#fuck mystra (derogatory)

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Bon appétit: Chapter 18 of 21: Lemon

[Astarion/Gale]

It's 2 a.m., Gale's tired and wants some food. Astarion, the cute barista/waiter at the Emerald Grove knows how to sate his cravings.

Trigger warning (18+): Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, No Magic, No Vampire, No Wizard, Graphic Description of Sex, Smut, Anal Sex, Fingering, Rimming, Semi-Public Sex, Gale's Creaking Knees, Depraved Carnal Lust, Sexual Role Play, Fuck Mystra (derogatory)

Served to: @patheticfangirl

Astarion only had to take one look at his husband's face to know that something good had happened.

"I got an invitation for the annual literature event!" beamed Gale, almost vibrating out of his skin due to his excitement. "According to the letter, Volo will introduce his new book, and rumour has it that a new biography about Karsus will be revealed. I'm so excited, Astarion! Ramazith told me to go on his behalf because of my PhD - and I'm allowed to take a plus one with me. Isn't that fantastic?"

"Hello to you too," smirked Astarion, kissing his husband.

"Oh. Right.... Sorry," said Gale, sheepishly. "I got too swept up in the good news, I forgot my manners. What a faux pas."

"Indeed," snickered Astarion, kissing him once more. "Let me take a shower and tell me everything. I'm looking forward to showing you off."

Gale laughed at that, following him into the bathroom like Tara when she wanted attention – or food.

"Shouldn't it be the other way around?" he asked. "Shouldn't it be me who want to show you off to the world?"

"Whatever makes you sleep at night, love," smirked Astarion while scrubbing the smell of coffee, donuts, and cheese toast out of his hair.

The literature event was a posh, uptight thing, with champagne, weird fusion-style finger foods, tuxedos, glittery dresses, and pretentious blather. Volothamp Geddarm was one of those people who liked to hear themself talk. Astarion stifled a yawn when the famed author kept going on and on about his 'research' and discoveries regarding urban legends. Finally, the ordeal was over, and another author – some type of brainy, boring scientist – got up on stage to introduce his book called The Annals of Karsus. Astarion couldn't help but giggle at the title.

"Really, Astarion?" sighed Gale. "Don't be immature."

"Come on, can you blame me? Annals? Who even uses such preposterous words anymore?" giggled the addressed, eliciting an amused chuckle from his husband.

It was finally time for a polite round of applause and then, the guests diverged from the stage, parting into small groups to chat and gossip. Astarion and Gale kept to themselves, but the latter was dead set on talking to the scientist who'd wrote about Karsus and his work.

Since his teen years, Gale had been fascinated by the mad scientist and his experiments with dangerous matter, the Karsite Weave, to generate a new kind of energy, and a device – a battery for lack of a better word – that would be strong enough to withstand said radioactive, explosive energy.

The couple spotted the author across the room and Astarion remarked: "Are you sure you want to talk to him? He looks like a mad scientist himself. Like Einstein or Frankenstein. – Or Frank N. Furter."

"I'm sure you'll stop me before I get infected by the Karsite Madness," Gale joked. Astarion snickered.

"I doubt it. You're plenty mad already, love."

"Gale? What are you doing here?" asked a smooth, feminine voice behind them, and the laugh got stuck in the addressed's throat. Shocked, Gale turned around and was face to face with his ex-wife.

"Mystra," he got out, suddenly feeling rather ill. "I should have known you'd be here. How foolish of me."

"Yes, very," she mocked coldly. "The better question is why you are invited. I know you're not teaching anywhere anymore, so, do tell what you're doing at a literature event?"

"I –" Words failed him all of a sudden, his verbosity nowhere to be found, as Gale stood there, shocked. Astarion felt his partner tremble slightly, and he got filled with rage. He glared at the woman who'd ruined Gale's dreams. Mystra was tall, slender, and conventionally pretty, with flawless skin, bright blue eyes, and long dark hair flowing over her shoulders. She was dressed in an expensive silver dress that hugged her figure, bejewelled high heels, and a white fur shawl tastefully draped around herself and as if accidentally slipped from her shoulders into the crook of her elbows. Astarion immediately knew that everything about that woman's persona and appearance was carefully crafted and utterly fake.

Now, Mystra gave a short giggle, something that sounded sweet to the untrained ear, but hid malice.

