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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 7 months

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Secret

In which Gale asks his lady to tell him a secret. NSFW.

“Tell me a secret,” Gale whispered to his lady. There was a slight slur to his words because of the wine. He’s so adorable when he’s a little drunk. Even more cuddly and snuggly than normal, which is not a bad thing! I love it.

Agnes giggled. “Gale love, you already know so much! There’s very little I haven’t told you.”

He took another sip of wine and placed the goblet down on the little table in his tent. As per their previous agreement, when they were alone, his glamour was off. But that’s not the only thing that’s off. He’s down to his smalls and holding me and kneading my belly and kissing me and oh my fucking gods please Gale don’t ever stop. “My sweet sorceress, surely there is something you haven’t shared.” He kissed her red curls and sighed. “Could be a nice secret. Not anything bad.”

The dwarf closed her eyes for a moment, listening to Gale’s heartbeat. “I…do you remember the night we shared the Weave? The night of the celebration after saving the grove?”

“Mhmm yes, my love.” His free arm continued to hold her to him as he drank some more. “Such a beautiful moment with you.”

Playing with his thick, dark chest hair, she smiled. “Feeling you, feeling the Weave…I knew I loved you in that moment. I mean, I already liked you of course.” She opened her eyes and tickled him a bit. “Even though you insulted me.”

He let out a dramatic sigh. “You’re never letting me live that down, are you?”

NOPE. Agnes giggled. “Maybe in a decade or so, love.” Back to my not-so-secret secret. “I knew I loved you that night. I could feel your very essence, and it made me feel safe. Happy. Adored.” She felt his hold on her tighten. “You’re a sweet, wonderful, handsome man, Gale. I only wish I said something sooner.”

A broken sob escaped him as he practically squeezes the stuffing out of me!! GOOD GODS, LOVE! “My love, I had wanted to tell you that night, but the orb…any amount of excitement could have made it unstable. I didn’t want to erupt and kill you!” He kissed her hair and rubbed her back.

Should I? I SHOULD. Snuggling against his chest and still playing with his chest hair, she hummed. “Well, I hope that you’ll erupt inside me later.”

The strangled sound that came out of Agnes’s lover made her giggle. Before she had a chance to tease him just a little bit more, Gale kissed her soundly. He was breathless when he pulled away and cupping her face in his hands. “Lie down, my sweet. Let me take care of you.” His brown eyes were full of emotion. “You take such good care of me, sweetness. Let me love you…” He positioned her on her back and began kissing her neck and collarbones. “Oh Agi darling, you’re so beautiful.” His hands found their way to the laces on her corset. Eyes locked with hers, Gale whispered, “May I?”

“As if you even have to ask.” Agnes giggled. You never have to, Gale of Waterdeep! And the only reason I wear this extremely uncomfortable thing is because it’s hot seeing you unlace me! AND MY TITS LOOK GREAT!

Gale chuckled, his long fingers undoing the laces. “While that may be true, my love, it never hurts to ask. Who knows---there might be a night in the future when you don’t want me fondling your breasts.” Pulling the laces loose, he removed the offending garment and tossed it to the side. His hands quickly grabbed her large breasts, kneading them gently. “Though, I do pray they’re few in number.”

“You and me both.” She teased before she let out a soft moan. “Gale love, please…” Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.

Those three words seemed to do something to Gale, whose head then dipped and took a nipple in his mouth. Licking and suckling, he was relentless in his very mean and cruel and perfect and amazing assault on his lady.

“G-Gale love, please…”

He released her with a pop, a smirk across his lips. “Please what, my beauty? Please don’t stop? Please continue? Please conjure a mirror image to take that other succulent breast in his mouth?” He leaned back down, his lips barely touching hers. “Please give me your large, incredibly hard cock?”

Trying and failing to rub her soft thighs together because he’s RIGHT THERE, Agnes whined. “For fuck’s sake, Gale…just fuck me already!”

Gale’s brown eyes darkened as he laughed heartily. “Who am I to deny such a heartfelt request from the most beautiful, sweetest sorceress in all the realm?” He lined himself to her entrance and sighed happily. “My love, I’ve been wanting you all day…needing you…”

YOU. AND. ME. BOTH. GALE. LOVE. “A-ah,” she breathed as she felt the tip of his cock slip through her folds. “Is that why you’ve been so handsy tonight?”

Groaning, he nodded quickly. “You arouse me in infinite ways, my beauty. Seeing you cast even the simplest spells…the sway of your hips as you walk…” He gently thrust a few times, moaning. “The way your thighs touch…your generous bosom bouncing as you get excited…your plump lips touching mine when I give you a kiss…” The next thrust was much harder. “The way you come on my cock…Gods, I can’t get enough of you.”

Gale love, this all amazing and I love you so much but MORE FUCKING LESS TALKING. Reaching for his broad shoulders, Agnes pulled Gale down, his lips crashing into hers. As much as she could, she wrapped her legs around his thick waist. Want more contact. Want more of him. All of him. Always. Thrusting up into him, she moaned into his mouth. “So close…” She breathed, gasping for air after their kiss. Feeling his fingers pinch her clit, she came with a small scream on his mouth, her brown eyes meeting his.

He came soon after, several very ungentlemanly but very sexy grunts escaping him as he collapsed next to her. He said he’s afraid of crushing me. I’m a dwarf! I’m tough! I can handle my big, sexy wizard. One hand was over his heart, sweating pouring off him. The other was holding hers. “I love you dearly, my sweet sorceress, but I’m afraid you’re going to be the death of me.”

Turning, she snuggled into his side and giggled. “Who? Me? Your beauty? Hurting you? Never, Gale love.”

“Ha! I never said ‘hurt,’ darling, but if you want to go again, give me a few—”

She pressed a kiss to his chest. “Not tonight. If we were at my house, in my bed…yes, absolutely.” When we get to Baldur’s Gate, I’m insisting on a night for just the two of us at home. I’ll cook him whatever he wants, maybe chocolate chip cookies for dessert, watch the sunset on the roof deck, and then ride him until dawn!

He raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Or in Waterdeep? I assure you that my bed is quite comfortable---a soft mattress with the finest silk sheets and Waterdhavian feather pillows. Plenty large enough for the two of us.” Kissing her red curls, he heaved a heavy sigh and sat up. “But before we delve into this much further, let’s get cleaned up, shall we? You stay right there,” a long finger touched her nose as smiled gently. “Let me.” He grabbed a cloth and tapped a bowl that filled with water instantly. I love magic. He carefully cleaned her first and then himself. Knowing his preference for modesty, Agnes expected him to put on his sleep shirt and trousers and lie back down.

He only put the trousers on.

She raised an eyebrow as he pulled her into his embrace once more. “Your shirt…?”

He tensed immediately. “O-oh, you want it on? Forgive me, I—”

“No! No, it’s not that. I mean, you usually have on a shirt and bottoms. It’s a…good change.” Good. Great. Amazing. Spectacular. She nuzzled his hairy chest and rubbed his soft belly. I love you so much. My own walking encyclopedia magic bear. I hope this is another little step towards you loving the man you are, not the great wizard you think you should be.

