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dragonsholygrail · 4 months

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Sharing What’s Important

Gale Dekarios x Reader

a/n: Gale is actually like so romantic and sweet in his own way and he definitely deserves to be as in love with someone as they are in love with him. Cue in reader (Tav).

summary: Gale shows you his favorite book and the two of you read it sitting on a window. Things get super cute and fluffy in the moments that follow.

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You tilt your head back to the point where your neck creaks with a slight twinge. Your hair falls down as you gaze up at the almost endless amounts of books within the Baldur’s Gate library. You were in a library. You never thought you’d see the day. You slowly begin walking around, making sure not to stray too far. You honestly didn’t think you’d see the day for a lot of reasons. Sharp clicks of a boot ringing against the floor only proved that further.

“Here it is. This is the book I wanted to show you. I have an inkling you’ll take a liking to it,” Gale’s voice called out and you looked back down, straightening your spine to appear casual. A habit you had yet to break, even with him. You catch him just as he rounds the corner, waving a book in the air, a small smile gracing his sharp features.

“You didn’t have it on your person? Now that I don’t believe,” you tease, taking the book automatically as he holds it out in front of you, not wanting him to think for a second that you weren’t interested. Meeting his eye with a grin, you only see pure confusion in that innocent gaze.

“I would never take a book out of the library. Everything I read stays right here. If need be, I’ll sleep in here. Or come back, but I rarely seem to be able to put the things down once I pick them up.” He breaks out into a short laugh, finding himself and what he considers to be antics amusing. You have to bite your lip, not wanting to laugh at him. It would only be out of fondness… but still.

“So where should I read this then,” you ask, bringing the book back to his attention. Gale’s eyes first fall onto you. It makes your heart skip a beat that he’d first look to you instead of a book. Who would’ve guessed that could’ve ended up being a possibility for you, but you learned to take life one day at a time a long while ago.

You took joy in the way Gale’s eyes lit up. The way that, for a moment, he’s assertive as he places a hand on the small of your back and starts guiding you toward a window seat. The view of the city was breathtaking. For a moment you wondered how Gale would never grow distracted. But then you realize that for him, the book would be a distraction from looking out the window.

Gale maneuvers your body on instinct, as if he’s done this a million times before. He shuffles you over as he takes a seat at the window. His brows furrowed as he wiggled in the seat, aiming to get as comfortable as possible. And just when you don’t think your heart could be beating any faster, you watched as Gale spread his legs just the right amount in order to create a space for you. This was his place and yet here he was creating a space for you.

You don’t hesitate to slide onto the window seat, settling into his arms. A smile spreads across your lips as his arms wrap around your waist, bringing you as close as possible. Then he wiggles you as well, his way of making sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

“You done?” You raise a brow, not being able to help yourself from teasing him. Just a bit. He blinks as if breaking out of muscle memory. A routine. Then he hums and shakes his head, surprising you. Your lips part as he leans back, body still stiff and posture intact. But comfortable for him. Then he brings you to lean all the way into his chest.

“Now I am done. You may begin,” he states simply with a small nod toward the book. You slowly shake your head, constantly astounded by this man while also so desperate to know more of him. So you don’t make a quip, don't comment or give a look toward any of it. With a light sigh you open the book and start reading. A curiosity in the back of your mind as you wondered what made this his favorite.

The book was non-fiction. You had gathered that this man wasn’t much of a fiction reader, but you thought he might’ve started you off at least a little easy. At least the book was of a war. A personal diary of a little nobody who had down a whole lot for one of their greatest wars. And no one ever knew until someone found her diary and tracked it back to where she had been captured.

As you read, Gale nuzzles into the side of your head. For a second you start to melt. But then he leans in a little bit closer as you realize… he’s sticking his nose into the book! A book he’s probably read dozens of times, a book he probably knows every word to, and yet he’s moving closer to you in order to read it.

You’re honestly about to complain, rambling nonsense he wouldn’t fully understand, leading you to begrudgingly open yourself up further to him. Gale interrupts this as he nuzzles into you again. This time not further down, but into your hair. He inhaled deeply and you felt the way he melted on your back. So instead you only smile and continue reading.

“What do you think?” Gale asks, voice as neutral as ever. But looking deeper as you do, you can hear the eagerness and excitement in what little tone he holds. Her fingers press against the side of the book you’re reading. A side much smaller than the thick section you had left to read.

“I haven’t gotten much into it, you know.” You can’t help it as your smile widens considerably. You glance up at Gale to see a flicker of disappointment pass over his face before shifting back. He may be blunt but he was just as good if not better at hiding his emotions than even you was. “But it has already made quite the impression.”

Gale’s eyes move to meet yours, looking away from the book and they immediately glow a tiny bit brighter. You inhale sharply at the sight before nodding, hoping to assure him even further. But from what you can tell, he takes your word as pure fact and it’s enough to have him showing off more of his excitement to you.

