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astarion-approves · 7 months

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Astarion & Tav taking a bath together? Something gentle and intimate but non-sexual? ♥️

Astarion x Gender Neutral Reader (Tav)

Tag: 1.6k+ words, SFW, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Confessions, Bathing/Washing, bathhouse, No Smut, Drabble, Short & Sweet

“I had no idea that there even was a bathhouse in Baldur’s Gate.” Tav mumbles as they followed behind Astarion, leaving their camp behind in search of a place for a fresh bath. They both carried their own bags, Tav carrying a change of clothes and a bar of soap. Looking at Astarion’s bag, it looked much heavier.

Astarion glanced back to Tav with a boyish grin. “There’s more than one, of course. I wouldn’t be caught dead in any of the free ones though. No, for us, we’re going to take a bath in luxury.”

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“Luxury…,” Tav said with a wince. “How much is this going to cost me?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head. It’s on me.”

“Wow, Astarion, it’s almost like a date.”

“Hah!” Astarion barked a laugh. “You wish.”

The bathhouse was huge, the outside painted a bright, flawless white with an emerald trim accenting the pillars and fencing that surrounded it. Two large gold doors signified the entrance, the level of elegance screamed ‘high class.’

Once inside, Astarion strode ahead, already reaching for his coin bag and requesting a private room for himself and Tav to share. Tav watched as the woman working the front desk counted the coin, a ridiculous total of 75 coins for a single bath.

With a room key in hand, Astarion clicked his tongue for Tav to follow, apparently not even phased by the amount of coin he willingly spent for the night. This is the same man who haggled over the cost a black dye with a child two months ago.

Tav supposed it was fine to splurge every once in a while, but they couldn’t justify this. “I could have split the cost with you,” Tav said.

Astarion fiddled with the key, inserting it into their room and twisting his wrist to open it. “Nonsense. Besides, part of the reason I brought you here is to protect me while my head's under water.”

“Right…” Tav nodded. Something that Astarion had admitted months ago.. nearly a year now. During a night of passion, their lips locked together in a heated embrace. But it didn’t feel right. The shock in Astarion’s eyes when they pulled away still pains them. Instead of moving forward and having one another… they talked. They’ve been close friends ever since, giving Astarion the freedom to be open with his fears, to admit why he attempted to seduce Tav in the first place.

Protection.

And even now, as Astarion stripped down to nothing, Tav smiled knowing that he felt safe with them.

The room wasn’t massive, but still larger than any shower room Tav had ever seen. The walls were painted into a beautiful scene, one to trick your mind into thinking you were bathing in nature, surrounded by trees and a waterfall nearby. Tav swore they even saw the leaves move as a subtle breeze rolled through them and through the room.

There was a single shower and a very very large bath. Steam filled the room, the bath already filled to the brim with hot water, which flowed over the sides and into the drains on the floor beside it.

Tav sighed happily as they undressed along with Astarion and stepped up to where the shower waited for them. The floor was hot beneath their feet. The air, although steamy, felt as refreshing as standing at the top of a mountain.

Astarion began unpacking his bag, removing item after item and placing it beside the shower.

After six different items were removed Tav just had to ask, “Wait, just how many products do you use for your hair?”

“Products?” Astarion put his hands on his hips and shook his head. “Tav, these are just shampoos, conditioners, hair masks, oil, and a hydrating leave in gloss… do you not take these steps with your hair?”

Tav runs their hand through their hair, shrugging. “No?”

“What? Gods, you’re an absolute savage. Come here.” Astarion grabbed a large bucket that was resting off on the side, turning it upside down and making a temporary chair. “Sit.”

“I can wash my own hair—“

“Sit, Tav. I won’t say it again.”

Tav knew better than to argue and, with a sigh, they plopped down onto the bucket. Soon after, Astarion was turning on the water. It was hot and relaxing, pouring down the top of their head and running down their body.

“Okay,” Tav whispered. “I understand the luxury bath now.”

“Oh, darling. We’re just getting started.”

Astarion poured shampoo into his hands, rubbing his palms together before sliding them into Tav’s hair.

“Oh—“ Tav gasped, their head falling back and into Astarion’s chest.

He chuckled, his finger’s massaging and scratching at their scalp as they worked the shampoo into their hair. “Do I dare ask how you’ve been washing your hair all this time?”

“Cold water and a bar of soap.”

“Like I said, an absolute savage. What ever would you do without me?”

“Uh… Continue bathing with cold water and a bar of soap?”

Astarion tugged on their hair, laughing. “Smart ass.”

Soon he was pushing their head back under the flow of water, rinsing out the shampoo and then continuing with the conditioner.

Tav breathed in deeply, their eyes closing as they allowed Astarion to take care of them. And Astarion held them so gently, his finger’s threading through their hair, his nails pressing against their scalp and moving to the back of their neck. Each stroke sending shivers down Tav’s body as Astarion massaged the conditioner deep into their roots.

“Feel good?”

“Mh.” Tav hummed, shifting their head and resting the side of their face into his chest.

“Ah, no falling asleep. Not yet. Rinse this out and jump in the bath.” Astarion pushed Tav forward, back into the water and let the conditioner wash out.

“What about the other stuff?” Tav asked. They looked to the pile of other products, not wanting Astarion to stop yet.

“Cute,” Astarion said with a small smile. “That comes after the bath. Now hurry up.”

Tav pouted as they stood, giving Astarion the space to sit down. “Do you want me to wash your hair—“

“Bahah! Absolutely not.” Astarion laughed and reached for his shampoo, one of many. “I have a very strict regiment.”

“Oh…”

Astarion sighed and looked back to Tav. “Maybe next time.”

“There’s going to be a next time?”

“By the Hells, Tav, just get in the damn bath.”

Turning away from Astarion, Tav did as they were told. Hissing as their toe touched the water, it was even hotter than the shower. Soon they were sinking into it completely, moving to one edge of the bath where there was a bench under the water to sit and rest. They let their head lean back on the edge, their eyes closing as they allowed themselves to relax.

They don’t know how much time passed before Astarion joined them in the water. The vampire sitting next to them and joking about how it looked like he was the one doing the protecting here. Tav simply reached for Astarion and pulled him into their arms, snuggling against him and pressing a single kiss to his shoulder.

