#bloodweave fan fic
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DEPOLLUTE ME, GENTLE ANGEL
SUMMARY: Gale's been hiding behind his pride for far too long. Or at least, Astarion thinks so.
PAIRING: Astarion & Gale
WORD COUNT: 2,053
WARNINGS: Descriptions of decomposition and injuries. Brief mentions of dissociation.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi, this idea has been consuming my brain since I read @ssalballoon's comic about rotting gale. Obviously the concept isn't mine and is heavily inspired by their art, so please give them some love! <3
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Something’s wrong with Gale.
Often smelling more like a batch of tanned leather than a human wizard, Astarion can’t help but linger at its presence. Despite the way it violently rips through his senses —clouding his vision like a putrid fog of death— the smell is strangely intoxicating. A temptation of sorts, plaguing his thoughts with a powerful sweetness wrapped in rotting flesh.
It calls to him in ways he doesn’t quite understand. As the days pass, he can feel it clinging to his nose, assaulting his senses each time the wizard draws near. Ripping through him like a bloodied knife reeking of day-old viscera.
Most days, it’s presence is fickle. Ebbing and flowing like the tides, there are moments in between when he’s able to breathe a sigh of relief and forget the strange desires that sit at the back of his mind. Moments where the air is pure and unalloyed —no longer tainted by whatever shit Gale’s got collecting underneath that wretched bandage of his. Ones where Astarion can breathe without the threat of a fragrant assault each time the wizard passes. Allowing him time to think of himself rather than focusing on the increasing injury that Gale hides in plain sight.
Because Astarion can tell it’s getting worse. As the days turn to nights and circle back, he can see the subtle changes in Gale’s behaviour. How the wizard’s charm has slowly dampened over time, leaving nothing more but this suppressant version of himself, aimlessly floating from one camp to the next.
It drives him mad if he’s honest. Watching the way Gale refuses to cook with his hands. Instead choosing to waste his precious Weave to pilot those ridiculous apparitions. Or how he no longer waves his hands like a man gone mad each time he speaks. It’s depressing really, seeing him swiftly wither away. Witnessing the downfall of his autonomy each time he struggles to hold his staff during battle.
Even conversations with him have changed. Once resembling an elegant show of vast grandeur, talking to him has become nothing more than some menial task. A boring back and forth lacking that past boisterous quality of wit.
Astarion knows it’s because he’s exhausted. Slowly rotting from the inside out will do that to you, but that doesn’t make it any less annoying. Especially because he’s become embarrassingly reliant on the bastard. Not that he would never admit it out loud but the man’s become somewhat of a constant in his daily routine. A moment in time he stupidly looks forward to each time they both find themselves awake before everyone else.
Considering neither of them sleep, over the weeks it’s become a constant to greet each other before breakfast. To simultaneously wander out of their respective tents when the sun comes up, stretching their aches and pains away before meeting by the snuffed-out fire. Usually, Gale will greet him like an old friend, his tone cheery or playful, while Astarion merely nods and grumbles his way back to consciousness, eventually giving in to whatever conversation the wizard’s decided to focus his energy on.
It sounds preposterous given the circumstances but he enjoys the company. More so than he probably should, he thinks. Which makes the decreasing energy of his friend’s soul all the more painful to watch.
And to smell. Especially now that they’ve returned from battle, caked in the blood of their enemies —coated in dirt and sweat. All of it mixing together to create a cocktail-induced headache Astarion has to pretend not to notice.
Clearing a lump in his throat, as soon as they’re back he rushes for the lake just South of their campsite. Paying no mind to the rest of the party who follow leisurely behind, he quickly takes a deep breath to try and calm himself down. Sucking the tainted air as he closes his eyes, he pauses to allow it to filter through his lungs, counting each second spent struggling to maintain any sort of composure before he inevitably lets out it.
With just an inhalation or two he can tell Gale’s only a few feet back, moving slower than usual. Most likely sitting at the tail-end of the pack in order to push through the pain of his injury.
As they continue walking to their shared destination, Astarion can’t help but pity the poor fool, knowing how difficult it must be to move after all that excitement. Considering throughout their encounter he could see him struggling, it’s a miracle he’s still upright. Having spent the majority of the fight using his staff more like an anchor than a weapon, Astarion could feel the irritability of everything coursing through his veins —rushing through him alongside the adrenaline of battle.
It quickly became obvious he shouldn’t have been there in the first place. What with him whiffing every other shot and defiantly going against Tav’s orders. Having him around had become nothing short of a liability. And based on how hard he’d managed to push himself, he knew it too.
Which is why he refuses to stop, even now as they make it to the water’s edge and begin stripping down to wash away past thoughts and actions. Instead of acknowledging his need for help he merely continues to ignore the issue, walking down to the furthest point of the lake so that he can hope to slip away unnoticed.
Immediately going against such an idea, Astarion follows behind, keeping just enough distance so that he can remain undetected as he watches the wizard struggle to lower himself to the rocks below. Staring at the way his hands shake with the kind of violent energy Astarion’s far too familiar with.
Frowning at the memory of having to dig himself from his own grave centuries before, he can still feel the rupture of his knuckles against the dirt. How they cracked under the pressure of his desperation, threatening to break just like Gale’s now seem to do.
Remembering the irritation of the filth beneath his nails, Astarion can’t help but flex his digits at the same time Gale swipes his good hand across his face. Watching how the frustrated features disappear behind his fingers before returning with exhaustion.
A sight that immediately makes Astarion frown. A sort of sadness filling up his chest at the image of his friend struggling to maintain whatever semblance of strength he has left. Sympathy latching onto his bones in the form of cautious steps that force him from his hiding spot.
“You look like you could use a hand.”
Before he can even think to stop his offer, Astarion moves to the wizard’s side, acting as if the smell doesn’t bother him. Pretending like the scent of the stained cloth that coats the lower half of his arm doesn’t remind him of a festering corpse splitting open to reveal spoiled organs.
“Care to lend an arm as well?”
Unfortunately, Gale's joke falls flat. Not necessarily because of the material but because of the tone. Its lack of joy hitting Astarion’s ears in a way that furthers the ache. Forcing him to kneel in front of his friend with a sigh. “You know you’re starting to worry the others.”
“Am I?”
Ignoring the question, Astarion’s fingers gently inch towards the top of Gale’s dressings, searching for an opening —twitching reluctantly against the sweaty fabric as they continue to sit in silence. Neither one of them able to speak out of fear of revealing too much.
Which only increases the pain inside Astarion’s chest. Like a knife, it pushes through his lungs, creating deep craters for the rotten scent to penetrate —holes the size of Gale’s hands that now rest limply against his lap.
Peeling away the soiled cloth, Astarion holds his breath while Gale lets out his. Both of their minds struggling not to veer off course as the bandage is torn away, revealing sick skin. Showing them both the polluted flesh that wraps around broken-down muscle and bone.
“You reek, you know. Of... whatever this is.”