While you continue turning the pages, understanding more and more why this is Gale’s favorite, you feel his stare. His gorgeous eyes that remind you of the earth beneath your feet, carrying you along your way, supporting you, just as the precious earth does too. Every time you smile, laugh, grow even the finest fraction of emotion, Gale is there to watch it all. Making sure not to miss a second of it.

At first you shift in their seat, the unfamiliar feeling of being watched grew to make her uncomfortable. You weren’t used to this. People watching you. Your whole life was making sure people weren’t watching you. Then came this man who could spend hours in the silence. Just watching. Observing. His favorite thing to aim all that toward? You. And you figure that if anyone were to make you that sort of uncomfortable, if anyone forced you to get used to the idea of having someone’s undivided attention, you were glad it was Gale. Anyone else and it simply wouldn’t have been worth it.

“Oh, I do love this story in particular. How she was able to survive the poison, I don’t know,” Gale expresses enthusiastically. You close your eyes for a brief moment, realizing that Gale had read ahead farther than you had been on the page. Suppose you know what that soup ends up doing to the woman. Despite the spoiler, which you can’t say you completely hated, a chuckle still left you.

“Haven’t gotten there yet, love,” you murmur softly, using your nickname for him. After all the creative pet names he had given you, ‘love’ had been all you could think of for him. But he seemed to like it enough so you weren’t about to go and change things for them both. You figured you’d both hate that more than anything.

From your peripheral, you see Gale very visibly wince, his face twisting in a manner that looked truly uncomfortable. As his eyes closed, you could practically imagine all the thoughts that were probably running through his head. The way he was most likely beating himself up for ruining the surprise and shock value of the moment.

You set the book down and shift in his arms. Without even looking, Gale tightens his hold on you. Fear of you leaving, even due to something like this, gripped him. But you pat his hand lightly before making sure to face him better. In a way you’re not entirely used to, you gently put your hands on his face. The action makes his eyes snap open, already glowing just from your touch.

“Thank you for the spoiler. This book is a real nail-bitter, I was getting nervous,” You made sure to exaggerate. By the way they both lightly laughed, you knew you had succeeded in calming the storm of his overworked mind. A hum vibrates through your throat and it has instant questions replacing the worrying thoughts. “You know, I think it would be better if you read it to me instead. Don’t you agree?”

Gale’s eyes widened and it barely took another second before he started grinning. You briefly wonder if this had been his plan all along. If he had somehow tricked you into this position. No way. You would’ve caught on. Wouldn’t you? Before you can think it over more, Gale shifts them both back into their previous position and picks up the book instead of waiting for you to hand it over. Settling back into his chest, your body soon becomes languid at the soothing rumble of his voice as he reads the book to you. You think you could get used to this. All of it. Every single bit. Especially everything that had to do with him.

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mairalynn416 · 7 months

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I am such a whore for gale of water deep.

I want to fuck that man on mystra's alter in baldurs gate.

I want to insist that he talk about the book he's reading as I give him head and stop every time he stops talking.

I want to lick down the length of his chest, leave hickeys where everyone can see.

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ofstardustanddreaming · 3 months

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to experience

headcanon summary: gale dating a reader inexperienced in relationships as a whole, and pretty much being the reader's first in anything related to relationships.

content warnings: smallest mention of sex in this writing, in relation to if it was something you did want. it's only one paragraph, and it's the last paragraph, so it's easily skippable if it's not something you're interested in. but that does mean this is an 18+ post especially, please and thank you. MDNI

fandom: baldur's gate 3

character: gale dekiros x reader

gender neutral reader

anon request

you had never really had the time for a relationship before, despite really wanting to be in one. it was also unfortunate that you put yourself out there, but never quite seemed to be able to find someone compatible with you, where trying to initiate conversations with others at bars left you with a sour taste because you knew deep down you'd never get along with them. you consider yourself never having a first date even, since there were so many where no one showed up. it also meant that you never really were able to experience a lot of the things that come with a relationship, such as a first kiss, or a first time with someone. not a lot of the romantic amenities of a relationship that you wanted.

now that you were in the predicament with the tadpole in your head, you really felt that you were unable to pursue a more romantic relationship, having to focus getting this out of your head. but it didn't stop you from cultivating close friendships with a lot of the people in your group, happy with the friendships you've gotten over the recent journeying weeks, bonding over the shared tadpole and other shared interests. although, you couldn't ignore the nerves you had around gale and it wasn't hard to put together you were harboring feelings for the wizard. he always listened intently to what you had to say, engaging with you in ways that made your heart flutter. it wasn't hard to notice that he also had feelings for you (although it seemed you were the only ones who didn't notice the affections of the other.)

it wasn't hard for other members to realize it as well, finding secret moments gale wasn't listening to make fun of you for your crush. others also made fun of gale for his crush on you (i.e. astarion and karlach teasing of the both of you). it made you feel drunk on love for the first time in a long while and it made you happy that you could potentially find love, based on how sweet gale is around you. a lot of the party members worked to push you two together, trying to get the both of you to realize you had feelings for each other, and soon after feelings were confessed, you were dating.

