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sleepyhead | gale dekarios x afab!reader

(18+!!!) afab!reader. second person pov. literally just smut: oral (f receiving), piv, dirty talk, consensual somnophilia. gale lives to please as always

my first gale fic... this man has taken over my entire life.

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Gale’s lips press against yours in the dark, gentle and coaxing. A push and pull. You blink blearily awake from slumber as his hand finds your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your sleep shift. His brown hair falls over the two of you like a curtain, shielding you from the terrors of the darkness.  

“Mm hello,” you purr against his lips. “What time is it?” You ask when he pulls back. He looks a bit wild, pupils blown wide, his eyes practically look black even in the dim candlelight. He’s breathing heavily, his gaze traveling over you, heated, like the air surrounding fire. He doesn’t answer. 

“Gale?” you repeat, warmth pooling in your belly at the pure desperation on his face. At the want curling in his eyes like a flame.

“It’s late,” he murmurs, voice rough, as though he’s parched. “Though I cannot stop thinking about you. I must…” he trails off, mind moving faster than his mouth can.

One thing you love about Gale is his ability to talk for seemingly hours on end with such eloquence and poetry. But when he’s like this…already hard against your thigh, slowly rutting his hips in circles, captured within pleasure, the words seem to leave him. You love it just as much, if not more. 

He leans in and runs his nose along your throat, breath ghosting over your skin. His teeth graze you, and his tongue follows, licking a stripe up your throat. You moan shakily, cunt clenching around nothing. 

“What’s gotten into you?” You ask, though it’s more breath than substance. Your brain is already beginning to short circuit, especially when the hand on your waist travels down to your thigh, fingertips pressing into the muscle there. 

“You just looked so beautiful on the battlefield today… I tried to contain myself because we had so much to do, but… fuck,” he breathes this against your neck, desperate. He hardly ever uses such vulgar language. “I need you, love.” 

“So you really weren’t lying when you told me you were turned on by my fighting,” you say, surprised.

“I am a lot of things, darling, but a liar is not one of them.”

The sound of his inhale as he leans down to kiss you again sends more molten pleasure swirling through you. 

His hips press against yours, grinding against your clothed cunt in a steady rhythm. You moan into his mouth, your hands reaching up to clench at his sleep shirt stretched over his broad back. 

You’re still sleepy as his hand drifts to the hem of your shift. He slowly pulls it up your thighs, up over your breasts, revealing your undergarments. He paws at your waistband like a cat begging for food. You lift your hips so he can pull them down over your ass. He undoes the ties to your bralette and slides it off your shoulders. 

Gale kisses his way down your body, stopping to close his warm mouth over a nipple while his dexterous hand squeezes and tugs at the other. You moan lightly, pleasure easing through you. He hums appreciatively against your skin, and the vibrations travel pleasantly through you.

“Gale…” you half murmur half moan as he moves his mouth to your other nipple. “I can hardly stay awake…” You feel yourself slipping in and out of consciousness. The gentle chirping of the crickets outside your tent doesn’t help.

“Of course,” he says, leaning back. “We can stop.”

“No—no wait,” you stop him with a hand curled around his wrist. “You can keep going while I’m sleeping, I don’t mind.” 

His eyes darken, his tongue dipping out to wet his lips. “Really? Are you quite sure?”

You nod with a sleepy smile and settle back comfortably. “Mhm.” 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, pressing another kiss to your lips. 

Your eyes flutter shut, your breathing slowing as you succumb to your exhaustion. Your limbs feel heavy, even as Gale continues his way down your body. 

“You’re so gorgeous, so perfect,” he whispers into your skin. His fingers curl into your thighs before he slowly pulls them apart, baring yourself to him.

He runs his hands appreciatively up and down your thighs, squeezing and kneading before hooking them over his shoulders.

Gale presses a kiss to the inside of your right thigh before retreating. You feel his lips again a second later, just between your thigh and cunt, mere centimeters from where you’re wet and aching for him.

And then you feel his warm breath puffing against your core, and your body squirms impatiently. You peek an eye open to watch him.

He looks so handsome as he glances up at you, eyes soft, mouth twitched into a smirk. “I thought you were going to sleep.”

“I am,” you reply, closing your eyes again. “Just wanted to admire the view one last time.” 

He chuckles lowly, “Sweet dreams, darling.”

