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Very occasionally I'll check my email for my other old Ao3 account and sometimes I'll recognize usernames who like my fics on that account from my new one and I wonder if they can see the similarities in my writing and know both authors are actually me

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One of my dnd characters, Iris (who I have made in BG3), happens to have a lot of parrallels with Gale, so I wanted to write something about them. Got this done during some spare time a bit ago and have decided to share it here.

Thanks for reading :3

Wild Magic

Word Count: 2,336

Ao3 Link: Wild Magic

Full moons are the nights where the veil between the Wilds and the mortal realm is at its thinnest. For those who pull their magic directly from the Feywild, full moons are when they're at their strongest, but for some, also when they're most volatile. Iris struggles to bear the pull of the Wilds. Gale is there to help.

Iris shifts uncomfortably and spares the rising moon in the clear night sky a nervous but steady glance. On nights like this, she can almost feel the marks moving on her skin, sprawling sporadically as they struggle to contain the magic while the veil between the Wilds and this world grows thin. Full moons are always like this, and Iris laughs to herself because she might as well be a werewolf at this point. 

She can feel her companions’ eyes on her. She knows that they must see the slight glow the marks on her face, neck, and arms give off; they must note how even the pink iris of her left eye contains the same light. 

She wonders if they are scared of her, her with her magic that is wild and unpredictable. 

She wouldn’t blame them if they were. 

Mercifully, they retire early tonight. Astarion insists he’s too tired to continue, but Iris knows that he’s lying for her sake. She’s too proud to admit when she’s struggling, but she also does a poor job at hiding it. Regardless, she throws a silent ‘thank you’ his way when they pass each other in the camp. She tries to ignore the obvious concern on his face. Concern is too close to pity, even though she knows that isn’t his intent. 

Iris doesn’t join the others for supper. She’s too exhausted. 

Her absence does not go unnoticed, of course. She can hear it in the slightly strained conversations they have around the campfire- never spoken of directly, but it sits in the air stagnant with a nervous tension bound to break eventually. All of them cast their eyes towards her tent, unsure of whether their presence would be welcome, and for some, wondering if it’s even safe to offer it. 

Gale is the only one to walk over to Iris’s tent once supper is finished and cleaned up. He stands near the entrance, hesitant but determined. 

“Iris? Would you care for some company?” His voice betrays no concern at being close to her, because he has none. Iris notes quickly that he’s been the only one who has not put a safe distance between them when she’s been particularly unstable. 

“I’m afraid I’m not going to be great company if you’re looking for conversation.” 

“So long as you don’t mind, I’m sure I can do enough talking for the both of us.” 

Iris smiles. 

“I wouldn’t mind at all,” she answers. 

Gale makes his way inside and sits across from Iris on the floor of blankets and pillows. It’s dark, save for the faint, pink glow that Iris herself gives off. Her eyes are closed, breathing steady, but controlled and methodical. It’s taking her a lot of effort to remain still. The tent itself seems a reflection of that same, barely controlled chaos. The blankets and pillows are colourful, unmatched. There are books strewn about and organised in a way that Gale is sure must make sense to Iris, but is lost to him. A silver bowl of small trinkets that Iris found particularly pretty or interesting sits beside her bedroll. She’s very much like a magpie, Gale thinks fondly. 

He turns his attention back to Iris, who has finally opened her eyes to look at him. Her left eye is brighter than earlier, the colour shifts from pink to purple and blue, then green, then back to pink. The marks- which he had thought were simply a collection of intricate tattoos when he first met her- are still moving. Her hair, usually brown and far darker, looks lighter. The pink strands (easily mistaken for grey hairs if one didn’t look close enough) have grown in number, and they too have taken on the same glow. 

“You scared?” Iris asks suddenly, and even though her voice is teasing, Gale can hear the barely concealed and, admittedly familiar, self-loathing in it. 

“Never,” Gale answers without hesitation. “Never with you.” And he means it. 

Iris hums. “Then for a wizard, you aren’t very smart.” She sounds resigned, but grateful all the same. 

“My confidence is not often misplaced. I’m sure I can handle myself, sorcerer.” 

Both of them are smiling now. Gale watches as Iris takes another steadying breath and closes her eyes again. She seems controlled, but he can see the slight shake of her hands which are clenched tightly into fists where they rest on her knees. 

“I was working on translating the book we found,” Gale begins speaking. It’s nothing of importance, just a simple journal they had found in an abandoned house. It was written in dwarvish, which was, of course, easy enough for Gale to work through quickly. 

