#Gale bg3 x reader

[avocado-writing]

good boy

notes: my mate M put this idea in my head. this is her fault. pairing: gale x f!reader (sub!gale, dom!reader; praise kink; mummy kink)

rating: E

Gale has been dealt an unnecessarily unfair hand in the card game of life, you think. 

Having a tumultuous relationship with a goddess is one thing, getting a bloody magic bomb sealed into your chest is quite another. And all on top of being infected with that damned tadpole?

Well. Those sorts of things can really grind a man’s self esteem down. 

You can see that he tries to paint over it with his erudite speech, using fifteen words where he could use one to trick his listener into believing he holds a sense of grandeur about himself—but you know how to look for the subtler signs. The way he casts his eyes down whenever you give him a fond word, flinching ever so slightly when someone reaches out to touch him in kindness. 

Deep down, the man does not believe he deserves to be treated well. 

You are trying to correct that in every way you know how. 

“That’s it… aren’t you gorgeous, Gale? Such a good boy for me…”

“Unf… I…”

You can tell he’s trying to think of something clever or witty to say. From where you ride him, you press a finger down onto his lips to corral him to silence. It works, and as his mouth slips open you let your thumb slide against his tongue so he can suck it. 

Gods he is gorgeous. Chestnut, silver-streaked hair fanned out like a halo against the velvet of his pillows, a soft sheen of sweat dripping down him to give away the rigour you’ve been putting his body through. You made a point to apply your reddest lipstick so you could leave a trail of your adoration on him. Marks are pressed along his jawbone, down his neck, across his collarbone and chest; he is a masterpiece of debauchery. 

“You’re so beautiful like this, Gale. So beautiful all the time, dancing across the battlefield while you weave your magic… such clever hands, darling, so lovely…”

Those hands are currently settled on your hips, holding you tightly as you fuck him. With each word of praise you feel his cock twitch inside you. It’s nice to know what you can do to him, how wild you can drive him. As wild as he drives you. 

A grind down of your pelvis, pressing your clit into the rough hair at the base of him and grinning as he moans. 

“Tell me you’re my good boy, Gale. I want to hear it from your pretty mouth.”

What happens next is in a tumble of words, so fast you don’t properly catch it for a moment. 

“I’m—fuck—I’m your good boy, mummy!”

He freezes. You pause in your riding. His eyes snap open from where they were squeezed shut in rapture. The flush of pink across his skin is now no longer from lust, but shame, and he realises he has made a mistake in voicing that out loud. 

“Gods. My deepest apologies, I never… didn’t mean to… we should have discussed this first, beforehand, I’m utterly horrified that… I’m sorry—!”

You reach down and silence his panic with a long, tender kiss, rolling your tongue across his. When you pull back, he’s returned to looking blissed-out rather than concerned. 

“‘Mummy’, is it?” you ask, mouth ticking upwards into a rather pleased smirk. “Well, darling boy. Mummy is very glad you know how good you are. How handsome and clever and wonderful.”

“Oh…” he whimpers, actually whimpers, and you know he won’t last long like this. You go back to riding him in earnest, fucking him until all he can do is gasp, and press one of your hands down across that mark on his chest, obscuring it beneath your touch. 

He is not Mystra’s. He is yours. 

“Come for mummy, you beautiful boy.”

Gale comes so hard you’re worried that he passes out for a second. His hips stutter beneath yours as hot jets fill you up, bringing you over the edge with him, the cocktail of the two of you leaking back down his length obscenely. 

He falls back and tries to catch his breath as you slowly pull off of him, grabbing the wet cloth you brought bedside earlier and gently wiping him down. The coolness makes him sigh in delight and he nuzzles into your touch, gulping down water gratefully when you bring a cup to his lips. 

“Are you alright, my love?” you ask gently, the rougher edge of your voice gone, giving away to something soft and caring. He nods and meets your eyes with his warm, adoring gaze. 

“Yes, my heart. Better than ever. And… I really didn’t mean to… I know we were swept up in the moment but if you’re not comfortable with it then you absolutely never have to…”

Another kiss. Less dominant, more reassuring. He hums delightedly into this one. 

“Whatever you need me to give you, my love,” you tell him. He melts into your arms, safe and loved. 

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[grievedeeply]

I really love your first kiss hcs with dammon and rolan request! Can I request first kiss hcs with Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, and Zevlor?

sorry these are short! i didn't want to be too repetitive with them but i hope you enjoy anyways and thanks for the request! (and sorry this took forever to do lol)

gn!reader/tav | no tws

first kiss hcs with astarion, gale, wyll, halsin and zevlor

astarion

kisses aren't a big deal for him most of the time. he doesn't think of them as anything more than something you do with someone else. he'd done it plenty of times.. but not with someone like you

he really feels something for you, something real and genuine. he'd be lying if he said it didn't scare him, but it's just the truth

he wants his first kiss with you to be meaningful

it's not going to be in some sort of grand setting. it's probably in the middle of the woods somewhere and completely unplanned, too

but that's the beauty of it. a kiss so in the moment it comes naturally to the two of you. it's soft and gentle and warm.. things astarion isn't used to in kisses

he's used to fervor— intense moments that aren't exactly intimate. but this.. this is something special and it's beautiful. he doesn't ever want it to end, but it does, eventually.

but that's alright, because he'll start it all over again

gale

kisses have always been something intimate in his eyes, and he doesn't give them away lightly

he has to feel really genuine about someone for him to even think about wanting to kiss them, and he feels that way towards you rather quickly

you're kind and understanding, helpful and compassionate. all amazing qualities and when added to your incredible personality.. you are someone he sees himself having something real with

he'll take you on a date first. it's nothing fancy but it is special to both of you. it's probably a picnic under the stars.. somewhere where it can be just the two of you alone

he'll caress your face and stare into your eyes before he kisses you, making it very clear on what he wants before actually doing it

it's a sweet kiss, short but filled with everything he wants to say. he doesn't make a big deal about it in front of you, but he does have a giddy smile on his lips for the rest of the night

wyll

similarly to gale, he believes kisses are something special— something intimate

he wants his first kiss with you to be perfect. he'll probably have the entire day planned out. a nice dinner or a picnic or something similar, and spending the evening under the stars

in truth, your first kiss with him is far from planned and happened solely because it felt right

even if he wants it to be perfect, he's probably the one initiating it. he just saw you and couldn't resist

while it's not the scenario he pictured in his mind, he doesn't care. any moment shared with you is perfect and one he wants to enjoy for all it is

it's not what he envisioned, but it's perfect because he shared it with you

halsin

also wants his first kiss to be perfect in some aspects, but he's more focused on the special part of it than anything else

he's with you. does the moment feel right? does it look like you're into whatever situation you might be in with him?

he's definitely going to whisper, "can i kiss you?" while looking hopelessly into your eyes like a man so deeply in love the only thing he can think of is you

the kiss is lovely and everything he wanted it to be because it was with you. you could be completely inexperienced and he wouldn't care, or the opposite, solely because it was with you

halsin is very sweet and very open about his feelings on things, so he'll be letting you know how nice the kiss was

i think he's probably had a few first kisses with other people in the past, but none of them even come close to the moment he shares with you

zevlor

zevlor has to get over his anxieties first to be able to accept how much he wants to kiss you

assuming that he's older than you, he has to talk himself out of not liking you because of his age, even if you make it very clear that you like him in that way

when he finally jumps over that hurdle, kissing you is all he can think about whenever he's around you until the exact moment it happens

definitely very impromptu. wasn't planned at all and he completely kissed you on impulse because it felt right and because he would back out later on

it's special to him and means a lot when you don't pull away. the man is so anxious.....

he thinks about it a lot. it might not have been the ideal place but it was perfect because the kiss makes him realize just how much you like him

it makes him feel good, honestly <3

[simp-ly-writes]

I can see Gale Dekarios sending a projected version of himself in order to keep you company (while also keeping a watchful eye) as you navigate around the house, go into town, or come with if you are still adventuring. Of course the actual man himself would appear behind you when you least expected it. Usually when you are focused on another task or are in mid-conversation with his other self before giving you a shock and then a more than few teasing words exchanged. No matter how many times it happened the same outcome always applied as you hit his arm lightly and smile in reply, falling for this favourite prank of his and the man himself more each day.

[beneathstarryskies]

Word Count: 815

Gale x GN!Reader

Warnings: suggestive content, but nothing explicit, fluff, does Mystra being mentioned need a warning label??, not necessarily meant to be read as Gale x Tav but can be if you want

Summary: You and Gale bask in the morning sun following a night of sweet wine and even sweet love making. (Is that corny? Yes. Do I care? No.)

The early morning sun streamed through the windows, illuminating every freckle on his skin in gold. The greying streaks in his otherwise dark hair glitter as they splay across his face. One arm is lazily draped around your shoulders, holding you against his chest while the other rests on his stomach. He’s snoring softly even though he has insisted dozens of times that gentlemen don’t snore, thank you very much. 

Your mind plays back memories of the night before, and you can’t stop the smile that tugs on your lips. The two of you had started out curled up on his favorite chair. You were curled up on his lap, the two of you sipping wine while Gale read to you. He loved reading to you, even more so when you asked questions. He loves to teach, as his eyes lit up while explaining grand theories of magic that were foreign to you yet comfortable as they fell from his lips, you could imagine him captivating his students. That is until you’d gotten bored…Rather the wine had gotten the better of you. It settled warmly on your stomach, making you crave his touch even more than usual. 

He had been showing you an ancient tome he’d collected when you began leaving kisses on his jawline. 

“Am I boring you?” he’d asked, a little insecure but also teasing you for how quickly you’d been distracted. 

“You could never bore me,” you’d responded. 

Your soft cheek and jaw kisses had soon trailed behind his ear, kissing that sensitive spot that makes him shiver. His arm had tightened around you in a silent invitation to continue. You rubbed his thigh and bravely made your way to his crotch. 

Gale had been heavily involved in the tome, but who was he to leave his darling wanting? The wine had made him sweet, but it had also made him confident. He was always attentive to your needs, but he also was meticulous. Every touch was carefully planned in his sharp mind, but anything new was met with a bit of hesitance for fear of displeasing you. 

‘Had he displeased Mystra intimately?’ you had often wondered but never were brave enough to ask until the safety offered by wine had hummed in your veins. He’d paused his pursuit of your red stained lips to look into your eyes as he pondered the question carefully. He stroked your cheek gently. 

