It wasn't Mystra that he wanted, that much remained clear even as all clarity began to slip away. It wasn't her hands that he craved. He hadn't thought about her face when he had pumped desperately into his shaking hand every night previous, and it hadn't been her name on his lips when he had ejaculated hot spurts of semen into his fist. Gale/reader's f! Tav. I deliberately left all descriptions of Tav as vague and non-descript as possible so that the reader can make her whomever they wish her to be. No mentions of race, class, or physical description (beyond the absolute necessities). Submitted for your approval. 🙏 I hope that you enjoy. ❤️

This story follows Olivier (oh-liv-ee-ae), a Quarter-Elf visiting Waterdeep after the events of BG3. She has a strange magic over which she has little control. She ran away from home in search of answers and freedom. And a kindly wizard helps her find her way. Trigger Warnings will be at the top of chapters, and all NSFW chapters will be marked with an asterisk (*). *THIS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR BG3* Also, there is limited information about Gale's mother so I am taking some creative liberties when it comes to her. I do not own or have the rights to any of the locations, people, items, or anything within the D&D lore. Wizards of the Coast and Hasbro own the rights to D&D and all products associated with it.

He bent forward, lowering his voice into a grumbly murmur. "I happen to have a lovely tower with a splendid view of the harbor." "You are inviting me to your home?" I recoiled in surprise, sniffing as my tears dried. He cleared his throat awkwardly, looking away. "Ah, is that perhaps a bit too forward?" I shook my head, holding up my hands. "It is just that you do not know me very well." "But I would like to. Get to know you well, that is." ~~~~~ Four years after the events that led to the death of the elder brain- and the destruction of the Crown of Karsus- Gale accepted the offer to be a tenured professor at Blackstaff Academy. Both his former explosivity and his reputation as a hero of the Gate kept his students under control and the staff certain of his credibility. But when the new herbalist supplying the Academy finds him less than savory upon introduction, Gale attempts to fix his impression with varying degrees of success.

Mystra's chosen must fulfil high expectations. Gale can only too well confirm this, for an ancient magic lies dormant in his chest that threatens to devour everything if he doesn't feed it. In search of magical artefacts to satisfy this void, he finds himself in a tower on the edge of the world. Unfortunately, this tower is your home. And you're not keen on sharing the many artefacts you've gathered in your own quest.

You realize that it wasn't the smartest idea to go on an adventure without a tent to shelter yourself from the capricious weather. Of course, one of your companions is more than eager to share theirs with you... What could possibly go wrong?