All Gale does is hum as he reaches into the pocket of his robes, prompting Astarion to narrow his eyes until there’s a fresh set of bandages placed in front of him. Then he merely grabs them and begins to work, slowly unravelling them as he looks at Gale’s expression, noting the slight blush across his cheeks. How his eyes grow heavier with each passing moment they spend together.
“You should really consider finding a cure,” he says. “For my sake, obviously.”
Grinning then, Astarion expects some sort of quip, but again, all he’s met with is silence. The continued absence of Gale’s wit refusing to acknowledge the obvious. Most likely rejecting the idea that for once the vampire’s making sense.
A fact that fills Astarion with annoyance, knowing the pride Gale feels is something he deeply relates to. How every day he’s met with the struggle of asking for help versus manipulating it out. Each moment he spends with any one of his companions he has to resist the urge to beg for their assistance. To ignore the desire to drop to his knees and cry for a forgiveness none of them are aware of in hopes of earning their aid.
It’s the same reason why he’s currently helping Gale. Why, instead of granting the wizard time to brood by his lonesome he’s instead inserting himself into his space. Taking it upon himself to woo and distract —making it seem like it’s merely just kindness.
It's what he always does, despite the reluctance that sits at the back of his mind. How he earns the trust of all the people he encounters. Similar to Gale, he uses his pride to his advantage, showing it off to anyone who will see it. Producing it as if it were a mask instead of the blade that constantly nicks his skin each time he weaponizes it.
Always hiding behind its decorative design, Astarion allows his confidence to do the talking. To earn their trust as they continue towards their common goal despite knowing that it’s wrong.
“Apologies for the burden I’ve become as of late.”
Too engrossed in thought, Astarion nearly misses Gale’s apology. Focusing on their shared advantages, his voice is faint at first, barely hitting his ears as his fingers absentmindedly work around his arm. Echoing in the back of his mind over and over again until it’s clear as day, forcing him to look up.
His eyes are distant in a way that breaks the vampire’s heart. Shattering on impact, he has to swallow down the shards that try to escape, feeling them slice across his esophagus as he tries his best to ignore the sting of Gale’s expression. How it grows in both distance and familiarity the longer the two of them stay.
“You wouldn’t be a burden if you set your pride aside for once.”
Gale huffs and then blinks, returning all at once. His moment of absence becoming nothing more than a memory that both of them will eventually forget. “You’re one to talk, aren’t you?”
Astarion lets out a single ha —one filled with total falseness. “You and I are nothing alike, wizard,” he then lies, even though Gale’s right.
Far too often he sees himself within him. Lurking in the strangest of places, it’s as if Gale’s behaviours often mirror his own. Always reminding him of his motivations —prompting him to question why he does what he does as he’s forced to stare at these distorted images. Ones that look familiar but somewhat changed to better suit the wizard’s needs.
“Perhaps… perhaps not. I suppose it depends on the finer details.”
This time, Astarion’s the one to remain silent. Opting to ignore the tightness in his chest that presents itself to turn his attention to the bandage now fully wrapped around Gale’s arm, allowing his fingers to trail down his wrist to grab his hand.
“Well, for the right amount of coin I’m sure there’s a decent healer in Baldur’s Gate who could help you,” he says, once again smelling that scent. Feeling it rush through his nose like a rapid river of disgust, forcing him to clear his throat and mind as he raises the wizard’s knuckles to his lips before leaving without another word.
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ahem. i'm on my hands and knees begging all of the creatives in this fandom to please consider this raunchy thought: that of professor dekarios being bent over or spread out on his desk and reamed.
extra points for:
his lover using gale's tie or stole to manhandle him, bind his wrists, or gag him
his lover putting a hand over his mouth / fingers in his mouth because they have to keep quiet (spoiler: it doesn't work)
his lover planting a sweet kiss on his sweaty forehead after having successfully fucked him out of his stressed out mind #romance #truelove
#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#gale x tav#gale x durge#bg3 gale#bloodweave#<- please ..... galemancers feed me.... galemancers.... feed me galemancers 🥺🤲#lord forgive me but i want that sweet freak obliterated 🫶#nsft#sorr y . except no i'm not bc how are there not 38493874938 different fics and arts with this concept 💔 pain. agony. misery even#its ok gale. im out here. advocating for u to get ur back blown out. if wizard hole has a million fans........#ok ok ok u guys get it im done . For Now........
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Everything Has Changed - Chapter 5
Previous Chapter
Chapter Song Inspiration: "Magic" - B.o.B ft. Rivers Cuomo
Chapter Warnings: none
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Author Notes: Thank you all so much for reading, reblogging, liking, and commenting on this fic (and the first one)! If you are interested in supporting me in other ways, I have a Ko-Fi link. ya girl has been behind on bills for two months and i've got a dog to feed, and every little bit helps <3
Chapter 5: I've Got The Magic In Me
Gale stared at Astarion in disbelief. “That’s not possible. Are you sure?”
“Positive. I know what magical blood tastes like; I’ve drunk enough blood from our former enemies to know. Plus, Fallon does have some magical power, even if she prefers a blade. The magic in her blood is faint, though. Yours…it’s strong. Really strong.”
Gale ran his hands over his face and through his hair. “How is this possible?”
Astarion shrugged. “Didn’t you conjure Tara as a child because your parents wouldn’t let you have a cat?”
Another wave of surprise washed over Gale, but it was a different kind of surprise. Gale was certain he told his companions that story very early into their adventure together, around the time they met Arabella, in fact. Astarion was the picture of indifference when it came to Gale on a good day. The fact that he remembered at all…Gale was touched. “You remembered that?”
“Don’t read into it, darling, it’s not every day someone admits they were so petulant as a child that they conjured an extraplanar cat to defy their parents.” Astarion smirked.
Gale rolled his eyes. “Tara isn’t a cat, she’s a–”
“A tressym , yes, yes, whatever. Did you or did you not conjure her before you had started studying The Weave?”
Gale’s head began to spin. “I need to sit down.” he breathed, his tone becoming a little manic.
“You are sitting down.” Astarion pointed out.
Right. He needed to do something to make his brain cells begin working again so he could process the information being presented to him, and all it could mean. “This doesn’t make sense ,” He muttered again, to no one in particular as he stood, feet moving of their own accord as he began pacing. “When Mystra severed our connection, it’s not just that I stopped feeling her gaze and The Weave. She took away my knowledge of magic. Like I know I used to do magic. I see you and Fallon cast spells, and somewhere in my mind it registers that I’m familiar with what you’re doing, and recognize it as magic, but all of the technical aspects of replicating it are now foreign to me.”
There were so many layers to this revelation, and Gale’s desire to unpack all of the layers with Astarion, of all people, was very low. If he were being honest with himself, there was even a small part of Gale that resented the fact that Astarion was the one who figured out Gale still had magical abilities, because it meant Astarion could lord it over Gale, if Astarion wished.
Astarion shifted uncomfortably, as though he wanted to be the person having this conversation with Gale as little as Gale did. “Maybe you should sleep on it,” Astarion suggested hesitantly. “It’s been quite the evening.”
