#gale make me part of it now 😭

[pondering-gales-left-orb]

Some headcannons about Tara and Gale because they make me emotional:

- Gale was a cheeky kid and a cheeky teen and is a cheeky adult always coming up with crazy ideas To which he would tell Tara Enthusiasticly every single time even though she would always initially say no to but he loves sharing

-Tara would then respond by being flabbergasted and wack him on the back of his head with her tail you would hear "Mr. Dekarios!!!!! Good heavens NO"

- but Gale would spend hours explaing to her his very sound plan(not sound at all) and she would eventually agree as long as she tags along

- Tara would often give Gale the look TM that mothers give thier children to get them to sit the fuck down except Tara does it to adult almost 40 year old Gale and you bet your ass he sits the fuck down knowing fully that he is an adult and can just not listen but he does with a smile although some part of him is still scared of that look and the tail smack

- Gale likes to pick up Tara when she is mad and lecturing him with the biggest smile on his face giving her a big ass forhead kiss and starts carrying her in his arms to which she protests to but never stops him and she is definitely capable of doing it but she secretly likes it soshe never does

- Tara has definitely taken gale out of some pesky situations when he was younger and stubbornly refused to listen by biting his collar and flying/teleporting away to which he would sulk about for days

-Tara likes to Tag along to any adventure Gale goes on not only because she needs to keep and eye on him or the fact that she enjoys adventuring but also because she has alot of fun sampling the pigeons of the diffrent regions and also the occasional wing in Gale's face in semi serious situations

- Gale loves carrying around Tara in his tower she either perches on his shoulder or is tucked in his arm like the books he carries

- Gale sometimes forgets to feed himself but never forgets to feed Tara even thou she can hunt fornerself he spends an hour making her gourmet Tressym food.

-there is definitely a food bowl and a soft cushion ontop one of the highest bookshelves in his room because its Tara's favorite place besides his lap

- Gale loves it when his mom vists and spends time with Tara but also kinda dreads it Because it means double the lectures but its endearing enough for him to sit there smiling and listening

- when both are in the house you often here "Gale!! Mr. Dekarios!!" At the same time

-he gets tail smacked twice as much when his mom is around because it makes his mom laugh

- gale often subconsciously reaches out over his shoulder to grab tara gently and hug/cuddle/kiss her and place her on his lap

[diorsluv]

casual , part 8

“ so now when we kiss ”

series m. list previous chapter

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next chapter notes ) this is my way of coping through the pain of being a stars fan anyways should ethan n rosie finally get together 🫢

tags: @dancerbailey3 @hughesfein @loveforaugust @alwaysclassyeagle @love4ldr @inhoodmood @bunting58 @crazycat-ladys-blog @smoooore @bunbunbl0gs @lilasianmeat

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MALE BG3 COMPANIONS TURN ONS/KINKS +18

FEMALE BG3 COMPANIONS

NON-COMPANIONS/NON-ORIGIN COMPANIONS

A/N: i limited myself to just 5 per companion otherwise this would get wayyyy too long lol but if u guys want pt. 2 let me know 💗

ASTARION

CORRUPTION

ok this is mostly because he has more than one instance in the game where he mentions virgins lol. i think he would totally get off on "corrupting" someone inexperienced and sweet, like i can see him loving the idea of teaching u or showing u new things. will poke fun at how innocent u are and the whole time he's ROCK fucking hard 😭😭

BRAT TAMING

this man loves to play games. he likes people who have nerve but mostly because it feels so good to put them in their place. the act of MAKING u obey is so hot to him and soooo fun (he’s also into how it humiliates u by making u submit)

AGE DIFFERENCE

NOW LISTEN !!! LISTEN he is OLD !!!! as FUCK !!! he's been alive a longggg time. i think it probably turns him on to be more experienced than u not only in bed but in general. ok i will come clean i'm thinking of the conversation he has with wyll about the word "agog". like secretly he probably loves that ur so young and dumb 💗 (even if ur not actually young, just young in comparison to him) he feels some kind of superiority when he bestows his old man wisdom upon u ⚡️🧙‍♂️ also it prolly adds some "forbidden" or "taboo" feeling to the sex that he likes 🤫

BONDAGE

the fact that u trust him enough to do something like this is so hot. he likes to watch u struggle against the restraints while he teases or overstimulates u. probably the type to use silk or fluffy handcuffs lol. afterwards he’ll kiss any bruises/marks left behind (the best part)

DACRYPHILIA

I ALWAYS SAY THIS IM SORRY but since he has that sadistic side i genuinely think he's into seeing u cry. the sounds/faces u make and seeing u reduced to such a vulnerable state. will try to overstimulate u to the point of tears so he can wipe them off ur face and make u clean them from his fingers hehe 💗

GALE

TEMPERATURE PLAY

OF COURSE this mf is using magic for this. he'll get pretty creative with it too— ooh wait bondage using ICE restraints??? yes ??? no ??? can he do that ??? anyway. he will tease a lot by switching between hot and cold, mostly because he loves watching how u react. likes if u use it on him too but not as much as he likes using it on u.

EXHIBITIONISM/VOYEURISM

i think he’s the type of dude to want to watch u touch yourself. and vice versa. will also want to jerk off while watching clone!gale fuck u. he’ll want to fuck in places where u guys might get caught too, mostly because he wants to show u off and make other people envious

SEX TOYS

^^ like i said before he’ll want to watch u use toys on urself, also might like it if u let him tell u how to use it. he’ll use some too, but usually only if u want to watch him use it on himself (or if u use them on each other obv). he doesn’t really use them much alone. the exhibition part is what’s most exciting to him

FACESITTING

probably one of his favorite positions honestly. he just really likes to eat u out and he’s soooo good at it. loves the feeling of ur weight on his body and how u grind against his face. it also gives him lots of access to ur thighs so he can squeeze and kiss them 💗💗

CLONING

i already mentioned how he’ll watch clone!gale fuck u. but he will also want to tag team/double team u with clone!gale 😭😭. can he do clones of other people? if he can he might also like making a clone of u too. that would be the craziest foursome ever holy shit LMAOO imagine getting fucked by URSELF (he would be so into watching that honestly that’s a gale top 3 fantasy moment)

WYLL

BREEDING

i think he wants to have so many babies. and to stuff u full of babies. filling u up with his cum is so hot to him and he will go multiple rounds just to really get it in there LMAO also really likes the way his cum looks when it’s leaking out of u 💗

PRAISE

he loves to give AND receive praise. he will tell u how ur doing so good for him and how beautiful u look. BUT he also wants u to tell him how good he’s making u feel and how handsome he is (he’ll lowkey get kind of insecure if ur too quiet, he really feeds off of how u respond) he also likes praise in the form of noises too if ur too shy to say anything lol

ROLEPLAY

i think he would he into roleplaying a little bit. particularly him being a knight and u being his prince/princess. will want u to dress the part and everything. he really gets off seeing u in the regal get up— i don’t think he would go too overboard with the knight thing though (like putting on an entire steel knight outfit 😭😭 that would take too long to get off. he’d combust) but he’ll prolly put on a little chainmail or something if u want.

CLOTHED SEX

yeah he’s going to want to fuck u with the princess/prince fit ON. but also i think he’d really be into dry humping tbh….. like if he’s saving himself until marriage then i don’t think he sees dry humping as real sex so it’s okay ooohh that’s so naughty wyll 😈😈 probably loves to watch u get off on his thigh through ur clothes

SENSORY DEPRIVATION

THIS…… might be far fetched…… but i feel like he’d be into this. like blindfolding (yes he’d let u blindfold him too), wearing gloves when u touch each other and etc….. wait the gloves is actually so hot though like leather gloves? imagine he blindfolds u and then touches u with the gloves on…. ooh baby

FEMALE BG3 COMPANIONS

NON-COMPANIONS/NON-ORIGIN COMPANIONS

[blkgirl-writing]

I love your touch starved Gale so much 😭❤️ honestly it's so tender and yum haha

Do you have an A-Z/Alphabet NSFW thing for Gale??? 🙏

I do now!!! I totally forgot abut Alphabet stuff, if ya'll want one for every character let me know, I'm working on Astarion right now!

Gale Dekarios NSFW alphabet (x reader)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Gale is kind and caring, he will always make sure you get what you need before he really relaxes. Sex isn't over for him until you're taken care of, aftercare is a part of the sexual experience to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Creampie every time, though after eating you out he has stopped to cum on your thighs.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not that much of a secret since anyone who looked at his underwear knows, it's self jerk off underwear. Honestly I think he's used them during battle when you look extra hot. Trying really hard not to show that he's pleasuring himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Gale is fairly experenced, having a few mortal hookups/relationships and obviously a long fling with Mystra that left him a bit sexually traumatized (and generally very traumatized). He's had enough sex to know what he wants but still open to try new things.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Side fucking is his favorite for sure, it's easy to get away with while camping with the others as well. Also plowing you from behind while you lay on your stomach is a favorite, as he can kiss your neck or hold down your waist.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very serious. Once he gets in that mood there's no getting him out of it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's trimmed for your pleasure, otherwise he'd definitely just forget.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Gale is a great mix of romantic, passionate, and filthy. Everything does hand in hand very well, he can absolutely run a train through you in astral protections with gangbanging you with literally just clones of himself, but he will still whisper sweet and romantic things, still check if you need to stop or if anything is too much.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Gale cry jerks like all the time lmao. Guilty masturbation is something he has mastered. Thinking about you before you get sexually involved? he will feel guilty.

How he jerks off is two different ways. The only way he can really cum is by grinding on something, his hand, the bed, his enchanted underwear, etc... But he doesn't need to cum. So he also jerks off with his hand behind the rocks near the beach in act 1s camp.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This is gonna be a hear-me-out kind of situation.