"you know, you're the first for a lot of the things in a relationship." you soon tell him after you started dating, the want to tell him was strong. you looked down at your shoes though, to nervous to look at what he had to say to your confession. "so it's understandable if you don't want to be with someone who's so unexperienced in anything relationship wise, and we can call it off here." even though that's not what your heart wanted, your brain convinced you he wouldn't want to be with someone who didn't know what to do, and it made you feel a little embarrassed.

he puts his hand underneath your chin, maneuvering your head to look at him, where his face held such a sweet stare towards you, it made your heart shrivel in anticipation to what he had to say. "if you think that would deter me from a relationship with you, i'd like you to think again. it just means that i'm lucky enough to get the chance to show you how well you deserve to be treated, and show you how perfect your firsts can be. or at least what my version of perfect for your firsts to be, if you would so choose me for them."

your heart melted and you nearly cry out of relief and happiness at a chance to pursue a relationship with someone who didn't even care you were more inexperienced. he pulls you into his embrace, while others at camp who were trying to spy at you cheered you guys on. but the hug was one you vowed to never forget, reveling in his warmth and the feeling of a sweet touch.

from then on, gale made it his mission to make sure you got the best relationship treatment. he showed you all of the best firsts, or at least the best he could with what he had on hand. the first date you guys had was a sunset picnic, away from camp, and he tried to make it as romantic as possible. he found candles that he lit all around the cloth he had set down, a cloth in your favorite color, for the both of you to sit on. there were various cheeses, meats, and some of your other favorite snacks. he led the conversation, having questions all about you, wanting to get to know more, and gladly answering any questions you had.

at the end of the date though, was what made you giddy anytime you thought of what happened. as you both stood up to get ready to go back to camp, he stopped you from picking anything up to pack. he brought you in for your first kiss, and it was a kiss so tender, it made your heart skip a beat. he held eye contact with you, hands drifting from your face, as he traced all the way down to your waist, pulling you in from there, the pace he brought you in to him agonizingly slow, allowing you to pull away if you had wanted. but you also leaned into the kiss, putting your hands to his face to angle him better towards you, and you both finally brought your lips to each other. the kiss sweet and slow, tasting of the sweet drinks you had, and the lighting was perfect with the lightning bugs and moonlight surrounding you in the darkness. you both pulled away, hands still in the same position, but now your foreheads were leaning on the other's, breathing in each other as you each tried to catch that breath from the long kiss. he brings up a hand and lightly drags his thumb across your bottom lip, eyeing you hungrily like he wanted to do it again, but instead asks, "how was that for a first kiss?" you could only muster a small laugh before you reply with "everything i imagined, and more."

he would also love engaging in other activities of your first, such as your first time being referred to as a partner to a stranger. someone was curious about your status in town, and that's what you overheard gale call you, and it made you smile to hear that for the first time, and gale thought it was sweet you found happiness in that. or the first time you officially said "i love you" to each other would be something neither of you forgot, where a battle had you both worried the other might have died, and you both said it to each other, feeling almost idiotic for not having said it earlier on. you'll neither forget either, the first conversation of being truly vulnerable to each other, revealing insecurities and worries, even talking about past traumas that made you who you were. talking about every good memory you both had as well that shaped who you were. it definitely brought you two closer together, and made you both stronger partners.

if sex was something you were interested in, and something you both talked about, gale would be the sweetest lover. he'd be very tender with the first time, making sure the mood was set right and prioritizing your comfort. he'd make some sweet jokes to lighten the mood and would make sure to do it in a place that ensured the best privacy for the two of you. i feel like he would enjoy using magic to help make you comfortable if the situation called for it.

#gale x reader #gale headcanon #gale imagine #gale #gale dekarios headcanon #gale dekarios imagine #gale dekarios x reader #gale dekarios #bg3 #bg3 imagine #bg3 x reader #bg3 headcanon #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 imagine #baldur's gate 3 x reader #baldur's gate 3 headcanon

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sscamanderr · 2 months

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Greatest Flaw // g.d.

A/N: unedited. written on my phone. just a cute thought about our favorite wizard turned into a lil fic. Do not repost!! @obsidian-psyche

Luscious pillows and blankets lay disheveled at the end of Gale’s bedroll, kicked unceremoniously aside during the escapades you had partaken in through the night. Between the rise and disappearance of the moon were you at Gale’s side. Also at his head. Later at his feet. In the astral. You left no inch of each other’s bodies wanting, mentally nor physically.

Gale felt the tickle of your warm fingertips on his cheek, ghosting over his beard and past the pulse in his neck that surely picked up in pace upon waking and sensing your presence. Gentle fingers flattened out over the orb seared into his skin like a brand. Your movements halted, palm resting over the sphere. Over his heart.