"Oh, Gale, you're still as socially awkward as ever. I'm not surprised."

Astarion felt his eye twitch in irritation and he slid his arm around Gale's, leaning into him while looking at that absolutely vile woman in front of them, and drawled: "So, you're Mystra? Huh, I thought you'd be much more... impressive."

He felt Gale tense when his ex-wife's glare landed on Astarion. With a sneer, she looked the blond up and down, and asked: "And who are you? A co-worker?"

The addressed barked a laugh – loud enough for the nearest people around them to turn around – and purred: "No, darling. I'm Gale's husband. And you're the infamous ex who destroyed his career. Utterly unpleasant to meet you."

It was pure satisfaction to see the shock on Mystra's face.

"You've remarried? With a man? What's wrong with you, Gale?"

"Absolutely nothing. He simply refined his taste after you screwed him over so badly," retorted Astarion sharply, boring his reddish brown eyes into those crystal-blue icicles that apparently passed as peepers. "I'm Astarion Dekarios, by the way."

Again, Mystra looked shocked, seemingly unable to process the fact that Astarion had taken Gale's name. Quickly, said shock turned into disgust, twisting her face into an unamused grimace.

"Really, Gale, how could you sink so low? I didn't think you'd be a cheater, but remarrying so quickly after our divorce is a tad suspicious."

"How dare you –" snarled Astarion, but Gale interrupted him.

"I'm not the one who fell from grace, Mystra. You were the one who cheated, lied, and then tried to take everything from me. You got the apartment, the car, and most of the money. And, worst of all, you spread lies about me that didn't just get me fired but also destroyed any further chance of finding a job as a teacher. You ruined my career simply because you're a petty, greedy bitch." Astarion's head snapped up and he stared at his husband in disbelief. He'd never heard Gale talk like this before. It was incredibly hot. Starry-eyed, the blond glanced at the brunet who kept getting louder and angrier. "Are you even aware what you've done? Do you even care? Hells, sometimes, I think you've never cared. Teaching's my life, Mystra, and you know it! It's what I live and breathe. It's all I ever wanted, and you crushed my life-long dream! You always called me a disappointment and an embarrassment, but you're the only pathetic person here!" Gale paused, gasping for breath, before adding, slightly calmer: "All you ever loved was yourself. You disliked my mother, Tara, my friends. You complained about her funeral and my capability as a husband. You never even visited me in the hospital after the heart attack and instead called me a useless fool as soon as I was back home. You're... you're an awful person, Mysty." Gale straightened and pulled Astarion closer. "But despite your desire to destroy my life and unfounded resentment towards me, I'm still here, and I'm better than ever. Astarion's the best spouse I could have ever asked for, and I got a new job despite your diligent spreading of rumours. You're right though; I'm not a teacher anymore, but I still got invited to this event because of my job. And now, excuse me. I need some air and I never want to see you ever again. Farewell, Mystra."

With that, Gale turned and marched out of the hall with Astarion at his side, while the bystanders erupted into roaring applause. Gale only stopped when they'd reached the meticulously pruned garden. The brunet let out a shaky breath and tried to calm his pounding heart. That's when he felt his partner's hand on his upper arm.

"That was so fucking hot!" grinned Astarion. "I'm utterly turned on right now."

Gale chuckled amused, finally able to ease the tension in his body. Astarion leaned in, whispering in his ear.

"I want you to fuck me, my love. Right here. In this very posh garden."

"How scandalous. Someone could see us sinning," chuckled Gale, and Astarion replied, teasingly: "Well, I'm actually a princess of House Nightstar and I'm married to a magistrate named Jonathan. Thus, I'm in dire need of a distraction. I yearn for a night of freedom and passion before going back to a loveless arranged marriage."

Gale couldn't help but giggle at his husband's silliness, but he was fully on board with the weird role play.

"In that case..." He smiled, bowed, and kissed Astarion's hand. "My lady, I'm at your service. Whatever you desire tonight, it's yours."

The blond's eyes widened in surprise and he was speechless for a few heartbeats. Then, an almost shy smile spread across his handsome face.

"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" he said softly, and Gale mirrored his sweet expression back at him. The professor-turned-librarian led his husband further into the garden by the hand until they came to a stop in a rather excluded area which was surrounded by neatly trimmed bushes. In the middle of the space stood a stone bench. Gale guided Astarion towards it and, with a flamboyant hand gesture, encouraging him to sit down.

