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writingjourney · 2 months

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The Outlines of a Dream

Gale senses your concerns about the future with his very life on the line. He manages to comfort you – for once without as many words.

pairing: Gale x f!reader // tav!reader

content: 2k words, minor spoilers for late act 1/act 2, angst, fluff, mild hurt/comfort, kisses and cuddles, soft sleepy smut (p in v, v fingering, coming inside, unprotected, emotionsTM, they are so in love with each other sorry), rated E, 18+ only

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Magic thrums against your fingertip as you let your thumb glide over his cheek, tracing the purple veins where the orb has taken root inside of him. The sensation is faint, perhaps the lingering remains of your own magic, but it weighs on your heart nonetheless. For a moment you observe your lover as sleep gently takes him. Long lashes touch as his eyelids flutter in a last effort to stay awake, caressing his cheeks with every yet unsteady breath.

It has not been long since you met Elminster just outside the Shadowlands and he bore tidings that you reject more with every further step you take. Gale seemed so determined at the time, he still does whenever you argue about it, but you know that this conviction is slowly dwindling the closer you get to its execution, the closer you two become with no chance of ever building a future. At the very least stabilising the orb has brought you both the physical comforts of each other’s touch and you are making use of it as often as you can amidst the perils that surround you.

The hour is late and you retreated to his tent a while ago, two bedrolls pushed together to create the illusion of a comfortable bed. After fighting off shadow monsters on your way back to camp, washing off the smell of death and a good night’s sleep were all you longed for. But despite your fatigue you can’t find any rest now, anxiously pondering what lies ahead. Feeling quite tender and protective of him, you lean in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. With a sigh he blinks his eyes back open and you run your thumb along his jaw to soothe him.

“What ever happened to the exhaustion you complained about all throughout dinner, hm?” he grumbles, then at your expression, his brow furrows. “What’s on your mind, love?”

You brush a stray lock of hair behind his ear. “Nothing in particular.”

“You’re a horrible liar as I have told you many times before. In fact I should be offended that you still try.”

It is not your intention to lie, not really. You simply do not wish to talk about the orb tonight, to argue yet again, not after a whole day of being surrounded by death and darkness and monsters, and you certainly do not wish to speak about the Goddess who caused his pain in the first place.

“Did something happen, out in the field today?” he asks, ever inquisitive. “You did look rough when you came back, I simply assumed that it was because of the ambush and after bathing you seemed better–”

“It’s not that,” you assure him. “I just want to be close to you, if that’s alright.”

He reaches out to caress your cheek, teasing the knots in your hair until they give and he can run his fingers through the damp strands. “I will make an educated guess and assume that you do not wish to speak about it. Which I will accept, of course, if begrudgingly.”

The corners of your mouth twist into a smile. “How generous of you, my love.”

“If it is distraction that you seek, however…” His hand grips your hair a little tighter, pushing your chin forward until your lips are about to meet. “I shall gladly provide you with that.”

“I thought you were tire–”

He closes the gap before you can finish, chapped lips brushing against even more chapped lips but you forget the signs of your involuntary travels as soon as he presses in harder. His warmth is melting away your worries for the moment, soft mouth and soft tongue contrasted by the roughness of his beard against your chin. He tastes like the herbs he used for dinner, like the glass of wine you shared before bed.

“If I ever tell you that I’m too tired for you then you know the tadpole has finally infiltrated my speaking apparatus,” he mumbles, trailing his lips along your jaw while his hand meanders down over your breasts and along your waist before settling firmly on your hips. “I will never get enough of you.”

You breathe a sigh when his lips attach to your neck and he pulls you flush against him. Nimble fingers massage your flesh while he sucks your skin into his mouth, pulling a little before releasing it and shifting further down. Your own hand is burrowed in his hair, tugging at the soft strands which causes him to release a moan against your throat.

“I need you,” you whisper.

“I know,” he says. “Don’t worry, my love, I have you.”

His fingers snake between your bodies while his other hand slides underneath you, keeping you close by pressing against your lower back. You feel him pulling at your underwear which is all you’re wearing anyway, and once it’s off his hand urgently cups your sex, feeling the heat against his palm. His lips whirr with a low hum when his fingers find your wet cunt, probing at your entrance with eagerness. When he pushes one inside of you you keen and he brings his face back to yours, his nose brushing against your cheek.

“Shhhhhh.” The sound is sharp, a hiss that feels cold against your lips. “We don’t want to wake the others, hm? I’ve grown quite tired of Lae’zel throwing rocks against my tent.”

You nod and he closes the gap for a kiss just as his finger slides in deeper, swallowing the moan that involuntarily leaves you. Adding a second finger, he sets a gentle, slow pace, preparing you carefully while never breaking away from your lips. He is quite dextrous. Observant since the first time you were intimate, he already knows exactly where to press, where to stroke, where to caress.

“Gale,” you whimper against his mouth, rolling your hips into his hand for more friction.

When you feel the heel of it press against your sweet spot a hot spark runs through your whole body. Instinctively you wrap your leg around him, hiking it up behind him to pull him even closer. His mouth opens and he pushes his tongue against yours as he crooks his fingers. For a moment you focus on the kiss, the way he tastes you like you’re the sweetest fruit, devouring you with a hunger that puts any bear or wolf to shame. When you return the favour, resting your hand on his neck, you can feel the deep rumble in his throat vibrating against your palm.

His hips buck, then, and the sounds leaving him gain a desperate quality. You know he’s too far gone when instead of words only groans and sighs leave his lips. Understanding even without language, you fiddle with his clothes, trying to find the lacings of his pants to pull them open. He is hard when you finally palm him, stroking to the rhythm of his fingers moving inside of you. The moment you feel him leaking onto your hand, he loses his rhythm, and you decide that you’re not in the mood for any teasing tonight.