Semi public sex kink. in front of windows, on balconies, middle of the forrest, etc.

lil bit of a jealousy thing, leaves hickies on your neck to show that ya'll fuck good.

he wouldn't do anything to harm you, so anything thats too 'harsh" is a no no for Gale.

thigh fucking kink?

sweaty kink?? cause battling? that whole speech was one of the most sexually charged things I have read.

lil bit of a breeding kink, not with actually getting pregnant, but definitely the deep creampies and keeping his cum in you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Gale cannot WAIT to fuck you in every single inch of his tower. Whenever he pictures fucking you, he pictures you in his home. It's kinda romantic.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, any glance at you will get him going. Like an instant hard on. If he looks at you too long, boner. if he looks at your thighs or butt? Boner. Slightly low cut top? Boner. Battling? Boner.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never do anything to hurt you, the most he'd do is wax play.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. This man GIVES. He fucks to serve. He wants your pleasure, he doesn't cum til you do, no matter what. If that means he won't cum, then he won't cum. If he could spend all day between your legs he would.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sensual but fast and hard. This man pounds.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He hadn't ever been able to not last a while before you, now, he can actually do quickies, which infatuates him for a while so you have a lot of quickies for a time. But usually everything lasts an hour or so.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Gale is down to try just about anything you'd want, but he definitely already knows what he likes most.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Shockingly he can go for awhile. He will need to just lay for a while because he definitely isn't made for long sessions, he just ignores his knee and back pain for you until he absolutely can't.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

We all know he will, can, and has used magic hand during sex. Does copies of him count as toys as well?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Gale isn't one to tease much. Verbally, sometimes, yes, telling you how hot you are, how good you look, etc, while having no time to slip away to fuck.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I feel like Mystra wanted him silent, so he's working on getting more vocal during sex. But he doesn't moan loudly, sometimes whimpers or gasps.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Gale absolutely reads smut. We know this kinda from his diagram books basically, but I think he has a whole bookshelf dedicated to smut. His favorite being wlw.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Said this before but honestly? I watched something and that dick that was shown just screamed Gale to me, so I'm revising my HC and saying Gale is 7 inches, girthy, and curved upwards and slightly to the left, it absolutely fucks. Like tied with best dick of the group, tied with Wyll and his ribbed cock.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Gales sex drive is very dependant on you. If he's thinking about you or around you? very high. On his own? slightly above average.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends. After a long fuck, literally instantly after he checks to see if you need anything. after astral fucking he feels energized, after a quickie he feels a bit tired but fine overall.

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this is a bit self indulgent to request lol but i’m very partial to any hunger games au just so my babies arent as traumatized by the end lmao😭

maybe pirate!finnick x reader where they take r captive? finnick brings her some food and makes sure the other pirates keep away from r

anon, i do not know how i feel about this one. i absolutely loved this request, but i may have screwed up the pic. apologies 🙏 i tried using second person for the first time also. the beginning may be confusing, please bear with me

a simple mistake

pairing pirate!finnick odair x maid!reader

summary when the pirates of the mockingjay planned to kidnap the princess, they thought everything would go smoothly. however, there's one big problem: they kidnapped the wrong girl.

warnings unedited shitty writing, kidnapping, guns, gale, modern language in a different time period

Wherever you were, it was dark. Or maybe it was just the blindfold.

It felt like moments ago that you were tucked cozily into her bed, your body encased by down. There was a crash somewhere in the castle - down the hall? You were only half awake as cloth that smelled like dirt and saltwater wrapped itself tightly around your eyes, and you were dragged from her slumber.

This was a mistake. A horrible, horrible mistake. Tried tried to explain this to her captors as they tugged her, but all you could muster was a few muffled noises over the bitter-tasting gag tied around you. To their credit, those holding you right now were strong and fast: they kept a tight grip on her arm while being able to shove you forward at a fast pace. Lost in your panic, you didn't catch what they were saying to each other: "Are you sure this is her?" "Yes, I'm sure. To the right, four doors down from the window."

"Your right or his right?" "The right of the window!"

They kept their tone hushed as they began to descend a staircase. In the back of your mind, you recognized the pattern in which the steps descended: one, two, three, four, turn, five, six, seven, eight, turn - they were headed down the servant's staircase in the back of the castle. There was an exit hatch at the bottom.

With little hope, you thrashed in their grip. As expected, they handled it with ease. The thought that this may be a normal occurrence swirled in your brain, inciting more and more fear.

"Would you stop? It's hard enough going down these steps without someone kicking at me," the person to your left huffed. His tone was odd. For being the perpetrator of a kidnapping, there was no biting edge to his words.

Your bare feet hit the dewy grass with no warning. In between racing thoughts and heaved breaths, you'd made it to the exit. It was summer, but the coolness of the night air settled over your skin and made you shiver. You were only in your night shift, after all: shabby cloth that provided a nearly sufficient amount of modesty.

Boom!

The noise has you screaming against the cloth as the two holding you swear.

Boom!

There it was again, loud and threatening.

“Guards are a worse shot than I thought,” the man to your left says as they pick up the pace.

Boom!

Oh, God, the guards were shooting at them — were shoot at you! Hushed prayers are whispered from your lips, though, they’re unintelligible. The person to your right must pick up on the trembling in your body because they begin moving at an impossibly faster speed. You wonder how they haven’t fainted by now, how you haven’t fainted by now.

“Don’t worry,” they say, speaking to you through the gunshots, “Never had cargo die on us before. Plus, it’s not you they’re shooting at, it’s us.”

This does nothing to quell your fears, but a new sensation under your feet works to distract your ever rushing mind. If it wasn’t for the two people practically carrying you, you would be sinking in the soft earth beneath you. It was a bit coarse, but delicate, and parted to make way for your feet. Was it sand? There was yelling in all directions: next to you, behind, in front. Then you hit an incline, and the softness of the sand roughened under your feed. You were rocking, too, and not just you, the ones holding you up. There was a crash entirely unlike the sound of the guns, and another sway — oh, fuck.

This was a ship.

“They’re on us!” One of them screamed as you plateaued to a surface

“In a minute, they won’t even see us,” a gruff voice responded, seemingly unfazed by nearing sound of gunshots. There was a loud groan and suddenly, you were moving. Though the two still had a strong hold on you, you stumbled as the ship began to move. The gunshots, which had been getting louder, were sounding much more distant. Even if it was only a minute or two since you’d been hoisted onto the ship, it felt like hours.

“I was hoping this would be a clean job, y’know, no—” The gruff voice which had spoken before stopped. You could hear an unsteady breath as footsteps neared you.

“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me.”

And then there was light, nearly blinding from the amount of time you’d spent in the dark. The owner of the voice ripped the cloth from your eyes in one swoop, and you cringed at the bleeding dawn along the horizon.

“What?” You whipped your head to the left, finding a tall older boy with dark brown hair and bright eyes.

“This is not the Princess.” You could now see the owner of the gruff voice, who was a middle-aged man with greasy, chin length blonde hair and scruff around his chin. His eyes were trained on you as he spoke.

“What?” The boy repeated.

“You grabbed the wrong goddamn girl, Gale,” the man’s voice boomed.

“I told you something was off,” the man on the right — tall and bald — groaned.

“Why the hell did you not say that before you kidnapped her?” The blonde man huffed.

“I did!” He argued back.

“What are we gonna do with her?” Gale spoke up.

“I…I don’t know,” the blonde sighed, “We can’t go back now, not like this. They’ll have the land and water covered in an hour. Just take her down.”

“Haymitch, I’m really—”

“Just take her down, Gale,” Haymitch, the blonde man, repeated in a stern tone. The boy bowed his head, and the bald man followed suit, turning you and hauling you away from the front of the deck. Had you not been so dimmed with exhaustion from running from gunfire and screaming against the gag in your mouth, you may have done a little more fighting during that conversation. Instead, you studied the crew of the ship who were running around as though you didn’t exist. They shouted at each other, likely still executing their speedy getaway off the main island. As they lead you to the door at the middle of the dock, you noticed Gale eyeing you.

“You’re…not the Princess?” He asked quietly.

“She can’t speak,” the bald man rolled his eyes before taking the gag from your mouth. Immediately, you heaved in a deep breath, finding that the air was still salty even without the seawater-flavored gag.

“You’re not?” Gale repeated his question as though you didn’t hear him.

“No.” You found your voice to be hoarse, but forceful as you glared at him. In finding this voice, questions exploded from your mouth.

“What the hell is going on? Let me go! Why did you take me? Where am I?” They ignored these questions.

“We should’ve asked her first,” the bald man groaned.

“She would’ve said ‘no’ even if she was the Princess!” Gale yelled. They pushed past the door and lead you down the steps to a small hall. They turned onto the first room.

“Well, we’re here,” Gale sighed, letting go of your arm. Your limbs felt like jelly from being pulled and shoved for so long, however, you tried your hand at pushing past them and running. The question of where you would go was a thought for later.

“Woah,” the bald man immediately grabbed ahold of you as you attempted your escape, “Please try to stay put, alright? There’s not many places for you to go.”

“Why am I here?” You asked again, your tone laced with anger.

“Just sit tight for a while, okay?” Gale spoke awkwardly as he and the other man kept you still.

“Sit tight?” You repeated indignantly.

“Please just go sit, I don’t want to tie you up,” the bald man sighed. To your surprise, there was genuine sympathy in his voice. Even so, you stared at them, unmoving. This silent chess match carried on for another thirty seconds before a groan left Gale, and he shoved you to the floor. Your behind hit the floor hard, and before you could scramble to pick yourself up, they were out the door. You got to your feet and helplessly tried the doorknob, but it was already locked.

“That was just plain rude,” you could hear the muffled voice of the bald man through the door, “What’s wrong with you, man?”