“Oh? Find anything interesting?” She knows that he’s only talking to distract her from the rush of the Wilds that threaten to overtake her. He’s keeping her grounded, and she’s more than thankful. 

Gale continues to explain what he found in the pages of the tattered book. It truly was just a journal. It didn’t have any special knowledge to impart, only the gossip of the nearby town and the author’s thoughts on it. While it wasn’t anything important, it did provide quite the entertaining read. It was a dramatic novella in its own right. Gale notes that he wouldn’t be surprised if much of the stories inside were rife with dramatic embellishments, and Iris laughs when he suggests that perhaps they’ve merely stumbled upon someone’s (unjustly) rejected manuscript, given some of the notes in the margins. 

“Thank you,” Iris says quietly when silence falls between them again. “It’s easier to bear with someone else around.” 

“I am happy I could help then.” Gale studies the marks on her skin again. They have not slowed in their movements or dimmed, but Iris does seem to be calmed significantly. “Is it painful? If you don’t mind me asking, of course. I understand if you don’t wish to speak of it.” 

Iris is silent again for a moment. 

“It’s not painful, at least not exactly. It’s like… electricity beneath my skin. Like when your arm or your leg goes numb when you rest on it for too long. There’s a longing too, like I need to go back, or I need to bring it here. It kind of feels like treading water in the middle of high tide.” 

Gale nods. Though he can’t exactly understand, the discomforts of the orb are enough for him to sympathise. 

“And the marks?” 

“I swear I can feel them. It’s a familiar feeling- like an old friend, if that makes sense. They don’t cause any discomfort themselves though, if that’s what you meant. They feel a little cold or a little too warm sometimes, but that’s it.” Iris puts a hand to her cheek instinctively, feeling the marks there while she talks about them. 

Gale shifts closer to her and raises a hand slowly. 

“May I?” His hand stills while waiting for Iris to answer. 

“Go ahead,” she answers after some thought. No one has ever been this close when she’s like this, and the realisation of how willingly he’s here with her is dizzying in a pleasant way. 

Gale runs his fingers along the pink patterns that swim across her cheek and down her jaw. They’re cold to the touch, just as Iris said they would be, and inhumanely so. It’s strange, the cold does not spread to the rest of her face, it is contained only in the marks themselves. 

Iris can focus on nothing but the look on Gale’s face. There isn’t apprehension or fear, the expressions she’s grown accustomed to people regarding her with. It’s curious, yes, but also caring. He wants to know more about her because he cares. When Gale moves to hold a lock of her hair, examining the pink strands within it, she realises this is the closest anyone has been to her ever, even without the Wilds calling her. 

“Have you always had them?” Gale asks. “I will admit, I’m at quite a loss when it comes to the nature of sorcerers’ magic.” 

“Not always.” She doesn’t hold the same reservations she usually does when it comes to telling people how she fell into her powers, not with Gale. “I always had my magic though, at least to some extent. I think there’s a Fey branch somewhere in my mom’s family tree. The whole story is a little long.” Iris is ready to leave it there; not because she doesn’t want to, but because it’s not a conversation that normally interests people outside of giving them a reason they should tread just a little more carefully around her. 

“Well, I think we have more than enough time. Though don’t let me force your hand.” Gale has returned his hands to his lap, and Iris finds herself missing his touch far more than she thinks she ought to. 

“When I was a child, I managed to stumble into the Feywild. Of course, it was less of a stumble, and more that I was pulled into it, I’m sure. I spent a lot of my time there. Titania was quite fond of me, and she wasn’t keen on the idea of returning me home- though, neither was I at the time. I was just a kid, and the idea of playing all the time with no bedtime and getting whatever I wanted was incredibly appealing. I would say that she ‘taught’ me magic, but it was more of her giving it to me and then having to teach myself so I could actually manage it. I had to be good at it too if I wanted to remain in her favour. Fey blood or not, I’m still human, which meant my acceptance in the court was very much conditional. So long as I entertained her, I could stay.” 

Gale looks genuinely interested. He believes her too, which is not something that Iris is used to. Most people think she’s a liar the moment she mentions the Seelie Queen. Gale only seems surprised that the two are on a first name basis. 

