

Lae’zel was at the buffet table, scaring everyone off just by her presence. She didn’t seem to mind, it just meant there was no competition for the food. Across the way you spot Rolan, Cal and Lia. Rolan is making little fireworks in the air for the children, getting many ‘oooo’s and ‘ahhhh’s. Dammon’s sitting at a table with some of the other tieflings, it’s interesting to see him in something other than the apron you were so accustomed to.

You look over to Gale; he’s deep in conversation with Wyll but yet it’s almost as if he feels you watching, and he turns his head to meet your gaze. He smiles, and you smile back, perfectly content with yourself in that moment. Everything was well, everything was perfect.

He says something to Wyll and turns to you, taking your hand before standing up. “My darling, I think it’s time for our first dance.”

You stand up with him, holding his hand more tightly as he guides you around the table and to the dancefloor. Shadowheart, ever vigilant, notices and signals for everyone to leave the space, that this moment was about you. The bards seem to get the message, ceasing their jolly tune and replacing it with a slow, melodic song, the perfect melody for a slow dance.

Gale brings you in close, one of your hands goes to his shoulder, the other holds his hand out to the side. His hand snakes around your waist, settling at the small of your back and pulling you closer. The two of you had danced countless nights on your terrace, the sound of the self-playing piano pulling you into a familiar choreography , but now everyone was watching, eyes trained on your figures as you began the familiar steps, feet shuffling in rhythmic timing. He steps back, you step forward, he spins you around, you catch his hand and he pulls you right back. You sway to the music, he presses his face against the side of your head, breathing in your scent.

“I could say it a thousand times and it wouldn’t be enough; you’re radiant, my love.”

You smile, pressing a kiss to the side of his face.

“I love you, Gale.”

“I love you too.”

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As the night dwindles down, you feel your stomach stirring at what’s to come.

The last of the drunken guests are meandering out, the bards are packing up their equipment, the moon is high in the sky. Shadowheart, Karlch, and Wyll stay behind to help clean a little, but the bulk of the pick-up would have to wait until the morning.

You bid your wedding party goodnight and watch them leave before turning to Gale and he wastes no time in capturing your mouth with his. You let out a squeal of surprise, he swallows it down, your tongues clashing as you meld your mouths together. Your hands go around his shoulders, his go to your hips as he pulls you flush against his body. You pull away.

“We should at least go inside first.” you tease, taking his hand and leading him past the main doorway.

“I can scarcely contain myself when it comes to you.” He says, following close behind you.

When you shut the door, he is upon you, hands at your hips and mouth kissing along the column of your throat.

Your hands wrap around his shoulders, holding yourself steady as he makes a descent down your neck.

“Oh Gods.” You sigh, head lolling back to allow him better access.

It dawns upon you that you’re in your living room, your eyes peek open as you tap Gale on the back. “Gale.”

He just groans in response.

“Gale!”

He finally pops back up, pupils blown wide in lust. “What, my love?”

“We’re in our living room.” You say, hands sliding from his shoulders and down his chest.

“It would appear so.” He says, looking around, “And?”

You playfully slap his chest, “We can’t do this down here. We have a perfectly good bedroom upstairs.”

He lets you go and sweeps an arm out towards the stairs.

“After you.” He says, giving you a smile.

“How kind.” You say, rolling your eyes in a non-serious manner.

He chuckles, giving your ass a gentle swat as you walk past him.

You approach the stairs, looking over your shoulder to find him looking at you intensely, like he was ready to pounce.

A wicked idea hits you like a lightbulb flipping on. Without breaking eye contact, you reach to the back of your dress, untying your laces carefully. When your corset is loose enough, you shuck it off, leaving it on the steps behind you. You’re left in your undergarments before you take a few more steps up the stairs. You pause again, thumbs going under the waistband of your underwear before you slide those off as well, your bra joins in suit and you don’t miss the way his breath hitches in his chest.

“Careful.” He says, a warning.

“You’ll behave.” You say, a serious but sultry tone lacing your voice.

As you climb the last of the steps, and can practically feel his eyes traveling over your figure. As you reach the top of the stairwell, you hold out a hand for him, and he takes it tenderly. You walk like that to your bedroom, hand in hand, hearts full of love.

When you finally reach your bedroom, your hand slides from his and up his arm as he wraps his around you, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. His tongue flicks out against yours as he seeks access into your mouth, pulling you ever closer to him. Your bodies press against each other and you moan as your hardening nipples rub against his suit jacket. You realize then you’re the only one in the nude, an unacceptable reality, as far as you were concerned. You pull back to tug at his jacket. “Off.” You demand, sliding it from his shoulders and it falls to the ground. He helps you with the buttons of the shirt underneath, you working from the bottom up and him working from top down until you meet in the middle and practically tear the thing off of him. Your mouth goes to the orb tattoo on his chest, kissing and licking up his neck as he moans low in his throat, one of his hands coming up to cradle the back of your head, the other has a hold on your hip, holding your pelvis against his firmly.

Your mouth travels from his neck to his face, meeting his lips in a hungry kiss. Your mouths work against each other, pushing and pulling in a heated dance of passion. You can feel the tent in his pants pressing against your stomach and he moans into your open mouth as it rubs against you.

“I need you.” He rasps, hands coming up to grope at your breasts, squeezing and kneading in a way that makes you tilt your head back and let out a low, breathless moan.

“You have me,” You say, hands coming up to card through his hair.

“Now and forever.”

He smiles at you, tenderly, and he leans down to kiss your forehead.

“I love you.” He says, pressing another kiss to your right temple.

“I love you too.” You lean up to capture his lips in yours, he returns the kiss, hands traveling down your back, encouraging you to hop up and he catches you, carrying you to the large bed on the right side of the room, hands planted firmly on your ass.

He sets you down on the mattress, only breaking the kiss to undo his trousers, all whilst looking at you hungrily. He finally, finally, tugs his trousers down, letting his cock spring free. It was fully erect, angry with a bead of pre-cum trailing from the tip down the shaft.

You spread open for him, putting your pussy on full display and he groans, drinking in the sight of you, all of you.

He sinks to his knees in front of the mattress and in front of you, eyes traveling your body at this new angle. His gaze inevitably lands on your cunt, already glistening with your juices at just the thought of what he’d do to you, just how far he’d take you tonight, how many times he’d bring you over the edge. Because knowing Gale, it’d be at least thrice.

He kisses the inner parts of your thighs, wrapping his arms around your legs to keep them spread open as he makes a beeline towards your center with kisses and licks.

You sigh blissfully at the feeling, hand reaching down to tangle in his swept back hair. He takes this as the go-ahead to take it further, placing a bold, wide stripe against your folds, earning a wanton moan from your position on the mattress.

He continues licking at your center, angling his tongue and reaching deep into your hole. It was bliss, pure bliss as his actions caused the knot in your belly to tighten, threatening to snap with the pure love and adoration he was showering you with.

He turns his attention towards your clit and you can feel your resolve disappearing around you, leaving you a moaning mess splayed over the sheets. He wraps his lips around the bundle of nerves and gently sucks, earning him a breathy gasp from you.

You can feel your cheeks turn bright red as he sinks a finger into you, pumping in and out slowly, making sure to earn each and every moan and noise from your pretty lips. Soon, he adds another finger, stretching your hole deliciously all whilst continuing his in and out motions.

It doesn’t take long for the knot in your belly to snap completely, sending you over the edge with an orgasm that has you seeing stars and chanting Gale’s name like a prayer.

“I’m right here my love,” He says, rising to his feet and taking your hand, his beard coated in your slick, “Don’t you dare get tired yet, for we have only just begun.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You say, finally able to see clearly again.

“Good.” He climbs on top of you, supporting his weight on his elbows either side of your head.

He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss again, tongue meeting yours as you open for him, legs wrapping around his waist. You can feel his cock against your stomach, fully erect and just begging to be touched. So you do, snaking your hand down your torso until you can grab it, gently stroking from base to tip. The friction causes Gale to gasp into your mouth, hands clenching the sheets from their positions next to your face.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” he grunts, eyes darting between your hand and your face.

“I think I have an inkling.” You say, finger swirling his tip as you spread the precum around the head.

“I need to be inside you.” He rasps, planting kisses to your cheek, your temple, anywhere he could reach.

You use your legs to tug him closer, pressing your lips to the side of his neck and sucking, leaving a mark .

