#the dark urge x gale

[sankttealeaf]

"You look like you were jealous" for Ruetash

And/or

"What if I hurt you?" for Rue/Gale

daily dose of chaosweave (rue/gale) for everyone! set somewhere between the start and middle of act 2

using these sutble nsfw prompts! send me some in :3

[and i'm also going to do the ruetash prompt too because i had an idea for it]

word count: 1071

It had been an impulsive act of madness that drove Rue to Gale’s tent that night. She couldn’t sleep, plagued by horrors she could not comprehend every time her eyes shut so when she left her sleeping area to go for a walk and saw gentle purple light from Gale’s tent, she decided to pay him a visit.

And now she’s in his lap, arms wrapped around him as their lips meet desperately. The shadow-cursed lands are doing something to her brain and she can’t seem to shake it. There’s a hunger deep within her, calling her name and coaxing her to embrace that rotten side of her, the one that begs for blood.

She tastes blood in her mouth and her head spins, pushing herself closer to try and taste more, to cure that voice in her mind that wants this.

“Ah, Rue, hold on-” Gale mumbles, putting space between them. In the dimly lit tent she spots blood pooling from his lip. His thumb brushes over the cut and he frowns. “Let me just-”

“Shit. Did I do that?” Her eyes widen in shock, leaning back to stop herself from tearing into the wound, digging deep until she’s coated in his blood.

He laughs quietly and shakes his head. “It’s quite alright. Some warning would be preferred next time though.”

“I’m sorry. Got a little too into it,” she replies, unable to take her eyes off of the blood, even when he’s smudged it away. How pretty he would look covered in it. She would treat him so carefully, peeling back his skin layer by layer until she reaches his insides and then she would-

“Rue?” Gale rests his hands on her thighs, bringing her out of her horrible thoughts. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” She slows her breathing down, unaware of how heavy it’s become at the thought of Gale’s blood. The urge, she realises, isn’t to lose herself in him. It’s to tear him apart like she did with Alfira.

He leans in to kiss her again and she lets him, wanting to push those thoughts of bloodlust away and replace them with him - the feeling of his hands against her skin, intertwined together like they were meant to be. It works for a moment. Rue tangles her hands through his hair and rocks her hips against his and the taste of blood still lingers on her tongue.

All she wants is his blood.

There’s a flash that passes through her mind of her standing above Gale’s dead body, her hands coated in a deep crimson. She pulls away from him quickly, falling back off of his lap. There’s too many thoughts, too many horrible thoughts that pass through her mind.

“I’m sorry. I can’t do this,” she says quickly, digging her nails in her palms to try and ease the urge for blood. “I can’t, Gale. I keep - I just - I can’t.”

“It’s alright, Rue,” he replies softly, eyes widening in shock and looking over her to make sure she isn’t hurt. “You’re alright, we don’t have to do anything.”

“I want to. I really do. I just-”

“Hey.” Gale rests a hand on her knee. “You don’t need to explain yourself. If you’ve changed your mind then I completely understand. There’s other things we can do and-”

“My mind isn’t right. It’s not normal. I don’t know what’s happening,” she says, her breath growing frantic as panic sets in. “Gale, I can’t.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asks, giving her space as she brings her knees to her chest. “Talk to me, Rue.”

“I need to go. I can’t be around you, not like this,” she says quietly, the corners of her vision blurring - from tears or something else she isn’t sure.

“You know I’m here for you, right? No matter what happens, I want to help you,” Gale says, reaching a hand out for her to take.

It’s hard to fight that urge for blood but she tries. She takes his hand and allows herself to be held by him.

“What if I hurt you?” she mumbles into his shoulder, eyes falling shut to try and block out the demands for blood. His blood.. “Gale, I can’t… I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t.” He holds her close, arms wrapped so tight around her because he’s so scared of letting her slip away. “I won’t let you.”

“You mean that?” She feels broken, pieces of her scattered across her life that she’ll never get back and it worsens that need for blood. It would be so easy to destroy everything, make everyone pay.

Gale nods and she believes him. There’s no reason why she can’t face this problem alone. She tried that once and someone died. Rue tells herself that she’s allowed to lean on her friends for support.