You grab his wrist and pull his hand from you, the loss of him making you clench desperately around nothing. Then you hitch your leg up higher behind his back to open yourself for him while aligning your hips with his. In this angle, his hard cock slides between your legs and when you finally feel him pressing against your cunt you lose all focus. Gale assists you by lining himself up and pushing in slowly, achingly. More needy sounds fall from both of your lips, need and desire coursing through you with every little shift.

Once he is fully sheathed inside of you, he pauses, urgently pressing his mouth to yours again while grabbing at your ass to pull you ever, impossibly closer. You bodies are melting into each other, just like your mouths, the closeness of this new position only heightening every vivid emotion that pools into your belly. You pour all of them into the kiss, everything you feel for him, and when he starts to move your moan sounds more like a sob.

He can’t reach quite as deep from this angle but you don’t want to loosen your embrace and you’re both too exhausted and achy to move too much anyway. It doesn’t lessen how perfect he feels, how your whole body is filled to the brim with love for him even though you struggle to find the right words for it when it matters. You hope that he can feel it, somehow, that he knows every precious moment with him is the happiest you have ever been.

Slowly and in a steady rhythm he rocks against you and you try to meet his every movement. Pleasure trickles into your lower belly, gathering hotly in your core. Gale gasps every time he manages to sink in deeper, his hands grasping at you desperately to hold you tight.

“Feels so good,” you whisper, encouraging him. “Don’t stop, d-don’t ever stop.”

His reply is a strangled moan, his hips stuttering into yours more urgently than before. You clench around him, dangling on the precipice of your peak. It’s a little messy, clumsy, the way you move against each other so desperate not to let any air come between you. But you need him like that, fully, wholly, everything of him that you can possibly have. You don’t know how long you’ll be able to feel it, every moment so invaluable and fleeting.

You come with a sob that rips through your whole chest, the sparks now running through you in hot shivers. As you tighten around him, rolling your hips to ride out the sensation, Gale whimpers in your ear. He spills inside of you not two ragged breaths later, trembling in your arms as he fills you. When he deflates, his muscles going limp as he sinks further into the bedroll, you curl up half on top of him. You’re not ready to let go, not now.

For a long time you just hold onto him and he wraps you up tightly in his arms, breathing kisses to your hair as you both catch your breath. You know you should relax, loosen your muscles to let go of the tension, but you can’t bring yourself to ease your grip on him.

“I won’t let you go,” you whisper.

“I think this is a conversation best had in the morning, not in the middle of the–”

“I won’t,” you stress, clinging to him like he’s your anchor in a stormy sea. You don’t care if your nails dig into his shoulder or if you squeeze the very air from his lungs, you need to hold him as close as possible or the storm will drag you away.

“I won’t go anywhere, love,” he assures you. “At least not anytime soon.”

“You’re a horrible liar,” you echo him. “I should be offended by your weak attempt.”

He gives a soft chuckle, then places another kiss on your forehead that tickles as his beard scrapes along the tender skin. “I would never lie to you, my love. Though perhaps we can both bend the truth a little bit when it comes to this matter, if it means you get some rest tonight.”

You sit up to look at him, running your thumb over the purple lines once more while holding his gaze. You can see the vulnerability in his eyes, the fear he told you you ease when you’re with him, but you also see the burning affection he holds for you. You tell yourself that it’s stronger, that it’s bigger than the fear, that the roots of your love reach deeper than those of the orb.

It calms you, eventually, and you give a barely perceptible nod. The kiss you press to his lips is soft, an offering of peace, and when you settle back against him, you place your hand on the circle on his chest. It still thrums, you note, the magic trapped inside of him. This time, you let it lull you in, trusting in yourself, trusting in him, and sleep finally comes easier.

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“While I hope that isn’t your intention, staring any harder at the fire won’t make it any stronger. No matter how accomplished you may be.”

You feel the muscles in your brows relax in the dark of the night. Interesting, that. Considering how you don’t recall them furrowing so tightly in the first place.

Hearing the scratch of shoes against stone, you feel him make himself more apparent, as he always did. Moving to stand beside you. Not resting his eyes upon your visage just yet. Choosing to study the dying embers you must have been glaring at in front of you.

He takes quite an awful amount of time in doing so, too. Whatever thought you might have been thinking about long gone from your grasp as his presence unnerves you.

You feel your hands clenching and unclenching to alleviate yourself.

Yet the very air around him still makes your head swim, and your blood boil.

He takes a deep breath, as if steeling his resolve, before turning to look at you.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Cut the shit, Dekarios. What do you want?”

He shudders at the use of his name, but raises his hand up in false surrender. Gesticulating with his arms and hands as much as he did when you last saw him this close up.

“I mean no harm, and I see no point in denying to remedy whatever rift may have come between us.” He motions to the both of you, as he speaks.

“Come now,” he moves to lessen your distance, but you only turn to keep facing the dying campfire as he continues.

“Surely whatever schoolyard taunts and transgressions exchanged aren’t worth jeopardizing our efforts in our search for a cure, hm?” There’s a hopeful lilt at the end in his voice. He looks almost sincerely apologetic as continues on. Words, lacking their usual garrulous nature, as if keeping things short and simple would appease you.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was apologizing out of the goodness of his heart.

“And who told you to apologize this time? Was it our fiery friend, or ‘The Blade of Frontiers?’ Or perhaps even our closest confidante; Astarion?” He raises a finger up with a confused expression to counter, but you beat him to it.

“With all due respect, Mr. Dekarios, we can go on our merry little way without discussing this.” You still refuse to look at him as you settle on admiring your nails for a change of scenery.

