At The Friday Panel Andrew Wincott Said Raphael And Astarion Should Go On Holiday Together And I Cant

at the friday panel andrew wincott said raphael and astarion should go on holiday together and i can’t stop thinking about it

Baldur's Gate Fanwork Challenge: The Origin Gauntlet

Create a Tav romance fic or artwork with each of the six origin characters.

Astarion x Tav

Gale x Tav

Karlach x Tav

Lae'zel x Tav

Shadowheart x Tav

Wyll x Tav

ADDITIONAL CHALLENGES (optional to encourage variety!) > Include a Male Tav, a Female Tav, and a Nonbinary Tav in at least one fic each. > Create at least one SFW and one NSFW. > Create one fic each for Act 1, Act 2, Act 3, and Post-Game events

Share your creations under the tag #Origin Gauntlet!

Thank you @dafna-winchester! You always do these two so much justice!

hyperfixation sucks I think just a little too hard about a guy who isn't even real and I could start crying any second

What other pet names would Gale have for his partner? He calls Tav “my love” in Act III following the boat scene. But, what else would he say? What does Gale like and not like to be called?

Asdksd;lsdjs Gale asking "yes, my love?" when you start dialogue with him KILLS ME. I swoon and die, dear anon.

I think Gale tends to be quite traditional with his pet names/endearments--"my darling/dear/love/beloved/dearest" that sort of thing. In Waterdeep, it's common to call your romantic partner "rose" or "my rose" (FR wiki) so he might call them that as well. Maybe if his partner is into it, he might call them by a diminutive or shortened version of their name--my Tav Arafel's nicknames are "Ara" or "Fela" (depending), and generally only Gale is allowed to call her those. Karlach can as well b/c she's Karlach.

If you think of Gale as being Greek-coded or as having a Chessentan background, he might also call his partner agápi mou (my love) or kardia mou (my heart), or psyche mou (my soul). Or maybe even just my love/darling/dearest in the various ancient languages he's studied! Except for Netherese, that is Not Allowed.

As for what Gale likes to be called, I'm not sure he's used to pet names given to him by people who aren't Morena or Tara. (I just... cannot imagine Mystra using pet names, except for like "my Chosen" or "Chosen One" which don't really seem like pet names to me.) It probably takes him a while to get used to it.

"Is there anything you like to be called?" you ask one lazy morning. You're still in the Gate, wrapping up loose ends before heading off on new adventures, and the question comes to you through a haze of contentment.

Gale smiles and laughs softly, fingers playing a teasing melody across the ridge of your shoulder. "'Gale' has worked well enough for the past several decades, my love."

"Not that," you grumble, pushing at him. "I mean 'my love,' that sort of thing."

"Oh." Surprisingly, Gale falls silent, his laughter cutting off as if by a knife. "You know, I'd never given it much thought." More history there, you know, or the startling lack-of-history, in Gale's silence.

"I don't have to call you anything," you say, craning your head to peer up at him. Gale's eyes are dark with thought, and the ever-present warmth of his affection. "But in case you did feel like having me call you something other than Gale, what would it be?"

"Well." Gale blows out a breath. "I've always been Tara's 'little love' and my mother still calls me 'little storm,' so it would probably not be either of those. But anything you choose to call me would be beautiful, as long as it comes from your lips."

"I could call you my onion," you suggest, remembering the dryad's test and your half-joking answer to it.

"Not the most romantic of vegetables," Gale says ruefully. "And I'm afraid it might suggest terrible things about my breath."

"Or an apple," you suggest, leaning up to kiss his neck, nuzzling into the delicious scent there. "The apple of my eye."

Gale hums distractedly, deft hands lacing through your hair to tug you gently up into a proper kiss. "I like that."

"Really?" You pull back to get a better sense of his expression--a happy Gale is sometimes a teasing Gale and you usually have double check. "I mean, an apple is more romantic than an onion, but I think only relatively speaking." You think about the attributes of an apple: sweet, tart, wholesome, biteable. You think, despite that, it's sort of an odd name.

"No," Gale murmurs, that low, persistence voice breaking into your musings. "My, mine. Or rather, yours."

