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I'm gonna speak on this a bit here too, because personally, I have a toe dipped in both sides of this argument (for very real and personal reasons). irl, me as a person, i did not want children. for a LONG list of reasons i won't go into here, I ended up having three. I love them. I was not ready for them, and I think I would have been just fine without them.

I say this because I UNDERSTAND how big of a responsibility it is to care for a human that requires constant care and attention, and how soul-sucking it is to constantly be reminded of how much I DIDN'T want that for myself. HAVING KIDS IS NOT FOR EVERYONE, nor should that be vilified! ONE DOES NOT NEED TO HAVE CHILDREN TO BE HAPPY! CHILDREN DO NOT EQUAL HAPPINESS FOR EVERYONE! THIS IS OKAY! All that being said, if Gale were real, and appeared in my bedroom right this very fucking minute, I would DUST OFF THE COBWEBS of my failing reproductive system if he so much as gave me the puppy eyes. (yes, I'm pathetic. leave me to my delusions, thank you). But, if he said 'babe, bestie...Mira my beloved, let's go on an adventure because kids are eww' YES MY SWEET MALEWIFE I will abandon all reason and logic and go to the ends of the earth with you.

But also, y'all??? Gale is a fictional character, and I am of the belief that the conversation we ALL know we are thinking of was INTENTIONALLY left open-ended for our head canons to happily chew on. It's that simple. Leave people alone to enjoy the characters in the way they fucking desire. Canon or not. Who tf cares. If you don't like it? Shrug your damn shoulders, take a GODS DAMN BREATH, and SCROLL ON.

And OP, I am so sorry you have been made to feel like they way you interact with Gale has to be pushed aside for other people's comfort.

PLEASE, please, share more. I know I speak for others when I say we want to see more queer and/or childfree Gale content. I have seen so many in this fandom express their sadness that they don't feel represented. That's not ok. If childfree and queer Gale content brings you joy, please share it. Share your joy. tell the world why he means so much to you. This random ass noob of a tumblr user wants to see you happy.

So I am going to make a post about it because despite my best attempts I still get some very aggressively worded posts about dad!Gale stuff on my timeline I truly don't believe that people who maintain Gale's stance as childfree as having canonical proof are inherently trying to put down or threaten those who have dad!Gale headcanons. Speaking as a minority in this fandom, as a gay man, and also as someone who is infertile I have found a lot of resonance and affirmation through the character of Gale and so I find personal enjoyment and empowerment to help deal with a homophobic and cishet normative world that pushes the idea of having children as a necessity for love and happiness by maintaining that my Tav's and Gale are childfree. I don't have any issue with anyone who loves the dad!Gale headcanon, go wild and free with it but people who are finding affirmation, joy, and fulfillment from him being childfree are just simply not a threat to your personal headcanon and tbh I often feel very guilty posting some of my headcanons and posts that are both explicitly queer about Gale and also about this childfree stuff because of how aggressive some posts are against Gale being childfree

I just also wanna say there's no less love or fulfillment for people that are childfree and that Gale can be equally as happy with or without children and that if anyone is bullying anyone for either of this then they need to go outside and touch grass. I am just simply asking the fandom to consider being a little more inclusive of different perspectives and people, especially to queer people who love Gale who can often feel pretty left out

#God this argument is getting so fucking old #and I am so sorry for those who are so poorly mistreated #simply because of their head canons #I didn't pay $60 + USD #to have some random asshole on the internet #tell ME how to play MY GAME #so STOP doing it to others #you know who you are #Sorry not sorry #i chose violence #and decided to use the soapbox #I am extra spicy tonight #I literally altered the direction of my own fanfic because of fandom discourse #and i was too scared to post what I wrote #I don't want anyone else to feel like they have to hide from the fandom #because that is how the bullies win #and take over the goodness of the fandom space

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I STG if y'all don't read this I'll be so angy with you.

For real. It's a crime against humanity.

shame upon your house.

dishonor on your cow.

Please, for the love of all the gods (except mystra b/c fuck her) go read this. You'll thank me.

Midwinter in Waterdeep: Part Three

Gale/Tav | Angst & Pining | Read Part One | Read Part Two | Read on AO3

Summary:

Over a year after their relationship ends, fate brings the couple back together for one too-short night.

The sun set and the moon rose in the night sky without a sign of Gale. She was once again confronted with her demons, whispering in her ear about his habit of getting so lost in his own work and focused on his own ambitions that he left her alone, adrift, and purposeless in the aftermath of their adventure and again now. Her only solution then had been to run, leaving him and the biggest piece of her heart behind. Those demons tugged at her another time. She wasn’t strong enough to resist them. I can’t do this.