Gale sighed and rubbed her shoulder. “Oh! Well, good then! As I was saying, my bedroom…”

His lady giggled softly, listening to him describe nearly every detail of his bedroom for over a half hour before she poked his side. “Hey, you asked me for a secret earlier. How about one for me, love?”

He did not say anything for a few minutes. “I,” he swallowed thickly. “I…ever since we’ve been together, despite the dire circumstances of said meeting, despite the orb, despite everything else, I’ve been dreaming of the future so much more. Do you want to hear about them?” His voice was tentative, and he seemed a little nervous.

“Of course I do, love.”

With a nod, Gale continued. Breathing a deep sigh of relief. Poor love. “I dream of us in Waterdeep, living in our tower.” Our!!! TOWER!!! Oh goodness, this already sounds perfect. “I have students that come for lessons. After all, every wizard begins somewhere! Not like a certain sorceress who was simply born with awesome power.” He chuckled and kissed her head. “Ahem, anyways, I’ll have students coming and going for lessons. Or maybe I’ll teach at my old university. There was a dream where you brought us sandwiches and treats.” I can picture the dreamy look on his face. “Another you came in as I was doing work with a tray of freshly baked cinnamon rolls,” his lips curled into a smile. “With a small army of little ones following. Each with varying degrees of red in their hair, big smiles, and another one on the way. We ate. Laughed. I told them stories about our adventure, about the Weave, anything, everything. Sometimes you were the one telling stories.” His voice broke a little. “The dreams themselves are so beautiful, my love, but the fact that I can dream about this…that it may actually come to pass…all because of you…I cannot describe what it…what you…mean to me. There are so many words yet all they all seem inadequate for you and what you’ve given to me…to us. I suppose that’s a long way of saying I have the most pleasant dreams of our future, and they make me so happy.”

As he spoke, Agnes’s eyes had filled with unshed tears. She shifted, leaning on her elbow. With the change in position for her, he turned on his side to face her. “Gale love, I promise, no matter what, all your dreams will come true.” She got closer to him, their foreheads touching and their eyes locked. “We will make them happen. Together.”

His lips lazily touched hers, a small smile forming. “Yes, my love. Together.”

#agnes wildheart #dwarf tav #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #gale x named tav #fluff and smut #these other other other two dorks #plus size tav #chubby gale #i imagine this is how most night are with them #gale is buzzed and wants to cuddle...for a while lol #they both really like cinnamon rolls #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 #bg3

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chopper-witch · 1 month

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I know everyone is drawing their BG3 ships with this pic but my tav Ashla has 8 STR and only has decent DEX bc she’s a tiefling but naturally is one of the clumsiest people to exist. Gale also has 8 STR and better DEX than he should but it’s only useful for spell casting.

So less Gale gasping over her strength and more Gale gasping over her third published study as a professor

#i love my nerds #someone combine ashla and gale for me pls #gale x tav #bg3 gale #gale x named tav #professor gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep

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littlelostmabari · 7 days

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Touch of Darkness

Chapter 1 is finally ready! *sobs*

Read on AO3. Complete Fic List.

Pairing: Gale x f!Tav

Soulmates AU. Wizard x Storm Sorcerer. Literary abuse of musical analogies. Angst, angst, angst.

He was a protégé, an artist with the Weave. She had always seen him as a conductor, and she his orchestra. When his magic whispered commands, hers obeyed effortlessly, bending and swaying in harmony with his desires. At his gentle prodding, her voice would soar in exultation, a melody weaving into the fabric of reality. And when his compositions reached their crescendos, his fingers dancing across the Weave, her very bones vibrated with the intensity of the magic he channeled through her. Together, they formed an extraordinary ensemble: he, the mastermind behind the musical arrangement, and she, the vessel through which his symphony of Weave came to life. Where she had power, he had control. When he found power in Mystra, Irradessa lost control.

Thanks to @cheeezncrackers for being the bestest beta reader and putting up with my fuckery <3

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starlight-tav · 3 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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littlelovelyra · 3 days

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The Fall of The Chosen (Gale x FemDurge series)

AO3 if you prefer

Summary: Kyla is a cleric in the tempest domain who has uncontrollable dark urges. Gale feels protective over her for some reason and vows to help her. Chapter one lays the foundation for this series and contains Durge spoilers.

Throughout the series there will be moments where Gale sort of teaches her how to be a better citizen haha - please note this is a slowish burn

Warnings: blood, implied suicidal thoughts, fluffish, cute stuff, awkward moments, negative thoughts, dark thoughts. let me know if i have missed anything.

Rating: Mature

(Day 1)

‘What a pretty little hand. It would be a shame if someone were to sever it…. It would make such a fine little trinket… dangling from my pack’ you think to yourself.

A voice shakes you from your disturbing thoughts “A hand? Anyone?” The voice of a male travels out of the sigil.

Using both hands, you grip the arm and pull with all your strength. “That’s it! Go on, keep pulling!” The voice says. You widen your stance and give one last final pull managing to release the male who was trapped. He topples out knocking the both of you over, slowly he rises dusting off the dirt that has collected on his knees. You steady your feet and glance at the male standing before you.

He wears a purple robe, nothing extravagant or detailed, his hair is windswept, the colour a warm chocolate brown. He has a well-kept beard and his eyes are a light brown and you can’t help but notice they have a friendly but powerful aura.

“Hello, I’m Gale of Waterdeep. Apologies, I’m usually better at this.” He smiles as he grips your hand into a firm shake.

“At introductions?” You blurt out, his touch has caused your stomach to flutter making your mind frazzle at the sensation.

He smiles “At magic… say but I know you don’t I? In a manner of speaking. You were on the nautiloid as well.” His eyes watch yours curious.

“Yes, I was. I didn’t see you there?” You reply holding his gaze.

“Then I can only assume that you too were on the receiving end of a rather unwelcoming insertion in the ocular region.” He points his index finger to his eye, his mouth pulling slightly in distaste.

“I couldn’t have put it more… repellently myself.” You mutter in response, your mind still trying to make sense of what is happening to you.

“No use sugarcoating it is there? The insertee we speak of, this parasite - are you aware that after a period of excruciating gestation, it will turn us into mind flayers? It’s a process known as Ceremorphosis, and let me assure you: it is to be avoided. You don’t happen to be a cleric, by any chance, do you? A doctor? Surgeon? Uncannily adroit with a knitting needle?” He raises an eyebrow with a playful smile tugging at his lips.

'He sure loves to talk, I wonder, what use is a wizard without his tongue?' Your mind fills with vile thoughts that you instantly shut down. “What is wrong with me? I need to stop.” Your thoughts are swimming and you realise he is patiently waiting for a reply.

“I am a cleric, however, I wouldn’t even know where to begin with this. We’ll need to find someone with more experience I’m afraid.” You offer him an apologetic smile and he returns it.

