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Gale of Waterdeep x Reader (Tav) Pt.3

The final part of what began as just a small drabble! Thank you to everyone for your interest and kind comments :>

The rise of the mid-day sun burned over the stone steps with every frantic step Tav and their group took, the hot brush of the cobblestone on their boots only to be rivaled by the presently on-growing beam of raw sunlight and the whole Rosymorn Monastery falling around them.

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Shit. Shit. Shit

They fucked up.

They fucked up big time.

Tav thought they might have overdone it with their curiosity before but they just had to grab that mace. Its power would be useful to them in the future... maybe... hopefully...

...

They were sure Astarion was going to be furious with them later.

It was hard, however, to focus on their self-survival by avoiding falling platforms and dust clouds when they kept hearing a call of their name, distant from their gasps for air as they hurried down the cracking tiles and falling debris.

“Tav...”

“Tav……”

“TAV.”

Swearing through their heavy breathing, they turn to look to the side, sweat dripping down their face. Their eyes meet briefly with brown ones as the male wizard avoids just another rock from their pathway, a furrow in his expression as he tries to push his long hair away from his face and organize his words together. In his defense, the adrenaline of the run made him feel like he had to say this now or never.

“Gale? What? What's wrong?”

“I know this is hardly the time but,”

“What-”

“I think it's been a while and-”

“Gale, wait-”

“Hear me out! I've been thinking about what I said and I wanted to apolo-”

“GALE this is lovely and all, and I would love to hear you out. But for the love of the gods, can you please wait until we finish running away from this mess?!”

“Oh...

right, true.”

Finally going quiet, he blinks a few times as the head of a statue rolls past him, suddenly very aware of their situation right now.

Misty stepping away from a falling border, he started to speed up. Apologizing would have to wait until they were safe and alive.