Or at least Gale.

“Sorry for getting you all worked up for nothing,” she says quietly, easing her breathing and pushing away the red that clouds her vision. She’s in control.

“You don’t need to apologise for that. I should thank you for stopping before you-” He stops himself, like it’s the wrong time to make light of a deadly situation.

“Before I killed you?” she finishes for him with a small laugh. “You can joke about it. It’s either that or be completely terrified at what I’m capable of.”

“Keep the murder to our enemies, alright? If you desperately need to hunt something, I’m sure we can dress Astarion up like a shadow demon.”

She laughs, feeling at ease. That voice for blood still haunts the back of her mind but she’s not going to listen to it.

“If there’s ever a way to turn me off it’s picturing that image,” she says, pulling back to look at him with a grin. “Thanks, Gale. You’re a real help.”

“And the thought of killing me wasn’t a mood killer? Gods, your mind works in peculiar ways.” He runs his hand through her hair and grins. “Feeling any better?”

“A bit,” she admits, leaning into his touch. “I may go and… sit somewhere far away for the rest of the night. Just in case.”

“Alright. You know where I am if you need me.”

Rue gives him a soft smile and presses a gentle kiss to his lips. How lucky she is to be surrounded by people so caring. She almost doesn’t deserve it.

[dragonagitator]

and as for The Hole. uhhhhh basically I was like "I think the orb should be fuckable". and then I wrote this.

Bless you, fanfic authors. Never change.

[fan-tav-stic]

Day 12: Confined space (NSFWish) - EldritchWeave

Characters: Gale + Valexi (M!Durge), Shadowheart (briefly), Karlach (briefly)

Tags: confined space, panic attack, drunken kissing, no actual sex, caught in the act

Summary:

After accidentally setting off a trip wire and falling through a trap door Gale and Valexi must wait for help to arrive.

[bhaalbabebardlock]

The Hand That Feeds

Chapter 3- Sweet

AO3 Link

Important tags: toxic Gale, creepy Gale, god!Gale, A!Astarion, kidnapping, yandere, mind control, non-con, please read all tags on AO3!

Summary:

(Gale POV)

"And once she'd eaten them, she'd inevitably want to stay all on her own. Of course. How could she not want to stay? He reached down for her hand, wrapping her small fingers in his and pulling her up, leading her to the bathroom. He ran his palms down the bodice of her dress, marveling at how it hugged every delicate curve of her body. It was impossible for anyone to be crafted so perfectly. And yet here she stood. He pushed her back against the sink, hands sliding down down to her waist to sit her on the edge."

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--Excerpt below the cut; full chapter on AO3--

Seeing her obey, finally, is beautiful. There is no other word for it, for her to finally see his true face, to finally touch her with his own hands after months of masquerading as someone lesser. She was a little afraid, even if she didn't want to say it. That too was gorgeous. That resolve. That biting attitude. A lie, a facade. He knew how she was around him. How she'd been when she naively thought it was always Astarion.

She could protest for now, but she would come to see that this was better. Of course it was better. She was so fragile and weak minded, he saw the ways Astarion had failed and continued to fail to take care of her, to truly meet her needs. And then to squander some of the best parts of her by claiming to have gifted her with vampirism. Careful. It wouldn't be wise to reveal how many of their private conversations he'd been a fly on the wall for. Sometimes more literally than figurative.

He leaned forward, resting his palm against her cheek, seeing the glassy eyed look on her face. She was still so pretty. Even when it had to be this way. But she would inevitably enjoy herself, and eventually would come around to see things his way. He was more than certain of it.

NSFW below the cut;;

He pulled her flush against him, letting his hands wander over her skin again. Every breathless inhale, every soft sigh and delicate moan was for him, and him alone. She was his. Crafted especially for him. To serve him, love him, worship him the way a god should be worshiped. He would mold her into the perfect embodiment of devotion. Until prayers to him floated from those beautiful lips effortlessly, until her voice was raw from begging for his touch. Devoted entirely to him and his whims, his desires her own until they're one inseparable creature.

He could almost take her right here, the way she had so easily melted against him. He'd been patient for so long though, he could be patient now too.