“So what are you waiting for?” You whisper in his ear, hands coming up to wrap around his shoulders, preparing yourself.

He doesn’t answer, he just smiles at you before looking down to align himself with your entrance. Slowly, gently, he pushes himself into you, causing you to gasp as your dripping cunt swallows him up, inch by inch.

“Gods, you’re wet.” He grunts, nipping at your neck and sliding a hand up your stomach, stopping at your right breast to squeeze firmly.

“All because of you.” You breathe, hands gripping his shoulders for dear life as he slowly begins to rock into you, hips moving at an agonizingly sluggish pace as he warms you up.

It doesn't take long for him to pick up speed, nearly pulling out of you completely before pushing back in, each time earning little noises from your lips. He felt divine, every ridge and edge of his cock dragged across your velvety walls in a way that made you want to scream his name. “Gale!” You moan as he slams into you for the first time, forgoing his gentle nature in the effort to bring you pleasure, all while chasing his own. “Yes! Faster!”

He does as you command, slamming into you relentlessly and all you can do is hold onto him for dear life. Every thrust has him grunting obscenities into your ear, dirty little sentences that leave a dusting of pink over your cheeks and neck, and have you gasping for air.

“So p-pretty, taking my cock like- ngh- such a good girl.” he grunts through gritted teeth, freehand finding your jaw and anglining it to look up at him gently.

“Please- look at me..” Your eyes flutter open to gaze upon his face and fulfill his request; you meet his eyes as they stare down at you, watching your every move, your every expression. And then he goes to kiss you, a kiss that is all clacking teeth and mashing tongues as he continues his pace, steadily bringing you closer and closer to the edge of your next orgasm.

Soon enough you’re at that edge, toppling dangerously atop it, ready to fall at any second. Gale is close too, you can tell by how his grunts have evolved into a near whine, can tell by how his hips have started sputtering and losing rhythm.

“Oh, my love- I-I’m close.” He manages to get out, the hand on your jaw moving to cup your cheek instead.

“Me too,” You breathe out, your own hands raking down his back, nails leaving pink streaks as they descend.

With a few more erratic thrusts, you’re there, crying out as your orgasm takes hold of you, leaving you a shaking mess under Gale, who is thrusting you through it.

“Where do you want me to-?” He starts, looking rather frantic.

“Inside!” You gasp out, hands going to his ass to keep him firmly planted inside you. Soon enough he’s cumming inside you, shooting his warm seed across your womb and filling you thoroughly. The sounds he makes during this process are downright lewd and you love it, relishing in your joint pleasure.

He collapses next to you, pulling you into his side. You rest your head on your chest, the sound of you both trying to catch your breath fills the space, he snakes an arm around your waist from under you, hand drawing random shapes on your hip.

“You’re so amazing. Perfect, even.” He chuckles, pressing another kiss to your temple. The two of you were still connected, you could feel him softening inside you as you laid there, steadily rising and falling with his chest.

“I love you.” You say, eyes traveling from the interior of the candle lit room to his face; he meets your gaze, freehand coming up to take your chin between his fingers and guide you down for a kiss.

The kiss starts out slow, gentle, melding your lips together in languid movements as he moves you to straddle him, allowing you to lean over to have access to his lips. Eventually the kiss evolves into something else, something hungry as your tongue swipes at the seam of his lips, seeking access to the cavern of his mouth. He allows it, parting his lips open for you meeting you halfway with his own tongue.

In another moment you can feel him growing stiff inside you, causing you to gasp into the kiss.

“Already?” You ask, barely breaking the kiss before diving back in.

“Mmm.” Is his only response, seemingly at a loss for words, a once in a lifetime event for Gale; he always had something to say.

You sit up, and he chases your mouth, coming up along with you. He holds you delicately, arms holding your hips as you begin to move in circles before up and down.

“Ah-!” Gale grunts as you sink down on his sensitive cock before lifting back up just to do it over again.

Your thighs were burning, abs screaming with the effort it took to ride him like this, but it just felt so good, and every little noise you elicited from his lips just spurred you on more, determined to have him whining your name by the time you were done with him.

He pulls you tight in a hug, arms coming to wrap around you as you move in his lap, your arms return in kind, hands finding each other behind his back. He starts to move with you, hips chasing yours with every languid movement. His hips snap up to meet yours, earning a breathy moan from you and a strained grunt from him.

“S-so perfect, my perfect- ah!- girl..!” he barely manages to get out, the pleasure of your movements nearly rendering him speechless. You were in the same boat, moaning and writhing from the sheer overwhelming feeling of him filling you repeatedly.

You’re approaching your edge again, teetering before completely letting you go, allowing you to fall once again into the pits of an orgasm, this one more intense than the ones before as it sends you collapsing into the arms of your lover. He supports you, holding you up as he thrusts you through the waves of your pleasure.

“That’s it… I’ve got you.” You feel the whisper in your ear before you register what he’s saying; your head was swimming with the aftermath of your orgasm, making it difficult to comprehend anything at the moment.

But you do, and it makes you pull him even closer, holding on for dear life as he fucks his way to his own completion.

He finishes with a grunt, emptying his seed into your aching cunt, sensitive from all the overstimulation. You whine at the sensation, the warmth of his finish, the ache in your legs and stomach, you were thoroughly spent.

You roll off him, fetching the sheets and pulling them over your panting bodies.

You look over to him, the feeling of his cum dripping out of you was apparent and, if you were being honest, uncomfortable.

“My love,” You grab his attention, he looks over at you, eyes blown wide and still very obviously coming down from his high.

“Nevermind, I’ll get it.” you say, shucking off the sheets before attempting to stand. But he catches your arm and pulls you back onto the mattress.

“Oh, no you don’t,” He says, rolling on top of you and trapping you with his arms.

“What is it that I can do for you?” He peers down at you, using a finger to trace the apex of your nose.

You smile at him, chuckling slightly.

“I was going to get a rag to, y’know, clean up.”

“Ah.” He says, getting off of you and coming to his feet. He goes to the water basin near your vanity, wetting a rag before returning and handing it to you.

“Thank you.” You smile at him before cleaning the mess between your legs.

“Anything you want. You need only ask.” He says, opening his arms in an invitation to lay with him. You take it, snuggling up to his side as he pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you, one hand wraps around you to rest on your hip; the other takes your own hand, interlocking your fingers.

“Thank you.” He says, pressing his lips into your hair.

“For what?” You ask, turning your head from its position on his chest to look at his face, he is already peering down at you.

“For being my wife.” He says sincerely.

“It’s my pleasure.” You reply, beaming up at him.

He just smiles at you and after a moment says,

“The new Mrs. Dekarios… I quite like the sounds of that.”

You smile and hum. You quite liked the sound of that too.

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Gap in the Resume

In a way, Gale should have been grateful to Elminster, the man had pulled strings to get him the interview. Life was all well and good but he did feel a little guilty for relying so heavily on Astarion, not to mention it was setting a bad example that they made ends meet through skills of theft and contract killings. Determined to make an honest life, Gale had started job hunting once life had started to settle a bit and his hands weren't quite so full. Brushing out an invisible wrinkle from his tunic, he waited on the creaky leather sofa. Finally, the door opened.

"Mr. Dekarios?"

Standing so quickly his vision speckled, Gale tried to look confident as he approached the Dean of the school. It wasn't Blackstaff, he couldn't go back there, not after everything but a less prestigious school might just be what he needed.

"Good to meet you, and please, call me Gale." He shook hands with her eagerly and settled on the even less comfortable chair by the impressive desk.

"Elminster has talked highly about you and your skills. It made me think that perhaps you were a little too modest on your CV."

"Yes, well, some things are easier to explain in words than with in on paper."

The Dean looked at him over her glasses with a smile. "Well, here's your chance, Gale. Why would an ex-Chosen of Mystra herself want to teach at our school of all places?"

Rather than say that he was scraping the barrell and needed his old mentor's help in getting honest work, Gale tried to smile, cleared his throat and straightened his back. He'd rehearsed this, it was going to be fine, smooth even."

"Teaching has been somewhat thrust upon me in the last eight years or so. It's a little difficult to always keep track of time in the Underdark. It wasn't a career I had ever really entertained until I got firsthand experience of how rewarding it could be."

