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zzprompto · 2 months

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☆ scars

gale dekarios x ftm reader

sypnosis: gale and [name] show eachother their scars and tell eachother about them. (meant to be viewed as romantic)

the lowercase is intentional !

"i must admit," gale mutters as he pulls off his shirt "it has been a while since i've been shirtless infront of someone."

gale finally takes his shirt off, placing it to the side as neatly as he could. it was his camp shirt, he didn't want it to get all muddled up and messy later. he still wanted it to be in somewhat pristine condition.

"i mean, i even told tara to leave the room whenever i was changing back in waterdeep." gale chuckled, shaking his head as he recollected the thought of it.

[name] cut off his lover with a kiss. he then pulled away with a smile on his lips. yes, he did love gale speaking, but he also loved kissing his partner a whole lot more.

"well, i'm glad you can do this with me then. i'm also glad i'm the first person that had seen your body in a while." [name] hummed, a playful smile replacing the smile he had on his lips previously. he then pulled his own shirt off, discarding it to the side, somewhere near gale's shirt.

[name]'s chest was adorned with two very prominent scars. they were quite intricate, practically the main focus of his chest. it took away all of the focus of his small scars, but he didn't mind it at all. in fact, he was proud of showing those scars off.

"now, you tell me about your scars and i'll tell you about mine. just like you promised me earlier." [name] hummed, a smile tugging at his lips as he looked over at his lover.

gale was a little flustered, to say the least. [name] hadn't ever shown him his full body, apart from that time in the weave. yes, this was only his torso, but it was something. if gale's orb hadn't been stabilised, he thought he would've blown a fuse right there and then.

[name] walked towards gale until they were an arms length away. his fingers gently traced the orb on gale's chest, taking note of how it pulsated under each fingertip. a few sparks of purple also flashed and iluminated the room due to the orb. [name] assumed it was because gale was flustered, and [name] loved gale being flustered.

gale reached out and he took [name]'s hand in his own. he trailed the hand to his free hand, letting [name]'s fingers roam across his knuckles and his palm, feeling the scars that were littered on his hand.

"most of those are scratches from tara, or just papercuts from books that have never healed." the wizard explained, looking at [name] with a smile. he was glad he could share this moment with his lover, finally being comfortable enough to show his body to someone for the first time in forever.

[name] nodded at gale's explanation, looking at the scars he had on his hand. they were small, but they made gale, gale. [name] loved everything about his partner, no matter if it was the scars or the rambling or the orb inside of him. [name] loved it all.

the man leaned forward and he kissed the scars on gale's hand. his lips were gentle against the scars, as if they were fresh wounds. [name] was always delicate with gale, acting as if his lover was something fragile and something that was about to break. truth be told, he was.

"i love all of these scars.." [name] mumbled against gale's hand, looking up at the other man as he did so. he took his time to kiss each individual scar that decorated gale's hand, not wanting to get rid of this moment.

[name] removed himself from gale's hand soon after, stopping his kisses. he then moved back to gale's chest, now kissing the orb that was there.

gale didn't expect [name] to do such a thing, but he wasn't complaining. his orb pulsated under [name]'s lips, flashing small flickers of purple. his heartbeat picked up slightly as he became increasingly more flustered by the whole situation. he couldn't help but love how [name] was making him feel comfortable in his body, and he wanted to do the same for his partner.

"it's your turn now.." gale whispered, pulling [name] off of his chest. [name] grumbled and he narrowed his eyebrows at his lover. he wanted to keep going, but he had a promise to keep up the other half of.

gale's brown eyes darted down to [name]'s torso. he looked at the scars [name] had underneath his pectorals. he stared at them and took a mental note of their appearance. they were a bit jagged, but they seemed to have served their purpose nonetheless. gale loved them, just as [name] loved his scars too.

"although i already know half of the story, i'd still like to know more about them." gale muttered, his fingers grazing over [name]'s scars.

"well.. they're my top surgery scars, as you know. i never felt much like a woman, i always felt more like a man." [name] started, slightly shuddering under gale's touch. "but, i didn't know how to make myself look more like a man. i always felt like i was just playing dress up or something.." [name] mumbled, looking down at gale's fingers as he spoke.

[name] let out a sigh, waiting a few seconds before he started speaking again. he let gale continue to trace his scars and adore them, just as he had done a few minutes ago.

