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Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction - part 3
Chapter 3 - The Chosen Three…Again?
Gale and I step into the building of the Inn after a fresh stroll through Waterdeep, which smells of freshly baked sourdough bread and blueberry muffins. Quite the pleasure to the senses, I must say. It reminds me of innocent days where my mother would bake me a delicious homemade breakfast twice a week before going to the temple to pray to Sȇlune. As we enter the Inn, I notice a couple high elves and a dwarf playing some morning tunes on the lute and flutes to set the mood for those morning people. Rolan is sitting down at a table alone with his cup of coffee. Rolan’s face lights up as he notices us approach him.
“Ah! My friends, come sit!” Gale and I accompany him at the table and immediately a waitress hands us our menus. “It’s good to see you both. And how nice it is to get away for a little while.”
“How has it been at the tower?” Gale asks with a welcoming tone. “Are you practicing becoming a master wizard? I wouldn’t doubt it if you’re there already.”
“Ah, you’re too kind. Unfortunately, I’m not where I want to be just yet. I’m only improving every day. I’m having to partake in my studies more frequently, as well as teaching Cal and Lia the wonders of magic. Just in case anything happens to me. Enough about my life story.” He studies our baby, smiling but looking rather perplexed. “Say, you’ve had your baby for a while now, right? Or am I going mad as a hatter?” Crap! We never told him our situation and that Jenevelle won’t ever age.
“Whew, it’s a very long story, but here it goes,” I mention, mentally preparing myself for his reaction. I go into detail with him about what happened with Jenevelle and how the devils needed her soul to destroy Raphael. How we were promised immortality and that the outcome would have been torture if we didn’t do what we did. As I explain, he looks rather astonished and I can’t exactly tell if he’s judging me.
“Oh Gods, I’m… I’m so sorry. That could not have been an easy predicament to be in. I’m glad it all worked out in the end, at least.” Abruptly, as Gale begins speaking to Rolan, the sounds around me become muffled and my vision fades to darkness, but like a cloud of smoke. This has happened to me before, ages ago…right after I had Jenevelle. Images of Gortash, Orin, and even Ketheric appear right in front of my very eyes, and it’s as if they’re actually here. Holy shit.
“Hello Emmy.” Gortash’s voice still sounds the same, though I can tell hatred is being spat right at me. I swallow the fear and horror as his haunting voice speaks to me. Tell me I’m fucking dreaming and this isn’t happening. I guess if mind flayers can change forms and hags can curse people, anything is possible.
“Well, are you going to say anything, or just sit there silently, mentally squirming at our words as we claw our way into your soul? You’re wasting every second that could be used to slaughter every breathing piece of flesh left standing,” Orin teases, flashing her bloody teeth as she smiles.
“Quiet, Orin. Emmy, dear, we’ve been watching you. My, you are quite the impressive specimen, killing not only all three of us, but the netherbrain itself. You even destroyed countless assassins of Bhaal. I’m impressed. It’s a shame you didn’t put that talent to use and dominate the brain like I instructed before. So inconsiderate and stupid.” I try to speak, but I’m interrupted by Ketheric.
“If you make a single sound, your husband, your friend, and everyone else in this building will hear you. Choose wisely,” he growls, smirking at me. I clench my fists, feeling rage flush through me as I fight off the urge to speak.
“Now, as I was saying,” Gortash retorts, cracking his knuckles. “Imagine all of the lives you could have saved by dominating the brain. You could have controlled all the Bhaal cultists –”
“No, no, no, no, NO! You tyrant, are you listening to yourself?!”
“Unlike you, Orin, I crave control. Power. Not the deaths and flesh of millions of people. Not the screams of the innocent begging for mercy.” This is absolute chaos – no pun intended. Why do they feel the need to harass me, even after their deaths? How is this even happening? They must have been the unsettling presence I felt last night; what else could it be? So many questions are rummaging through my head, gnawing at my brain like animals.
“You will pay for what you did. On the contrary…we are able to create another elder brain,” Gortash adds. How I want to respond to his pathetic words, how I want to pin him against a wall and kill him again.