"How quaint," Astarion huffed as he flopped down and crossed his legs.

"Now, Princess of House Nightstar, how can I be of service? Direct me," Gale spoke, mirth crinkling his eyes. Astarion swallowed thickly. Suddenly, his mouth felt very dry. He knew his husband was a little freak and enthusiastic about trying new things, but the blond wasn't sure if he could ask for the depraved thing floating through his head. But, when Gale kept looking at him with those dark, soulful eyes and muttered "Tell me what you desire, sweetheart", Astarion revealed his idea.

"I want you to fuck me. Right here. I want you to get on your knees and put your wicked tongue in me before you bend me over and fuck me raw."

As soon as the words were out, he got anxious, especially since Gale didn't say anything. A yapping Gale was a happy Gale, and silence was never a good sign. Astarion bit down on his bottom lip, cursing his boldness.

"Astarion." The brunet's fingers trailed along the blond's arm. "Is that what you really want?"

"Yes," whispered the addressed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have a-"

"Consider it most enthusiastically done, my lady."

Astarion's head snapped up in surprise, catching the hungry look in Gale's eyes. Immediately after, his lips were captured in a ferocious kiss as Gale tilted Astarion's head back and slipped his tongue into his mouth. Moaning, the blond threw his arms around his husband's neck. He tasted champagne, crab meat, soy sauce, and a hint of peppermint. Astarion gasped in shock when Gale gently bit down on his earlobe and sucked it between his teeth. The gasp turned into a moan as his head lolled to the side and his dick strained against his trousers.

"Fuck, Gale!"

"That's Lord of Waterdeep for you, my lady," the brunet breathed and stuck his tongue into his husband's ear canal. Astarion mewled and a shiver ran down his spine.

"My lord, please ravish me," he panted. "I need your love tonight."

"Very well." Gale drew back and pulled Astarion onto his legs. Then, he made sure the coast was clear. "Bend over and hold onto the bench."

The blond obeyed immediately and was panting in anticipation when his trousers were unzipped and pulled down his legs with his boxer briefs. The warm evening breeze caressed Astarion's exposed skin and he jumped slightly at Gale's gentle, teasing touch along his inner thigh.

"How beautiful you are. The moonlight suits you, Princess Nightstar."

With those words, Gale got down on his creaking knees, spread his husband's cheeks apart, and licked a long stripe from sack to hole, causing Astarion to groan. Gale chuckled, his hot breath puffing against the sensitive pucker before starting to tease it with the tip of his tongue. First, there were only some barely-there flicks, then, he started using the flat of his tongue to brush over the entirety of the hole. Astarion keened, biting his lip to stay quiet as his sweaty palms stayed firmly planted against the bench. Gale finally lost the patience to tease his partner and buried his tongue in his ass, licking him open. Fingers joined him quickly, and soon, he was fucking Astarion in earnest. It was a tad too dry though and Astarion winced.

"There's lube in my pocket," he panted, and Gale conjured a small lube package from his husband's pants pocket.

"How foresightful," chuckled the brunet and ripped it open with his teeth which made Astarion's cock jump in excitement. Gale quickly coated his fingers with the lube and pushed them back in, causing the blond to moan loudly.

"My, what a lovely voice you have, my lady. I'm sure you'll sound even sweeter with my cock in you."

Astarion whimpered, his eyes rolling back in his head. Gale rarely used vulgar language, but when he did... Fuck, it was hot.

"Ga– my lord, I'm ready, I'm ready. Please, take me."

At this point, Astarion didn't give a shit that he was begging, he just wanted Gale's dick in his ass. Thankfully, the latter seemed to agree. He grabbed another lube package, ripped it open as he stood up, poured it onto his hard-on?, gripped his husband's hips, and entered him in one single motion until he bottomed out. Astarion choked on a moan when he was so thoroughly filled, arching his back and taking it all.

"So good for me," whispered Gale, sounding in awe. "You feel utterly marvellous around me."

Astarion almost laughed at his husband's choice of words, but moaned instead as Gale started to move. He set a moderate pace, adjusting his hips in a way to hit Astarion's prostate every time. It punched a permanent stream of gasps, pants, and moans out of the blond. His arms trembled so badly, he feared they might give out before he reached his climax. With his head bowed, he stared unseeingly at the bench beneath him, witnessing how drool dribbled from his open mouth onto the grey stone and leaving dark spots.