"i opted for surgery, which is where the scars are from." [name] explained, his voice soft as he continued to look at his lover. "i don't think the person fully knew what they were doing.. but whatever they did worked." [name] chuckled to himself.

gale nodded at [name]'s explanation and he pressed a quick kiss to his scars. he lifted his head back up and he smiled, placing another kiss on [name]'s cheek this time.

"your scars tell a story, they remind you of a battle you fought and won. i love them." gale whispered into [name]'s ear, stroking his lover's hair gently. he truly meant what he was saying. he loved [name]'s scars and the meaning behind them.

[name] smiled bashfully at the wizard. he hadn't experienced this much love and affection before, or any reassurances about his own scars. he was truly glad about meeting gale and being able to share such a moment with him.

"thank you. i love your scars too, even if they're not from as tought battles as mine." [name] teased, pressing a quick peck to gale's lips with a hum.

[name] then continued to explain to gale in detail how his other scars appeared. there were some from different fights with monsters, even some new ones since after the nautiloid crash. gale listened intenly to everything [name] was saying, a smile on his lips at all time.

"..that's the last one." [name] said, pushing gale away from his torso so he could stop touching and kissing it. "i'm feeling cold so no more scar appreciation or whatever this was.." [name] chuckled.

the man then walked over to where he had thrown his shirt. he quickly tossed it on before throwing gale his own shirt. gale followed, putting on his own shirt afterwards.

without any warning, gale was then tackled down onto the bedroll by [name]. he was then attacked by an array of kisses and praises, earning laughter in return.

the pair were definitely going to show eachother their scars again.

- author's note: i absolutely love this old man <3 i started a new game just to romance him even though i haven't finished my 1st game 😭

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wixed · 3 months

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GalexM!Tav, FtM Trans!Tav, Explicit 18+, Body Worship, TS Scars, So much yearning

3 - Body Worship (NSFW)

A/N: This takes place immediately after Prompt #2 - Voyeurism.

Gale spent the evening cleaning up after dinner. Gathering all the bowls, spoons, and pots, cleaning them so they were ready for the next day’s use. While he was cleaning he found his mind drifting to Tavlin, to visions of the tiefling bathing in the river. Gale’s heart fluttered when he remembered the look of Tavlin’s body glistening in the evening light, water dripping from his horns and hair. If he were an artist it would have been inspiration enough to last him a lifetime. He dared to imagine touching him, his hands gliding over Tavlin’s body, skin igniting under the barest of touches.

The orb pulsed lightly in his chest. Gale considered setting the thoughts aside, but he had endured worse pain from the orb, he wanted to steal away more moments in his fantasies if he could. He scanned across the camp at his companions, worried that somehow they would catch wise to his yearning. For all he knew the tadpole could give away his feelings if they pried, or perhaps even if they didn’t. Despite his paranoia he couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to that river, to cravings he convinced himself he could never sate.

Gale thought back to sitting on the rocks with Tavlin, when their hands glanced a touch. He had pulled away, but he imagined a different scenario, one where he didn’t have the orb threatening destruction. Instead he leaned in, he brought his hand to Tavlin’s cheek and caressed it gently. He took Tavlin’s hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the palm. He kept his eyes locked with Tavlin’s as he kissed up his arm.

He imagined a breathy gasp escaping from the tiefling’s mouth. Gale immediately went to catch Tavlin’s lips with his own. Moaning into the kiss, finally able to express his desire for him in all the ways Tavlin deserved. Gale, completely bewitched by this tiefling sorcerer, kissed him with all the ravenous hunger of a man starved. He imagined all the noises Tavlin would make for him, the moans he would make as Gale moved to kiss down his jawline, down to the neck to his clavicle.

Gale shifted on the stump he was seated on back at the reality of camp, the discomfort of his hardening erection becoming difficult to ignore. Still he went back to his fantasy.

Back on the rocks by the river, in Gale’s mind he lavished kiss after kiss on Tavlin’s body, coaxing out the sweetest gasps and breathy moans from the tiefling. He gazed up into Tavlin’s eyes, and hummed delightedly as he left a kiss right above his nipple. He was looking for permission, his eyes asking for everything his mouth wanted to do. Tavlin understood and nodded eagerly.

A devilish smile played on Gale’s lips before they went to kiss the erogenous area. Tavlin threw his head back at the stimulation “Oh gods, Gale.” The wizard flicked his tongue across the now pert nipple, sucking and swirling loving circles with his tongue. He moved across his chest to the other nipple, showering attention upon it. His hands were gripping at Tavlin’s back, feeling the subtle ridges that ran alongside his spine.