“Sleepy, are you?” Astarion slouched in the water, allowing Tav to cuddle him however he wanted, but he still felt a little stiff. “Looking for a cuddle?”

Which they’ve never done before. Not since that night.

Tav cracked open one eye, looking up and into Astarion’s deep blood red eyes that gazed back at them. “What are we?”

Suddenly the tension in the room grew thick, Astarion saying nothing and only continuing to look back at Tav.

Then he hummed, finally ripping his gaze from Tav. “Two friends, sitting in a bathtub, and they’re not in love.”

“We’re not?”

“Well..” Astrarion cleared his throat and continued, “I can’t speak for your lovely little self but—“ He paused, lifting a single hand from the water to cup Tav’s cheek. “Maybe I am? Honestly, Tav, I have no idea.

“We’ve been friends for so long… but I know that I would die for you. I wouldn’t die for the others. I would fight for them, but I wouldn’t die for them. And I miss you when you’re not around me. When you leave camp to go to Gods knows what— washing your hair with fucking sewer water—“

“—I use water from a lake.”

“Or buying me avocados because I ask you too—“

“—What do you even use them for?”

“My hair.”

“Really? Avocados?”

“Yes, it’s very good for your hair, Tav. Can I continue?”

Tav laughed. “Sorry, yes.”

“I don’t know what love is… For so many years, sex, lust.. any sprinkling of romance all ended in disaster… What I feel with you is different. It’s so much more than anything I’ve ever experienced, and we’ve never even fucked! It’s all so strange to me.”

“You don’t have to have sex to be in love with someone, Astarion.”

“Yes, I know that now, but… for the longest time— I didn’t. I want to explore this with you.” Astarion sat up, pulling Tav along with him. “Whatever this is.” He placed his hand against Tav’s chest, breathing in deeply and closing his eyes. “I want your heart to beat like this, only for me. I want to finally know what falling in love is truly like…With you.”

Tav took Astation’s hand, gently pulling it away from their chest and bringing it to their lips, pressing a small kiss on the back of his knuckles. “I love you, exactly as you are, and I’ll never need anything else from you. We’ll take this as slow as you need to.”

Astarion smiled, lowering his head and resting his forehead against Tav’s. “Thank you..”

“Of course,” Tav replied and sank back into the hot water, taking Astarion into their arms once more. This time, Astarion let himself mold into their arms, closing his eyes, relaxing, and enjoying the protection and understanding that Tav offered.

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galebrainrot2024 · 2 months

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GalexYou Pep-Talk

Summary: Pre-relationship yearn alert! This is a BIG yearn. Thank you @orangekittyenergy for the idea! Gale goes to seek you out (gender neutral) after a long day. Mutual pining, angst, fluff. Word Ct. 1.4 k

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After the merriment and bustle of the night wore away and gave into the doldrums of sleep, Gale flicked his gaze around camp searching for you. You slipped away and although he expected you to return, the emptiness in your absence haunted him.

He sat outside of his tent, then stood, pacing with book in hand. He wasn’t worried. Not necessarily. You had been traveling for a few weeks together now and you had a certain levels of tenacity it seemed even gods and devils refused to trifle with.

It was just that he had grown accustomed to your company post-dinner and campfire camaraderie and felt a pang of remorse in your absence. The night air too quiet without the soft hum of your laughter. Sometimes, he would read aloud to you, other times you would both get lost in conversation, and sometimes would sit in utter silence. It intrigued and terrified him, that you sought out his private company despite the others being starved for your attention.

It was quite flattering and made him want to rip out the persistent thrum in his heart. He couldn’t indulge in such frivolities and would cause far less suffering to not humor the feelings at all. The orb’s ever looming threat didn’t allow Gale to succumb to whatever emotions festered in his gullet. At least, not consciously.

His mind began down the treacherous path of ‘what ifs.’ It was a game, like lance board, Gale was excellent at. As the moon greeted the stars, Gale’s anxiety intensified, his mind whirling with options. It had to have been a least an hour you’d been gone, longer than you’d take for bathing - not that he knew exactly how long that was! It was just something he happened to notice. Coincidentally.

The foreign thrum of desire stirred and the thick hair on his arms stood straight up as he wondered if you were bathing. If you allowed the water to kiss your supple skin, to know your secrets. Gale shook his head, embarrassed and felt his face redden. Keep it together. They could be dead and you’re fantasizing over their wet body? You should be ashamed of yourself.

Gale expected you to traverse through the trees any moment, prepared to feel ridiculous at his worrying. Why did he care? It’s not as if there was anything more than friendship between you two, at least from your end. He had to repeat this to himself to be convinced.

When he overheard Astarion ask Shadowheart if she’d seen you, Gale felt the whispers of envy touch his heart and decided he spent enough time wasted, musing over your whereabouts when you could be lost, or worse besides.

He couldn’t tolerate the sudden pain that gripped him with that ‘what if,’ and he walked into the brushes to find you.

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Relief roiled through him at the sight of you, despite your disheveled appearance. Gale’s breath caught in his throat and he stopped, gripped when he looked upon you in the pale moonlight. Your eyes were red and swollen, it seemed like you’d been crying. He felt his knees buckle and he cleared his throat, so not to startle you.

You whipped your head around and Gale’s lips parted when he saw crimson blossom across your cheeks as you wiped away the streaks with the back of your hand. “Oh, I um.. how long have you been standing there?”

“Not long, I assure you,” Gale’s voice was tender, quiet. He held up both of his hands at waist level, palms facing up and smiled at you. “May I join you?”

You hesitated for a moment and Gale panicked that he’d made the wrong move, said the wrong thing and of course he had already messed up any chance he might have because he was so pathetically out of practice. You’d think a man who bedded a goddess would have a bit more self confidence in his seductive prowess, but being shunned and cast out by your former omnipotent lover does a number on one’s self esteem.

When you nodded, he tumbled off the cliff and the orb revolted as it mingled with the rush of adrenaline and rapture he felt from the simple gesture. One nod. To Gale, it was everything. He felt welcomed into your world, elated you’d allow him to offer support. You didn’t have to, and yet you did.