“I was there for ten years- well… it felt like ten years to me. One day it was like I suddenly woke up, and I wanted to leave- she wasn’t happy with that idea. She tried to keep me there. I didn’t know what I was doing, I just knew I wanted out.” Iris pauses for a moment, trying to think. “Now, the best way I can explain Wild magic is that it bends to the will of the caster. Your desires shape it, and it takes the form that you will it to. I can only assume that it’s similar to working the Weave, in a sense, but it’s more… I don’t know. It’s less of an academic kind of thing, and more instinct. It’s a feeling.” Iris almost expects Gale to object to her explanation somehow, but instead he only nods in understanding. “You open yourself to the Wilds, and you have to shape the magic that comes out. That’s why there are the surges, because it’s hard to just start and stop the magic- and it’s more difficult when you’re upset. When I tried to leave, understandably, I was very upset. I was scared, I was angry, I was desperate. I knew it was going to take a lot to get me home. So I opened myself up to the deepest wells of magic that the Feywild has to offer. I knew it was the kind of magic that the Seelie Queen used, and I thought I could do it too. It worked, but it was too much for me, and it never really left.” Iris gestures to the marks on her face. She takes a few deep breaths before she continues. Gale is patient with her. 

“My parents were happy to see me, relieved to finally have their daughter back… but they were old. Very old. It felt like ten years to me, but it was nearly forty here. I didn’t have very long with them once I was home.” 

“I’m sorry.” Gale’s hand reaches out and Iris holds it, thankful for the regained contact. 

“It’s alright. I got to see them again, at least.” 

The buzzing beneath her skin has faded considerably. It’s easier to focus now, and every moment isn’t spent suppressing the urge to give in to the Wilds. The glow still remains, but it has dimmed a little. Gale must notice too, because he smiles slightly. 

“Thank you for staying.” Iris pauses. “And for listening,” she adds. 

“You’re very welcome. I would be happy to talk like this again, full moon or not.” 

Then, Iris surprises both of them by moving forward and hugging him. Then Gale surprises her by returning the embrace. He holds her with just as much feeling, uncaring about how dangerous she has the potential to be. In the grand scheme of things, he could be dangerous too, maybe even in a similar way. 

They fit together well. Two people who hold remnants of the very magic that threatens them inside themselves. One who went to every length to keep the approval of the one who gave him magic, and the other who gave up everything just so she could escape them. Both of them reached for magic incomprehensible to them. Both of them held it in the palm of their hands. Both of them were punished for it. 

Iris is the first to pull back. 

“You should go get some sleep. I’ll be fine now, it’s calmed down a lot,” she says. Gale looks like he’s about to object, but is cut off by a yawn that overtakes him instead. 

“If you’re certain,” he says after. “I hope you are able to get some rest as well. Goodnight, Iris.” 

“Goodnight, Gale,” Iris answers, smiling. 

The pull of the Wilds is practically a whisper. It’s the first somewhat peaceful sleep Iris has gotten during a full moon that she can remember. 

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I'm thinking about a BG3 Modern University AU fic

I've been throwing this idea around inside my head for a while now (I know this has been done before), and I'm still not sure about plot but here's where I'm at for characters and their positions/what they teach (Tav will not be a student but I can't think of something for them yet). These are based on vibes (and perhaps my personal biases on the different faculties/subjects), but what do people think? This is not an exhaustive list at the moment, just what I've thought about:

ASTARION: Professor - Law

DAMMON: Professor - Engineering

GALE: Professor/Dean - English

GORTASH: Professor - Business

HALSIN: Professor - Geology

JAHEIRA: President of University

KARLACH: Professor - Kinesiology

KETHERIC: Professor/Dean - Medicine

LAE'ZEL: Professor - Biology

LORROKAN: Professor/Dean - Physics

MINSC: Professor - History

MINTHARA: Professor - Anthropology

ORIN: Professor - Visual Arts

ROLAN: Professor/Associate Dean - Linguistics

SHADOWHEART: - Professor - Film

TAV: ?

WYLL: Professor/Dean - Classical Studies

ZEVLOR: Professor/Dean - Philosophy

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Every time I check on this poll Halsin and Wyll are tied again, if they tie I'll suppose I'll just write two versions :]

I'm working on another self indulgent nightmare/insomnia comfort fic but since I already did something like that for Gale I wanted to open it up to a poll for who the fic is about (options limited to the characters I have ideas for rn)

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The thought that there is a non-zero chance that someone at my university has read my fics haunts me every time I'm on campus

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I'm working on another self indulgent nightmare/insomnia comfort fic but since I already did something like that for Gale I wanted to open it up to a poll for who the fic is about (options limited to the characters I have ideas for rn)

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Ok- sorry I’ve never done this before. But I was wondering if you could do a Gale fic/ oneshot where tav/reader somehow finds a way to like remove his orb but instead of getting rid of it all together it goes to them? Like now they have the orb in their chest and they have like all the pain and the possibility of going boom? If not that’s completely fine- I just had that idea and I felt you’d be amazing for it! I hope you have an amazing day!<3

OKAY! I know I've been gone for like five months, but I finally got motivated again! (Those new patches have thrown me right back into my hyperfixation) I know this is so very very late, but I hope you enjoy! I really liked this idea, and it honestly might end of a part of a multi-chapter thing if I get around to it. This is set before the events of the game.