Gale’s mind raced with images and feelings of this fantasy. He could feel his cock twitching with excitement, and after every twitch he felt a thrumming pulse from the orb in his chest. He didn’t want to stop here, he needed to imagine more, if his imagination was the only place he could have Tavlin, he was going to make the most of these meditations.

Back in Gale’s fantasy Tavlin had gently threaded his fingers through Gale’s hair, gently tugging when his tongue flicked across the sensitive flesh just right. Gale wanted to kiss Tavlin’s scars, his fingers traced over them like he was touching a priceless piece of art.

“May I…” Gale’s voice was low and dripping with desire, but he still had enough wits about him to make sure his partner was comfortable. Tavlin moved his hand to cup Gale’s cheek, his thumb caressing over Gale’s skin softly. He leaned down to kiss Gale again, when he broke the kiss he whispered “You can kiss me anywhere you want. Please.”

Gale didn’t waste any time once their mouths had parted and he was given permission. He kissed from the nipple down to the first scar. The skin was soft and smooth. He heard Tavlin suck in a breath. Gale glanced up to make sure everything was still alright, but he practically came unraveled from the look Tavlin gave him. It was somehow both lewd and full of want while also being innocent and shy, his face completely flushed with desire. The tiefling bit his lip, his fangs showing and close to piercing his flesh. Gale went back to kissing the scars, he was gentle and loving, kissing a line across them. His lips trailed down from the bottom of the scars to his abdomen.

Gale then got to his knees in front of Tavlin, he looked up at the pleasure riddled tiefling. Gale’s hands were clutching the small of Tavlin’s back, thumbing circles on his hips. He gazed up and he felt like a penitent at the altar. He wanted to worship Tavlin till he died. His lips depositing prayers across his body, his mouth delivering a sermon, his hands grasping at the pulpit that was Tavlin’s pleasure. He would become a holy man, entirely devoted, wholly faithful, zealously made undone at his feet.

“Gale? Gale? GALE!” Suddenly Gale was brought back to his lonely reality by the campfire. Wyll standing in front of Gale, waving his hand inches from Gale’s face.

“I apologize, I was leagues away, Wyll. Can you repeat your question?” Gale felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. His erection was hidden for now, but he was remiss to stand up quite this second.

“I was just asking if you needed help. You’ve been holding that same bowl for the last ten minutes.” Wyll motions down to the bowl in Gale’s hands.

“Perhaps the day’s hardships have taken more of a toll on me than I thought.” Gale lied as he sheepishly smiled at Wyll. “But there is no cause for concern, my body is simply just…weary, is all. Nothing a good night’s rest can’t alleviate.” Gale smiled, trying to make it as sincere as he could. He normally didn’t mind the man’s company, but he really didn’t want to risk showing his hidden and cramped desires to Wyll if he could avoid it.

“Alright, well I’ll leave you to it, then. But please don’t hesitate to ask for help should you need it. The Blade of Frontiers can take on dish duty for a night.” Wyll teasingly joked, though the offer was genuine. Gale simply nodded with a chuckle and waited a few minutes before making his way to his tent.

“Gods above…” he quietly cursed to himself, mortified he was almost caught. His yearning for Tavlin was only finding more purchase in his heart as the nights drew on, he wasn’t sure how he was going to survive this tension much longer. For now he settled into his bedroll and tried to calm the throbbing ache of the orb, the wild pulses racing through his body. He steadily breathed in and then out several times until sleep decided to claim him.

We're finally getting steamy over in the GalexTavlin corner! :3 I don't have a good ship name for them yet, but I'm sure I'll settle on something eventually.

Hope ya'll are as much a fan of yearning as I am. Comments and constructive criticism always welcome and encouraged. This is only my second time writing smutty prose, but I'm hoping to write more and get better. :)

Part 1 - What was Tav doing when they were abducted? Part 2 - Voyeurism Part 3 - Body Worship NSFW 18+ (You are here) Part 4 - Camp Chores Part 5 - First time seeing companions/love interest in a fight Part 6 - Teaching each other how to do something Part 7 - Heated argument with a companion Part 8 - It will be ok as long as we're together Part 9 - Exhibitionism NSFW 18+

#bg3 #gale dekarios #gale #gale x tav #gale of waterdeep #explict #baldur's gate 3 #BG3FicFeb #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #gale x male tav #trans tav #trans

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kremideus · 3 months

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✿ flowers and love for the rizzard ✿

#gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale x tav #gale bg3 #gale baldurs gate 3 #gale x male tav #hald elf

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ballroomfitz · 3 months

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With you, I forget my goddess

#my stuff #bg3 tiefling tav #bg3 tav #bg3 #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #gale x male tav #Gale x Rian

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kitthenameless · 1 month

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We can always use more Gale content, right? Here's my Gale romance <3

Vanith is a storm sorcerer + fighter who will protect Gale from anything and anyone who ever tries to harm him again. He even jumped into lava to save the man once (while everyone else stood nearby throwing healing potions at them lol). And that was before they even kissed. So you know he's dedicated.