So far so good, the Dean nodded along and settled back with a more relaxed posture. Emboldened, Gale decided it was better to throw in some examples to back his words up.

"Perhaps my proudest moment as a teacher was when I took a small group on an expedition towards Lenore's tower and we encountered yet another minotaur - I swear they are the cockroaches of the Underdark - and the six with me made a meal of it." The somewhat puzzled look he received had him rushing to explain. "Before it would have been a lot of snapping and snarling at each other, more blood wasted than drank. Sebastian had a nasty habit of trying to claw the eyes out of anyone who so much as was near him when drinking. Yet there he was, happily sharing the bounty with five others!"

"Mr. Dekarios, Gale-" the Dean held up a finger, "-just what exactly do you teach? I was under the impression you were a wizard."

"I am!" Indignant, Gale huffed. "But you try teaching magic to 7000 feral vampire spawn. Manners had to come first."

"Seven. Thousand. Vampire. Spawn."

Nodding with vigour, Gale's arms came into play as he began to explain.

"We were responsible for them after freeing them. Well, first we had to sort out the Netherbrain while the Gur rounded them up and kept them safe from everyone including themselves. It wasn't like we could abandon them. I happen to take responsibility very seriously. It began with a book club for the more recently turned and those interested and just grew from there." Barely stopping to take a breath, he continued, "Trust me, I wanted to show them the wonders of magic but some of them couldn't even read, a tracesty if you ask me."

A strained smile appeared on the Dean's face. She sat primly, hands clasped on the table between them.

"Did this happen after your status as Chosen was revoke?"

"Yes. Well, not immediately. I spent a year trying to tame the Netherese orb in my chest." At that, the Dean looked alarmed. "Don't worry, it's all taken care of now, it's old news. But for a year I worked heavily on the research of the elimination of Netherese fragments bonded to a human entity. Alas before I could refine my findings and publish, a Nautiloid snatched me up as I was hanging my washing. Now, I know mindflayers don't have emotions in the same capacity but it was downright rude. Then they put the tadpole in my brain."

By that point the strained smile had fallen away and the Dean was outright alarmed, edging away from the table and away from Gale. Off script and caught up in the story, he wasn't slowing down.

"Anyway, you've probably heard of the Baldur's Gate Netherbrain incident. That was me and a couple of others who are now good friends of mine. But try putting that on a resume. It wasn't relevant to teaching magic really. I don't want to walk into the classroom as some mighty hero, I just want to be normal and treated as such. And now the spawn as all mostly settled, I feel I can leave them without fear of any incidents. I did so enjoy teaching them that I thought; why not? I could do this with young people. They'll probably be more likely to singe off your eyebrows by mistake than try to drain you of blood. Much cheaper if you ask me, scrolls of revivify used to make up a good 70% of our weekly expenses."

Tirade over, Gale leaned back in his chair and sighed, glad to have got that all out. A little sheepish at having gone so far off script, he offered a tiny smile. "Do you have any other questions about the gap in my resume? Because I don't think I touched on the mental health of students. Mystra demanded repeatedly that I kill myself. It is safe to say I wouldn't ever be anything but accepting and nurturing of even the most frustrating minds in the classroom. They're safe with me."

"Actually," the Dean's voice was a little breathy, "I think you've been very informative, thank you. I can let you know the outcome of the interview in the next tenday once all interviews for the position have concluded. Thank you so much for coming in today."

She stood and Gale copied. This time she didn't stand close to usher him out the room, a rather large amount of space was left between them. Gale's heart sank. It wasn't the first time an interview ended so abruptly and with such false smiles. Nodding, he turned to the door and left.

Outside, Astarion was leaning against the wall, covered from head to toe for safety.

"How did it go?" he asked.

Sadly, Gale shook his head and deflated. "I went off script. At least she didn't call security I guess?"

"Not to worry. We'll find a place. Hells, we could probably even found it, the Underdark Academy, a place for the unruly to come and be transformed into etiquette experts. What do you think?"

Laughing, Gale bumped their shoulders and sighed, trying to let go of the disappointment that had settled in his gut.

"You say the sweetest things to me, don't you?"

Their hands tangled until fingers interlaced and Astarion pulled it up to press a kiss to the back of Gale's. This job wasn't to be but that was alright. They had all the time in the world to figure it all out. And for Gale to discover that while he was in the interview, Astarion had stolen anything that moved from the school.

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enullarts · 1 year ago

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cn // tmpreg, birth, balder's gayte

fic about gale and astarion welcoming their daughter into the world. Gale is a trans man!

The latest addition of the Dekarios' line arrived one stormy and rainy night in the wizard of waterdeep's very own home. Not that this was planned of course, he had come up with a birth plan which involved a hospital, with healers at the ready considering his age and the babe being that of mixed origins.

However, the weather and the babe seemed to conspire against his own plans and just as he entered the transition stage the clouds went dark and a storm came down the likes of which the city had not seen in a while.

Gale groaned painfully as he leaned forward on his knuckles, his hips lifting and lowering, moving in a circular motion in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure off his pelvis. He had read all the books on pregnancy; human and elven. Even monsterous, just in case. But the practice differed greatly from theory he was beginning to find. His brow was damp with sweat and the small hairs that couldn't be slicked back clung to his forehead as he released a breath he hadn't known he had been holding and the pressure released. Though he knew it would only be a matter of minutes, maybe even less before it would return.

"Astarion?" He called out for his spouse, slowly moving himself into a more kneeling position and adjusting his robe. He was becoming quite agitated wearing this much while being so hot already. But he wanted to be dressed in case Astarion was successful in obtaining transport to the hospital. Honestly, he would Magick them a portal but the birth was taking up more energy than expected. Plus if he couldn't talk during a contraction he wouldn't be able to cast spells.

When he heard no reply to his call he inhaled a little deeper to call out louder this time. "Astarion!"

"I'm afraid Astarion is still out, mr. Dekarios. He is trying to track down a carriage to get you to the hospital." Tara fluttered down onto the bed next to Gale and gently bumped her head against his hip, purring gently. "Is there anything I can do?"

Gale couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to scratch Tara gently under her chin like she prefered. "Dear Tara, I'm afraid my current condition cannot be helped by anyone but me and my husband." He bit his lower lip in thought, a hand going to his dissented abdomen, reaching down to the base of it and feeling the weight of the baby there. "Although I suppose, in the end it will mostly be me resolving thiiiIiahhhh...."

The wizard blew out the rest of that breath harshly before inhaling again hurriedly. The contractions were nearly on top of each other now and the pressure once again returned with a vengeance. He leaned forward onto his arms again, his rear lifting to rock in an attempt to alleviate the pain. Beside him, Tara lay down quietly, intelligently infering her friend needed quiet to concentrate on the task at hand.

Gale's vocalisations had become deeper and more intoning with each sound, his face burned from both effort and embarrassment from the noises he couldn't help but make in the face of these overwhelming sensations crashed through him. Finally the pressure peaked and-

Gale felt it before it was visible but his body quickly caught up, slowly but surely the bottoms of his brown pants turned dark with fluid and Gale roared through the last of the contraction. Without the bag of waters the pressure increased tenfold and along came a new, desperate sensation.

"Oh, Mystra guide my hand..." Gale sobbed, begged almost, as he pawed at his pants to undo them and get them off, but failing before the urge became too great and he grunted heavily as he gave his first real push.

A minute passed and when it did Gale quickly set about undoing his pants, a worried look meeting Tara's. "Tara, please, find Astarion... I, I think I'm pushing.. the baby is coming Now."

Tara's nose scrunched up as she peered out the window behind her friend, the weather was absolutely terrible, storm winds and rains but glancing back at her friend she shook her wings out with some concern. "Well... I do suppose this is the type of emergency one should be willing to get their feathers and fur wet for. ... I shall return soon, mr. Dekarios." She came up to him and bumped him once more for good luck, slow blinking at him lovingly. "You'll be alright, my dear. Your instincts are rarely wrong."

With that she sprung into action and left the bedroom, out the door and into the cold night to seek out the vampire who had bewitched her faithful companion and induced this state upon him.

it was a relief to know Tara would bring his husband back soon, but then came the realisation that he was now, truly, all by himself... and about to give birth to a baby. A pang of fear hit his chest, but he had no time to think more on it as his belly tightened once again and with a hiss the man bore down once again, a hand reaching down to cup his lips and check his progress. He didn't feel anything near his entrance yet, which made sense considering he just started pushing, but it still upset him somewhat. He wanted to meet his baby.