“No matter, I am sure we will find one, that is if you’ll allow me to join your company?” He asks peering behind you assessing Astarion and Shadowheart. You picked them up fairly early in your journey since the crash of the nautiloid.

“Yes, of course, we have room. You are welcome to join us.” You give him a soft smile that continues to feel foreign on your cheeks and something in your stomach twists in disgust at your pleasant gesture.

“Most excellent! Since we are travelling together I would love to know your name.” He brings his hands together, his eagerness is almost contagious.

“Oh, uhm… Kyla.. I think. Sorry, my memory is filled with holes. I’m still piecing things together.” Your brows furrow in frustration.

“Kyla? What a lovely name, did you know that in some origins the name can mean ‘Victorious’.. or ‘triumphant’?” He clears his throat “… but, I digress, lead on Kyla.” His hand awkwardly rubs the back of his head and he averts his gaze. You smile (disgusting), nod and continue following the road.

Up ahead you hear a panicked commotion, you and your new travel companions make haste towards the noise. You notice that a stronghold of sorts is under attack by goblins, creeping up a hill you find yourself slowly approaching one of the dirty little creatures.

“Fulgur!” You yell as you grab the goblin, wrapping him in a blanket of blue lightning and he falls to the floor unmoving. The rest of your party springs into action making quick work of clearing out the threat and you head into the grove.

As you walk up the path you find yourself in the middle of an altercation between a Tiefling and a Human. The conversation is heated as the human is scolded for leading the goblins to the camp, you see him curl his fists readying to hit the unsuspecting Tiefling. Something in you stirs and you walk straight for the human, your fist curled tight you bring it back, smacking it to his face and he falls to the floor.

“That settles that… well met, I’m Zevlor.” The tiefling shakes your hand and begins to speak of the issues he and his people are currently facing. It doesn’t take long for you to see their need and offer your hand at helping, your stomach twists again as you offer your help, and something stirs in your head ‘disgusting’.

You and your party excuse yourselves and continue to look around the grove, picking up some essentials from the trader. You find yourselves walking along a path enjoying the view as a squirrel springs in front of you. It might be the single most adorable creature you can recall in all your stunted memory. *It would be ever so twee if it were climbing a tree!* Suddenly as if you have no control over your actions you bring your leg back and swing it forward launching the little creature into the trunk of the tree ahead of you. Tragically ending its life.

“Surely you should be reserving your foot for more deserving foes? That poor creature was harmless!” Gale looks at you shocked and very unimpressed.

“I.. I’m a horrible person! What have I done!? It felt like I had no control over myself.” Your hands are shaking and tears are streaming down your face. *Weak. Disgusting.* The words shoot through your mind which only make you cry more.

You feel hands softly hold your shoulders and you look up to see Gale “Kyla, it’s… alright. It’s been a very disorientating few days, perhaps it’s time for a little respite? Let’s go set up camp for the evening, hmm?” While still holding you he guides you away from the horrible scene you created.

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He was always there for you, never judging you no matter how many times you screwed up or made questionable choices… One of those choices was being beaten by a follower of Loviatar which you were sure would have deterred his friendship but it didn’t. However… this may just be unforgivable. You look down at your hands completely drenched in blood, Alfira the bard lays at your feet… dead. You fall to your knees your trembling blood-soaked hands hover over her body as you try casting revivify over her lifeless body but it’s not working.

There is only one person you can think of and you quietly make your way to his tent. He will know what to do, he always helps.

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Gale:

“Gale…Gale, please wa-wake up. I’ve done something terrible.” Her voice is soft and broken as you hear her sob between her words. Your eyes flutter open and you look at the opening of your tent and take in the horrific sight before you. She is drenched in blood, her whole body is trembling and her eyes are wide in fear. You shoot up not caring that you are only currently in your sleeping trousers and you rush to her.

“Kyla? What’s wrong? What’s happened? Are you hurt?” You take her hands in yours ignoring the fact that they are covered in blood.

“I… I didn’t mean to. I don’t… I don’t remember. I think I killed her.” She sobs as her knees give way and you catch her from hitting the ground.

“Killed who, Kyla? Can you take me?” You try to stifle the panic in your voice as you don’t want to fuel hers. She nods slowly in response and leads you outside to the body on the floor. It’s Alfira, the poor bard who joined your camp for the evening. You look at Kyla and hold her face so that your eyes can meet, “You truly don’t remember this? Tell me what you do remember.” You speak slowly and she closes her eyes as she recalls what she knows.

“I remember Alfira joining us for the evening, I recall us having the dinner you cooked and then getting ready for bed. I know that I fell asleep and then when I woke up I was standing over this…” She points to the bard. “Gale… I’m scared. I’m not in control, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe… maybe I should leave or better yet someone needs to kill me. I don’t deserve to live after this.” Her sobs once again take over sending tremors through her body. Something in you stirs at her suggestion, you feel… protective. Drawing her in close, you hold her in an embrace as she sobs into your chest.

“You will do no such thing. I don’t ever want to hear those words from you again. We will figure this out. I’ll hold a meeting with everyone in the morning, right now I think it’s best we get washed up and you need to rest. Come.” You take her hand and lead her to the river, you help her undress and take extreme caution as to where your eyes settle. You do not wish to make her feel uncomfortable, right now the most important thing is to get her washed and into some warm attire. “I’ll be back shortly, stay right there.” You move quickly to your tent grabbing two towels and two sets of clean clothes. As you rush back you notice that you can’t see her in the water and you start to panic, with haste you shuck off your blood-soaked clothes and dive into the water pulling her up to the shallow end.

She sputters as she cries, “Just let me do it, Gale. I can’t make this right… I tried… gods I tried.” You hold her close to you angling your body so that no inappropriate… appendages touch her.

“Shhhhhh, stop. You cannot be blamed for something you cannot even remember. You were not in control… If you were you wouldn’t have done this.” You stroke her hair slowly and continue, “Let us get clean then we can dry off, get dressed and head back for some rest. We can’t do anything about it now while everyone is deep in their sleep.”

Eventually, she agrees and the two of you are now in warm clothes walking back to the tents. You hold her hand in yours and bring her inside your tent, you must be mad to be willing to share a tent with someone who literally just murdered someone in their sleep. But again you feel protective over her and right now she needs someone. As the two of you lay down on the bedroll she turns to face you, burying her head in your chest and your heart swells with affection. You drape your arm over her and rub slow circles around her back with the palm of your hand until sleep eventually takes her.

You, however, lay there lost in thought. You have never heard of Ceremorphosis causing one to lose control of their body, you have a slight suspicion that there may be something different at play here when it comes to her. You are not quite sure what it is but you know that you will help her.

Kyla… Gods was she beautiful though. Her eyes reminded you of the seas near Waterdeep, a deep blue and when you looked into them for the first time you felt like you could happily drown in their depth. This… is ridiculous seeing as you have only just met, perhaps you have just been too out of touch with others that your emotions are heightened. Or perhaps, you do feel something genuine for her which only stirs a deep sadness in the pit of your stomach as you know nothing could ever come of it due to your condition.