Gale joined you on the boulder that was nestled in the thicket, the soft buzz of nighttime harmonizing with his unsteady breath. “Hm… I know that look,” Gale said, gazing at how your lips curved. “And a clear mind does not eviscerate flowers quite like this.” He fingered a petal and gestured at the flowers and stems, all petals plucked intentionally from their root. “A nervous habit, no doubt.”

You sighed and his heart swelled, “I just don’t know what I’m doing. Every lead ends up in either more unanswered questions or unhelpful ends.” You groan and grip your chest, your breath coming in unevenly. “I’m exhausted,” as your head fell into your hands Gale, without thinking, rested a hand on your upper back and stroked your hair behind your shoulder.

“Ah, heavy is the head that wears the crown.” Gale felt warmth pulse through him as you laughed, whether genuinely or out of pity he wasn’t to know. He wasn’t sure he cared. “For the record, you have pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes most skillfully. You’ve shown remarkable courage and determination and, I’m confident the others would agree, many of us would not be so fortunate to still be alive if not for you. You must know that.” He rubbed his fingers in small circles along your upper back. When he became conscious of what he was doing he pulled back, ashamed and nervous by the electricity that seemed to flow between his skin and yours although barred by cloth. You whined a little and Gale cocked his brows, “What?”

You turned and as your gaze locked with Gale he drowned. Oh. He was jolted by the flash of profound need and emotion that coiled through him. Every part of him felt aflame and he worried that it was his end, that the orb was at last collapsing in on itself. Yet, as he remained next to you in the thickening silence, he realized it wasn’t the orb at all. When you spoke, Gale thought surely this was the moment he was becoming a mindflayer, a wicked dream to lull one as they succumbed to the parasite. “I.. .can you do that again?”

“Gladly.” Gale shyly returned his fingers to your back and as you leaned into his touch, Gale knew it was not longer a matter of if, but when. As you leaned farther, you almost rested in his shoulder and his throat closed. He swallowed hard and tried to steady his body and mind, every cell quaking with anticipation and overstimulation.

He inhaled. Temptation. You smelled like rain or fresh cut grass. You smelled like home. It was when you leaned into him, he was certain he forgot how to formulate a thought. Your head nestled against his neck and your side pressed into his. He wondered if the quaking was from your body or his. He dared not move, frozen as if Tara had fallen asleep on his lap.

The pain that coursed from Gale’s chest through his veins was almost enough to send Gale back to camp. The undue excitement made the orb restless. Agitated. He was both grateful and nostalgic when you pulled away and sat up. “Thank you, for that. Let’s get back to camp. I don’t want the others to worry.” You smiled at Gale and it seared into the crevices of his mind, a look he would capture a thousand more times and it would never sate him. You gave his hand a squeeze and then stood, offering your hand to Gale’s with a cheeky grin. “Here, I’d hate for you too put too much strain on those creaky knees of yours.”

Gale’s hearty laugh took him by surprise and he took your hand and stood with a grunt. “A wizard is useless without his knees, shame on you for poking fun at their fragility.” Gale chased the feeling of you, of this closeness and realized that, even before his isolation he had never met a person quite like you. Gale would have stood there in stunned desire forever had you not taken his hand to guide him forward, the movement breaking the trance and he pulled his sweaty palm from yours, embarrassed. He wiped them on his shirt and followed you back, his heart and head swimming with the idea of kissing you.

#gale dekarios #bg3 #bg3 gale #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #gale #gale of waterdeep #bg3 brainrot #gale x you #gale x reader #gale fluff #gale angst #gale yearning #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanficiton #gale fanfiction #bg3 gale fanfiction #bg3 gale fanfic

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simp-ly-writes · 4 months

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Isn't it Obvious?

Ask: Astarion having a crush on an oblivious reader headcanons.

Pairing: Astarion Ancunin x Tav!Reader

Warnings: mentions of jealousy.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, exams are finally done AHHHH!! (now I just have to go to work lol). It's so relieving though- having so much more free time, especially to write- anyways! hope you all enjoy! :) (I am still figuring out how to write headcanons...)

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↳ After the first, rather violent, meeting you both had at the start of your adventures. You chalked the parties vampire spawn's forwardness to him trying to be more friendly to you

↳ You were also quite the flirt of the group yourself- the sarcasm and playfulness of it was a driving factor to your sense of humor towards the camp

↳ Needless to say that if the opportunity arose to spark a comment- you were doing your best lighten the mood and your friends spirits when the world appears to be coming to an end as the team leader

↳ Astarion of course is jealous over the fact that no matter what, you flirted with everyone no matter how dire the situation, place or time. That was supposed to be his thing- or rather his thing with you...

↳ Whatever was this thing with you? Astarion always questions himself- why do you respond and make him blush so heavily against his pale skin, make him shuffle his ruffled collar, yet you never take that confidence of yours to take the next step- did you even want to take the next step- did you even know?

↳ These questions annoyed the vampires spawn so much so that he started to become quite the storm-cloud of the group. Scowl on his face and a bit more violent in battle than usual- almost as if to capture your attention

↳ Oh course he still flirted with you, claiming that the blush on your cheeks was merely a form of revenge to the strings played across his heart- or so he thought...

↳ You were overjoyed that Astarion was always willing to make a rebuttal against your words- it was nice to have someone lightening your day instead of always being the one to do it for everyone else. But that is just what you thought- he was just repaying the favour from the group, so you kept ignoring the growing feelings you had for the pale elf

↳ Eventually, Astarion has had enough of this toying over the line and becomes quite blunt with his flirtations- he uses pet-names in replace of your actual name almost everytime, sits beside you during communal dinners and fights back to back with you. He openly talks about all the night pleasures that could be offered- trying his best to find out what will make you finally understand

↳ Yet you just smile widely, make a joke comment in response before trying someone else from the group into conversation as the elf sighs out dramatically and storms away

↳ You were beginning to grow confused and increasingly worried about Astarions apparent annoyance towards you. The jokes that bonded the two of you throughout your travels were becoming lesser as were the parties willingness to hear your jokes towards them as well- you were despreate to find answers now

↳ Everyone in the camp was sick of your antics, they ended up refusing to respond to your flirtatious comments after receiving the ever-growing glares and side comments from the vampire spawn- they were tired of your cat-and-mouse game