“Do I displease you?” had been his response. 

To hear the answer was a quick and confident ‘no’ made his heart soar. Mystra was long forgotten as his lips met yours. He kissed you with passion and fervor he had held back before. 

‘Who had been the one to move things to the floor?’  You tried to recall, but then your thoughts are cut off by Gale groaning. He stretches and then winces. 

“By the hells, who decided to sleep on the floor?” he scoffs. 

“I was just wondering that,” you chuckle softly and sit up, leaving the blanket draped over him as you search for his shirt to requisition as your own for the morning. “I’m blaming the wine.” 

“I’m blaming you and your mischievous hands,” Gale retorts. In the same breath, he’s gathering your hands in his own to place small kisses on them. “It was a wonderful night though, was it not?” 

There it was again, his need for praise. To confirm you’d enjoyed every moment of your union as much as he had or, by the high expectations he placed upon himself, even more. 

“It was magical,” you wink playfully and kiss him. 

He looks around the room at the scatter clothing and empty glasses. The wine bottle was tipped over on the table, the remnants having dripped onto the floor while the two of you basked in one another. His eyes fall on you. He watches you slip into his shirt and pull it gently down your body. The simplicity of seeing you like this, wrapped in his clothing with your hair ruffled and your sleepy smile, makes his heart soar so much it almost aches from holding all of the love he feels for you. 

“Will you marry me?” the words fall from his lips before he even realizes what he’s said, but he knows he means them more than any words he’s ever spoken. He wants this, he wants you…Forever. 

“What?” your eyes widen as you giggle. “Right now? It’s a little early to wake your mother, but I could assume we have her blessing.” 

Gale chuckles before sitting beside you, his arms wrap around your body to pull you onto his lap. “I mean it.” 

“Gale, are you sure?” 

“I am positively certain,” he whispers and presses soft kisses along your cheek. “I have never felt so sure of anything.” 

“Then yes,” you lean back against his chest. “I would love to marry you.” 

[asylummint]

The Baldurs gate 3 request about a Shy S/O got me think on how would the main crew react!

Please enjoy and remember requests are open!!

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Gale:

Gale is naturally charismatic and outgoing, but he's also empathetic and understanding. With a shy partner, he would approach them with gentle encouragement, helping them feel comfortable and safe in his presence.

Gale understands that everyone has their own pace when it comes to opening up, and he respects that. He would patiently listen to his shy partner, never rushing or pressuring them to speak up before they're ready.

Gale would go out of his way to create safe and nurturing environments for his shy partner. Whether it's finding quiet corners to talk or arranging low-key activities, he wants his partner to feel at ease and able to express themselves freely.

Gale recognizes the importance of trust in any relationship. He would take the time to build a strong foundation of trust with his shy partner, showing them through his actions that he is someone they can rely on and confide in.

While he's supportive and understanding, Gale also believes in the importance of personal growth. He would gently encourage his shy partner to step out of their comfort zone when they're ready, offering reassurance and guidance along the way.

Gale understands that progress comes in small steps, and he would celebrate every achievement, no matter how small, with his shy partner. From speaking up in group settings to trying new things, he would be their biggest cheerleader.

Gale is an excellent listener and communicator. He would validate his shy partner's feelings and experiences, making them feel heard and understood without judgment.

Above all, Gale's love and support for his shy partner would be unwavering. He would stand by them through thick and thin, offering a shoulder to lean on and a hand to hold whenever they need it.

Karlach:

Karlach understands the power of silence just as much as she understands the power of words, with a shy partner she would make sure to create moments of comfortable silence, where they could just be together without the pressure of needing to speak.

Karlach understands comfort zones, she wouldn't want to push her partner out of theirs, instead she would guide them on a journey of self-exploration. She would encourage them to find their strengths at their own pace. she'll be in your corner the whole way.

Karlach is very observant, after all her time in Avernus she needs to be, but she would respect her partners boundaries and personal space. she will constantly make sure her partner is comfortable in a situation. she would constantly be adjusting her actions to ensure her partner's comfort.

Karlach is very much a PDA kind of person she wants to show you off, but she doesn't want to startle you.

Karlach very much believes that true strength is in vulnerability. she shares her fears and insecurities with her partner. she wants to create a safe space for them to be able to open up and share their own struggles without the fear of judgement.

While she will always be there to support her partner, Karlach will also encourage them to cultivate their independence and self-reliance. she believes in their abilities and encourages them to pursue their passions and interests even if it means stepping out of their comfort zone.

Karlach exudes a quiet confidence that would put her partner at ease. she doesn't need to fill every single moment with words or actions, her presence alone is enough to make her partner feel valued and appreciated.

Above all, Karlach is a steadfast and very strong source of support for her shy partner. shed stand with them through thick and thin, offering strength and guidance and encouragement as they navigate the challenges of life together.

Astarion:

Astarions natural charm and wit serve as a disarming presence for his shy partner. He uses humor and lighthearted banter to ease any tension or discomfort, creating a playful and relaxed atmosphere where they can feel the most at ease.

Instead of pushing his shy partner to open up, Astarion would subtly guide them with gentle encouragement and understanding. After Cazador, He understands the need for boundaries and need for space. He would offer support from a distance until they're ready to take the next step.

Astarion slowly learned the value of trust and intimacy in a relationship, he would slowly share his own vulnerabilities and secrets with his partner. He wants to create a bond of mutual trust and understanding to make sure his partner is completely comfortable with him.

Since being freed from Cazador, Astarion gained an adventurous spirit, he would love to seek out exciting and unconventional experiences with his partner. he loves to show them new places and try to subtly breaking them out of their shell.

Astarion is very protective of his partner. He would go out of his way to ensure their safety and comfort, acting kind of like a guard dog.

Astarion is very patient and understanding with his partner. He would never pressure them to do anything out of their comfort zone. He'd wait for them to work themselves up to it.

Astarion would express his affection in very unique ways. From playful teasing to unexpected acts of kindness or even random gifts he got because he thought of them.

Astarion accepts his partner exactly as they are, shyness and everything. He sees their quiet strength and inner beauty.

Wyll:

Wyll is a Romantic at heart, nothing would change that. He loves having a shy partner because it gives him more of a chance to romance them privately.

Wyll is also fiercely supportive of his partners independence. With a shy partner he strongly encourages them to have their own voice and supports them in finding their confidence

Wyll is not afraid to show vulnerability. He immediately opens up about his struggles and insecurity's even if his partner doesn't right away.

Wyll is so patient with his partner, he understands how much energy everything takes. He wants them to come out of their shell, but he understands that it's a process.

Wyll Cherishes silence sometimes, he loves just sitting in comfortable silence with his partner.

Wyll always be devoted to his partners happiness, this man is loyal to a T.

Lae'zel:

Lae'zel is known for her direct and assertive communication style, she doesn't beat around the bush. Shes very upfront about her feelings and expectations as a foundation for the relationship

Lae'zel sees any challenge as a chance to grow, both for herself and her partner. She pushes her partner to get out of their comfort zone and confront their fears.

Lae'zel admires strength and courage in others, she sees her partners inner strength, even if the strength different than her own.

Lae'zel expresses her affection through physical gestures rather than words. She shows her love and admiration through protection them in battle and trying to have soft touch with them.

Lae'zel Values partnership and teamwork, she sees her relationship with her partner as a shared journey with a shared goal.

While Lae'zel can be blunt and demanding, her intentions are always rooted in her desire to help her partner grow and thrive. She pushes them to be their best selves even if sometimes it comes across as rude.

Lae'zel respects her partner's boundaries and autonomy, even if she doesn't always understand their perspective. She listens attentively to their needs and preferences, striving to find common ground and compromise in their relationship.

Above all, Lae'zel is fiercely loyal to her partner. She stands by them through every challenge and triumph, offering unwavering support and devotion as they navigate the complexities of their relationship and the world around them.

Shadowheart:

Shadowheart is inherently observant, and with a shy partner, she uses her keen perception to notice subtle cues and signal. She would patiently wait for them to open up, Respecting the importance of taking their time.

Shadowheart embraces mystery and intrigue. She sees her shy partner as a fascinating puzzle to unravel and she takes pleasure in discovering the layers beneath their reserved exterior.

shadowheart is the most comfortable with silence and she understands its power. she enjoys sharing the quiet moments and treasures the unspoken connection with her partner.

Shadowheart expressed her affection through quiet acts of kindness. Whether it's leaving a small thoughtful gift, or offering a word of encouragement,

while shadowheart might not easily reveal her own vulnerabilities, she cautiously opens up to her partner.

Shadowheart respects her partners need for personal space. she values independence and allows them room to breathe, understanding that everyone has their own pace.

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I hope you enjoy this it took me a little while to get everyone's personality right XD thank you so much for reading!

[adaptacy]

A Found Flame

Pairing: Mentor!Gale Dekarios x Apprentice!GN!Reader

(Next Chapter) ➔ (AO3) {Spotify Playlist}

Synopsis: Gale guides you through casting a fire bolt, but in your search to find a warmth to channel, you revisit a late night with him that stirs up an unfamiliar feeling within you.

A/N: Completely SFW! Just cute romantic stuff while I continue crackin' away at this fine ass dork I've been presented with. I might turn this into a much longer story, because the dynamic of Mentor!Gale falling for his apprentice has so much potential, from fluff to angst to sexual tension, etc... but for now, here's this :) and with a side of the ever-lovely Tara!

Song rec.: Witchcraft - Vian Izak (X)

Word Count: 2k

“Now, right foot further… further…” A hand comes to rest on your hip, and you feel a tap against your right ankle, guiding your movements. You glance down, distracted from your target, and your mentor lets out a soft chuckle, his free hand moving under your arm. Two fingers push up on your chin, realigning your head. Doing your best to follow his directions, your right foot shifts forward, inching awkwardly across the ground until you no longer feel his shoe against your calf. 

“Should I aim for the head?”

“The head?” He laughs, his fingers pulling away from your chin, his arm outstretching to be parallel with yours, showing you where to position your own. “No, Tempus, let’s keep it simple,” he teases, pointing a finger at the torso of a hay-stuffed target, elderly chainmail armor lazily draped over its shoulders. “Eyes on the torso. And, please, do refrain from igniting my tower in a fiery blaze. These shelves took far too long to fill.” 

“I know, I know, I’ve got it,” you assure, earning a mewl of disbelief from a tabby Tressym resting a few feet away from the target, her tail and front paws hanging off of an empty space on the aforementioned bookshelves. 