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Kyla:

You awaken alone in Gale’s bedroll hearing hushed voices outside talking in a flurry. The blood in your veins turns to ice as you remember the events of last night. Slowly you edge your way to the tent opening trying to hear what conversations are happening outside.

“What do you mean she doesn’t remember how it happened? You’re telling me that she murdered someone in her sleep?” Shadowheart’s voice hisses and is laced with doubt.

“I believe what she says Shadowheart. You didn’t see how distraught she was last night, the poor girl was in shock.” Gale hisses back his tone is sharp as he scolds her doubt. “You weren’t there. I saw it. The way her body trembled, she could barely stand up, and her eyes were filled with fear and panic. So yes, I believe her and since we have all decided to travel together I feel we must help her.”

“Sorry, you want us to help the murderous little creature that is currently sleeping soundly in your tent? How chaotic… I vote yes!” Astarion chimes in his voice the usual playful tone.

Inhaling deeply you exit the tent and approach the group that stands around the site where the bard used to be. As they hear you approaching they all slowly turn to you. Gale is the first to move forward as he approaches you with a reassuring smile.

“How are you feeling?” He places his hands on either side of your arms, and his right thumb runs gentle strokes down your left arm.

“Guilty. Ashamed… Grateful for your help last night.” Your cheeks flush slightly as your eyes meet his.

“We’ll figure this out, Kyla. That is my promise to you.” His eyes stare into yours and you feel a soft flutter in the pit of your stomach as you take in the warmth those brown eyes hold. “We take each day as it comes. However, we do have to save that Druid from the goblin camp, this is our priority, now more than ever. Perhaps he will aid us not only with the tadpoles but with whatever is going on with you.” His soft smile warms your heart as he tries to be optimistic. He holds a great point though, maybe this druid will be able to help.

“Of course, at least we have had a chance to look around their camp and we know what we are working with. After breakfast, we can leave for the rescue mission.” You feel calm now after he has spoken to you, it’s nice to know that he has your back and he is right, the mission for the druid is a priority.

You grab yourself a helping of eggs and bacon that Gale has prepared over the fire and walk to the stream. You sit down on a piece of driftwood and look out over the water while you eat breakfast. You recall how Gale pulled you to safety last night in the water… how he politely angled his body from yours to ensure you were comfortable. You had noticed his focus in his stare as if he were trying to stop himself from raking his eyes all over your body. Silently you wish he had but perhaps he doesn’t feel that same… flutter as you do.

“Lost in thought?” A familiar voice breaks your daydreaming as Gale sits by you and offers a hot beverage. You gratefully accept the drink and bring it to your lips taking a small, cautious sip.

“Yeah…” You exhale and purse your lips, “Gale? I just wanted to say thank you. You didn’t need to help me or stick up for me… yet you did. Why?” You turn to him and watch as he thinks about his answer.

“Why wouldn’t I? I don’t quite know what it is Kyla but I feel…” he stops himself and his brow furrows.

“You feel…?” Your voice is soft and you hold your breath for his reply.

“I feel that’s what friends do for each other.” His frown deepens and his eyes grow distant.

“Right… friends. Of course.” The pit of your stomach drops in disappointment, perhaps it was foolish of you to think that he could feel anything other than friendship towards you. He barely knows you and you barely know him, yet, you are so drawn to him. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to prepare before we leave.” You offer him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes and you begin to walk off.

“Kyla?” Gale stands to face you.

“Yes, Gale?” You pause a moment.

“Uhm… remember to hang up your clothes before we leave… you know so you have something to change into once we’re back?” His face scrunches awkwardly.

“Yeah… sure thanks, Gale.” The disappointment deepens as you enter your tent to prepare for the upcoming battle.

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Gale:

Remember to hang up your clothes?! What the fuck?… ‘I feel that’s what friends do for each other.’ … for the love of Mystra am I really that daft? You scold yourself as you pace the inside of your tent. You could have sworn you saw the disappointment in her eyes at your response… you stupid fool. You could have told her that you felt the need to protect her… you could have told her that you care and yet you didn’t. And you know why, it's because of this stupid orb in your chest. You can’t afford to grow close to someone, you wouldn’t be able to give her all of you. This is fate’s way of torturing you for your shortcomings. You got greedy and now you’ll pay for it until this thing in your chest combusts.

If you could just find a way to rid yourself of this… maybe then you could entertain the possibility of exploring this connection with her. When you told her about the orb she listened so intently, she never scolded you for keeping it a secret, she was always looking for magical artefacts to give you. Her support and her eagerness to help you made your heart swell with all kinds of emotions… Emotions you couldn’t afford to indulge in and that made your gut twist in sadness.

No. There is no use getting yourself worked up, who would love you anyway? You are no longer the powerful wizard you once were. You are just a shell of what remains. Mystra’s favour is no longer with you and what good is a wizard without her favour? Who would want someone as weak and as broken as you?

“Gale! It’s time to go, stop looking at yourself in the mirror and let’s get moving!” Astarion calls out and it snaps you back into focus.

You’ll find a way to get your goddess’s favour back. You have to. You cannot afford to lose focus.

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avinryd · 9 months

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ficbit time!!!

BG3 brainrot incoming. What can I say, the sad arrogant wizard got to me. I will not apologize.

“What in Mystra’s name were you thinking?”

He keeps his voice below a shout, barely, but Arden flinches as if he hadn’t. Still, their voice is level when they reply,

“What do you mean, ‘what was I thinking’? You were there, in my mind. You know. You saw.”

‘What I saw was a stubborn fool with more power than sense,’ Gale does not say. That would brand him the most egregious hypocrite on the Sword Coast, after all. Instead he exhales deliberately though his nose, searching for calm before he speaks again.

“Your mind is a maelstrom, Arden—” fuck, he can’t quite keep the awe from his voice “—and I’m no illithid master of the psionic arts. At least, not yet. So I ask again: what in the Hells were you thinking? Did nothing I said, no impression of the severity of the situation get through to you?”

“Of course it did!” They snap back, eyes flashing in a very literal sense. “The situation seemed very urgent, so I chose the most expedient solution available.”

“How does ‘pouring your entire life force and then some down a drain’ register to you as a solution at all? Let alone the most expedient!”

“This, coming from the man whose apparent life plan is to find the darkest corner of Faerun to detonate his mistake, rather than find a way to fix it. Your self-preservation record seems as black as mine, Gale of Waterdeep.”

Before Gale can sputter out a reply to that comment, they continue bitterly,

“There’s a hole in the Weave sitting in your chest, and I’m brim-full of the stuff that threads the loom.”

Lightning crackles between their fingers as if to illustrate.

“It’s just…so much. It stood to reason that enough of it could er—fill the hole, as it were.”

(There’s more to it than that; Gale’s no fool. The sorcerer’s hands have balled into fists, some deep-seated frustration robbing them of their usual eloquence. “Brim-full”. “So much”. If Gale had to guess—with that part of his mind not worried about the apocalypse in his chest—he’d conjecture that Arden suffers under a problem diametrically opposed to his own. He shelves the thought for later.)