(p.s. it's 3 am and I haven't really read through this, so I'm sorry if there are some mistakes that I won't catch till I've slept)

What's Yours is Mine | Gale x Reader

After months of research, you finally find a way to get rid of the volatile orb in Gale's chest. Of course, things don't work out exactly the way you intend them to.

Pairing: Gale/Reader

Tags: hurt/comfort, angst, brief allusion to suicide(kinda?)

Ao3 Link: Baldur's Gate 3 Requests

Word Count: 1249

You know it isn’t going to be easy. It’s taken months of research, and even now as you look through the large practically ancient book, you aren’t entirely sure that this is going to work. Gale is sceptical too, he doesn’t want to get his hopes up. He also knows that when it comes to old magic like this, there is always the chance of something going wrong. It wasn’t like this was simple magic either. The nature of his condition is complicated and volatile, and this could easily cause problems.  

Gale sits in the centre of the chalk circle while you finish drawing the runes around it. 

“Are you sure about this, my love?” 

You’ve been talking in circles like this for the past twenty minutes while you’ve been preparing for the actual ritual. 

“Yes, Gale. We’re so close to a solution now.” You draw the final line of a rune and walk over to kneel in front of him. “I’m sure. If there’s a chance to help you, I want to take it.” You kiss his forehead and he gives you a small smile. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” 

“I’m sure,” he answers, and kisses you quickly before you stand again. 

With the circle of runes finished, you move to grab the book. The page you need is bookmarked, and you flip to it to study the words on the page once more. Between the lines are notes and annotations in both Gale’s and your own writing. You added reminders on how to pronounce some of the words, and Gale had marked the translation. You look at Gale once more, and he gives you a reassuring nod. 

You start reciting the lines from the book. Immediately, you can feel the air begin to buzz with magic. Three lines in, and you can taste copper, which is a common side-effect when it comes to older magic like this so it’s not too concerning yet. What is a little worrying, is the sheer amount of power you can feel moving through your body while you speak, and the slight purple glow that is spreading across your arms and steadily growing brighter. You chance a glance at Gale and notice that he too seems to be feeling the same effects. There’s a growing apprehension in both of you as you continue to speak the words on the page. By the time you reach the final line, the feeling is almost unbearable. It’s like the pressure in the room has increased tenfold, like a weight has been dropped on your shoulders and bears down on your lungs.

Once you utter the final word, everything seems to slow for a moment. 

Then you feel it. 

A horrible pain wracks through your body. You let out a scream. It feels like something is tearing open your chest- or is it clawing its way in? You can’t tell; you can’t think. Your vision is dark, and you aren’t sure if it’s because you’ve blacked out or because pain has forced your eyes shut. Everything feels cold, far, far too cold, but also so terribly hot. 

Finally, the pain lessens enough that you can take a full breath, though it is interrupted by a sputtering cough. When you eventually open your eyes again, you realise that at some point you must have fallen to the floor. You can feel Gale’s arms around you, he is shaking. 

“Did it work?” You ask, despite how much it hurts to speak. The burning feeling in your chest hasn’t entirely left yet. 

“That doesn’t matter. Are you okay?” 

You try to sit up and wince with the effort. Gods, your chest hurts. 

“I’ll be alright. Gale, did it work?” You ask again, looking for the tell-tale mark on his chest and neck. You find the scar still, skin sunken in some parts and raised in others, but it is no longer the usual, shimmering purple. Now, it just looks like a normal (save for the shape) scar. You smile, because at least the spell did its job. Then you see a look of horror cross Gale’s face. 

“No, gods no,” he whispers, tentatively brushing his fingers along your collarbone. You hiss in pain. It feels like he’s brushed his hands across a fresh burn. 

You bring your own hand up to feel the centre of your chest, and your stomach drops. You know the shape, having memorised it from the number of times you ran your hands across Gale’s scar. This spell worked, but not in the way it should have. 