Elmister help them.

~~~

Nightfall fell quite quickly after. The escape from the monastery, along with the journey back to camp, not to mention the wonderful new addition to their problems by angering a Githyanki queen, was needless to say everyone had fallen exhausted as soon as they got back to their tents.

Gale sat close by the fire poking the hot embers out with a stick as the stove resting on top came to a rising boil. He regularly did the cooking for the camp, as barely any of them could produce anything edible. It was a rewarding break and also gave him time to reflect and berate himself on his actions, especially when it came to Tav.

His eyes followed up across the camp to stare at the person in question, who was currently trying to calm the qualms of a certain infuriated vampire as the skeletal god that resurrected him watched from the sidelines. Tav must have given him quite an unbearable quip for a response as Astarion’s voice raised, reminding them once again that no, the tadpole was not enough sunscreen for the full concentrated power of the sun!

Gale chuckled to himself, the argument in itself was silly, and he frankly found it adorable to see the usually aloof Tav fidgeting and nervously trying to appease their pale friend. Their curiosity always did end up getting all of them into interesting situations, but he found it endearing nonetheless...

...

His eyes tear down to the embers with a sigh as he begins once again to mentally practice the apology speech that has been repeating in that brilliant brain of his for days. He wanted it to be perfect, he cared for them more than he could have imagined and feared that the shortness of his actions would forever snip away the bond they had formed. The same fear and anxiety he had felt all those years ago when Mytra had left him. In his self-deprecation, he had not realized however that during his 9th revision of the last few sentences, Tav had already sat down next to him waiting for him to notice.

“Gale-”

“TAV?!”

He jumped up a bit, sparks figuratively (and literally) coming out of him from the campfire, his heart, and probably the orb. He cleared his throat, facing their direction.

“I meant to say, hello, I wanted to talk to you earlier, you see I-”

Tav stopped him mid-sentence, putting their hands near his mouth as they found the thoughts that they had been waiting to say out loud for days now. They figured the words would come intuitively when the time came, but presently, they had never felt less prepared than then.

“Wait, wait, I'm sorry, but would it be okay for me to say something first?”

Gale nodded, slightly taken aback. Only that same day he had been thinking that they would never try to initiate a conversation with him by themselves again.

He was glad he was wrong.

“Yes, of course." His eyes softened. "What can I help you with?”

Tav tried to gulp down the upcoming blush and began working through their thoughts.

“I wanted to apologize, for what I said that night…” They begin.

“What I said was hurtful, and truthfully while I do not want you to die a death that can be avoided, I did not, and never will, mean that you should just go through with it away from us…”

Gale stared down their expression, almost as if he could read their thoughts crystal clear. At times the way he acted like this unnerved them, it read them too closely. However, tonight it seemed to do the opposite, his glance was a question, a search for an answer.

“You see, Gale, you mean a lot to me. More than you could imagine.” They fidget.

“And hearing that you have to give your life for such erratic whims for someone that left you to hurt for years, well, I could not help but want to say something about it. You deserve more than impossible expectations and an uncherished ending. You are more than just the orb within you. Your proneness to verbosity is charming, your thoughtfulness and the way you steer not me in a way that lets me explore and grow, for me, you are simply fantastic…”

The smile that formed within them in the last few sentences dropped along with their glance.

“And I could not bear entertaining the thought that you’d be gone just like that…”

They took a deep breath.

“But hearing that I was not Her brought a vile reaction from me, and I want to apologize for that. I had no right to bring that upon you… I know your love and devotion to your goddess, and if you'd give up your life for her forgiveness then-”

It was Gale's turn to ask them to stop, one hand found Tav's and they immediately went quiet, his eyes silently asking to let him speak. The nicely prepared speech in his brain discarded much like his negative emotions at the surprise of their unexpected apology, also giving him the strength to speak what he truly felt.

“No, no Tav. I want to apologize.”

His voice was soft as the only other thing that could be heard was the cackling of the flames in front of them, brown eyes lowering as his hand gave their reassuring squeeze. He carefully considered his next words.

“I... should have thought more thoroughly about my situation. I wanted to make my sacrifice more meaningful than I could ever hope my influence on this world would leave. I thought that I'd be paying back on my mistakes, but I did not stop to think what those nearest me would feel.” He then let himself gaze upwards at Tav's nervous expression and gave a small apologetic smile.

“You are also dear to my heart, when I said you were not Mystra I did not want to alienate or insult you. I was also confused, these last few days I pondered and ran through my words over and over until I realized their meaning, something I had already known but refused to think through.”

“You're not Her, and I would never want you to be. A goddess doesn't have your kindness, your endearing curiosity for the things around you, your wits, and your willingness to humor a babbling old fool like me. For me, you're brilliant, and I don't think you would send me to such a cruel conundrum as she has.”

His eyes squint slightly, getting closer to them.

“You truly care for me. Now be it as companions or something more, you never had the divine expectations on me that I have been thrusted upon my whole life. You see me for who I truly am.”

He gulps slightly. “Now, I would also come to understand that due to my past actions, I should not dare to wish for more than what I've seen growing between us. Hopefully, I am not wrong, but I cannot help but try and hope. Please, tell me-”

His words were cut short in surprise, this time by Tav's lips as they leaned in and pressed themselves to him. His hands automatically wrapped around them as he immediately kissed them back. Days of pinning and frustration unraveling within them within the intimate affection. Tav smiled to themselves through the kiss, relieved to know Gale saw them the same way they did. That their essence, their flaws, and their strengths, were brilliant in their eyes. Because they were themselves.

~~~

“Nine Hells.”

The pale elf scoffed, kicking the pebbles in front of him.

Unbeknownst to Gale and Tav, a certain tadpole group (and guests) were watching the whole ordeal.

Astarion cursed under his breath as he slipped a few gold coins into Withers' skeletal hands. The god smiled quietly as he walked back to his usual corner. Wyll chuckled, reminding him why it was not a good idea to make bets with the god of fate. Karlach smiled at the couple as Shadowheart -while more preoccupied with the stew that is most likely burning due to its respective chef being busy- felt relieved at the ending of the insufferable dramatics that she had been dealing with (mainly on Tav's end) for the last few days.

“Seems like we have to wait a while.”

She clicks her tongue as she looks up at the sky, making sure no one will notice her awe at the stars. Dinner or not, at the very least, she and the rest could enjoy the fresh mountain air for one last night tonight before the morning lights bring in tomorrow's journey.

~End~

In which the author got tired of Gale trying to have incredibly important conversations at the most awful moments. 💀 And thus here is the last part of this small saga! This is the first fully finished chapter fic I've ever done, apart from my small drabbles. I wanna thank everyone who has liked and followed my work, you guys gave me the motivation to finish! I am currently finishing my first run of the game and I have Thoughts. So if you're interested, please stick around to see what I write next. I hope you guys liked this!

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littlestarlulls · 6 months

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Gale of Waterdeep x Reader (Tav) Pt.2

Part two of this short drabble, please check it out! Again, some small spoilers to the Gale story route in BG3 (mountain pass).

