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nettarinia · 6 months ago

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I have a funny little request, How do you think the baldur's gate 3 companions would react or respond to Tav talking to someone and who ever they are talking to asks them something about a husband/Wife and they point to one of the companions say “Yeah that’s my Husband/Wife right here”, Or Tav greeting the bg3 companions and saying “Hello my beautiful Wife or Handsome Husband how are you today?” Idk I think it would be funny you can either do all the companions or just a few and whoever else you want.

P.S One of the companions has to Karlach pls and thank you. Have a good day/night

↪"Say that again?"

Bg3 companions x reader

Warnings : none that I can think of, if there anything triggering please let me know

A/n : this is such a cute idea !!! Thank you so much for the request and ofc I'll include Karlach it's a literal crime if I don't

Characters : Astarion, Karlach, Shadowheart, Gale, Lae'zel, Wyll, Halsin, Minthara, Rolan, Raphael

▢ astarion

Astarion is mid-sip of his wine when he hears it. You’re chatting with a bartender, mentioning offhandedly, "Oh, my husband enjoys that brand of wine!" The words seem to hang in the air. A moment later, he chokes, coughing as he hurriedly sets his glass down.

"Sorry, darling, did I just hallucinate, or did you actually call me your husband?" He grins, sharp and playful, but there’s something else lurking in his ruby eyes—something softer. "How bold of you. I don’t recall signing any vows, though if they involve more pet names and adoration, I might be convinced."

Despite his teasing, there’s an undeniable smirk of satisfaction on his lips, and later that night, when he thinks you’re asleep, you catch him whispering his name with your last name attatched—testing the sound of it with a chuckle.

▢ shadowheart

Shadowheart stiffens, her hand momentarily pausing over the clasp of her pack as you effortlessly refer to her as your wife in conversation. She recovers quickly, a well-trained mask slipping into place, but you catch the slight widening of her eyes, the way her fingers tighten just a bit.

When the conversation is over, she turns to you, arms crossed, voice a delicate mix of amusement and hesitancy. "Wife, huh? That’s...a rather serious word, don’t you think?" There’s no irritation in her voice, just a quiet wariness.

You lean in and reassure her—tell her it just felt natural—she exhales, her stance softening. "I suppose... it doesn’t sound terrible coming from you." She smirks faintly, then, in a rare show of vulnerability, she murmurs, "Say it again. Just once."

▢ gale

Gale practically beams. He was in the middle of explaining some grand magical theory when you casually referred to him as your husband, and the conversation might as well have ceased to exist. He turns to you with wide, delighted eyes, as if you just handed him the crown jewel of Mystra herself.

"You—you truly think of me that way?" His voice is filled with genuine wonder, his hands twitching as if resisting the urge to pull you into an embrace right there. "I must admit, I rather like the sound of it."

For the rest of the day, he finds ways to bring it up—entirely coincidentally, of course. "Ah, yes, my spouse and I were just discussing that," he’ll say to a trader. Or, "Well, as my beloved has so kindly pointed out..." He’s positively radiant, and when the two of you are alone, he holds you close, murmuring, "One day, perhaps, we could make it more than just words."

▢ karlach

Karlach lets out the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. One moment, she’s hauling a crate of supplies, and the next, she’s throwing an arm around you, laughing loud enough to startle a nearby bard.

"Wife? You think I’m wife material?" She practically lifts you off the ground in a hug, her infernal engine humming warmly. "Oh, babe, you really know how to make a girl’s heart melt."

For the rest of the day, she won’t stop teasing you. "Hey, love, your wife could use a back rub after all that heavy lifting." Or "Shouldn't a wife get extra rations? I think that’s fair." But underneath the playful exterior, there’s a warmth in her gaze every time she looks at you—like you just gave her something precious she never thought she could have.

▢ lae'zel

The moment the word leaves your mouth—wife—Lae’zel halts. Her expression sharpens, golden eyes locking onto yours with an unreadable intensity. The person you were speaking to wisely excuses themselves, sensing the tension crackling in the air.

She steps closer, head tilting, her voice a low rumble. "You claim me as a wife?" It isn’t anger, but a challenge. Prove it, her tone demands.