“Darling,” the music of a voice finally coaxed him from rest. Your voice. Next to him.

He could scarcely believe it any more after sharing many a number of nights in each others’ embrace than he did the first time you chose to share yourself with him. Gale did not think he’d ever believe a fearless leader like you would give him the time of day. For the longest time, Gale felt he was broken, undeserving—unworthy— of such a determined, lovely soul. But he was not so broken that he couldn’t pull himself together to be the man you deserved. The man you saw in him since the beginning.

“My love,” Gale clutched your fingers in a delicate grasp, bringing them to his lips. He reveled in the soft, pleased hum it drew from you. His mouth itched to keep pressing forward, beyond your wrist, to your shoulder, to the crook of your neck that you complained tickled but brought forth such a delicious little squeal to his ears.

“Where did you go?” You asked him. The hand not clasped in his ventured over to take the other’s place on his chest and trace the purple lines of the orb with the back of your knuckles. He swore it sparked under your purposeful touch.

“Into a wonderful world just our own,” Gale’s voice took on a dreamy quality. One not uncommon when thinking of you, “where I can feel your soft body against mine and know I’m home,”

“Sounds picturesque,” you grinned against his bare shoulder. Your hip pressed against his as you sat up on one elbow. A welcome feeling, as you leaned over him. Gale released your hand from his lips when you decided to replace it with your mouth. That wonderful world of your own was close at hand at times like this. Within his grasp. He was pulled from it when your pinky trailed from the center of his cheekbone, weaving patterns down and around the circle of the orb. Your breath came out as a huff from your nose.

“Don’t make that face,”

Gale let out a scoff, albeit a little awkward. “I’m not making a face,”

“You are,”

“Well, I only wish to know why my—my mark of my own foolish hubris is catching your attention this morning,”

“I…” This gave you pause. The countless times you’ve discussed the magic mark had always resolved in his acceptance that you love him no matter what he had done in the past. “I didn’t mean to bother you,”

Gale grimaced at the way you broke eye contact and avoided his gaze.

“Dearest,” Gale upturned his face to brush your jaw with the tip of his nose, to catch your attention. “It doesn’t bother me,” You looked back at him. “Truly, I adore all of your attention in any way you wish to give it. But why do you wish to give it to my greatest flaw?”

“Your greatest flaw is your morning breath, dearest,” you mirrored his endearment. With a grunt of effort you hiked a leg up on his hip and shoved your way on top of him. Gale awed at your body straddling him, hands daring to rest upon your thighs. Without giving him a chance to catch your eye you leaned your chest to his and pressed a sequence of deliberate kisses from his cheek to the end of the orb at his sternum. “I wish to give it attention because it’s part of you. It was but a mistake. One you’re making up for. I love the way it melts into your skin. I love how it highlights your cheeks and your neck. I love to feel it under my fingers when I touch you. I love it because I love you,”

He could not take much more of the way his heart swelled in his chest. His throat constricted when you kissed along it again. Places where your skin gliding together to meet his felt electrified. Moments like these made him realize he did deserve you, and you deserved him. Gale loved every inch of you, every scar, every blemish. Nothing about you could turn him away, and you felt the same of him. You reminded him every day and if you willed it, Gale would run across deserts and climb mountains just to collapse at your feet to prove it. He knew you’d do the same for him.

“Come here to me,” Gale’s voice had become a strained whisper, but the words echoed across the astral. Come to him you did.

And he would never let you go.

#bg3 #my work #bg3 imagine #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 imagine #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #Gale of waterdeep imagine #Gale bg3 #Gale baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate three #Gale Dekarios imagine

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ssalballoon · 4 months

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be a moon unto yourself 🌕

i took a long break btwn working on this one n this was the original idea... i do miss it but i thought the clothes were too unrelated to him :( goodbye leyendecker inspired gale 💔

- comp based on gale's datamined icon/waterdeep's coat of arms

- pose is from persona 3 protag's boss fight in p5r + listen to kimi no kioku if u haven't already ⚰️

- the flowers are roses!! i associate them with gale + his ambition even more after learning he burnt the rose bushes as a child

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #my art #bg3 fanart #idk the full waterdeep lore but i'd like to imagine that gale loves waterdeep in the same way disco elysium's citizens love revachol #“i love revachol i hope she loves me too”#smth about gale's adoration for a singular “perfect” goddess morphing into love for his home and its people in all its imperfections

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heph · 4 months

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Elvish

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #astarion #astarion bg3 #gale #bloodweave #halsin #shadowheart #wyll #wyll ravengard #im having intense artblock at the time of writing...#i think gale is a polyglot! astarion curses im elvish and realises gale was the only one who understood #enter halsin stage right and theyve gotten used to conversing secretly in elvish (flirting) and he hears aaaaallll the saucy goodness #Imagine Gale sheepishly asking Halsin if he speaks Elvish (of course he does)

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vintagelilies · 1 month

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Gale, explaining why he has to consume magic:- and that, my friends, is how I came into possession of this unfortunate ailment.