“She wasn’t moving,” Gale’s voice was somewhat unfazed.

“You’re an ass, really.” The voices faded out, and it was then, for the first time in what seemed like forever, that you were alone. The room was small, wooden, and windowless. There was a cot with a threadbare blanket and a sorry excuse for a pillow on one end and a tattered table and chair on the other.

You tried to find ways to occupy yourself: banging on the door, screaming, punching the pillow, questioning God, picking at the wood, acquiring splinters. Any amount of time could’ve passed: seconds, minutes, hours, days. Well, maybe not days, but it felt like it. You were laying on the cot, counting the rings in the ceiling when the lock jostled. You sat straight up, jumping from your bed when the door opened. You rushed at the entry, only to be blocked by a rough hand.

“They said you’re quick,” a mellow voice followed the hand. This wasn’t the man who demanded you were taken here or either of the ones who followed his orders; he was new. Sandy blonde hair that gently spiked on his head, tanned skin, likely from his days on the deck, dark blue eyes, and pink lips that stretched into a crooked smile. While one of his arms kept you secure, the other held a tray with a portion of bread, a bowl, and a metal cup.

“What is going on?” You asked gruffly.

“I can tell you, but you have to promise you won’t run the second I step away from this door,” he said, looking a bit more calm than one might expect. You, still staring him down, considered the options, and with a relenting sigh, backed away. He entered the room, that easy smile still on his face as he shut the door behind him.

“So,” He spoke, eyeing you, “I take it you’re not the Princess.”

“No, I am not,” you responded, voice terse with frustration.

“I see,” he nodded, then gestured towards the cot for you to sit. You obliged cautiously. As far as kidnappings went, this one was rather polite — but it was still a kidnapping.

“I can assure you that the plan was not to kidnap you,” he sighed, taking a seat at the table. He extended the tray of food towards you, but you don’t take it. Not yet.

“And what was the plan?” You asked, eyebrow cocked.

“Well, darlin’,” he began, “The plan was to kidnap the Princess and ransom her back. Take that money and spread it across the islands, give back to those who need it.” Suspicion peaked in you, and it was obvious he could tell, because his smile stretched further.

“What, don’t believe me?” He hummed, cocking his head.

“Would you trust someone who stole you?” You fired back. He laughed gently at that.

“Probably not, but you’re lucky it was instead of anyone else,” he spoke.

“Lucky?” You repeated with a scoff.

“Darlin’, this ship we’re on? It’s the Mockingjay,” he set his palm on his knee. This struck a chord; the Mockingjay. You’d heard of them before, just rumors. Some called them the gentle pirates, others called them weaklings. They took what they wanted with force, but never caused any casualties.

“I’m Finnick,” he interrupted your thoughts suddenly, extending his hand, “And I’m just dying to know your name.”

Though you took his hand with reluctance, you didn’t speak a word. This creased a wrinkle along his forehead.

“I think it’s best if we do introductions now rather than later,” he said, keeping his deep blue eyes on you. A sigh escaped you before you turned from his gaze and towards the ceiling.

“Y/n,” you replied quietly.

“Pretty name. Wish we were meeting under different circumstances, but I’ll take what I can get,” he grinned, “Who are you, Y/n?”

“I’m a maid,” you spoke, unsure why you replied instead of ignoring him, “The Princess’s Lady in Waiting. Her companion.”

“Ah, I see,” he hummed, “That’s why you had yourself a room up there. You and the Princess close?” You don’t respond to this, jaw clenched.

“I’m sorry for this, Y/n, truly,” he frowned, “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

“But it was a kidnapping all the same,” you sigh.

“You’re right. You’re right, but we’re not perfect people. We do what we have to. And right now,” he grabbed the tray once more, extending it towards you, “I have to make sure you eat.”

“Aren’t you supposed to give me the tray and leave?” You glared at him.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, the tray still in his hands, “I guess I do what I want. And I want to sit with you while you eat.”

“Why?” You don’t let up with your accusing gaze.

“I wouldn’t want a pretty lady starving on my ship. That would just break my heart,” he grinned. Another second of silence.

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked, a weak shudder in your voice betraying your cold stare. It would make sense, after all: you were useless. The King wouldn’t pay a ransom for a maid.

“What?” The question seemed to genuinely shock him, “No, oh, God, no. I wouldn’t lay a hand on you.”

“What about them out there? The rest of the crew?” You gestured to the door.

“They wouldn’t either, but even if they tried, I wouldn’t let them get to you,” he spoke, surprisingly reassuring, “You’re not going to be killed, I can assure you of that.”

You swallowed hard, finally looking back at him to see the genuine look in his eyes. He seemed kind, which was strange. Was it some sort of manipulation tactic? A means to an end?

“Are you going to eat, or should I start spoon-feeding you?” He asked, that easy smile appearing on his face once more. Hesitantly, you took the plate from his hands. He stayed there, sitting across from you, watching you lift the cup to your mouth. Sadly, you couldn’t deny your manners, and before you took a sip, you looked at him.

“Thank you, Finnick,” you mumbled.

“My pleasure, Darlin’,” he replied, grinning as you tucked into your meal.

[brotherwtf]

GUYS 😭😭 thank you so much for 100 followers!!! I am so honored to be making content for this fandom, and am even more honored that you all like the stuff I am writing. As a huge thank you, I'm working on the Trophy Wife Gale and Criminal John fic (your wish is my command!)

Here's a small drabble from what I'm working on rn

Their bedroom is large, decorated entirely by Gale, and Gale spends most of his days here alone, waiting for John. Against the far wall is their bed, king-sized and draped with silk sheets that Gale now flings himself on top of. He shimmies up against the headboard and watches John walk up to the edge of the bed, placing his hands on the sheet, and start to crawl up towards him. Gale tsks, placing a booted foot on John’s forehead, forcing him to stop in his tracks. John groans, but stops in place, falling to the bed below. Gale keeps his boot on John’s face, groaning when John peeks his tongue out to lave over the leather. 

“I need you to promise me something, John,” Gale rasps, pressing his boot harder against John’s face until he’s pushed back an inch.  John makes a choked sound at the pressure on his face but doesn’t bend. 

“Anything,” He mutters, attempting to look up toward Gale with the boot still planted firmly on his cheek. 

“Never,” Gale begins, digging the heel into the soft give of John’s cheek and relishing when he hears a sharp intake of breath, “leave me for that long again,”

John nods almost desperately and Gale chuckles, dropping his foot to the bed below him and allowing John to finish the crawl up towards him. He shifts the toothpick in his mouth until it’s between his two front teeth and he grins around it. John planted himself in front of Gale, knees on either side of his hips and arms bracketing Gale’s head, firmly gripping the headboard. 

Again, thank you guys so much! I am so happy to be a part of this fandom, and you guys make my day every day! 💕💕

[candyk0rn]

hi hi hi!! i just read your bg3 headcannons and the way you write astarion and gale is so on brand!! i love the way you write! its a follow for me :> my older sister is the one who is into bg3 (i only know basically everything due to her rambles LMAO) and i read them out loud with her listening while she did her laundry and she loved them sm! thanks for being the source of my sister's serotonin

i also saw that your requests are open, and my older sister would like to make a request :)) she was wondering if you could write wedding planning/wedding ceremony headcannons for the characters?! She was so sad she didn't get to see any wedding related scenes with Gale after the game events ;-;

Wedding preparations-BG3

I’m literally going to cry that’s one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me 😭 I’m so happy your sister and yourself like my writing so much, it gives me so so so much joy that you both enjoy it. Also I agree, Larian Studios should add a wedding dlc or something 🙏🏻 (Also since you weren’t exactly specific, I’ll do Astarion and Gale because it sounds like those are your favs!!)

Before reading: Fluff, gn reader, Astarion x reader, Gale x reader

Astarion:

After his journey with you and the other companions, he’s sure that he wants to spend eternity with you

He’s never thought of romance, he wasn’t able to when he was a slave to Cazador

But now that he’s free, and now that he’s with you, he’s sure that he shall never love again if he loses you

You’re the one who has to actually bring up the thought of marriage,

He knows he will forever stay with you wether you marry or not

He lets you do all of the planning, as long as he gets to pick the guests

He doesn’t want anything too extravagant, shockingly

Just you, your eternal bond, and your closest companions

That’s all he really wants for a ceremony

He doesn’t ask for much, because he’s never put any thought on marriage or anything like that

He asks you if it’s alright to take your surname, for he wishes to part with his old life and start anew with you at his side

Planning is easy with him around, but expect him to jokingly complain here and there lol

Gale:

Bro has never been more sure of anything in his life

He wanted to marry you the moment he laid his eyes on you

After your long, dangerous journey rehearsing the Absolute, he makes it his mission to propose to you

He just wants to take you back to Waterdeep, have you meet his mother, and finally settle down

He’s been through so much, a comfortable life with you would have him die a happy man

When it comes to the actual planning, he would like to keep everything equal

As long as you agree with everything, he’s happy. (and vice versa)

Like Astarion, he doesn’t want anything over the top or extremely fancy

A simple, fun wedding with the traditional dancing and close friends and family is all he really wants in a ceremony like this one

Also you cannot convince me he doesn’t bring Tara (his cat) to the wedding omg

He just wants to make this day special for the both of you

It’s a day he shall never forget, after all

Thanks for reading!