You meet her gaze unwaveringly and confirm it without hesitation, she exhales, something pleased flashing across her face. "Hmph. Among my kin, such a title is not spoken lightly. If you speak it, you must own it."

Later, when camp is quiet and you were walking towards your tent, she pulls you aside, her hand gripping your wrist—possessive, firm but there was a softness to it that couldn't be denied. She looked flustered, frowning at you with a twitch of her brow," As your... wife. I demand we sleep in the same tent."

▢ wyll

Wyll is in the middle of charming a noble when you casually refer to him as your husband. The words slip from your lips without hesitation, and at first, he doesn’t react—so well-trained in maintaining composure. Only until the noblr left did something warm flickers in his bi-coloured eyes, his confident smile faltering for just a heartbeat.

"Ah—your what?" He turns to you, and for the first time in a long while, the Blade of Frontiers looks genuinely caught off guard.

When you confirm it with an easy smile, he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, as if trying to suppress the warmth creeping up his face. "Well, now you’ve gone and made a man blush," he teases, but there’s a softness to it. A part of him that seems to hold onto the word like a cherished melody.

Later that evening, when the two of you have a rare quiet moment, he leans in, his voice lower, more earnest. "You really see me that way?" His hand finds yours, thumb tracing circles against your palm. "Because I could get used to that."

▢ halsin

Halsin is kneeling by a wounded animal, murmuring a quiet spell of healing, when the word husband leaves your lips. It’s said so casually—to another druid, in passing—that at first, he doesn’t seem to react.

But then, as the spell finishes, he turns to you, golden eyes warm with something deeply affectionate. A slow smile spreads across his face, creasing the corners of his eyes. "Husband," he repeats, testing the weight of it, his voice rich with amusement. "That is… a title of great commitment. And yet, hearing it from you, it feels as though it has always been true."

There’s no teasing, no hesitation—only an earnest kind of joy. He steps closer, brushing his fingers against your cheek, his touch feather-light. "If this is how you see me, then I will wear the title with pride." His voice drops to a low murmur, meant only for you. "And should you ever wish to make it more than words, I will answer gladly."

From that moment on, he often refers to you in kind—my heart, my love, and, on particularly affectionate days, even my wife/husband/mate. It is not just a title to him; it is a promise.

▢ minthara

Minthara doesn’t react at first. Not outwardly. She merely continues sharpening her blade, her silver eyes cold and unreadable as you casually refer to her as your wife in conversation.

The person you were speaking to quickly departs, sensing the weight of silence that follows. Then, without looking up, Minthara speaks, her voice dangerously low. "You called me wife."

It isn’t a question. It’s an evaluation. A test.

You confirm it, she finally lifts her gaze to meet yours, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "How bold of you," she muses, setting her blade aside. "Amongst lolth-sworn drow, such words are not spoken lightly. They are a claim. A promise."

She stands, stepping into your space, her presence as commanding as ever. A hand grips your chin—not harsh, but firm. Possessive. "If you call me wife, then you had best mean it."

And yet, later that night, when the camp is quiet and she believes no one is watching, she lingers at your side a little longer. A rare softness flickers in her eyes before she turns away, murmuring to you just loud enough for you to hear—"Hmph. It does have a certain... power to it."

▢ raphael

The moment the word husband leaves your lips, Raphael goes completely still. The conversation you were having with an unfortunate merchant screeches to a halt as the cambion turns his attention fully on you. The air crackles with something dangerous—something deeply, intensely amused.

A slow smirk stretches across his lips. "My dear, I do believe I misheard you," he purrs, voice as smooth as velvet. "Did you just call me your husband? How delightfully bold of you."

He steps closer, red eyes gleaming with something unreadable—pleasure? Possession? The thrill of a game he suddenly must win? He takes your hand, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to your knuckles. Never breaking eye contact as his lips were curved in that usual salacious smirk of his,"Now, if you are to call me husband, I expect proper treatment. Gifts. Devotion. Perhaps a throne befitting a devil of my caliber."