“Mr. Dekarios, are you sure this is the safest we can be?” Tara purrs, her right wing twitching, likely anxious that you were bound to do exactly as he asked you not to and burn the whole tower down.

“I trust them, Tara. After all, books can only get one so far. Hands-on practice is far more valuable!” He encourages, leaning down slightly, enough that you can hear his breathing beside your ear. “Now. Steady. Focus… and picture it. A small flame, mostly harmless. Landing square on the torso, created from your very–”

“Ignis!” You shout, and Tara shoots up from where she was laying, bouncing away from the target and landing on a pile of books. Despite her reaction, there was no flame, though you swore you could’ve spotted a spark from your fingertip.

Gale lowers his arm, giving you a little more space, and he removes his hand from your hip, even taking a step back, perhaps a little too aware of the vicinity between your bodies. “Again. The pronunciation was exquisite, I must avow. Reach into your mind, no matter how far you must travel. Hear her whispers, channel the inferno within. Whether it be rage, passion, optimism – you must grasp the element, and feel the heat,” he explains, earning a small nod from you. Your eyes close, and you seek out the embers he spoke of. 

Your mind wanders– it has to, if you truly want to tame the element, no part of your mind should be off limits. Though it travels to unexpected places. You most certainly find warmth, it just wasn’t the warmth you expected. It wasn’t a burn, yet it was a heat. One that hovered around your body, brought on by closeness to another, breathing figure. You could see books, and the moon, hanging high outside, the room coated with a gentle blue glow. It was strange, like you were inspecting a faded picture rather than experiencing a dream. 

Hardening your focus, you grit your teeth. There was a purring, quiet, under the desk. Yes! You sat at the desk, seated on a small velvet stool, stationed next to a figure cloaked in purple. His arm, carefully positioned to allow you to gaze at and read along with the book he studied, brushing lightly against your shoulder. It couldn’t have been more than two weeks ago, during one of your late-night mentoring sessions, when he’d caught you sneaking around in the library, looking for something to keep your sleepless mind occupied. 

Reminding yourself of the mission at hand, you search for inspiration, and find a lone lit candle towards the back of the desk, the glow encapsulating the two of you and casting light on the material you read. With a deep breath, you do your best to channel that candle. As small as it was, it seemed the most helpful component in finding the blaze Gale directed, and you exhaled. 

“Ignis!” 

Your eyes open, feeling a half-second surge of heat in your fingertips, and much to your surprise, a tiny flame shot out from your index finger, though it fell to the floor and sizzled out before it made it halfway to your target. 

Still, it was enough to earn a chuckle and a series of short claps from your mentor, pleased with your performance even with as amateur as it was. “See, Tara? Hardly a threat to the books!” 

The tressym’s wings stretch, and her body follows, leaning back on her haunches as she yawns. With a flick of her tail, she muses “Hardly a threat to anyone, for that matter! I’m quite sure a crocked kobold could muster up a drink stronger than that.” 

“Oh, be patient, Tara. Everyone must start somewhere.” You spot Gale’s shadow waving his hand dismissively, before that shadow approaches yours, and you feel a hand on each of your shoulders. “I presume you found your root. Return, and study it. Learn it. Conform to it. Again.”

You inhale, and once more close your eyes, returning to the moonlit scene. The candle seemed dimmer, now, and you wonder if you’d somehow extracted the power from a memory. You’ve heard – well, read – about plenty of curious happenings related to the power and influence of the weave, but it was quite a different experience to feel those effects. You knew that you had focused quite closely on the candle, and yet it bore disappointing results. And now, that flame burned weaker.

It may be best to turn to other means of fuel. Your eyes scan the memory, contemplating the moon, before deciding it was far too tame, and far too distant to harness. The temperate coziness you felt in the moment pulses through you again, soothing your nerves, easing the racing of your heart. Warmth. 

It doesn’t take you long to realize just where the heat originates from. Though neither of you were aware in that moment, or perhaps you merely glossed over the fact, you sat close; in order to read the contents of the book, you had to be near to him. And near, you were. 

The time aided you, your fatigue stronger than your dignity, and allowed you to rest your head against his shoulder as you hardly managed to keep up with the lines of text, let alone truly process the material you were attempting to soak up. It was warm, despite the winter that hadn’t yet faded. He was warm. You’d been close with him before, though it was always fleeting. Accidentally bumping into him as you gathered materials around his study, or the second-long contact of your hands when you answered his fetch requests. Occasionally, when he guided your hand to some place in particular, over the ridges of a carved staff or the spines of books on his shelves. Even once, just once, that he’d allowed you to press your palm against his chest, his purple robe displaced just enough to expose the stain of the Netherese orb, which had produced an alarming heat from beneath his skin, and he’d felt inclined to share it with you. 

But here, this memory, this occurrence, was hardly fleeting. He must have been willed by weary exhaustion just as well, because he didn’t shy away from the close contact. Instead, Gale rested his jaw against the top of your head, continuing to idly review the book he’d read countless times. You were sure that, if he had fewer things to concern himself with, he very well could have recited the lectures on dead gods from memory. 

You hear a distant ‘mrrow’ of boredom and you recount your steps, regaining sight of your mission once more. You relax your body, only maintaining enough control to keep yourself standing, and your arm aimed. As you burn this sight, this time with him, and these feelings into your memory – should you ever need to recall the sight again, perhaps in future lessons, you want to be prepared – there is an airiness that wraps your body. Although you are planted firmly on a surface, both in the real world and in this vision, it feels as though you’ve been granted feather falling and have leapt from the balcony, becoming one with the breeze. And yet there is no chill, there is no bite from the rush of air, merely a dazing high. 

His breathing is all you hear. Mellow and stable. You focus on the patterned flow, the delicate and inviting tepidity, the velvety brush of his clothes against your face. 

“Love?”

Your eyes open, head swiveling around to face him, and he seems taken aback by your response. You aren’t sure you heard him right, and he isn’t sure you heard him right either, so he points behind you, head tilting slightly. Following his attention, you find that the target now displays a moderately-sized searing hole in the torso, near the right shoulder. You don’t recall announcing the spell, but it’s quite possible that you were too wrapped up in channeling the fire bolt to realize you’d casted it. 

When your attention clings to the training dummy for too long, Gale steps into your peripherals, and you turn to face him once more. Again, he motions towards your successful delivery. “Flames and Fatalities, volume one, chapter four.”

“Red for rage, orange for survival, white for hope, pink for love,” you recite, easily recalling the information provided in one of the spellbooks Gale had you study several times over.

“Precisely. Your flame contained a pink hue,” he elaborates, and your gaze flicks over to the training dummy, and then back at Gale. 

A familiar warmth brushes against your ankle, and you look down, finding a sassy winged creature at your feet. “At least someone in this tower seeks romantic companionship. Mr. Dekarios may very well have something to learn himself,” Tara purrs, and Gale releases a short sigh at her taunt, running a hand through his loose brown hair. “You used to be such a romantic. Though you seem much more of the hopeless kind these days.”

“Well, Tara, I don’t possess an acropolis of free time, I fear. Romantic pursuits do not fit into my schedule,” Gale attempts to defend, though Tara merely tilts her chin up and turns her head away from him, tail stiffening with antipathy. When you look up from the feline-like familiar, you find Gale eyeing you, splitting his sight away the moment your eyes meet, rendering you incapable of registering whatever strange emotion you thought you caught a glimpse of in his eyes. 

You don’t like the taste of the unforeseen tightness in the air, so you clear your throat, looking around the study. “Hells, I forgot to tend to the garden yesterday. Does that sum up my teachings today?” You ask, looking back at Gale. He stares at the mannequin for a few moments more, and for a second, you fear that you’d damaged it too much, but then he releases a gentle laugh, dipping his head.

“Indeed. You performed marvelously. Go on, I’ve got artifacts to busy myself with. If you’re not back by the time I finish, I’ll put together a meal.” Gale motions for the main doors, and steps past you, approaching a mid-sized woven basket containing a staff, an enchanted dagger, and a pair of leather gloves shining a faint orange hue. You watch him, and he pauses as he lifts the basket, glancing at you from over his shoulder, his smile aged, though it held a certain pride in the catenary of his lips. “May I ask?”

Confused, you narrow your eyes. “Ask what?”

“Where did you find your flame?”

Allowing yourself a moment to think, you made sure to keep your eyes on him, and then you provide a nonchalant shrug. “I thought of my parents.” 

Gale is still, his reaction a delayed one, before he widens his smile in a quick chuckle. “Charming. Hold onto that. It’s a solid base.”

You nod, and then finally turn around as Gale resumes moving the basket from the floor to his desk. You grab an empty basket of your own on the way out, disappearing and leaving him to his artifacts. 

[tobecatherine]

You are home

Part two to Nightmare Comfort.

Part One

Okay ya'll here it finally is, the long awaited part two to my Gale fanfic and as promised it is spicy! So only 18+ please! It ended up way longer than I planned but I hope you'll find it worth the read.

This is def romantic/sappy with very light kink.

TavxGale- First Person

Word Count: 3057

I hope ya'll enjoy!

Ever since you confided in Gale about your nightmares, he has been extra attentive and caring towards you. Every night, he would tell you sweet stories from his imagination or his favorite books, hoping to fill your mind with positive thoughts and banish your worries. He even offered to use magic to help, but you declined. With time and his loving care, you were confident that the nightmares would eventually fade away.

Your new nightly routine was a welcomed change. After dinner and a walk together, you two would snuggle into bed and listen to Gale's soft voice until you drifted off to sleep in his arms. Even though the nightmares still came, they were easier to push away with Gale by your side. Your heart was filled with love and gratitude for the man next to you.

These peaceful nights became the usual routine over time. When Gale returned home from teaching at the academy, he would enthusiastically share stories about his students while helping you prepare dinner. Then, you would eat together, clean up, and set out for your evening stroll as a couple.

The stars shone just as brilliantly tonight as they did on the evening Gale professed his love for you. You couldn't help but wonder if he had cast another enchantment, as the stars weren't always visible above the buildings in town. But when you looked at Gale, you realized that the night sky was its own magic that night.

"I love you," you whisper tenderly, intertwining your fingers with Gale's as your heart flutters. Even after all this time, his touch still had the power to make your heart skip a beat.

"I love you too, my dear," he replies with a smile. "I wouldn't be here without you. I am forever grateful for the days I get to spend by your side. You...changed me."