“Perhaps we’ll find some other fortune altogether and be rid of our parasites in the mornings that follow! And our little truce will matter not once we part ways and we both return to where we belong.” You finally move towards your tent to close your conversation, but Gale seems to ignore the implication as he follows you.

“You can finally return home to your beloved tower in Waterdeep, and I will be happily rotting in my little hovel.” You make one final tilt of the head to look at him, as if turning your whole body would be too much of an effort or grace to bestow upon him.

“Good night, sir Archmage.” You huff out as you disappear into the flaps of your tent without even letting your old classmate a chance to retaliate.

He stares incredulously at the still swishing material of your sanctuary. He releases a heavy sigh that built up in him and walked back to his own space in the camp to stew in his thoughts.

His eyes catching on the spyglass that he set up right outside his tent with disappointment.

If things had gone pleasantly, he would’ve asked you to observe the stars with him, as they were clearer to see from here than in Baldur’s Gate.

He distantly recalls you wanting for one during your academy days as the view from your little hovel, as he once called it, was rather murky. What with all the factories in the area.

He takes one last look at your tent from his and shakes his head.

It eludes him why you’re so hostile around him.

And even more so when you’re nowhere near this way around the others. He figured you two would be closer, given your shared interests and trade.

Hells, he even admired you all those years ago. Watching you accomplish so much, despite many difficulties. He wonders if you’ve ever respected him in the same way.

He sees Wyll looking at him, and he shakes his head to tell him that he doesn’t feel like talking. Entering his own tent to turn in for the night.

Hoping for any good that the gods can afford them come first light.

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galebrainrot2024 · 2 months

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Gale x Tav Enemies to Lovers Part 19

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Full transparency, I did pull some loose lines from a NSFW of mine. No reason for me to totally reinvent the wheel! Enjoy :) Gale's POV

After the rest of their companions retired, Karlach tentatively walked over to Gale and stuck her head in his room, “Pst,” she waved a hand. “Up for a little late night walk about?”

Despite his exhaustion and because the orb didn’t loom over him, he obliged and stood, groaning as he rose to his feet. “Gladly.”

They walked the outskirts of the inn, trailing along the black water’s edge in silence before Karlach broke the silence. “So…” she said, rubbing the back of her neck, “How are you feeling? I mean, now that you’re not the only one facing the possibility of death.”

Gale released a quick, short puff of air. “Oh, you know, ever the optimist.” He paused, sitting on the flat rocks overlooking the murky abyss. “I wouldn’t wish this fate on anyone, least of all you. It would be selfish to talk about myself when you’ve only learned of your fate.”

Karlach laughed and shoved his shoulder, “Come off it, mate. I’ve been living on borrowed time and we both knew it, the difference is now it’s been confirmed. It’s not speculation anymore. This engine is going to blow and I’ll be damned if I step foot back in the hells. Besides,” she said, tossing a stick into the lake, “what have I got to offer this world? You were a chosen, an archmage… you have so much to live for and your death is not inevitable.” She looked at him seriously, “You have to reconsider.”

“I’m just a man,” Gale frowned, running a hand over his weary face, “An imperfect one, with needs, wants, and flaws by the bushel. A fragile vessel in which to place potentially world-ending power.”

Karlach groaned and stood to pace. “I hate it when you talk about yourself like that. Mystra must have done quite the number on you, for you to think so little of yourself.”

Gale fiddled with his collar and sleeves, uncomfortable and unaccustomed to such blatant vulnerability. “Well, it’s hard to think highly of yourself once you’ve been reduced to a pitiful excuse to the person you once were. And even more so now that my ex-lover, and goddness of magic, has more or less signed my fate. My end.”

“You have so much to live for,” Karlach expressed, waving her arms. “What about your friends? Tara? Your mother? Tav?” Gale ignored her when she emphasized Tav’s name and he swallowed hard. “Fine, ignore whatever is going on between Tav and you. What about the rest? If I were in your shoes, there’s no way I’d be willing to kill myself for a God like her.”

Gale felt his temperature rise and clenched his fists, “It’s not that simple.”

“Isn’t it?” She walked back and forth, emphasizing her point with broad strokes, “First, she casts you out with no explanation - I mean, yeah, you meddled in a Goddesses affairs, and she could have at least told you what you’d done. Has she ever told you, the source of the orb’s power I mean?” Gale shook his head and bit the insides of his cheek. “Exactly. So, we don’t even know what this thing is and she, an omnipotent being, couldn’t be bothered to offer you the grace of an explanation? You’re not the first human to make such an error, I’d reckon.”

Gale laughed and shrugged, “Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps I ought to be angrier… ah… ultimately, it was my fault, my choice - my folly. I thought I knew better than a Goddess… I sought to return one, infinitesimal diamond to her crown. The equivalent of pouring a canteen of water into the Chionthar.” He scoffed, shaking his head, “Sacrificing myself for the rest of the realm feels like adequate punishment.”

Karlach groaned again, “I won’t sit here and listen to you kick yourself while you’re down, mate. It’s too damn depressing. You made a mistake - a foolish one - and a mistake all the same. If Mystra can’t think of another way to extend her forgiveness other than for you to take your own life, she’s not Goddess worth worshipping. We will find another way.”

“Maybe you should take your own advice,” Gale volleyed back to her. She smirked and threw a fistful of grass at him.

“Hey!” He brushed the leaves from his person, the tension leaving him. She certainly knew how to change his mood. “I don’t appreciate being decorated in this shadowed muck, thank you. Shouldn’t I be the one asking you how you’re feeling anyway? How did this become about me?”

She bellowed, raising her hands to the sky like a penitent. “This is the best day. The best day.”

Gale balked, his eyes widening. “Karlach. You were just given a death sentence. The best day?” He rose a brow at her, skeptical.