“Yeah,” Gale breathed, still pacing. “Yeah. I’ll– I’ll sleep on it. We can talk to Fallon about it in the morning; see what she thinks.”
Astarion nodded and stood from his spot on the log. “Look, I don’t know nearly as much about magic as you do, but I know enough to know that no wizard with zero formal training could have conjured a tressym before even hitting puberty,” Astarion pointed out as he walked towards his tent. He stopped right before entering and turned to look at Gale. “Surely the fact that magic came so naturally before Mystra appeared to you means something.”
“Right. Right.” Gale said quietly to himself as Astarion disappeared. “Sleep is good. Sleep will clear my mind, and then I can make sense of this.”
Gale did not sleep. On the contrary, he tossed and turned until the sun broke across the horizon. He still had magic in his blood; strong magic, even, if Astarion was to be believed. Perhaps that was part of why Gale was having such a hard time hearing this news: the one to deliver it wasn’t exactly someone he trusted, or could really even call a friend anymore. On the other hand, precisely because they were not really friends, Astarion had no motivation to give Gale any sort of false hope by lying.
Mystra, on the other hand, had every reason to lie to Gale; to make him believe from the start that the only way for him to access magic was through her. It all went back to his theory about the Karsite Weave, how controlling it and becoming a god was his true destiny. Mystra was quick to shut that line of thought down, to threaten him should he try to go through with his plans… had she known that he didn't need her to use magic, that he’d always possessed the innate ability? Even now that his connection to her was severed, Gale still felt the guilt lingering in his chest as he silently accused Mystra of something so severe. She wasn’t even his goddess anymore, and yet Gale still felt his thoughts to be sacrilegious. He scowled to himself, frustrated that Mystra still had that effect on him.
He remained in his tent until he heard the sounds of someone else moving about the camp. Gale dressed quickly and went to greet them, hopeful that it was Fallon who was moving around so he could talk to her about this entire situation. Fallon was the only person Gale wanted to discuss it with, if he were being honest with himself. When he was met with the sight of Astarion, protected from the dawn rays in his now-typical head to toe all black attire, Gale did his best to suppress the disappointment that filled his chest.
“How’s Fallon?” Gale asked as he approached to rummage through their supplies at the center of their camp for breakfast items. Normally he and Fallon ate lighter in the mornings, sticking to fruit and maybe a bit of toast, but the elf needed to regain her strength, and Gale would force her to eat a hearty breakfast if he had to.
“She’s awake– moving slower than usual, but awake.” Astarion replied, relief shining in his eyes from under the hood. Gale nodded in approval, feeling the same way.
Arabella was next to emerge for breakfast and demanded to cook for them all, forcefully pushing Gale away from the campfire as she set to work.
“I thought we were even.” Astarion teased, and Arabella shook her head.
“We will be after this meal, so just shut up and let me work.” She demanded, and Gale exchanged looks with Astarion, both men shaking their heads with exasperation. Her attitude reminded Gale of Fallon: determined to help whether or not you asked, and you were going to accept her help whether you liked it or not. Pride swelled in Gale’s chest. He’d always thought Fallon would be a good mother– her influence on Arabella was just proof of that.
Fallon finally made an appearance as Arabella finished plating their breakfast, a bright smile on her face as she joined them all around the campfire. “This smells great, LaLa.” Fallon complimented, using the old term of endearment she’d coined for Arabella once upon a time.
Arabella rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Gods, I’d forgotten about LaLa .”
Gale squirmed in his seat as he picked at his breakfast, his racing mind and lack of sleep made him not terribly hungry. It probably would have been more tactful of him to wait until Fallon had at least half a mug of coffee before filling her in, but Gale’s anxiety wouldn't let him be silent that long.
“It’s not often I’m at a loss for words, but uh, something….strange happened last night after the two of you went to bed.” Gale started.
“Oh we’re doing this now .” Astarion quipped.
“Doing what now?” Fallon asked, her brow furrowed.
“Astarion, would you like to explain, or shall I?” Gale asked nervously, wringing his hands. “Actually no, you explain it, because I’m still trying to understand it.”
“Why do I feel like you’re about to tell us you kissed or something?” Arabella joked and Fallon looked alarmed, her head snapping towards Astarion as she waited for an explanation.
Gale’s eyes widened and his cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink. “Erm, no. That’s— that’s not what happened.”
“Did you almost kiss? You’re blushing, so I had to—“
“LaLa, let them speak ,” Fallon chastised. “What happened, Astarion?”
Astarion sighed heavily, making a mental note to tease Gale for blushing later. “Last night, Gale offered to let me drink from him on the days I don’t feed on you, and, given that it would be beneficial to all of us for me to be at my strongest—especially after last night— I agreed to his offer,”
Astarion carefully left out the part where he and Gale agreed that this arrangement was necessary for Fallon’s protection, as Astarion was still of the mind that his lover would not be happy about it if she knew the true reason.
“When I did, though, I tasted magic in Gale’s blood. A lot of magic.”
Fallon’s jaw went slack, and she set down her half-empty plate. “But Mystra took his magic.”
“Can we all please stop bringing that particularly painful point up?” Gale sighed.
“Mystra took your magic? Shit, Gale, I’m so sorry. What did you do?” Arabella gasped, and Gale ran his hand over his face, sighing again.
“A story for another time, little one.” Gale explained.
Arabella pouted and opened her mouth to argue, but she closed it again when she made eye contact with Fallon, who shook her head at the teenager.
“How?” Fallon asked.
“I have a theory.” Astarion answered.
“And that is…”
“Gale’s not a wizard.”
“You think he’s a sorcerer?” Arabella chimed in, and Astarion nodded. Fallon raised her eyebrows in surprise, and Astarion watched as she did the mental gymnastics to figure out if his theory had any merit.
“You know… it would make sense… it would certainly explain the Tara of it all…” She mused.
“I said the same thing.” Astarion agreed.
“Except that I don’t even know how to test this theory of yours, so we may never actually find out.” Gale replied, still stunned at the idea he could still have magical powers.
Astarion gave Gale a wry stare. “Yes, how could we possibly find out if you still have the ability to do magic? Certainly not by trying to perform magic, that’s just out of the question.”
Arabella snorted with laughter, but quickly stopped once she saw Fallon’s glare. “Sorry.” She apologized quietly.
Gale blinked “...right. Well, I suppose I could give it a try? A simple dancing lights cantrip wouldn’t hurt anyone.” Gale stood up and shook out his arms and hands, as though trying to warm himself up after not having done magic of any kind in almost a month.
“Take your time, Gale.” Fallon encouraged him gently.
Despite himself, Astarion couldn’t help but reach for Fallon’s hand and grip it with his own hopefully. Having a sorcerer on their side would be extremely helpful, especially once Gale learned how to use the magic properly. Assuming he truly had it to begin with.
Gale looked at Arabella sheepishly. “I may need you to remind me of the incantation.”