"I didn't change you. I simply showed you that you are someone worth loving," you say, turning to face him and gazing into his eyes.

As your eyes meet, a soft smile spreads across your face before you lean in to kiss his velvety lips. You can feel him grinning against your own before he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

As his lips softly brushed against yours, he whispered, “You were right, I never felt like I was enough. But you helped change that.” 

You leaned your foreheads together, standing there in each other's embrace for a moment. His arms securely around your shoulders and yours wrapped tightly around his neck. Taking a deep breath, you let yourself share this intimate space with him, feeling your hearts beating as one as you kissed him again. The kiss deepened as Gale's tongue gently grazed your bottom lip, and you eagerly parted them for him. You wished you could stay locked in this moment forever, kissing him until the end of time.

But reality came crashing in as you became aware of Gale's arousal pressing against your stomach. As tempting as it was to take him between two buildings and have your way with him, that idea was quickly dismissed when a drunk man stumbled out of a nearby building.

"Maybe we should head back earlier tonight," you murmur with a playful lilt in your voice. 

Your lips were still tingling from his kisses, and his flavor lingered on your tongue. Without any words exchanged, you suddenly find yourself being whisked through space and time, ending up in the front room of your home alongside him.

"Do you have a magical teleportation device hidden here?" You quirk an eyebrow at him. 

"You never know when you might need a quick getaway," Gale responds with a mischievous grin.

Gale pulled you close, his lips crashing into yours with an intensity that made your heart race. As your tongues danced and hands roamed, Gale's lips began to trail down your neck. His strong hands moved from your lower back to your hips, then to the back of your thighs as he effortlessly lifted you in his arms. You couldn't help but let out breathy moans as he kissed and nipped at your skin, one hand tangled in his hair and the other holding onto him tightly. Being a bit of a tease, you started grinding against him, causing him to almost lose his balance and lean against a nearby wall. You couldn't help but grin mischievously as you did it again, enjoying the way Gale growled against your skin in response.

The sounds Gale made sent shivers down your spine, igniting a heat that spread to your already quivering core. No one in your life had ever set you on fire the way Gale did. You had past lovers, sure, but Gale was different - Gale was your forever. With a gentle tug of his hair, he pulled back as requested, his dark eyes locked onto yours. In them, you could see the burning desire he had for you, causing a whimper to escape your lips. As your eyes remained locked with his, you bite your bottom lip and let him see all the love, passion, and care you had for him in that moment.

"Please, make love to me," you whisper, nearly begging as both of you pant in anticipation.

"My pleasure," Gale responds with a devilish look before crashing his lips against yours once more.

Gale stepped away from the wall and closed the short distance to your room. He pressed you against the nearest wall, his hips moving slowly against yours. You tried to respond in kind, but he held you firmly, trapping you against the wall. He pulled back slightly to look at you.

"I'm going to show you how much you mean to me, and worship you like you deserve," he said, grinding his hips in circular motions. The heat in his voice sent shivers down your spine.

It was clear that Gale was taking charge tonight, and you eagerly followed his lead as he set you down on your feet, your knees wobbling. He caught you in his arms with a chuckle.

"Already weak in the knees?" he teased before kissing you again.

Together, you and Gale stripped each other of clothing in a frenzy of kisses and caresses. Soon, you were both naked, with Gale hovering over you, his body pressed against yours. You could feel his arousal against your thigh as your hand trailed down to stroke him.

The two of you were lost in a haze of kisses and gentle touches, reveling in the sensations of each other's bodies. As your hand moved up and down Gale's length, his moans echoed in your ears, sending shivers down your spine. With eager fingers, you guided him towards your wet center, but Gale stopped you suddenly. Confused, you looked up at him for an explanation.

“Let’s take our time tonight,” he murmurs against your lips, his hand gripping yours as you move together slowly. “Do you trust me?”

“I trust you with everything,” you reply, breathless as you continue to pleasure him.

Gale suddenly sits up, taking your hands and tenderly kissing each palm before conjuring a rope to tie your wrists to the bedposts. You're surprised by this unexpected turn of events, but Gale simply kisses the tip of your nose and reassures you that tonight is all about you.

With a nod, you relax and let him take control. It's difficult not being able to touch him, run your fingers through his hair or scratch down his back, but tonight is different. Gale has always been an attentive lover, but tonight he takes it to another level. The sensation of goosebumps rising on your skin makes you tingle all over, and you can't wait to see what else he has in store for you.

Gale made sure you were comfortable before sitting up to face you. Watching him gaze at your naked form, you couldn't help but feel a rush of embarrassment and arousal. Though you had seen each other naked many times before, the way his eyes roamed over your body now made you feel like he was trying to etch every inch of you into his memory.

"You are more beautiful than any rare gem or star in the sky. I am beyond lucky to see you as I do," he said, causing you to whimper and turn away slightly, feeling exposed and vulnerable. But Gale's hands began to explore your body, drawing your attention back to him as he hovered above you. "Please don't turn away, my love. To have the vision of your bare form imprinted on my mind is a priceless treasure."

You leaned up to kiss him passionately, feeling the heat from earlier intensify in your core. You never thought words could make you climax, but it felt like they just might have. The thought of being completely under his control sent shivers down your spine, and the heat in your body seemed to pool in your stomach. You bite down on his lip as you finally break away, your neck aching slightly from the angle.

With a mischievous grin, Gale slowly explored your body with his hands and lips. His movements were deliberate, as if he was studying your reactions. You could tell that he paid close attention to your moans, giving you exactly what you wanted and avoiding anything that didn't bring pleasure. Was this what he meant when he said he would worship you? If it was, you were more than happy to accept it.

Every touch from Gale felt electrifying, heating up your entire body by the time he settled between your thighs. His soft lips traced kisses along your inner thigh, occasionally nipping at the supple skin.

"You're already so wet for me," he chuckled before licking a slow line up your folds.

You couldn't help but squirm under Gale's skilled tongue, wanting to feel him closer. When you pressed your hips forward in silent request, he obliged, running his nails lightly along your thighs as his mouth worshiped every inch of your folds. He teased and kissed everywhere except where you desperately wanted him, making you whimper in frustration.

"Gale, please," you pleaded with hazy moans as his touches pushed you closer to the edge.

Gale's hands moved down to spread your lower lips apart with his thumbs, exposing your swollen clit to the cool air of the room. You shuddered as you panted for breath, feeling his tongue work magic on the sensitive bundle of nerves. The way his lips wrapped around the hood of your clit was indescribable, sending waves of pleasure through your body as you braced yourself against the restraints.

"More...please...I'm so close," you begged him without hesitation.

Without a word, Gale leaned in even closer and intensified his efforts. His tongue circled and flicked with increasing speed, driving you wild until you reached another peak of ecstasy. Just when you thought it couldn't get any better, Gale's fingers teased the opening of your core, skillfully brushing against every nerve ending and driving you to the brink of insanity. And when he finally pressed two fingers inside of you, hitting that perfect spot that made you see stars, you couldn't hold back any longer.

As your body tensed and trembled with pleasure, Gale continued to ravish you relentlessly, pushing you into another wave of ecstasy. But just as you were about to reach the ultimate climax, his mouth pulled away and spread your thighs open again. As he slid inside of you, completing the final piece of your union, you felt yourself falling into another blissful release.

You gasped as you felt his erection slowly breach your tight entrance, stretching and filling you with a pleasure that left you breathless. Filling you to the hilt Gale pressed his hips to yours, letting the end of your last climax clench around his cock. The sensation of him filling you as you came was a different kind of bliss in itself. Your hands once again straining against their binds, wanting so badly to touch him. 

As he began to thrust, you could feel yourself clenching around him, drawn deeper into the abyss of pleasure. Your moans turned into cries as he hit the spots that made you go wild. The sensation of him inside you was overwhelming, and you could tell he was enjoying every second of it.

Gale's hand slid up your body, his fingers gently caressing your breast, and then tweaking your nipple just right, sending a shock of pleasure through you. The combination of the sensations was too much, and you knew that you were about to reach the peak of your orgasm once again.

Your body arched violently, your nails digging into the palms of your hands as you reached the peak of pleasure. With a satisfied grin on his face, Gale watched intently, knowing that he had fulfilled all your desires. As your legs trembled and your breaths grew shallow, you were acutely aware of the wetness between your thighs as Gale's arousal continued to throb inside of you.

“Gale… please, finish inside me,” You plead, not wanting to break the intimate connection between you.

Gale thrusts himself deeper inside of you, causing your eyes to roll back in ecstasy. Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips, holding him close as he emptied himself into you. Your tightness squeezes his cock as your lips meld together in a sloppy kiss. A contented sigh escapes your lips as you start to drift off once again. In this moment, lost in pure bliss, you feel nothing but love and adoration for the man who has brought you such immense pleasure.

As you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your passionate encounter, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the connection you shared with Gale. His touch, his voice, his presence—all of it enveloped you in a warmth that was both comforting and exhilarating.

You reached up and gently caressed his face, tracing the lines of his features with your fingertips. He leaned in and kissed your palm, his eyes never leaving your own. There was a depth to his gaze that you couldn't quite put your finger on, but it filled you with a sense of security and trust.

His voice was soft as he asked, "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

You smiled and shook your head, lifting your hand to cup his cheek. "No, Gale, you didn't hurt me. You always take care of me."

And I love you, too," he said, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth. In that intimate moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you cocooned in each other's embrace.

As you lay there wrapped in each other's arms, a sense of peace washed over you. It wasn't just about the physical connection you shared but the deep emotional bond that had formed between you and Gale. You knew that whatever challenges life threw your way, as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm.

Feeling a surge of gratitude, you pressed a gentle kiss against Gale's chest, feeling his heartbeat steady beneath your lips. In this quiet space of love and acceptance, you knew that your connection with Gale was something rare and precious.

Gently, Gale released your restraints, allowing your limbs to fall weakly to the side. You felt a wave of exhaustion wash over you but you knew that there would be time for rest later.

As you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your passionate encounter, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the connection you shared with Gale. His touch, his voice, his presence—all of it enveloped you in a warmth that was both comforting and exhilarating.

You reached up and gently caressed his face, tracing the lines of his features with your fingertips. He leaned in and kissed your palm, his eyes never leaving your own. There was a depth to his gaze that you couldn't quite put your finger on, but it filled you with a sense of security and trust.

His voice was soft as he asked, "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

You smiled and shook your head, lifting your hand to cup his cheek. "No, Gale, you didn't hurt me. You always take care of me."