“You should know better than most how lonely it’s been to not be able to relish in anyone’s company. For years I’ve been starved of the simple pleasures of being alive. I’m so happy for me - in fact, I might be the happiest woman on the sword cost since I may have someone to cuddle up to tomorrow night…” Gale grinned to match her curled smirk. “I didn’t expect to see him here. He was giving me the old eye, right? I’m not making that up?”

Gale stood and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, “He was most definitely giving you the old eye. I’m happy for you, Karlach. Really I am. I.. I would be remiss if I didn’t tell you how worried I am, though. Dammon’s right - the world is better with you in it.”

“Listen,” she clasped his shoulders, looking at him seriously, “I’m never going back. If you said I could die right now or live a thousand years in the Hells, I’d choose to go out now with my freedom intact. I don’t expect anyone to understand that - but I’ve been dealt a hand most people don’t have to contemplate playing. You have, too - you should know better than anyone.”

“It doesn’t have to be forever,” he insisted, “it could give some time to find a proper solution. I have a hard time believing it can’t be managed.”

“You heard Dammon. There is no solution. It’s hell, or bust. I choose bust.” She shook her head and sighed, stepping away from him to look out at the endless blanketed sky. Her voice quavered, “I don’t want to talk about this now. I’ve been given a huge gift. I can touch people I love for the first time in a decade. And for the first time in a decade there are people I care about all around me. Let me enjoy that, please. I just want to celebrate this. At least for a little.” Gale understood the sentiment deeply and allowed the quiet night to consume them.

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“Answer me true,” Jaheira said, placing her hands on the table. “Do not lie. The parasite is changing you, isn’t it?”

Gale stood behind Tav, observing carefully as she navigated the conversation. He was intrigued by her couth and furtiveness, how she leveraged her tone, her word choice, all while holding her cards tightly to her chest. As the days passed, Gale began to recognize how much he admired this in Tav. How they’d been faced with countless dangers, incredible odds, and she rarely faltered in her conviction. It was inspiring and arousing. He was enamored with how diplomatic she was, how tactful, just how cunning… and her talent with magic… it was enough to make him feel unhinged.

“Well,” Tav said, tracing her finger over the rim of the glass she refused. “I’ve experienced so much since the crash. Who’s to say it’s the tadpole that changed me?”

Jaheira sneered and Shadowheart giggled, earning her an elbow jab from Karlach who was listening intently. “You speak frivolously. Do you not grasp the cost of what we’re dealing with? Look around you… good people, stranded here two feet in the grave. If we’re to survive I have no choice but to trust you. Can I?”

“Trust doesn’t matter -“ Tav said cooly and Gale felt his stomach knot, her confidence was electric. “I’ll get the job done. What happened to being the godsend you’d been praying for?” He felt his lips curl into a crooked grin, and ran his fingers through his hair as he watched her, two snakes in an elaborate dance.

“That was a public display of hope, despite private reservations. I have every reason to be cautious. I’ve traced people like you - people with parasites in their brains. The cult is spreading through the city. Quietly. Quickly. With unsettling deliberation. We tracked them to this ancient village, only to be faced with a man we killed and buried over a century ago. General Kethric Thorm. Remember that name.”

After speaking with Jaheira, the group made a b-line towards the stair to seek out Isobel’s protection - if they were to venture to Moonrise, they’d need much more than crude torches. Gale was seized with the gravity of it all - how much larger than them this was. Larger than just the tadpoles. It was bleak, and he felt a sinking dread that detonating the orb would be the way.

He felt a lithe hand on his shoulder and turned his head as they lingered outside of Isobel’s room. “There will be another way,” Tav murmured and gave his upper arm a reassuring squeeze. He felt sick, overwhelmed by her touch, overwhelmed by the possibilities before him. Gale sought to ignore the creeping thoughts, the unholy things he wanted to do to her each time she touched him.

There was no ale, no potion, no feeling on earth that quite compared to when he looked into her eyes or when she touched him.

Her gaze lingered and Gale felt exposed, naked almost as she peered into his soul, as if she was probing the deepest recesses of his mind. As if she could hear his thoughts.

“How can you be so sure…” he whispered, averting her eyes. He was shocked when he felt her fingers brush his jaw, her gentle grip turning his face to meet hers.

“Because I know you, and I know myself. Neither of us do particularly well when we are told what we cannot do.” They held one another’s gaze for what felt like a millennia before Shadowheart cleared her throat.

“As much as I hate to interrupt this precious moment, we have a cult to ambush, remember?”

They blushed and separated like oil and water. “Right,” Tav said in a strained whisper and they swung open the doors.

“I didn’t realize I had an audience -“ Isobel said, her white hair iridescent in the shadow's light. “The true soul who’s going to save us all. Pleased to meet you.”

“Word travels fast.” Tav said, crossing her arms.

“Hm… it’s a small inn. It’s almost too good to believe. Free from the Absolute’s influence, yet able to walk among cultists... yet, a blessing all the same. Let me guess, Jaheira sent you to beg a protection spell of her favorite cleric.”

As Isobel manipulated the blue light that projected from her palm, Gale cocked a brow at Shadowheart’s scoff. Bold, to openly denounce someone who was offering their guidance and help. Selunite cleric or not, he’d thought her more clever than that. Old wounds die hard, he supposed.

“This should help get you closer to the towers… but there are places it won’t help, where the curse is too strong, darker. The cultists are able to traverse the deepest shadows - the harpers are trying to figure it out.”

“Selunite magic.” Shadowheart scoffed and shook her head, as if to rid herself of the spell. “Dark Lady forgive me.”

“Good nose - like a nasty little terrier.” Isobel quipped, a clip that would have earned a nasty retort from Shadowheart had there not been a strange, threatening noise that engulfed them.