AN: The final installment is here! Thank everyone so much for all your support on this mini series. I hope you love it as much as I do, and I'm sorry for ripping out your hearts along the way. CN: Suggestive language, mild descriptions of panic

The first Midwinter was spent in reverence of each other. They watched the annual fireworks from his balcony and stayed up until the dawn began its ascent over the horizon. Hours were spent relearning each other’s bodies and minds after being strangers for so long. She spoke of her jobs, the contracts she accepted, the locations she visited as he kissed her neck in that one spot that was her undoing and his hands worked his way up her thighs. He spoke of his apprentices, new spells he was crafting, his colleagues turned friends while she kissed the faint remnants of the orb tattoo on his chest, her hand trailing down the line of his stomach. He worshiped her throughout the night and she accepted his offerings gladly.

While the sun rose, she lay in his arms, head on his bare chest as they made plans to spend next Midwinter together.

Dangerous. Tempting. Stupid.

He cast an illusion to make it snow in what used to be the bedroom they shared, just to see the smile on her face that would no doubt satisfy him for another year. She kept the longing she had to stay with him locked away deep inside, remembering the tormented look on his face the previous night when he ran to her. She couldn’t be the cause of that again, she didn’t trust herself with his heart.

They both wept after they parted.

The second Midwinter, they met in the market - the first time Gale had been in almost two years. They got sweet rolls and held hands as they walked to the inn he reserved for them this holiday. They barely got into the room before their bodies collided and their clothes ended up in a wrinkled pile on the floor, not wanting an inch of space to come between them on their one, too-short night together where she was his and he was hers, though both confessed there was no one else during their time apart.

She asked for another illusion as he traced his fingers up and down her bare back, the muscles and small scars from so many adventures illuminated by the moonlight. He made the room fill with small glowing rabbits, her favorite animal.

“You remembered.” “How could I ever forget anything about you?”

He gifted her a sending stone that was modified to only relay a signal when the pair were within a certain distance from each other, so he would know she was near, that she was safe at least one day a year. He kept its partner with him at all times - if not in his pocket, then within arm’s reach, counting down the days until he could feel the trace hum of magic that said she was close, that she was coming back to him. She always kept the stone in her pack or under her pillow as she slept in the wilds and reminisced about stolen moments in tents with him.

***

The third Midwinter, the sending stone in his pocket flickered to life a day earlier than expected, before the sunrise. He met her at the gates of the city full of concern, but she relieved his fears by explaining she had extra time this year and could stay this additional day, if he wanted. Of course he wanted! He was elated as they walked back to the tower, but had to finish up the term today. He kissed her deeply and promised to be back by sunset, a familiar line she had heard plenty before.

Hours ticked by in quiet solitude. The walls of the tower closed in on her and the sounds of the city aggravated instead of soothed. The sun set and the moon rose in the night sky without a sign of Gale. She was once again confronted with her demons, whispering in her ear about his habit of getting so lost in his own work and focused on his own ambitions that he left her alone, adrift, and purposeless in the aftermath of their adventure and again now. Her only solution then had been to run, leaving him and the biggest piece of her heart behind. Those demons tugged at her another time. She wasn’t strong enough to resist them.

I can’t do this.

The day had completely gotten away from him - he didn’t realize how late it had become as he rushed home after a long day of examinations and meetings with fellow professors. The only thing that kept him going was the thought of spending two nights with the love of his life, lost in memory and passion.

He called out to her as he walked in, receiving no response. The tower was empty. His breathing quickened as he collapsed against the wall in the entry, sinking to the floor. A cold panic took over as he found himself alone, reliving that first day all those years ago. He ran his shaking hands through his hair, looking for a note, a sign, anything…and found no trace of her.

She’s not here.

She didn’t come back that night. The next morning, he ignored the faint buzzing from the stone as he walked to Blackstaff to finish some paperwork before properly starting his holiday as he did every year, though this year it was more of a distraction than anything. He came home late to find a package on his doorstep - a small silver moon earring to wear in the empty piercing where Mystra’s symbol used to reside with a note that read “Be a moon unto yourself.” He could feel her watching but went inside anyway. He tucked the parcel in the same drawer with her ring and extinguished all the lights in his tower, wearily retreating to his study.

She sat across the street from the tower huddled in her coat, crying through the fireworks until the early morning. Something broke inside her that night, deeper than what already was fractured.

I’m sorry.

****

The fourth Midwinter, he received a delivery at his office in Blackstaff Academy. Inside was a sending stone, almost exactly like the one he had gotten her two years ago. His heart beat faster - was she returning it? Was this goodbye? Had the last Midwinter ruined them? They hadn’t spoken but at times he felt his original stone humming, knowing she was near Waterdeep on a few occasions over the last year, resisting the urge to go to the gates each time for a glimpse of her.

He felt the familiar crackle of magic as he inspected the parcel. No, this one is a different stone, he thought with relief, hearing her voice when he touched it for the first time.

I love you. I’m here. Meet me outside of the city if you can forgive me.

His eyes filled with tears, replying with the only message he could ever respond to her with.

I love you.