Imagine: post-game Gale and Tav out somewhere with some dude RELENTLESSLY hitting on Tav. Gale can take people hitting on tav, it happens all the time and he's not insecure in the slightest. But this guy is being obnoxious and obviously making tav uncomfortable. How does Gale react and also what if they fucked afterwards

You're unhinged and I respect and love you for it.

Here you go friend. Some pure, mindless smut for you!

Pairing: Gale x female Tav - NSFW

Warnings: SMUT!!!! Public sex, blow job, probably the smuttiest smut i've smutted thus far. You have been warned. This is not regency-esque euphemistic smut. Gang, this is straight up pornography.

Word Count: 1.7k

Gale could hardly believe the brazen audacity of the merchants. His shopping trip had started off pleasantly, with Tav swishing around the market stalls in all her bare-legged, off-shoulder glory, the hem of silk dress flirting with her knees and billowing as she moved. She was exquisite, obviously, and she knew exactly what she was doing. She always managed to bring home produce at far lower prices than he could ever haggle for. He enjoyed watching her play the minx, but he did not enjoy the merchants taking liberties.

Leaning against a nearby wall, pretending to read a book, he watched as she flitted between the stalls, appraising fruit and laughing with the sellers. They couldn’t help but stare at the constellations of freckles adorning her exposed shoulders and collarbones. Gale was focused solely on her—imagining her tanned, strong calves draped over his shoulders, his hand tight in the loose braid that swung across her back as he kissed the plush skin of her breasts. He thought pushing up her skirt and running his tongue all the way up the inside of her leg until..

His thoughts halted and he snapped his book shut as soon as he realised something was wrong. The squat, bearded merchant she had been bargaining with suddenly had his hand in the crook of her arm and he was leant in close enough for her to look uncomfortable. The way she was leant back and gently tugging herself away showed she was trying to politely remove herself, with little luck. Gale felt his fists ball at his side, he wouldn’t jump in yet, he knew she could handle herself…

Then with his other hand, the merchant reached forward to move a strand of hair away from her face. It made Gale see red.

In an instant, he was there. Hot with anger. 

“Touch her again and there'll be naught left of you but a pitiful pile of dust upon scorched earth” Gale said quietly in the man’s ear, the grip on his arm a closing vice. 

He put his arm round Tav’s waist and began to lead her away from the market and back to their home. He didn’t want to embarrass her by making a scene, and he knew better than anyone how capable she was of defending herself. But, for his own benefit, he felt he needed to intervene, before another person put their hands on his wife.

“Wouldn’t want her anyway, the slutty little..” the merchant murmured as they walked away.  Gale turned sharply with palms crackling full of fury-hot weave. Before the necessary words could be spat from his lips, Tav pushed past him and with effortless strength punched the merchant so hard that blood splattered from his nose like burst fruit, and he crumpled into a heap on the floor. 

“No one dare give him a healing potion.” She snapped loudly to the other merchants as he rolled in agony on the ground. “When I come back tomorrow, I want to see skin as bruised as his pathetic little ego.” The market was now quiet apart from a few whispers bouncing between the patrons. She grabbed her husband by his arm, the basket of shopping abandoned, and left quickly. Gale was suddenly very aware of how hard he was. 

Just round the corner, barely any distance from where Tav’s display had taken place, she pulled them both into a  dark and narrow alley,  barely wide enough for two people to pass each other without turning sideways. The walls of the surrounding buildings, tall and oppressive, cast deep shadows that almost entirely blocked out the sunlight, but not completely.

Tav was pressed against him instantly, pinning him back against the cool bricks and running her hand slowly down his chest until she eventually rested her palm against the hard bulge in his trousers. 

“The thrills of combat still do it for you then?” She purred against him, the scent of the sun and the sea-breeze settled and heavy on her exposed skin as he left tongued kisses on her shoulders, her throat, her jaw. 

“Just you.” He said, breathless “Always you.” 

As they tangled together, pushing against each other with such desperation that a passerby might mistake them for a single shadow, Gale realised they weren’t completely hidden. People still wandered past, busy with errands or chattering absently with friends. Gale could hear their voices clearly, which meant he and Tav would be heard too. And if anyone stopped to look closely enough, they would definitely see Gale of Waterdeep fucking his wife senseless against the brickwork. 

“Gods.” His voice was cracked with lust. “Someone will hear us.” 