“If our gods are willing to provide the means of this happening,” Ketheric chimes in, his eyes practically staring Gortash down as a means of dominance, which is a foolish idea. They must not realize I’m immortal. If they do, they’re really good at pretending to be completely unaware. What I do know is that they know something I don’t; at least Gortash does. His disturbing and ominous smirk is hinting that he’s hiding some sort of secret from me.
“Oh, poor little baby, too afraid to speak. To cry. To do our bidding or ask questions.” Orin laughs as she speaks, licking her bloody fingers as she gazes hauntingly into my soul with her pale eyes. Gortash closes his eyes.
“We’ll speak again soon.” Those words alone were the most disturbing out of everything he said; what does he mean by that? I know damn well Gortash is keeping something from me, and it’s making me uncomfortable on every level.
My vision is back to normal and I can hear every sound around me now; was time somehow frozen? It appears Gale and Rolan are completely unaware of my temporary absence from reality. The waitress comes back again to take our order, just shortly after I zone back in, but I’m too stunned to speak.
“What would you like to eat, my love?” Gale asks with a kind smile on his face. I order the strawberry cream pancakes, which honestly sounds beyond incredible right now. I look down at Jenevelle, who is lying comfortably in my baby-wearing wrap. She reaches up at me, gazing at me with her sweet, angelic brown eyes as if she’s saying, “It will be okay mommy.”
I hate that I saw those three again. I hate that Gortash tried to guilt trip me for not dominating the brain. Why can’t they just stay dead like everyone else who passes away? I want to tell Gale about this, but will he believe me? It all sounds ridiculous when I think it through.
As we finish our breakfast, I hear the door open and, surprise, here comes Karlach and Wyll, who we seem to bump into a lot considering Waterdeep is a relatively large city.
“Rolan? Emmy? GALE?!”
“Karlach, why are you the most surprised to see me?” Gale questions with bewilderment. I stand up and bolt toward them. Karlach greets me with open arms, ready to embrace me with one of her famous hugs, but all I can think about is how anxious I am.
“Karlach! Listen, I need to talk to you. Could you and Wyll drop by later?”
“Sure thing, Em! Wait, what did you do?” I playfully roll my eyes and sit back down at the table. I let everyone chat to catch up, but Gale notices I’m not acting myself; he’s good at that. Damn it.
What pisses me off is that I had so many questions I needed to ask, but I couldn’t and those dead chosen bastards knew it. I’m not going to be playing their preposterous games. I need to let it go, maybe I’m overthinking the entire situation.
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Heart of the Weave - Part 3 - Chapter 3 to be posted tomorrow 💜
On that note, aren’t we so sweet? 🥹 If you’ve read it, what’s your favorite moment so far???
Find my entire fanfic here 👇🏻 and stay tuned for updates!
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Same Gale.
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working on some bg3 things :3
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Hi it’s me! I just wanted to thank the amazing people / followers on here who have been supporting and reading my fanfic 💜 It means the world! It’s given me the boost I need to keep going, as well as finish my novel I was working on (it’s a fantasy horror).
I have a HUGE plan for part 3 of “Heart of the Weave” that will blow your mind. I am so freaking excited to write it omg.
Have a photo of my self Tav and me ❤️❤️❤️
I love all of you. UwU
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Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction - part 3
Chapter 2
The ceremony ends and we all make our toasts to celebrate their married life together, and then end the lively event with a delicious chocolate cake that Rolan made from scratch. Who knew he had such incredible baking skills? Everyone ended up leaving rather late, and I won’t lie, it was rather fun. The socialization, the laughter, the memories we all shared from our adventures… Ah.
Rolan is the last to leave, downing a final glass of wine before heading out.
“Well, I enjoyed being in your company, you two. The wedding was exquisite. I better head out, though. I worry about the kind of trouble Cal and Lia could get up to while I’m away from my precious tower,” Rolan comments, downing the last sip of his wine.
“I’m just glad you’re okay after the catastrophic circumstances with the Bhaalists,” Gale mentions, bouncing our sleepy baby in his arm. Rolan and his siblings were definitely some of the ones we were horrified of losing in that entire situation, though I had a feeling the Bhaalists found them as a threat somehow.