He doesn’t move for a while, and you find yourself drifting off in the stillness. Your breathing slows, your mind growing quiet as sleep takes over you.

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The moment your breaths even out as your hands fall slack against your sides, Gale presses his face between your thighs. He uses the flat of his tongue to lick a long, hot stripe through your folds. You taste delicious on his tongue, and gods you’re so wet. You’re soaking his beard, and he’s hardly been between your thighs for longer than ten seconds.

He doesn’t care. You keep releasing cute little moans in your sleep as he takes you apart brick by brick. Or rather… lick by lick.

His hands grip your waist, keeping you close. Your hips buck involuntarily to meet his mouth, grinding against his face. Even in your sleep you’re seeking out pleasure from him. 

God forbid he won’t deliver.

He pulls back one of his hands to slide a finger into you. It goes easily. He adds another without any resistance. You’re so incredibly wet. He wants to remain between your thighs forever. Your sweet, slick arousal runs down his hand to his wrist, and he bends his head to lick it off. 

His hips rut against the floor of his tent, the act of eating you out so arousing to him he has to seek his own pleasure to mitigate the pain. He doesn’t mind. He’d rather see you cum over and over again before he ever does.

He slowly thrusts his fingers into you while mouthing at your clit, delighting in your shaky breaths and wanton moans. You look gorgeous, brows screwed together, sweat beading on your temple. You’re going to wake up soon, and damnit he’ll make sure it’s while you’re cumming.

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Warmth kindles between your thighs, pleasure and arousal pooling deep in your belly, tingling in your toes and rising through you.

Sleep drifts away from you, hanging onto the recesses of your mind, but ultimately not strong enough against the building pleasure you feel. 

You chase the feeling, the promise of sweet release. Your surroundings slowly begin to materialize around you. The feeling of your bedroll clenched between your fingers, the undeniable feeling of a mouth between your legs, the sound of low, rumbling, appreciative moans that vibrate through you.

Even the sound of your own cries are registering in your mind. 

The melting pleasure collapses into one pinpoint. A supernova explodes within you as your clit is sucked diligently while the two, long fingers buried inside you hook to press against your g-spot. 

Your back bows, eyes flying open as you cum against Gale’s warm and inviting mouth with a cry of his name. He guides you through it with gentle laps of his tongue through your folds. He mumbles words of encouragement, but they’re lost against your skin. 

“Fuck,” you breathe. “Gale.”

“Mm.” You can practically feel his pride radiating off of him from making you come. 

He continues to lick you through it until you’re coming again, hands fisted in his hair as his lips suck once more on your clit, his fingers fucking into you. Your legs quiver atop his shoulders, your mind utterly fucked into emptiness.

When it’s all too much you push him away, breathing heavily, contented tears in your eyes.

“Holy shit,” you huff, trying to catch your breath. “Maybe you should wake me up like that more often.”

His eyes sparkle excitedly. “If that is what you wish, I’d be glad to.” 

“You are such a giver. You really should let me take care of you sometimes.”

He shrugs. “I like giving. It brings me great pleasure to reside between your thighs for as long as you can stand.”

You sigh at his fanciful words, but you appreciate his adoration all the same. He crawls forward as you lean up to kiss him, the taste of yourself on his tongue rekindling the fire in your gut. His hand winds its way into your hair, the other squeezes your hip. 

“I need you inside me,” you whisper against his lips. “Now.” 

He groans, fingers flexing in your hair. Your body jolts with arousal at the sweet tug. 

“Say no more,” Gale says. “Your wish is my command.”

He takes off his trousers then rolls you onto your stomach. His hands grip your hips, pulling your ass up and backwards, and his knee comes between your thighs to press them apart. 

He guides the head of his cock through your slick folds and your hips squirm in anticipation.

He leans across your back, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. “I wish you could see yourself on the battlefield. The way you look with someone else’s blood on your armor… The flush on your cheeks… The way you breathe… You’re so capable, so strong. I cannot help but stare.”

He eases his cock inside you and the two of you moan in tandem at the delightful feeling. Him, at your warmth. You, at the undeniable feeling of being filled. 

He bites lightly at your shoulder before whispering in your ear. “Sometimes I wish I could take you right there. In front of all of our friends and dead foes.”

You clench around him at his words, and he groans, hips snapping forward. You jolt against the bedroll, elbows digging into the feather down material. 