He let go of her, quickly removing his own clothes, and stepping into the tub, sinking down into the warm water. He held out his arms, watching with reverence as she slipped into the water and settled between his legs, a soft giggle leaving her mouth. He pulled her back against him, barely maintaining his control when she moaned at his hardening cock against her back. She was so responsive. He slid his hands down over her stomach, burying his face into her hair as he squeezed her breast with one hand, the other continuing its slow descent to between her thighs. She smelled like heaven. She felt like divinity.

He lifted his head only slightly, resting his chin on her shoulder to look down at her. Panting. Soaked. His scent was already all over her.

“Spread your legs for me, pet.” Gods, the way her knees draped over his. He knew she wanted this as much as he wanted it. The way her head fell back against his chest, the way her fingers reached down and clenched his legs as she moaned out his name. Not Astarion's. The way it should be. The way it will always be, from now on. She would behave.

He hummed softly, contently against her skin, kissing her shoulder while he rolled her nipple between his fingers, listening to her soft whimpers as he teased his other hand over her thighs. He didn't need her to tell him how aroused she was. The stiffening peak of her nipple, the way her breath caught when his hand slid over her slit, her breaths coming fast as she panted against his chest. She was exquisite.

“Gale, please,” gods, that was beautiful. Listening to her beg. Squirm. Writhing for him. He pressed feverish kisses against her shoulder, her neck, brushing his nose against her throat while he ran his finger over her clit, making her buck into his hand. He couldn't help but smile as water sloshed over the edge of the tub.

Full Chapter on AO3!

[anxious-scrambles]

One foot in the shadow cursed lands, and Gale confesses his private desires.

Dreuer’s private desires are quite different, and hd’s not sure he likes them.

[dmkwrites]

Ephemeral

Pairing: Durge/Gale

Warning: character death

Summary: Sometimes the sweetest moments are the most fleeting.

Introduction

The voice that drifts from the swirling vortex stirs something in you, something that threatens the voices within. KILL KILL KILL they tell you, as they’ve been telling you all day, relentless. You’ve resisted until now, but the weight is bearing heavy on you, and it’s loud, so loud, louder than you’ve ever heard it.

Does it know, somehow, where this path will lead? Does it dig around desperately in your head like a wounded animal? Does it recognize something?

You pull at the hand, and the wizard who appears smiles in a way that feels familiar.

The Urge wails.

Change in the Weather

After the events of That Night, the night you lost control, you were sure none of them would trust you again, and him with the fire in his voice least of all.

For some reason, you cannot abide that.

It’s agonizingly slow, like taming a stray cat, Gale keeping his distance and watching you from the corner of his vision, the way you watch him but completely different.

Then, one day, you are wounded, and he holds out his hand to you like he did on that first day, when he was nothing but trust, and you know you’ve won.

 

Seeking Solace

Gale stumbles into your tent, sooner than you thought, too soon after the last one. He is doubled over and breathing heavy, and at once you are frantically pawing through your backpack, you swear you had something stashed away for this, you swear.

Gale falls to his knees and he grips weakly at your robes. “Please… anything…”

Frantic, you take his hands. “The robes, use the robes,” you tell him, and he shakes his head, and you squeeze now, hard, too hard, “Bhaal take you to the depths of hell Gale, use the robes.”

He relents, and you wonder. Bhaal?

Breakfast

You love waking up early and watching him cook breakfast. No matter what the previous day wrought, you can count on him to be up with the sun, stoking the campfire, making the best of whatever abandoned scraps you dug out of a barrel outside town. His hands are practiced, which surprised you at first, somehow. Perhaps in those months alone in his tower, this simple daily task had brought him some comfort, some normalcy. You are desperate to know but afraid to ask.

“You know,” Gale calls out, “You could help instead of spying on me from your bedroll.”

Fork in the road

It would be so easy to give in. You’ve fought so long, so hard, and you don’t even know why. Everything inside you wants to slip back into the red darkness, and the Urge is a roar in your ears now, and killing all the goblins and cultists hasn’t quenched it a drop. It’s eating you from the inside out.

Then the Butler leads you to Gale, give his ultimatum. You watch Gale’s chest rise and fall, and you realize that from the moment you took that hand, there was only one path left before you.