“It was horrifying for sure. Cal and Lia don’t exactly know how to protect themselves, but we managed like we normally do.” He sighs and opens the front door to leave. “I’m staying at the Inn down the street. Let’s all catch up tomorrow morning before I head back to Baldur’s Gate.” Gale and I exchange glances with one another and smile in agreement, thrilled to see yet another good friend that’s been through so much with us.
“Sounds great, friend. See you tomorrow,” I mention as he closes the door behind him. Hopefully he didn’t drink too much and he’ll make it to the Inn with zero issues whatsoever. Jenevelle is now passed out in Gale’s arms and I definitely can’t blame him; she’s never been part of a large outing before. Gale quietly steps toward me, a smile on his face as he leans in to kiss my forehead.
“Now I’ve got you all to myself…well, once the baby is in bed.” I smile and stare up at him for a moment, enjoying every second of his warm company. “I want to embrace your body, discovering every inch of it with my fingertips under the comforters.” We take Jenevelle to her room and place her in the crib, and she doesn’t move a muscle. We admire our little miracle for a moment, and it’s just now I’ve come to a realization that every obstacle we’ve gone through was worth it. All for her.
Gale and I are now lying in bed, absorbing the touch of one another with our bare flesh. His hand is traveling down my naked waist as I have my hand on his chest while our bodies are cuddled under the heavy blankets. Everything is finally okay. It’s been two years since the horrors of the Bhaal rampage and the destruction of the source of their mass production, thanks to my wonderful husband and friends. At least, I hope it was fully destroyed. I feel so bad for that poor dragonborn. Stop thinking about it, Emmy. It’s over now. I eyeball my handsome husband as he admires my face and gently pushes my hair back behind my ears, relaxing me.
“I love you Gale,” I murmur, my eyes closing from the calming feeling that nearly puts me into a heavy slumber. I can feel his fingertips barely brushing against my flesh. Our eyes are still glued on one another as we drink in each other’s presence like a bloodthirsty vampire with fresh skin. His aroma is similar to lavender and the sweet scent of skullcap leaves.
“I love you too, baby. Is something on your mind, my love?” I place my hand on his cheek, feeling the gentleness of his beard underneath the palm of my hand.
“No, not at all,” I assure him. “I’m just glad everything is alright. Time with good friends, a happy baby, watching Shadowheart and Astarion’s lives flourish after everything they’ve been through. It’s been a nice change.”
“And I wouldn’t change any of it. The only predicament I’d change would be the fact our baby can’t age. I was definitely looking forward to teaching her magic.” He sighs, but his smile doesn’t fade. “No, no. Positive thoughts. With that being said, I am more than thankful for our daughter and I can’t imagine life without her.”
I turn off the lantern on my nightstand next to my side of the bed and curl up next to Gale once more so I may attempt to fall asleep. For whatever reason, I feel a peculiar presence nearby, but I can’t seem to locate anything within the bedroom. Whatever it is, it’s beyond unsettling. Oh please just let it be my fucking imagination.
“Baby? Is everything alright?” Gale asks. He must have felt me move around to study the room.
“Yes, yes. I’m alright honey, I just can’t seem to fall asleep. Being immortal, y’know, makes it hard.” The presence is haunting me by making my mind tense up as I try to get comfortable, eating away at my nerves like a starved rat. An echo of familiar laughter plays within my mind as I notice shadows dancing around the room, which eventually fade into black dust. What the actual hell is happening?
My eyes eventually closed but it took about a solid hour. Whatever was in the room with us was definitely there and not my imagination, and it was a visitor I’m sure I’ve had before; one that was once alive.
I wake up feeling rather groggy, which is unusual as an immortal. I haven’t felt this way since Jenevelle was born. I’m not exactly tired since I’m always filled with endless energy, but it’s as if someone, or something, crawled into my skull and ate the brain matter within it. I drag my feet to Jenevelle’s room and notice Gale happily playing with her as he’s getting her changed and dressed for the day. He notices me as I enter the room, a smile flashing on his handsome face; he doesn’t seem a bit phased at all from the terror last night. Maybe he slept through it all, or maybe it’s just me.
“Oh, good morning love. How did you sleep?” His voice is so full of life, as if it could light up an entire room.