Arabella happily stood up and walked over to Gale, walking him through the motions and repeated the incantation. Once Arabella was sitting back on the log (and out of harm’s way, in case things went poorly), Gale closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and went through the movements Arabella showed him. He spoke the incantation quietly, not confidently, as though he was afraid it would fail. Afraid of disappointment.
Only,... it didn’t.
Suddenly, there were four distinct orbs of light glowing around Gale, waiting for his bidding. Gale opened his eyes, a look of shock on his face. Then, slowly, the look turned to one of elation as his eyes darted from Astarion, to Arabella, then landing on Fallon. “Are you seeing this? Elminster’s pants, I’ve done it! I– I can still do magic!”
Arabella cheered, and Fallon looked as though she might cry. Astarion beamed beneath his face covering. “I knew it. Gale, you’re not a wizard. You never were– you’re a sorcerer .”
“A sorcerer. My goodness, I never would have thought. I wonder what else I can do?” Gale dismissed the orbs of light and began to focus again. This time, he went through the familiar motions of casting Fire Bolt (easy to remember from watching the elves cast it recently) and aimed for the tree line. Gale bellowed the incantation and a bright burst of flame shot from his hands and flew through the air. Gale cheered with Astarion and the others, but the celebration only lasted a moment. In a single instant a different type of magic materialized, and whizzed towards Astarion, hitting him squarely in the chest.
The world around the vampire began to twist and contort, and suddenly he was looking up at Gale, and the sorcerer was standing over him like a giant. Gale stared at Astarion in shock, but his expression very quickly turned into one of mirth, before laughing uncontrollably. Moments later, Arabella was cackling so hard she fell off the log, and Fallon’s face was contorted in a mix of amusement and pain as she desperately tried not to laugh, likely due to her healing abdomen wound.
“What the devil have you done to me?” He demanded, but it was not his voice he heard when addressing Gale. It was a series of angry meows. Astarion looked down at his hands, and they were not his. They were white, fluffy paws. It seemed that not only was Gale a sorcerer, but he was a wild magic sorcerer.
And he’d unintentionally turned Astarion into a cat.
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Bloodweave Fic Recs (12/8/2023)
I've been devouring fic lately and I figured I may as well do something productive with it.
Format from @inevitably-ineffable-husbands fic rec lists, check out some of their Good Omens fic recs if you're a fan ♥️
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Four Eyes by trashmaven (G, 1.2k w || Light Angst, Pre-Relationship, Fluff) Gale has a secret.
Of Jackpots and Sticky Fingers by Asidian (G, 2k+ w || Humor, Banter, Gambling) "The nerve," huffs Gale. "Imagine setting a jackpot and then punishing anyone who won it fair and square!" Astarion's eyes flicker from the stalking lizard to Gale, and then back again. It's entirely too innocent of a look.
Hoarding Tendencies by Asidian (G, 4k+ w || Hoarding, Trust Issues Past Deprivation, Past Abuse, Misunderstandings, Starvation, Gift Giving) "My word," says Gale, caught between taken aback and genuinely impressed. "Where does this all fit in your pack?"
Letters From Gale by Modmother (G, 5k+ w WIP || Epistolary) A series of letters from Gale Dekarios to Astarion spanning the year after the defeat of the absolute.
Out of Breath, Out of Time by SadinaSaphrite (T, 1k+ w || Asphyxiation, Strangulation, Hurt/Comfort) Gale is caught in a meazel's garrote and needs some rescuing.
Might Just Make It by lavvyan (T, 2k+ w || Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence, POV Outsider) The group (sans Tav) meet Astarion by the beach. They don't meet Gale. If you ask Astarion, that just means they have to look harder.
in your arms I lie till dawn by shroomonabroom (T, 3k+ w || Hurt/ Comfort, Fluff, Sleep Deprivation) Gale hasn’t slept in several days; Astarion makes things better via food and almost cuddles.
A Practical Guide To Camping by Lunarwench (T 4k+ w || Pre-Relationship, Friendship) How the hell do these idiots have so much stuff when they were all abducted by a flying squid; A Character Study
Come To Mind by ZiGraves (T, 7k+ w || Memory Loss) Something has happened to Gale. Who was Gale, anyway? Well, Gale was himself, obviously, but what did that entail?
In the Dark by LeaXIII (T, 7k+ w || Whump, Light Angst, Tight Spaces, Blood and Injury, Impalement, Blood Drinking, Sexual Tension) Gale and Astarion are caught in a cave-in and no one has a good time. Takes place somewhere in Act 1.
Weakness Coming On by bloodweaving (shipwreckblue) (M, 5k+ w || Enemies to Lovers, Humor, Autistic Gale, Banter, Getting Together) Astarion’s expression settled into an alarming rictus of forced nonchalance. “Oh, please, darling, did you think I was serious?"
The things lost along the way (The things gained at the end) by ThatKorka (M, 14k+ w || Body Horror, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending, UST) I can smell what’s under those bandages, Wizard, You’re all rot and ruin!
Deliverance by porcelain (E, 2k+ w WIP || Incubus Astarion, Angst/Hurt, Religious Guilt, Minor Character Death, Alternate Universe, Trauma/PTSD, Priest Gale) Third row, on the right, between a now awake grandfather and a nodding teary-eyed mother and bored children and still untouched scriptures. The red of the man’s irises narrow, and he flashes a smile at him, wicked in a flash of dagger-like teeth. He doesn’t look away, even when Gale does.
Rest, Indulge by ZiGraves (E, 6k+ w || Consensual Somnophilia, Blood Drinking) The slow, drowsy way that Gale’s eyelids flutter before they open fully is its own particular pleasure, and he leans into Astarion’s hand while still half-dozing enough to luxuriate without thinking. Consciousness comes back in a slow rolling wave, free of the stresses of their old camp life that might necessitate instant wakefulness. Astarion watches each moment as it builds, crests, breaks, until his wizard is awake and meeting his eyes with warm curiosity.
Friday Nights by SadinaSaphrite (E, 23k+ w || Alternate Universe, College/University, Modern with Magic, Getting Together, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Blood and Injury, Violence, Fluff, Medium Burn) Professor Gale Dakarios loses his research, his magic, and his lover Mystra all at once and only has himself to blame. When he goes to drown his sorrows, he meets a pale stranger with mysteries of his own.
The stars began to burn by peregrinefeathers (E, 33k+ w WIP || Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Past Sexual Abuse, Psychic Bond, Emotional Manipulation, Blood Drinking) After two centuries of torment, Astarion has given up hope of escaping Cazador's clutches, until a chance encounter with a stolen book introduces him to the disembodied voice of a wizard named Gale of Waterdeep. With the fate of Baldur's Gate in the balance, they must confront their demons and win their freedom - together.
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Let me know if you'd like a specific rec or want to share some recs of your own!
#bg3#bloodweave#still have like 40 fics in my to reads so this isnt the last youll see of me#yall are doing amazing sweeties
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Astarion fic recs, Batch 2
Thanks so much to everyone who had kind words for my Astarion fic rec list! My habit continues unabated so I wanted to throw out another little batch of mostly recent, mostly hurt/comfort-oriented Astarion-centric fanfic that I liked. As before there's references to Astarion's past abuse and assault so mind the AO3 tags.