There’s teasing in his tone, but beneath it? Oh, there’s something else entirely. Later, when no one is around, he murmurs against your ear, "let me hear it again... it sounds so terribly tempting when it falls from those lips of yours."

▢ rolan

Rolan is mid-rant—complaining about some idiot who failed to organise the library books the right way—when you absentmindedly refer to him as your husband. He stops talking. Completely.

His mouth opens. Closes. His tail flicks rapidly behind him, betraying his internal spiral.

"Wha—wait—what did you just call me?" His voice cracks, and he immediately clears his throat, straightening his shoulders in a desperate attempt to regain his dignity.

When you repeat it, casual as ever, he stares at you like you just cast Wish in front of him. "That’s… I mean, I am an impressive partner, but—" He crosses his arms, looking away, his cheeks burning a darker, unmistakable shade of red. "You can’t just say things like that without warning someone!"

But for the rest of the day, he’s noticeably smug—standing taller, magic practically crackling at his fingertips. And if you listen closely, you might hear him muttering under his breath: "Husband. Hah... obviously."

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nettarinia · 6 months ago

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In my recent game I came across some dialogue from Gale I've not seen before, despite this being my 500000000th romance with this man. So we meet Lorroakan for the first time and convince him that Aylin is dead. Speaking to Gale, I think, ok, he's going to be like "hey what a shit wizard" or "what an arrogant little twat" because we've already seen his rubbish projections and it's Lorroakan, come on. Then Gale says this:

Yes, he falls short of - wait. What? Gale is roasting Lorroakan not for his magical skills. He is incensed by his inability to use multiple sources to verify information.

This absolute nerd is more pissed about having too few citations than the fact that Lorroakan is an amoral little jerk that wants to torturously leech off of an aasimar's soul for his own immortality.

I -

Gale, please never change. I love you, you ridiculous dork.

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nettarinia · 7 months ago

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We all know a romanced Gale would disregard any and all local ordinances when devising the grandest declarations of love for Tav a former archmage can conjure, but I'd like to propose something similar but different:

Gale Defending His Love Against The Local HOA

Many of the Tavs Gale brings home to Waterdeep have dedicated their lives to pursuits that would almost certainly result in sternly worded letters from disgruntled neighbors. Gardens ruined by a wildshaped druid Tav. A totally coincidental increase in petty theft after a rogue Tav moves in. A bard Tav who discovers their true calling is mastering the bagpipes.

How would Gale respond to such complaints? I mean, obviously he'd defend Tav to the death, but it's how he'd utterly destroy them via the written word that interests me. I'm imagining responses like,

"The 'intolerable racket' - as you so rudely refer to it - is merely my love performing their morning drills. In fact, I rather prefer their raging bellows to accompany the rising sun over that cacophonous blight you call a rooster, Mildred. Yes, I know it's you. Do not presume to hide behind anonymity when I'm quite familiar with your handwriting by now."

I'm not the best at writing in Gale's voice, so I wanted to toss it over to a master to have fun with as you please - provided it pleases you at all, of course.

(If you're thinking this is a poorly disguised excuse to ask for more spicy Gale content, you would be 100% correct)

😂 Anon, if there’s anything I can believe would exist in both our world AND Faerun, it’s a shared hatred of HOA’s. What do you MEAN it’s against neighborhood policy to raise an Owlbear cub as a pet?!? Seriously?!

I greatly enjoyed your wonderful (and well-written!) scenario, but I do have one minor change: In my mind, any HOA complaints Gale would receive would not be due to everyday things such as battle training or rogues being rogues (because I assume Gale would use magic to keep the noise down, and rogue Tav mentions in the epilogue that they enjoy perusing the sketchier parts of Waterdeep, etc, etc.)

Rather, I think the complaints might be in regards to the…spicy Gale content you mentioned 😇

And Gale, of course, would have a few things to say about that:

P.S. Don’t worry Anon, Gale won’t really let any innocent chickens be harmed, no matter how disappointed Tara is

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nettarinia · 7 months ago

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I humbly present an offering of song inspo for anyone writing angst fics set in the aftermath of a romanced Gale detonating the orb - especially if your choice of POV character is the only surviving companion.