She smiled to herself as she heard his warm voice in her head. I love you. It was the first time they had said it to each other in so long - even before she had left him. A flicker of hope surged within her. She met him at the gates as the sun set, grabbing his robes and pulling him to her to kiss him deeply before he even had a chance to say hello. There was so much to say, so much to confess, and so little time. She took his hand and led him away from the city, deep into the woods off the main road where she had set up a tent for them, a campfire waiting. He moved to kiss her, to begin their usual dance of removing clothes and grasping at each other to stave off the chill in the air and the loneliness in their hearts. He longed to touch her, to feel himself inside her again.

She stopped him.

He listened as she told him about her next adventure on the other side of the continent. How she purchased the new sending stones because she wanted to hear his voice in her head every day when she would be so far from him. How after last Midwinter, she wanted to move forward and not spend every moment together thinking about the hurts of the past. How she realized the irony of her saying that while sitting in a campsite that was reminiscent of the one they shared all those years ago. How she was ready, finally, to offer more and hoped he would accept.

“I love you, Gale.” She’s real. “I love you, too.” She’s here.

The Midwinter fireworks from Waterdeep looked especially beautiful that night as they made love underneath them.

*****

The fifth Midwinter, she met him at the gates of the city, his message this morning running through her head. Meet me at the gates at our usual time. I have a surprise for you. I love you.

Every day they sent each other a message through the stones. Every first message ended with “I love you.” Every reply started with “I love you.”

He was practically buzzing when he saw her, drawing her tightly into his embrace, just as he did that night four years ago when she came back into his life by a chance of fate - and yes, after that night he most certainly was a bigger believer in fate. She was safe, she was here, and she loved him. He led her to the woods, the same spot she set up their campsite the previous year. In its place was a small cabin surrounded by wildness, enchanted to be invisible to everyone but the two of them.

He needed her like air, but he refused to suffocate her with that need - not with traditional roles or expectations, not with her always having to adjust to fit into his life, his routine, his schedule, never the other way around. He wanted to fit into her life. She was the moon, she was the stars, she was the sky. She was precious to him, more important to him than even the Weave. He didn’t need anything but her - not his tower, not his accolades…just her. He loved her, and saw her, and understood what she was capable of offering. This cabin, he hoped, would be proof of that, and would be their home when she was between contracts, between adventures.

She cried as he said all of this to her with tears streaming down his own smiling face. He held out the silver ring he had purchased for her all those years ago. She couldn’t believe he had kept it safe, looked after it as if he knew she would be back. They were different people then. They were different people now. After all this time, he remained devoted to her, steadfast, even as she pushed and pulled, clawing at the boundaries of his love. She believed him - for the first time, she felt understood. She was understood. He knew her, he was safe, he was here, and he loved her. She knew there could never be anyone else for either of them. He was her home. This was her home.

They kissed as he slipped the ring onto her finger.

******

The sixth Midwinter, Gale found himself looking out the window of their cabin watching the snow while he prepared their dinner for the evening, replaying their messages from that morning in his head.

I will be home at sunset. Will be with you for a month. I love you.

I love you. Please hurry back to me, I cannot bear to be apart from you much longer.

He laughed softly to himself. Home. If you had asked him five years ago, while he was bereft and reeling, what he thought home was he would have told you a study full of books, a desk littered with parchment, and a full wine cellar. Now? Home was the smile she gave him when he cast illusions. Home was the way she laid her head on his lap when he read to her, no matter the subject. Home was the way she brought him tea and kissed the top of his head as he stayed up late, working on new spells and theories by candlelight. Home was the sound of her voice calling his name as his mouth was between her thighs. Home was a tiny cabin hidden deep in the woods.

He twirled the silver ring on his own finger, the twin to hers. He had felt the hum of the original sending stone only a few months after their last Midwinter, during Greengrass. He rushed to the cabin after classes were completed for the day, wondering why she hadn’t told him anything through their messaging stones, wondering if the original stones were malfunctioning. He had no sooner opened the door before she pulled him in and kissed him deeply. He led her to the bedroom, both of them shedding layers of clothing along the way as they reunited. Later that evening, she lazily ran her fingers through his hair as the dancing lights he cast hovered over them, lighting the room in a beautiful pale blue glow.

“Marry me, Gale.”

They were married that week in a small ceremony, only Tara and Morena in attendance, though once word got out, many congratulations poured in from all over the Sword Coast. She had left later that week, and now she was finally coming home. He glanced at the bags he had brought from the tower, full of work and tomes, and contemplated putting them away before he felt his favorite hum of magic in all the world.

She stood in front of their cabin, looking in through the window at him. Her eyes watered, whether from joy or the wind she couldn’t say, but she’d blame the wind anyway. Four small glowing rabbits hopped around at her feet and led her to the door.

“Welcome home, my love.”

#not my writing #but it's one of my favorite fics now #this story will live rent free in my head forever #i think b/c it reminds me of like 90's-00s romantic dramas or something #like really iconic shit #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale fic #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #gale x tav #i voluntarily made myself late to work #just so i could read part three as soon as it came out

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