Anyway happy holidays fellow pale elf fans, pls tip me off if you watched the latest Larian animated short and felt moved to write about shivering blanket-wrapped Astarion sitting on Karlach's lap.
Incomplete Multi-Chapter:
The Friends We Meet in the Dark by Copaline
Astarion is captured by monster hunters while spiraling over how to earn Tav's affections. Second in a series, but can be read standalone; one of two chapters posted. Big fan of its protective f!Tav, and there's some fun banter with the rest of the gang.
I Don't Know You Yet by thbreakofdawn
Nicely executed modern Bloodweave social media (text messages and Twitter) AU. Astarion is a sex worker and Gale is a grad student struggling with his relationship to his girlfriend Mystra, and they strike up a text-only friendship after a random connection. Very effective use of the multimedia format.
If the Cross on the Door Doesn't Scare You by Aylwyyn228
Sweet, angsty "Astarion starves in the Shadow-Cursed Lands because he's too scared to ask for blood" fic with the added turn of Gale guessing exactly what's happening, but being too toxic-blooded to actually help unless Astarion tells the others about his vampirism.
a half-blown rose by winter_writes
Astarion's "Tav didn't kill Cazador" dialogue in the Patch 5 Epilogue is one of the saddest things in the game, and I'm so excited to see writers running with it. In this fic Astarion was recaptured by Cazador post-game and then finally freed thanks to a fire... but he's terribly injured in the aftermath and ashamed to have his ex-lover see him. Only one chapter so far but I'm a big fan.
death by rock & roll by falco_c
This hasn't been updated in a while and Astarion hasn't actually appeared in it yet, but I'm throwing it in as a bonus because I really love its Almost Famous-y music industry AU vibe. Its translation of the tadpole ensemble into rock-and-roll burnouts, featuring in-world interviews, is absolutely delightful.
One-Shots:
Untitled by trulycertain (Tumblr-only)
It's spawn Astarion realizing he can turn into a bat and flying around and getting tired with Tav around, that's it, that's the fic. Completely adorable fluff. But "Is this what it’s meant to be like? Being a spawn? Not a starved slave?" kills me.
Family by sword_and_lance
Astarion goes to see his family after being turned, and Cazador cements his control over Astarion by offering him some scraps of comfort in the painful aftermath. It's short and restrained and chilling and so so sad.
Pointy Ears by SpaceBarbarianWeird
Yes another fluffy fic, what am I coming to. But who doesn't want to read about Astarion rediscovering trust by letting Tav touch his sensitive pointy ears with some brief digressions into elven social norms and gift-giving.
Complete Multi-Chapter:
Desperate Measures by Asidian
One of the fics that inspired "If the Cross" above, and one of my favorite "Astarion in the Shadow-Cursed Lands" pieces. Very good at balancing a sympathetic take on the character with him being, like canon Astarion, deceptive and a little bit abrasive when cornered. Plus bonus fun with Scratch.
this is a gift (it comes with a price) by ryttu3k
A post-game Ascended Astarion fic in which AA is literally soulless and knows it, and his sometimes-lover Duke Wyll Ravengard discovers over a series of nighttime visits that he secretly hates it. One of my favorite Ascension fics in part because, intentionally or not, it feels weirdly true to the experience of depressive anhedonia?
The Light of the Seven by Verelia
@reddenmore mentioned this one in the tags on my last fic rec list and I wholeheartedly agree; it's a real good Szarr Spawn Family character study delving into the backstory and personality of each of Cazador's "children," including Astarion.
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A nice collection of assorted reading, this is the GaleCord Secret Santa Event Collection!
GaleCord is a Gale based fan server, but we have developed and nurtured an active, supportive, and welcoming community of smut writers in the NSFW areas who write for a range of pairings. You're more than welcome to come and join us in https://discord.gg/GaleCord - just mind the rules, no sharing the server or contents to performers/studio employees, and remember that Mystra sucks.
Anyway, here's a preview of the collection - a few more are adding to it later as we had 16 entries and not all of them are uploaded yet~
Mind the tags, of course, but so far we have:
- Bloodweave (multiple fics with this one)
- Astarion/Tav
- Omeluum/Tav
- Gale/f!OC
- Astarion/Halsin/Gale
- Durge/Gortash
- Dammon/Karlach/f!Reader
- Wyll/Astarion
My own entry is this one:
The Words That Bind Your Pages - Bloodweave with Dom!Astarion and willpower bondage. Sample below!
Smut Below The Cut~
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The Words That Bind Your Pages
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Gale was entranced. Slick fingers scissoring open the very destination his desire wanted to leap towards. He tried to imagine a heavy weight pressing atop him, holding his body still to keep him from climbing atop the chair in front of him and taking what he wanted.
And oh how he wanted it. The pale form of his lover was the most beautiful sight he could imagine, and there was no need for imagination now. Even the depths of the Weave had failed to reveal marvels more magnificent than the sight of Astarion pleasuring himself, preparing himself, all the while taking back ownership of all of it. The connection they felt was clearly no accident, and went far beyond a tadpole squirming in their brains…
The heat building in him as he watched was almost unbearable, but…he would give himself over to this fire time and time again, burning up beneath the command of crimson eyes. Those words were the only ones worth listening to, the only requests- the only commands that were worth following. The wound on his neck ached softly on the edge of his consciousness, still longing to feel that gentle pressure, the kiss of death that made life worth living.
His chest glowed more with the Weave reacting to his lust, yet he swallowed the magic back down. Not one syllable of a spell would pass his lips, his fingers would not seek a single strand of the power he once craved. Instead, they sought tighter purchase on his sanity, almost bruising his legs as he realised his lover was finally ready to put an end to the teasing.
“On the bed,” the soft words almost purred from the vampire’s throat, rich with desire, “take off your clothes and lay back, love, and I will give you everything you want.”
Gale stopped himself from replying, biting back the words. He would simply have to lavish his lover with an essay of affection when they were done.
His clothes hit the floor with a few deft movements and a quiet swish of fabric. Astarion’s shirt joined the pile as the wizard moved back on the bed, heated skin feeling the contrast of cool sheets beneath him.
The vampire on all fours crawling towards him looked every bit the predator he should, the hint of fangs and sparkling crimson eyes screaming danger to the part of Gale’s mind that was stubbornly hidden beneath a thick curtain of lust. As he lay his head back on the pillows, he stilled his body, trying to calm the rush of his heart thrumming in his chest.
“Give me your hands.” Astarion straddled his waist now, sitting upright and reaching out towards him. The command was quickly followed, and the elf took one hand in each of his own in the manner of a noble greeting a potential lover at a ball. “You have been so patient, love, so very good.”
Gale felt the cool soft lips press a demure kiss to the back of his hand, blush rising to his cheeks more strongly than during the entire salacious performance.