“We have to do it again,” Gale stands, pushing a still shaky hand through his messy hair. He stares at the special candles that have already burnt far too low to make it through the ritual a second time, and lets himself believe that they will be enough. “I am not going to let you carry my burden like this. Get in the circle and I can start the ritual again.”

“You know that won’t work. The candles are out, and all the herbs and incense are burnt, not to mention the crystals. It will take ages to find those again.” You don’t blame him for this, no matter how much he might blame himself and how much he might want you to blame him. “I’ll be fine, Gale. You managed it for so long, and now it’s my turn. We’ll figure it out.” A part of you remembers what Gale said of his power and how the orb drained it, but you quickly silence those thoughts before you can worry too much about your own magic. 

“No. This wretched thing is the consequence of my mistake. I will not let you suffer through it. I can’t.” He’s kneeling in front of you again, cradling your face in his hands. “What if it becomes unstable? I can’t-” Gale tries and fails to keep his voice steady. “That cannot happen to you.” 

“And it would be better if it were to happen to you? It is fine for you to die with it?” You return, perhaps too harshly, but surely now he might understand how it felt to hear him say such things when it was him with the magic bomb in his chest. 

“I’m sorry,” is all he answers after a few moments of silence. You aren’t sure what exactly he’s apologising for, but you wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his shoulder. 

“We’ll figure this out. We always do. I promise.” The pain still hasn’t subsided completely. You can’t imagine how Gale has managed to grit his teeth and bear it on his worst days if this is how the orb feels when it is, more or less, stable. You feel him press a kiss to the crown of your head. “It’s like we always say, remember? What’s yours is mine.” The phrase was common between you two. It was one of the first things Gale had said when you moved into the tower with him. ‘What’s mine is yours,’ he had said with a grand sweeping gesture. Since then it has been used whenever either of you had to borrow something from the other, anything from books to warm wool sweaters you had no intention of returning anytime soon. It seems strange to say it now, but you hope it gets your point across regardless; by the slight shake of Gale’s chest as he laughs softly, you figure it has. 

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Hello all, happy new years and the many other holidays that have passed!! Sorry for such a long hiatus, it was not exactly planned I just hit a huge slump with writing because i was burned out really bad from my finals. I've mostly recovered now and hope to have more writing out and finished soon!! and I'm sorry for some requests that were sent in so long ago that haven't been done yet, just know that I haven't forgotten about them!! Anyway, hope you are all well, and hopefully I'll have some stuff for you very soon!

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Please knock 🙏

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people you'd like to know better tag

thank you @galesleftearring for tagging me ! I've been busy with finals but this is a nice little break from that for now

three ships:

Bloodweave (Astarion/Gale) is the one I think about most right now

i've been playing a lot of overwatch and as a result i've been thinking about Hanzo/Cassidy a lot again

I feel like I'm obligated to mention the ship that is the main reason I started posting my writing which is Reed900 (Gavin Reed/RK900)

last film:

I think the last was either when I rewatched Dungeons & Dragons: Honour Among Thieves or when I rewatched Barbie for an essay I was writing

currently watching:

I just finished Scott Pilgrim Takes Off, started rewatching I Think You Should Leave, and The Iron Giant

currently consuming:

A Tim Horton's iced coffee

currently craving:

the fresh rolls and peanut sauce i made last night that are sitting in the fridge at home

tagging @wherethemagichappens and @miradelletarot and whoever else would like to participate (no pressure to those I tagged to do this either of course)

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Did you get a request? It's kissing their face headcanons for Dammon, Gale, Wyll, and Astarion with gn s/o. Thanks!

indeed i did! and i'm quite excited to write it once I can! thank you for sending it in :}

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Can we request four characters for headcanons? Would you write for Dammon? Thanks!

Yes, four is an alright number for headcanons, and yes I would love to try and write for Dammon!

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I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!! My Kissing their Face | Headcanons for Halsin, Zevlor, and Rolan request is so good! I love this especially Halsin loves it when they do it, he loves to hold them in his arms when they kiss him, they will smile after he starts laughing, he would do his best to return the favour, just how relaxing it is when they kiss him at the end of the day 🥰, how flustered Zevlor would be, he decides quickly that he likes it although he's not used to it, he would slowly loses his doubts the longer they kiss him, it's a good distraction for him, they know when he's thinking about how it could have been different, they reassure with kisses & words, he replied he knows before kissing them while holding their hands 🥺, Rolan would complain loudly but place his hands on their hips XD, they're not going to tell him about his tail wagging like I would XD, it's quite obvious that he likes it despite how he tries to hide it, that's how they get his attention when he didn't realise how much time has passed from doing something, they would call him first before sitting on his lap & setting his book aside with a bookmark, he would try to protest but it doesn't last long, his tail would curl around them when they kiss him on the lips, and they gently brush his hair behind his ear as they ask him to come to bed! Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much especially Rolan :) Can I request now? Only if you don't mind of course!