↳ So one night Shadowheart and Wyll have pulled you into a tent and said that you were going on a date (much to your confusion) as they hurriedly prepared you and practically threw you back out

↳ You notice Astarion staring at you in what appeared to be shock as you ask who your date was and made a flirtatious (joking) comment that if that date was him

↳ The shocked face that you pull in return when he laughs loudly into the night sky only to look back and replay with a dramatic yes, yet you feel overwhelmingly relieved as does Astarion when you accept to go out together

↳ "I hope you know, my love..." Astarion trails off as you both are walking back from your date, smiles across both of your faces in the moonlight

↳ "I know- or well now I do" you finish his sentence as he laughs at your reply and you can't help but laugh at your past self as well

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lemonsprite · 5 months

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Gale x gn!reader Drabble

As promised here’s the minific about tripsitter Gale ^w^

It’d been a rough day full of fighting gnolls and you’d finally returned to camp, the sun setting in the distance.

You were covered in dirt and blood, your clothes sticking uncomfortably to your skin, slick with sweat from earlier escapades and your legs practically gave a sigh of relief when you finally sat down by the fire.

Yet you could not lay still.

Your legs ached, your body screamed for rest but the adrenaline had yet to wear off and you heart refused to slow. You felt weirdly itchy and no matter how much you shifted and adjusted your position you could not get comfortable.

“Struggling to relax?” Came Shadowheart’s voice from across the campfire. She sat cross legged, hands placed plainly on her knees in an obvious sign that she’d just been in prayer.

“That archdruid gave me something that I think can help.”

You look at her skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

Shadow heart produced from her pocket a small round gummy like candy before reaching out her hand, offering the tiny treat.

“Sugar Shadowheart?” You asked with a teasing scoff. “I doubt that’d help my situation.”

“It has plants in it.” She almost whispered, leaning in close. “Ones that help you relax, I like to take them before bed.”

You glanced over at Halsin briefly, who was in some kind of engaging conversation with Gale, before accepting Shadowhearts offer and grabbing the gummy from her hands.

Popping it in your mouth, you chewed it hesitantly, finding the taste wasn’t that unpleasant.

“So… when is it supposed to…?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at shadow heart.

“Give it a second.” She said, a small smile pulling at her lips. “I’ve got to go, I promised Karlach to help braid her hair.”

And before you could even protest, shadowheart was gone.

“Are you okay…?” Asked Gale, peering into your eyes that stared back at him. It reminded him uncannily of an owl.

“Do I need to get you a cleric…?” He asked once more, worry evident in his voice as he looked at his reflection in your blown wide pupils.

You let out a loose sigh, sinking into the throw pillow on the ground near Gales tent.

Part of you found it funny, the way Gale was so worried about your well-being but the other half was very confused by the delusions he kept feeding into.

“You’re saying I grew three arms and have seven noses… do you still think I’m handsome?” Gale asked, looking at you, his eyes round and watery.

He reminded you of your childhood pet cat when he’d accidentally fall Into the nearby lake, pitiful and sopping wet.

“You’re very handsome Gale…” you mumbled quietly with a small grin, your body taking a second to register the hand you placed on his thigh.

“Mmm little kitty.” You hum, wrapping him in your arms and pulling him close so he had no chance of escape. “So soggy, so feeble, little meow meow.”

Gale stared at you wide eyed and very confused.

“Meow?” He asked, and you nodded your head, nuzzling him impossible closer.

“Meow.”

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cosmic--static · 3 months

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putting Astarion and Istyrr (my dark urge character) in situations. just happens to be a good situation this time

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion bg3 #the dark urge #astarion/durge #bg3 durge #astarion x durge #they commit crimes and end up drenched in blood most of the time #but they also should have soft mornings #but also ive drawn istyrr having killed astarion at least 3 different times so far #my love language is killing characters i like in fanart and fanficiton #cosmo creates

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denimaww · 19 days

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New fanfiction chapter!

Chapter 2 of Desire flowers wherever it finds purchase is on AO3 now!

Chapter summary: The companionship celebrates defeating the hag of the swamp, but Astarion is in no mood to join them. Neither is Halsin it would seem, who leaves for the woods with a bottle, and doesn't return even late at night. Astarion goes to look for him in the middle of the night in the pouring rain.

Draft:

“Little elf, did you come looking for me?” He asks and his eyes are soft and wondering. Astarion doesn’t want to be honest.

“Put some clothes on for Gods’ sake.” He says instead and gathers up some of the drenched items that dropped to the ground when he fell. He holds them out to Halsin who suddenly realizes himself that he is, in fact, naked. The druid takes his clothes and has the courtesy to blush, at least, but Astarion doesn’t think that it's so much for the fact that he is naked rather than for the fact that he got so drunk that he undressed and turned into a bear and seemingly fell asleep in the woods. In the pouring rain. Astarion bites back a mean gibe. He has to keep a shiver from rattling his teeth as a water droplet runs down his back. He folds his arms around himself as Halsin gets into his wet trousers, one muddy bare foot at a time.

“I think I had a bit too much to drink.” Halsin admits.

#halsin #halsin silverbough #astarion #astarion ancunin #fanficiton #halstarion #halsin x astarion #astarion x halsin #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanfic #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 halsin #bg3 halsin/astarion #archdruid halsin #drunk halsin

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jellymellydraws · 3 months

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Make my day in 3 easy steps

Read I've Got You on AO3

Leave a comment, no matter how long/short/sensical

Repeat steps 1 & 2

#fanficiton #ao3 #I've got you #fanfic writer #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion romance #astarion #astarion x dark urge #dark urge

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thavron · 6 months

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A little treat for you all. Pregame silliness really.

Astarion finds small ways to rebel against Cazador with a little help from an unexpected friend. That was when he noticed it. The faint scent of fresh blood. His eyes snapped open and his stomach growled in response. He had not eaten in days. Tonight he would lure a beautiful young thing home to Cazador, and he would be rewarded with a putrid rat. He would devour its rotting blood in desperate gulps, even as his body revolted in disgust, and in that moment he would be grateful for it. The thought of it sickened him. Marking as incomplete purely because I may add additional one shots, but this chapter stands alone.