“Gale,” you whimper. 

He hums, “Yes. You’d be saying my name just. Like. That.” He delivers those three last words with hard thrusts, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing in the tent. 

He builds up the pace, fucking into you steadily. Your cheek squishes against your pillow as he fills you, your mind still sleepy but undeniably consumed by lust and love.

“What do you think? Would you like that, love? Would you like to be fucked in front of all our companions?” 

“Yes,” you breathe. “Yes, please, Gale. Need you—“

“Mm, that’s it,” he murmurs. His hand skates across your stomach as his warm fingers settle over your clit. “As much as I’d love to indulge the fantasy, I’m not sure I’d want them to watch.” 

He begins to circle your clit with reverence, in time with his thrusts as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

“I want you all to myself,” he grits. 

You cry out, melting against him, knees buckling as you reach your release. It rips through you, hard and fast. Unrelenting. A wildfire raging through your nerves. 

Gale chases after his own climax, thrusts growing sloppy and deeper, moans and praises spilling from his lips before he finally cums inside you, hips twitching. 

Your body trembles as the aftershocks roll through you. 

You collapse onto the bedroll, breathing heavily, and Gale pulls you into him. You both lie on your sides, him softening inside you. He buries kisses into your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“Are you all right?” he asks you, his thumb brushing comfortingly along your rib cage. 

“So good,” you respond, brain blissfully empty, as if the tadpole never existed. You already feel sleep crawling across your mind again, pulling you under. You yawn and grin happily, like a cat that’s gotten its warm milk. 

“Going back to bed already?” he teases, leaning up to press a kiss to your cheek. “I wear you out that much?” 

“Mhmm…”

“All right. Go to sleep darling. I’ll clean you up.”

You’re already halfway asleep when you feel his tongue dip into you once more, licking his cum out from inside you—

Oh well. You can catch up on sleep tomorrow.

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A young Wizard’s best friend.

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What kinda Gale x reader fanfic would you like to see next? <u< just curious ~

#gale dekarios #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #bg3 fanfiction #gale dekarios x reader

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*sweating, whole body shaking while I stare at a google doc* would he fucking say that????

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Ty for making amazing Gale fics for us! There aren’t enough so tysm!!!

Aw! Of course!! If you ever would like to request any, my ask box is open 💕 - Sin

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I had a silly idea that Tav belong to our modern world and got teleported into baldur's gate 3,so they were basically forced to learn to adapt. Slowly get better and better at everything until they had to return to their world. (Gale totally promised to find a way to connect these two worlds even.. if it is a little impossible but still wants to try. The others are totally sad about tav going away indefinitely)

Then these "weirdos" got somehow teleported in tav's house and its their turn to learn how to adapt into this universe until they figure out a way back (or.. they don't want to go back because tav is there with them👁👁). Imagine the chaos in tav's poor house and the possibly weird questions Tav have to answer LOLOL.

This silly idea can be used by anyone (tag me if you want to do it plz) since im not an avid fanfic writer as i used to be.

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Forget His Goddess

Pairing: Gale x Tav

Summary: What if you kiss Gale after he shows you how to manipulate the Weave?

A/N: this was supposed to be angst - Sin

There was a tadpole wriggling about in between their eyes with a set time limit on getting it out, an unfamiliar place that they landed in Faerûn and new companions that had nothing in common aside from their mission to free their headspace from the illithid transformation. At the moment, Tav’s concern was making sure that all of their new companions at least tolerated them - after all, they were going to be traveling together. Lae’zel proved to be one of the more difficult to make small talk with, and Astarion proved to be overly flirty for reasons they didn’t wish to delve into. Back at camp, Shadowheart would keep to herself, busying herself with the odd prism shaped artifact she collected on the nautiloid. 

Gale seemed to be the best at making conversation, but there was something that bothered Tav - he always brought up Mystra, the Goddess of Magic. It would happen, unprompted, during the group escapades into the Emerald Grove, walking the dirt paths, or even when everyone was in the middle of sneaking - he would ask for her blessing, her protection, or just utter her name.

