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the duality of men.

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Sorry I don't see enough people talking about how hot Halsin is while he's confronting kagha.. like please scream at me daddey

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whenever I'm feeling especially unmotivated to do my schoolwork, I remember that Gale Dekarios would probably want me to write that paper and finish that homework assignment. If I'm not doing my homework for my own well-being, I'll do it for Gale.

saw someone else on here say sometime similar, truly the only reason I'm getting through college rn

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that one scene in hunger games catching fire where Katniss is calling Haymitch a liar but instead of Katniss it's a tav who swore they'd never love again who inevitably falls for Gale (and begs him not to listen to Mystra's commands) and instead of Haymitch it's Gale's projection (after he used his orb on the elderbrain) delivering a handwritten note apologizing for breaking his promise.

"You promised me! You're a liar! You're a liar..."

gonna write an entire fanfic just so I can incorporate this bc I hate happiness 😌

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I want to see a tav who is just as academically inclined as Gale, if not more so. Whether that be as a wizard or just with a sage background, I think it'd be super cute. They'd definitely fall in love, spending hours talking about each other's interests in the academic world while simultaneously losing themselves in each other. Stealing glances from across the campfire and beckoning each other over when either of them finds a cool book during their adventure. Gale was so far from the comfort of his home in Waterdeep, so to be able to bond with someone like this was nice. It helped ease the homesickness. When the group reaches Baldurs Gate, they become even closer (if that's possible). Bookstores have an entirely new meaning with them. It's fun to browse, sure, but what's more fun is finding a secluded corner in the shop and making out, backs pressed against the shelves. The others know exactly what's happening, too. They just choose to ignore it. When the elderbrain is defeated, their impending doom now vanished, they get married (obviously) and spend the rest of their lives teaching magic to young wizards at the same academy, enjoying the quiet life.

I think it's time for me to start a new playthrough besties...

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if i met a moderately awkward, nerdy guy who loves cats and academia it would be so over for me. this is about gale.

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I can't stop thinking about a durge that just wants to reinvent themselves. They've forgotten pretty much everything about them except their name, and that's scary. It's still up in the air whether or not they'll gain their memory back, so why not make new memories? To do so, they have avoid dying beforehand.

Feat. my new durge playthrough, he's a cutie patootie

They've forgotten how to fight (if they even knew at all before becoming bhaalspawn) so they hesitantly ask Lae'zel to teach them. She says yes, but not without shaming them for not knowing. It's countless nights spend with bruises and minor cuts from sparring, but it is working. Lae'zel can see it in battle, and she's proud. After a particularly intense match where durge won, she'd deny it.

"Chk, you cheated."

Along with fighting, their stealth skills are close to zero. Astarion, of course, was the most obvious choice to help with that matter. He'd teach them how to properly use daggers, how to stay absolutely silent when sneaking around, how to lie your way through intense encounters. He'd probably test them on it too, if only to make them mildly uncomfortable.

"Okay, let's pretend darling. I'm a big scary man who wants your money. I have a knife."

"Okay, take it." They hand over a pretend sac of gold.

"No, darling! You're supposed to say you don't have any money." He sighs

"You threatened me! Is my life worth less than gold?" They throw their hands up defensively. Astarion would just sigh deeply and run a hand on his forehead in frustration.

When it came to magic, Gale was the one to go to. If the durge is a magic user, they've forgotten most of the important points in properly executing said magic. They're able to cast spells, but they almost always miss because they find it hard to concentrate. Gales teaching them how to focus again, how to drown out the gruesome sounds of battle and focus on keeping themselves and their companions alive through the weave. If they aren't a magic user, Gale's teaching them how to detect magic, and all its types. Regardless of if they're capable of casting magic, he wants them to be able to understand what they're up against. This doesn't happen without long, seemingly Neverending history lessons on the beginnings of magic. He's been rambling for several minutes about the origin of Mystra herself when he pauses

"You're not listening." He says matter of factly, offended.

"I'm sorry." They'd blush and resumes their attention to him. His eyes soften in understanding, and he flicks his fingers to conjure a small purple flame that flickers just above the tips of his fingers. He was like this as a young student, so he understands how it is to lose focus easily.

"Here, some enrichment while you listen." His words weren't condescending, maybe poking fun a bit, though. Regardless, it worked, and they find themselves listening better than they had minutes prior.

Karlach would teach them how to live again. How to turn a sour situation into a memorable one. How to dance like nobody's watching, and to do so without embarrassment. This would most likely lead to them both dancing behind one of their companions (probably Astarion) as he tries to have a serious conversation with a passerby. It's quite distracting.

