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TEXT IMAGE: It wasn’t immediate. Waterdeep was never a quiet home but for the first half of the day there was naught but the usual hustle and bustle, though cut with gossip and plenty of loud speculation. It took several hours of busywork and wandering before something more solid and enticing reached Morena’s thundering heart, and, of course, that happened in the Dock Ward whilst on her way to her favourite perfumery. The freshest news passed through here along with the ships and today it came from merchants that had come direct from the Gate. Why wouldn’t the dock-hands be gossiping? “—the ‘storm’ from that bloody song, yeah.” “Nine hells, wish I’d never heard it, bloody thing’s stuck in my head.” Morena paused as one of the two men began to whistle the tune with apparent antagonism, eyes bright as his friend shoved him over with a grin. Little more to come from those two lads but it was cue enough for her to tune into the atmosphere, the unloading from a recently docked ship. These has apparently seen the heroes of the Gate! There was, in particular, gossip about their leader being minted as an ambassador to Waterdeep. The ‘storm from that song,’ a fiery-haired sorcerer, someone one Baldurian lad was proudly claiming he’d met years back and gotten a ‘proper hard right-hand’ from. “Bet you deserved it, you prick.” “I mean, yeah, ‘course I did.” A laugh. “D’you think Thomas’ll remember me?” “Why the fuck would he remember you?” “It was a really good fight!”
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Bit from my Morena Dekarios fic. An emotional thing it'll be when it's done, but not without it's humour, too.
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A long neglected WIP. M!Tav/Gale, my dear Tav Thomas encouraging Gale to enjoy a second night of alone time. And no, I won't tell you what that cute 'quirk' of Tom's is, hehe.
Not really NSFW but has some light and obvious references, so labelled just in case!
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TEXT: “My apologies, but I was given little choice.” Gale glanced to the side, back out at the dark expanse of the bog. “Those who pursued me had already shown their bloodlust… and I was bound by agreement to come to your side.” To illustrate the point he pulled out the treasure that had been kept in a specially secure case at his side; a shimmering rose, its end rough and dull but its petals and stem beyond an inch bright and alive. That alone might have marked it as magical, but the faint golden light clinging to the petals made it obvious. Gale had been enchanted before his dear mother had told her story to him, an unnecessary sorrow in her voice as she’d explained her agreement. Why, every single word had sparked his curiousity further and further until the journey to the Evernight Bog had been all he could think about! Regardless of the deep dangers known to lurk in that place. Gale had been offered a magical mystery; that had always been something he’d found impossible to resist.
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Love, you, Gale. :')
Been stuck on this Beauty and the Beast tale while my health had been bad, but the spark I needed to write it came back tonight. I know exactly what's gonna happen in every part of this tale, and how the guys connect within the framework, but y'know. Getting it down.
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TEXT: The blonde ran up to their leader with speed, and would absolutely have had his arms around Thomas had he been given the chance. He still came up close, stepping right into Tom’s personal space and leaning in with a dazed, happy smile, partly ignoring the raised hands attempting to keep him away. The smile was honestly breathtaking by the standards of most, a bright and beautiful expression on a flushed face. “Tomcat…” “Don’t,” Thomas interjected, letting out a shaking breath. “You lost the fucking right to call me that, Silv.” “My ginger Tom?” This ‘Silv’ didn’t look put out by the rejection at all. “We all thought you were gone. Taken from us, from me.” “I’m not yours—” “Still grouchy, love?” Silv laughed quietly, apparently exhilarated, and took the opportunity to push past Thomas’s attempt at a guard. To lay at hand on Tom’s chest in apparent tender affection. The moment he touched the shining armour there was an expectation of a storm, a rush of anger accompanied by the cutting winds that came whenever Tom was truly angry, something that his tone and body language suggested had to be coming. But there was… nothing. For a few seconds everything was stilled. And then Thomas pushed back Silv and walked off, saying nothing more, doing nothing more, his expression almost glazed over.
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A happy reunion?