Gale felt a rumbling, as if the ground itself threatened to split open. He reached out, grabbing hold of Tav’s arm. “Something is wrong.”

As Karlach wiped Marcus’s blood from her axe, Gale wiped his face with a cloth. Shadowheart brushed off her armor and rolled her shoulder’s back. “Well. There’s always something, isn’t there.”

“The plot thickens,” Karlach said, taking a gulp of water. “What I’d give for some precedented, run of the mill ass-whopping. This all feels… I don’t know. Too heavy.” Gale’s brow furrowed - it wasn’t often she admitted to feeling overwhelmed.

“This is the same Karlach that fought in the Blood War?” Gale taunted, to which she stuck out her tongue in mock defiance and tossed the bloodied, balled-up cloth at him.

Gale dodged the throw, holding out his arms as if to say 'See that? This Wizard still has some tricks up his sleeve.' Then, he looked steadily at Tav and his face contorted for a moment - was that a flash of jealousy? He licked his lips, trying to add moisture to his desperately parched mouth. Tav’s knuckles were white as they gripped her canteen.

Gale extended a hand to her, “Care to share?”

He admired how her skin flushed, the beads of sweat pooling on her forehead and snaked in miniature rivulets down her cheeks. When she handed him the canteen, her fingers brushed against his knowingly and he felt electrified. Before he could reconcile with himself, the words spilled out of him like a bad batch of Hundur sauce.

“You know… it’s quite thrilling, to fight off such grim creatures as this region throws at us. Especially being at your side,” he paused for a moment, embarrassed yet unable to stop, “I once… read a book that explained in some detail the effect a brush with danger has on one’s desire for… other forms of stimulation.” He swallowed some water, though it did little to alleviate the desert inside, “Have you ever read anything on that subject?”

He was acutely conscious of the gleeful shock on Shadowheart and Karlach’s faces. He bit down on the inside of his lip and swayed a bit on his feet before relief consumed him as Tav spoke: “Read it?” she said softly, but with a knowing glint in her eyes that made Gale’s heart flutter, “I could have written the damn thing...” he saw her swallow hard, the hallow of her neck calling out to him like a siren song. What he would give to flick his tongue along the vulnerable skin.

Gale cleared his throat, shifting to conceal his growing arousal. Thank the gods he was wearing a loose robe.”Oh…” he took a deep breath, a lopsided grin betraying his wanton need, “Then might I suggest we pool our knowledge. No sense in letting valuable, first hand experience go to waste.” He tried to steady himself as his mind whirled with salacious details, the lustful heat seeping through his body and soul. He wanted more than her physical body. He wanted all of her - her mind, her soul. To bond with her in a tantric, unworldly experience. “Perhaps it’s just the thrill of our near-undead experience talking, but standing at your side through such darkness and disrepair...my Gods..” Gale’s face softened, his voice cool. He couldn’t quite manage the rest once he realized he saw the same hunger, the ache in her soul.

The words lodged in his throat, unable to be uttered and so they lingered invisibly in the air: it only makes me want you more.

He wasn't able to spare himself further embarrassment. “Gale - did you just,” Shadowheart broke the silence, “I’m sorry, did you just tell Tav you wanted to have sex with her by citing a book?” Shadowheart giggled, though not out of malice. "After we just murdered a teeming host of winged horrors and a mangled, freaky-cultist? I didn't think you had it in you, to be honest."

The way Karlach began to crack up made his ears burn. The air seemed to crackle, alive and whipping with the impending storm of two bodies desperate to intertwine. Gale and Tav were side by side, he staring down into her enrapturing eyes and allowed himself to indulge in every inch of her face, her body…

Karlach started: “So, Tav, are you going to let the wizard ba-“

But before she could finish her sentiment, Jaheira bounded up the stairs, accosting them and Isobel. The conversation would have to wait.

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erisperitas · 6 months

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The beginning of a doodle page to sate my need to physically manifest Ramil and Gale's dynamic.

#bg3 tav #bg3 art #bg3 gale x tav #bg3 gale #gale x tav #doodle #erisperitas #oc: ramil basilio ragasa #procreate #wip

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malewife-of-waterdeep · 2 months

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Gale and Zerrius

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life-is-curious · 3 months

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Drew a rough Gale and my Tav uwu

My Tav is named Keir, They/them

I LOVE THEM AND THEY ARE CUTE WITH GALE <3333

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wikimb · 3 months

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There.

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 4 months

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Touch

Summary:When your tired you can't keep your hands off them

Type:Hcs:Fluff:Halsin X GN!Reader: Karlach X GN!Reader: Gale X GN!Reader

Version:Bg3

Karlach

She loves it

After all those years of having no physical touch with people, she adores these small touchs

Even if you're just touched her through her clothes she still loves it

The small touchs on her thigh or arm sends small shocks through her

If her engine is fixed, she'll giggle and softly touch your arm to match your soft touches

Halsin

He pulls you closer to him when you do this

A soft smile on his face as he feels your tired yet soft caresses on his leg or arm

He'd probably do it back, softly caressing your bicep as he leans his head against yours

He finds it quite comforting, especially if it's after a tough mission

He will fall asleep quite quickly from your soft touchs, it relaxs his raging mind

Gale

He didn't realize it was a normal thing for you to do for like, a few weeks

He just thought you were being affectionate(maybe you were)

He will lean against you and read his books to you to help you sleep

He will probably do it back if you two are cuddling

Most of the time, he just leans into your touch and just enjoys the moment

[A/n:I need this game so bad 😭. I hope you enjoyed]

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cosmicbucket · 6 months

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void and gale my silly sorcerer/wizard rivalry

they are rivals to lovers btw. if you even care. i might talk about them if anyone's interested

ref under readmore, i couldnt for the life of me find the og post but it resonated so strongly w me for these two

#bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 gale #bg3 gale x tav #gale x tav #tav x gale #bg3 oc #bg3 ocs #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #rivals to lovers #they’re very silly

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#bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 gale #bg3 gale x tav #bg3 gif #baldurs gate 3 #tav: gaby #bg3 oc #bg3 romance #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #wizard of waterdeep #bg3 kisses #bg3 original character #gale x tav

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easy-there-leftovers · 4 days

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Can be read as a continuation to my previous work about Gale, but can also be read independently.