Tav: his gale-ment, if you will.

Astarion: I won’t, thanks.

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 #bg3 tav #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 quotes #this whole interaction im just #imagining tav nudging star to get him to laugh #and astarion is just #reading a book

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victoria-writes · 2 months

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Human tav in their 20s or early 30s making everyone else in their party feel ancient is hilarious to me. Them running ahead of everyone while Gale’s knees are cracking. Wyll and Karlach discussing a recent historic event and Tav going “Oh yeah that happened the year before I was born” and them both going :O because they lived through it. Tav and Shadowheart shopping for clothes and Tav calling things “retro” and “vintage”. Astarion just thinking they’re like 50 because let’s be real the elf vampire is not going to be good at guessing human age. Halsin never batting an eye because he’s used to being older than everyone else.

#tav bg3 #bg3 #bg3 imagine #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #wyll ravengard #karlach #shadowheart #astarion #halsin #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3

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ym523 · 3 months

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Can we have more Bloodweave kissing? I LOVE how you animate them

Does this count? 😅 Idk haha enjoyyy 🫡

#ym523art #animation #bloodweave #astarion ancunin #gale dekarios #astarion x gale #I was originally going a different direction with this #but it ended up like this lol #what happens after? no clue #use your imagination ;)#ymrequest

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ravennowithtea · 3 months

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some bloodweave camp dynamics

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanart #lae'zel #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #halsin #shadowheart #wyll ravengard #karlach cliffgate #bg3 withers #dedicated to the anon who when requesting bloodweave prompts asked w/what i can only imagine is paladin lvl confidence for a “lae'zel cameo #bloodweave #sequential art

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messiahzzz · 5 months

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#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #caoimhee thirfaen #tara the tressym #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 patch 5 #bg3 epilogue #bg3 spoilers #bg3 epilogue spoilers #bg3 patch 5 spoilers #'not in front of tara' oh but making out in front of her is okay???#gale pls #i can just imagine how insufferable they're being to everyone around them post-wedding #mygifs

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ofstardustanddreaming · 3 months

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curves

headcanon summary: gale dating a curvy reader

content warnings: some mentions of insecurity

fandom: baldur's gate 3

character: gale dekiros x reader

female reader

anon request (thanks for this request, i always love a good body positivity fic!)

gale loves any type of body, don't even try to change my mind around here. when you catch his eye, it feels like his breath has been taken away. he always tries to find the time to get to know you and try to get any indication across that he wants to date you. he always hangs around you and always tries to be your camp partner in various camp activities, or tries to partner with you in various fights across your journey.

he's captivated by your beauty and personality, and he earnestly tries to get your attention, hoping his looks and personality would catch your attention as well. he would always talk about interesting facts he's heard about, and it worries him that he's rambling to you and it's boring you, but when he catches you looking at him with genuine interest, he finds his breath catching in his throat.

both of you have your insecurities that prevent you from asking each other out, thinking the other person couldn't possibly want them. hearing so much about what people had to say about gale's rambling, he was worried that might deter you from his personality, and hearing what many had to say about your body, you were worried he be deterred from your looks.

and it's not to say you look bad! but unfortunately society likes to stick its claws into beauty standards, and it always made you worried about how you should present yourself around people. it made you worried about any lingering looks your way. which is why you were always conscious of yourself whenever gale looked your way for longer than a few seconds or whenever he looked so intently at you whenever you were speaking to each other.

yet, you both still got along very well and you knew that gale was a good friend. and you found yourself wanting more than a friendship after a while, and so did he. you were both just so insecure and caught up with yourselves, your nerves weren't allowing you guys to confess quite yet.

but it's okay, because many members had to witness the two of you dancing around your feelings, and were frankly getting sick of the dance after a while. wyll, karlach, and astarion were hatching their plan to push you together, with some encouragement from halsin, shadowheart, and lae'zel. the latter wanted you together, but knew the previous might be better for the planning and the execution.

but they had managed to concoct a plan to get you to confess to each other, and it was sweet. you both had a private moment in the woods, where gale was showing you a knew trick he was learning, and you finally confessed. "i like you a lot. i'd really like a relationship."

that's what you told him, intently looking at his trick still, to nervous to look at his reaction. but he turns you towards him, his hand drifting down towards your hip. "i like you too and that relationship sounds wonderful. i was certain there was no feelings from your end, i thought my rambling may have gotten to you." he sayid, shyly glancing down and then back at your face.

"oh, i love learning about anything you've learned about. if anything, i thought you may have not been attracted to my body. it's usually the first thing someone has to say in my experience." you feel like you're about to curl into yourself, worried he might agree with what those in the past have said.