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #fanficiton #my writing

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bigslorps · 5 months

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Once Upon a Fallen Star Chapter 3 - Baldur’s Gate III (AO3 Link)

Halsin x Astarion / Explicit / Canon Divergence - Alternate start. Chapter 1 (Ao3/Tumblr) Chapter 2 (Ao3/Tumblr), Chapter 3 (here)

#Bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #Astarion #Halstarion #Halsin x Astarion #Fanfic #Podfic #fanficiton #SoundCloud

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dreamfoiled · 8 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gale/Tav (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate)/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Gale (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Tiefling, Gale Storyline, Mystra mention, Gale has yet to come to a decision about Mystra's request

#baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 tav #Gale/Tav #My writing #Fanficiton

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astarion-approves · 8 months

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drabble req? :) would love to see some astarion working on comforting or patching up tav/reader — there’s a lot of hurt/comfort in the other direction out there but soft!astarion is so cute :’) love your work btw! <3

Astarion x GN! Reader drabble (695 words)

SFW, Astarion POV, third person POV, Fluff, shitty pep talks (which I am also not great at,) no patching up but it's kinda cute anyway. A touch of jealous Gale

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“Astarion,” Gale began, the human always tiptoeing around him since the beginning. “Could you…” He shook his head, the man looking unsure with his next words. “Could you check in on Tav?”

Astarion sighed and closed his book, his eyes flicking to the fireplace where Tav sat alone and poked at the fire. “And just why would I do that?”

“Look,” Gale clenched his teeth together, looking over his shoulder to where Tav sat before looking to Astarion once more. “They obviously have feeling for you—“

“Hah! Well that's no surprise. After all, no one can deny my charms—“

“And you obviously have feelings for them.” Gale’s tone was firm, his eyes harsh as he glared back at the vampire, a tint of jealousy swimming beneath it.

Astarion tossed his book into his tent, his arms coming to cross over his chest as he glared right back at Gale. “And so what if I do?!” Now he swung his hands in front of himself, gesturing past Gale and to where Tav still sat. “What the hell do you expect me to do!? Go over there and tell them everything is going to be okay?! That all of the evil in the world will never get to them because I’ll protect them from it?! That these fucking tadpoles in our brains mean no harm and that we’ll all live happily ever after?!”

“Yes,” Gale replied. “That is exactly what I expect you to do.”

Astarion dropped his arms to his sides, pouting at Gale’s answer. He sighed. “Fine!”

Shoving past Gale he made his way to Tav, rubbing his now injured shoulder. He may have overreacted just a tiny bit, but the way Gale stumbled from his shoulder check was worth it.

“Hello, Tav,” Astarion sat down beside them without an invitation.

“Hey.” They gave Astarion a small smile but turned their attention back to the fire.

“I think it’s best if we’re just honest with one another here,” Astarion said with a shrug. “Being friends and all.”

Tav only hummed in reply.

For a moment Astarion let his facade drop. Usually Tav would be eager to chat with him, truly, about anything and everything. To see them pay more attention to the fire than his gorgeous self— something really was wrong.

“What’s wrong, Tav? Tadpole hosting a private party in your skull?”

Tav snorted, another smile gracing Astarion and giving his heart a little flutter knowing that he managed to earn a real smile from them. “Everything?” Tav answered. “Just… everything.”

“Well-“

“And you don’t have to tell me that we’ll live happily ever after.”

“Look at you! Eavesdropping on a private conversation? I’m so proud.”

They didn’t reply this time, just focusing on the flames as they danced in front of them, burning down the pile of wood and sparking as Tav added another log.

“No, things won’t end happily ever after,” Astarion broke the silence as he spoke, his voice soft. “I think that much was obvious the moment we were abducted by fucking mind flayers.”

“Some pep talk—“

“Give me a moment, I’m not accustomed to cheering a person up!”

Tav laughed, but gestured for Astation to continue. “Okay, sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” Astarion bumped their arm into Tav’s. “Now, where was I—“

“Happily ever after, or lack thereof.”

“Right, our eventual demise.”

“Astarion—“

“Look, I’m not good at this, clearly. We’re all bound to die some day, but it’s how we spend our days before the end that matters. You can’t give into these feelings of darkness that haunt you, the urge to give up when things get tough. I’m here for you, everyone in this strange camp of weirdos is here for you— and if you’re hurting all you have to do is say something and we’ll do what we can. Shitty pep talks included.”

Tav nodded and tossed their stick into the fire, no longer playing with the flames that beckoned them. “I’m hurting.”

“I know, darling,” Astarion said and put his arm over their shoulder, pulling them closer. “I can’t change the world, all I can do is be here for you… and I hope it’s enough.”

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Oh boy this one is a little salacious and indulgent. Anyway, we're back!

Summary: Inspired by the image below, gender neutral and unnamed Tav and Gale get a moment alone without their companions. Sexually explicit, denial, mutual masturbation, restraint, voyeurism, oral sex

Read on Ao3 | Master List | NSFW18+

Gale strides to the throne, running his fingers over the spines of the books, admiring the unique craftsmanship. “A bit self serving, if you ask me. Anyone who’s well read wouldn’t require such a gaudy display for their supposed knowledge.” You can’t help to roll your eyes in response and he gives a cheek grin. “Am I wrong?”

The rest of your companions returned to camp while you and Gale scourged the wizards tower, looting what you were able and taking the moment to yourselves. It wasn’t often you had time privately and away from the others. Now, here you were - isolated and contained together.

You watch as the sunlight whispers through the large paneled windows, kissing Gale’s skin and feel yourself spark to life, the tendrils of need licking up your spine. Your cheeks flush, tempted as you watch his fingers continue to run over the books, admiring their skill… you swallow hard.

As he drapes himself into the chair and leans back cooly, you feel gripped with the desire to please him, to get down on your knees in front of him and bring him to the zenith of pleasure. To worship him. He reads the lust on your face and slouches a bit cockily, raising a brow and flicks his wrist to conjures a mage hand in a flash of purple hue. He studies the hand for a moment before tossing a wicked grin your way, his pupils blown wide. When Gale speaks, his voice is low - “Are you alright, my love? Your cheeks are looking rather… flushed.” Gale rests an elbow on the arm of the chair and looks at you as if you were his prey, leaning back in the chair languidly and brushes his bottom lip with his thumb. His legs spread as if in invitation, the familiar mischievous glint evident in his gaze. You feel the tingle of your shared arousal course through your veins and your breath hitches. “It’s not often we find ourselves with such privacy. Might I suggest we take advantage of this gift of serendipitity?”