(I believe my Tav's face is from the Dissidia's Heads mod.)

#bg3 #bg3 gale #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 gale #baldur's gate 3 #gale x male tav

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starlight-tav · 2 months

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Mortal Again

Gale x Trans Male Tav

Content: smut, minor act 2 spoilers, slightly angsty gale, lots of fluff and trust, anal sex (Amethyst uses magic to enlarge his bottom growth for penetration), hope

Summary: Gale doesn't know why Amethyst cares for him, but he finally confesses that he wants him. In return, Amethyst gives him everything.

Gale can hardly believe it on the best of days – that Amethyst would have affection for someone like him. He is a constellation of insecurity, ravenous ambition, and spurned desires. And now he is also given unto death by the gods themselves. What can he offer him, save for blathering lectures and ill-wrought witticisms?

Gods, but he wishes Tara were here; well, rather he wishes he were at home in Waterdeep and her good company. For all is foolhardiness, she offers him remarkably little judgment. Constructive criticism? Aplenty. But judgment? No. She only wishes to see him contented. And, if he were completely honest with himself, she seems to know better than he how to achieve that. Always has.

Gale draws in a surplus of breath and releases it like a field ox under heavy yoke. Amethyst's ears perk at the sound from his perch at Astarion's tent. To the vampire spawn's great relief, the half-elf's words trail off as he becomes distracted by the wizard's distress.

"Just go to him," Astarion groans, momentarily dropping his mending work to his lap. "And leave me to my task. You're annoying me."

Amethyst glares at Astarion and the spawn shoos him. The urge to stubbornly remain at his companion's side out of spite is strong, but the desire to investigate Gale's weariness is stronger.

Amethyst stands and crosses camp. He finds Gale seated on a stool, book unopened in his lap, with a ponderous frown creasing his brow.

"Care to share the burden, my dear?" Amethyst ventures, squatting in his usual way in front of Gale so he can look up into the wizard's eyes.

Immediately, Gale's brow softens, and a smile graces his lips as if unbidden. He opens his mouth to protest, but his thoughts of Tara chastise him as though she were actually present. She would urge him to be honest with one he claims to be so fond of. So, he asks Amethyst to join him for a walk.

The pair travel in companionable silence to a knoll blanketed in the dark grass so common here in the Shadow-cursed Lands. Gale sits first and then gestures for Amethyst to join him.

"I've been thinking about you," Gale begins, eyes trained on a crooked tree just ahead of them. "And how strange it is that you've come to care for me."

Amethyst's pale brows furrow as he examines Gale's expression. He doesn't know what he sees there, so he waits for Gale to continue.

"The truth is, I fear I have too little time left and even fewer virtues to give you. In a wry twist of fate, it seems that the very thing that could fashion me into a far worthier man would also bring our journey together to an end. You deserve more than a fool. More than a sacrificial lamb. More than I am. And yet…"

Gale suddenly turns to look at Amethyst, and just as Gale softened the moment he heard the half-elf's voice, so too did Amethyst melt into the warmth of the wizard's gaze.

"…And yet, selfishly, I want you. I want to give myself to you. A paltry offering, I am, but-"

Amethyst surges forward and quiets Gale with a touch of his lips to the corner of the wizard's mouth.

He pulls away from Gale, just enough to capture his eyes with his own, and assures him with confidence and grace, "There is nothing meager about what you are willing to share with me, Gale. I want it all. I want you. And you can have all of me in return."

Perhaps it is the earnestness with which Amethyst speaks, but Gale finds neither will nor word of protest within himself. Instead, he leans into his companion and kisses him delicately.

Amethyst responds eagerly, pressing into Gale's body, his hand finding the back of Gale's neck to pull him closer.

Gale marvels at the balance Amethyst strikes between insistence and restraint, and chuckles against his lips.