"i really think you're one of the most attractive woman i've seen, truth be told. i've found you breath taking since the first time i've set my eyes on you. you've enchanted me, body and all." he says, grabbing you closer by the waist, and you both tentatively kiss each other, which turns into a passionate kiss in itself over the course of the next few minutes.

but yeah, gale is absolutely the kind of partner to listen to any insecurities you may have about being curvier/plus sized. but he will absolutely shut those insecurities down, ensuring that your body size is one of the first things he was enraptured by, to only be sealed by your personality, and he found love in you. which is one of the important things he values, and he assures you your body could not turn him away from finding what he loves. gale is a sweetheart when it comes to building confidence up in yourself. and i won't be hearing otherwise lol.

#gale x reader #gale #gale imagine #gale headcanon #gale dekarios headcanon #gale dekarios imagine #gale dekarios x reader #gale dekarios #bg3 #bg3 imagine #bg3 x reader #bg3 headcanon #baldur's gate 3 imagine #baldur's gate 3 headcanon #baldur's gate 3 x reader #baldur's gate 3

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eyes-of-nine · 7 months

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while canonically impossible I love the idea of gale and caleb being neighbors

#IMAGINE THE NEIGHBORHOOD GOSSIP #plsss do you see my vision #caleb widogast #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 #critical role #cr #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #essek thelyss #bloodweave #shadowgast #the mighty nein #wyatt rambles

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whirlybirbs · 7 months

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please god give me "[ CLING ]: having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder" with astarion and gale.

┊ astarion ancunín + f!tav!reader┊ CLING

His voice is a near shriek — full of irritation.

"What is wrong with you, hm?!"

"Astarion, I am not in the mood—"

"Oh, well pardon me, my dear lady," comes the snarl of a snarked jest as he follows hot on your trail, "Had I known you weren't in the mood, I would simply have kept my mouth shut and let you die!"

"I had it handled!" you fire back, throwing your hands in the starry, night air and very much ignoring the inquisitive looks from the rest of camp. Astarion does not let up, in fact he jogs to follow more closely than before — right on your boot heels.

"He had a knife to your throat!"

"Wouldn't be the first time that's happened!"

"God, you are the most stubborn woman I have ever met—"

You finally reach your tent and slam your pack down on your makeshift vanity. Inside, the stolen wares rattle amongst pinched gold and silver. A few scrolls, a few potions; enough to get you and your rag-tag team through the next few days on the road.

You'd embarked into the town at sundown, with Astarion by your side, to pull a few old tricks. You're not a stranger to the silver-tongued methods of a thief. A few plucked lute strings, a few batted eyes. Usually, it's quick work. But, tonight you'd met a bit of resistance behind the town's tavern.

At the edge of camp, it's darker. The moon is hung half-full in the sky, and you gather your matches lighter to ignite your trusty lamp. However, the moment you move to flick the ignition, there's a hand on yours.

"Will you listen to me?"

"I told you," you huff haughtily, "I'm not in the mood, Astarion—"

Suddenly, he slaps the pack of matches from your hands.

It hits the ground a few feet away.

You look up at him, brow wrinkled in shock and confusion.

"...Rude..."

His face is set in a firm frown. And then, suddenly, he's pulling you into an embrace that is as unpracticed as it is rough. Your arms are cramped to your sides as the vampire presses his face hard into the crook of your shoulder. You can feel him huff, and then soften slightly.

Your attitude melts away.

"Don't do that again," comes a quiet, desperate utterance. You swear it will cling to your throat forever more; the sound of his true intentions, "As much as I hate to admit it, you've grown on me."

Your eyes slip shut. "...I'm sorry."

He scoffs. His nose, cold and delicate, brushes the skin of your throat.

Astarion can feel the thrum of life beneath your skin there; a familiar feeling. His heart pangs in want. He knows your scent best — comforting. Home. Even if you aren't entirely aware of it.

...But, he'll keep that to himself for now.

And maybe forever.

┊ gale dekarios + tav!reader ┊ CLING

It's a long trek back to camp — and by morning, you've never been happier to smell the last embers of a fire that's burnt noon and night.

Morning rays, fresh from the dawn, spill over the horizon as you meander into the camp. There's dew on your boots and blood in your hair. The gash along your side has long since coagulated into a sticky, cold mess; your leathers are drenched in all sorts of gore. Not all your own. Most belonging to the three Gnolls who had attempted to take you along with your hunted prey for the camp's dinner.

You lost the boar, your favorite bow, and a good amount of pride in the scuffle.

The moment you cross the threshold of camp, you can taste the tang of magic in the air.

You know, immediately, that it's Gale.

Perhaps it's your own awareness of the Weave, or a particular tenderness for the Wizard himself, but you feel him before you see him.

And then, it's a crushing embrace.

His toiling is long forgotten the moment he lays eyes on you, in all your brutality, and he can't help but surge forward with enough momentum to nearly knock you both breathless.

"Where the hell have you been? Avernus?" he mutters, one hand moving to gently cradle the back of your head. His palm is warm, radiating already with a healing magic that alights the air with the smell of lavender.