“I think it’s about time for your reward.” Astarion kissed his other hand, this time adding more along the backs of his fingers, shifting his hand’s grip until he could reach the tip of his index finger. “The greatest magic, darling, is not what you can do. It’s what you can feel .”
Gale gasped as his dearest vampire slowly took his finger between his lips, tongue curling around and sucking gently, a soft moan reaching his ears and all the while their eyes were locked together in a lover’s gaze.
When he was done with the lewd kiss, Astarion slid his grip to Gale’s wrists, lowering them down to either side of his head on the pillows. He pressed down hard for a prolonged moment, then let go and sat up above him once more. “There, love, can you not feel me still? Even though I’ve left? Be a good little Wizard and keep them there.” He paused as Gale nodded. “You can answer with your voice this time, but only briefly. After that, all I will hear from you is the sweet sound of you moaning my name.”
Gale felt himself trembling slightly, but he nodded again. “As you wish, my love.”
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The rest is on AO3, though I may try to post the full thing here at some point in the future~
Enjoy! And don't forget to drop a little love to the authors of the collection on AO3 too, they all worked very hard on their gift pieces, and every one did an outstanding job~
#baldurs gate 3#bg3 fanfiction#secret santa#fanfic event#reading list#AO3 collection#plenty of variety#Bloodweave#astarion#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#omeluum#tav#halsin#durge#enver gortash#durgetash#dammon#karlach#wyll#too many pairings and themes to tag them all#go enjoy the collection
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i've accidentally stumbled into becoming a gale/astarion fan simply because 1. i love gale, actually, and i love seeing gale be loved 2. i enjoy good astarion banter regardless with whom, and 3. you can easily find bloodweave fic which is about gale's trauma. it's actually fairly common. wyllstarion, however–
#genuinely bitter about the dearth of wyll content that is about wyll's issues and complications#it DOES exist but it is NOT anywhere near as frequent as it should be
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I probably should've figured from the icon but I honestly didn't expect you to prefer AA to spawn! I haven't seen so many bloodweave fans feeling that way. Is there any reason why you prefer that ending? Also what do you usually prefer for Gale?
Oh I have a MILLION reasons why. I love all Astarions admittedly but nothing hits quite like the mask off version of him—being his truest most vilest and possessive self. Not a fan of the ending for him when he isn't partnered as he ends up in a toxic cycle of sleeping his way up for status, but I imagine many feel that way about professor Gale getting back with Mystra in some un-romanced endings as well, so.
As for Gale, A!A and his mortal (well, kind of, he's a wizard) Gale is my bread and butter. That being said I'm a huge fan of God Gale as well (as you can tell from my latest fic). I'm just all too into the idea of Astarion manipulating Gale away from the crown just so he can maintain the power in the relationship. It's so adorably toxic and so so SO them.
I've been wanting to do a spawnstarion Bloodweave run but I can't rationalize it because Gale canonically doesn't actually GAF about dooming so many souls (thank you devnotes!) and A!A canonically makes him horny as fuck—he just wants Astarion to be at his happiest! And you know. He really loves those teeth of his...
These are just my thoughts, obviously ^_^ others will have their interpretations or personal tastes which is good because it invites discussion and also invites even more kind of Bloodweave art! I wouldn't be able to run this blog if I didn't adore them in every conceivable way. 🥰
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Writer interview
@vixstarria tagged me and I finally get to do it! Thank you <3
I am tagging @sky-kiss @scuttlingcrab and @thedomesticanthropologist
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
13 and some are multi-chapter. All are BG3 except for a german Inkheart one
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
85.408 -that is a surprising amount of words for being active less than a year
3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
His consort, his god - I finally wrote smut for a popular ship XD (bloodweave)
At her mercy - kinky sapphic Karlach x Durge smut
Natures most beloved treasure - Halsin x trans masc Tav smut
Direct from Hell Logistics - ongoing Raphael x Haarlep comedy/angst/smut/plot - this one has it all
A song of snow and embers and Copper Hearts share this place. one is a F/F/F/F foursome and the other my Astarion x male Tav longfic
4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I appreciate every single comment and try to show that. There's nothing better than the e-mail that says "comment on your work" and it can make my whole day. Sometimes I don't know what to respond if it's just a word or a keybord smash, but rest assured I see you and I love every one of those, too.
5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Angsty ending hmmmm. Because some of my stuff is not completed yet I am not gonna spoil anything but Dust and ash about Astarion's backstory was naturally quite angsty
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
Not. gonna. spoil XD
7. Do you write crossovers?
Not yet. Maybe I could count Copper hearts because I took Francys from my original work and planted him into Bg3
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
No, not yet.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I do. I am exploring all kinds atm with preferably queer pairings wlw or mlm or nb. I can also write mlw from the men's perspective but not the other way round :D
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not as far as I know.
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Boy I wish.
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No and I am not sure if I could commit to a project like that.
13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Hmmmmm ... Raphlep probably
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
My german Inkheart fic with a genderbent lesbian Basta. Damn I was invested in creating this character, but gave up after a while because it was a lot of work and it being german and a niche topic in a small fandom was not very rewarding tbh. I know I should not care and maybe I'll come back to it when the Inkheart obsession comes over me again.
15. What are your writing strengths?
I am good at setting the scene. Atmosphere and small mundane details that make the setting feel alive. I have always liked that in reading as in writing, because it makes you feel like you are actually there when you can hear and smell and taste the scene.
Also I am okay at developing coherent plot, but that's mainly practice from writing a lot of og work before I started with fics.
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
I still struggle with english grammar and punctuation at times so I always have a beta reader. And I am lucky to have great ones.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I am not a fan. It confuses me. Singular phrases and such yes, but not entire dialogue. Especially if it's german in an english fic I get super confused.
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
*digs through her files* So, my first works were basically fic for my best friend's story. (I was in my early teens.) But since she was the author the lines between canon and fic are blurry and the "fandom" consisted of three people of which one was the author XD
So if we don't count that the first one would be Hunger Games - It was one chapter and I never published it
19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?
We'll see what posesses me next I guess, though I think Bg3 will stay with me for a considerable amount of time. And ship wise ... I feel Durgetash creeping up on me.
20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
Definitely Direct from Hell Logistics. I am having so much fun with it. It constantly makes me laugh and sheme and I also feel all the angst. Also it is ongoing and I get to explore the story alongside the readers (though I have a rough plot structure to keep me on track).
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Hey, are you like me and have a preference for Astarion/Male Partners? Do you like Bloodweave? Halstarion? Bloodpact?
You should follow me! While I love everyone's beautiful lady OCs, I prefer seeing Astarion with male/masc partners, and since there's not a fandom tagging convention for OC genders, I'm collecting what I can find on this blog.
I tag by pairing, so if there's one you're not a fan of, you should be able to filter it out. If I am unsure of an OC's gender in fanart, I will leave off any gender tagging just to be safe. I don't want to misgender anyone's beloved creations 😊
This is primarily an Astarion appreciation blog, so there will be lots of solo stuff, and also Karlach/Astarion because I luv them. Sometimes there will be Astarion/Female Partner if they strike my fancy too. I am an equal opportunity Spawn and Ascended lover, so there will be both here. And there will also be adult content. I try to make sure everything has the community labels, but that doesn't always work on reblogs, so I'll tag nsfw.