[divinesolas]

Can I request something like where Ethan is ghostface obviously and the reader is Dewey Riley's adoptive kid and she kinda blames Gale for what happened to her father and that encourages Ethan to put gale up on the list and forward to the reveal where detective bailey wants to shoot the reader and then she admits to being pregnant and that makes Ethan change since he knows he's the father and is spared from death because Sam and Tara saw he was doing what he did just to get his father's approval and they lie to the core 4 saying Ethan wasn't one of the killers because he promised to be better for the sake of his child?

a/n | i am so sorry this took so long 😭 i kinda glossed over the gale part, definitely not my best work

warnings | murder, angst? fluff ending, kind of rushed? not proofread

Sam puts a protective arm in front of you while Bailey and the two ghost faces stare you all down. You spaced out as you felt like you could barely breathe, you didn't want to die. You blocked out whatever Bailey was talking about, whatever long monologue he was giving. When one of the ghostface’s lifts their hands and takes off their mask, you are greeted with a very familiar face. You feel like your heart has dropped further into your stomach, Sam gives you an apologetic look as you fall from your crouched position to the floor.

“Ethan?”

His grin falls once his eyes land on you. Your eyes drop to the floor not even being about to look at him. You feel sick. Ethan has been your boyfriend for a couple months now, you loved him so much and he seemed to love you too but right now you can't seem to think that. You haven't managed to get over your grief until you met him. The loss of your father was a big hit to you. You could barely eat, get out of bed, you barely even finished the school year. You hoped when you moved to new york you could have a fresh-ish start but you couldn't. At Least not until you met ethan. Ethan changed everything for you. He was like a breath of fresh air, he was so comforting, so kind. He was always patience, on the days you didnt want to go out he would sit with you and listen as you droned on and on about your problems. I guess now his weird look whenever you would complain about gale made sense. He wanted to kill her.

In your daze you must miss the commotion because suddenly when you feel hands grip you and drag you up you look around and notice quinn was.. Alive? And a ghostface? What was happening? You thrash around in Baileys arms while sam and tara give you a look of horror. You suddenly feel a cold metal end touch the side of your head. He was holding a gun to your head.

“Nobody move!”

You cant breathe. You didnt want to die.You stop moving and he takes another step back. You finally lock eyes with the one guy you didnt want to. He has an angry look on his face, it must be at you. You can barely believe this is happening.

“I want you to all give her one final look before i kill her!”

“Dont!” Sam begins to take a step forward before bailey presses the head deeper into the side of your head, “Don't move!”

“Please dont kill me…” The tears are running down your face as you shut your eyes.

You open your eyes and look at ethan who had a conflicted look, “Please ethan…”

“Your silly boyfriend cant save you now.”

You dont even listen to quinns voice as you continue to plead with ethan.

“Im pregnant.”

“What?” “Like hell you are?” “Huh?” “I'm supposed to believe that right?”

You dont care what anyone else has to say as you continue to talk to ethan, “I found at a couple days ago. I was gonna tell you later tonight when you came over for our date i promise,”

“Liar!” quinn hisses at you.

“Im not lying!” You yell out as Ethan stands unmoved, his grip on his knife tight, His gaze remaining locked onto yours. “Ethan please.”

Bailey takes another step back and grips you tighter causing you to hiss out in pain, “Ive let you have your talk now shut up.”

“Let her go.”

Ethan glares at his father who rolls his eyes.

“Dont tell me you believe her.”

“Ethan im telling the truth i swear. Believe me please.”

“Let her go.”

Quinn lets out a frustrated sound as ethan takes a step forward, “oh come on ethan dont act like a pussy for this slut, like you would even be the father-”

In a flash ethan is is suddenly behind quinn and grips her sliding his knife along her throat in, bailey in his shock loosens his grip enough where you can slide out of his grip and you rush over to sam who grips onto you.

“you alright?”

you nod and let out a sigh of relief, “yeah yeah”

Ethan and bailey have a stare down, “What have you done! all our work, all our time-”

“All your time! All your work! I never wanted any fo this! All you knew was oh richie this and oh richie that and im sick of it! I didn't even like richie! Nobody did! nobody other than you and your daughter.”

“who was your sister, who you just killed!”

“I wish i did it sooner.”

Tara gives you an odd look, “do you think they realize were still here?” You shrug.

“Youre no son of mine.”

“I never was! but she,” His blood covered knife points in your general direction, “is my life. and i wont let you take her away from me.”

You let out a barely vocal gasp as you stare at ethan in a daze.

Sam puts a hand on your shoulder, “go with tara and find somewhere to hide. something tells me its about to get bad.”

despite the fact you dont want to leave ethan tara is already grabbing your arm and dragged you away. You look back and notice a fight breakong out and gunshots ring. You close your eyes and pray to whoever is listening ethan isn't getting hurt.

You find a safe place farther away with tara and you two crouch together.

“You alright?”

you nod and put your head in your hands, “im alright… I think. You?”

She looks conflicted, “chad…”

“im so sorry tara.”

You place a hand on hers and squeeze it, she gives you a tight lipped smile.

“I should be the one saying sorry to you i mean, youre the pregnant one. If that was real.”

You nod, “it is, i found out a couple days ago. i felt really sick and went to the doctors.”

“How far along you are?”

“12 weeks, found out a little later than most do.”

“holy shit thats fucking crazy.”

Another gun shot rings and you close your eyes.

“God i hope hes okay.”

Tara doesn't reply. just leaning her head back to lay against the wall.

You dont know how much longer passes but it feels like years when the door slams open and a ghostface walks in.

you and tara huddle together and tara grabs a brick that had been on the ground, “stay back you bitch.”

The mask gets ripped off and ethan drops the mask to the ground. His face is covered in sweat and you can see specks of blood everywhere but his remain locked on your figure.

“Ethan.”

He rushes over and drops to his knees, his hands ans eyes frantically checking over you, “are you alright? are you hurt? do you need something a bandage-” you put your hand on his face and smile, “ethan im okay.”

“Was it real? are you really?”

His head drops to your neck as he hugs you, “im sorry im so sorry forgive me.”

Tara noticing sam in the doorway stands and makes her way over to her. Deciding not to comment on her ghostface outfit. “He dead?”

Sam gives a comfirming nod.

“Kirby checked over chad, said if the paramedics arrive soon enough he can be saved.”

Sam smiled as taras eyes light, “really?”

Sam nods, taras face drops as she turns back to look at ethan who was still fusing over you.

“What are we gonna do about him?”

Sam looks at the two of you and thinks it over. The rational part of her (or maybe its just billy) tells her to kill him, its the sure way to keep everyone safe.

but she can't. not when she watches how hard her fought for you. She watches as he cries and holds you while you smile at him. “He can stay. We'll come up with something to tell everyone. I think it'll be just fine.”

[avonne-writes]

Reading Weekend Reviews

As I mentioned before, I spent most of my free time this weekend reading instead of writing because I wasn’t feeling well. The stories I had a chance to read were all amazing and they made me feel better!

The stories discussed in this post: meet me at the chapel, Learning Curve (ch 1), if it feels like love (then it must be love) (ch 1-2), i feel so high school. (ch 1-2)

1. meet me at the chapel by @swifty-fox

90s outlaws au, part of a series (I only read the first part so far, but can’t wait to continue!)

This was such a wild and raw ride. It leaves you with the illusion of the wind whipping through your hair, a dusty road ahead of you, and the sunset burning your cheeks as you chase a sense of freedom you long for. It’s sad, funny and sexy at the same time.

John is written as roguishly handsome, a characterization I really enjoy. He has an edge, but he’s warm, caring and flirtatious, charming even as an outlaw.

Gale is wounded and beautiful. He has a really sad background, and you keep rooting for him to find love and peace, and it's easy to sympathize with the fact that he feels safer being an outlaw and living homeless than locked into a life of hopelessness and abuse.

As usual, @swifty-fox does an amazing job immersing us in the atmosphere of the story. Every little detail contributes to the lasting impression that this fic leaves. I know I'll be thinking about it for a while.

2. Learning Curve (WIP, 3k) by @hogans-heroes

This is a new canon au WIP that describes life in the stalag from Alex Jefferson's POV.

First of all, I think the POV is brilliant! I love how fleshed out Alex’s character is in the first chapter already, and how his narration allows us to get to know Macon and Daniels more too. In addition, looking at John and Gale from an outsider POV is always fun and interesting. Oh, and the hints of DeMarco x Macon got me excited!

The first chapter sets up an intriguing conflict between John and Gale, and poor Gale is not doing too well (a feast for those who like Gale whump). I think all the characterizations are spot on, with Gale being quietly self-sacrificing and Bucky falling apart at the seams, belligerent like a caged dog.

The writing is in a delicate style that guides you gently through the story until (I expect in later chapters) you suddenly find yourself crying for the boys. With only one chapter in, it has a great set-up already, so I look forward to the upcoming updates!

3. if it feels like love (then it must be love) (WIP, 75k) by @ranger-elizabeth

This story is set in a modern au where Gale is a freshman at college and John is his RA. It’s almost finished (10/11 chapters), but I only had time to read the first two chapters (for now). This is the kind of work that steals your sleep because you can’t put it down, so be careful if you start reading this late at night!

The first chapter plunges you immediately into that familiar college atmosphere. It reminded me of my own struggle dragging two suitcases through the country without help. Gale's anxiety about fitting in, making connections and the loneliness he feels are all very relatable. It made my heart ache. I love this boy.

I really enjoyed the POV switch between John and Gale. Already after the first two chapters, I felt that it added to the fic and made it even more engaging. I love the side characters too, they’re well-written and entertaining.

I think it was interesting that Gale started out struggling academically. It made a lot of sense in his situation, and it made his character's struggles realistic with actual impact. Gale's perfectionistic thoughts sounded just like me. 😭

Gale's complicated relationship with his parents is painful, and his parents' behaviour makes you want to slap them. I liked the way this relationship was explored on-screen as well, not just referred to as a past situation.

John is really sweet, warm and cheerful, his character brightened my mood every time he appeared.

I'm only two chapters in, but I look forward to the rest!