"Considering your murderous tendencies, I think I like you, soldier."

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I headcanon that Gale wears his hair in a bun during summertime, and it's making me blush 🤭

note: I've literally been drawing for like a month, maybe less so please be nice I know it's not that great I just wanted to bring the idea to life! I'd love some tips though:)

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halsin having 10 strength makes no sense to me. like wdym the 7ft tall elf with biceps bigger than my tav's head can't win an arm wrestle against her. she's like 5'4 babes, c'mon

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"It's always about you."

This is my first time writing literal smut, no plot at all, so apologies if it doesn't make sense !! Also, shout out to my bf for giving me the idea (if you know what I'm saying😏😏)He's so Gale coded<3

Everybody knows Gale is generous in bed, he even said so himself.

So imagine he's got you bent over across his lap, your face pressed against the floor or bed or wherever you two ended up after his uncontrollable desire to bring you to orgasm took hold.

He's got you moaning like a feline in heat as he pumps two fingers into you relentlessly, never faltering. You're soaked, the sounds of your desire filling the room along with your moans. You readjust to feel his fingers deeper and find yourself face to face (or maybe face to crotch?) with his manhood, which is rock hard underneath his trousers.

Fueled with lust, you slip your fingers underneath the hem of his pants in an attempt to return the wonderful favor he's granting you. Immediately, his fingers pull out of you and he tsks,

"No, my love. Tonight is about you. It's always about you." His voice is coarse, overwhelmed with desire.

His fingers find your entrance again, and he draws slow, teasing circles around it before finding himself knuckles deep in you again, his pace quickly speeding up. His other hand finds the plush of your ass and squeezes lightly.

Climax reaches you quickly, from both his fingers and his words. It was exactly what you needed, after the stressful week you've had. Somehow, he knew that.

After coming down from your high, you twist around so your head is resting on his lap, looking into his eyes. It was then, meeting his lust blown pupils that you knew you'd have his cock touching the back of your throat before you two went to bed, most definitely.

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ok but imagine attending Blackstaff Academy with young Gale and you're in the farthest part of the library, away from watchful eyes as you embarrassingly struggle to perfect a spell you've been working on for weeks and he stumbles upon you cursing to yourself with cheeks flushed from frustration and he's just like,

"Need help?"

and it startles you because you thought you were alone so now you look stupid trying to get this damn spell working and you meet his big brown eyes and his hair thats pulled back into a small bun, resting just above the nape of his neck and his chin is decorated with the smallest amount of patchy brown stubble and he looks so handsome with the slightest hint of amusement in his face and now not only have you embarrassed yourself but simultaneously you've developed a crush on the stupid wizard you've never met who just had to come to your aid.

imagine that.

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Gale x Named Tav (Fem)

Summary: As Feyre and her companions talk amongst themselves one night, she grows uncomfortable from the cold until the rizzard 😏 (Mr. Dekarios Himself) comes to her aid without needing to be asked

Warnings: Some kissing, nothing too crazy tbh

It was good, Feyre knew, to be bonding with each other. It meant that when the inevitable day comes that one of them is on the brink of death, the other are inclined to help, want to help. However, she couldn't help but want to bring the night to an end as the night grew later and the air got crisper.

This particular night, it was freezing. Not only were the temperatures quite chilly, but the wind made it seem much worse. The others had on extra layers, except for Karlach of course, who sat next to her, completely unaffected by the cold. Feyre, however, didn't have such luxury. She sat on her log shivering, her arms wrapped around herself. And she was quite miserable. It's not that she wasn't enjoying herself, but it was hard to keep good conversation when the only thing you could think about was warmth. The fire did help, but she could only get so close to it before she was in it. She slowly scooted herself closer to Karlach so that her left side would feel Karlachs warmth, hoping she wouldn't notice.

"Hey soldier, you cold?" Karlach did in fact notice.

"A little. Nothing I can't handle." Feyre admits, smiling cheesily.

Conversations continue and as they do, the night grows colder. The sun is finally down and the moon offers no warmth in its absence, of course. Feyre sits uncomfortably so, but still she remains, wanting to stay and socialize. She's mid conversation with Astarion, talking about her mother, when suddenly she feels this strange sensation travel up her body, starting at her toes. Not only is it strange, but it's also so very warm. Feyre stops talking immediately and glances around frantically, trying to see if anyone else is experiencing what she is. The others don't seem to be effected, and she ignores Astarion as he askes her if she's alright. Whatever it was, it didn't feel menacing. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Like a warm hug, or the sun beating down on skin after rain. As strange as the sudden change in temperature was, she didn't want it to stop, so she stopped looking for an answer.