“Well you’ll just have to be quiet when you come down my throat then, won’t you? my brave hero” Her golden eyes were lidded, and voice dripping with wanton desire.

Her words sparked him. His hands were suddenly all over her, pushing up her skirt and gripping the soft flesh of her backside, stroking up her spine until gripping the nape of her neck to hold her head still as he kissed her with wild urgency. 

The sounds she made were beautiful, but risky. He had to put his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet and their dirty little tryst a secret. His eyes burned into hers as he kept his hand there, and her muscles stilled completely as he moved his other up her thigh and to where she was slick and desperate for him. 

“No underwear, Mrs.Dekarios?” Gale tutted at her as he began to draw light, slow circles over her clit. All Tav could do was moan against his hand, and Gale could feel the spit from her mouth against his palm.

Tav was rarely quiet, in or out of the bedroom, and she was finding it very difficult not to cry out with peals of ecstasy under his touch. They had done this enough times now for him to make her come apart with barely any effort. He knew how she liked it slow and soft as he whispered words of encouragement in her ear. How she liked his hand on her throat, firm enough so he could feel her moans against his palm and soft enough for him to stroke her parted lips with the pad of his thumb. She liked it when his eyes burned into her, and all trace of his softness had blazed into rough, heated need.

“That’s it.” He said, quiet and forceful in the swirl of her ear “Don’t let them hear you” There was a lilt of playful amusement in his voice, a cockinesss which pushed Tav further towards her undoing. She couldn’t help but moan as his fingers increased their pressure slightly, now slick with her arousal.

She came in hot silence, him holding her steady as she bucked under his touch. He continued to stroke her through the waves of warm pleasure that crashed against his fingers. After she had settled, he kissed her slow and attentively. Mimicking what he would like to do against her warm cunt when he got her back home. 

Tav had other ideas. 

She dropped to her knees in front of him and frantically started to unbuckle his belt. “Tav” he groaned as she pulled down his trousers. “Maybe this isn’t…”  Any thoughts of gentlemanlike manners disappeared into white oblivion as she licked hard along his erection. 

“Gods” he groaned, his fingers tracing over her lips. "You look so good taking me like this”

Tav’s head spun at his words, her mind bubbling with white-hot thoughts of lust and debauchery. 

She would do this quickly now, take him in desperation while her legs were still weak from coming against his fingers. And then when they got home she would take her time doing this all over again, letting him think she would do it the same way, at the same pace, but she would draw it out in the private sanctum of their home until his wrung-out voice echoed throughout the rafters of the tower. She would delight in pulling from him noises which even he had never heard himself make before. But for now, she would settle for whimpers and groans as his hand tightened in her hair and he spilled into her mouth. 

The moans that left his chest were visceral. He loved to watch her like this, lips swollen as she moved him in and out of her mouth, the rose pink flash of lipstick smeared over her chin and his cock. Eyeliner smudged, tendrils of sweat-slick hair stuck to her neck. He could come just from looking at her. He knew that after this she would want to tidy herself up, but like fuck would he let her. He wanted to walk home with her on his arm, looking well-fucked and messy.

Tav could feel him trying to keep his hips still, so as not to push himself too far against the back of her throat, but she encouraged him forward by placing his hand in her hair so he could tangle his fingers in it as he fucked her mouth. 

He had to bite down on his other hand as he came, but it still didn’t stop the sinful sounds that spilled from his lips as his hips stuttered and he fell apart completely. 

They stayed there for a few moments, his head leant back against the wall and hers against his thigh. Both breathless and spent. 

“Do you need to go back to the market, my love?” he panted, as he pulled her up and began to press soft, lazy kisses against anywhere he could reach. “I’d be happy to get into a fight with anyone else, man, woman or child, if this is the reaction it sparks.”

Tav laughed as they left their little hideaway in total disarray, smug in the subtlety of their tryst. They were completely unaware of just how many people had heard the sounds of Mr. and Mrs. Dekarios ravishing each other in public. Tomorrow, the market would be buzzing with gossip about the black-eyed merchant and the subsequent public escapades of the respectable wizards. But, fortunately, Gale and Tav would remain blissfully ignorant of it all. Tomorrow, they planned to spend the entire day in bed, making love and living off whatever food they could scrounge from their empty cupboards.