THANK YOU!! I'm so happy to hear you liked it!! of course feel free to send in another request if you have one! just know that it might be a while before i can get to it as i have a fair number of others in my inbox that i want to get through as well :}

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Bless you for writing for Gale <3 I will never understand all the hate he gets :')

thank you! i'm really glad you enjoy what i've written <3 i don't understand it either (i mean of course i have some thoughts on why,, but to each their own)

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Can I request kissing their face headcanons for Halsin, Rolan, and Zevlor with gn s/o?

Thank you for this request! I might actually turn the Rolan one into a longer fic because I love him a lot and I got a little carried away in the first draft of this,, hope you enjoy!!

Kissing their Face | Headcanons for Halsin, Zevlor, and Rolan

word count: 638

Halsin:

Oh this man loves it when you shower him in affection like this. 

Loves holding you up in his arms (it doesn’t matter if you’re shorter than him or not) while you kiss him. 

He’s smiling so big the whole time, and then he starts laughing, a lovely and infectious laugh. Then you’re smiling more and more with each kiss across his face. 

Will absolutely try and return these affections, doing his best to convey how much he loves you in each kiss. 

His favourite times you do this is at the end of a long day. 

The camp is quiet, everyone has turned in for the night, except for you and Halsin. You still sit by the fire, the comforting warmth against your back, when he pulls you into his lap. Just to hold you, to know that you are still safe; it’s become a common occurrence these past few nights. You press soft kisses to his face, along his cheeks and across his jaw, over the scars above his eye. When you finally kiss his lips, you’re both smiling into the kiss. He rests his forehead against yours, his arms tightening around you slightly. “Thank you, my heart,” he whispers. 

Zevlor:

This man turns into a blushing mess. Gets really flustered and quiet.

Isn’t used to affection like this, but he quickly decides that he very much enjoys it. 

He doesn’t think he exactly deserves it, but the longer you kiss him, along his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, he might just have to believe you. 

It’s a good way to distract him from his own mind which can get the better of him some nights. 

You know the look on Zevlor's face well, his brows furrowed while his mouth settles into a frown. He’s thinking of how things could have gone differently, of how he could have been better, about things from the past that he couldn’t change. You walk over to where he sits at the table and take his face between your palms. He smiles when he looks at you, but you see the way it doesn’t reach his eyes. You kiss his forehead, then move to his cheeks, then across his nose and his jaw, then back to his cheeks. “It’s in the past,” you whisper to him. He puts his hands over yours and holds them there. “I know,” he answers, before kissing you. 

Rolan:

Anyone would think Rolan doesn’t like it because of how much and how loudly he complains about it, but his hands will always immediately find their place on your hips. 

Not to mention the way his tail is practically wagging behind him (something you adore and he hasn’t noticed he does yet, and you are absolutely not going to tell him)

Tries to act like it doesn’t bother him at all, but you can both see and feel the way his face flushes.

It’s the easiest way to get his attention when he’s too busy with something to realise how much time has passed. 

You find Rolan on the balcony, reading through yet another book with a cup of wine still untouched on the table beside him. The sun set hours ago. When he doesn’t hear you call for him from the door, you make your way over to him and settle into his lap, carefully taking the book from his hands and setting it beside the wine after slipping a bookmark between the pages. He complains immediately, but every word and protest dies quickly on his tongue when you begin to kiss every inch of his face. His tail curls loosely around you when you finally kiss his lips. There is no evidence of his earlier annoyance when you lean back and brush a strand of hair behind his ear. “It’s late. Come to bed?”

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just found your blog yesterday and AAAAAA do i enjoy your writing oh my GOD i think i read all gale fics in one sitting and you best believe that i'm in the first lines waiting for more

ahhh!! thank you so much!! i'm always so happy to hear people are enjoying my writing and also happy to continue providing lots more Gale content <3

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Pssstt for those who didn't notice the ao3 update, Reverence is getting a part 3 :)