4. i feel so high school. (WIP, 10k) by @anachilles

Physics teacher!Gale x Football Coach!John high school au. Two chapters out so far.

This fic is shaping up to be a real comfort read to me, because it's written with such amazing humour that it made me smile and snicker several times. The first two chapters have been lighthearted but also contained an interesting conflict between John and Gale, a falling out in their past.

One of my favourite things so far is how their dynamic is written. It shows perfectly how these two click, even after not staying in touch for a long time. I loved strict teacher Gale and fun coach John 😄 Another highlight is Scout (John's dog), I can’t wait to see more of her!

A detail that caught my interest about John is that he’s the first one in his family with college education. I'm curious if we see a bit more about how this might effect him. I'm also curious about his family's religiousness.

I loved the complex relationship between John and Gale, and that there are a lot of things unsaid between them while John is still clearly obsessed with Gale. It’s so endearing and very in character for him.

The second chapter left me aching for John to reconcile fully with Gale, so I'm excited to read what's coming next!

~♡~

I'm a bit sad that I haven't had time to read more, but I will read the remaining chapters of all of the WIPs in this list, they all got me hooked. I also plan to continue with this review series. Next on my list are That Ol' Devil Called Love, To the Moon and Back, yours always and understanding in a plane crash.

I can’t wait to continue exploring all the amazing fics in the fandom! ❤️

[brian-kinney-apologist]

hey babe!! i have a qaf question for u

ok so ive heard ppl in this (very small) fandom talk abt hal sparks really negatively either because of his character (understandable, micheal sucks ass) or because of his political views/beliefs/whatevers

i have never understood the second part and was told that u are quite the qaf historian so i was wondering if u could give me a lil summary of what those beliefs/views of his are because i would really like to know!!

ty in advance 🖤

well hello there, nice to know that my reputation in qaf fandom is still alive and well lol

so. here's the thing: if we're talking politics overall he didn't say anything questionable as far as I know (he has a podcast on youtube or smth where he trashes trump and other republican politicians (I'm not american so my knowledge of american politics is pretty basic so don't quote me on this one lol) so it's fine with me lol)

if we're talking the show though 👀💀

he did say some things back in the day that made people dislike him (but mind you now everything is cool between everyone involved in the show at least public wise so we're going to talk about the times when the show was airing and some time after it ended)

1. the most questionable™️ thing that he's ever said was comparing kissing a man (a costar on screen) to kissing a dog and people thought he meant that it was disgusting or smth BUT he did clarify later that people misinterpreted him because he meant that he's not attracted to men so kissing male costars on set during filming did nothing for him (it was an answer to some interviewer's question what it's like to kiss a man so take it as it is 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️)

btw interviewers AND fans had no decorum back in the day asking the whole cast all sorts of personal questions (poor randy still has ptsd bc of this 😭💀)

2. now it's tea time!!!! hal used to have a beef with gale and randy that led to him being hated by their fans. so. before the show aired hal was the most famous actor in the cast (except for sharon gless obviously) and he thought (was promised ?????) that he'd be the lead man™️ of the show. but after qaf aired everyone fell for gale (obviously sorry not sorry lol) because he served and ate everyone up. and also everyone focused on britin. hal didn't like that (considering it was basically gale's and randy's first roles on tv) and he started saying some stuff about them (publicly). for example, he said that actors' work is doing what's written in the script no questions asked. that was a clear dig at gale and randy as they were famous for constantly questioning/criticising the writers/showrunners/producers, disliking their plotlines and basically voicing their opinions on set (they did nothing wrong, should've complained more, look at s5 🥲). also hal did say one time that he would never work with gale again but didn't elaborate why. and as far as I know he did say more shady stuff about gale and randy during different interviews but I don't have any more specific examples (i think he was also constantly pointing out that he's straight while gale didn't say much about his own sexuality and hal was speculating about it). moreover, I remember reading somwhere that hal didn't like people who drank/did drugs bc he himself was against this stuff and gale and peter smoke some weed before some s1 promotion event and hal had a problem with it. the last thing: he also did complain about gale staying in character (whatever that means in regards of gale) during filming but no one else complained so 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️.

(I lied last thing fr fr I wanted to point out that gale and randy NEVER said anything back about hal so that kinda makes you think)

hope this helps, if someone has something to add or wants to correct me, feel free to do so

[vitanithepure]

Gale's romance

To absolutely nobody's surprise I am back with my thoughts about Gale and I am honestly surprised how many of you still follow me and interact with what I have to say, love you all so much 😭

Again, a freaking long one (over 1200 words, I wrote fanfics shorter than this...), but I need to get it all out of my system to properly function. Of course spoilers for Gale's story and a bit of the main storyline.

First of all - his introduction. Not less of a jump-scare, but somehow this one seemed to fit him better? He doesn't come out of the portal and begin judging our capabilities, instead we help him out, and if anything - I felt an instant level of sympathy for the wizard falling face first on the ground straight out of an unstable portal.

His bashful "I'm usually better at this."? It just served to even out the field and I love it. I was literally sitting there grinning at the screen and thinking "oh, how the mighty have fallen" :D

We still get all the talks known from EA (apart from the failed spell one? Did anyone manage to trigger it? Did they remove it?), so I won't be going over them again, because there is still a lot of new stuff to go through. Although they seem to fire up differently and it makes Gale seem a lot more considerate. Sure, at first he still hides the exact reasons and I still think it's understandable. In my playthrough he brought up his orb problem on the road, in front of the others with us claiming we need to know about it. 

He even leaves us the decision if we want him to stay or not, but we cherish this man in this house, so I have no idea what goes down if and how he leaves. Not really interested in learning that, too.

Him showing us the Weave was as wonderful as it used to, didn't notice any changes here, then again - why change something that just…works? And now, in hindsight, I cannot help but see how it sets the tone for the whole relationship with him, be it romantic or otherwise. He shows you this part of him he loves, tries to show because even he, with all his eloquence, cannot find the right words to express what magic means to him.

I feel as if he was not expecting much from it, judging by the mumbling, adorable mess we made of him just imagining a walk, hand in hand. As we learn later (much later, but I think it's important to mention it here) he never considered being this close to anyone after the orb fiasco. Not because he still loves Mystra but rather he realizes how much of a risk it brings. He himself calls himself a "menace" and that, for me, speaks volumes about his character. 

Ok, now onto the new parts, previously unavailable in the EA. 

I mentioned my reaction after the first talk with Elminster in another post, but I'll say it again: fuck Mystra. 

I was worried that there might not be a way to rid Gale of this cursed orb, I was bracing for the possibility that there might not be a happily-ever-after here. Because he seemed set on going along with Mystra's wishes, and I felt bad for standing between the man and his honest faith. Misguided, not fanatical, just honest faith.

I was thinking "yeah, this will probably happen at the end of the game, we'll cross that bridge when we get there". BUT… one moment we are fighting Kethric Thorm and the next Gale is ready to sacrifice himself. "Wait, it's too soon, it can't end like this, WHAT THE HELL is going on?" 

"Fun" fact? Gale can really do it from what I saw and it just… ends the game right there and then. I am not ever going to even consider that a viable option, for anyone. It just makes me sick thinking about it in hindsight.

So yeah, no, sorry Mystra, we are not going along with your stupid plan. It really feels like he went along with it in a shell shock state through the whole act II of the story and it made me feel so bad for him. Gale felt like a complete shadow of himself since his first talk with Elminster.

Can you look me in the eye and with a straight face tell me a man ready to die makes a whole fucking illusionary world for just the two of you, shows you his home, his safe place, tells you he loves you and gives you his all? Yeah, yeah, you can tell me "he doesn't want to regret anything", but that's the point! He already regrets so much, and that means he is not ready to become vapor!

So, in the style of Meredith Grey, we go all in with "choose me" and…wow, does he ever. It was like a switch went off, Gale instantly is back to his old self, already having a plan to make it all work. A terrible idea, worthy of the 10 wisdom stat, mind you, but an idea still.

Of course in the meantime we get another visit from Elminster, who drops a few - actually good! - words of wisdom Gale's way and says Mystra wants to talk. Of-fucking-course she wants to, her pet refused to die and she can't fathom why.

I know the talk can go differently depending on what you suggest him to say, I don't know if we can skip the talk altogether and what are the consequences of that, but on my first playthrough I actually encouraged him to seek forgiveness and the talk went… fucking awful if you ask me. Is there a honest to god good way to do this talk? 

Hated it when Mystra went all "oh yes, now that you are alive I'm not taking care of your orb until I send you on yet another suicide run, but don't worry - I believe in you, 'kay-thanks-bye!"

I guess this is faith for you - everything becomes a trial for it.

Moving on! The first big romance scene for act III of the story left me in emotional shambles.

In this moment Gale knows he wants to do *everything* and *anything* for us. He wants to gain power for us, to give us everything we deserve because if he gave Mystra his all he won't be holding back for us. And when we say we don't want it… you can see how absolutely devastated he is - up until he hears what we are really telling him.

"You are already everything I need you to be."

God, the animation here was so amazing, you can practically see the moment realization strikes him. He can live without Mystra, he can live without power, but he can't live without you. That he matters to someone, not for what he can do, but just… for him. And he was never loved that way, he himself says that, much to the dismay of my bleeding heart.

And that is that! Our story with Gale ends here, without a bang, but that is good. Gale is no longer the man he used to be, his ambitions now centered around a happy life with us. And I'm all giddy and teary-eyed for him. 

Mind you, the ending felt…rushed? But perhaps that's just me not ready to say goodbye after all this? The game ending is a dash of adrenaline and I felt like there was just not enough time to unwind after. Guess I need to headcanon the rest ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Either way, if you managed to stay to this point - a big thank you for reading!