"Gale – my lord, I – nngh – I can't. Please – fff-uck! Please, I need to come," he whined, desperate for release. The addressed didn't slow or stop his thrusts, instead his simply hummed thoughtfully.

"Ah, of course," he said, sounding surprisingly put-together. "Ladies often need some extra assistance to find their sweet release. How cruel of me to neglect such an important part of our coupling."

Astarion sobbed in relief when Gale shifted slightly and wrapped a hand around his neglected dick.

"Yes, yes, please," he babbled with tears of frustration in his eyes. "Get me off! Get me off! Ga-le!"

His voice cracked on the last word since the aforementioned man slid his middle finger to the underside of the head and rubbed the slit with his index finger. Astarion wailed and bucked in the tight grip, thereby pushing himself further up his husband's dick. The latter was hushing him gently, murmuring sweet nothing while jerking him off.

"Come on, sweetheart, that's it. You're doing so well, take me so well. I love how you feel around me. I love you. I just want to make you feel good too. Sweetheart... be a good girl and come for me."

With a guttural moan, Astarion climaxed so hard the pleasure blinded him momentarily. Spots were dancing in his vision, his ears were ringing, his heart was pounding as if it wanted to escape from his chest, and his lungs were screaming for air he didn't have. Wheezing, Astarion's arms gave out and he slumped against the bench, distantly aware that Gale was spilling into him with a stifled moan. For a short moment, he felt his husband collapse against his back before the latter took a couple of deep breaths and straightened up.

"You did so good." Astarion whimpered when Gale's soft dick left him. "Let me take care of you." Gentle hands tucked him back into his underwear and trousers. "I love you." A soft kiss was placed on his still spit-slick lips. "Are you okay?" He was sat onto the bench next to a warm body. "Astarion?"

"Mmmh," sighed the addressed, slumping against Gale's shoulder. "'m peachy."

"You're slurring your words."

"'m not."

Gale looked at his husband fondly and wrapped an arm around him.

"Let's go home, hm?"

"You haven't talked to the boring scientist yet."

"That's no longer a priority. Come on, Princess Nightstar. Let me escort you to your carriage."

Astarion giggled when Gale pulled him up onto his shaky legs and walked him to their car.

When they arrived at home, the brunet wiped them both down quickly while they were brushing their teeth. Then, they fell into bed, exhausted.

"This was a lot of fun," mumbled Astarion.

"Which part?" Gale wanted to know.

"All of it. Showing you off, putting Mystra in her place, the role-playing, the sex. I thoroughly enjoyed myself tonight."

"Good to know," smiled Gale. "Do you think the Princess of House Nightstar and the Lord of Waterdeep will meet again?"

"I don't know," yawned Astarion as he snuggled up to the brunet. "All I care about is us. Gale and Astarion." After a beat of silence, he added even softer: "All I need is you, Gale. You're enough, just the way you are."

The addressed smiled, hugging the blond closer. He believed Astarion's words.

[nejackdaw]

"I don't need the stars, Gale. I have you."

"Then have me--but have the best possible version of me."

Gale I'm about to push you out of the fucking boat oh my god

[gewhanaa]

Gale is romantic and devoted at heart, and if anything, it's the REASON he's so easily manipulated by Mystra. He has these grand ideas of love that are so real to him. He's blind to how cold and uncaring Mystra really is because they're lovers, aren't they? Love is something poetic, something to be devoted to. I think it took him a long time to realize that not everyone see love like he does.

challenging this notion that Gale is only super romantic and devoted because of Mystra Trauma, with: maybe he’s just romantic and poetic? maybe he’s just a devoted partner, for multiple reasons, and most of them are hes just that type of person? maybe hes just the best man to ever walk or something? like i think the trauma*tm probably made him self conscious over his self worth but like, he explains he’s always a “grand acts of love” guy. Hes poetic and creative so like, i dont think that stops with how he falls in love my dudettes and dudes

[wild-magic-oops]

Durge who thinks getting fucked astral style feels a bit blasphemous bc of the whole Mystra-weave situation, and being very on board with that bc fuck Mystra (derogatory) but also - blasphemy just feels very nice, very delicious... for some reason. A mystery