As your breathing steadied, Gale pulled out slowly, leaving a warm trail of himself inside you. He reached over and grabbed a soft, fluffy towel, gently dabbing at the evidence of their passion. You watched him, still breathless and glowing with afterglow, feeling a profound connection with him that went beyond mere sex.

He helped you sit up, wrapping his arms around you as you snuggled into his chest. His heartbeat steadied yours, and you knew in that moment that you had found something truly special with Gale. He was more than just a lover—he was a confidant, a protector, a friend.

You turned to him, your eyes brimming with emotion, and whispered, "I love you." The words hung in the air between you, heavy with significance and meaning.

Gale leaned down, kissing you softly on the lips, and then whispered back, "And I love you, too," he said, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth. In that intimate moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you cocooned in each other's embrace.

As you lay there wrapped in each other's arms, a sense of peace washed over you. It wasn't just about the physical connection you shared but the deep emotional bond that had formed between you and Gale. You knew that whatever challenges life threw your way, as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm.

Feeling a surge of gratitude, you pressed a gentle kiss against Gale's chest, feeling his heartbeat steady beneath your lips. In this quiet space of love and acceptance, you knew that your connection with Gale was something rare and precious.

As the soft light of dawn filtered through the window, you closed your eyes, savoring the moment and committing it to memory. In Gale's arms, you found home place where love was infinite and time stood still.

After this night, you never had the nightmares again.

[astarion-can-spawn-me]

Tenderness Upon the Breeze

Gale x Blind!Bard!Reader

summary: cute overload shit bitches

List of Works

You know how every epic upon this floating rock ends in the end. It wouldn’t make much sense for such a magnificent epic to end in such a travesty, if you really think of the details. An Elderbrain threatening your very existence upon the earth you cherished and adored. An Elderbrain meticulously planning every single step of every warm or cold blooded creature that even DARED to be in the vicinity. It was an epic that couldn’t even entertain the thought of failure, not for a single second. 

Rejoicing, it always follows the end of a tale, where every protagonist gives one hardy pat on the shoulder before returning to Gods knows where. That is usually when listeners and devourers of books usually stop, now hungrily searching for another story of heroes to indulge.

Gale of course knew exactly what he was going to do, go back to the homely tower in Waterdeep, where he could already feel his books and scrolls beckoning him home, Beckoning him to once again stay curled and hidden within those limestone walls and fine tapestries. His heart absolutely yearned to have those familiar walls back up around him, especially now that the selfish mistake he had made before was now dealt with. Tara would now have a much needed break of being to snuggle up to her tomes by the hearth instead of having to venture far and wide to obtain those magical artifacts that quenched the orb’s thirst for the weave. 

What a selfish person he once was. How the memories always bring his brow into a furrow and a scowl. The bitterness those memories left in his mouth, the knots it left in his stomach. 

Waterdeep almost felt alien to him the minute he came back from his journey, his epic, his life purpose. It did not matter to him of the title, he would leave it for the historians to put a label to it. Waterdeep was so lively, he knew it was always like that, but all those hours, days, and months squandered away in his tower, only a mere weak shadow of the man he was before the moment he let his pride and hunger take over, before he became a walking bomb. Even that tower of his was a sight to behold.

It was exactly the same way he left it, of course Tara trying her best to keep up with the place like the good familiar and companion she was. It just made him feel sickly and melancholic at the sight of those old rooms, not even a soft glow from the fire cured his sorrows. Gale was being haunted by old memories of himself, how pathetically cowardly he was behind  closed doors of his beloved tower. How he would sob away like a poor child yearning for his mother’s comfort. He couldn't do it with those old ghosts taunting him, he couldn’t get a single minute of sleep that first night he had returned home. Tara’s soft purrs couldn’t even lull him to sleep as he could only stare at the moonlit ceiling of his bedroom. 

The wizard prodigy took no time to rise from those sheets once the sun broke past the horizon’s of his adored Waterdeep. 

Change, that’s what he decided on as he got dressed for the day. 

A spring cleaning if you would like to call it such. The windows were beckoned open with a simple flick of his wrist, lulling the warm, balmy air of waterdeep inside, cleansing the air of the heavy memories that lingered and festered on that once old and stale air. Books not being placed back where they should have been and not stacked in their haphazard piles around every single room. Those piles made him feel bitter anyway, all he could see was the old images of himself screaming into those empty rooms as he could never fill the hole within himself, no matter how much he consumed everything he could get his fingers on.

None the matter though, he could feel the very faint feeling of relief ebbing away at the back of his brain as he continued to shoo those memories away as he made his space once again livable. It was his once more again, his to claim, live in, own, be free. 

Though a faint noise caught his attention as his fingers gently caressed his plants that sat cuddle together beneath one of the windows of his tower. Gale almost simply ignored it as he continued to fret over the slightly droopy petals of the flowers that loomed and swayed in their planter amongst that balmy breeze. Noises were no stranger to Waterdeep, not with the bustling city sprawling amongst its little area of the coast. Even with Gale being settled amongst the outskirts of the city, the noise of bustling folk never ceased to float up and into his ears, carried by the breeze from the salty sea. 

The noise was…different perhaps? It was soft and gentle, but it sounded way closer than the towns folk further out into the city. It was close enough for Gale to warrant a  quick glance to the dirt road the winded past his tower and into the outskirts of water deep, traveling out and to the houses and towers that were spread out far and wide from each other amongst the lush green plains. Farms surrounded those quaint homes and a possible brooding wizard in those ancient towers. 

A tender melody floated upon that breeze and a quick sweep of his gaze revealed an individual down below. They were obviously humming away a soft tune on their journey, a soft tune that brought a soft smile to Gale’s lips as he leant upon the stone ledge of the window he was standing at, the sea air whipping around his hair messily. 

“Good morning, saer! Or should I say evening? I dare say time is already eluding me!” he called out merrily to the figure below. They halted lamely in their tracks, almost a delayed reaction to look up to Gale, but a gorgeous smile crawled upon their lips. 

“I would say you have maybe a few more minutes of this fine morning before we must make room for the evening!” You called back up to the man above you. Well you assumed it was a man by the sound of his voice. 

You were just a mere citizen of Faerûn, but now it was your time to shine. You grew up on a farm, with loving parents and loving siblings, but it was almost suffocating in the end. You lost your eyesight at a young age, though you were at a point in life that you couldn’t scoop up a single memory of what the world truly looked like around you, those memories were only shadows in your imagination. It was depressing, but your family tried to help the best they could, but it only made that helplessness fester within you when you always had to have someone else's hand in your own, always having to have someone else’s voice speak up for you. Childhood was spent hovering over notches in your brailed books, or your fingers softly plucking away at a lute. 

You became a very talented musician as you got older, you thought you were good, but you also told yourself that because deep down within the folds of your brain, you thought that those admirers and fans only pitied you because of the state of you pale and sightless eyes. 

That led to being in Waterdeep, you were given the chance to move out here, to finally be on your own, to finally just rely on yourself. It was rich in culture, it was rich with the weave. It allowed you to meditate, to write music, poetry, the emotions that always came and went in that empathic heart of yours. Waterdeep was a very successful little place to live this past six months for you.

“I do have to admit, I thought this place was abandoned” you admitted with a laugh as you hands clutched on the stick that was aiding you on your little walk down that dirt road. “I apologize for being a lousy neighbor and never introducing myself!” 

“Oh no worries, I was on a little business trip these past months, so I think that makes me the lousy neighbor” Gale joked back as he tucked a rogue strand of hair that threatened to land in his eye. “ I actually only just got back last night, definitely greetings are in order, give me a second to come down there” his voice called excitedly down, his feat already scrambling down the cold stone deeps down the few flights down to his front door from the floor he was standing on. Feet taking him across his front yard of slightly overgrown grass and weeds that still clutched on the very slight remnants of dew from the early morning. It was then that he noticed those pale and milky white eyes of yours. He tried not to be shocked despite the fact he assumed you really couldn’t see him. 

“Gale Dekarios, I would say of Waterdeep, but these six months [1] have proven to make me a stranger once again to this place” Gale spoke out as he softly took your hand to give it a gentle squeeze which you reciprocated, even jokingly giving a maybe slightly wobbly curtsy with a giggle as you introduced yourself to the wizard. 

“Very pleased to finally meet you, Gale Dekarious, not acquainted with Waterdeep” you teased. 

You always had a tenderness floating about you. An intimacy like no other. Gale could have simply been outside trying to revive his herb garden and that tenderness upon that seabreeze would poke and proud at his senses to make his gaze search for you or let his ears try to hear whatever tune you were trying to shape with that sweet voice of yours or tried to piece together the honeyed words of whatever poem or script you were trying to piece together or simply reciting to that tender weave that surrounded you. Whatever it was, it always led Gale to meet you at his front gate, a window that was nearest to him, the front door. Hell he would even lean over the ledge of the very tip of his tower if he had to. You were quick with your slightly clumsy steps, already those steps forming their small little trails. A few notable ones stood prominent upon the grass of his front yard, one that lead to the first reachable window where if he called from their, you would lean up and listen to his excited words over what adventure he taken upon that day, all mundane adventures however, definitely not an Elderbrain. Another one led to his little overgrown garden of herbs and certain alchemical ingredients. You spent many of hours underneath the warm sun reciting a poem or a song for a client and asking for the wizards opinion on your lyrics and versus as he prodded away at his plants, soul always soothed by your bardic grace as he did those meticulous tasks in his humble garden. And two trails were starting to lead to his front door. One was designated to you and one to him by the countless times he has lead you through the front door of his tower when he invited you in for tea, brunch, lunch, dinner, whichever time you had stumbled upon him on your sporadic walks in front of his tower that slowly started to become Waterdeep’s old friend once more. You have even become acquainted with Tara, his resident Tressym, you were extremely careful to not refer to Tara as ‘Gale’s’ as he was so particular about it. Gale was also the one to accompany you when it came to the bustling areas of Waterdeep, spending days when life allowed you and Gale to find the most obscure and hidden places of beloved Waterdeep. 

How the time would just meld all together as it went on in your presence. Gale specifically thrived on those late evenings spent with you within the confines of his cozy library. It was so intimate to him. He always found himself lounging upon the grande carpet in front of the fire, you sat upon his slightly worn couch, playing sweet and somber tunes on your lute. That or you would ramble on in deep conversations that lead to endless routes where your thoughts could run to. Gale would take those moments to admire your face as you stared ahead, voice a sweet lullaby as you spoke, always loving how the soft hues of the fire danced upon your face. 