Tav listened to his rambles which they thought were quite endearing, but then unprompted, he would mention Mystra. It wasn’t anything like Shadowheart, who worshiped Shar. Tav thought it was more than meets the eye - it seemed to them that Gale wanted to be in Mystra’s good graces, but for some reason, was not. Strange, Tav thought, as Gale was a wizard and his patron goddess had to be Mystra. There was a glint of sadness sometimes when he mentioned her, but it was never there very long. He would quickly hide it with his signature smile. 

One night, Tav was sitting by the campfire, the smell of burning logs and the cracking of the fire comforting them after a long and difficult day of fighting gnolls. They were in the middle of cleaning and polishing their armor, ridding it of the stickiness of dried blood with a damp cloth - that is, until they noticed that everyone else had been tending to their own devices but Gale specifically had his back towards everyone, as if he was holding something. Curiosity had gotten the better of them and they left their armor, the cloth and the comfort of the crackling fire. 

Tav approached quietly, trying to see what it is that Gale was holding - it was a magical rendering of Mystra that he was holding in one hand, concentrating to keep the image intact. “Pretty,” Tav said, startling Gale so much that the image he was holding had disappeared. 

“O-Oh! You startled me. I…I was miles away,” he said, sounding like Tav had caught him doing something lewd and inappropriate. “Is there a reason you’re conjuring Mystra’s image?” “No special reason. I was practicing an incantation, that’s all,” he stumbled. “There must be something you’re not telling me. There seems to be more to this ‘incantation’ than meets the eye,” Tav said, making air quotes when they said incantation. Somehow, this had persuaded Gale to open up a bit more. “Well, she’s Mystra. I have a…need to see her sometimes. There’s no right way for me to describe this without it sounding strange,” he explained. “Mystra is all magic,” Gale added. 

Tav thought it strange how he spoke of his goddess - as if there was nothing else in the world that mattered but Mystra. This tugged at Tav’s heartstrings, wondering if there would ever be a person on this earth who would speak of them the way that Gale spoke of Mystra. Though, it was a bit heartbreaking, as Mystra didn’t answer him when he asked for her. 

“I don’t think I understand it. But perhaps you could show me?” Tav asked, slightly coy, leaning towards the wizard. Gale blinked and lit up, “I could do that if you’d like. Do as I do.” Gale started making arm movements and Tav copied after him, creating a cool to the touch purple aura. It was startling to them and they yelped, hopping back in surprise. Gale couldn’t help but chuckle at their reaction. However, a new feeling surrounded both Gale and Tav. It was comforting and warm, as if the air around them was enveloping the pair in a hug. Gale then asked Tav to repeat the incantation after him, which they did and suddenly their senses had heightened - the scent of rosewater erased the smell of the campsite, something sweet tampered with their taste buds and the delicate hair on the back of their neck stood straight, their skin creating goosebumps. Tav was sensing Mystra’s presence. They couldn’t help but look at Gale, both of their gazes connect, creating this tension, this need or anticipation of getting closer…close enough where their lips barely touch, their hands enveloping each other, then of course, closing the gap and sealing the moment with a kiss. But neither of them move and none of that happened. 

“How does it feel…Channeling the Weave?” Gale asked, looking around at the magic that Tav summoned. “Obviously magical…surprisingly sensual,” Tav said softly, their eyes looking around the magic. Gale agrees and their eyes lock once more. There was something about this moment that felt intimate with Gale. Tav felt something turn within them. The way that Gale is looking at them made their heart flutter in a way that it didn’t before and the Weave melded their minds. In a moment, Tav’s mind let loose an image of Gale and them kissing once, then twice, the second time more passionate than the first. Gale was flustered - as if Tav had described their intimate image themself. 

“I…I didn't think-” Gale started, the emotion the Weave is showing is that embarrassment is now turning to happiness. “Did I startle you?” Tav asked, their concentration was breaking as their concern was now overstepping boundaries. Because their concentration was breaking, the comfort and warmth of Mystra’s embrace was fading, it was feeling colder, more lonely, and that connection that Gale and Tav had was slowly being severed. “No. Not at all. I just wasn’t expecting it. But! It is very much appreciated. Very welcome…very much wanted,” he said, his eyes now showing a more seductive side to the wizard, now in turn, flustering Tav. 

The pair was standing in silence. Gale opened his mouth, then closed it, thinking about what it is that he wanted to say. 