Today had been a tiring day, especially for their de-facto leader, Gale thinks. The situation at the goblin village could have turned for the worse had you not smooth talked your way through.

And yet you’ve gone back to dueling the fire with your eyes again, he notes. However unlike last time, he chooses to stay put in his own corner of the camp.

Given his last attempt at light but stimulating conversation, he’s mostly sure that he will never do such a thing ever again. Lest he wants to feel the less than comfortable stares of everyone awake when he returns to his tent.

Alone and unaccompanied.

Doesn’t mean that he can’t observe you from here though. While he should be reading up on a rather interesting book he picked up from today’s skirmish, the pages haven’t been graced with his eyes quite nearly as much as your form.

Naturally, he doesn’t realize this until something, or rather someone, catches his attention.

Astarion.

Usually not one to leave his own comfortable area of the camp, it was surprising to see him choose to settle in at a bedroll nearer the fire.

To approach you in such a manner. Almost as if you were familiar with another.

“Which couldn’t be since you would have only met one another after the crash,” he reasons.

Astarion makes a comment from his lax position on his bedroll. Opens the conversation with you the same way that he’s certain he did a few nights ago, and yet the response couldn’t be more different.

The action draws what looks to be an exasperated sigh from you, but Gale notices your eyes soften at the elf’s remark. You don’t turn to face him, but still respond while focusing on the camp’s light.

Astarion stands to be nearer to you, perhaps trying to convince you of something, as he slings an arm around your shoulder. Face, nearing yours. The thumb of his slung-over hand seemingly grazing the skin of your exposed collarbone, uncovered by the looser strings of your shirt.

Gale feels his jaw slacken as he watches this very scene unfold before him. The book, long forgotten as the strength in his arm wanes, almost dropping it. He feels his eyes bug out of his skull when he sees you place your hand on top the pale fellow’s in what he can only assume is an affectionate gesture.

He’ll admit, perhaps he wasn’t paying attention to you earlier in the days you reunited. With the way you were avoiding him, it seemed like you wanted him to forget you existed or pretend like you didn’t know each other.

But how could he?

How could he when you inspired him so?

How could he when your wit and creativity showed him more ways the weave could be practiced?

How could he when he knew that all your friends had always been more like Aatarion’s type, and that you’ve always seemed to avoid his?

He supposed he shouldn’t be be surprised then, if he claims to know you so well. It was inevitable that you would warm up to the elf so quickly. Alike in charm and nerve.

And if you still haven’t warmed up to the wizard in the years of study you shared, he doubts you ever will.

He watches how pleasing the pair of you look. With the sheer charisma you two radiated, it didn’t take much for anyone to assume you would have been coupled up or at the very least intimately engaged.

Ah, but where will all this conjecture get him? He’s still dealing with the loss of Mystra’s favor and it’s vicious consequences. What use would it be to watch like this?

He takes one last look at your joined hands before he sees you respond and heads in to his tent. Perhaps a bit of rest will help temper whatever wave of emotions it is that washes over him.

“Astarion.” You warn with your warmer hand atop his.

“Hm?”

You turn your head to look at him and you’re greeted by that self-aggrandizing smirk that always curls up on his face.

The sight makes you sigh. No answer to his earlier question will get you out of this.

Tricky bastard.

“Your fingers are cold.” He clicks his tongue at that, but removes himself from your form anyway. A catty, “you’re no fun” leaving his lips as he distances himself from you.

He smiles anyway and tilts his head to the side. Standing to rest all his weight on one leg, and waves you off with one hand.

“I’ll see you later, I’m sure.” You shakes your head at that and turn to leave.

“Good night Astarion.”

“Sweet dreams, dear mage.”

He’s convinced you enough to try.

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thegoblinwitchqueen · 2 months

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Commission of Othello and Gale for @wizardskissing ❤️ I really love the way this turned out ❤️❤️

#my art #my artwork #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanart #bg3 #bg3 art #baldurs gate fanart #baldurs gate 3 fanart #bg3 tav #art comissions #commissions open #bg3 gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale x tav #tav x gale #baldurs gate 3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #gale x tav

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galebrainrot2024 · 2 months

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GalexTav Enemies to Lovers Part 23

Part 22 | Read on Ao3 | Master List

Summary: Gale and Tav continue on their journey from childhood rivals, to meet again to destroy the absolute. Gale's POV. Mutual pining, sexual tension, we love to see it. Content is a bit mature, not explicit. Enjoy and thank you for reading :)

Tav had excused herself from the tent, slipping out with Wyll to leave Gale ruminating on their kiss. The blood still pooled between his legs and his skin was on fire. Gale’s cheeks burned and his mind reeled from their kiss, his body ignited and hungry in ways he had forgotten existed.

It was such a severe whiplash he had trouble grounding himself, his body tingling and alight and starved for unholy entanglements.

He pinched his bottom lip between his fingers and then brushed his thumb across, as if to mimic the sensation of her lips. He could still taste her, fresh on his tongue - it was like cranberries, tart yet sweet. The taste of the salt on her skin, how supple and delicate she felt beneath him. Gale shifted, trying to cool his illicit thoughts and groaned. Carnal hunger threatened to consume him.