"Met a bit of trouble fetching us dinner—"

"Karlach will have your head," Gale says, leaning back to eye you up and down as a warm sweep of light graces your edges. You feel it, like a touch white-hot against bare skin. Intimate. Caring. Different entirely from Shadowheart's healing entirely, "She has been out all night searching for you — Astarion, too."

"I'm fine," you mutter — pointedly keeping the fact you had been chased up a tree by the aforementioned Gnolls to yourself — hands falling to his waist, "And I'm ruining your robes."

"Hush."

The magic pulses hotly, and you slip your eyes shut at the intrusion. His sternness comes robed in warmth. A safe sort of thing.

Gale pulls away only long enough to plant a kiss on your brow.

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Other Forms of Stimulation (Gale x Reader)

Summary// After a fight in the Shadowlands that very nearly takes your life, you realize just what Gale meant when he mentioned that book about brushes with death.

(I am so down bad for this wizard and I had to write this. It has been a while since I’ve written so I hope you all like it!! I’d love to write more if anyone is interested but for now, enjoy this :)! Also, while this is in second person, the name used for you is Tav!)

WARNINGS: 18+, smut, talks of almost dying

As your sword cuts across the last of the shadow entities you stumble to the ground, your knees aching as you take in a deep breath. The only sound you can hear is your heartbeat as it thrums in your ears, your mind racing to catch up with what had just happened.

It had been an ambush that, thanks to the curse, you couldn’t have even perceived coming. You and your friends were already weak after the fight with the cursed drider and his group of cultists so the last thing you were prepared for was something like this on your way back to camp.

However, your group had made you proud as they battled the shadows fiercely. Karlach and her great axe, Gale and his magic, and even Astarion was kicking misty ass with his longbow. It would have been over within minutes if you had been more on guard, if you had realized just how far you had gotten from your friends while fighting.

A cold chill, like a kiss of death, had raced up your spine as you felt one of the wicked creatures wrap its hand around your ankle, knocking you prone and dragging you into the darkness. The scream you had let out could’ve woken the dead as you dug your nails into the rocky earth, scrambling for anything to hold onto.

Darkness wrapped around you within seconds, your mind screaming in pain as you felt this dark energy seep into your lungs and heart. It only lasted seconds at most before Gale had saved you, a gigantic fireball lighting up the sky, but to you, it felt like hours.

The warm hand that had pulled you back to the light was your lifeline, your words dying in your throat as you looked up at Gale who was surveying you for any damages. He had been so focused that he forgot about the fight, forgot about everything that wasn’t you, but you saw one of the wretched creatures coming towards him with its claws raised.

That was when you had leaped forward, using the last of your adrenaline rush to throw Gale back behind you and cleave the beast in two. It had let out an inhumane screech, turning into a vestige before your eyes.

Now, as reality comes back to you, so does the realization of just how close to death you had been. You turn to examine the damage, seeing your companions in various stages of exhaustion. Astarion was leaning on Karlach who was leaning on her axe, both of them complaining about wanting to go to bed which made you smile. When you turned to look at Gale you saw him watching you with a mixture of awe and concern, strands of hair stuck to his forehead.

Your eyes locked together, the tension from the past few weeks of adventuring and the fight coming to a head as you saw him move his gaze from your face to the rest of your body.

It could have been an innocent survey to see if you were hurt but when you saw the color of his cheeks and the way he licked his lips you knew it was something much more darker. Lustful, even. “I, um, once read a book that explained in some detail the effect the brush of danger has on one’s desires for uh…other forms of stimulation. Have you ever read anything on that subject?”

Gale’s earlier flirtation came to the forefront of your mind as the world seemed to close in on the two of you. While you were absorbed in your thoughts, Karlach and Astarion seemed to catch on to what was about to happen. Or, Astarion did at least.

“Come now Karlach, camp’s just up ahead and I don’t want to be here to hear their pathetic humping in the bushes.” The vampire snarked, his smirk growing when you sent him a warning glare. Karlach gave you and the wizard her own knowing smile, wiggling her eyebrows, before dragging Astarion away towards the nearby campfire.

“I, um, want to thank you for-” Gale began, stepping closer to you only to grunt in surprise when you all but grabbed him by the collar and went to a nearby tree, thankful for the brazier that was lit close by. “What are you doing?!”

“Thanking you for saving my life…and showing you how much I know about that book you mentioned earlier,” You smiled, pressing him up against the bark before pulling back slightly. “That is, if you want me to. I thought you were flirting earlier but if you were just going on another rant I am so sorry-”

He silenced you with a heated kiss, his soft hands coming up to cup your face gently as he spun the two of you around so that now your back was against the tree. “Hush now,” Gale murmured, his eyes dark as he slipped a hand up your blouse. “You’re talking too much.”

“That’s rich coming from you-ah!” You gasped, back arching as deft fingers went under your bra to palm at your nipples. It felt incredible. “Gods, Gale, more please.”