“You look like you want to say something,” Tav said, watching the wizard contemplate the right words. “Well, you’re not wrong regarding that. I just don’t want to say the wrong thing,” Gale confessed. “I won’t judge you if it’s something you want to tell me,” Tav nodded, trying to keep the conversation from disintegrating. “I wanted to know if that was something you wanted to do,” Gale said quietly. Tav blinked and fought the blush creeping onto their cheeks. Instead of saying anything else, they closed the distance between their bodies and leaned up, but only slightly. They wanted Gale to meet them halfway, just in case this wasn’t something he wanted to do. Luckily for Tav, he closed the gap, pressing his lips against their own. Starting from this moment, Gale knew what it was like to forget his goddess.

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There’s a fic coming out tonight 👀

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Jesus Gale accidently become a trend on twitter lol the source:

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Wavemother’s robe 🙏

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I’m DEFINITELY writing this next if that’s okay @thevoidtrainstation

#I can’t reply bc it’s a secondary acct 🥹

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Wait…cause you’re onto something

Yeah yeah we've all heard about yandere astarion but what about yandere gale

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A/N: hello ♡ all my writing will go here for ease of access! I've just picked up writing again after becoming obsessed with Baldur's Gate, so I'm not sure if I'll stray from that, but I will be focusing on the Rizzard of Waterdeep.

Gale Dekarios

Absolutely Peachy

Forget his Goddess

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Absolutely Peachy

Pairing: Gale x f!Tav

Summary: Tav and Gale's conversation after Elminster's visit goes great. Slight angst but it ends cute imo.

A/N: First post breaking my very long writing hiatus to write about Gale because there aren't enough fics. Let me know if you'd like more one shots cause I think the world needs more Gale ( ´ ▿ ` ) - Sin

There was nothing in this world that could’ve prepared Tav for the surprise encounter with Elminster. She was hoping that she could meet the esteemed wizard under happier circumstances, perhaps when this damned tadpole was out from between her eyes, attempting to command the helm that is her brain. 

The wise old man was jolly at first, introducing himself to the rest of the group, reprimanding Gale for his lack of decorum and grace. Tav thought nothing of it, inviting the elder to their camp, despite Gale’s scowl, awaiting for Elminster’s true reason for appearing before them in the shadow lands.

However, after the food and wine, Elminster’s visage seemed less friendly, less warm. His words were cold, concise, and fatal. Gale was to gain Mystra’s forgiveness on one condition - he was to essentially explode, destroying the curse within him and everything in a large surrounding area. It could rid them of the Absolute, of course. It could bring death to a lot of people if he decided to do this in or near Baldur’s Gate. Usually, this would be a decision that the group would push past, finding the cure for the tadpoles being their priority as the clock was ticking on them becoming mindflayers. However, this revelation had Tav’s heart sinking to the ground below her. 

Tav had become particularly close to Gale, finding her feeling solidified after spending time with him in between camping and the battlefield. A complete accident on her part. There was something charming about the man’s rants, how his eyes lit up explaining the Weave, talking about his cat and how he would spend his days rummaging through the literature that covered the walls of his tower in Waterdeep. Tav never intended to fall for Gale, yet here she was. 

It was clear as day what her thoughts on the matter were, as Gale had asked if everything was alright once Elminster and everyone else had retired to their respective tents and bedrolls. Tav was beside herself, “Am I alright? Absolutely peachy Gale.” Gale’s eyes held a hint of sadness as she continued. “I’m definitely alright. I’m wonderful knowing that Mystra herself has offered you forgiveness but only under the guise of the afterlife,” she spat. “Tav. I understand your frustration. Trust me, I too am frustrated with Mystra. But I can no longer satiate the hunger of the Orb that rests inside of me. There is nothing that I can do. This is my fate,” he explained, his hand twitching, as if involuntarily reaching out for her hand but stopping himself because she’s upset. He can only assume that his touch would only lead to more anger and hurt. If only he knew how much Tav yearned for his touch, how much she would fantasize it under the stars, sometimes without her knowing how she got to that topic of thinking.

“Since when have we ever listened to fate?” Tav asked, her gaze off towards the right where the water seemed to stand still and the only sound accompanying them was the soft crackle of the makeshift fire off towards the center of camp. “We have tadpoles that threaten our very existence. Every hour that passes, we teeter on the brink of becoming mind flayers. How long have we traveled together and not a single tentacle has sprouted?” she asked. Tav was breathing heavy, the conversation weighing on her physically. She couldn’t comprehend why he was giving in to this demand - his life was on the line and would he so easily throw it away? However, in that instance, Tav realized that this is coming from a selfish place. In this moment, Tav realized that the reason she was so uncharacteristically upset about Gale throwing his life away for the sake of Mystra’s forgiveness and to satiate the Orb maintaining its nest in his chest is because she has grown to love the wizard of Waterdeep. 