“Pretty well, but erm… I woke up feeling mindless, like I can’t think straight. Do you feel the same or is that just me?” He hesitates for a moment, observing my blank face.
“Hmm, no, I can’t say that I feel the same. I think perhaps you drank too much at the wedding yesterday.” He finishes putting a diaper on Jenevelle, then slides her into a soft, thin wool dress, laced with baby pink thread. I don’t want to mention the unusual feeling that crept up on me last night, because it’s very possible I was just paranoid; maybe even anxious for some unknown reason. Hm. I pick up Jenevelle from the changing mat and hold her close for a moment, kissing her soft silky brown hair that smells of fresh lilacs.
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Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction - Part 3
{Chapter 1 mostly includes the wedding of Shadowheart and Astarion. After chapter 1, they won’t be nearly as involved as before}
Chapter 1 - Two years later
Today is the long-awaited day of Shadowheart and Astarion’s wedding ceremony, and I am so thrilled to see two of my people get married; on top of that, I get to be a part of it by being the maid of honor. Gale is at their cottage with Astarion, Jenevelle, and their baby Asher, getting ready for the big day and assisting Astarion with looking as dashing as ever, which isn’t hard since that man is “the most fashionable bastard in all of Faerȗn.” Famous words of Karlach.
Shadowheart takes a deep breath and turns around to face me with her back against the mirror, her face expressing an intense amount of nervousness. Her white dress is flowing to the floor, with laced floral sleeves that cover her arms. Her silver hair is not in a braid for once, but let loose and hanging down to the middle of her ribcage, curled beautifully. She’s nearly unrecognizable.
“Well, what do you think?” Her voice is a little shaken and quiet, but I can tell she’s over the moon excited, just nervous. Understandably so. I place my hands on her shoulders and stare deep into her eyes with the utmost seriousness, smiling at her.
“You are absolutely beautiful.” She really is embracing the aesthetic of Sȇlune, I’ll give her that. She reciprocates a smile and closes her eyes, inhaling once more. Out of nowhere, the front door bursts open and here comes Gale and Astarion, though they aren’t supposed to be here. And…other guests as well. A lot of them.
“What the Hells –” I exclaim, completely shocked and a little terrified; I did not expect the door to open like that.
“Astarion! You aren’t supposed to see me!” Shadowheart panics and looks around the room, trying to figure out what to do. “Damn it… Too late now, I suppose.” Why on Earth could they possibly be here?
“Listen, it’s about to start pouring rain outside. We got mildly wet, but not too terribly at least, still somewhat presentable for a wedding. On that note, I told Astarion we could hold the wedding here at the tower. I know it’s last minute. I’m so sorry this happened,” Gale explains, looking at me with those brown puppy-dog eyes. I understand, situations happen, and luckily this is one that can easily be fixed. The ceremony was originally going to be outside at a nice venue here in Waterdeep, but of course it’s going to be pouring down rain on a special event like this. Damn.
I look over at Astarion and catch him admiring his bride, his red eyes twinkling as he smiles amorously at her. I suddenly remember the same look Gale gave me on our wedding day, and he still looks at me the same way many moons later.
“Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter where we get married, right?” Shadowheart mumbles, a smile forming back on her face. “Regardless, it’ll be a special moment for all of us to remember and that’s what counts.” Gale holds Jenevelle in his right arm while he holds out his left arm for me to grab. I hook my arm around his and we strut toward the library area to get settled for the ceremony.
“Reminds me of our wedding day,” Gale comments as he holds on to my arm. “I’m ready to witness our friends embrace the same feeling we did that day.”
“Oh, me too. I’m so happy for them. I wish I could relive that day, to be honest.” It’s true, I think about our wedding day all the time.
The many guests follow us through the tower, admiring the hallway of many paintings of cats and portraits of Gale as a child with his family.
“Wow, very impressive tower Gale,” Rolan comments. “I wish I didn’t live so far so I could learn from the best. I mean it this time, you’re the best. Not Lorroakan… I can’t even say his name without flinching.” I just know Gale is blushing internally; the hallway is rather dark so I can’t see his facial expression.