For me, other than the first couple lines referencing a brother, the lyrics perfectly capture the full emotional range of what Tav must being going through right after the explosion. My personal favorite being the last verse:

Sing for reluctant heroes Oh give me your strength Your lives are too short Oh, where is my lover I can see your face, I can hear your voice Now I'm standing alone today Calling my reluctant heroes

Call Your Heroes (an Attack On Titan medley) - AmaLee

Full lyrics below the cut

He lost his brother a month ago His picture's on the wall, and it reminds me When he brings me coffee, his smile I wish I could be with him, till my last day

Can't look back, they will not come back Can't be afraid, but time after time It is like a nightmare, and it's pain for me Because nobody wants to die too fast Remember the day of grief, now it's strange for me I can see your face, I can hear your voice

I'm crying, missing my lover I don't have the power on my side forever Oh, where is my lover? In this final hour I'm standing alone today, calling out your name

Sie sind das Essen? Und wir sind die Jӓger Sie sind das Essen? Und wir sind die Jӓger Sie sind das Essen? Und wir sind die Jӓger Sie sind das Essen, sie sind das Essen

Finally, we march in victory, this our first gloria Oh, my friend, let's toast to victory when we meet again

In this beautiful cruel world so dark and frightening Are we never to obtain a sign? Or a reason why we're still alive?

Someone once was calling out my name But now I can't make out a single word

Is this the end we cannot mend? We're slowly dying If we're here, despite the fear, we must keep fighting

We don't know what went wrong tonight Everybody's got no place to hide No one's left and there's no one to go on All I know is my life is gone

Sing for reluctant heroes Oh, give my your strength Your lives are too short

Oh, where is my lover I can see your face, I can hear your voice Now I'm standing alone today Calling my reluctant heroes

#bg3 #bg3 headcanons #bg3 gale #bg3 fanfic prompt #gale of waterdeep #bg3 angst #I choreograph fics in my head to music and never actually write them down #but maybe someone else will #if anyone actually writes a fic inspired by this please tag me so I can devour it

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nettarinia · 7 months ago

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BG3 Companions When Tav/Reader is sick

Warnings: general sick talk

Post-game (enough that I'm saying Karlach is home for good she deserves it), romantic, Gale, Halsin, Wyll and Karlach

Gale

The hardest part about being sick while also being Gale's partner, is that the man craves constant physical contact. Being secluded in his home for so long led him to find himself rather touch starved, noticing his yearning soon after your first time together. You being sick and him being a professor did not mix, his students' education depended on him, although the back pain from sleeping on the chaise by the fireplace has been testing that resolve. Tara is the resident messenger, keeping a close eye on you and making sure Gale knows every detail, from you waking up for a moment to you spilling your guts, even if you ask her not to. There's a part of you that's relieved that he doesn't see how gross you feel, but the other part really just wants your husband to come hold you. That being said, if your illness persists more than a few days, Gale is not only seeking medicinals from the local apothecary, but his resolve has totally broken. Sure, he puts some precautionary measures in place, using a spell or potion to boost his immunity, but he didn't care if he got sick anymore. So, after a few painful days of blatant yearning between the two of you, you finally got a decent night's sleep with your head on his chest.

Halsin

If anyone's prepared to fuss over a sick Tav, it's Halsin. He's over 350 years old, and has plenty of experience caring for ill companions. He has a small list of foods that are safe for consumption in your state, even if you might not be able to keep things down right away, he'll encourage you try to eat a little every once in a while. 350 years and his elven immune system have made him very resistant to illness, but even if that wasn't the case, Halsin would still spend his time as close as he can get to you, soothing your aches and chills with his body heat is surely better than any old blanket. He often rests his hand over your stomach, skin to skin, rubbing soft circles with his thumb idly.