"What's so funny?" Amethyst asks, smiling in between pecks to Gale's cheek and jaw.

Gale's hand travels the length of Amethyst's arm and shoulder to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck as the warlock-sorcerer nips at his skin. "Nothing. You're perfect," he says. Amethyst hums against him and sucks lightly at his throat.

Gale moans, a quiet and desperate little sound.

"Like that?" Amethyst asks.

"Yes." Gale tugs on Amethyst's hair so the man looks up at him. "I'm all yours, Amethyst."

The way that Gale says it makes his meaning clear, and Amethyst grins before pressing an agonizingly chaste kiss to Gale's adam's apple.

"Want me to mark you?" He asks, nipping playfully. "Want me to write my desire into your skin?"

"Yes. Gods, yes."

Amethyst latches onto Gale, sucking bruises into the column of his throat, and Gale's grip in his white hair tightens.

The half-elf hums with pleasure at the sting on his scalp and the sound makes Gale's cock throb.

Gale nearly whimpers his lover's name and Amethyst bites him in response.

"I want to fuck you," Amethyst speaks against Gale's skin, voice darkened with need.

"I would like that very much." Gale cards his fingers through Amethyst's hair. "I want it to be perfect. I want to bond with you the way the gods do." Amethyst freezes for a brief moment, body gone rigid against Gale's before he slowly disentangles from the Wizard.

"What's wrong?" Gale asks, voice gone tight with restrained panic.

Amethyst uses both of his hands to tenderly hold Gale's face, thumbs gently tracing his cheek bones.

"Gale, I am no god," he says, sadness where desire filled his voice only a moment ago. "I neither need nor want perfection."

Like hearth fire, the words soothe something deep inside Gale's heart. Maybe Tara is not the only one with insight into Gale's needs.

"Okay," Gale smiles and presses his lips to Amethyst's forehead. "What do you have in mind?"

"Just be with me, hm?" Amethyst asks.

Gale nods.

Amethyst grins and stands, pulling Gale up with him. They return to camp and surreptitiously gather their bedrolls before returning to their secluded glade. They create a comfortable pallet for themselves and kneel naked before one another, lips joining in a feverish kiss.

Pink blooms beneath Amethyst's ravenous mouth from Gale's jaw to his hips, and it drives the wizard mad. When his lover's tongue finally meets his aching cock, Gale whines like he never has before.

"Please," he begs, adjusting his position so he can spread his legs to suit Amethyst's broad shoulders. "More."

Amethyst hums contentedly, dragging his tongue from base to tip before sucking the head into his mouth.

Gale's toes curl and he groans with the release of weeks of want. With anyone else, he'd have been embarrassed at his easy arousal, but Amethyst responds so greedily to his pleasure that he couldn't be ashamed even if he'd been able to think through the unspent lust.

The half-elf's teeth gently scrape along the underside of Gale's cock and the wizard trembles, his fists bunching in the blanket beneath them. Amethyst lets Gale fall from his mouth so he can speak an incantation to oil his fingers.

He presses the pad of his thumb to Gale's asshole and looks up at him, "May I?"

"Yes, by all means," Gale nods, grinning.

Amethyst dips his thumb into Gale for a brief moment before replacing it with his index finger. Gale had never had something this solid and warm inside of him before, and the feel of it sends sparks up the length of his spine.

"Amethyst, please," he requests sweetly.

Amethyst takes his dick back into his mouth, sinking his finger as far into Gale as it will go, and a melodic whine spills from between Gale's lips. Amethyst slips a second finger into Gale and the wizard gasps when he presses into his prostate.

"Oh, hells," Gale sighs. "More. Please, more."

Amethyst happily gives Gale what he asks of him. He swallows around his cock and soon presses a third finger into him.

"Amethyst, please, I'm close," Gale says, tangling his hand in his lover's hair.

Amethyst releases Gale from his mouth and halts his fingers, keeping him full but no longer stimulating him.

"Gale?"

Gale props himself up on an elbow to meet the warlock-sorcerer's gaze. "Yes, my love?"

"I'd like to fuck you now."

Gale quirks an eyebrow, "Is… that not what you've been doing?"

Amethyst chuckles and moves forward to kiss Gale. The wizard's asshole clenches around his fingers, and Amethyst pulls them out until Gale whines.

"I have something else in mind," the half-elf whispers. "Do you trust me?"

Gale nods, "Of course."