Arden at least has the decency to look ashamed.

“Clearly, I’m outclassed—I’d never encountered Netherese magic before last night. I won’t— I won’t apologize for my actions, but I did not take you at your word and for that, I am sorry.”

There's like, 2k in this doc so far and I'm not quite done with this piece. I'm thinking it'll be a series of oneshots(actually 2 series, companions) that vaguely follow my playthrough as Storm Sorcerer blast-first-questions-later Arden. We have a good time, and Arden's vowed to vaporize everyone who's ever hurt their friends, up to and including the gods themselves.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fic #gale x tav #gale x mc #gale x named tav #ficbits of ryd #avinryd

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sunclown · 1 month

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My middle aged man yaois ⚡️🔮

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #gale #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #galetav #this is my sillyyy half drow his name is Volo #yeah like the other Volo #he hates him #Volo (tav)#finally time i drew them properly ive been cooking them on my mind a lot #i call em lightingweave #my art

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crowlipso · 8 months

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Tryna slut him out and build a Lego set with him after.

#I'm enjoyed drawing my tav #shes so cunty I love her #her full name is Cassiella btw #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #tav #bg3 tav #bg3 gale #gale x tav #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #dnd #tiefling #my art

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just1gnome · 8 months

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and yes they smoke weed

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jasakime · 2 months

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Eepy wizard Bonus:

#this is mostly practice #Also subtly redesigns my Tav's design and name while no one's looking #my art #im gonna eat Gale's belly istg #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #gale bg3 #gale fanart #galetav #gale x tav #bg3 Tav #tav #oc:yllcelis bloomvale #bloomweave

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necromosss · 6 months

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Like any rite of passage i gotta do their couple meme (jff!) .original temp - modified temp.

#mirale #gale x tav #oc: mira #now that i got the name 'Wildweave' should i tag them that... yeah why not #wildweave

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday

I'm having way too much fun writing this one. :D It features Thea (plus size wood elf druid) and Gale after a long day. Excerpt is SFW.

If he was being honest, Gale found that most of the days on their adventure had been good. Today, however, was not one of those days. Fat. Middle aged. Can’t keep up. Not hitting the target enough. Putting her in danger. Gods, if anything happens to her because of me, I…

“Meow?”

Is that a cat? That surely cannot be Tara because she would’ve announced herself with an energetic, “Mr. Dekarios!” He pulled the flap of his tent and, as he predicted, the cat was not Tara the tressym. It was an orange tabby with bright green eyes. Funny, that’s the exact color of Thea’s eyes. “Hello there! Are you lost, little one? Come in, come in.”

The cat meowed happily and walked in, waiting for Gale in an excited way. A cat excited about a person is very strange, though perhaps that is simply how this lovely cat is.

He went back to sitting on his bedroll, and the cat followed. Seems to be waiting for me to say something? Very curious. “I don’t know why you’re here, my friend, but I’m happy for the company.” The cat began to purr and climbed onto his lap. He laughed nervously. “Want a cuddle, do you? I suppose that’s alright. You’re awfully cuddly, aren’t you, sweetness?” He starched behind the cat’s ears, the purring growing louder. “You know, this is just what I needed. I had, quite frankly, an awful day. Every day on this journey I’m feeling my age more and more. And look at me!”

His parasite tingled.

I do see you, Gale, and I, quite frankly, love what I see.

Thea?!?!?!

Yeah! Hi! Sorry, I didn’t mean to like…be weird or anything. When we got back, you just seemed so fucking sad, and I had no idea why. I felt so bad. So I thought, “Well, Gale likes cats, and I can wildshape into one in seconds, maybe that would make him feel better.” So…I did that! Yup. The cat stared up at Gale with what he thought were adorably pleading eyes.

My love, you are the most thoughtful and sweetest woman in the realm. And it’s not weird! I’m still very interested in learning more about the magic behind wildshape.

I just…do it. I know that’s not the most helpful, but I’d say it’s the most accurate. At least for me! Maybe Halsin could explain it better. Anyways, if you want me to change back, I can.

Absolutely not. Unless you want to, of course! I don’t know how comfortable you are…

Thea practically began to vibrate with purrs in his lap. Are you fucking kidding me? I’m a cat in a nice, warm, soft lap. This is heaven, Gale love.

He chuckled softly, scratching behind her ears. Darling, you may stay in heaven for as long as you’d like.

#thea wildheart #gale dekarios #thea x gale #gale x named tav #gale x plus size tav #plus size tav #chubby gale #when your new gf can wildshape into a cat #gale likes pussy...cats #i'm not sorry lol #wip wednesday

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memeadonna · 5 months

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If you ever feel dumb I created my second Tav to romance Gale (after the weave scene triggered with my first Tav) knowing nothing at all about his romance path.

I named her Tara.

#bg3 #I'm very stupid #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale x tav #Tav number one is a Wizard so she is now going to be his girlfriend #Tav Two gets Astarion because they are rogues who do crime together #and I'm not having Gale fuck a girl sharing a name with his cat #no spoilers please i'm still in act one!

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artoflevity · 6 months

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gale tells him every day to “leave the dancing to wyll,” and yet…

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #tav #gale x tav #tief tav’s name is zarakos :3

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poreyneel · 10 months

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You don't get it, Gale is everything to me

#nayris sterr #gale #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #nayris sterr (dekarios post-game)#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #bg3 #gale bg3 #bg3 fanart #gale x tav #original character #sketch #my art #i don't know how to name this ship #song of the weave #maybe

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thechaoticdruid · 3 months

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[Delicious]

Astarion x Named!Tav

Plot: After setting up camp in the Underdark the weirdos start to reminisce of past lovers, which also brings a curious question to light. How come Winnie had no lovers before Astarion?

Content/Warnings: MDNI SMUT

F!MC, MC uses she/her pronouns, insecurities, chubby mc, flashbacks, unrequited love, bullying, Little Winnie being feral, Winnie is just feral in general, violence, blood, gore, some piv smut at the end, fingering, conflicted Astarion, angst, comfort.

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“Arrg! You asshat!” Winnie shouted hanging onto the back of the minotaur as it bucked and jerked around, trying to shake the druid off. The brunette-haired woman grabbed hold of the horns as she held on for dear life. “I could use a little help here!” She said with annoyance, her scimitars had been discarded onto the ground, leaving her weaponless and it was honestly too risky to try to cast a spell while being slung around.

Astarion aimed his bow at the beast, arrowhead trying to align with the minotaur’s head. The arrow came fast, but unfortunately the bull man jerked out of the way. Winnie let out a yelp as the arrow grazed the armor of her shoulder.

“Astarion!” The druid growled out.

“Apologies darling, it's hard to aim when the stupid cow keeps moving!” Astarion replied with a hint of annoyance.