“What did you have in mind?” You breathe, though your body already seems to know the answer. The voracious urge consumes you, the need to entwine your limbs, the carnal ache for the delirium of bliss by his hands.

“Ah,” he chuckles darkly, raising a brow and leans forward. “Quite a few things, and none of them require this…” he gestures to your body, “extensive armor.” He clicks his tongue and the mage hand extends towards you, brushing through your hair. The movement sends a shudder down your spine. Your lips part as the fingers brush the hollow of your neck and skims your hems, begging to unlace and unbutton the fabric that stands between your naked form and Gale.

The erogenous heat fills your center and he watches you come undone, feeding off your desperation as the mage hand deliberately undresses you. The fingers work unhurried, the throbbing between your thighs growing with every light caress and brush. You shudder and try to shoo the hand away when it then grips your wrists together, Gale’s darker appetites seeping through. You gasp, surprised by the firm, sudden moment. He clicks his tongue again, “it’s unlike you to be uncooperative, my love…” the hand tightens around your wrist and he conjures another to begin to undo the rest. You feel your knees buckle and your lips part, wanting.

Whenever Gale was in this mood, you couldn’t resist pushing back against his hubris and the fixation with making you squirm. To deny you pleasure and inch you closer to the edge without quite giving into you. It is a game, and you will not be the first to yield. You feel your heart thrum wildly, this the first time you’ve been alone since the night in the astral plane. Your eyes drink Gale in, the way his robes cling to his form, highlighting the half formed arousal beneath the robes. It makes your mouth water, wanting to taste every inch of him. You again try to work against the hand and are met with resistance. Another manifests in front of you, tracing idle patterns between your thighs before it continues disrobing you. The air is cold against your bare skin as your armor falls away, leaving you standing stark in only your undergarments.

Gale rests back, his head tilted against the chair and you see him stir to life, his eyes frenzied with insatiable need. Gale licks his lips and a smirk dances at the corners of his mouth as he manipulates the hand with deft twists, and you stand dumbfounded - goosebumps rise across your body from the cold and your nipples stand alert. The hand brushes up your torso and up your chest, barely tracing your neck. You shudder and Gale leans forward hungrily. “Is something the matter?” His voice is thick with lust and he bites the tip of his finger as he uses the mage hand to caress your body. You feel the fire bloom within and your core pools with frenzied longing, squirming as the hand finds its way between your thighs. You hear yourself whimper and a plea falls from your lips. Gale leans forward more, his legs spread wide as he rests on his knees.

Your eyes lock on one another, profound craving and an almost punishing thrill of what was to come charging the air between you. Your underwear betray your sweet arousal and the hand barely brushes over your clothed sex. You inhale through your teeth, “Gale please…”

Gale leans back again, one of his hands snaking between his thighs to hold the evident bulge under his robes. “Please what?” He asks, his eyes flicking to the arousal between your thighs and you hear him groan. The wait is exquisite. “Use your words, darling.”

You try and as you do, the mage had around your wrists tightens and begins to push you forward and you oblige. Gale’s legs seem to spread wider as you approach and he leans back, beckoning you. As you approach, your body undulates with torturous need, the arousal between your thighs severe. He flashes his brows and flicks his gaze to the floor before him. You fall to your knees, and he leans forward, taking your chin in his hands and brings his lips to yours. The kiss is lecherous, his tongue forcibly parting your lips to roll over yours. You whimper and moan, squeezing your thighs together and another hand materializes. The hands spread your legs and work one thigh each, your hands still restrained by the first.

When Gale pulls out of the kiss you are both breathing deliriously, his black pupils revealing his craving for more. He stands in front of you and disrobes, the thick bulge in his briefs begging to be freed. Your body responds, lips parted and mouth watering. You lean forward and lick across where his briefs meet his lower torso. His hand holds the back of your head as you do this and a guttural moan escapes him.

Your carnivorous excitement takes over and you grip his briefs with your teeth, pulling them down his body. He laughs darkly, “Very good…” he purrs and you look up at him, eyes wide and eager. Gale sits back in the chair and you are entranced - he releases your wrists and the hands caress your lower body. With your hands freed they find their way to Gale’s thighs and you grip them tightly as your lips graze along in tandem. You can sense the hands massaging your butt, the source of your arousal as if to encourage you to please him.

His pulsating erection demands to be sated and you eye him, your tongue flicking higher and closer to the source of his pleasure. You hear him moan, his hand still lithely guiding your head between his thighs. The saliva in your mouth pools yet before you are able to take him, he pushes your head away. You whimper and feel the hands beginning to massage and pleasure you, your eyes flutter and you hear Gale sigh as he watches you.

Gale’s hand guides you forward now, succumbing to you and you meet him eagerly, your grip firm on the arms of the throne. Your lips wrap around the tip of his erection and saliva pools downward onto his shaft. He grunts and you roll your tongue over the sensitive tip and he squirms as you take him deeper into your mouth. Gale rewards you with a groan and thrust, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat deliciously. You suck as if famished, your voracious thirst for him fueling the skill of your mouth and tongue. The grip on the back of your head tightens and he begins to push harder into your mouth and you feel the hands between your thighs increase their tempo and firmness. You moan against his cock and the vibration makes him twitch, his body slick with sweat as you take him and indulge. You lick across his shaft and fondle the bridge between his ass and penis which causes him to writhe beautifully. You smirk and use your hand to grip the base of him, bringing your lips to meet your hand as you work him.

Gale comes undone, the grip in your hair sending you reeling and the hands torment you, bringing you closer and closer to bliss. Each time you feel yourself close to release, the hands pull back and you cry out desperately, your mouth full of Gale as he retreats. You suck harder, frantic, seeking the full flavor of Gale’s arousal. He is salty, warm in your wet mouth and his movements begin to grow more urgent, volatile. Your jaw aches and tears form at the corners of your eyes and your saliva covers his throbbing erection as he bucks into your mouth. You relax your throat, allowing him to plunge deeper into you and he moans louder, the sound anguishing music as he continues his retreat from your pleasure.