Anyway, hi! 👋😁
(Oh and I write fic sometimes. You can find me on AO3 as Ltleflrt!)
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BG3 fic writing 2023 summary meme!
stolen from @sybaritick (oooohhh you wanna read cal's fics so bad ooohhh)
What are your A03 stats? How many words written, how many hits, kudos, and comments?
Did you have a favourite canon character to write?
i have only written gale and astarion, so out of the two probably astarion! i'm still trying to 'find their voice' but i'm more of a fan of writing his internal thoughts and dialogue. gale is too verbose for me LOL
Did you have a favourite OC to write?
i did not write any OC stuff LMAO
Which fic was your most popular?
Kneading, my first fic. it was posted at the end of september, when there wasn't many BW fics yet!
Which fic was your personal favourite?
probably Wizard's Tower. i like the fluff and smut in it the most :3
Was there anything you wrote that was a surprise to you? Why?
probably this fic as a whole because i'm sooo much more used to writing fluffy romantic stuff that trying to write anything toxic or angsty is so out of my comfort zone LMFAO
What is your favourite piece of description you wrote? Why do you like it?
from this fic, cuz i'm a sucker for pred/prey dynamics >:)
Astarion took a moment, peering down at him poker-faced. Whenever their eyes had met throughout the day caused a strange sensation to shoot through his body, one Gale had failed to place until now. A physiological reaction - his body responding to a perceived threat. Fight or flight, one could call it. He wouldn't consider himself scared of the pale elf, but his body recognised him as a danger nonetheless.
A predator, eyeing his prey.
What was your favourite piece of dialogue you wrote? Why do you like it?
from this fic, cuz i liked gale quite rightly telling astarion off, even if they're both insufferable as god/vampire lord. toxic divorcees my beloved
“Has it not yet occurred to you that perhaps I did not want to be found?!” he snapped, though the anger was brief and his demeanour morphed into one more sombre. “Astarion, you betrayed me. We made a promise to each other, and you waited until our companions were long gone to turn on me. When I finally achieved the Godhood I so ardently longed for, all I could think of upon my return is that I had no one to share it with.”
What was your overall feeling about your writing in 2023? What were you proud of? What were the highlights?
i hadn't written a fic for about 12 years. idk what it is about BG3 and bloodweave but i had so many ideas i couldn't convey through art alone that i felt obligated to start writing fics.
writing has helped me make lots of friends who are so skilled and talented, and i admire them sooo much. i want to improve and get on their level so i feel more deserving of the attention i get. i feel like i get better with each new fic/chapter!
What would you like to explore more in 2024?
learn more big words LOL uhhh maybe get better with more flowery prose? i feel like my writing is lacking in that regard. we'll see! it'd also be nice to commit to more multichapter stuff. i have a bunch of oneshot ideas but it'd be nice to have consistently updated bigger fics. idk i'm just winging it!!!!!!!!!!
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i think there should be a fic of g//ale bemoaning that he's put on weight (even though he should be fat in the first place, why the fuck does he have abs) but then a//starion just body worships the hell out of him and indulges in his body
why can't i find this you kinky bloodweave fans need to get on it
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Everything Has Changed (WIP)
THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO MY FIRST FIC - This story will make a lot more sense if you read Is It Over Now? first.
Summary: “I have not done anything Gale Dekarios has not asked for,” Mystra said coldly. “He knew the consequences should he chose to defy me, to turn his back on me, and yet, he chose you anyway. And so, I bring him to you, Fallon of Baldur’s Gate, for he is your problem now, in all his imperfect, entirely ordinary and human disgrace.”
Mystra says nothing else before stepping back through her portal, and Gale vaguely registers the looks on Fallon and Astarion’s faces as shock.
Astarion heaved a heavy sigh. “Well,” Astarion said as he reached for Fallon’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “I guess I’d better make sure we’ve got enough food for three, then.” There was no hesitancy in his voice and Fallon nodded in agreement: Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep, mortal, non-magical, and human, is coming with them to Velrea, whether he liked it or not.
--an alternative summary: after having her heart shredded by Gale and put back together by Astarion, Fallon and her two favorite idiots go on an adventure to bring back the sun for Astarion, feelings are felt, and two become three. this story will make a lot more sense if you read part one first.--
Rating: Explicit 18+
Pairing: Astarion x Tav (female), Gale x Tav (female), Astarion x Gale, Astarion x Tav x Gale
AO3 Link: Here
Warnings: all my homies hate Mystra, Polyamory, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Past Abuse, mentions of a past suicide attempt, Threesome - F/M/M, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Jealousy, bood Drinking, Mentions of Pregnancy, mentions of parenthood / parenting, Mildly Dubious Consent (so mild you can barely see it but they’re both drunk when it happens so i tagged it), Masturbation, Edgeplay Teasing Female Ejaculation, Additional Tags TBA
Spotify Playlist: Here
Thank you to my beta @nerdamongnerds, who has graciously beta'd all 40k words of this WIP. i love you sm.
Prologue
Chapter 1: Gravity's Holding You Back
Chapter 2: Addicted to A Certain Kind of Sadness
Chapter 3: So Reckless of Me
Chapter 4: Kerosene Eyes
Chapter 5: I've Got the Magic In Me
Chapter 6: Baby, If You Only Knew
Chapter 7: It Won't Let Me Go
Chapter 8: My Bad Habits Lead to You
Chapter 9: Hold My Breath a Little Bit Longer
Chapter 10: Late Night Talkin'
Chapter 11: Talking to Myself at Night
Chapter 12: Bring Me Back to Life
Chapter 13: Your Body I'll Worship
Chapter 14: It'll Be Us
Chapter 15: Touch Me Where You Want To
Chapter 16: Truth Always Seems to Appear
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#gale#astarion#bg3 fanfic#female tav#gale x tav#astarion x tav#astarion x gale x tav#astarion x gale#bloodweave#bg3 smut#bg3 tav#bg3 astarion#bg3 spoilers#baldurs gate 3#bg3 fanfiction#bg3 fan fic
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Requests: Open
figured I would make an actual post about it in case people didn't know what they could/couldn't send in ! I'll update this post occasionally for new rules/etc that come up.
Thanks for reading!
Masterlist: here
Rules and such under the read more
Rules:
I'm not super picky about what I won't write, but if there is ever something I'm not comfortable writing I will say so. I'll update the list below with things I'm not interested in writing as I realise them.
Things I won't write: cheating scenarios,
I tend to keep the reader as gender neutral, so if you ever want a specifically gendered reader, you'll have to tell me in the request.
nsfw requests are okay, just for these I probably need specifics on whether you want the reader afab/amab etc. I also will likely take more time for these as it's been a while since I've written nsfw stuff and I have to get back into the swing of it.