“Maybe I’ll come down eventually, we can learn from one another. It’s always nice to be acquainted – erm, friends – with another wizard.” Gale’s voice is eccentric as he talks with our tiefling friend Rolan, and I love to hear it. It’s been awhile since we’ve gotten together and hung out; I believe the last time was a couple years ago after Gale came home from defeating those Bhaalists in Baldur’s Gate.
We make it to the library, opening the mahogany doors. The guests get seated in the room, awaiting for the ceremony to start. Karlach and Wyll take Jenevelle, so that Gale and I can walk down the aisle and stand at the front with Astarion. Alfira and a couple other bards are off to the side, playing their flutes, lyres, and violins to a song called “The Queen’s High Seas.” It’s a calming, beautiful melody I always had my mother play for me when I was growing up; a familiar tune that brings wonderful memories. Halsin stands up next to Astarion, prepared to initiate the ceremony. No one could possibly do it better than him, to be honest. Well, maybe Withers, but I feel he would drag out the ceremony longer than it needs to be. Then, we have Rolan getting the cake set up on the table over by the entryway.
Gale and I walk down the aisle, reminiscing our own wedding as we do so. No, no. This isn’t our wedding. It’s not time to cry, I think to myself. Gale and I split ways, where he stands next to Astarion and I’m on the opposite end, holding up a bouquet of daffodils. Astarion is trying to keep his composure, but I can see deep within his eyes he’s nervous as hell, when he’s normally the type to say, “I just want to get this over with.” This man has truly healed over the years.
Shadowheart gracefully prances down the aisle with her glowing presence. I notice Asher, who is now – barely – able to walk, sitting next to Wyll. If he were human, he’d be almost three years old, but alas he’s a half-elf and just now hitting the human-equivalent of a one year old. He reaches up at Shadowheart as she passes him on the aisle, his face lighting up as she approaches the altar.
“Mama, mum!” Those are the only two words he can say, but he said them so sweetly.
Shadowheart approaches Astarion and he turns around to face her, even though he already knew what she looked like to begin with. Oh well, though. They exchange glances of ecstasy as she stands before him. Halsin clears his throat.
“We are here on this absolutely beautiful yet rainy day to unite these two lovers to bound them together eternally with love. These two met through an unexpected journey after a nautiloid crash, not realizing their fate or love until reuniting again in Baldur’s Gate many moons after the defeat of the elder brain. Through the thickness of the most evils, they have stood with one another, facing challenges and unexpected losses.” Shadowheart’s eyes are tearing up, but she still manages to keep a perfectly beautiful smile. She reaches back for my hand and I take it as she tries to fight a river of tears.
“It’s alright, Shadowheart,” I whisper to her. Her and Astarion still hold an intense gaze. I can tell she truly loves him with all her heart, but at the same time, she’s wishing her parents were here. The two moon notes that her parents became after death are floating next to her on the altar.
“May Silvanus guide you both on this wonderful journey through marriage together. May your unconditional love be eternal,” Halsin adds. Astarion gently takes Shadowheart’s hands and they both close their eyes as a wave of light brushes over them, as if they’re being blessed.
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look at this screenshot I got of our best girl 🥺❤️
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Part 3 of Heart of the Weave takes 2 years after Part 2. I won’t spoil too much for those who are still reading, but I will mention it uncovers a long-lost sibling of Emmy’s who ends up being dedicated to Bhaal. She finds out through communications from the dead (Gortash, Orin, and Ketheric reach out to her through her mind).
Her companions aren’t sure if she’s going crazy or if it’s actually happening. Stay tuned 💜❤️💜❤️💜❤️ Uploading tonight!
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Wyll looks amazing here ❤️
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So excited to post part 3 of my fanfic. 💜
It will involve quite a bit of interesting storyline!
Have a few screenshots of Emmy and Gale 💜
They’ve been killing it as new parents in “Heart of the Weave.” 💜
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Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction - Part 2
Chapter 11 - Last chapter before part 3
The crickets are singing out underneath the evening sky as Gale and I lie peacefully in our bed. I can feel the lingering of the full moon, absorbing the energy held within it as we are wrapped within each other’s company. He’s holding Jenevelle, keeping her close to him as she stares into the pools of his chocolate eyes. It’s very obvious he doesn’t want to put our baby down, but I can’t blame him since he was gone for awhile.