[himbodruid]

A Devil and A Bard

Part 3

Raphael x F!Tav

Named!Tav | Bard!Tav

Probably gonna have to post these to ao3 because it refuses to let me link parts 1 and 2 and idk why 😭

Anyway.

Here to put our devil through some ✨turmoil✨

But its okay because theres some bonus 🌶️🌶️ at the end to make up for it

18+ only, minors DNI

Chapter 3: In Which a Devil Has a Startling Realization

So much had happened in such a short span of time. Despite best efforts, the city lay in ruin before Lore as she stood atop a cliffside overlooking the destruction. The netherbrain still lay in rotting respite in the Chionthar, the city lacking resources to properly dispose of it. Not after half the buildings lay in rubble and citizens still searched for loved ones a week later.

It was a grand failure. One that Lore would regret for the rest of her miserable existence. An existence that currently reeked of the viscera of the fallen Bhaalists scattered along the meadow behind her.

Her biggest failure was with her friends. After her first foray with the devil, she found she couldn’t stay away. She visited him in the Devil’s Den almost nightly, each turn sowing further distrust in her companions. It ended chaotically, but she couldn’t form a regret for the pleasure she found in his bed.

Still.

She failed Karlach, her fate drawing her to the fiery end she preferred to going back to Avernus.

She failed Wyll, neglecting to save his father or free him from his pact.

Gale’s expression of betrayal as he left without so much as a goodbye, to return to Waterdeep and the friends that wouldn’t disappoint him so deeply.

Shadowheart, Halsin, Jahiera…all of them gone.

Her biggest regret, however, was the only person who didn’t judge her choice of bed partner. Dearest Astarion. She condemned him to a life back in the shadows for her own selfish reasons. Sure, she convinced him that seven thousand lives wasn’t worth it, but she also didn’t want to see her best friend turn into a monster.

None of it mattered now. Not when her own soul was forfeit as a result of losing the crown to the Chionthar.

Really, she was surprised Raphael hadn’t come to collect his due sooner. She imagined that he was too busy roiling in rage in the hells to bother.

The sound of flames and a waft of brimstone announced his arrival. He stood some paces behind her, observing the gore and destruction she had caused to befall the group of Bhaalists. They weren’t the first group she had fought since ending Orin over a week ago. But it would be her last.

“I was beginning to wonder when you would come to collect your due,” she drawled slowly, not turning towards Raphael. He crossed his arms, donning that impassive expression he much loved.

“Such a somber mood for a celebrated mouse,” he replied. She felt her lips twitch in a mirthless chuckle. Celebrated? No. She didn’t miss the accusing glares when she wandered the streets. She may have helped save the city from mindflayers, but her decisions still led to its destruction. Some people also apparently loved the pretty lies that Gortash painted with his words, and she had ended that hope too.

“There isn’t much to be celebrated in this amount of failure.”

“On the contrary, the Illithid threat has been subdued. A fate far worse than a city reduced to rubble. Cities can be rebuilt, but there is no returning from ceremorphosis.”

Lore lifted her eyes from the grass at her feet, watching as the sun began its descent below the horizon.

“My only request is to watch the sun set this one last time,” she choked out. The pain was becoming unbearable, and it wouldn’t be long until he would have his prize.

“Little mouse, I have use for you on this plane, yet,” came Raphael’s dismissal. Little did he know…

Lore’s legs finally gave out and she slumped to the ground. The hard impact of her knees sent searing pain through her and she hissed. Whatever Raphael was about to say next died on his lips as his eyes narrowed on the bloodied hand that fell to her side. His nostrils flared as he observed their surroundings more closely, realizing that the large puddle of blood below her was growing rather than being absorbed into the dirt. And her scent permeated the shifting wind. Long strides brought him to her side quickly, and the source of so much blood became apparent.

Poking at a diagonal angle from her abdomen was the broken head of a spear. The hand that now rested at her side had been trying in vain to hold everything in place. The pained breaths became shallow, her blinks lasting longer and longer and soon she wouldn’t open her eyes at all.

Spitting a curse, he burst into his cambion form and scooped her against his chest. She rested limply in his arms as he transported them to the House of Hope, appearing in his boudoir in a flurry and plunging the both of them into the healing pool. He sat on the ledge with her laid limply in his arms and he ripped the pike head out of her gut so the healing waters could stitch the wound closed. Her ragged breathing soon evened out.

But it was too late.

She looked up at him with those piercing ice eyes of hers and lifted a shaking hand to his cheek while he peered down at her.

“Beautiful,” she murmured. He watched as the last of the light left her eyes and her hand fell back into the water with the softest of splashes.

She drew her final breath there, in his arms, while rage boiled beneath the surface. He couldn’t kill the ones that did this to her, but he would rip their souls from Bhaal and flay them open, torture them for the rest of their existence for taking her from him. And then he would seek his revenge further by eliminating every single member of the remaining cult.

She was his gods-damnit! He had plans for her! She was to sit at his right hand as he ruled the hells, to be his archduchess!

His body trembled as the rage grew and he leaned down, placing a soft kiss against her forehead after easing her eyes closed. He worked his jaw, trying to clamp down on the anger that threatened to boil the water around them.

He didn't react to the sound of someone entering the room behind him, the lilting voice of Haarlep filtering into the room.

“My, my, getting cozy withou-“ his words were cut short as he spotted the discarded bloodied pike head. His gaze flicked to Raphael’s hunched back, almost scared to utter the words.

“Little mouse?” He asked, almost reverently. The only answer he received was a single shake of Raphael’s head. Selfish creature he may be, but he came to rather enjoy the little bard and her quick wit paired with her sharp tongue.

Haarlep strode forward, easing into the water in front of Raphael. The devil’s eyes were hooded in shadow, but Haarlep could see the slightest tremble roll through him as he fought to contain his temper.

And Lore. Beautiful Lore. She lay limply in his arms, still covered in an obscene amount of blood. Haarlep tsked and made to reach for her.

Raphael’s eyes flashed feral and he growled with a show of fangs, all while clutching her tighter to him. Haarlep’s expression hardened and his hand retreated.

“You weren’t the only one that cared for her,” he snapped. “She deserves more dignity than being covered head to toe in gore.”

At his words, Raphael’s eyes seemed to focus. He looked back down at her, tenderly swiping a matted strand of hair from her face. Haarlep moved forward again. This time, Raphael let him near. Together they set about reverently cleansing her of viscera, removing her clothing as to wash every bit of it from her travel bronzed skin. Skin that no longer bore the damage from her battle with the cultists.

When they were done, Raphael lifted her from the pool. A snap of fingers and she was wrapped in the most luxurious robe that he could summon. He lay her delicately on the velvet settee that was positioned in the corner opposite the bed, and Haarlep began braiding her raven hair.

So perfect she was, that she only appeared to be sleeping.

Raphael reached out, softly caressing her cheek with the back of his hand while that hardened fury bubbled back to the surface.

His beautiful mouse, reduced to this. He should have sought her out sooner, gotten over himself and his damned hard headed anger at temporarily losing the crown.

I should have made her mine well before those damned cultists could get their hands on her.

He could have given her protection, an extended life as his archduchess. He would have made sure she would want for nothing. He would have paraded his clever mouse, his prize, for all the hells to see. He was surprised to find that he didn’t care if others thought his attachment to her a weak human emotion. So long as he had her by his side as he conquered the hells.

But all those carefully laid plans burned in the fires of Avernus. He still owned her soul, but to have her come back as a debtor would make her a shell of her former self. And, hells, he didn’t know if he could handle that. He needed her in all her mortal glory. He needed to see those ice blue eyes of hers twinkling with mischief, to hear her lilting voice singing ballads in their honour.

Gods, how could he even admit to himself that he’s lowered himself to falling for a mortal. But fall he did, and her existence haunted his every waking moment. Ever since the day he first brought her to the House of Hope and she ignored his thinly veiled threats to stuff bread into her bag from his feasting table.

He stood abruptly, removing himself from the room. Haarlep remained by Lore’s side, listening to the sounds of Raphael’s destruction through the doorway. He was surprised at the level of attachment the master had to this little mortal, but he would be lying if he said he also wasn’t drawn to her. She’d had a particular air about her that sparked life into every room she entered. He had been tasked to spy on the master, but she was a secret the both of them shared that he would never divulge.

And now she was gone. Oh how he would mourn the loss of her friendship. When she looked at him, he felt like she saw through the façade and really saw him beneath the glamour. He wore Raphael’s pretty face, but she spoke to his individual identity those few times she visited the house.

Raphael’s rage-fuelled destruction finally ended and he reentered the boudoir. He was still seething, but he settled on the edge of the lounge beside Lore almost reverently.

“Little mouse,” he said, stroking her cheek once more. “What am I to do without you? All of my carefully laid plans, gone with your final breath.”

He leaned forward, pressing a solemn kiss to her lips and then the pair of fiends fell into silence. Raphael had to rearrange his plans now that the main player was out. But he found he couldn’t focus. Grief was too human for his liking, but he had to admit to himself that is what he felt.

Hours passed, and Raphael had left the room only once more to retrieve paperwork and a stool, in which he sat facing away from her. He needed to call on her contract and collect her soul. It was vastly regretful but-

“Raphael?” Came a soft sound. He froze, sure that Haarlep’s cruelty wouldn’t fall that low. A small hand rested against his back and his heart leapt painfully. Surely not..

He peeked over his shoulder, gaze landing on Haarlep who had dozed off sitting against the wall. His heart clenched and his eyes traveled behind him. The sight of her half-lidded blues stole his breath.

He leapt from the stool, the clattering sound jolting Haarlep awake. Seeing his master knelt beside Lore, clenching her hand with wide unbelieving eyes sent him rushing by her side too.