Another push followed, and another, and another.

Rolling waves of pressure crashed down over Gale like the wind gusts and rain upon the windows as if with each shove Gale gave internally the weather responded in time. Eventually, blessedly, he finally felt just the tiniest sliver of the head beginning to emerge from his folds, followed by a burning sensation.

"Oh, Gods, help me..." Gale whispered desperately as he attempted to pull himself together again after the last position change. His arms had gotten tired from holding up his weight so he now sat in a squat on the bed, propped up by the pillows. Tara had been gone for a while now and still hadn't returned with his husband, he was beginning to worry something had happened to them.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, the task at hand required a hundred percent of his attention and before he could really ruminate on it he was back to pushing.

"nnghhhhh.... gghhhahh.. oufhh.." He let out a deep breath before inhaling and bearing down once more, he could feel himself progress now, the baby's head stretching him further, the widest point was just coming up now. He just had to keep going.. "ngg- ah- AH!"

With a gasp the head emerged with a splash of fluid right into their father's waiting hand. Gale let his head fall back against the pillows and blinked away some tears, but other tears had already fallen as the oxytocin worked its way through his system. Relief, love, belonging, that was his baby that he was cradling in his hand. His heart swelled with excitement even if he was fearful of being alone while this was happening.

One more contraction came and went with little progress much to Gale's dismay, the shoulders where quite sharp and it was difficult to rotate the baby on his own even with two hands, he couldn't tell what he was doing. Tears of fear pricked at his eyss again.

"Come on, love ... please help, papa here... oughh..." His face scrunched up as he tried to give another shove, the shoulders moving forward slightly but always retreating again by the end. He was at his wits end. "Ooh.. oh... please.." His head rolled to one side as his eyes closed, attempting to rest. "Oh Gods, help me..."

A commotion of sounds came from the living room and Gale's eyes snapped open to the sight of an absolutely drenched and ravaged Astarion, holding an equally disheveled Tara. "Gods!" Astarion complained, throwing his hood off his head, his hair was soaked flat. "There are no carriages whatsoever. And the wind nearly blew Tara halfway across Waterdeep, I-"

The sight of his beloved whimpering, his eyes shut tight and in the middle of what appeared to be quite an intense push, baby's head out but the shoulders seemingly unwilling seemed to kill all other words of complaint Astarion had as he uncerimoneously dropped the thressym (who luckily always lands on her feet) and rushed to shrug off his outdoor cloak and gloves to place his hands over Gale's cupping their child. His voice shaking as he asked: "What can I do?"

Gale hissed, breathing through his current contraction rather than pushing as he had found the last few times unhelpful. 'H-help me turn them... shoulders..."

Astarion looked down at the little babe between his beloved's legs, noticing the little white hairs on their head and the floppy ears of a newborn elf, he couldn't help but marvel at it. But soon enough Gale's miserable groan brought him back to his senses and he cupped the baby's head gently with both his hands, reaching onto their little jaw and what was visible of their neck to have a firm hold and gently began rotating the baby's head when Gale gave a whimpering push.

Under Astarion's careful guidance (Bless Halsin for that), the shoulders finally rotated and freed themselves followed by the rest of the baby, right into Astarion's waiting hands. Marveling at the sight of her he quickly placed the new half-elfling against Gale's chest, still robed as he did not have the time nor mental capacity to disrobe during everything. The baby immediately letting out a loud wail. "Gods, Gale..."

Gale smiled at him tearily before looking down at the little elven girl. "She's perfect."

Outside the wizard tower in Waterdeep the storm had let up, giving way to a clear sky with a bright full moon.

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emmy-dekarios-bg3 · 2 months ago

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Heart of the Weave - chapter 26

Morning finally arises and boy am I glad that I can’t be exhausted. Sleep is still nice while immortal; a full night’s sleep gets my brain functioning fully. On top of that, if I sleep, I feel more powerful than before, which is well needed in these strange times. I turn over to face Gale, noticing him wide awake with Jenevelle in his arms. She notices me waking up, smiling and cooing as she becomes alert.

“Ah, my little baby. Such a happy girl,” I remark, admiring her. Gale chuckles and rolls his eyes as if that wasn’t a true statement. She could never be a handful.

“Mmm, not this morning. On top of her wanting a bottle super early, which she let me know with anger by the way, she had a massive blowout like you wouldn’t believe. I had to bathe her and then eventually bathe myself. I’m just glad you got your rest after last night.” I snuggle my head into his neck comfortably.

“Well, Mr. Dekarios, I’d be happy to stay here while you go kick some Bhaalspawn arse.” He laughs and shrugs his bare shoulders, placing our daughter on my chest. I know he had an eventful morning with her, but I honestly love that he didn’t complain.

“Let’s chat with our counterparts –”

“Friends,” I interrupt, giving him a smirk.

“Right. Then we can come up with a plan.” Well damn, this means we will either need to visit most of our friends by foot, or we can visit with Withers. So, we are going the easy route and summoning Withers because walking all over Waterdeep is the biggest of hassles. For the purpose of Jenevelle not getting terrified, we place her in her playpen in the living area for a few moments while we discuss important matters with him in the kitchen. Tara is keeping her company in the meantime.

Gale performs the summoning spell and Withers appears before our very eyes, which never fails to make me jump because it either takes him one minute to appear or ten minutes. Either way, his entry is startlesome.

“Ah, does thou need assistance? I assume companionship is what is desired.”

“Good to see you again, Withers. Yes, that is the matter we wanted to discuss with you,” Gale responds. “Can you have them come our way please?”

“I can, but please be advised that Jaheira has passed on and Minsc is in a grieving state over her unpredicted death.” My jaw drops hearing this devastating news over Jaheira. No. This can’t be. I’m just now hearing about this?

“Wait…how did she die?” I ask, my voice cracking as I’m holding back tears. “It can’t be.”

“The Bhaalists. Jaheira’s soul flies on and is as bright as the moonlight. She protected the ones she loved and told them to run. I can say no more on the matter.”

“The Bhaalists…got her?”

“Yes.” Gale and I are astonished at this horrible news I didn’t expect to hear today. And Minsc? Oh poor Minsc. His heart must be so shattered. “Shall I alert thy companions for your needs?”

“Yes please,” I murmur, my heart shattered, and a tear delicately rolling down my cheek. Gale pulls me in for a gentle hug, holding me close as I cry into his chest. “Not Jaheira.”

Withers comes back after roughly five minutes.

“Thy companions should arrive here soon. Death and danger lie ahead, but those strong enough to bear it can end the darkness of Bhaal.” Poof. He vanishes again, leaving behind a cloud of blue smoke.

“Well, it’s happening. Hopefully our little group would be willing to conquer this journey with us. I’m so sorry we had to hear such horrible news,” Gale says apologetically. “From what I gathered from that, she told her family to run. It was just her against these horrible people, if you can even call them that.”

“They’re far from human. They’re deranged monsters.”

What is causing these horrible cultists to go on a rampage like this all of a sudden? I assume Bhaal had plans for them since Orin is no longer in the picture. They feared her, they obeyed her. They knew they couldn’t compete. Now that she’s dead, it’s a battle to the death to take her spot. Their God is vile and I’ll never understand his charms.

Everyone arrives at the tower quicker than we expected. Well, mostly everyone – excluding Minsc and Lae’zel. We open the door and everyone comes inside to gather around the living area. We all pour ourselves a glass of wine as we get ready to discuss the next steps.

“The babies… What are we to do?” Shadowheart questions, holding her baby in her arms. She genuinely looks terrified, and understandably so. The same fear eats me alive like a virus.

“My dear, you should stay with Emmy. I’m a vampire after all, I have nothing to fear. I’ll get to thirst on these heinous, filthy Bhaalists like it’s a buffet. I can’t wait. Plus, I need you and the child safe.”

“On top of that, you’ll get to be with Jenevelle and I. I could use the company,” I add. She gasps in excitement and Astarion takes the baby from her so she can jump up and down.

“Okay, I’m sold.”

“Wow, that was easy. Normally it’s hard to convince–” Shadowheart glares at Astarion for a moment and he clears his throat. “I mean, I’m glad you’ll be staying, my love.” I feel much more comfortable at the idea of staying home with Jenevelle now if it means Shadowheart would stay. Some sort of adult conversation will at least keep my mind at ease.