That was until her eyes landed on Gale's, who had a quite a mischevious look plastered on his face. Curious. Her brows furrow as his own raise slightly and a smirk plays at his lips. She cocks her head ever so slightly and narrows her eyes at him, scanning him for any tell tale sign of his shenanigans. That's when her eyes found his hands, particularly his left one, which was glowing with an aura. The very same one as the one she was engulfed in.

As it dawns on her what's happening, her frown turns into a slow smile and she silently thanks him from across the campfire. He nods, then returns to his conversation with Wyll. He cast warmth on her not only because she needed it, but also because he knew it would earn her affection, and that's all he ever seemed to want these days.

Later that night, as the fire died down and most of the companions have turned in for the night, Feyre finds herself alone. Well, alone with Gale. He's still sitting in the same spot he was earlier, except this time Feyre has his full rapt attention, considering there is nobody else to talk to.

Feyre meets his eyes, "Thank you." She says quietly, still basking in the warmth that is his magic embrace.

"Oh, it's nothing. Couldn't have you uncomfortable under my watchful eyes." He teases, eyes shining.

"Have you always been able to do that?" She asks curiously.

"Yes." Gale nods.

"Well then why didn't you do it sooner?" Feyre teases, but also wanted to know.

"You never asked. I would've been more than happy to oblige if you weren't so stubborn to ask for help when you need it." Gale tsks, shaking his head.

As annoying as his words were, they were true. She didn't ask for help when she needed it. A bad habit that needed breaking.

"Well then." She says, standing from her spot and walking over to him, stopping when she her feet stood right between his own, standing in between his legs.

Feeling brave, she leans down so her lips are right by his ear, nearly grazing the soft skin there,

"Next time, I guess I'll ask." She whispers. Before pulling away, she nips at his lobe gently. A small groan escapes his lips and his hands immediately find her waist, gripping at the plush skin there. "Thank you, again."

"You could uhm..." He breaths nervously, "Thank me in other ways, you know."

Feyre's eyes widen at his bold words and she feels herself smirk before swinging her legs one by one over his lap on either side of his hips, knees rested on the log beneath him. It was a risky move, yes, but one he seemed to welcome almost instantaneously. His grip on her hips tightened and he let's out the quietest of moans, it would have gone unnoticed if it weren't for how close she was to him.

"I was only flirting, I don't want you to feel like you have to-" Gale starts, his cheeks bright red. Feyre quickly puts a finger to his lips and shakes her head,

"I take pride in how grateful I am for everything given to me. Let me show you." She says smoothly, leaning her head down and trailing small kisses on his neck, starting at his collarbone and making her way up to his jaw.

She was so slow, so gentle, it was driving Gale mad. He had to fight himself not to take her right then and there.

"Feyre, please-" He begged, his breath shakey. Begged for what? For her to stop? To keep going? He didn't know. All his thoughts were clouded at this point, completely consumed by her presence.

She pulled away from where her face was buried in his neck and met his brown eyes with her blue ones.

"Yes?" She batted her lashes teasingly.

That simple act was his breaking point. Before he could even think about what he was doing, his lips were on hers, taking the control that Feyre carried mere moments ago. She gasps slightly against his lips but doesn't pull away.

"You looked so beautiful tonight," He mumbles between kisses, "So tempting in that pretty tunic that hugs your breasts so perfectly."

"If you don't stop talking, I might take your clothes off, and I believe that's something that should wait for when we have more privacy." She breaks the kiss and meets his lustful eyes.

He stares at her for what feels like hours before finally speaking,

"Well then, I guess it's a good thing I have so much self-discipline." He says coyly and gives her one last peck before patting her thigh, a signal to get up. She listens, and immediately misses the feeling of him between her legs.

"I better get some sleep." Feyre mumbles awkwardly, suddenly feeling very shy.

"Of course. Try not to dream of me," He winks, "Oh and please, next time you find yourself particularly colder or hotter than you would like to be, let me know. I'll make sure to remedy whatever you need." He smiles gently.

Feyre can feel the blush on her cheeks and nods,

"Goodnight, Gale." She smiles.

"Goodnight."

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Gale x Named Tav

Summary: Gale cooks for everyone at camp while named Tav swoons over him from a distance

Warnings: None! Just fluff, some suggestive content

*for anyone wondering, yes her name was inspired by the Sarah J Maas series!