Sometimes the two of you would sit in silence in the warmth of the flames of the hearth, meditate and focus on the weave, Gale always there to help lead your hands in intricate movements together, the weave to lace and pulse through your caressed hands.Those were your favorite moments. You could just sense every essence of his being during those moments. It was those moments where you felt like you could see him the most. You still couldn’t exactly see him, but the weave that would pulse between you just almost felt like he was just bare before you and possibly the same for you being bare before him in the weave. Racing hearts and all. 

“Give me your hands…” Gale spoke out gently, it was one of those late nights again, Tara purring away off to the side on her much deserved pile of warm pillows and you gentle and soft before him. You obeyed as your calloused rested upon his familiar fingertips. His were calloused too, a scar here and there that you could faintly trace out with your fingertips, the touch always springing the memories of him giving the stories behind those brave wounds.

The minute your hands touched you could feel the shift in the weave as he started to mumble the invocation, your hands in his, the weave once again bouncing with so much powerful energy between the both of you. 

You had to squint your eyes, the weave coming to a steady hum between the two of you. Something was flickering in your eyes, is that what flickering was? You could see something before you, your brain just couldn’t piece it together. 

“That’s you” Gale said with a gentle rumble of a chuckle, “I may have been studying an invocation that allows you to use my eyesight. Now it's not permanent, of course, but I thought you would have been curious about my interior decorating” You couldn’t help but snort, cringing as you saw the image of yourself snorting before you. Leave it to Gale to be so selfless. How far he has come on his journey of evolution. 

“Oh goodness, I look like that?” you said with another sort, careful reaching your hands to Gale’s face, caressing his cheeks you slowly moved his head around to move his eyes to look at different parts of his cozy library. Some reason, the environment didn’t come as a shock to your lack of sight. It just seemed to all fit your expectations, even if you honestly didn’t have any. 

“Come my dear, let’s go on a little stroll” he spoke softly, helping you up and offering you his arm. You caught the sight of his casual robes he wore. The colors vibrant under the hues of the fire and of the moon that pierced through the windows. He leads you through his tower, showing off the many artifacts he has mentioned over the months of knowing each other, the portraits of his friends, showing off the few remnants he had of his youth. He flipped through old thesis and writings of his prodigy youth and you got to see through his eyes. 

“Wait a minute…” you muttered out as you stopped him in his tracks, something in his eyes caught your attention as you gently reached a hand up to grab his chin to guide his eyes to look at what stopped you. Two figures you saw on the wall, moving with your movements, you really couldn’t see it too well in the dimness of the hallway the two of you slowly walked through. As the two of you got closer you realized it was a reflection of the two of you.

“And that is me, I hope I’m not too horrible to look at” The grin upon his face sent your heart skipping as he guided his face closer to the mirror, guiding your hands to touch his chin, allowing you to move his face in different angles, allowing your fingertips to trace over the hair of his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, the shape of his lips wear his facial hair gentle scratched the tips of your fingers. “This is me, Gale Dekarios…” His voice carried out as a whisper, a voice too scared to speak too loudly to not startle this delicate moment away in this wholesome tower of Waterdeep. 

“Gale Dekarios, I would assume you are what people would call handsome…” You spoke out as you watched yourself creep closer to his side, not able to clearly see your face and his face in the mirror, his hand now cupping your cheeks gently. 

Maybe it was your tender hearts running miles a minute that started to mess with the invocation since the images before you faded away like many of those sweet memories you once had in your mind. Gale had your hands back in his again as he guided you, your hands resting upon his body, the heat radiating through his robes and onto your hands. His hands cupped your cheeks as he guided your head closer to his.

His lips were upon yours in a sweet kiss, gentle and soft. You let your body melt into his embrace as his arms supported you as he kissed you deeply underneath the silvery moon that threatened to disappear as the first rays of morning began to make their way beyond the horizon once more. 

You broke away from a breath, hands clumsy as they buried themselves within his hair, an airy laugh escaping your wet lips as you embraced each other. Perfect harmony. Your tenderness engulfed his entire being, which he accepted with open arms.

Gale had to say, he was happy with how his little epic ended. A soft gentle ending to this chapter of his life, but with you there now by his side, he could feel the blossoming of the next chapter already begin to flourish between the two of you as he pulled away from you. 

“Come my love, the sun is breaking past the horizon and we still haven’t slept” Gale spoke out as he began to lead you through those hallways.

“Like that has ever stopped us…..”

[onomatopoetic101999]

Dream: Prologue

Gale Dekarios x reader

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Gale's daily morning stroll begins how it normally does: with peace and tranquility. It was a new habit of his - born out of a shocking amount of nostalgia for the great outdoors, which had grown in him steadily in the 2 months since saving the world. Tara, the brilliant tressym she was, had suggested it.

He is turning the final bend in his route, his tower in sight, when something distinctly abnormal happens. He hears the sound of a portal opening behind him.

Whirls around immediately, hands at the ready for casting, when he notes how high up the portal is. Whoever it was would need to be capable of flight to get down safely. Just when he turns to leave again, come what may, a woman falls out of the portal, hurtling towards the ground.

Gale is so startled, he barely has the mind to reach out and catch her with Telekinesis. She's unconscious, he finds, and remains so even when Gale drifts her into his arms and carries her to his tower, up the stairs, and onto his bed.

He shakes her, but she still does not wake up.

She's beautiful, Gale notes, now that he has the chance. So beautiful - her hair strewn across the pillow, a serene, gentle smile upon her face.

Gale barely resists the urge to reach out a hand and brush a stray lock of hair away from her expression.

Instead, he lets his hand hover, shutting his eyes and willing his magic over her. Surely it must be magic that keeps the Sleeping Beauty sleeping. All Gale has to do is lift it.

He tries every trick in his book, but it's no use. She remains in slumber, even when every spell he can think of is exhausted. He leans back in his chair in a huff. Why wouldn't she wake?

Tara, as always, sensing his distress, leaps up to curl in his lap. She purrs as he brushes an absentminded hand through her fur.

"Just ask her, Dove," she murmurs quietly.

Gale scoffs.

"How am I supposed to ask her anything when she's-" he stops.

"Tara, you genius!"

Gale stands abruptly, barely hearing Tara's indignant yowl, before striding out to his bedroom and into his library.

"I can speak to her! Now where is that scroll...?"

He goes to his most complicated section, thumbing through his fifth level spells.

"Ah ha!"

There it was: Dream. Breezing through the description, Gale mutters the words to himself to ensure it's the correct incantation. It's exactly as he remembered it, and he can't help but beam as he hurries back to the enchanting woman's bedside.

He sits for hours, committing the spell to memory, occasionally glancing at the woman in case she wakes up on her own.

By the time the spell is memorized, Tara has long since gone to bed. Gale's eyelids droop, but he reads through the scroll one more time before retiring to the couch in his parlor.

He sleeps easily, a smile on his face. Tomorrow... tomorrow he'll speak to the beautiful woman in her dreams.

[fandom-go-round]

Realizing They're in Love: Reader x BG3

Warnings: Implied Internal Trauma, Personal Relationship Issues, Gross Stuff like Falling in Love

Astarion:

            He argues with himself for a long time before love comes to mind. It’s bad enough that he’s starting to like you but love? That’s just going to make things even harder. Astarion feels like the more he tries to talk himself out of it, the worse it gets. You corner him after dinner one night and he smiles, turning up the charm. You ignore his nervousness, giving him a simple wooden box. He immediately fills with dread; you want something. Of course you do. He’s not expecting there to be a book inside, the next one in the series he’s reading. You assure him that you don’t want anything in return, giving him a gentle smile before heading to your own tent. His heart thunders in his chest, fingers trailing over the cover. He’s not in love, Astarion tells himself as he goes to start the book. He can’t be but… if he is, it’s not the worst feeling in the world. Not with you.

Gale:

            He’s not against falling in love per say, Gale just isn’t looking. Honestly he’s not. This is more social interaction than he’s had in years and he’s not trying to fuck it up, thank you very much. That doesn’t mean he can’t forget himself, especially when you start asking him questions about magic. Gale loves magic most of all and he only realizes he’s been ranting after twenty minutes. He winces, scolding himself mentally and turns to you. You’re both sitting on the floor of his tent, sipping tea in the early afternoon. He fully anticipates that you’re going to half awake, bored to tears and doing something else. Instead, you’re staring at him with rapt attention, eyes bright and small smile on your face. When he’s silent for too long you ask him to keep going, asking if he’ll keep explaining. Gale is more than happy to continue, something warm in his chest. He hopes that you’ll keep looking at him that way even after he stops talking. And you do.

Halsin:

            Loud barks and hoots draw Halsin’s attention, the druid looking up from his papers. You’re a bit away from camp, Scratch and the owlbear cub playing with you. The three of you are chasing each other and wrestling, the cub slamming into the back of your knees. Halsin watches you go flying before laughing and grabbing the cub as best you can. You half swing him around, Scratch barking as you send his friend flying. The owlbear cub gives a roar, rolling through the grass and you laugh, chasing after the dog now. Halsin can’t help but smile; you’re so kind of everyone around you and he enjoys that you can relax. He hasn’t been ignorant to the feelings developing in his chest, just focusing on different things. The warmth he feels only grows as he watches you and he vows to talk about it. Halsin is sure he recognizes the looks you send him; he just needs to find the right time.  

Karlach:

            She realizes she’s in love after a tough fight. Her blood is still pumping and she wants more enemies to show up so she can have an excuse to go wild. You’re joking around with Wyll on the other side of the battlefield, the warlock turning to say something to you. You offer a smile and begin to hike up the slope and trip. Karlach watches in slow motion as you land hard on your ass, sliding down mud straight into the river. Wyll is frozen on the edge of the bank and she quickly makes he way over, worried that you’re injured. By the time she gets over there, you’re laughing loudly, head thrown all the way back. Her heart skips a beat; you’re covered in blood and mud and all sorts of gunk but all she can see is the right smile on your face. She’s in love.