“Wyll and I will ABSOLUTELY join! We have nothing to live for,” Karlach chimes in. Wyll raises his eyebrow and cocks his head at her in confusion, and I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same thing.

“Hey now!”

“Sorry, that came off much worse out loud than it did in my head.” I burst out in laughter, which caused me to snort, which I tried not to do but it caused another laughing fit. Astarion is giving me a petty look of judgment, wondering what the hell is wrong with me.

“Alright, which one of you fools casted Tasha’s Hideous Laughter on this poor soul?” Astarion mutters. “Unbelievable.”

“Count me in as part of the team against these vile murderers,” Halsin comments. “May we restore peace once more and get justice for Jaheira.” Every single one of us holds up our wine glasses for a toast, and we all say simultaneously, “For Jaheira.” Both babies are lying on the rug on their bellies, trying to figure each other out. It’s so cute to see Jenevelle make her first friend, though Shadowheart and Astarion’s baby Asher will eventually age and ours will not. At least Asher is a half-elf, which means it might take him longer to age anyway.

“Well, when should we leave? I’ll need to pack some necessities for the adventure there,” Gale questions as he sits down on the sofa next to me. “I really hope we aren’t gone too long.” Sadness can be heard within his voice; it will be so hard for him to leave us.

“The sooner the better, before the already dire situations get much worse,” Astarion replies. “I just want to get this over with. And I suppose the less deaths around the world, the better. The old me would never say that.”

“So, tomorrow then? I’m with Astarion on this one,” Wyll chimes in. “For once.”

“Tomorrow it is then!”

I did not realize they’d all be leaving so soon, but I suppose it’s best they leave as soon as possible. Who knows how long Gale will be away from us and what sort of dangers they’ll run into? All I have to say is, thank the Gods he’s immortal otherwise I’d lose my shit.

“I’ll miss you,” I tell him as he wraps me in his warm embrace. He kisses my forehead as he holds me, hesitating on his next word. I know he’s just taking it all in.

“I’ll miss you too. Hopefully we won’t be gone terribly long.”

“You two are so fucking cute! It…makes me want to cry,” Karlach comments with a dramatic sniffle. “Sorry, I just love sappy shit like this.” Wyll wraps his arm around Karlach, laughing as he pulls her close and kisses the side of her head. “There it is. About time, Wyll.”

After everyone leaves, Gale packs his backpack with necessities needed for the dreaded adventure back to Baldur’s Gate and I decide to get dinner started. I just hope they can all at least get rid of the sick, monstrous fucks that are murdering everyone. I also keep hoping that Gale’s mother is alright. She’s older and fragile, I can’t imagine anything happening to her. While she lives in Waterdeep, I just know the cultists are bound to head here at any given time if they haven’t already.

We sat down at the table ready to eat dinner. Tara joins us, but basically licks her paws the whole time.

“I will do my best to protect our friends the best I can,” Gale mutters, taking a bite of venison. “I will do my damned best to get rid of the source of this catastrophe. After seeing the horrific influence Bhaal has on people, it makes me so glad I never chose godhood.”

“I agree completely. I can’t imagine you losing yourself for power like that. And you probably would have left me behind and we wouldn’t have the life we have now. I can’t fathom it.” We talk about it a lot, but it’s true. The influence a god has on people is terrifying. What if Bhaal was once a good person and turned to murder once he became a god?

It’s time for Jenevelle to go to sleep. I’m letting Gale feed her and prepare for her bed since he will leave early tomorrow morning.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” he mumbles to her as he gives her a bottle. “May you always stay so precious and sweet. I love you so very much. You are the greatest gift anyone could have ever given me.” He smiles down at her as she watches him speak. His soothing voice makes her eyes heavy and she looks as if she’s going to fall asleep in his arms.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #ao3 #wizard of waterdeep #archive of our own

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 11 months ago

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Pancakes

Set post-game. Thea Dekarios wakes from her trance to smell pancakes and investigates. SFW.

Based on this art.

When Thea Dekarios ended her trance, the first thing she noticed was a very distinct smell.

Pancakes?

PANCAKES?!?!

While she knew Gale was an excellent cook (as good as Mum, and that’s saying a lot), she did not know how utterly delicious his pancakes were. When she asked about the recipe, he mentioned it was a secret Dekarios family recipe. And winked. I’m a Dekarios now, so tell me what makes those pancakes so damn good. She tried as quietly as possible to sneak down the stairs and into the kitchen without alerting him, but a particularly squeaky floorboard made her husband aware of her presence.

“Good morning, my darling girl!” he said happily, flipping a pancake with every bit of flair she had come to expect from Gale. To say that he was a changed man was a gross understatement. For the first time in his life, he’s truly happy and at ease with himself. He loves teaching. He…loves. So much. “How did you rest?”

Leaning against the doorway into the kitchen, she smiled. “Good. I relived the night we told each other how we felt, and before you ask, it was just as lovely the second time around.”

He barked a laugh. “Well thank gods for that, eh? That was such a magical night, my love. Sometimes I can scarce believe that we found each other in the first place…and that by some miracle we are married and making a life together here in Waterdeep.” His attention went back to the pancakes. “I made you chocolate chip, sweetness. They’ll be done in a moment or two. And coffee,” a mage hand appeared and began to pour her a cup. “Will be done in a second.”

Thea shook her head, still smiling, and sat down at the table. The mage hand brought her the coffee in her favorite mug. It has me in my cat wildshape painted on it. “So much doting this morning, Mr. Dekarios. Have I done anything to deserve it?” She teased, the corners of her mouth quirking into a grin. “Or will I be doing anything to deserve it in the future?”

He flipped the pancakes onto a plate. “Mrs. Dekarios, you should know by now that the answers to those questions are ‘yes’ and ‘yes.’ And this,” He turned towards her, a look of merriment on his face, pulling at his robe slightly to expose a hairy leg to his upper thigh, making her squeal with laughter. “is only a taste of your reward.” As he laughed (the most wonderful sound in the world), he brought her plate of chocolate chip pancakes to her with a bow. “My lady’s breakfast. Hot and fresh.”

“So, like you then, love?” Hot. Fresh. All mine as I’m all his. She wrinkled her nose and giggled as she sliced into the first pancake. Oh fuck me, these smell amazing.

He rolled his eyes playfully, pouring three large globs of batter on the griddle. “I’m in too good a mood to protest this time, dearest. I’ll simply take your word for it that I am, indeed, hot and fresh. Speaking of which, I did take a shower, so by that logic, I am fresh at the very least—”

“Gale?”

“Yes, my love?”

She brought the first forkful of pancakes to her mouth. “You’re the hottest and freshest man in my life, now please come here and give me a kiss.”

His eyes widened, and he rushed towards her. Cupping her face in his hands, he gently kissed her lips. Perfect. He’s perfect. “Forgive me. I was too taken in by you. You see, darling, you’re somehow more beautiful when you wake from your trance…” He shook his head, kissing her once more. “Pancake duty calls. Don’t want them to burn.” He hurried back to the griddle and hummed a song Thea recognized from their wedding.

As she lifted the first forkful of pancakes to her lips, she sighed happily.

It was worth it.

All the pain.

All the misery.

Having to share my head with a damn tadpole.

It was worth it for this.

“Sometimes the little things are worth more than kingdoms.”

My darling Gale was absolutely right.

#thea wildheart #thea x gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #wood elf tav #plus size tav #druid tav #thea dekarios #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #domestic fluff #imagine your wizard husband making you pancakes because he fucking loves you #and he's adorable doing it #i have plenty more with these two in the pipeline including girldad gale

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nyxhaven · 1 year ago

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A Knights Honor pt. 1 (gale x reader, gn tav)

Authors note: (open to nice criticism, au Gale of waterdeep is to be heir of blackstaff academy tower, when a new Knight gets appointed to be guarding the tower. Will Gale be able to take over blackstaff or will his newest interest blind him. ((gale flirting, fluff, cute moments, light spice) idk what this is gonna be I just have some cute ideas for gale and a knight we will see. probs gonna be a couple parts)

Part 2

“Get a move on” you say to the other soldiers with you

You have been summoned to blackstaff tower by open Lord silverhand, you have also been told that an increase of security is being spread out through out waterdeep ever since the zhents activity has risen.

you adjust your armor after climbing all these stairs, you notice the old waterdeep architecture, no windows anywhere and dark stone with simple carvings patterned into the bricks, only few mage lights here and there illuminated the halls of this place. you reach a large door at the end of the corridor, a small plaque labels the door as the office of the blackstaff. Pushing the door open you enter a small office.