You shake Gale awake.

Love

The Urge is screaming at you, a pounding in your skull, worse than you can ever remember it being

but not the first time no not the first time but this time is worse this time it knows

and Gale is looking at you expectantly, and there is fear and longing and hope in his eyes

kill him now wring his neck before it’s too late we must not let it happen again we

“I’m in love with you, too.”

Gale smiles, and with all your will you manage to smile back. And then the voice is gone, for now.

Forgotten

When you hold Gale, sometimes you go somewhere else. It feels like falling in a dream, like the world disappears from under you, and then Gale is no longer in your arms, but someone else is, someone who makes the Urge whine and thrash in the same way.

Was I sweet once?

Did I love once?

There is a name, scratching around in the back of your head like a trapped insect. You will not remember it until it’s too late.

Eternity

Gale’s eyes are pleading and his hands are shaking with emotion. “Don’t you understand? We could have eternity amongst the stars, you and I, no pain, no fear, nothing but us.”

The dark part of you sings, imagining a Faerun under your wicked rule after Gale’s inevitable fall. But there is another image, from the dark recesses of your broken self, of the Crown balanced delicately on metal-clad fingers, and of a promise just like this one. “You and I, Slayer. Together.”

You close the book and take Gale’s trembling hands. “I’ve had enough of men of ambition,” you say.

Rebirth

Stepping out of the temple for the first time in your new life, everything hurts. The sun in your eyes is blinding, the wind on your scales is agony, like salt in a fresh wound.

“How does it feel?” Gale asks as he takes your hand in his. You look at him, and it’s like you’re seeing him for the first time, no Urge, no sick fantasies bursting from the dark place in your heart. For the first time, you look at Gale, and all you feel is love.

You squeeze Gale’s hand. “Wonderful,” you say, and you mean it.

The True You

You twine your fingers with Gale’s as you lay together in the grass, the cloak you’d loving spread beneath you now bunched up in the small of his back. “How long since you been with another like this?” you ask.

“A long time,” Gale admits, sounding almost embarrassed. “Even before Mystra.”

You stroke Gale’s hair with your free hand, the real Gale, whose first touch transformed you irreversibly. “You felt you had to wow them,” you say. “And now?”

Gale’s face, still sweaty and flushed, buries into your chest. You feel a smile there. “I was wowed,” he says, “Truly.”

Dreamer

“You’ll love Waterdeep,” Gale says. “And Tara, I’m sure. I think she’ll like you. I hope so, anyway, or we might have a problem.”

“Who said I wanted to go to Waterdeep?”

“Well, we could live in the Bhaal temple,” Gale pivots quickly. “I could starts a book club. But I do insist on getting rid of at least half the skulls, it’s far too much.”

You laugh, and it is light and free and beautiful, for perhaps the first time. “Waterdeep it is then, I can’t possibly keep up with a book club.”

Shattered

You’ve made it to the brain stem, bloody and broken but alive. The final push is ahead, and for the first time in your life, you are truly afraid.

Gale takes your hands. “Don’t worry,” he says. “It’ll be over soon.”

He is smiling, but there is a hitch in his voice, and suddenly you know, “Believe in me,” you say, desperate, “in us.”

Gale gently cups your face. “I do believe in us,” he says softly. “We’ll meet again, my love.”

And then he is gone. Or rather, you are gone.

Your scream is drowned out by the explosion.

Acceptance

It is Rolan who takes you in after everything ends, lets you malaise among the books Gale loved for weeks and weeks and weeks. You are left adrift in a sea of apathy, the bright  future you’d only just glimpsed already gone. You eat the food Lia brings and when your body grows weary you sleep a fitful sleep, but you do little else until the day you finally descend into the archives.

Rolan is waiting for you. He hands you a key. “Good luck,” is all he says.

You clutch the key in your fist. You don’t need luck.

[ducancela-a]

we do like them kinda patethic

[taygra5shaon]

a normal night at the camp

when you are an amnesiac sweet guy who kill people when he's asleep and all your friends lust for you just because you are nice in general.