I cannot gauruntee how quickly requests will get done. I'm fairly busy and writing fics is something I do for fun in my spare time so I want to keep it fairly relaxed. That being said, if you're ever curious if I got the request (sometimes tumblr just deletes them I know) feel free to send an ask to check and I'll let you know !
If, for whatever reason, you don't want the request posted on my Ao3, let me know! If you want to be mentioned in the notes of the Ao3 upload, let me know!
Who/What I Write For:
I write fics, drabbles, headcanons (pretty much whatever) for Baldur's Gate 3. These don't have to be reader insert either; they could also be relationships between different companions (personally, I'm a big fan of bloodweave)
I will write for any of the main companions, though I do have a better understanding of some over others. I'll do my best for any request though, of course! By main companions I mean:
Astarion
Gale
Shadowheart
Wyll
Karlach
Lae'zel
I'll write for other characters too, and even if one that you want isn't on this list, feel free to ask and I'll see if I can try! So far other characters include:
Halsin
Rolan
Zevlor
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I found your work a few months ago because of the Sandman fandom, and I LOVE your writing, and I hope you'll continue writing for dreamling. With that said, I will follow you from fandom to fandom because your fics are sublime, so in the event you start writing for BG3, I thought that I should learn a bit about the characters and I have been happily googling away. One thing I haven't been able to track down is why the Gale/Astarion paring is being called bloodweaver. Please enlighten me.
ToT Anon when I say this made me SO happy I cannot overstate it enough, this is incredibly flattering. I don't have any plans rn to stop writing Dreamling! I have to finish doing You're the One I Need, and I am working on something that I might use for the Big Bang! But yes, I am in a bit of a BG3 spiral rn lol. This game has been in early access for SO SO LONG, and I am really just glad that my (not quite ancient) PC can run it! I highly recommend it for people who are fans of: D&D, the Forgotten Realms novels/setting, high fantasy stories, turn-based tactics games, Dragon Age/Mass Effect, and anyone who enjoys incredible characters. Seriously, Larian Studios has done SUCH a good job with each character, I would die for any one of my companions.
Spoilers for the game below the cut! Nothing major, it's all stuff you learn in Act 1.
As for why Gale/Astarion is being called Bloodweave, it's because Astarion is a vampire, and Gale is a wizard. Magic in the Forgotten Realms setting (where the game takes place) is accessed through something called the Weave. it's been variably described as the "source" of magic and also the way that raw magic can be manipulated. Like a sheet of silk laid over water, magic-users can poke different spots to let little bits of water through, but if they poke too hard then it damages the Weave and you can't interact with magic in the same way.
Gale has a really SPECIFIC connection with the Weave because he used to be in a relationship with the goddess of magic, Mystra.
Surprising no one, Gale and Astarion both attracted me because they have the same rough personality types as Dreamling, lol. Astarion is deeply traumatized, vacillates between embracing his monstrous nature but also having a very deep sense of morality about very specific things, and has an absolutely heartbreaking backstory. A lot of Gale's personal quest revolves around him falling desperately in love with something MUCH bigger than him and doing everything he could to impress it...only to fall short, and be tossed aside in the process. He loves cats, he cooks, and he reads poetry. He's also incredibly arrogant about his own magical abilities and deeply, deeply depressed. (Literally, there's a point in Act III where you can be, if you're romancing him, asked what his greatest shame/deepest flaw is, and the correct answer is that he thinks he and everyone else would be better off if he were dead.
Honestly, ALL of the characters are incredible. Shadowheart and Lae'zel are another pairing I'm interested in writing if I get the urge. Both of them were basically raised in cults and they start out hating and not trusting each other, and grow to respect each other over the course of the game (depending on your actions).
There's a little something for everyone tbh.
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1, 6, 8, 12, and 17 my hater in arms 💕
The character everyone gets wrong
OKAY this is niche and OUTTA LEFT FIELD but my favorite book of ALL TIME is we have always lived in the castle by shirley jackson and the HATE i see for its protagonist is ALL WRONG. It's in the same vein as like Chara undertale hate (another of my fave characters of all time) where peoples see a CHILD that clearly has a lot going on and are like. this person is irredeemably evil. no they're traumatized
6. Which ship fans are the most annoying?
bloodweave sorry bloodweave like. for why. why is it so popular why is it everywhere. like yeah every origin ship is valid and can be canon but like they both have much more interesting dynamics with other charactes. where is the gale/lae'zel art. hwere is the aslach (ass lack) or the aswylllach (ass will lack) art. why is bloodweave the most popular origin ship
8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about
okay this doesn't exactly fit bc i dont think it's super popular per se but it's on my mind today. i hate seeing fanart of kakashi and gojo together. people always twinkify them and alwasy draw them like they're about to fuck. 1) kakashi is not hot (dont get me wrong i want to fuck him but not cause he's like. physically attractive.) 2) they are not the same person 3) gojo will never be kakashi gojo wishes he was kakashi 4) kakashi would kill that man
OH OH ALSO THAT REMINDS ME I'LL THROW THIS IN HERE TOO. i don't like kakashi/iruka i think it's unfounded. they hardly ever talk. yeah they both love naruto but like can just be his mentor figures separately they don't have to be married. kakashi is married to guy like they are MARRIED. i feel like kakashi/guy would be way more popular if guy was a prettyboy twink (like iruka)
12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them
i wanna say wyll but like that shit actually makes me fucking angry and not in a silly haha way so i am going to instead say sera dragonage. now. i know there are a lot of sera dragonage haters out there and there are some things about her that i do not like. however i overall love her and i think she is a tragic case of bad writing and wasted potential. why did they have a straight white guy write a lesbian whose character arc revolves around internalized racism. why does the game literally talk shit about her during her romance arc. literally one of her romance quests is "you love sera and wanna get her something to show her how much you care. go ask your friends for gift advice" and EVERY SINGLE COMPANION OR ADVISOR IS JUST LIKE. I HATE SERA SHES SO ANNOYING WHY ARE YOU DATING HER. UGH. ALSO. the game makes you be so mean to her!! so many times the only dialogue options with her are like "stop talking weird i dont understand you'". also the fact that YOU CAN LITERALLY KICK HER OUT AT ANY TIME??? LIKE NO MATTER WHAT THERE IS ALWAYS A DIALOGUE BUTTON TO KICK HER OUT?? here are reasons why you should like sera:
she is fun trickster! solas fucking wishes he was her.
her subclass is just super fun!! throw jars of bees and fire and shit at your enemies!
she is so genuine and cares so much about what she believes in. i wish that was explored more but as i have said the game literally hates her so.
she loves you so much!!!! she marries you!!!!!!!!!
i actualy really like her voice and the way she talks. shes just fun!
she's autistic <3
17. there should be more types of this fic/art
more people should be drawing gale and halsin and karlach fat, for one. also everyone else in the party but like especially those three. larian the fact that you have zero fat people in your game sucks supremely and you should feel bad about it.
actually draw more characters as fat anyway.
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