Gale hummed to himself, helping you rid yourself of your top and maneuvering your pants to sit around your ankles. It had been years since he had taken a mortal lover but he had been head over heels for you for a while. He intended to prove himself worthy to you. Worthy of saving you.

Worthy of you.

You pulled him from his thoughts with another kiss, this one rougher than the last. The adrenaline seemed to be wearing off but somehow the desire was only increasing. He groaned low in his throat when your tongue brushed against his, tasting the uniqueness of you before he pried himself away. A whine grew in your chest but it was cut off when you saw him sink to his knees, his large hands resting on either of your thighs.

“Gale, I…” You trailed off as you watched him through your lashes. “What are you doing?” His gaze was intense as he tugged your pants the rest of the way down along with your underwear, settling himself between your legs as his lips turned up in a wicked smirk.

“Thanking you for saving my life.” He echoed your earlier statement, his brown eyes twinkling with amusement before he trailed a single finger down your sex. You let out a huff of air when he brushed your clit, blushing as he felt just how slick you were as he whispered, “By the weave, Tav, you’re dripping.”

A whine builds in your throat once more as he continues his ministrations. He gently dips two fingers into your aching cunt, his own groan covering another one of your cries from just how tightly you grip his fingers. You can’t stop from bucking your hips forward towards him, silently begging him for more stimulation.

“Such impatience.” He chides playfully though you can see how ragged his breathing has gotten.

“Perhaps you should hurry up then, wizard.” You say through clenched teeth, your eyes fluttering close as he bristles at your challenge and suddenly buries himself between your legs, licking a long stripe up your pussy. It was divine. “Fuck, yes!”

Gale’s tongue sets a pace that immediately has your thighs shaking, your hands flying into his chestnut hair as he shows you just how talented his tongue can be outside of spellcasting. You had lovers in the past who would taste you, some hesitant and some enthusiastic, but none of them even came close to the man beneath you.

His nose bumps against your clit with each fervent lick, savoring the taste like he was a man starving. You raise one of your hands over your head, the other still fists in Gale’s hair, and start to roll your hips in time with his tongue. He moans into your cunt, his fingers digging into your thighs until you are they are going to leave bruises.

“Please, Gale, gods it feels so good,” You whimper, voice an octave higher as he finally seals his lips around your clit and sucks. “Ah!”

“That’s it, love, take what you need.” He growls, worshipping your pretty pussy as one of his hands rustles under his clothes to rub against his aching cock. It was already hard and leaking, a stain on the front of his pants that he was sure he would be embarrassed about later.

Your ears perk up at the schlik sound, your head dropping to watch as he fisted himself while eating you out. His eyes found yours, watching you in adoration, which made your hips increase in desperation. At some point you had hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, grinding deeper into his face to the point you were afraid you would smother him.

Not that you think he would mind that.

A fire starts to brew in your stomach as he holds your gaze, his own hips rutting up in a desperate attempt to find release. You can feel yourself on the edge as he starts flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue, the sounds positively sinful. And just as you find yourself tipping over into the pleasurable abyss of Gale’s tongue, your defenses come down and your tadpole greedily reaches out to his.

He flinches at first, his pace stuttering as he sees himself through your eyes. The desperate look in his eyes, the way the entire bottom half of his face is covered in your arousal as he fucks himself needily into his hand. Gale could practically feel your pleasure through the link and it spurs on his own orgasm.

You feel your voice grow hoarse from your screams of pleasure, not caring that the camp could hear as Gale continued to take everything you gave him. For a moment you swore you could see the orb in his chest pulse with untamed magic, could feel an electric current pulse through your veins right before he pulled away with a gasp of air.

Gale smiles up at you as you sag into the tree. He takes in your disheveled appearance, from your hair to your slick-covered thighs, and ingrains the vision into his memory. You have never looked more beautiful.

“I should,” You begin, chuckling when it takes you a moment to catch your breath. “I should save your life more often if that is my reward.”

“You don’t have to do anything quite so grave for us to do this again, Tav.” He murmurs, watching as you sink to your knees to join him on the ground. “I would gladly spend eternity between your thighs if you asked me. It is better than any heaven promised to me by the gods.”

Your lips turn up in a wicked smirk as you take his cum covered hand and bring it to your mouth, sucking the digits clean as you make sure to keep eye contact. Gale tenses, his mouth parting as you bat your eyelashes innocently.

“I might take you up on that offer but first…” You trail off, pulling him closer so that your lips brush his cheek. “We have to face Astarion’s teasing.”

A loud laugh escapes his chest as he shakes his head at your teasing, cupping your face and kissing you tenderly. The taste of your and his cum mingles pleasantly on his tongue and he has to stop himself from deepening the kiss.

“A small price to pay.” He smiles, standing up and holding his hand out for you. “Come, let’s show him exactly what a pleased woman looks like.”

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