[angiemaniac]

The Durge Companion AU - Meeting Gale

TW: Lotsa Blood

Sorry for the long wait!! Here's the next chapter out. Did you guys think I was gonna kill him lol

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Previously: Chapter 3

Next: Chapter 5

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[ericahbrillina]

New run with the original Durge romancing Gale because I love them your honour

[sankttealeaf]

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20: a kiss on a scar

the dark urge x gale // 430 words

They often find themselves laying with one another at night, wide awake with nothing but time as the rest of their companions sleep soundly around them. 

Rue’s second favourite place in the world has to be in Gale’s arms. Her first is him in her arms, though she’ll never admit it to him. She rests her head on his chest, enjoying the gentle thud thud thud of his heartbeat. Soothing. Relaxing. Helps to remind her they’re both still alive.

Her fingers trace along the tip of the orb, slowly and purposefully as if she’s committing it to memory. It cuts through his skin, filling the space it leaves with deep purple. A permanent reminder, even long after it will disappear. She pities him.

“At least it’s pretty,” Rue whispers, coming down to the circular pattern of it now and letting her finger loop around and around. “It’s always the prettiest things that are out to kill you.” 

He laughs softly at that, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. “I never expected that kind of wisdom to come from you.”

“I like to keep you on your toes.” A gentle smile. A quick kiss to the palm of his hand. Rue looks back at the mark of the orb. “Does it hurt right now?” 

“A little. It’s like a constant dull ache. I can block it out when we’re on the road but now with nothing to occupy my mind I can feel it,” Gale admits, taking a hold of her hand, the one over his chest. 

“I think I know of a way to fix it,” Rue says, a mischevious look on her face as she leans towards him. A soft kiss is pressed in the centre of the orb and she looks at him with a grin. “Did that help?” 

Gale hums in thought for a moment before nodding. “I do believe it did. Though I may need another to fully confirm it.” 

She laughs quietly, bringing her lips back towards it again and again until she’s travelled up his neck, across his jaw and onto his cheek. Gale’s face flushes a deep red as she smiles down at him, eyebrow raised.

“Better?”

“Absolutely.” His arms wrap around her as they settle in properly for the night, a quick kiss to the scar across her own cheek. “Wake me if you need me.”

“I promise.” She rests her head in the crook of his neck, hand over his chest where the orb lies. Her eyes fall shut and for once she hopes to have a restful night.

[rissi-chan]

Gale: So, Bhaal created you from his own, dead flesh . . .

Durge: So I'm told.

Gale: So, presumably you look nothing like him - as a child might a parent.

Durge: Correct.

Gale: So, then, what made him decide to make you so attractive?

Durge: Perhaps he thought it would arouse less suspicion.

Gale: Yes, well, it aroused something else entirely, didn't it.

[fan-tav-stic]

For the Tav questions: 2, 8, 16, and 25 for Kairius? (And if you wanna do those same ones for Valexi I'd love to hear about him, too!)

Thank you again for asking Tav questions!!! I love talking about my boys sm!!!

Kairius

2. Describe their tent setup! What’s on the outside? The inside?

On the outside is pretty barebones. It’s decently small with a deep violet cloth. He’s got a small plush stool for sitting on to write his music and a rack that houses his sword

On the inside however!! He’s got STACKS of books that he’s picked up over the course of the game, papers crumpled and scattered everywhere from discarded song writing attempts, a small plank of wood behind his bedroll that houses a bunch of little carved figurines Halsin has made for him, his quill and ink, some home made horn oil + home made shampoo, and a small hand mirror + brush.

His bedroll is simple with a few luxurious pillows that he’s “borrowed”, one of which keeps his song journal safe.

8. After Act 3, what does their life look like? What are they talking about at the reunion party?

BUCKLE UP THIS ONE IS LONG!!! Also to preface this: I have NOT finished the game and have only done Astarion’s quest in ACT 3 but i no longer care if its canon compliant or not LMAO.

So he, Shadowheart, and Halsin get a little plot of land on the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate with a decent few acres of forest land beyond the house. They adopt Umi, Ide, and Yenna (+ Grub of course). He and Shadowheart get married a few years after (Halsin didn’t want to officially get married but he’s still very much on the same level in the polycule.) and then a few years after THAT they have Dahlia.