“AHHHH!” Karlach suddenly screamed, flames surrounding her as she went into a rage. The fiery tiefling charged forward with her great ax, taking a swing at one of the minotaur’s legs and hacking it right off. Winnie let out a shout as the beast fell forward, dragging her along with it! Winnie fell right onto Astarion, sending him tumbling over as Karlach proceeded to repeatedly hack and slash at the monster, each swing separately another limp from the beast's body with a sickening crunch sound. The tiefling let out another loud scream as she just kept hacking and slashing into the beast, turning its body into a bloody pile of viscera.

“Oh for gods' sake, it's dead Karlach. Now you're just getting the blood everywhere!” Astarion complained, getting up as he held the dazed druid up along with him. Karlach eventually cooled off, panting heavily as she stepped away from the battered corpse, boots drenched in blood.

“I could have drank that.” Astarion murmured under his breath. Winnie rubbed her head a bit as she gathered her bearings.

“Mystra’s blood! What happened here?!” Gale exclaimed as he appeared out from behind a large stalagmite.

“Oh, you know just getting some fresh Underdark air.” Winnie said sarcastically.

“Gale, where in the hells have you been?!” Astarion demanded as he crossed his arms, glaring at the wizard in annoyance.

“I was helping the others find a water source to camp by. Unfortunately, we still haven't found anything yet.” Gale stated.

“Ah, so being of no help as usual.” Astarion huffed a bit.

“Ignore Fangs, Gale. He's just cranky we weren't able to get him lunch.” Karlach piped up, finally calming down from her rage.

“Hmm, wait a minute.” Winnie said before scurrying over to what was left of the the minotaur corpse.

“Eh..What are you doing?” Gale asked with grimaced of disgust as Winnie took out a jar from her pack and grabbed hold of one of the severed minotaur limbs.

“Getting some blood for Star.” Winnie said before squeezing out what blood she could from the minotaur leg.

“Ah, you're such a sweetheart, Winnie.” Astarion gave her a flirtatious wink, causing the druid to blush as she gathered blood into a jar.

“Awe, that is sweet, soldier. A little gross, but sweet.” Karlach smiled.

“Ah yes, collecting blood from a mutilated corpse. A very romantic gesture.” Gale exclaimed.

“I…I'm just trying to help.” Winnie murmured, before filling up the jar completely with blood, her hands covered in red. “Besides, it's crucial that we help each other since we are in this together.”

Winnie walked over and handed Astarion the jar.

“Well, since you are in a helping mood. We still need to find a better spot to set up camp.” The wizard said as Winnie wiped her hands off with a handkerchief.

“Hmm…I could wildshape into something with wings and scout out ahead. Surely, I should be able to get a better look around in the air than on the ground.” Winnie hummed.

“Excellent idea!” Gale chimed.

Winnie soon transformed into an owl and flew upwards and across the cave, staying low enough to avoid the stalactites. Her eyes scanned the area surrounding them before taking note of what looked like a large abandoned shack on a cliff. There also happened to be a stream running past it which dropped off into a small waterfall. It seemed suspiciously convenient, but was a pleasant surprise nonetheless. Winnie flew a bit closer, scanning the area for any signs of danger and found nothing in sight aside from what looked like humanoid bones, next to a hook horror carcass.

Well, that explains the abandoned camp, but how did that beast die?

Winnie wondered to herself. Whatever the case, this area had shelter, water and possibly supplies. It was the perfect spot to set up camp for the night. The druid quickly turned back to quickly reunite with her companions who had all been following her halfway there. She circled around them hooting a couple of times before leading them towards the abandoned campsite. Once everyone had arrived Winnie landed on the ground, returning to her human shape.

“I checked around the area. There doesn't seem to be anything dangerous aside from some human remains and a dead hook horror.”

“Oh, and that's supposed to mean this place is safe?” Astarion huffed in a skeptical tone.

“Well, whatever killed them isn't around anymore. And I can't smell anything around here that could possibly be a predator of any kind.” Winnie said before sniffing the air.

“I was unaware humans had such a keen sense of smell.” Lae’zel exclaimed.

“Normally we don't.” Gale added with a raised eyebrow at Winnie.

“I suppose I've spent so much time in wolf form it's rubbed off on my human side.” Winnie explained.

“So you're practically a puppy?” Astarion said in a teasing tone.

“Wolf.” Winnie corrected, “the point is. The area is clear. For now anyway.” The druid sighed.

“I'll survey the area again just to be sure. The rest of you should make camp.” Lae'zel said.

“Sounds good to me.” Winnie said before looking around in the abandoned shack. She went through the entrance which had a curtain as a makeshift door. Inside she set down her things as she took in the surroundings. There was a fire pit in the middle of everything, surrounded by chairs made from long logs. Winnie started a fire before making herself comfortable.

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The party later gathered around the fire in the abandoned shack after everyone had finished setting up camp. Winnie sat quietly as Astarion took a seat next to her, his red eyes looked her up and down. The group one way or another ended up sharing some stories. And somehow of all things the stories turned into tales of old lovers.

“Ah, I remember it was like yesterday when 15-year-old Wyll snuck off into the Blushing Mermaid and had his first kiss.”

“You didn't have your first kiss until you were fifteen?” Astarion piped up, “how pathet-” he suddenly stopped mid-sentence as he realized he was still sitting next to Winnie who was giving him a look. “Never mind that! My first lover was tremendously handsome! Like a dashing prince from a fairytale!” Astarion exaggerated. Winnie just rolled her eyes at the elf’s tall tale. She didn't know who his first love was, but she knew damn well he didn't either.

“I'm sure he was Astarion.” Shadowheart said in a teasing tone. “What about you Winnie? Who was your first love? Before Astarion I mean.” Winnie paused a bit. Before Astarion there wasn't really anyone. Maybe an unrequited passing fancy here and there, but nothing mutual.

“No one.” Winnie said shyly, hands nervously fiddling with her pants.

“You must have at least fancied someone before?”

“I suppose...When I first came to Baldur's Gate, there was Vesperr.” Winnie said, beginning to reminisce about her time in Baldur's Gate. “He had to be the most beautiful man I had ever met.” Winnie blushed a little, her mind thinking back to her first real crush. Vesperr was a high elf druid with long beautiful blonde hair and stunning blue eyes.

Astarion scoffed at Winnie’s fond tone.

“Most beautiful back then perhaps.” He muttered under his breath.

“He helped me with some of my druid training, taught me what he knew. He was very wise and smart.” Winnie smiled.

“So why didn't you hook up with him?” Karlach asked.

“Well…. I was a teenager for one….and he's only interested in men.” Winnie chuckled nervously, “so you can see how that wouldn't have worked.”

“Ah, well I for one am rather glad. More of you for me. ~” Astarion flirted, running his hand over Winnie’s thigh and making her shutter.

“Funny, I would have thought you'd have more suitors. You seem like quite the romantic.” Shadowheart hummed.

“I suppose I'm just not very desirable.” Winnie shrugged with a sad look. Mind going back to her younger years.