Perhaps her eyes had given Gale indication that she had realized something, as he asked “Tav, what’s-“ “Do not ask me what is wrong Gale. I fear I realized something a bit too late. I do not wish to talk about it right now…it isn’t appropriate.” “Is it about me?” He intercepted. 

Tav stumbled and said nothing. Her gaze was now on the dirt ground, her heart pounding out of her rib cage. She was silent for a beat, but Gale was patient. If she was willing to speak, he was more than willing to listen - it would be ironic if she listened to his rambling and he couldn’t do the same. Tav, despite just saying that she didn’t wish to speak on the matter, could not stop herself.

“I’m acting out of emotion rather than logic, Gale,” Tav started. Her eyes slowly made her way up to his own brown ones, making this conversation harder. She could feel her heart changing rhythm upon meeting his gaze, how her body yearned to be held in his embrace in this moment, how she craved a chaste kiss. 

Gale seemed to put two and two together, or rather, what he thought was two and two. 

“I know this seems very obscene and I may never be granted forgiveness. Trust me, I don’t wish to die. But Mystra wants to rid the world of the Absolute. My demise might very well be the only thing that could stop-“

“I love you.” 

Gale was taken aback and fell silent, completely off guard by the three sweet words he would often dream of hearing from Tav’s lips. Perhaps he had imagined it? He dared ask, hoping his imagination, or the amalgamation of his heart beating so thunderously in his chest wouldn’t disrupt the orb.

“Pardon?” Gale asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he took a step toward her. “I love you Gale. I don’t want you to succumb to that entitled goddess for my own selfish reasons,” Tav started, unable to stop her words from coming out. If not now, she felt, when? Who knew when Gale would just decide to commit to Mystra’s possible false promises. 

“There is always another way. We’ve constantly found alternatives to problems. Please…don’t go through with this. Do you not wish to live?” the appointed leader of the group asked the man before her. She could feel the warm accumulation of tears threatening to pour over the edge of her tear ducts, the shakiness of her breath not helping her. 

Gale was speechless. He didn’t know what to do. He always painted this picture of how he wanted to profess his love to Tav - a beautiful sunset in Waterdeep whilst both of them spent the hours in his tower, two glasses of wine served out for them and Tara, his cat in his company, along with the countless books he seems to have. The piano would play songs from their travels to incite conversation of nostalgia, how they felt in those moments, laughing about their perilous travels. And when the sun hit the golden hour, the sky would be adorned with pink, orange and purple clouds, he would place his forehead on hers, his gaze focused on her soft lips and utter…

“I love you.” 

But they were here, in this camp, the conditions of his profession of love not met. Perhaps this was how it was supposed to be because he wouldn’t make it back to Waterdeep. Perhaps he won't live past a couple nights from now. 

“Gale…Say something,” Tav said, her voice cracking, two tears escaping their captivity, trailing down her cheeks. Gale couldn’t think of any words. Instead he chose to react, slowly closing the space between them. His hands made their way up to her cheeks, softly wiping away the stray tears. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was torn. He very badly wanted to rid himself of the Orb and obtain Mystra’s forgiveness, but on the other, he had Tav, who had seemingly loved him unconditionally. None of his magic was necessary to woo her. Not his history of being a prodigy of magic, not his mastery of spells, not his conduction of the weave. Just him. 

Gale couldn’t help but close the space between himself and Tav, placing a soft kiss upon her lips. In this moment, he forgot all about Mystra and her empty promises, the orb, all of it. All that occupied his mind was Tav and how soft her lips felt against his own. He pulled away, staying close.

“I love you too.”

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literally how I felt except I decided to be cringe and free and write bc Gale needs more love and he's wonderful pls

If I ain’t see more Gale x reader soon I’m gonna cry dude, he needs more love- and ion know about dusting off my writing skills. Last time I made something like that was- wattpad. But shi I’d do anything for Wizard Jesus.

#I'm posting my first fic like rn