Dahlia is 1/2 tiefling, 1/4 elf, 1/4 human. She and the rest of his kids become his EVERYTHING. He used to do late night gigs but once she’s born he retires from that and focuses on his song writing since he can do that from home. He loves his kids with his entire fucking being.

Once she’s old enough Kairius teaches her the violin and lute, Shadowheart teaches her some basic healing and other cleric spells, and Halsin teaches her druidic magic. She ends up following in Halsin’s footsteps and becomes a druid. Her first wildshape is a bear cub to match her papa and Halsin calls her “Little Cub”. (I WILL die for Dahlia. I have never actually made a serious fan kid before and I love her sm.)

(I have not gotten to the reunion party so idk how to answer this yet lmao)

16. What do they do for fun, when not adventuring? What are their hobbies?

He’s a song writer and also knows how to dye hair. He’s actually the one who cut and dyed Shadowheart’s hair! (Though he DID fuck up her bangs a little). One of his many hidden talents is being able to bleach any kind of hair into a perfect blonde without frying it in the slightest.

25. What is something they would die on a hill over?

Honestly? I don’t know. Getting into a characters head to talk about their trauma and stuff is easy but getting into their head to get basic stuff like strong opinions makes my brain hurt lmao. It’s like every piece of information i have about them evaporates as soon as i try.

Valexi under the Read More!!!

Valexi

2. Describe their tent setup! What’s on the outside? The inside?

His tent is smaller with a orange-red cloth. It’s pretty barren on the outside, no real personality or trinkets.

On the inside is also pretty barren. He’s got his bedroll, the necronomicon from act 1, a few charcoal drawings hanging up on the inside walls, a box of charcoals and tools, and his daggers in arms reach of his bedroll. Under his pillow is his large leather bound sketchbook.

8. After Act 3, what does their life look like? What are they talking about at the reunion party?

I also haven’t finished the game with him so this is just spitballing or how i hope it goes.

He and Gale move in to Gale’s tower back in water deep. They are INCREDIBLY domestic and sappy. He’s a bit of a house husband, cleans and stuff while Gale is out teaching. They take turns cooking and on a couple nights a week they cook together like they did back in camp.

I don’t think they have kids, but if they did it would be until they were married for a WHILE.

Oh yeah, they get married obvs. I like to think Gale plans to have a big proposal and a ring but Valexi just kinda slips it into daily conversation by accident. Like they’re just talking and someone references something to do with marriage and Val goes “we should do that!” “What?” “Get married, of course. Would you want to marry me someday?” And breaks Gale for a while before he quickly agrees and that’s it, they’re engaged.

They are such fucking dorks.

(No reunion still sowwy lol)

16. What do they do for fun, when not adventuring? What are their hobbies?

He draws! It was originally for fun pre!game but during the game it becomes a coping mechanism for him. It still is a little but it becomes fun again after the game.

His drawings are all related to the memories he can’t remember and can only grasp after nightmares or sometimes when the urges take over enough that he blacks out a little. They’re all done in charcoal and are VERY fucked up in nature. Like I’m talking gruesome bodies, distorted faces, etc.

He also learns to cook with Gale! Another coping mechanism turned passion. He found that the urges could be sated by driving his knife into meat and vegetables rather than people. Gale teaches him every recipe he can remember off the top of his head as well as in cookbooks they find while adventuring. The first ever dish he made was rabbit stew! Gale thought him the proper way to cut veggies and that’s how he found out that chopping up the rabbit helped clear his head.

After the game he keeps learning and actually gets REALLY good and Gale is so fucking proud of his husband.

25. What is something they would die on a hill over?

Again, brain is currently too small to answer this kind of question lol. Maybe I’ll edit this one day and put ‘em in once I figure it out <3

[excaryder]

Behold the dark urge

Lord Bhaal, watching you pet every cat, chuckle like a teenage girl and take magic lessons at camp...

[anxious-scrambles]

All 3 parts of this are now up.

[steelsartcorner]

BG3 Comic: An Unwelcome Surprise

(Be forewarned: Dark Urge Act 3 Spoilers. Post is tagged. Click “read more” for the full comic.)

I always find myself wondering about the side conversations that must happen between the other characters while your PC is busy talking to the plot point givers.