“How is this possible?” Haarlep breathed. Lore blinked hard, as if she had just awoken from a hard slumber.

“Everything was dark, but I heard you. I heard the sadness in your voice and I couldn’t bear it,” she said weakly. “So I followed it.”

She followed his voice from the in-between instead of going to the after. The resonation of it drew her like a moth to a flame, and after stumbling around in the dark for a time, she had finally found the out. Opening her eyes to see Raphael in his cambion form beside her had made her heart swell. She had to foolishly admit to herself that she had fallen for the handsome devil, and seeing his blazing eyes desperately search her face, she entertained the notion that maybe he felt something in return.

She shuddered, a bone deep chill settling over her as if death lashed out at her for escaping his grasp. “I’m cold.”

Her simple statement sent Raphael and Haarlep both into a flurry of action. Raphael scooped her up into his arms and Haarlep retreated to the bed, pulling the duvet back. She was placed in the direct center, while each fiend climbed up on either side of her. She was nestled against Raphael, his lips brushing the crown of her hair. She intertwined herself with him, all but purring as his hellish heat poured into her. His wing rested over her as Haarlep curled against her back.

She never felt more safe as she did in that moment. She couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face and she lifted her head. Her eyes flitted over him, so sure she was that she would never see him again as she lay dying in his arms. Her hand came up to caress his jaw.

“Beautiful,” she whispered, repeating her dying words. But this time she leaned into him, pressing her lips against his.

It was an unhurried kind of kiss, at least it started out like that. But as her hands roamed the broad expanse of his chest, she could feel his pulse quicken. Gods but how he ignited need within her, even as exhausted as she was.

She coaxed his mouth open, her hand sneaking its way into his robe and-

His own hand came up to stop her advance and he broke the kiss. She whined but he didn’t relent.

“You need rest, Little Mouse,” he murmured against her lips.

“I need you,” she replied. He chuckled.

“Little mouse, you have me until the end of days.”

Bonus Content:

Lore was tired.

Tired of being doted on so thoroughly. You die once and your fiends never leave your side!

Blech.

What really frustrated her was Raphael’s continued refusal of her advances. Gods, but he had a way of getting under her skin without even trying. It took all of her effort not to climb him like a tree when he would come visit her.

Well, now she was done resting. So strung was she, that she was very near seeking out Haarlep, though the incubus had been warned to keep his hands off. No matter, she was certain the original fiery-eyed devil was the only one that could satisfy the itch anyway.

So, she set about laying her trap. His oversized robe hung loosely on her, baring a shoulder as she lounged in his bed. She had waved Haarlep off earlier in the day, intent on having Raphael to herself. So pent up was she that her hand trailed down her body, lower, lower, until it came into contact with her mound. Gods she ached for him, to be filled and fucked so thoroughly by her devil.

She closed her eyes and touched herself, giving in to the fantasy of Raphael watching her pleasure herself in his bed. When her eyes opened, she realized that fantasy had quickly become a reality.

He sat in a chair, watching her. The game was to entice him, so she sat up and spread his robes around her. Now bared to him, she resumed touching herself while her eyes remained locked on his. The sounds she made were all part of the game, though genuine moans slipped from her when she saw his eyes flicker over her body.

“Enjoying yourself, mouse?” His voice was thick and growly with his barely restrained desire. She tilted her head and affected a pout.

“Not at all, it’s missing something.”

He stood, sauntering to the edge of the bed and raising a brow. She didn’t miss the growing bulge in his trousers, or the way his eyes hungrily devoured her.

“And what would that be, little mouse?”

She shifted to the edge, laying back with the robe spread wide and her hair fanned out on the silken sheets beneath her. She used her legs to hook around his hips and draw him in further, that clothed bulge dragging along where she needed him most. She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her.

“I need you, Raphael, that delicious cock of yours fucking me until i can no longer think.” Her hips lifted from the bed to add emphasis to her words.

His composure snapped, then. A quick flash of flames and he was naked in his cambion form, bent low over her to meld his lips to hers. Hands tangled in his hair and ankles locked behind him, there was no escaping her now.

His hips jerked forward, almost violently sheathing himself in her heat fully.

“Fuck, Raphael,” she cried out. She would never grow tired of how those ridges dragged and pulled at her walls, of how the girth of him stretched her so, so deliciously. It took only a few more thrusts of his talented hips before she was thrown over the edge. She clung to him, digging her nails into his back in the way she knew he enjoyed. He growled his approval, the pace of his hips quickening until he was virtually pushing her across the bed with how aggressively he slammed into her. It appeared she wasn’t the only one strung tightly in barely restrained lust the entire time he denied her.

The frenzied, feral coupling sent her spiraling at least twice more. She could feel his control slipping with every shuddering thrust until he was pounding into her with unrestrained force. It would probably hurt if it didn’t feel so fucking good, and gods the grunts, growls, and moans he emitted sent her over the edge again and again and again.

This. This is exactly what she needed, what she wanted. Feral and unrestrained fucking that sent her writhing in pleasure underneath his mass. She half wondered if he would knot her, though in all their other trysts it never happened again.

Her answer came soon. Well, he came, anyway. His hips snapped forward, pressed into her so impossibly deep as his moans and growls mingled with her pleasured cries. She felt the heat of him spilling in her, even as he pulled back only to pump forward again and again as he rode the high of his climax.

And still he wasn’t through. Even without the knot he felt so impossibly thick as he began to drive himself in and out of her eager cunt again. He pulled them through the overstimulation, crashing into the waves of climax again and again, dragging out their pleasure until neither could take anymore.

He had so thoroughly ruined her, and she couldn’t complain as he finally collapsed on top of her. Satiated like she never had been before, she stroked the length of his body in gentle caresses.

He refused to admit it out loud, but she knew Raphael loved her in his way. Just as she stubbornly refused to admit she reciprocated the feeling.

They were both idiots, but they were idiots that would rule the hells together.

[notyouraryang0dd3ss]

I love so much to see you calling out how TS has dug deep into fandoms that she has no business in, because I've been trying to get back into THG fandom since The Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes and my god... the amount of swifties in this fandom is genuinely mind-boggling. How do they not get any of the hypocrisy? (though I've seen some truly terrible takes. People actually saying they'd want to be friends with the fascist dictator just bc we got a prequel from his POV which frankly, just makes him out to be worse when we get into his head idk how anyone can ignore all the racist and anti-sw thoughts he has) I get that she was part of the soundtrack for the original movies but people making edits of the characters to her dumbass songs really makes my blood boil when most of them would probably hate her for helping uphold the system of oppression

yeah i was talking about thg fandom in that post actually!!! more under the cut:

ofc im in other fandoms where swifties are present (a diff, way smaller fandom inspired me to create this blog bc i was so pissed off) but im currently on a thg kick and seeing the amount of swifties is pissing me offffffff

it’s genuinely so crazy how many of them are coryo apologists and infantilize him yet demonize gale??? a man of color rightfully vengeful against the system that oppressed his community through routine state sanctioned child murder and starvation, and radicalized by seeing his entire home and his people bombed to death where only <10% of D12 survived??? does this sound familiar to a current ongoing situation we are witnessing right now yet???

i feel like they just romanticize peeta mellark/everlark and completely ignore all the overt political commentary happening. and i mean this when i found out that @/muttpeeta aka atetheredmind on ao3 was a swiftie and a zionist…this is so selfish and shallow to say but i was so upset 😭

it really is a testament to swifties poor critical thinking skills when they make thg edits with her music. like they did not absorb the story at ALL. every time i see a thg swiftie i block but now i have so many people blocked the everlark tag is basically dead to me 😭 it’s such a shame because the series is so good and its appreciation can never be fully realized through a swiftie’s eyes because they are too deep into ts bullshit to realize she is the capitolite that panem is overthrowing 😭

[parkkiablah]

Peaceful for once - pt.3 (Zevlor x Tav)

part 1 part 2

(The next part of me pretending bg3 would let us have zevlor in our team 😭)

The next morning you went to Sorcerous Sundries as Gale wanted to find a book about the crown of Karsus, which just ended in your group fighting Lorroakan, as he was just the next person trying to be a god.

You really weren't sure anymore how an uneventful day would feel like, the last one just being far too long ago.

When you got back to your room at the Elfsong it was late and you felt exhausted.

After the few injuries your companions got today were healed, they decided to go downstairs for a few drinks.

"I won't be joining you, I really need some rest today. Drink one for me, too!", you told them.

They tried to convince you a few more times before they gave up and left for the tavern.

You fell onto your bed the second you had your armor off and your eyes stared at the ceiling.

How could you possibly keep these people safe? These people who grew to be your friends. You trusted them, at first because you had no other choice as you needed each others help, but while you traveled and fought together, you grew so much closer.

You started to know each others strenghts and weaknesses and learned about each of their lifes. It felt like family to you.

So just the thought of any of them not making it through the fight.. you had no idea what you would do.

As your sight on the ceiling started to blur you sat up on your bed.

Wiping your eyes you tried thinking about anything else, yet you found your mind always going back to the same depressing thought.

So you sat there in silence as the tears were falling down your face and onto your lap. You found yourself silently sobbing with worry for the people who shared a drink downstairs just in this moment.

You jumped up from your bed when the door suddenly opened and you tried wiping your face quickly before anyone noticed.

You looked over to the door as Zevlor stood there staring at you. The door was still open in his hand as the first thing he noticed when he entered was you crying.

You tried to hide it with a smile and turned away quickly to avoid his gaze.

He wasn't sure how to react, frozen in place as he took in the scene before his eyes. Karlach asked him to get her bag for her as she forgot it when they were leaving. He still wasn't sure why she did ask him but he still felt a little awkward when surrounded by many people, so he was glad for a chance to escape it for a few moments.

What he never expected was to find you crying here on your own and it instantly made him feel bad for leaving with the others.