"You know," Astarions soft voice interrupts her thoughts as she breaks her gaze away from a certain someone and turns to him, "You could just go talk to him instead of staring. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Maybe he'd welcome it, even. But if he catches you staring, he might get the wrong impression of you, darling." Astarion explains, his words ever reasonable. He resumed his gaze to the stars above, which seemed to be very bright tonight. It was a beautiful nice, clear skies, crisp air, crickets singing.

Gale was in the middle of the clearing at camp, cooking dinner for all his companions. How kind, Feyre thought. She watched eagerly as his deft hands moved from the cast iron pan to the food he was preparing, skillfully preparing the pan for food and chopping vegetables while he waited. Her eyes widened slightly as his middle and ring finger found the insides of a tomato and scooped them out. It was impossible to not think of...other things those fingers could slide into. She turned away with a blush, embarrassed of her improper thoughts, and met Astarion's gaze once more,

"What would I even say? That him cooking for everyone is turning me on, and that he should keep going?" She mutters sarcastically, frustrated that Astarion was right, but also that she felt this way towards the wizard. With a tadpole in all their heads, impending doom wasn't exactly the most ideal situation to fall for someone in.

"I would say exactly that," He nods his head and then pauses, "But with a much more seductive and alluring tone, of course. Are you capable of such a thing?" Astarion teased, and it made Feyre want to shove him directly into the fire Gale was cooking over.

"Of course I can be sexy, I'm so sexy." Feyre retorts, but by the tone of her voice it's obvious she's lying to herself, not confident in the slightest.

"I don't know darling, you may have to prove that one..." He tuts, shaking his head. Feyre realizes the game he's playing with her and narrows her eyes

"Astarion." She whined, shaking her head disapprovingly at him. Competition was something Feyre had a hard time passing up, especially when it came to proving herself. As a paladin, she was ever faithful to her God, and always wanted to impress. But as a half elf, she felt like she had to defend herself against anyone who doubted her, with the intention of proving herself worthy, despite her mixed heritage. In the past, she had had problems with Elves shutting her out, regardless of her control in her heritage. She knew Astarion didn't intend for her to feel this way, but it made those feelings blossom nonetheless.

"Fine. You sit here, and watch me make that man blush. When I succeed, I get to tell you I told you so." Feyre proposed, emphasizing the when.

"Ah Ah Ah," Astarion tuts and wiggles his index finger in front of his face, "That's far too easy, I could make him blush, and he isn't particularly fond of me." He explains, his words true. "Make him blush, and give him a kiss." He proposes.

Feyre's jaw falls open slightly and she finds herself suddenly hot. "Like, on the lips?" She practically whispers, afraid of Astarions answer.

"I didn't say that. Your lips just have to meet his skin." He explains. It relieves Feyre somewhat, but her heart is still pounding out of her chest.

Feyre nods as she realizes what she agreed to and takes several deep controlled breaths. There is no reason that she should be feeling this way towards the man who had consumed magical items she could have used and is constantly mansplaining magic to her, but her feelings are present and intense. Gale was so alluring, so hard to resist. Simply being around him was enough to cloud her mind, sway her decisions. She had to know if any part of him felt the same.

"Wonderful." Astarion smirks, leaning back and resting himself on his elbows, prepared to watch.

Feyre nodded, more in reassurance of herself and slowly made her way towards Gale, her hands shaking. She turned to Shadowheart, who was already meeting her gaze with a curious look. Feyre smiled sheepishly and returned to her original plan.

She slowly approached him with her hands behind her back, fiddling with her fingers relentlessly. She stood there with Gale in silence as he cooked, him never looking up to acknowledge her.

"What are you cooking?" She finally spoke, loud enough for him to hear, but quiet enough to not startle him.

Gale's eyes shot up from the sizzling food in the pan and to Feyre. When they found her, his eyes noticeably softened. It's clear that her intentions to not startle him were futile.

"Oh gods, you startled me. I was miles away." He breathed, a light chuckle leaving his body, "Apologies. How can I help?" He smiled at her, and Feyre found herself staring into his eyes for a little too long.

"Right." She shook her head, snapping herself out of it. "I just...I don't know. Wanted to come talk to you." she rambled innocently, shrugging her small shoulders. "Everyone else is socializing, I figured you might want company."

"Well, your company is certainly welcomed. Here, sit." He smiles, quickly conjuring a eccentric chair for her to sit down. The simple act had Feyre swooning, feeling her knees weaken so much so that she took the seat. The chair was sturdy and comfortable, feeling nothing like magic at all. She silently praised him as she settled into her chair.