“Emmy…” Gale’s gaze is intense as our eyes lock with one another. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you, but being gone that long without you confirmed just how much I actually love you. An adventure without my silly, upbeat, adorable, and powerful wife is an adventure I never want to do again.” He gently pats Jenevelle on the back as she lays quietly on his chest, then releases a loud belch. “Oof, that was a loud one.” I chuckle and reach out to hold my husband’s hand that lies on our baby’s back.
“I’m just glad it all worked out and everyone made it back alright. While I enjoyed time with our daughter and having Shadowheart around, it felt empty without you. You defeated those repugnant murderers who would have ended up killing more people than they already did. I’m so sorry you had to end the suffering of that dragonborn, but…she’s at peace now,” I reassure him.
“We didn’t want to kill her. Gods, it was such a heartbreaking decision to make. She…begged for it. She was being used to reproduce, and who knows how frequently she was being used. Multiple times a week? A day? I can’t even fathom.”
“I’m so hoping there will be no more of that terror.” Don’t get me wrong, there will always be evil Bhaal worshippers looking to please their murder lord. However, from what it sounds like, the ones rampaging and using that poor dragonborn are dead and maybe Baldur’s Gate will be restored once more. Gale kisses the side of my head gently, then we both stare at our sleeping daughter who is the least bit bothered, slumbering in peace.
Early morning makes a grand entrance and I notice Gale is heavily asleep, so I quietly tiptoe out of our bed to check on Jenevelle, who is asleep in her crib. What am I to do? Why am I up so early? Why can I not stay asleep? Probably because happiness is overflowing within me. Joy. Peace. I probably shouldn’t get used to this, which is a sad reality, just in case chaos wants to disrupt our lives to the highest degree again.
I open the door leading to the balcony, taking in the exquisite beauty of the dawn. A beautiful topaz yellow aura is ascending into the sky, and I notice waves of light glistening within the ocean waters ahead of me. I hear the singing of birds in the trees, and smell the delectable scent of fruits and vegetables growing from our garden. I head outside to check our mail and notice a letter from Gale’s mother. I pick up the piece of paper, unfolding it to read what it says:
‘My Dearest Gale,
I am so sorry I haven’t written to you in over a month. That’s unacceptable on my part. I hope you and your darling family are continuing to flourish and you aren’t summoning anything too close to my grandbaby. I’m drinking tea with Withers right now and he said you went to destroy the Bhaal cult? Are you nuts?! Son! He also mentioned you are immortal? He’s telling me all of this wild information as I sit here drinking my hibiscus honey tea and writing this letter. I love you, my boy, but danger loves to meet you. Tell Emmy I love her too, and I’d love to see you all sometime soon. I miss my grandbaby. And one last thing, dear: please quit getting into trouble.
Love,
Mother.’
I smile as I fold up the letter and meander quietly into the bedroom, placing the letter on his bedside. However, Gale wakes up and catches me in the act.
“Good morning – wait, you’re up before me?” he asks, tilting his head to the right with a bewildered expression on his face. “Are you alright?”
“I’m perfectly content, my love. I wanted to get up and enjoy the morning sunrise. Here, your mother wrote you a letter.” He smiles enthusiastically as he takes the letter from my hand and opens it up to read the contents within.
“Oh, mother. Sounds like Withers loves to gossip and tell her literally everything. No matter. We will need to arrange a time to see her.”
“Agreed. She is such a joy to have around.” I crawl back in bed for a moment to snuggle Gale amorously, thankful and forever blessed to be with him. Tonight, we are having a get-together with our friends here at the tower. Yes, I love how frequently we get together. Might as well enjoy it while we can, considering our friends – besides Astarion – are mortal. Plus, none of us are opposed to barbecue and a little alcohol…except maybe Halsin. Maybe Lae’zel will show up too.
The rest of the day entails harvesting the garden so we have fresh vegetables for our big dinner tonight, and Gale going over his studies before teaching at Blackstaff tomorrow, which lucky for us being immortal, we can’t get tired, though I’m not sure how our mental capacity will be after drinking a little too much. Me? I plan on at least having two glasses of wine tonight.