Gale stood dumbfounded and without a singular thought apart from her. Her smell lingered on his skin, a citrus and earthen blend - it filled the tent in her absence. She could not have fled quicker and he was convinced he had mucked up his chance. Perhaps he wasn’t as sensually skilled as he believed himself to be. But he had been told countless times, even pre-Mystra of his tongue’s exceptional talents. Besides, was she not the one who boldly expressed their desires, encouraged him to taste her?

He moved in a trance, trying to put together a coherent meal while his thoughts still lingered on Tav. Gale groaned when he realized he added sugar instead of salt to the dry rub and pinched the bridge of his nose, irritated with himself and this foolishness. He was a grown man, yet the bodily appetites and emotions drowned Gale in a turbulent mess. He had forgotten how consuming such a yearning was.

In a way, he was grateful she left. It meant he had time to think.

Gale was confident they’d speak at dinner. When he began the cook over the fire, her noticeable absence felt akin to the throbbing of the orb. A lingering ache, a hunger for something long gone. His eyes flicked across camp and yeilded nothing. He asked his companions, and all offered the same half-hearted “haven’t seen her, sorry.”

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“Wyll said there was some canoodling,” Karlach nudged Gale, almost provoking him to drop his plate.

“Karlach,” Wyll glowered at her and Gale felt warmth spread up his neck, grateful that Shadowheart and Astarion were eating on the opposite end of camp with Halsin, both interested in the Druid’s… skill set.

“What?!” Karlach said, her mouth half full of food. “You can’t seriously think I was going to keep that to myself, did you? Especially because it’s Gale?” She smiled playfully in his direction and Gale snorted.

“It seems I scared her off -“ before he could finish, Karlach cut him off.

“Come off it,” she rolled her eyes and leaned forward, setting her plate down. “Listen, I may not know the details yet - I expect to soon enough - if Wyll is being half as truthful as he insists he is, it sounds like that kiss was hot.”

“KARLACH,” Wyll’s complexion reddened and he darted his gaze to Gale, shrugging as if seeking forgiveness.

“Wyll,” Gale began, “I wonder… did you happen to spread this information throughout all of camp?” Despite the evenness in his tone, there was an edge - what if Tav found out everyone knew, and assumed it was him that told? Would she think he were boasting, would she find it shameful? The thoughts balled and grew until he was convinced that’s why she was nowhere to be found. She wanted nothing to do with him.

“On Balduran’s grave, I swear I only told Karlach!” Wyll shot her a scowl and she smirked. “I should have known she’d throw me to the wolves, though.”

Karlach snickered and leaned back on the ground, “You should know better than to tell me something steamy about one of my best mates and expect me not to say anything. I’ve been telling Gale for weeks -“ she sat upright, looking sternly at him. “That there was something there. Finally. Glad you did something about it. How was it? Hot as you expected?”

Gale shut his eyes, gritting his teeth. His entire face was hot, and he wanted to crawl out of his skin.

“From the looks of it, it seemed Tav did something about it.” As Wyll said this smirking, Gale felt his stomach lurch and ran a hand over his face. Wyll laughed and patted him on the back, “Don’t worry Gale, we won’t tell anyone else. Might as well let us have a little fun with it, things are gloomy enough. We have to find the bright moments where we can. Even if it’s a little fun at the expense of our friends.”

Gale sighed. “Ha-ha. Consider me thoroughly amused.” He returned to pushing the food on his plate, his appetite elsewhere. His gut twisted, panic creeping into his thoughts - what if he was so out of practice she couldn’t bear to face him? As Gale tormented himself, when he felt Karlach nudge his side and tilt her chin, indicating Tav slipping into her tent.

Standing quickly, the bowl of food that rested precariously on his lap spilled onto the ground and Scratch bounded over, sniffing the contents for scraps.

You bedded a goddess, how difficult could this be?

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He felt the eyes of his companions burning into him as he stood outside the tent, the flap shaking in the wind, a tiny dancer. He froze, unsure of whether to enter. Turning to steal a look at Karlach for encouragement, her insistent gaze ushered him forward. Gale shut his eyes and took a deep breath, “Tav?” His voice was hoarse so he cleared his throat, trying again. “May I come in?”

Rustling. A crash. A quiet ‘shit,’ and then a breathless: “Just a second,” he felt his lips curl, amused by the frantic noises coming from within. When she poked her head out, her hair was mussed and her cheeks red. Gale felt his heart stop and his lips parted. Inhaling, he waited for her to speak. The silence was thick with words unsaid, and he felt his body inch closer to the opening where she was. “Sorry,” she finally managed. “I… just…” the way she stumbled over her words gave Gale the confidence he needed.

His shoulders rolled back and he took another step forward, leaning over her slightly as she rested in the threshold. “You just?” He murmured, pressing his lips together for a moment as he gazed down at her. Her pillow lips called to him and he felt the electric current move effortlessly between them.

When he felt her deft fingers clutch his purple shirt, goosebumps spread across his body and obliged as she pulled him into her tent.

The space was small, hardly large enough to hold one, let alone two bodies. Gale had to duck, the tent not near tall enough for him to stand in. Tav sat on her bed roll, and she patted the ground beside her. As he looked down at her, he was gripped with the need to have her.

Perhaps this was a bad idea. Without breaking her gaze, he sat beside her, grunting as he lowered himself and rested back on his elbows. “The knees aren’t quite what they used to be, I’m afraid.”

Tav tucked a stray hair behind her ear and tilted her head. “So...”

Gale stared at her, wide eyed for a moment before breaking out into a low chuckle. “So.. you needed a moment to recover, I imagine, because the passion was too much for you?” He ran a hand through his hair and felt his skin pulse with desire when she blushed and laughed, the tone giving away her own desire. Every fiber in his being wanted her. “Imagine how stunned I was to find you don’t hate me, after all,” Gale murmured. The dim light in the tent cascaded across her features and made her dark eyes seem endless. He could barely make out the coloring of her eyes.