“take these scrolls back” a woman says, a young male drow grabs the scrolls and turns to walk away before seeing you and giving a rude look. one you are not unwelcome to rude stares ever since you’ve started in the city watch.

“uh excuse me, I am tav. a city watch memeber sent from open lord silverhand to watch over the black staff tower. I have been sent here with 3 other soldiers where 2 will be set up at the entrance and exit one will also be patrolling all times the halls, and I at whoever’s side for protection I can also patrol halls and stand by exits” you say to the human women in front of you, gesturing to the people behind you, you turn back to the elder woman sitting in her chair.

“ah, bout time silverhand answered my call to guards. I am vajra safar, I am the current blackstaff welcome to my tower. set up your guards and get familiar with the tower, this ring will allow you into the parts of the tower you need. once familiar with the tower head to the top, mr. dekarios will be the one your guarding, he’s the head of our research and teaching here my heir to the tower.” she hands you a key and goes back to looking through scrolls brought to her by others

“Thank you” You take the ring and escort your guards getting them posted, a small time passes getting acquainted with the tower you find yourself at a large bridge near the top of the tower. You walk across seeing the view of Waterdeep its mid day and the city seems to just be waking. Continuing across you find a another small tower. You knock on the door and listen for a noise.

“Ah, one second please” a rugged voice calls from the other side of the door. After a small while the door swings open to show a man flattening down his robe a simple black, with small gold details. Brown hair pushback flowing down to his neck curling at the ends as if to protect the soft skin below it. A strong 5 o’ clock shadow cover his jawline, heavy hooded eyes stare at you. “I must apologize, I am gale dekarios, come in please. ” you take the man before you in before following him in the door “please excuse the mess, allow me” he snaps his fingers making the mage lights shine brighter from the ceiling.

“I am tav, sent by open lord silverhand to protect you. I i will be with you most of your days now and will be around as much as you want me to, and I am surely never one to judge a mess” you straighten your back, and tuck your hands behind your back on top your blades. seeing the gale of waterdeep was not your plan when you were told to guard blackstaff. rumors of the heir to blackstaff have been in waterdeep for a couple years now, such as exploring new types of magic and forbidden tomes. “i’m sorry to intrude on you while working I can stay posted outside the door if you’d like to return to working you look a busy man” you say noticing the mess of papers, cups, ink pots strewn across the place. you notice his tower is elegantly styled with rich purple fabrics draped from the ceiling, a large fireplace lay across the room stoaking a roaring fire.

“stay…please, I haven’t much company recently in the tower having another’s presence around will be great, tara has been in and out so much recently it gets easy to forget how many days you can go with out seeing sunlight.” he says while stacking papers and moving stuff off the main table near a small kitchen. “do you drink tea or coffee? tara says I should drink tea more but I sneak the coffee when she’s away.”

you walk over to the table and notice many papers with writing you have no clue its origin, gale proceeds to make a pot of coffee using a strainer and some magically procured hot water. you notice the small details gale has put into making his part of the tower seem more homely, small fabrics lay on small counter tops and books stacked any spot available.

“i’m fine, thank you it’s kind. I am your guard I don’t think I should be relaxing when we could be attacked anytime, I have a night shift guard coming tonight to take over for me, I rotate the other guards out then maybe then I can join you for tea…or coffee your choice.” making eye contact again, you can’t help the smile the begins to pull at your lips when he looks at you.

“ah, of course… I see. well then i’m heading up to my library to go over some tomes i’ll probably want you there protecting me.” he says in a playful tone, sipping his coffee before setting atop the table.

“I give you my oath to protect you, gale of waterdeep” you say to him bowing your head slightly giving him a playful smirk back

(I just know gale would be a low key coffee snob)

a rather uneventful watch goes by as you stand near a bookshelf watching gale read. you’d occasionally get the “hmm” or “awe” maybe a “interesting” here and there to break up the time. he’d ask politely for you to help him with grabbing and putting books away to avoid tara getting upset about the mess. he fills you in on the details of tara after you awkwardly asked “who is tara that you keep mentioning?”

you cannot help but find yourself staring at him while he browses his books and find the crease under his eyes when he squints to understand a word or his fingers when licking them to turn the page. gale of waterdeep the heir to blackstaff, you cant be serious i’m finding him attractive, this is my job. ignore it tav, you can’t help but not want to ingore how impressive gale is.

after some time in the library gale steps out to stretch, find ingredients to make him a dinner. the sun sets and you rotate the guards out from the morning with the new night batch before your night double comes to tap you out for the night. remembering gales offer for coffee and tea. the time waiting for your shift to be over drags on, finally a nautical twilight welcomes the night and you are off from your duties, luckily with the jobs great pay they also provide housing in the tower. finding your room you let out a sigh of relief shedding your armour and weapons and you retire to a night outfit secretly still stashing a small weapon for emergency.

an hour later you find your self walking the stairs to the same bridge you crossed today. there waiting is gale looking out at the city it’s nightlife stirring with markets celebrating some festival of wardeep culture. he’s adorned a simple deep purple tunic and black pants he’s hairs more nicely slicked back like he’s bathed and a fresh shave shows his smooth curve of his face.

“ah just the magus i’m look for, I wasn’t gonna turn up an offer to have a night dining with the gale of waterdeep.” his attention snaps to you the second your presence steps on the bridge.

“I was hoping i’d see you, again. you are quite lucky. consider this a gift for your first day on the job. you did a good job watching over the library and I today.”

“oh, thank you” thank gods for the night, you feel a blush creep on your cheeks. “i’ll follow you in then” you follow behind the man and steady your breathes. you shouldn’t be nervous, you spent all day with him. you have no clue his love life, his intentions or interest, he’s a very kind man who wants to have a good start to a friendship.

“right this way, also note I am a wizard not a magus though we have plenty of amazing magus here I am not one.” he says smiling while leading you in to his tower.

his tower is cleaner then an hour earlier books and stacked neatly and papers and aligned on a desk more then likely thanks to magic, and a fresh scent of food stirs through out the air. you sit for a nice meal and wine being the beverage choice by gale. you go on chatting about lives and where you are from and gale fills you in on…the simple things tara how he started at blackstaff and small past times of his childhood in waterdeep.

the fire kindles down to coals and small flames, the wine bottle has just been poured into the glasses by gale, a silence falls over the tower as the breeze enters in through the set of french doors leading to a deck.

“this was nice tav, thank you.” a low rasped voice says from across the table. his hair slighty falling into his face as he look up to you.

“of course gale this was great getting to know you I hope I serve to show you I can protect your tower and you”

“i’m sure you’ll do a great job, though remember i can fight as well, hopefully never against each other” he says, a faint brush hands as his knuckles pass over yours while setting down his glass. you linger on the feeling his callous knuckles from casting spells. you look up to meet eyes with him before looking out the double doors to the sky full of stars.

“i’ve always wanted to see a star up close” you say to him, and finishing off your wine. “what about you anything you’ve ever wanted to see?”

“yes actually, a lot of things id love to see, this tower gets pretty tiring and lonesome” he’s says while staring at your lips stained with a faint red from the wine.

“I hope to hear about them all, I better retire for the night. I will see you in the morning gale of waterdeep, you have my promise.” you say standing heading for the door

“just call me gale you don’t need to worry i’m the “off waterdeep” part, I like you”

you retire for the night in your bed thinking of the small moment tonight when you’d make eye contact and your breath would hitch, or when you say something smart and you had no clue what he’d said but it was cute the way he’d ramble on about it. you savored the last taste of the wine you had on your tongue and rested till morning.

#bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale x gn!reader #gale x tav #gale of waterdeep #gale x reader #baulders gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav

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hollythevalkyrie · 1 year ago

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A day in the life of Gale and Tara

A/N: a little slice of life fic I wrote bc my friend and I both wanted some content of regular days of Gale and Tara when Tara is very cat like, and I realized if I wanted it I needed/should make it myself. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: None

Gale sat at his table eating his lunch as he read one of his many books. It was a normal and routine day for him. Wake up, make breakfast for him and Tara, do some research with magic, make and eat lunch. That’s all he’s gotten to so far, but it still was shaping up to be a normal day. He then heard a sound. One he was all too familiar with no matter how much he wished he wasn’t.