After a calm day of pursuing our hobbies and work-related duties, as well as taking care of Jenevelle, it’s finally time for a nice evening with friends. I’m dressed in my comfortable pink jumpsuit and white shoes, feeling casual but it also shows that I at least tried to dress up.
“Are you sure I look acceptable?” Gale asks, observing himself in the mirror and trying to decide if navy blue is his color. I absolutely believe it is.
“It’s a casual gathering with friends, my love. Don’t fret. You look as handsome as ever.” He smiles and gently grabs my hands within his.
“And you…you are breathtaking. More exotic than anything I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’d rather gaze into your eyes than admire the stars in the Astral Planes. The stars and skies will never compare to you.” My cheeks flush a bright crimson as I try to hide my face so he can’t see me blush; after all this time, he still makes me feel this way.
“Geez, I wish I was good with words,” I murmur as I brush my hair out of my face. He chuckles and places his lips on mine, while his hand is under my chin. Gods dammit, I can’t be getting aroused right now, stop it.
“You are perfect the way you are, baby. Now, our friends are almost here. Shall we go downstairs?” I pick up Jenevelle from her playpen, gently bouncing her in my arms as I kiss her on the forehead. Gale put her in a beautiful white dress that was given to us by his mother. “Could I hold her for a moment before Karlach takes her away like she enjoys doing?” I laugh as I hand her to him, realizing that’s more than true. She has a connection with Jenevelle that I adore, which is wonderful; she is auntie Karlach after all. Gale smiles at our daughter as he holds her, her sweet little coos making me smile as well. I absolutely love her so much, but anyone could tell that she’s wrapped around Gale’s finger.
We make our way downstairs to open the front door, noticing our friends have made their arrival for a fun and eventful night, including some we haven’t seen in ages: Cal, Lia, and Rolan.
“Barbecue time? Barbecue time,” Karlach cheers, hopping around from side to side. “Since I play well with fire, I’ll get the grill going.”
“Sorry, my dear friend, I beat you to it. I started it as soon as I arrived, just a hair before you did,” Halsin assures her, and her expression immediately shifts from excitement to disappointment.
“Ugh, fine. Gale, you know what to do.” Gale rolls his eyes and hands Jenevelle over to our eccentric tiefling friend. He then turns to face me and places his hands on my waist, pulling me close to his body. I bite my bottom lip, anticipating for him to kiss me as we stare intimately into each other’s eyes.
��Now you’re all mine,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss me but a loud knock on the door interrupts. “Come in!” To our surprise, Lae’zel and her son show up, and it puts a smile on my face. Before we make contact with her, he plants his lips on my face, filling me up with an erotic fire.
“Well, you’ll be all mine later tonight. For now, I’m going to help Halsin with the food outside,” he adds. I smile as I watch him walk away and head to the living area to converse with our amazing friends.
{find my entire fanfiction pinned on my page!}
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#karlach#dnd#astarion#gale x tav#dungeons and dragons#shadowheart#lae'zel#halsin#wyll x karlach#wyll ravengard#ao3#archive of our own#bg3 fanfic#fanfiction
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AHHHHH ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
More of these two.
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Guess who I’m adding into my fanfiction?! 🫶🏻 that’s right, sweet Rolan.
Ooooh I can’t wait to get him involved. Him and Gale become super good friends ☺️🫶🏻
Check out my fanfic:
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#bg3 rolan#rolan baldur's gate 3#ao3#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#gale x tav#archive of our own#tiefling
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❤️❤️❤️ I love him so much ❤️❤️❤️
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#dnd#gale x tav#dungeons and dragons#professor gale
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baja blast me wizard boy
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Man some people REALLY want to test me today.
I am allowed to tag every character in my Baldurs Gate posts. If you don’t like it, scroll past. I wasn’t aware some of you people were the Baldurs Gate police 🤪
I write fanfic where nearly every character is in it. Plus, it’s my blog. Seriously. I scroll past a LOT of stuff I don’t like without saying a word.
If my posts annoy you, then block me??? instead of complaining and annoyed I tag Baldurs Gate characters in my post, move on with your day and scroll or block me. Sheesh.
Tumblr is kind of a safe space, especially for being neurodivergent. End rant.
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