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TEXT: The storm has been vicious. Dangerous. Powerful. More powerful than any other storm he’d ever raised and yet, despite that, Thomas had been in control of it. Nothing that strong stirred from that part of his being had ever been so obedient to him before, usually lashing out at the world as chaotically as the emotions that usually summoned such ferocity, but this time? This time he’d wielded it like a spear, sending burning lightning and cutting wind as a multitude of concentrated bolts through Orin’s transformed flesh. The thunder that has accompanied the burst of magic had been almost unfathomably loud, too, perhaps the only part of his power that had slipped away from Tom. Astarion had complained about ringing in his ears, later, though not with his usual bite. Lae’zel was home in camp. Alive, secure. And every single one of them needed a chance to breathe after what they’d had to go through to get her back. Tom had slept for over ten hours in the back of Gale’s tent and upon awakening it was unanimously agreed that they all needed the day to recuperate in full. Yeah, the pressure of the Absolute was even greater now but they were exhausted, injured, and in need of the time to patch up before risking the next bloody stage of their mission. Thomas had spent some quiet time with Lae’zel helping her tend to the gear Orin had done a number on before slipping away to take a few hours clearing his head. Back to his hidden spot, to his small haven in the chapel’s basement. Gale was already there, spread out on their ever-growing blanket pile with one of his books. The usual magical lighting had been ditched in favour of the moodier lighting of a dozen candles, all flickering briefly as Tom descended into the room.
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From one of my three active Gale/M!Tav fics. I have a scattered few I am working on more slowly and some bitesize ideas as well...
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What lay at the heart of tempest was stillness. Not a thought many in the magical fields had considered... unless they delved thoughtfully into the topic.
Which Gale had, of course, done. Affording him the knowledge that the blanket of quiet over camp was their storm sorcerer's doing.
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TEXT: There were many things that made no sense about this being, not least the matter of arrival. Gale stared at the windswept cloak that somehow fully engulfed the human-shaped figure. Took in the lantern, burning hot with blue-white flame and held by a concealed hand. Tried to peak for a glimpse of skin or hair through some gap in the cloth, but finding none. The secrets here were currently well wrapped up, even to a discerning eye. Save, perhaps, for one, though it raised more questions than answers. Gale swallowed as he noted, with some trepidation, that the cloak was being moved about by something from beneath. He tried to speak up: “May I inquire as to the name of our—” “You shouldn’t have come here.” Swiftly cut off as he was, it was nonetheless not the interruption that really struck Gale. No, it was the voice. Against all reason it was deep and rumbling. Every word like a peal of thunder scaled down, like it were formed entirely from a storm. Well. What further did one say in the face of such a thing? “My apologies, but we were given little choice.” Gale glanced to his mother, who hung pale and frightened on his side. “Those who pursued us had already shown their bloodlust.”
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And here we have the starter of a Gale/M!Tav tale using Beauty and the Beast flavours but with a dash of English bog folklore. Don't ask me how the latter happened, it just sorta did.
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A Baldur's Gate 3 screenshot. A young redheaded man, his curly locks tied back into a thick bun and a scar on his face, uses magic to open a glowing book. Purple light suffuses the image as his power works through his hand.
Hey, I'm Bell, a fic writer currently focused on BG3 and some Gale/M!Named!Tav goodness. Also working on genfic and other things, slowly...
AO3: archiveofourown.org/users/Bellfl...
Site: reflectingstars.neocities.org/fic-bg3/
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TEXT: Not gale, but Gale. A magnificent and powerful wizard, raising a storm in the wake of victory over the Absolute’s threat. That the storm in question was quickly noted as a person was not something she thought about in that moment because the intense surge of hope almost knocked her off her feet. “Oh, Morena… dearest, don’t cry…” “Carlota, did you hear that?” Morena asked, blinking back the tears only barely. “Do you think… my son…” “In that bawdy song?” Carlota grasped her friend’s hand and peered over as the bardic group started to lead the growing crowd in a dance. “Well… Gale is hardly a common name, I suppose.” It wasn’t, and so… perhaps she was reaching but the hope had already hooked into her flesh. Her beloved son was hardly flawless, he’d made plenty of mistakes, but Morena had always had full faith in Gale’s talents, his intelligence, and above all his good and precious heart. Why wouldn’t he have performed feats to make him known as a worthy hero? The hows and whys of why he’d ended up in the Gate fighting that fight would need explanation, of course, but… best not to ponder it, for now. Just in case this was fate mocking her. “Probably isn’t, I know,” she said quietly. “I might be an old fool, but it sounds, it feels…”
This BG3 Morena fic is slow going, but I'm getting there. Wanted to do this gentle, emotional piece (with bonus silly nonsense) for a long while.
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