The warlock-sorcerer presses his lips to Gale's chastely and grins. He speaks an incantation and Gale's eyes widen. The wizard's eyes fall to the space between his lover's legs and watch as his small cock grows large enough to penetrate him. Gale's cheeks grow warm and his heart rate increases.

"Of all the ways I've used magic for intimacy, never have I considered this," he says, giggling with genuine glee.

"When you're a man like me, innovation is sometimes necessary," Amethyst smiles and Gale sees the vulnerability in his lilac eyes. He realizes belatedly that Amethyst may not have been as confident as he seemed earlier. His heart fills with admiration.

Gale kisses his lover and speaks his desire against his lips.

"I want you," he says. "I want your cock inside me. Please?"

Amethyst shivers and presses his tongue into Gale's mouth, voracious with lust and relief.

Gale feels the length of him between them as they embrace, and it stokes the fire burning in his belly.

"Amethyst, please," he urges, desperation growing.

Without further preamble, Amethyst dips his fingers into his own cunt and uses the slick to coat his cock. He lines himself with Gale's asshole and kisses him again as he presses inside.

Amethyst may not be a god, but his body meeting Gale's is an act of divinity such that Gale breathes his name in supplication.

"You feel so good," Amethyst praises him, panting into his neck as he rocks his hips against Gale's ass.

Gale hooks his ankles behind Amethyst's back, pulling him closer, deeper. Amethyst is hard and warm inside of him; and so, so corporeal. He is a comforting weight pressing him into the earth, so substantial – so real.

"More," he pleads.

Gale doesn't know how, but Amethyst understands what he needs. His lover tugs Gale's hair free of its tie and combs his fingers through it a few times before tugging his head back. Amethyst latches onto his wizard's neck, leaving marks upon his skin like tenets etched in stone.

Without warning, the heat in Gale's belly swells, and he cums between their bodies with a strangled cry of his lover's name.

"Fuck, Gale," Amethyst shudders and releases, his slick trickling down the inside of his own thigh.

Moments pass with them entangled, breathing in the scent of their coupling while their hearts race together. Amethyst lets go of his concentration, and his cock returns to its smaller state. Gale clenches around nothing, missing its warm immediately.

Amethyst affectionately noses the lines of Gale's orb marking, and it occurs to Gale that he is wholly satisfied. The revelation stirs his emotions and his eyes blur with unshed tears.

"I had forgotten," he starts to speak, pausing to swallow around the lump in his throat. "I had forgotten how good it could feel to be so mortal."

Amethyst's gem-like eyes meet his and Gale smiles.

"Thank you," the wizard says.

Amethyst kisses Gale, a sweet lingering touch of lips.

"You make me happy, Gale," Amethyst says with earnest adoration.

"You make me happy too," Gale promises.

They lay together for a long while before Gale conjures fresh water for them to wash up with. Amethyst balls up the blanket that was on top of their little pallet and promises himself it'll get washed tomorrow. He and Gale cuddle beneath Amethyst's raggedy quilt, which is thankfully mostly clean.

While Amethyst naps, Gale scratches lovingly at his scalp and considers himself anew. Tonight, he made love as mortals do – filthy, sweaty, earthen love – and it was the sweetest pleasure he's ever experienced. For the first time in well over a year, he feels truly happy. To be here. To be mortal. To be with a man who may yet love him.

This is hope, he thinks. And he resolves not to squander it. He will find a way to defeat the Absolute and to live, goddess be damned.

#gale has not had sex in a long time so he's needy okay #he's a good boy and i love him and want to give himi what he needs #also fuck mystra #also posted on ao3 #gale x male tav #trans male tav #trans tav #gale x named tav #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale bg3 #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #gale smut #bg3 smut #my tav

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steamclouds · 21 days

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Rotating the Waterdeep Wedding in my brain (wip)

#the one time Voradras got his hair styled #LISTEN THEY MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME #yes he's a whole head shorter than Gale I dont make the rules he's a short drow king #gale x tav #oc: voradras #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale x male tav #drow #my art #wip #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #heartweave

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hysterialevi · 3 months

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"A stolen glance - that sudden heartbeat. Sometimes the little things are worth more than kingdoms."

#gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale x tav #gale x male tav #bg3 gale #baldur's gate 3 fanart #bg3 fanart #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #oc: aryus

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auroraesmeraldarose · 24 days

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hiii do you have any fic recs for gale x male tav/oc?? i don't mind the tags as long as there's no dead dove :)) ty

Annoyingly I don’t 🤔 MUTUALS HELP A BISH OUT

I know you’ve got some somewhere, but we all know mine are all self insert and therefore AFAB/Fem

#gale x male tav #gale dekarios #bg3 gale

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sweetmage · 2 months

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Gale/M!Tav Romantic Date WIP

Hello lovelies! I am uploading this at the very last second (just about midnight) but here's a Valentine's Day flavored WIP Wednesday! Feeling as though he not been as attentive to Rhidyl as of late and wishing to atone for misteps both large and small, Gales secures a weekend alone in the Elfsong to start anew and show Rhidyl just how he truly feels about him. But he may just have his apologetic devotions turned back on him as Rhidyl seeks to repair wrongs of his own. Alone amongst the candles and warm dishes, the two love, heal, and find their worth and purpose together. 💖

This WIP is entirely SFW, however the full fic will have a decent mixture of smut, hurt/comfort, and fluff :) WIP Below The Cut! 💌

There was no fire in the hearth and the drapes had been drawn closed. He closed his good eye to look for illusory presences, then his false eye to scan the darkness. It was then that he spotted him looming on the far side of the room, cloaked in the shadows that failed to disguise his full-figured silhouette unmistakable.

"What are you doing, Gale?" He asked, pushing his way inside and kicking the door shut behind him, worry melting into weary confusion. "Stalking about like some sort of—"

The candelabras and fireplace flickered to life and with them Gale was gone. It seemed someone had done a bit of decorating while he was away. In his absence, the room had been adorned with exotic flowers, fine silks, and fresh fruits. So lost was he in the display that the pleasant aroma of a well-cooked meal didn't hit him until his eyes fell upon the neatly set table—a bottle of wine and two glasses waiting beside the plates.

"Gale?" Rhidyl asked, greatly confused by the gesture, the room, THE absence.

Gale, suddenly behind him, returned Rhidyl's question with gentle hands slipped beneath his collar and peeled away his long coat, his lips pressing soft kisses to the exposed nape of his neck.

Rhidyl turned to face him, greeting him with a quick peck upon the lips, though his perplexion had not wavered. "You've done quite a number on the room. Have I forgotten something? Someone's birthday perhaps? A holiday?"

Gale seemed all too amused by his questions, his lips rising and eyes creasing in a warm, adoring smile. "Do we need an occasion to revel? To indulge?"

"Well... no... I suppose not, but..." Rhidyl puzzled, gesturing around the room. "But what of the others? Karlach scampered off somewhere and—"

Gale's smile faltered momentarily. "Perhaps the fault is mine. Perhaps I have neglected you... Haven't doted on you the way I yearn to, the way you deserve." He reached out and swept a loose white lock of hair behind Rhidyl's ear, his touch lingering, cupping his jaw. "I'd like to rectify that, if I may. Just us."

He didn't miss the nervous shake to Gale's hands, the hopeful look in his eyes. He had a thousand questions, but the thought of an entire night alone with Gale... well, who was he to protest?

Heat rose to Rhidyl's cheeks as his gaze fell over the meal, the candles, and back up to meet Gale's. "I'd hardly call it neglect. You've given me plenty," he replied, a slight smile on his lips. "I spend more of my time with you than without. But it has been an age since we've had an evening to ourselves."

Though his smile returned, there was an underlying sorrow to Gale's eyes, a hint of melancholy as he stared back at Rhidyl. "And it is far past due. My mind has been... where it very well shouldn't be. But no longer. Tonight I intend to prove my devotion, to show you what a proper evening entails," he said, his thumb dropping from Rhidyl's cheek as his own cheeks flushed. "Come." His face was alight again, hopeful, and infectiously so.

Rhidyl let himself be led over to the table and sat down as Gale pulled the chair out for him. How relieved he was to be off of his feet, sinking into the plush cushion with a heavy sigh. "Was the Karlach debacle your doing, then?"

"In some part. She seemed rather eager to play the distraction," Gale chuckled, reaching for the bottle to undo its cork. "Though I didn't foresee how taxing the day would be. I hope she hasn't run you too ragged. You do seem exhausted."

‘Eager is a word for it…’ He parted his lips to lie on habit, but he let it die on his tongue, whispering truth instead, "It's been a long day," he admitted. "Tired, sore, but otherwise no worse for wear. And now I have your darling company, so I want for nothing."