You pull back and you feel Gale’s hand resist and he groans, almost in frustration. He tries to press you back to him and you resist, you grip him tightly with your hand and you gaze up at him as you lick across his shaft. His lips fall open and his head tilts back. Suddenly, you feel a hand manipulate you aggressively, so close to allowing you release that you fold your entire mouth over Gale and he cries out in animalistic pleasure, plunging into your mouth as the hands work you. “Oh fuck…” he grips the back of your head almost too hard, his cock slipping deep into your throat and you moan as the warm, sticky cascade of his climax shoots into your mouth and you suck violently, tasting every part of his pleasure as he allows the hands to bring you to your own rapture while you taste the fruit of your labor.

He collapses into the chair and you onto his lap, resting your head on his thigh - both of your breathing is ragged and shallow, the calm settling between as your breath comes back to you. He brushes his fingers through your hair and across your cheeks and you look up at him. He is flushed and grins, almost sheepishly as you say: “You are full of surprises,” you murmur and kiss thigh before pulling yourself up to kiss him.

It is slow, tender, and you see him thrum to life again. You raise a brow and he shrugs before murmuring, “Well… we have time for a bit more, wouldn’t you agree?”

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Crescendo - Strings of Fate Ch. 3

AO3 || Table of Contents

WC: 1.9k

CHAPTER SUMMARY: (Spongebob French Narrator voice) "two-thousand two hundred and sixty words lay-taihr", Gale is finally brought into the fold! Leandra tries to flee the Quaffing Quaggoth.

TW: religious trauma || disordered eating/food guilt || body image issues

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Chapter 3 - Crescendo

Most people know of “fight or flight”.

What many don’t realise until it’s too late is that there is a third class within this concept.

Fight, flight, or freeze.

Much to her chagrin, Leandra is one of the unfortunate “many” who fall into the “freeze” camp when faced with a dangerous situation.

A fact she didn’t know about herself until just now. Hurrah for learning.

With the closed quarters and poor lighting, Leandra can’t make out any details of the person holding onto her biceps. They weren’t letting go, but they weren’t dragging her away, either.

Though her body is unwilling to move, her mind and her mouth finally spring into action.

“Morgana sent you, didn’t she? Whatever she told you, it isn’t true.” Leandra tries to keep her voice measured and steady, but her pulse is racing as sweat trickles down the back of her neck.

The grip on her biceps lessens, but the figure remains. “I’m afraid I don’t know of this ‘Morgana’... or, of any Morgana for that matter. Though, perhaps I should be grateful I’ve never made their acquaintance if your tone of voice is any indication of the kind of person they are.”

Leandra didn’t recognize this voice, nor the silhouette of whoever this was. It was as if a coy smirk could speak. Lower timbre, warm tone, friendly lilt. Could a voice sound handsome?

Eyes adjusting to the low light, she gets a better look at the figure in front of her. Though Leandra is tall for a woman at 5’ 10”, this mystery man looked to be about 6’ 3”. Broad shoulders, chiselled jaw blanketed by well-trimmed stubble, longer curly hair tied half-back, and tailored robes with tasteful embroidery.

Whoever they are, there’s no way anyone this well-off would be associated with Morgana or her lackeys “Martyrs in Faith”. Leandra relaxes a bit, but is still on edge.

“I beg pardon, sær; I mistook you for another in this godsawful lighting. If you’re wanting to hire me for an event or other some-such booking, the owner has my information.” Leandra starts to walk away, peeking past the meagre curtains which separate the “backstage” from the rest of the tavern. He follows behind her, eyebrows cocked in curiosity at Leandra’s tense mannerisms.

“Miss, I do apologise if I startled you. I hadn’t realised it was such closed quarters back here; nor that you were so close to leaving—”

Only half-listening, Leandra’s eyes widen and a shiver runs down her spine as she peeks around the corner into the tavern. She notices a shorter, apple-shaped woman with mousy brown hair cut in a uniform, short length around her narrow face and beady eyes. She wears nondescript grey robes, with a humble pouch tied around her waist. The woman’s thin lips are pursed into an even thinner line as she scrutinises Baklin behind the bar.

“I-I’m sorry, sær, but I’m afraid I really must take my leave—something’s come up.” The man follows her eye line, noticing the very out-of-place woman speaking with the owner… as well as how Leandra’s posture tenses up even more at the sight of the woman. He gently but firmly places a hand on Leandra’s shoulder as she tries to slip past the curtains.

“Wait—if you need to leave undetected, follow me.” Leandra isn’t one to trust strangers off the bat. But, between the woman at the bar and this guy, she feels her odds are better with him.

Leandra gives a quick nod, which he reciprocates. He turns on his heels, quickly but quietly sliding along the “backstage” wall until he reaches a stack of mead barrels. Leandra follows closely behind, looking over her shoulder occasionally to make sure no one is behind them.

The man runs his hand down one of the staves of the middle barrel, revealing a hidden button. Upon pressing it, a soft unlatching sound can be heard; revealing the back alley. The man steps out, holding the secret door open for Leandra before closing it swiftly but carefully behind them.

Once out in the alleyway, relief washes over her. But, that relief is short-lived as she tries to think of where she can go. Leandra’s eyes dart back and forth, half checking to make sure she isn’t followed and half searching for the best way forward. “If they found me at the Quaggoth, they almost certainly know I’m staying at the Bard Inn…way to choose the most obvious inn possible, Leandra. You dumbass,” she thinks to herself in frustration.

The man who helped her slip out of the Quaggoth waves a hand in front of her, snapping Leandra back to reality.

“Lost in thought?” He uses a more lighthearted tone than Leandra finds appropriate.

“Something like that.”

The sun has set, but soft mage lights on the street give her a better view of the mystery man. He’s even more handsome than his voice led her to believe. He has streaks of grey peppered throughout his dark brown hair, a striking aquiline nose, and charming lines at the corners of his mouth and eyes. She gives him a tight, nervous smile as she holds her travel case and knapsack close to her person.