Wyll

The man is very upset. Since reconciling with his father and leaving Mizora's deal behind, you and Wyll have been living quite lavishly in Baldur's Gate. That being said, he has unfortunately been given quite stern directions to stay away from you while you're ill. The maids and the private nurses will handle your recovery, and they'll handle it well, but Wyll misses you. So, the only solution is to sneak himself into your room in the dead of night. You only ever wake up a little bit, just enough to get yourself comfortable in his arms. And although his presence has no actual healing powers, the tension in your muscles seems to fade as he holds you close while you drift back to sleep. These nightly visits aren't without issue, though, as not only is Wyll reprimanded by the maids that came to care for you in the morning, but it also doesn't take very long for him to get sick as well. He doesn't seem to mind all that much, though, since now he can stay with you.

Karlach

You'll never have to worry about those pesky chills with Karlach keeping you nice and toasty in your shared bed. She does get a little sad when you say you're too hot, but will change from a full assault cuddle to just having her arm draped across your belly. Her hands are wonderful for working out any aches, all she has to do is use her hand as a heating pad. She does her best, but she's antsy for the day you feel better! Karlach doesn't do well being cooped up, but she doesn't wanna just leave you in your misery. So, as compromise, she runs the errands for you two. Medicine, groceries, maybe she'll even splurge and get you a brand new comforter with a fancy feather filling. She'll stop by the Duke's place to visit Wyll, maybe even bringing home a nurse or doctor to give you a once-over. Her immune system is crazy, she's very much not worried about catching whatever it is you have, so she's all over you for cuddles and kisses just as she always is, since there's no way she's not touching you.

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nettarinia · 8 months ago

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Nyachooh

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nettarinia · 9 months ago

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favourite moments of bg3 -> (5/?)

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nettarinia · 9 months ago

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Married-to-a-Mind-Flayer!Gale dropping random facts about mind flayers in conversations with other wizards, and sometimes it accidentally crosses a line into being severely out of pocket and he politely exits the conversation to avoid inflicting further psychic damage.

"The mucus that covers the skin of a healthy and well-hydrated illithid possesses anti-magic qualities, but only when in direct contact with the illithid" = weird that you know that but interesting

"The mucus that covers the skin of a healthy and well-hydrated illithid does not work as a lubricant" = what the literal fuck is wrong with you???

"Mind flayers don't have vocal chords and cannot produce sound" = okay.

"Mind flayers do have tongues, and they're prehensile" = sir this is a Wendy's.

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nettarinia · 9 months ago

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“I can’t imagine anywhere that could turn my heart from you” - The Downfall

So here’s a little something about Gale relearning some of his magic and finding some notes he had hoped to never see again…

There’s all manner of books strewn around his tower, it has a library after all. Most of them are following complex details within the weave that Tav can’t even begin to grasp. To Gale those tomes had once been ‘light reading’, but that is no longer the case.

Where once the most twisted of spells had been nothing but a night spent in his study to master, now he struggled, working his way through each work of magic, piece by piece. Though Tav was what mades all the difference. Their kind word, their little hugs and kisses throughout the day.

By the time he returns to the tower after the fight against the absolute, after falling in love with Tav, after asking them to marry him - He’s lucky, he knows he it - The magic of it all still envelopes him as he passes by a stack of long abandoned pages. They are his own, of course – all signed with a name he’s cast aside: Gale Of Waterdeep. He glares at them, as if there was something fundamentally corrupt hidden amidst the words.

But they are the next step, the final thing missing to regain all he had ever known. Back to his former glory, though glory was hardly the word he’d use to describe his old self.

He wouldn’t admit it to himself - that it had been fear that made him turn away and pursue a different task. He would sort through them eventually, just not right now. Not when everything he had ever dreamed of was right there.

But the pages are right there, royal blue ink on yellowing parchment, his downfall written in meticulous detail, his own undoing plain to see. Just as real and tangible as Tav sitting by the window, the sunlight illuminating them beautifully.

He can’t persuade himself to read through them, each time he thinks of it, that deep rooted fear sets In again. As if merely looking at them would bring him right back to the man he used to be.

Once Tav notices… he let’s himself fall into their arms, listen to them whisper how much they love him, how nothing could change that, how they will always be right by his side.

And by his side they are when he finally dares to look back. One of his hand flipping through the pages, the other gently holding Tavs.

Nothing would ever change that.

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