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Winnie’s time spent in the Lost Grove was peaceful, but not always pleasant. She often found herself the target of many of her peers' torment. She could remember running through the grass alongside her friend Demi, both of them in wolf form. The Grove's beautiful lush landscapes stretched as far as the eye could see. Winnie galloped further on ahead, claws kicking up dirt as she sprinted towards the village’s huts. The two were rushing to their training after goofing off and playing around in the forest all morning. Winnie was the first to arrive, returning to her human form with a smirk. “I win!” The ten year old cheered as Demi arrived a few minutes afterwards, changing back to her gnomish form.

“Of course you win, your legs are longer than mine!” Demi huffed, catching her breath.

“Not in wolf form they're not! We're practically the same size in wild-shape.” Winnie chuckled playfully as she looked down at her friend before hearing a laugh behind them.

“Ha! That's funny, because I'm pretty sure even in wolf form you're the fattest one here!” One of the other children, a male human, mocked. Two elven girls who'd been standing with him as they waited for their teacher, laughed loudly, not even trying to hold back.

“Haha..No one asked you Rowan.” Winnie growled, crossing her arms. Demi suddenly stood in front of her friend, glancing back at Winnie as if to say, ‘stay calm, he's not worth it.’

“That was mean, Rowan. You should apologize!” Demi scolded the human boy.

“Why should I!? We all know the truth! Just look at her! I don't think I've seen anyone as fat and ugly as her in the entire grove!” Rowan exclaimed.

“No one cares about your opinion Rowan. It's not like anyone wants to be your girlfriend so shut up!” Winnie snapped at him. Rowan chuckled with a mischievous shit eating grin on his face.

“It's not an opinion, it's a fact. You're so ugly that I doubt anyone will ever want to be with you without throwing up!”

Demi looked over and noticed the enraged expression on the human girl’s face. “Winnie don't!” She warned.

Winnie gritted her teeth and let out a wolf-like snarl before lunging at the rude boy, socking him right in the nose before pouncing on him and repeatedly punching him in the face. As Winnie nearly beat the snot nosed brat to death one of the elder druids rushed over.

“What's going on here!?” She demanded. The druid was an older half-elven woman.

“Winnie’s trying to kill me!” Rowan sobbed. The half-elf druid dragged Winnie off the boy. She glared at the woman like a feral animal, teeth bared.

“Get off of him you wicked unruly child!” The old half-elf hissed and suddenly smacked Winnie across the face. The sound of a slap got the attention of the Grove's Archdruid who'd just arrived to help with the apprentices’ lesson for today. The old human woman's eyes immediately landed on Winnie who had a red mark across her face.

“What in the hells do you think you're doing to my granddaughter, Myra!?” The Archdruid demanded.

“That girl of yours is a rabid beast, Winnifred! She just attacked my nephew!” Druid Myra stood in front of Rowan protectively.

“I thought I was going to die!” Rowan added.

Winnie’s Grandmother turned back to look at Winnie who was panting from the scuffle.

“Is this true, Winnie?” The Archdruid asked calmly.

“I-I…” Winnie muttered, feeling rather ashamed for her outburst. Demi quickly scurried over to the Archdruid and tugged on her robe. Winnie’s Grandmother leaned down and allowed the gnomish girl to whisper in her ear.

“Demi here says that boy of yours provoked my granddaughter. Perhaps you outta teach him some manners so he doesn't get his arse kicked.”

“You're letting her get away with this!? After she assaulted my nephew!? Unbelievable!” Myra hissed before tugging Rowan along.

“That girl's nothing but a weed amongst the flowers. Ugly and vile…” The old druid hissed.

“Yeah, yeah blow it out yer arse, ya old bitch.” The Archdruid rolled her eyes as she stood in front of Winnie and Demi.

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Years later Winnie was prowling the streets of Baldur's Gate alongside her tressym companion Madeline. Winnie had a sack full of food in one arm and she and the winged cat sprinted across the cobblestones.

“Hurry Winnie! He's coming!” Maddie called hopping up and hovering over the ground. Winnie glanced back seeing the merchant running after them.

“Come back here you thieving whore!” He shouted. The merchant had been a large human male with a thick beard. Winnie had seen him arrive on a boat a few days prior and just couldn't help herself when tempted to poke around his ship. Unfortunately, the young woman was definitely no rogue, so the merchant was able to spot her sneaking off the boat with a sack full of goodies. A wheel of cheese, some fine cuts of meat and wine! The contents were just too tempting to pass up! Not to mention there was enough in there to feed her and the rest of her crew. Arva would be proud of her for sure! She just had to make it to the sewers.

Unfortunately just as Winnie dashed for the man-hole that would be her ticket back to the undercity she bumped into a tall handsome half elf man, with jet black hair and green eyes.

“What's going on? Is someone hurt?” The man asked.

“I-I…I um.. I'm in trouble…” Winnie blurred, both confused by the collision and flustered by whom she collided with. His features were soft and nearly flawless.

“There you are, you ugly bitch!” The merchant suddenly caught up to Winnie. Maddie quickly dropped to the ground in front of the human girl and hissed, protectively.

The half elf man quickly stepped between Winnie and the merchant. “Afternoon sir, does there happen to be a problem?” He asked.

“That wench stole from me!” The merchant hissed.

“I need to feed my family!” Winnie exclaimed, stepping back behind the half-elf.

“Sir, can you not find it in your heart to give to the needy?”

“Needy!? She looks like she eats twice that much in a day!” The merchant shouted. Winnie glared at him, sticking her tongue out and blowing a raspberry.

“Here, how about I take care of the expenses? Say 50 gold pieces for your trouble.” The half elf offered, taking out a coin purse. The human man grumbled under his breath.

“I suppose…But I better not catch that bitch around my ship again or I'm getting the fist!” The merchant snatched up the money before stomping off. Winnie let out a sigh of relief as the half-elf turned towards her.

“Thank you, sir.” She responded, her pink eyes lingering over his handsome face.

“You might want to be a little more careful next time, miss. That merchant’s not likely to forget having to chase you across town.” The handsome man smiled at her warmly.

“Y-Yes! Of course! I-I'm very grateful you came to help.” Winnie sputtered, face turning pink as her heart pounded in her chest. “I-I uh…..Here…Take this!” Winnie said, taking a bottle of wine out for him. “It's the least I could d-”

“Feris! The hells have you been!?” Suddenly a woman’s voice shouted, loudly. Winnie looked to the side to see a very unhappy looking elven woman.

“Sorry my love. I was just speaking to this kind young woman!” Feris replied, his face growing nervous.

“Again!? This is the third time you've ran off with some harlot, Feris!! You cheating wretch!” The elf hissed.

“N-No my dear! It's not like that! I-I would never jeopardize our love for someone so repulsive!” Feris sputtered out frantically. Winnie’s eyes widened and her heart sank. It seemed the handsome stranger who'd come to her rescue was just like all the other shallow prick’s she's met.

“Well I suppose my repulsive ass will be taking the wine back then.” Winnie said flatly, snatching the wine back before stomping off, her tressym quickly following. Winnie proceeded to climb back into the sewers, leaving the unfaithful man alone to be berated by his wife.