Lae’zel:

Lae’zel doesn’t call it love. It’s admiration, respect for your skills. There are very few people she would follow verses leading herself and she admits that you’re good at it. She also enjoys the sex and that’s always a bonus. The sun is just beginning to go down and you stop on the edge of a cliff to watch. Lae’zel turns to scold you (the group needs to get back to camp) but she’s struck by your figure. You look like a painting, noble and steadfast. Your face is determined but not tense, taking in the sunset. There’s something in your eyes, something softer than she expects and it takes her breath away. She swears to herself and turns away, missing the affectionate look you send her. She’s doesn’t call it love, even if deep, deep down she wishes she could.

Shadowheart:

            Night has finally fallen on a long, long day. Shadowheart is thankful that you’re the one with her on first watch tonight; your silence isn’t looming as she prays and the sound of sharpening blades is soothing. There isn’t the need to fill the silence with noise and it feels calm in a way that’s unfamiliar. Usually she finds the night comfortable but cold, like an winter breeze. You’re like the night but warm, a balm on an open wound. She smiles as she watches you, not looking away when you meet her eyes. You smile and she’s filled with affection, even as her hand throbs. The pain is worth it; you make her feel truly seen.

Wyll:

            You’re crouched by a small cave, voice low and arm outstretched. The group had just finished a fight, a camp overrun with bandits. Wyll scowled to himself, looking over the bodies strewed over the ground. The people had been innocent and he wished he had been faster. Movement catches the corner of his vision and he turns, watching as, slowly, a child comes out of the cave. They’re covered in dirt and blood but you smile and they take you hand. Wyll can’t the stop the soft look from coming onto his face as you begin the check for wounds. The world can be a dark place but you give him hope; it’s more than he deserves.

[thewizardhole]

[sabersandsnipers]

Drabbles: Just One Bed

Featuring: Astarion, Gale, Halsin, Lord Gortash

Inspiration courtesy of @creativepromptsforwriting

Astarion

There’s only one pillow. So you and Astarion have to share. Neither of you want the annoyance of waking up with neck pain. And after arguing for a bit, you realize neither of you is winning.

Despite trying his best to keep distance between you, it’s incredibly difficult while trying to share a pillow. His body cradles yours. His lips nearly touch the back of your neck. For a while he manages to keep his hands to himself, but as his eyes grow heavy, his arm snakes its way around your waist.

Your body feels like its on fire despite his cold skin. You’re worried the rapid beat of your heart will keep him awake.

Somehow sleep eventually finds you. In the middle of the night, you roll over to find a more comfortable position. When you wake up, you find your face buried in Astarion’s chest.

He himself hasn’t slept since you rolled into him. He’s kept his arm slung over you, though, and has listened to your steady breathing all night.

When you attempt to move away from him, his grip around you automatically tightens. You freeze, waiting for him to realize you’re awake, but he doesn’t let go. He doesn’t want to. He can’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed. Your body is warm and soft, and he never wants to leave this bed.

Gale

The bed is roomy, which you’re grateful for. There should be plenty of space for you two. There’s no blanket though, so Gale roots through the closet for one.

Gale clears his throat, and you turn your attention to him holding up a rather small blanket. One that definitely would not cover the whole bed.

“You have it,” he hands it to you. “I’ll be fine.”

You hesitate. “Are you sure?”

“Most definitely,” he replies, already making his way to the bed.

You climb in next to him, pulling the blanket up to your chin. It’s barely big enough to cover your own person. You look to Gale, who’s turned away from you. He looks so exposed, and frankly, uncomfortable.

“Gale?” you say.

“Hm?” he turns to look at you.

“Do you want to share?” you ask. You hold up the blanket so he can slide in.

He doesn’t need to be asked twice. He scooches over to you, and you let the blanket drop around you two. You let out a sigh of contentment as the warmth of Gale’s body presses against you. You usually run cold, so you’re grateful he accepted your offer.

He wraps his arms around you, because there’s no other way for you two to get comfortable. In the night, he even drapes a leg over you. You don’t mind, you even find yourself nuzzling into him, seeking every bit of warmth you can.

Halsin

A rainstorm tears your tent in the night. The cold splatter of rain on your face wakes you. Your bedroll is soaked, along with most of your belongings. You groan, getting out of bed so you can seek shelter with a companion. 

Out of all the tents before you, Halsin’s calls to you. You know it’ll be the warmest. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you make your way to his tent. 

You poke your head in. “Halsin?”

He wakes, an alarmed look on his face. “What is it?”

“My tent ripped. Can I stay with you?” A shiver slinks through your body. 

He nods. “Of course.”

He opens his bed roll a bit, and you see he’s naked. Your jaw drops. You hesitate, part of you feeling like you’re crossing a line. 

But then another shiver hits you, and you practically run into his arms. You sigh as you slide into the warmth of his bedroll. 

Halsin groans. “You’re freezing.” 

  “I know.” You don’t hesitate to press up against him, soaking in all his warmth. 

  “You’ll warm up soon,” he says, rubbing your back. Then his voice hits your ear. “You’d warm sooner if you removed your clothes as well.” 

Your stomach drops. You know if you do this, your companionship is going to get a bit complicated. But the thought of his hot skin against yours is too tempting.

He helps you out of your clothes, your heart fluttering the whole time. When you’re fully naked, he pulls you into his chest. Your heart pounds, but you relax against the heat of him. 

He fully cocoons you, wrapping a thick leg around you to pull you even closer. You feel your body start to warm, and the shivers start to cease. You try to ignore how perfectly lined up you are to him. You know sleep will be impossible like this, but it’s worth it to spend the night in his warm embrace.

Gortash

You may have had one drink too many. The wine Enver provided for you was far too good to go to waste. And waste you did not.  The last thing you remember is the soft cushioning of a bed before darkness took you. 

The harsh morning light wakes you. The first sensation that hits you is that of a pounding headache. The next is that of a pair of strong arms encircling you. 

Confusion hits you. You don’t remember going to bed with anyone. You feel your underwear is on, so nothing happened with whoever is in the bed with you. 

You slowly turn your body to see who this mystery person is. You’re met with the strong face of Lord Gortash. Butterflies fill your belly. He simply invited you over for dinner, and here he is letting you sleep in his bed. 

He’s sound asleep, his soft breathing evidence of the relaxed state he’s in. He’s sleeping shirtless, and you tentatively place your palms against his strong chest. You feel the strong muscles rippling under his skin. 

He stirs slightly and you quickly hide your face against his chest. He shifts, his chest hairs tickling your skin. His powerful arms hold you so gently.

With your headache forgotten, and Enver’s body sending waves of warmth through you, sleep finds you again.

[grievedeeply]

Hello there :) I see you take BG3 requests now, if it’s okay please could I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Dammon and Karlach falling for reader who always goes out of her way to help them with anything they need 💙💙

decided to take some liberties with this prompt and expand it out a bit to them just being super helpful overall as a person, but going out of their way to help them in particular lol. hope you enjoy anyways and thanks for the request! sorry if these are short I didn't want to be super repetitive

astarion, gale, wyll, dammon and karlach with a helpful s/o headcanons

astarion

he's used to you being incredibly helpful by now. helping out the tieflings in the grove, helping to rescue halsin from the goblin camp.. it's in your nature, he thinks

and with him, you acted the same. only your behaviors increased tenfold with him

you went out of your way to help him, and he isn't sure of why, really. but you won't see him complaining. the less work he has to do to make it by, the better.. and you seem happy to assist, so why not enjoy it?

you tend to offer your neck up to him whenever he's feeling particularly hungry. it's the first time you do this when astarion really realizes you're always a bit more attentive to him than with anyone else

still, he jumps at the opportunity for a free meal. it's not as though he doesn't appreciate it, but he'll always wonder what's going on in your mind whenever you decide to help him out in that way

he's used to being seductive and a bit flirty.. but he notices that with you it starts to feel different. he hates the thought of falling for you, feeling something real and genuine in that way wasn't exactly a familiar thing to him

but he knows you'd treat him well. after all.. you're already this helpful now. but if you were his? he could only imagine how things could change

gale

he doesn't understand it. why you're so helpful

he's very thankful for your help, but he wonders why you always make the extra time to find an artifact for him. days before he needs his next one, it's already in his hands, ready for consumption and it's always because of you

he doesn't want to overthink it. but he will

do you think that he's not as capable as everyone else? is it just out of the kindness of your heart? whatever the reason, he tries to refuse any unnecessary help

even though he appreciates it, he wants to see you spending more of your attention on yourself. he loves that you care for people and especially him, but he wants you to take care of yourself first and foremost

he realizes he's falling for you relatively quickly. no one else in his life had really looked out for him in the way you have. you're special. you're kind and you're.. lovely, really

he adores you, and he'll return your helpfulness in kind!

wyll

oh... wyll

he's so sweet. he's always looking out for you, just like you are for him. you're so incredibly protective of him, especially when mizora is involved

you're trying to find a loophole in his pact whenever you can, and he realizes he's falling for you as soon as he sees how serious you are about this whole thing

he falls hard. no one else had really shown him this type of care before, and he feels appreciated whenever he's with you. you see him as wyll. not just the blade of frontiers

he sees how much you care about other people, too. he sees your heart and your kindness, and he just adores it. it's hard to come by people as genuine as you. he counts himself lucky to even be in your life at all

dammon

he doesn't think he needs the help

he enjoys your company at the forge. you keep his mind occupied and you keep him talking. sometimes he gets so lost in his work that he forgets to eat or drink

but he still doesn't think he needs your help. he's used to doing everything by himself, and he's not exactly the biggest fan of change

but when you start organizing the materials and metals laid about.. it's really nice. he won't say anything or bring it up at all, but he does notice everything you do for him

you'll make him a snack every now and then. you'll tell him to take breaks— things that he forgets to do sometimes— and spend time with him when you're able to

he likes you. a lot. he doesn't admit it right away, but he knows he does. he feels the ache in his heart. he would be a fool to not like you

he'll tell you eventually. hopefully

karlach

she's beyond appreciative of you in general

you're so sweet. it's a big change from her life with zariel in the hells, so she jumps at the opportunity to talk to you whenever it arises

she notices how you jump to help whenever you can as soon as she meets you. after all, you believed her about the paladins when she was practically a stranger

karlach tells you about her infernal engine, and you're constantly trying to find the infernal iron she needs. wherever you go you're looking for it

it puts a smile on her face, knowing that you care so much about her..

she develops feelings for you pretty quickly. you're kind, you're able to see her as more than a soldier.. and that's more than she's had in a long time

a little unrelated, but she's so happy when she gets to touch you. like... over the moon happy

[simp-ly-writes]

Growing Together

Pairing: Spouse!Gale Dekarios x Spouse!Reader

Summary: Gale learns that the Dekarios clan is expecting a newest addition and his reaction was something you were not expecting to hear. Afterwards you prepare the home for the newcomer, preparing their room as your various friends throughout your adventures send their gifts and merry-wishes to you both.