“Tara please stop trying to eat that you know it’s not good for you,” he called out without looking up from his book, and he read one more stance before he noticed he could still hear it. “Tara, stop that. It’s not edible,” he repeated and continued his reading even though it was seeming like he wasn’t going to be able to get very far in that endeavor if things continued the way they were. Though once again he didn’t hear the noise stopping. “Tara, don't make me come over there to get you to stop,” he said this time looking up from his book. When he continued to hear the noise he sighed and put a bookmark in his book and set it down before getting out of his chair.

He walked to the room he could hear Tara in and saw exactly what he expected. She was biting at the corner of some box where there already were bite marks from her previous attempts at eating it. “Tara stop it,” he said mustering all the authority he could and yet she ignored him and continued to bite at it. He sighed once again and picked her up. She right away looked shocked and started flapping her wings in an attempt to escape.

“Unhand me Mr. Dekarios,” Tara demanded as she tried to wiggle her way out of Gale's hands. He only pulled her more to him until he was holding her in his arms making sure to keep his head away from her still flapping wings. He made that mistake once , and not only did he wind up with a mouth full of feathers but a small sting from being smacked by her wings.

“No. This is a punishment hold. You know that the box is not edible and yet you insist on biting at it when you can,” he said as he walked his way back to his half eaten lunch and his book. While he wished she wouldn’t be biting at or chewing on things she shouldn’t this often the routine felt comfortable to him. ”Now are you going to behave if I set you down?”

“I always behave,” Tara said. She turned her head away from him.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale bg3 #bg3 tara #baldur’s gate gale

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galedekkarios · 10 months ago

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mx galedekkarios dot tumblr dot com may i please have some gale and/or bloodweave hcs from your big beautiful mind 👉👈 (or honestly just any longform post of bg thoughts at all bc ur tags keep inflicting me w gory stickmen disease and wanting to read more ;;)

oh anon whadda hell.. u flatter me. 🫶 i unplugged my brain real quick and gave it a shake and this is all what fell out (some are mature):

in a modern au, gale's second favorite cuisine (after greek ofc) is east asian! he loves to both eat it and cook it from scratch. chinese, korean, japanese, etc. he's even good at other asian cuisines like thai and vietnamese. he's gotten very familiar with a lot of recipes and actively tries to learn more. when he doesn't feel like cooking that night, he opts for takeout. he's been a loyal customer of a handful of restaurants for so long that they already know his tastes too.

the only reason why gale's students don't try to flirt with him is because he's too much of a "my wife" guy. he's always wearing his ring, always talking about his partner, and has portraits of them in his office and everything. there's just no way you don't know that he's happily taken. you could be talking about the most random thing ever and he'd be like "omg! this reminds me of how my partner blahblahblah—" and everyone else is just like 😐 because he's already told this story five times before. not even tara is safe from this (and she was probably present for whatever story it is this time, too!). [this is assuming his students are older / uni prof]

i think gale would be the type of person to have a very Intense gaze without meaning to. the kind where you can feel it whenever he's looking at you. or when he's gazing at you lovingly, or even just looking you in the eye as you speak, it's almost too much. it's just so earnest, so sincere, so... intent on witnessing you and really paying attention, that it's like. whoa man. whoaaaaaaa now let's fucking chill before i blink and realize i've fallen in love with you alright 😳 (and, of course, this Greatly unsettles astarion in the beginning bc he's someone that can't afford to be seen.)

i know in my heart that mr "mine was a popular hand at the annual blackstaff's ball" + bagged a goddess + with the way i talk you can't be surprised i'm a generous munch + wyll, is it true that ppl think wizards don't fuck? :( bc i assure you we absolutely do!!!!! + mystra had pleasure domes dekarios was a hot girl once and his pussy still does pop severely. he's just in his depression era rn 💔

wyll calls gale elegant, minthara calls him dashing, shadowheart says he smells like a wealthy dowager, lae'zel assumes correctly that he had many tutors in his youth, and gale frequenting the temple of beauty in waterdeep all make me feel like gale x astarion are very the lady and the tramp coded. after they get married, they're old money x new money.

gale is always eager to teach astarion new spells, but astarion only gets excited about the ones that either help him be a better scoundrel and/or that spice up their sex life. which like. is still a win for them both either way

um. throat goat. that's it that's the headcanon sorry except it's also not really a hc bc he alludes to this but it's important to me tht we repeat it. but also maybe it shocks astarion the first time he's on the receiving end of it like boy WHAT!!!! you didn't tell me you was a freak like that!!! literally that damn shawty ok meme. gale gives him such wet sloppy glizzy gluck that it makes astarion feel like he has to wipe his ass afterward smh

neither of them want to get anywhere near bugs, but in any au gale would be the type to take it outside and astarion would just kill it using one of gale's 39304308309 books laying around

gale struggles to catch sarcasm and astarion loves to rile him up and take the piss out of him for it. lovingly ofc. whenever gale does understand astarion's sarcastic comments, he feels very proud of himself.

astarion sometimes drops things on purpose just to watch gale bend over. sorry (i'm the one that's sorry, not him btw)

#💜💜#long post

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marsafter-dark · 9 months ago

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At least 10 of you liked my idea, and that’s enough for me! I present to you: Gale becomes a god (no, not like that)

Gale isn’t quite sure how he got here- homeless, strung-out, alone. Sitting on a bench in the middle of God-Knows-Where with nothing but a bag of holding and a pouch full of gold to his name. And Tara, of course. At least he had her.

He sighs, scratching under her chin as he gazes out into the distance.

“I think I’ve really done it this time, old friend.” She meows back at him. He imagines if Tressyms could still talk she would probably say something like, “Chin up, Mr. Dekarios, no use just sitting around.” She is indeed wise behind her years. Nonetheless, he thinks he would rather wither away here than attempt to go back to that old house, back to that white picket fence and those perfectly trimmed bushes— and her. He doesn’t know which would be more heartbreaking, facing her disappoint or never seeing her again.

The sound of a squeal in the distance draws him from his musings. Whoever it is sounds as pitiful as he feels.

“Rat! Somebody, please, there’s a rat!”

The look of hunger in Tara’s eyes tells Gale what he’s about to do next is probably a bad idea, but apparently, those are his specialty as of late. He sighs once more as he lets Tara chase after the damned thing. He knows she’ll be fine, she always is— smartest creature he’s ever met. Still, though, he wanders after her. You can never be too safe, he’s found.

He can feel his lips twitch up into a slight smile as she lowers onto her haunches and pounces— and misses terribly. At least the rat has moved, though. Now then, where had that voice come from?

He stops. Looks around.

Ah. There is a tiefling perched up a tree.

“Hello there,” he calls up to them, “Are you alright?”

He watches as the tiefling straightens their collar and makes a long-legged leap onto the ground. It is much more graceful than he would expect from a person who was quivering in the face of a rat not but 30 seconds ago. They turn and smile at him, rubbing a hand at the back of their neck.

“My apologies, I’m not very good with rodents. To think I’d be cornered by one so quickly after coming back,” they say with a little laugh. Their voice is soft, deep, and melodic. Soothing. He can feel the tension in his shoulders lessen.

“Nothing to apologize for, my friend. We all have our fears. I dare say rodents are among the more logical of them.”

They laugh again. It’s a rather pleasant sound.

“So then, what brings you to our little corner of Faerun?” Gale asks.

“Well, I’ve been gone a rather long time from my home. I thought it might be about time for me to return.”

Ah, home. He wishes he still had one of those.

“You don’t have a place to stay?”

Apparently, his didn’t think as quietly as he thought. He grimaces, face feeling hot.

“Ha, no. I’m afraid not. It’s been a rather unfortunate day.”

“I suppose it would have to be, to lose one’s home ,” they say.

“Yes, it would.”

Then, there is silence for a while. Gale realizes he’s done his convenient little trick of finding the answer least conducive to continuing a conversation and running with it. What should he say next? Was there anything else to say? How books and television always made this seem so easy, he’ll never know.

“Do you need one?” The tiefling says suddenly.

“Pardon?”

“A home.”

Gale laughs.