The teen girl and her winged cat carefully wandered through the rank sewers before making their way into the undercity. Eventually they stopped in front of what appeared to be a seemingly normal brick wall. Winnie placed a hand over the bricks, taping them firmly to a specific rhythm before suddenly pressing down on one far to the right. The wall began to sink down, opening to a large cavern. Winnie walked inside with Maddie following. The bricks quickly closed behind them as they entered.

“Guys, I'm back!” Winnie called, walking into a large room with a bright shining ball of light floating above it, Illuminating the cavern. Under the light was a lush garden, with a small tree at the center. A tall effeminate looking high elf male was tending to the garden, long luscious blonde locks draped over his shoulder as his beautiful blue eyes glanced up at the girl.

“Winnie! Sweetie, welcome home! I hope Fi’s errand didn't give you too much trouble?” He asked, voice soft and sweet sounding.

“Ah..No Vesperr. I didn't have any trouble at all. I got the meat and wine she wanted.” Winnie looked off shyly as the high elf druid approached her. A gentle hand ruffled her hair, affectionately.

“Well, that's good. I was worried she was sending you off into danger. I don't see why that bard can't just eat the food from my garden instead of…dead animal flesh.” Vesperr grimaced.

“It's not an issue really. I'm happy to help everyone.” Winnie forced a smile.

“And that's why you're the best, sweetheart!” Vesperr said, pinching Winnie’s cheeks.

“Ah..Thanks um…Is Bekk back yet?” Winnie asked, cheeks turning a bit red, from the elf’s affection.

“Oh, my darling won't be back until later. He and the boss are taking care of some private matters. Troubles with one of the guilds I suppose.” Vesperr said, flipping his long blonde locks.

“Well…I want to talk to him when he gets back. He promised to help me practice some sword fighting.” Winnie stated as she began to walk away, eyes glancing back at the elf with a sad longing.

“I'll make sure he finds you when he arrives home, sweetie!”

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“None of my peers ever took interest in me growing up. Honestly a lot of them found me repulsive and had no problem telling me to my face. Eventually I just gave up on the prospect of romance entirely.” Winnie leaned back, taking out a bottle of wine from her pack and chugging it.

“Ah what do those assholes know! You're fucking gorgeous Winnie! I'd date you in a heartbeat!” Karlach huffed, steam coming off her body.

“Thank you Karlach.. I'm flattered but…. I just…erm…” Winnie wasn't sure how to put it.

“Winnie isn't interested in the fairer sex, Karlach. I doubt she'd like being burned alive either.” Astarion chimed in, leaning closer to Winnie.

“Oh, don't worry Fangs. I'm not about to try to steal Winnie from you.” The tiefling winked at him, noticing his arm slinking around Winnie’s waist.

“As if you could steal anything from me.” The elf rolled his eyes. Karlach just smirked at Astarion's blatant jealousy.

“She is right though. Only an idiot would find you less than enticing.” Astarion purred in Winnie's ear. His hand moved some of her messy brown locks out of her face. Winnie blushed a bit, a small smile forming on her lips.

“Such a pretty smile.” Astarion leaned closer to the druid female almost climbing on her. His face was full of lust and seduction, but for a moment Winnie could catch a glimpse of what looked like sadness. Astarion quickly resumed his alluring persona, not wanting Winnie to catch on to his intentions.

“Well, I believe it's time I retired for the evening.” Gale said standing up and exiting the shack.

“Me too. We'll need our strength for tomorrow.” Wyll said as Lae'zel silently followed him.

“Yes, rest would be good. Come along Karlach.” Shadowheart said getting up.

“Awe, but I was comfortable here.” Karlach whined.

“Come on, I'm sure Clive will be missing you.” The half elf said.

“Oh alright.” Karlach hopped up and followed after them, leaving Winnie and Astarion alone.

The pale elf smirked and climbed on Winnie’s lap kissing her neck as soon as the others left.

“You don't have to do this, you know.” Winnie said, shivering as she felt the vampire’s lips moving down her neck. “You don't have to touch me just because you feel bad for me.” Astarion stopped and grabbed her chin, making her look at him.

“This isn't about pity, my dear. It's about lust. I want you. All of you.” He pushed her down on her back, causing her to squeak as he hovered over her. “I honestly feel insulted that someone would even think of calling your lovely body repulsive.” Astarion said, cupping Winnie’s breasts gently, causing the human woman to gasp. “So soft and sweet. It's on my mind ceaselessly these days.” Astarion leaned down and licked Winnie’s neck.

“Astarion…” The brunette breathed out, feeling her vampiric companion grinding himself against her.

“Yes, my sweet?” Astarion breathed against her neck.

“Kiss me?” She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. Astarion simply smiled and pressed his lips to hers. He couldn't fathom why, but he felt the need to comfort her, to let her know how beautiful he thought she was. It was a strange urge; one he wasn't quite sure he liked. Perhaps he could use this to keep her wrapped around his finger at the very least. Winnie’s arms made their way around his neck, hands playing with his soft ivory curls.

“Ahh!” She moaned, feeling his cold hand slip into her pants and begin to stroke her wet folds. A single finger sliding inside her and making her whimper. Astarion took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, silencing her with his kiss as he continued to play with her womanhood.

That was it, he was just ensuring her loyalty. He needed her to fall for him after all. To make sure she'd never betray him. The elven vampire pulled down her pants, along with his own. He broke the kiss, looking down at her with soft eyes. He could hear his master's voice whispering in the back of his mind.

She'll hate you for this.

Astarion ignored it, forcing a smile as he looked down at his lover, his hand cupped her face as he positioned himself at her entrance.

“Look at me, darling. I want to see all the beautiful faces you make while I take you.” And with that he slowly began to push in. Winnie gasped, biting her lip as he stretched her walls. Definitely not as painful as the first time, but there was a slight sting as he pushed all the way in. Winnie gripped his shoulders, taking a moment to adjust before she pushed her hips up against him, edging him on. Astarion needed little encouragement before he began to thrust into her, beginning slowly and gently. The druid pulled him in for another kiss, licking his bottom lip as he rolled his hips with a soft groan. She peppered his mouth with sweet loving kisses as her hands returned to his hair. Their tongues wrapped around one another as the pale elf began to pump himself harder into her, making her moan into his mouth. Winnie threw her head back and cried out as she felt him hit her sweet spot.

“Oh gods…” Winnie gently tugged his hair, resulting in Astarion thrusting into her once again, hitting the same spot as he bottomed out.

“Ahhh…Ahhh..” Winnie tilted her head, exposing her neck to him, and giving him an invitation to bite. Astarion almost immediately bit down into her neck, fangs piercing her flesh as her sweet, delicious blood filled his mouth. “Fuck!” Winnie cursed, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. Astarion moaned against her neck, hips bucking against her harder and faster with each thrust.

Others might have been completely repulsed by the wolfish druid, seeing her as not worthy of even a lustful glance. But to the vampiric rogue she was absolutely delicious.

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Phew! Finally got this out. Sorry for the hold up on fanfics, burn out is rough. Thought it would be good to delve into Winnie's backstory a bit. Hope you enjoyed this one!

~Druid

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