"Thank you." She smiles, blushing. From across the clearing, she meets Astarions gaze, and he smirks. Somehow, this encourages her on, and she suddenly feels a boost of confidence.

"What are you making?" Feyre asks curiously, scooting so she is sitting at the edge of the seat Gale conjured, peering into the pan.

"Ah, it's nothing. Just some vegetables stew. We didn't have any meat to add into it." Gale explains, shaking his head as if disappointed. "This is nothing compared to what I could prepare back in Waterdeep. I'm quite the cook." He says proudly, looking back to his depressing stew, "Well, when I have the proper ingredients, of course." He chuckles nervously.

"Maybe when this is all over," she tests the waters, searching for Gale's reaction. When his brows raise slightly, she knows he's intrigued and continues, "You could cook for me. Back in Waterdeep." An innocent smile forms on her lips. His eyebrows resume their neutral position and Feyre swears she can see the slightest blush on his cheeks and tips of his ears. He clears his throat and chuckles.

"I didn't think..." He places a nervous hand on the back of his neck and smiles sheepishly before continuing, "I didn't think you and me would still be in touch, after this is all over." He explains. Feyre's heart drops and she can feel herself frown slightly.

"Oh, " She pauses, "I thought we had become good friends. If I misunderstood that then-" She starts to ramble but is cut off by his soft voice,

"Oh no, it is a pleasant image, to be sure. Just unexpected." Gale reassures her. She sighs, relieved.

"I would very much like for you to come visit me from time to time whenever this is all over." Gale smiles softly, meeting her gaze. "Or perhaps, for a long time..." He tests the waters. Her eyes widen slightly, and they stay that way for a long, almost uncomfortable moment before he breaks the silence,

"Here," He says, grabbing a spoon and dipping it into the pot of soup, "Try. Tell me what it needs." He carefully approaches her mouth with the spoon of soup, one hand underneath so as to catch any drops.

Feyre feels more confident than she has since she sat down with him, and leans in to take the spoon in her mouth. She makes sure to stick her tongue out slightly so he can place the spoon rested on it, closing her mouth and swirling the soup and the spoon in her mouth in the most erotic way she knows how. Gale seemingly notices this as he watches her mouth and tongue work in tandem to taste the creation he made. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation or the tadpole, but in that moment Gale wanted to do more things to her than he had ever wanted to do to any mortal being in a very long time. He took a deep breath so as to calm himself as she pulled her head back, slipping the spoon out of her mouth.

"It's delicious, Gale. I can't think of anything that would make it better." She smiles, feigning innocence. She wasn't lying, either. It truly did taste very good. That only made her want him more, knowing he knew how to cook a meal. It wouldn't have, if Feyre could cook herself. But unfortunately, she spent most of her younger years keeping up with her oath, not cooking.

"Well," Feyre stands, feeling her nervousness return, "As much as I want to stay here and watch you cook, I think it's time I made my rounds, make sure everyone is happy." She explains, motioning towards the rest of their companions. Gale nods quickly, both eager for her to go so he can calm down and wishing she would stay.

She slowly walks closer to Gale so that her body is mere inches away from his, and places a hand on his chest hesitantly. When he doesn't move away, she decides to keep it there.

"Thank you, Gale. For cooking for everyone. Its very selfless, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate it." She explains. And it was true, she really was grateful for his cooking. But more than that, she just wanted to be close to him. Hesitantly, she leans her head closer to him and gives him a quick peck on the cheek. As she pulls away she can see the intense blush on his cheeks, and can feel her own.

"Make sure that you eat, too. We wanna keep these pretty muscles in perfect health, don't we?" Feyre states with a teasing tone, giving one of his biceps a light squeeze.

He chuckles nervously, "I hardly think the perils of our adventure would allow me to stay healthy."

"You talk too much." She rolls her eyes teasingly, and with that she steps away, and returns herself to Astarion. As she settles down next to him, she glances over at Gale who is now seemingly frozen in place, lost in thought and with a face as red as the tomato he gutted earlier.

The second she sits down, she puts her face in her hands to hide her embarrassment. Astarion chuckles,

"That was impressive darling." He says softly, "I truly didn't think you had it in you."

"I want him so bad Astarion." Feyre whined, ignoring his previous statement. "I swear if I hadn't stepped away I would've taken my clothes off right then and there." She admits, only half kidding.

"Now that is something I do not want to watch."