A cocky grin crossed her lips, “Hate, desire… the frustration rears its head, one way or another.” She fiddled with her fingers and looked down. “I’ve never hated you, for the record.”

Gale rose his brows and grinned, “Now I know you’re lying.”

She flicked her gaze to his, her cheeks blooming crimson and she frowned. “I’m serious. Frustrated by you, absolutely - envious of your status at times, certainly… you just… oh you get under my skin in ways no one else does. It drives me insane.”

He chewed on the side of his cheek and sat upright, shifting closer to her. He knelt in front of her, feeling the intensity of the air between them shift. His fingers reached out to cup her face and he felt her shudder in response to his touch. He caressed her cheek with his thumb and he searched her eyes - there was so much yet to be said, and such precious little time to tell her.

Before he was able, though, she leaned forward and grabbed his face with her hands, pulling him over top her. Their lips met in a lecherous kiss, the kind that makes every cell stir with sinful arousal. Their tongues rolled together, dancing with one another and he hovered over her, not quite putting his full weight on top. Her fingers clutched at his waist impatiently and he felt his erogenous zone stir to life. He grunted, trying to pull back and she wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him closer to her until his stiff arousal pressed against her thigh. He groaned, pulling away from the kiss to press his face to her neck, breathing heavily. It took all of his self-control to pause and her frustrated whine nearly made him erupt with bliss.

“Please, don’t be mistaken… I want this,” his voice was husky and low as he pulled back to gaze down at her, “I want you, more than I believe I can eloquently articulate at present,” he cleared his throat, acutely aware of her hips pressing up into his, wanting. Aroused and undone by the way she was looking at him.

“So then have me,” she breathed as her leg hooked him tighter, and he felt his stomach knot.

“Patience,” Gale said, brushing the hair from her face and planted a hot kiss against her neck. “Patience.” With the will he wish he did not have, he unhooked himself from her grasp, but allowed his fingers to teasingly stroll between her thighs, earring him a mewl. Oh, why did he have to have any sense of morality.

When he went to stand, her gentle fingers wrapped in his. “Stay with me?” She whispered the question. He hesitated, enough for her to pull him back to her bed roll so the two were lying side by side and he felt her greedy lips brush across his jaw, her voice echoing in his ear. “Stay with me…” he sighed, tilting his head so her lips to continue to explore his neck. He knew he should leave. Needed to leave.

“If you insist.. for a little while,” Gale’s voice was thick and raspy and he struggled to compose himself. He was grateful and still disappointed when she pulled back to rest against his chest. The warmth and weight of her body was alien yet so comforting. He had forgotten how nice such a mortal, simple thing could be. His arms wrapped around her naturally, holding her to his chest.

They stayed there in one another’s arms, the silence stretching onward and Gale’s eyes grew heavy with sleep when her voice cooed to him. “When did you first learn?” Gale’s head tilt made her expand, “You could access the Weave, I mean.”

His stomach sunk. “Earlier than I had memory.” He grinned crookedly, his eyes holding on to hers as if she’d slip away. She looked at him, enraptured. “Luckily, not so soon before.”

Her soft smirk and fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest made the encasing around his heart continue to melt and beg to let her in. “One such memory stands out among the rest, though. I could have been no more than eight summers old. Elminster had come, after receiving more than a few worried letters from my mother about my unruly connection with magic. How she discovered his contact details, I’ve never learned.”

“Mm, sounds familiar,” Tav said, rolling her eyes in jest.

He rose a brow and grinned, “Did you not ask? Very well, I’d be loath to bore you…”

“I’m teasing you, I want to know -“ she said, the words tender and wrapped him in warmth. It felt like the first bite of melted butter on a fresh bun. Exquisite. Her fingers brushed hair from his eyes and he trembled at her touch, cupping his hand over hers. “The child prodigy was being visited and….?”

“Ah, yes,” he said, chuckling, “it was the summer before I was to attend Blackstaff. Elminster was sitting with my mother on the terrace when I came barreling into the room, eyebrows entirely singed off by the fireball I accidentally unleashed unto my neighbors rose bush.”

Tav’s melodic laughter soaked his mind, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, it’s just… thinking about you without eyebrows.”

“Ha,ha,” Gale said, though he was unperturbed and enjoyed her playfulness. “I’ll have you know, I was devastated. I wept, clinging to my mother’s apron and spilling out desperate apologies. The flowers were so beautiful and I hadn’t meant to destroy them…” his voice caught in his throat and he surprised himself. Her fingers against the hair on his forehead brought him back to reality and he sighed. “I had been reckless, and excited, yet to learn that wielding power carelessly begets destruction. I had wanted to enrich the flowers, to somehow make them more glorious than they already were - I was almost angry at how lovely they appeared and could not figure how to conjure my own.” When he flicked his gaze to her, he could not place her look. “What?” He furrowed his brow, worried that he may have said something wrong.

“That’s.. very sweet.” The tremble in her voice alluded to the emotion coursing through her, yet Gale was clouded with sleep and his own, unable to untangle her feelings. “I didn’t realize…” she blushed furiously and he tilted her chin to look at her. “What else is hiding in that vibrant emotional world of yours, I wonder?”

He felt the heat lick up his neck, both embarrassed and elated by how Tav accepted his vulnerability. The two stewed in the silence until she sat up, and he followed. Although he ached to stay, he stood despite her protests. “We should both get some rest.”

“I wish you would stay.” Tav insisted, reaching for his hand which he took graciously.

He brought her hand to his lips, “I know. I promise, your patience will be generously rewarded. Goodnight, Tav.” And despite his bodily wishes, he left.

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