"I'll endeavor not to wear you out any further then," Gale assured him, filling Rhidyl's glass before moving on to his own. "I can only hope this will make up for the day's stress. And if you're sore, I'd certainly be willing to provide whatever tender ministrations the day's wear has earned."

"And you say you don't spoil me," Rhidyl teased, glancing into his glass. "How am I to resist the great wizard's magic touch?"

"With ease, I’d imagine.I figured I'd go light on the magic this evening, if it's all the same to you," Gale confessed, rising from his seat to tend the food still over the now lit fire. "Magic is well and good but sometimes the simplest pleasures are most worthwhile. Food, drink, company... and tonight we have all three. And to ease your concerns, it's grape juice, not wine."

Though he was pleased at the thoughtfulness of Gale's choice of beverage and thus brought the glass to his lips, Rhidyl winced at the over feeling that bubbled within his chest—guilt. "Gale, you know I don't dislike your magic. Quite the contrary really..." Rhidyl trailed off, watching as Gale ladled soup into bowls. "You're a pleasure all your own, without spells or tricks."

Gale paused in his task, glancing over his shoulder to flash Rhidyl a warm smile. "As are you," Gale assured him, returning his attention to dinner. "But tonight is for us to indulge not in magic, but our... appetites."

He couldn't fight the snort that escaped him nor the grin that followed. Leave it to Gale to make even soup sound suggestive. "Then dally not. I find myself famished after Karlach's little jaunt about the city today. She at least could have fed me before tossing me about like some sort of rag doll."

"I told her to have you save room for dinner," Gale explained as he carried two steaming bowls over to the table. "Though I fear she may have taken it a step further than instructed."

"No matter," Rhidyl shrugged. "She means well. And I suppose she accomplished her goal. And this smells—" He paused and gazed into the dish, brows arching in surprise. Colors danced among the broth, swirling in vibrant ribbons that glowed and glittered like starlight. It smelled of home and the tiny fragments of pleasant memories he clung to; a full meal after days of withheld food, spices that warmed him when affection was scarce... a comfort he never thought he'd taste again. "—amazing. Is this...?"

"A recipe from below? Yes," he beamed and swelled with pride, though his eyes betrayed him, seeking approval in his partner's reaction. "Niar d'l'cosmos," Gale confirmed with a slight stumble on the pronunciation, though it was clear from his confidence that he'd been practicing. "Supposed to be anyway. As one might imagine, I had to do a bit of improvising in a region short on certain native ingredients. Though I hope I haven't too horribly desecrated the dish."

Gale hovered at the other side of the table, bowl in hand and eyes expectant as he awaited a critique. For a moment, Rhidyl was stunned not just by the dish, but the effort... Gale must have thought of him for days if he went to all this trouble to replicate one of the few comforts of his upbringing. No magic shortcuts, no simple spells to swap ingredients, nothing but the recipe and his wits.

"I don't know what to say," Rhidyl replied, his voice nearly failing him as he spun the spoon within the bowl, sending the colors dancing. He returned his gaze to Gale and met his look of raw, unfettered love with one that he hoped conveyed his own. "Bel'la dos," he said, lacking further words to express his gratitude.

"Reserve your thanks for when you've tried it, you may just take back your praises," Gale said, finally settling into his seat when Rhidyl brought the spoon to his lips.

He sipped the broth tentatively, then let the warm, earthy flavors roll over his tongue. It was unlike that which had greeted him in his youth when he stumbled in from his brutal training aching and starved, yet it soothed his weary bones now all the same. It wasn't until Gale cleared his throat that he realized he'd fallen silent.

"Is it not to your liking?" Gale questioned, a hint of concern in his tone. "I believe there's more mede pes'cis, should it need any more flavor."

"No, no, it's perfect. It's wonderful," Rhidyl insisted, reaching across the table to touch Gale's hand, "I'm just... well, I'm overwhelmed, honestly. In the positive sense, mind. But... why? Should I be worried?"

Gale looked at once confused, and then briefly saddened by the suggestion. "You've no poor decisions to fear from me. Neither death nor godhood will deter me from your side. I have made peace with those things. I'm a man. A wizard. And a fool who has made far too many mistakes. And a fool who would spend the remainder of his days making amends. I have no aspirations for anything greater. After all," his lips curved into a smile as his hand turned beneath Rhidyl's, clasping it, "what could be greater than the one I hold most dear?"

#i took too long to write the intro and now it's the 15th lol #ANYWAY HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT #gale of waterdeep #gale x male tav #gale dekarios #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #drow tav

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