Shaking his head he moved from his frozen state and closed the door he was still holding open.

He moved over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder as you had turned away from him.

"Did something happen? Are you hurt?", the worrying tone was obvious in his voice.

You tried to speak, to tell him everything you were just so worried about, but your constant sobbing made it impossible to just say a simple word.

When he noticed you couldn't talk he made sure to look at you all over just in case you didn't want to tell about a horrible injury you hid from them.

With his hand on your shoulder he turned you around and pulled you in. His arms around you, one of his hands on your back while his other hand guided your head to his chest.

Your hands found his shirt immediately and you held onto it while burying your face into him.

He just stood there with you, holding you with his hand slowly caressing your back as you listened to his steady breathing.

Not sure how long you were standing there like this but after some time your sobbing slowed down and the tears became less frequent.

Your arms found their way around his waist and you were so glad he was here right now holding you.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong? You are free to say no of course and I will never mention it again.", he whispered into your ear as his head leaned against yours.

"I don't really know how to put it into words..", you stated honestly.

"You can try, I'm listening."

"Honestly I am just so stressed I might lose any of the people around me in one of the fights we get into.. As simple as that sounds but I am not sure if I could handle losing any of them."

A sigh escaped him and you know it's a thought he probably had a million times already.

"I know that feeling, but honestly I don't think that's even a possibility. I saw you rescue any person that needed your help on your way here and you even kept my people safe too. I would trust you with my life and I know all of them do too. If anyone can keep us safe, it's you. And I hope you know we plan on doing the same for you."

"How do you manage to alway find the right words?"

You couldn't help but feel better already, not sure if it was his embrace you were in or his words or just his precence in general. You did feel safe with him.

"I don't think you needed any of my words. You knew all of that before I told you, you probably just needed someone else to tell you, so you could be sure it is true."

"Maybe you are right.", you laughed, because you were sure he was right.

"Do you feel better?", he asked.

"Much better, thank you again."

"Anytime, my dear."

You loosened the hug and you felt him do the same, even though his arms didn't fully let you go. You lifted your head off his chest, noticing how your tears soaked his shirt.

"Sorry about that."

"It's no problem."

Your face felt swollen from all the crying and you tried to cover it with one of your hands, while you could feel his gaze on you.

"Don't look at me, my face probably looks like I got stuck in a beehive."

"Oh don't be riddiculus.", he answered. One of his hands cupped your cheek as the other one found your wrist and gently pulled your hand away from covering your face.

"You look beautiful as always, swollen eyes or not, Tears or no tears. I mean it."

He looked down into your eyes and you knew he didn't just say it to make you feel better. He honestly believed it.

"Please teach me how to always find the right words just like you do.", you chuckled and kept looking up at him.

"I just said what was on my heart, as simple as that."

"Sounds like a good advice, I should try that sometimes."

"Go ahead.", he simply said but you noticed his eyes looking at your lips for a second.

"Kiss me.", you whispered while you were holding his gaze.

You noticed the small smile that his lips formed, before your eyes closed and you waited for him to lean in.

His lips found yours gently and they felt much softer that you ever would've imagined them.

Sadly he pulled away far too soon, while his thumb caressed your cheek.

"You could have someone so much better than me.. someone younger or more beautiful or brave-", he started saying but you silenced him by kissing him again. Your hand behind his neck pulling him in with you on your tiptoes to reach his lips.

"I will never understand how you can find the best words some moments ago yet you manage to spill so much nonsense just moments later."

He laughed but you know he doesn't fully believe your words, his self doubt fully absorbed into his bones.

"If saying nonsense leads to you kissing me to make me shut up, I will gladly continue."

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Replaced or not ?

Part-1 Part-2 Part-3 Part-4 Part-5 Part-6

For summary and details check out part-1

Pairing: Obey me Characters x reader

"Than you so much Lucien you don't know how much you're helping me right now"

"Well it's nothing you get a place I get to satisfy my curiosity about you and you know ...the offer was not a joke from my side it still stand" Lucien said smirking at you

"umm....you know I don't feel that towards you"

"hahaha I know hon I'm just kidding"

"uh okay" you said a bit uneasy.

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"hahahaa, oh my god I can't believe you fooled those lords" run hai spoke to me through phone

"I know right I wasn't that hard " I replied to her " But it was all because of you ..if you weren't there to alert me then and there I may would've been in the grasp of those demons"

"it's not a problem y/n if a human won't help you then who will" run hai spoke

[FLASHBACK]

"these are the two are the human exchange students" diavolo spoke as you and run hai stood there

There was 7 other demons standing in front of you both you . Run hai was there confused she's still taking time understanding what's happening here meanwhile you were standing there with a 'fuck it' expression.

The demon brothers were looking at you and only at you .

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"Did you saw that" run hai spoke after we settled in our separate room.

"Saw what?"

"The way they were looking at you!!"

"umm well I thought I was being dramatic but i guess not"

" look I've read too many books about how this end up"

"Mee too....wanna help me out?"

"How!?"

"well i just gotta move outta this house you know"

"How are exactly planning on that?"

" Well.....how much do You like them"

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[FLASHBACK END]

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"Well you wanted their attention and i didn't so it worked out in the end i guess" you said.

"Well yeah , i mean everything is just like you said , you're soo smart!!" Run hai spoke giggling throught the phone .

'Oh my god i could imagin her twirling her hair , stupid girl i just hope she don't open her mouth if the brothers became too obsessed with her' you thought as you rolled your eyes.

"Well yeah thanks for your help, i hang up now" you said not wanting to talk to her anymore.

"Aww thought we coulda talk more but anyways bieee ... Wait asmo what are you doing!"

[BEEP BEEP]

"Huh?? What was that should i call her again.......no nevermind" you said . You laid on your bed provided Lucien thinking about how your plans of getting away from them and moving out from the HOL all worked out in the end . 'Well i didn't do anything bad i just didn't wanted for them to get obsessed with me'. You thought as you closed your eyes

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[MEANWHILE IN HOL]

"You better explain this sweetie"

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[A/N]: well sorry for the delay i was thinking about making run hai a good person but I can't since the real life one is actually a bitch😭 gomen gomen. And maybe I'll tell y'all her real name someday it's really similar to this once *wink wink*

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Just reread the books as an adult and I must say as an adult it’s actually really hard to be nice about Gale. As a kid I was trying to be balanced and nice about the love triangle but as a grown adult woman I’m like “I don’t agree with your politics and also if any guy treated any of my friends the way you treat Katniss, I would stage an intervention”. And also Katniss never smiles around him 😞

I'm also doing a reread right now because I finally got hard copies of the books! It's going very slowly though lol

I really don't remember my exact feelings about Gale when I first read the books (I was in 6th-7th grade), but I don't think I ever liked him. I also remember hating how the movies emphasized the love triangle when reading the books it was obviously always Peeta.

I reread the books last March and as an adult I picked up so much about him. I think when I was young I was mostly anti-Gale because I loved Peeta/Everlark so much, but rereading as an adult I'm really able to specify what I dislike about Gale. He's just so... annoying.

On his politics, I'm actually a teeny bit sympathetic towards Gale because I don't think all the responsibility for Prim's death should be wholly on him. The severing of Katniss/Gale's relationship is so much deeper than him killing her sister. It's a plot point and dialogue that's been misinterpreted because of the movies. I think the way they presented it cheapens the story and it cheapens why Katniss ultimately chose Peeta.

Regardless, I can't help but dislike Gale. It is how he approaches his relationship with Katniss for me, and as you said how he treats Katniss. Whenever he speaks I'm annoyed. What bugs me is the entitlement he feels he has to Katniss. And some things he says give me the ick.

Knowing there’s people legitimately ship Everthorne is wild to me like 😭

Thanks for the ask!

(below is a tangent on the anti-Gale rhetoric. It’s a defense of one moment I think his hate is a bit too unreasonable so read with caution i guess)

I saw someone say on Twitter that Gale should be vilified for saying that killing people isn't much different than killing animals, and I think that person missed the point of that part in the book. And as some who likes literary analysis outside of my personal feelings for characters and ships, I kinda love that Suzanne wrote this. The dialogue:

“Katniss, it’s just hunting. You’re the best hunter I know,” says Gale. “It’s not just hunting. They’re armed. They think,” I say. “So do you. And you’ve had more practice. Real practice,” he says. “You know how to kill.” “Not people,” I say. “How different can it be, really?” says Gale grimly. The awful thing is that if I can forget they’re people, it will be no different at all.

In the movie, the line sounds brutal and violent and I think part of it could be delivery. In the book, to me, Gale doesn’t say that with confidence or with the belief that humans are dispensable, but “grimly.” And in the movie we don’t get Katniss’s inner thought that even though what Gale said was callous it’s valid because this is the world they're living in - a world that is violent and where Capitol citizens don’t see children as anything other then prey. These characters are extremely desensitized to violence and death. In Catching Fire, Peeta and Katniss curl up on the couch with a mug of warm milk to watch Haymitch's games like it’s a movie.

I think there are a lot of moments to dislike or have distaste for Gale, because I have many. But some of his hate goes overboard and people mostly on twitter and tiktok bc they see the movies as canon solely put the blame on an 18 y/o with immense trauma instead of the adult leaders who have never experienced life like him - Coin is from D13, Plutarch and Snow are from the Capitol.

And to call Gale worse than Snow and to excuse a lot of Snow’s actions, even making shit up about Snow like he cared and gave genuine condolences to Katniss about Prim, or say he didn’t murder Lucy Gray as a defense against Billy Taupe like the murder attempt isn’t just as bad, is seriously gross. I’m kinda glad tbosas and hunger games hype has died down on Twitter because the takes were increasingly getting worse and more illogical.