“You did me a real solid helping me slip out of there. I hope I can buy you a pint sometime to properly thank you for your kindness.” Leandra gives a polite nod as she starts down the alley.

“Do you have somewhere to wait out… whoever it is that you’re avoiding?”

Leandra pauses, then turns back to face him.

“No. Unfortunately, I don’t.”

The man walks up to Leandra, looking over their shoulders occasionally to make sure no one is walking toward them.

“If you’re willing to extend your trust just a mite further, I know somewhere close that they’d never be able to get to. I know I’m just some middle-aged stranger, but I assure you I mean nothing untoward. You just seem… in need of some help, in need of a friend.”

Leandra scans his eyes and body language thoroughly. Reading people is a skill she picked up early, and one of the most vital in her arsenal when it comes to surviving on the road as a lone, young bard. She just needs to get away from here, then figure out her next steps.

“I’ll follow your lead.” The man nods, then walks ahead of Leandra down the alley. He takes her hand in his to ensure she follows closely. The feeling of his soft skin and strong, sculpted hand around her pale, slender digits makes her heart skip a beat. Leandra brushes the feeling off as her nervousness from the situation, and focuses on following him out of the alley.

He looks both ways, then snakes them through various side-alleys, nooks, and crannies until they are near the harbour. To the east, a colossal statue of some sort of knight stands watch over the southern part of the city. Leandra’s ears perk up at the sound of a nearby group: a gaggle of tipsy students sing-shouting a drinking song with no sense of key or tempo. They walk with various slanted postures that make one wonder how any of them are remaining upright.

“Well, here we are.” The man’s voice snaps Leandra out of her distracted people watching to realise they’re now in some sort of garden. There is a groundskeeper’s quarters, some strange flora in a greenhouse, and a striking tower—all contained within stately stone walls.

“Gods above. I don’t know where we are, but it’s far too nice for the likes of me.” The grandeur of this place cracks Leandra’s usual defence mechanisms of false confidence and humour; allowing a sliver of the anxious, distrusting young woman she’s had to become show through. The kind stranger chuckles lightly to himself as he gazes at Leandra.

“You are more than welcome here. Please, make yourself comfortable.” The kind stranger smiles warmly as he gestures toward a nearby seating area with a flourish of his right hand. Leandra smiles politely, but slowly makes her way over to stand near the seating area as she takes in her new surroundings. Noticing her uncomfortable body language, the man goes to the settee across from her to respect her personal space. He clears his throat to break the silence.

“Judging by how long your set went, I doubt you’ve had any time for dinner.” The man gives her a sincere smile, hoping to help her feel more at ease.

Leandra lets out a breathy chuckle. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve been following me. Or, you’re uncannily observant… which I’d argue is worse.”

The man gives a ‘guilty’ shrug and wince in jest. “Tonight was the first time I was fortunate enough to see a performance of yours, so I’m afraid it’s the latter.”

Leandra perches herself on the armrest of the settee to her left, placing her violin case and knapsack on the ground. “So, uncannily observant it is.”

The man chuckles as he gazes up into Leandra’s big, amber eyes. “My attention to detail has been described many ways. Uncanny, unrelenting, unfortunate, and many other adjectives which I won’t dare repeat in front of polite company.”

Leandra’s heart flutters as he smiles coyly at her. She averts her gaze down to her boots as she wraps her arms around her midsection, shivering slightly from a slight breeze coming off the coast. Before she can get in another quip, her stomach makes an ungodly murmur from her neglected hunger. Leandra blushes and clears her throat as a futile effort to cover the sound.

The man smiles politely at Leandra as he rises from his seat. “It’s settled then. I hope pork tenderloin and fingerling potatoes will do?”

“No need to go to such trouble, sær. You’ve already done so much.” Leandra’s protest is met with polite “tuts” from the man as he moves to stand between her and the entrance to his tower.

“Please, I insist. From my recent culinary endeavours, I have more leftovers than I know what to do with. Besides, my mother would disown me if I were to let a guest go hungry,” he says with a cheeky smile and glint in his eye. The man thinks for a moment, then moves to stand closer to Leandra while still remaining a respectful distance away.

“And if it’s allergies or dietary restrictions you’re concerned about, I can most certainly take those into account! I assure you, it’s no trouble at all,” he says with a kind smile.

He is so eager to please, to help. Leandra doesn’t know how to respond. She’s never met someone so genuinely altruistic as this gentleman…whose name she still does not know.

Leandra turns to face him more directly, still perched on the settee. “No allergies or special diets here. But, I can’t accept a meal from you in good conscience—I don’t even know your name.”

The man’s kind expression soon dissolves into one of quiet embarrassment. “Gods above, please forgive me. All this talk of trying to be a ‘good host’ and I forget my most basic manners. My name is Gale,” he says with an apologetic smile as he extends his hand to Leandra.

“Leandra,” she says as she shakes his hand. Her heart flutters again from the brief contact. The soft skin punctuated by a few subtle calluses, the defined veins and musculature, the feeling of her hand being delicately enveloped by his. It makes her core and cheeks flush in a way she’s never felt before. She withdraws her hand from Gale’s, hoping the rosiness of her face is hidden by the low light of the garden.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you properly, Leandra. I’ll be but a moment—please, make yourself comfortable in the meantime.” Gale pats the back of the settee Leandra’s perched upon before walking toward the tower. She watches as he becomes a distant silhouette; a faint sense of calm washing over her for the first time since she fled home as she breathes in the clear night air.

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s/o to these other wonderful Gale/Tav works on AO3 which inspired me to try writing my own fanfic for the first time! Definitely check them out if you haven’t already :)

first light by absoluteTomfoolery

Carrying Your Love With Me (and so much more) by MercyInReach

what should I do but tend by PouroverPaloma

Dekarioses of Waterdeep by Scotsomighty

also, s/o to these super helpful resources I've been using to write this!

Forgotten Realms Wiki

Obsidian Portal - City of Splendors, Dungeon of Madness

Waterdeep Interactive Map

Detailed Waterdeep Map by u/flamableconcrete (Reddit)

Detailed Waterdeep Ward Maps & Sublocations by u/RavenxAlmasy (Reddit)

Weather in the Realms (from Dandello's Faerûnian Almanac

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