Warnings: 1475 words, no mentions of pregnancy- only an "expected child."

A/N: Hope you all enjoy this- I was inspired by the Halsin relationship dialogue.

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

↳ When Gale gets shepherded by Tara out of his educational office and towards his mother's home- he is growing very weary. Various lines crease at his forehead in stress as the worst thoughts come to mind- is she sickly, are they sickly?- did someone attack us again, or is is Astarion scaring the kitchen staff during the middle of the night while looking for a bottle of wine from the cellars?

↳ The wizards thoughts overwhelmed his processing for simple thoughts as his purple robes twirl behind him in the wind- like kites drifting off in the breeze.

↳ Tara refuses to give up any information, a small smile hiding behind her whiskers are she only shakes her head, "I have told you before Mr. Dekarios- I am giving up NOTHING and that is final." She sasses him back while fluttering her wings in growing irritation to his pestering

↳ Gale waits at the door for a moment, his palms sweating- shaking in his boots for what awaited him behind the door

↳ When Gale enters the family home his mother awaits excitedly- almost hanging off his arm as soon as he enters the front door, he winces away from her squealing in his ear as she leads him upstairs and towards the greenhouse where you await smelling the various flowers beginning to bloom.

↳ He rushes up to you, taking you into his arms as he checks you from head to toe before pulling you into a hug, placing his chin atop your head while letting out a breath. Only pulling away to tuck a small kiss against the crown of your head before holding you that bit tighter.

↳ You pat his arm a few times before pleading for release, "Everything alright, love?- any chance you could loose your grip a little, I'm struggling to breathe a bit here dear."

↳ Gale lets go but still keeps an arm around your waist as he walks you both over to a bench with your backs to the sun, Tara cosy's herself on his lap as she purrs contently and Morena coos at the sign singing on how she should hire a painter to capture a portrait of you all together

↳ You all sit there a moment in silence as Gale's foot taps against the tiles anxiously, you place a hand on his knee- rubbing the surface of his pant leg in small circles as you look Morena in the eyes for conformation. She all but nods vigorously that has you in a slight chuckle while looking into Gale's eyes already awaiting your own

↳ You pick up your hand, smoothing out the wrinkles of his forehead, "There is no need for stressing just yet, my love. We have a lifetime of pleasures and pitfalls ahead of us but they are to be all the more valuable and educational with another by our side-"

↳ Gales eyes fall into ones of horror as he stumbles to come up with words to his racing thoughts, he begins to stand before deciding it's better to sit as Tara moves off his lap and into your own- eyeing his reaction while also protecting you if in improbable outburst were to occur

↳ "Now darling- I thought we already discussed this! I am not wishing to share you- dice you up into little edible pieces for anyone but myself to enjoy in this lifetime," Gale states while gripping your hands in his own as he pleads the words to you.

↳ Morena sits across you both, horror across her features as she spits out her tea. Her face is covered in red as she tries to process the words she never thought to be hearing from her son out of all things, the little bookworm and professor himself

↳ You throw your head back in laughter, reeling back in memories of that encounter as you shake your head and try to calm your breathing, "Oh Gale sweetheart- I know we already went over that. We are beyond past that- Merlin!- I decided to marry you silly," you say while giving his cheek a kiss.

↳ "What I have been meaning to tell you is... we are expecting a child! How wonderful is that- the Dekarios clan is expanding!" you state proudly while Morena claps and cheers in the background

↳ Gale's cheeks flush an apple red as he tilts his head away- trying to hide his embarrassment. You allow him as much time as he needs in order to process the information as you pick up your own tea cup, sipping while patiently awaiting for your man to come back down to earth

↳"By Merlin's beard I am at a loss for words- truly," you wince at the start to his sentence as Tara stands, expanding her wings to protect you and Morenas eyes go wide as she begins to formulate a scolding

↳ Gale continues to speak- quicker now, "I-I am overjoyed my love! I think to be going through shock as of current- my! we are to be a family!" The Wizard proclaims before throwing his body into your lap and kissing up your neck to your lips with a wide smile.

↳ Tara yelps loudly before exiting the space underneath the Wizards body and joining Morena who cries happily and dabs her tears off, blowing her nose while fanning her face. Tara tilts her head, observing you both with a small smile coating her feline features, she is happy for the both of you yet her mind is wary of a mimi Gale reaking havoc over the house once more

↳ "We are to teach the of magic my dear! We will tell them the stories of our adventures- introduce them to our closet friends from realms beyond and celebrate every day we share!" Gale cheers as you snuggle into his chest, releasing relieved giggles as you look up at him, capturing lips as you thread his fingers through his brown locks

↳ When you both return to the tower, Gale is already going into dad-mode. Baby-proofing the whole estate while also cursing at the hundreds of dangerous magical artefacts and journals he now has to hide away. You observe from afar, shaking your head before trying to built a crib upstairs with Tara offering commentary at your stuggles while licking her palm from a windowsill

↳ The room was painted a dark blue as you painted the various constellation's and supernatural creates across the ceiling and walls- they shimmered in gold as the plush fur rug warmed your feet- a gift from Halsin

↳ The floorboards are a dark wood that gleam's in the moonlight, Wyll had gifted your family a oil-lamp zoetrope of a magic-user casting various spells as it spun its pictures. You remember collapsing into Gales arms at the sight, crying tears of happiness while Gale laughed in disbelief. It was magical without a single spell being casted- just the same as when the child arrived into his arms

↳ "you are magic," were the first words Gale produced while holding the small-being in his arms for the first time, rocking him against his bare chest as you hummed while warming up some food for the infant

↳ A small music box played in the background, courtesy of Shadowheart (Astarion had added a bottle of wine with the note, good luck, attached to the neck), you could only shake your head at their antics before opening the next gift from Laezel- it was a child-sized sword that had Gale shaking his head, "We will be raising them on magic and texts, not blades and blood."

↳ "maybe some fight training would not be bad- darling. In this world, you can never be too sure," you remark while taking the child into your arms, bouncing them as they reach up towards the various stars on the ceiling

↳ Gale open's the next gift from Karlach, a little jumper sits nicely folded besides the few ashes that fall from out of the box and on to the floor. It has a print of small flames that warm your heart greatly. A final gifts sits aside, Gale's mother had requested for you both to open this one together, you place the child in the crib as Gale commands the bed to rock gently before pulling you out into the hall with a kiss

↳ The large box sits in the foyer as you look to Gale, he nods for you to open it as you excitedly do so before falling back, there sits a portrait of you all- just as Morena said she would do. It hangs in the hallway just outside the child's room as you both take turns getting up throughout the night- but you both couldn't be more content.

[dekariosclan]

[asylummint]

Can I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, and Halsin with oblivious gn s/o?

Absolutely! goodness i love Baldur's gate man

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Astarion:

Astarion is initially drawn to his oblivious significant other's innocence and purity, finding it intriguing and captivating compared to the darkness of his own past. He's enchanted by their untainted view of the world, which serves as a stark contrast to his jaded outlook.

Despite their obliviousness, Astarion finds his significant other's innocence endearing and feels a very strong desire to protect them, he often shielding them from the harsh realities of the world with his wit and charm.

Astarion employs a mix of subtle hints and playful teasing to catch his significant others attention, enjoying the challenge of unraveling their obliviousness while finding amusement in their innocent reactions.

He struggles to hide his genuine emotions in the presence of his significant other, his usual charm giving way to moments of vulnerability and sincerity as he opens up about his past and his fears for the future.

Astarion enjoys engaging in daring escapades and thrilling adventures with his significant other, relishing the opportunity to share his world with them and watch them discover it with fresh eyes, all while feeling a sense of protectiveness and affection for their innocence.

Gale:

Gale is drawn to his significant others lack awareness at first. He finds it both amusing and endearing compared to his own intellectual pursuits. He's fascinated by their ability to find joy and wonder in the simplest of things, which is a refreshing break from his scholarly endeavors.

Gale finds his significant others innocence refreshing and he very much enjoys engaging with them in deep conversations and philosophical debates, eager to broaden their horizons and challenge their perspectives.

Gale employs his vast knowledge and eloquence to catch their significant other's attention, often engaging them into thought provoking discussions that leave them pondering long after their conversations end, all while admiring their genuine curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

he struggles to hide his fascination and admiration for his significant other, his usual composure giving way to moments of genuine warmth and affections as he finds himself always drawn to them.

gale enjoys sharing his knowledge and insights with his significant other, relishing the opportunity to inspire and enlighten them as they navigate the complexities of life together.

Wyll:

Wyll is initially drawn to his significant others genuine kindness and sincerity, finding it both refreshing and endearing compared to the world around them. He's touch by their capacity for empathy and compassion which serves as a light in the darkness.

Wyll finds his significant others innocence charming and feels a strong desire to support them in any endeavors, he often serves as their steadfast ally and champion in the face of adversity.

Wyll employs acts of bravery and selflessness to catch his significant others attention, often placing their well-being above his own and earning their admirations and gratitude in the process, all while marveling at their unwavering faith and optimism.

He struggles to hide his loyalty and want for affection from his significant other, his usual bravado giving away to moments where he's strikingly vulnerable and very tender.

Wyll enjoys engaging in shared hobbies and activities with his significant other, he cherishes the simple moments and strengthening their connection through simple things.

Halsin:

Halsin is intrigued by his significant others innocence and lack of awareness, he finds it both endearing and startling compared to his own deep connection to nature. He's captivated by their purity of heart and their ability to see beauty everywhere, much like himself.

Halsin has a very strong urge to teach his significant other about the wonders of nature, while all the same protecting them

Halsin employs acts of nature magic and serenity to catch his significant others attention, often using his connection to the elements to create moments of awe and wonder that leave them spellbound, all while admiring their capacity for wonder and curiosity.

Halsin is very in tune with his emotions and sees no reason in trying to hide them, he loves having moments of quiet appreciation and affection as he is always drawn to their innocence and purity.

Halsin enjoys exploring the wonders of wilderness with his significant other, relishing the opportunity to share his deep connection to nature with them and deepen their bond as their journey together, all while feeling a profound sense of peace and contentment in their presence.

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woo!!! another one down! i love writing for these guys man i love baldurs gate much!!!