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I want- nay, I NEED- with Gale and Imogen #27 & #65 from that recent prompt.

Please m’lady I’m starving 🥣

This meal was stewing for a long time, but now it will be served! Sorry for the delay.

27. Giggly kiss

With his robes on, his hair smoothed and his beard trimmed Gale was ready to face the horrors of the Shadow-Cursed Lands and, more importantly, the woman he still couldn't believe was in love with him just as he was with her. He opened the flap of his tent and looked around. There was no sign of the green-haired half-elf. He walked to the centre of the camp and suddenly caught a glimpse of something big and white-feathered.

Gale strode towards it, and finally made out that it was an owlbear lying on its side with its belly exposed. Its eyes were closed. Gale furrowed his brows and started thinking. It was not the cub, for his feathers were brown, and it was not just a random adult owlbear, because they were usually hostile and protective, so one wouldn't be lying around like this in a place with so many humanoids. Some of these humanoids could use Wild shape, of course... He had an idea:

'Halsin, is that you?' The owlbear opened its eyes and made a noise, akin to a snort. Gale felt a familiar psionic buzz of the tadpole.

'He tends to Thaniel in his tent, remember?' the voice in his head said. 'Make another guess, use that beautiful brain of yours.'

Gale smiled, but raised his brows in wonder:

'It can't be you, Idgy! I've never seen you Wild shape into an owlbear.'

'You'll see it quite often, because this feathered body is comfy, and I also am big and fierce enough to protect you now.' She stretched as a cat. 'See these claws? They will tear that Absolute to shreds, and my beloved wizard will remain intact.'

Gale's heart was suddenly filled with warmth and joy. To think that someone would go this far as to learn a new shape to protect his useless life. But that were not the thoughts suitable for the moment. Instead, he came closer and reach his hand out to the fluffy belly. Still he hesitated:

'Will it be appropriate for me to...'

'Scratch my belly and ruff me feathers, I've been waiting for you to do it the whole morning.'

Gale put his hand into the feathers. They were so soft, and the huge body was warm, actually warmer than human. He started scratching, first with one hand, then two. The owlbear produced some hooting noises. The wizard started moving his hands, scratching everywhere.

Suddenly the large beast started jittering, and several seconds later Gale was blinded by an outburst of golden light from druid magic. When he regained his vision, instead of an owlbear he saw a giggling half-elf lying on the ground. She had to calm herself to speak:

'I said scratching, not tickling!'

Gale got on his knees and started tickling Imogen on purpose:

'That's so much more fun!'

'Hey!' She didn't stop giggling, but tried to kiss Gale. It was a clumsy kiss, they were both laughing at the time. But a few pecks later they both gave into the kiss. Still smiling they caressed each other's mouth gently and with profound care. Imogen could be ferocious on the battlefield, but she was the most caring person with her beloved wizard.

65. One small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other.

They clumsily climbed upon the pier, all drenched and exhausted. There was a hollowness in the brain, after all those months with a tadpole to be suddenly free of its psionic force. Imogen looked at the sinking mass of the Elder brain, and then at her party. With cuts and bruises, eye-bags and shaking limbs.

But they were alive. And she didn't lose any of them. She watched as Gale tried make himself presentable even drained of all magic. He did not sacrifice himself, he was there, and he was willing to live a mortal life.

Imogen nearly jumped on her lover and kissed him. Gale was surprised, but embraced her. She pulled away and said:

'We're alive, Gale! You're alive! We can be together, can you believe it?'

He gave her the most genuine and heart-worming smile:

'Yes, my love, nothing can tear us apart now.' He pressed his lips top hers, she reciprocated. Soon their hands were in each other's hair. Imogen, always the impatient one, licked Gale's lower lip and he opened his mouth inviting her tongue. When she got a taste of him, she moaned in a most wild and ungraceful way. But that's how he liked it. He tasted her. Their mouths were full of river water, but it didn't matter. They devoured each other, and Toril could stop spinning for all they cared.

They won. They were alive. They deserved this kiss.

i don't care what the game mechanics are i fully headcanon my druid tav as a disney princess he just hangs out w animals all day. all his best friends are squirrels.

for my own sanity I need a fic that’s just druid Tav trying to get the party to stop becoming panicked when they do the owlbear roar in battle like guys no i know it’s scary but try to remember it’s me and I’m on your side okay

i just need exasperated druid tav trying to cope with working with these characters because i keep thinking “could somebody with hands please for the love of all that is holy help astarion up.” and “no you don’t have to run away the owlbear is just me!” or “yeah i could carry this as a two tone giant animal but now I’m a 3 foot tall gnome and someone else is gonna have to take it from me”