“Are you offering?” He says this as a joke. It seems the right time to make one.

“Yes, I suppose I am.”

Oh.

What?

He feels he’s missed something vital. Surely not. Surely they’ve not just offered their home up to a stranger?

“You see,” they begin, “I’ve been thinking. I can’t leave my home empty forever. But I’m afraid that if I try to return now, decades after leaving, Astarion might attack me as soon as I open the door.”

Who is Astarion? Their lover, perhaps? He can’t think of anyone else who would feel so mad at being abandoned that they would be compelled to attack you should you open the door. It isn’t as though he has many cases to draw from, though, to be fair.

“If you lived there, I think I’d feel relieved of my burden.”

What burden?

“Besides, it suits you better, anyway.” As they say this, they move startlingly close to him. Then, perhaps most bizzarely of all, they kiss him. Right on the forehead. Gentle, like his mother used to do after his nightmares. He feels alight with an indescribable warmth, a kindness beyond the human capacity to explain. Like the first time he summoned Tara as a child, when he lonely little life wasn’t so lonely anymore. He wonders, idly, what strange subset of the Weave this might be.

They hand him a note.

“Go to the place written there. Tell them Tavernus sent you— that you are the new master of the house. They’ll be sure to welcome you.”

Will they?

“Now, wait just a minute—!” His mouth finally says.

“This is goodbye, for now. I’m sure we’ll meet again in time, Gale.” Then, they are gone. Tara has returned to his side by now, the two of them watching together as the strange tiefling walks off into the distance.

“I never told them my name.” He hums— he’s found a mystery. What a curious sequence of events. Strangely enough, he feels lighter than he has in weeks.

“It seems, Tara, as though I’ve found us a home.” She meows back at him.

“Well then, Mr. Dekarios, Lead on.”

That’s odd. He can almost swear he just heard her voice.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

They make it to the place marked on the map with perhaps an hour until sundown.

It’s a shine of some sort, clearly abandoned. The roof is caving in and he can see cobwebs growing on the windowsills. Flowers and moss have begun to climb up the front walls. Is it wrong that he had been hoping for— and there was surely a less rude way to phrase this, but his energy is rather spent— someplace nicer?

Still, though, a home is a home. Even if that home is a dilapidated shrine. He is just thankful to be keeping off the streets for the night. Autumns in Waterdeep and its surrounding areas can be rather chilly.

He’s just about to push open the doors when he hears creaking from inside. Then, a dagger is flying out at him, barely missing his fleshy innards.

Things begin to move rather quickly from there.

“Tavernus, darling,” a lilting voice calls. “Don’t you think twenty-seven years is a rather long time to be away?”

Footsteps are getting closer to him, now. Gale readies a cantrip in his palm— fireball.

“I don’t suppose you could have, oh I don’t know, written me? Even once?”

If this does turn out to be Astarion, then Gale is almost positive that his scorned lover theory is correct.

“It’s almost like you’re avoiding me. But that couldn’t be right, could it, darling?”

Goodness, he didn’t think pet names could be said with so much vitriol. He moves a few paces back. Just in case, of course.

As he does so, whoever it is finally steps into the fading light of day.

“You had better hope you have an outstanding explanation prepared. That is, if you want that pretty head of yours to stay attached to your shoulders.”

It’s an elf. A rather extraordinary one, at that. He’s never seen anything quite like it— which would make sense. Elves are not known to be the most sociable of creatures.

He has sharp red eyes and white hair that reminds Gale of the moon on a starless night. Tight leather pants adorn long legs and a frilly poet’s shirt sits loose across his chest. Despite being threatened within an inch of his life, Gale can’t help but think they are rather beautiful.

He scowls at him.

“You aren’t Tavernus.”

“Ah— Um— No?” Perhaps unwisely, he lets the fireball in his palm fade away.

“Wonderful. Then, shoo.” He flaps their hand at him as though waving off a gnat. Well, that seems rather rude, all things considered.

“They did send me here, though.” Astarion proceeds to raise one perfectly styled eyebrow at him.

“Did they.”

“I’m afraid so.” Gale then gives what he hopes is his best attempt at an inviting grin. When he practices it in the mirror, he usually looks half-crazed. “You wouldn’t happen to know who I’m to deliver a message towards, would you?”

Astarion looks up from his task of picking at his nails with a dagger.

“That would depend, darling, on what exactly the message is.”

“They said to inform the household that, apparently, they’ve declared me the new master.”

This does get Astarion to pause. He looks Gale up and down. Tilts his head a little to the side, then tilts it back. Then, he bursts out laughing. By the time he calms down, he is wiping genuine tears from his eyes.

“You?” He says. He’s got the most condescending smirk on his face. “Absolutely not.”

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Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction - Part 2

Chapter 5 - Another adventure huh?

Morning arises and boy am I glad that I can’t be exhausted. Sleep is still nice while immortal; a full night’s sleep gets my brain functioning fully. On top of that, if I sleep, I feel more powerful than before, which is well needed in these strange times. I turn over to face Gale, noticing him wide awake with Jenevelle in his arms. She notices me waking up, smiling and cooing as she becomes alert.

“Ah, my little baby. Such a happy girl,” I remark, admiring her. Gale chuckles and rolls his eyes as if that wasn’t a true statement. She could never be a handful. .

“Let’s chat with our counterparts –”

“Friends,” I interrupt, giving him a smirk.

“Ah, does thou need assistance? I assume companionship is what is desired.”

“Good to see you again Withers. Yes, that is the matter we wanted to discuss with you,” Gale responds. “Can you have them come our way please?”

“Wait…how did she die?” I ask, my voice cracking as I’m holding back tears. “It can’t be.”

“The Bhaalists. Jaheira’s soul flies on and is as bright as the moonlight. She protected the ones she loved and told them to run. I can say no more on the matter.”

“The Bhaalists…got her?”

“Yes please,” I murmur, my heart shattered, and a tear delicately rolling down my cheek. Gale pulls me in for a gentle hug, holding me close as I cry into his chest. “Not Jaheira.”

Withers comes back after roughly five minutes.

“Thy companions should arrive here soon. Death and danger lie ahead, but those strong enough to bare it can end the darkness of Bhaal.” Poof. He vanishes again, leaving behind a cloud of blue smoke.

“They’re far from human. They’re deranged monsters.”

“The babies… What are we to do?” Shadowheart questions, holding her baby in her arms. She genuinely looks terrified, and understandably so.

“On top of that, you’ll get to be with Jenevelle and I. I could use the company,” I add. She gasps in excitement and Astarion takes the baby from her so she can jump up and down.

“Okay, I’m sold.”

“Wyll and I will ABSOLUTELY join! We have nothing to live for,” Karlach chimes in. Wyll raises his eyebrow and cocks his head at her.

“Hey now!”

“Sorry, that came off much worse out loud than it did in my head.” I bust out in laughter, which causes me to snort, which I tried not to do but it caused another laughing fit. Astarion is giving me a petty look of judgment.

“Alright, which one of you fools casted Tasha’s Hideous Laughter on this poor soul?” Astarion mutters. “Unbelievable.”

“Count me in as party of the team against these vile murderers,” Halsin comments. “May we restore peace once more and get justice for Jaheira.” Every single one of us holds up our wine glasses for a toast, and we all say simultaneously, “For Jaheira.” Both babies are lying on the rug on their bellies, trying to figure each other out. It’s so cute to see Jenevelle make her first friend, though Shadowheart and Astarion’s baby Asher will eventually age and ours will not. At least Asher is a half-elf, which means it might take him longer to age anyway.

“Well, when should we leave? I’ll need to pack some necessities for the adventure there,” Gale questions as he sits down on the sofa next to me.

“The sooner the better, before the already dire situations get much worse,” Astarion replies. “I just want to get this overwith.”

“So, tomorrow then? I’m with Astarion on this one,” Wyll chimes in. “For once.”

“Tomorrow it is then!”

“I’ll miss you,” I tell him as he wraps me in his warm embrace. He kisses my forehead as he holds me, hesitating on his next word. I know he’s just taking it all in.

“I’ll miss you too. Hopefully we won’t be gone terribly long.”

We sit down at the table ready to eat dinner. Tara joins us, but basically licks her paws the whole time.

It’s time for Jenevelle to go to sleep. I’m letting Gale feed her and prepare for her bed since he will leave early tomorrow morning.

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