Tav kicks small pebbles as they sit on the monastery roof. The sunrise rises slowly through the morning mist of the mountains and a cold breeze slowly passes through them, enveloping in warmth as the upcoming rays join too. They hadn't found the famed crèche that Lae'zel mentioned, but they were close. They could feel it.

~~~

Apart from the grandeur associated with partaking in the quest of freeing everyone from that damn parasitic worm, the last few days between you and Gale have been awkward, to say the least. Everyone could tell something happened that night, and aside from Karlach trying to tell funny stories and Astarion's quips, you mainly stayed off by yourself, lost in thought.

You haven't spoken a word to Gale. Part of it because you felt absolutely dreadful about your parting words, and another part felt still angry about being compared to his godly ex.

He hit a nerve, and he knew it.

It hurt being compared to someone you could never reach in both terms of power and his devotion. In truth, you didn't want much of the latter, but more wished that he saw you the same way that you saw him: the slightly lame but charismatic nerd that you came to slowly like over the last few weeks. Being compared to her brought up something within you. It was only a reminder that - bomb or not - his heart belonged to the weave incarnation in every single way, even in love. Even if that love came to tell him to end himself in such a cruel manner.

You wince recalling the conversation, the way his face twisted, hurt as you walked away wishing him well in his mission.

You did not mean to say those words. In truth, you were still firm on the belief that there must be something you guys could do about it.

There must be a way to avoid it. The party has already beaten up a good amount of enemies, so what can a dumb tentacle cult do?

But alas, Gale remained frigid in his stance. It drove you crazy to see him drop everything, even his life, at her mention. It was as if Gale himself didn't matter, that he was just but a useful pawn to her game. One that would willingly give himself up for the other chess pieces.

And it killed you.

A deep sigh escapes your mouth as you feel the wind pass over you. Were you on better terms with him, you both would have enjoyed this peaceful moment.

You missed it. You missed him.

~~~

Meanwhile, the wizard in question laid back in his tent's bedroll. He felt the morning sun as it peeked through the closed tent flaps straight into his vision. He did not mind it, however, as he was currently too busy considering the effects of invoking duplicity and having it slap across his face.

Maybe then it would feel better than the indifference in your eyes every time you glanced in his direction.

How could he have compared you to Mystra Herself?

He screams internally at himself.

It was unfair, to put them up against an overpotent goddess...

His thoughts did not focus on the essence of Mystra's divinity itself, however. Hell, in his eyes, you shone brighter than her. You were beautiful, absolutely enchanting. He would often find himself completely dumbfounded trying to find sufficient words to describe your brilliance.

Through the long journey, he came to fall in love with your essence, your small quirks. He liked to watch as you picked up every book you came to find only to read it later at camp, your extensive lust for exploration, the times when you secretly performed acts of kindness when you thought no one was not looking. He wanted to see more of it, wished to know you more. After a long time of solitude and isolation, he found himself craving to learn everything about you, to see the way you looked at him sometimes, and to hold you the same way you both did when sharing that moment in the weave.

But he had to go and - for lack of a better word - blow it all up.

He snorts over his own thoughts.

Of course, you were mad at him. It made sense. Your words had hurt him as much, but he was the one to first cast the spell. He didn't mean to say you were nothing for him. Mystra, the weave itself, has been all he has known his whole life. Ever since he was a child, he had revolved around the verse of magic, and when given this mission, he could not help but immediately accept it. Why, wasn't it his life's calling to devote himself to the weave?

He closed his eyes. Letting his mind wander around his memories of you, of your features.

That all came to change when you came into his life. You, who saw him as Gale Dekarios, not as the grand wizard that everyone expected him to be.

He had once yearned for divinity, for power just to be able to stand next to Her side...

But with you, he did not need to.

Just to sit next to you when having a meal at camp, laughing as you both watch Scratch playfully pull on Withers' clothes. The creases in your eyes as you smiled and the merry sound of your voice filled something in him, and the way you would treat him just as anyone else without any judgment or disdain had him completely whipped.

That's what made him worried. How could something so simple be so perfect at the same time? How do even small accidental touches of his hand with yours have him sparkle with electricity more than he ever was with the spells of the scrolls he poured over?

Gale sights to himself.

So yes, you are not Mystra. But just as you didn't see him for his power, he saw you for who you were. In his eyes, you were so much more than her, and that's what he came to realize as soon as those words came out of his mouth that day. Unfortunately, they left an aftertaste of the wrong meaning.

...

Maybe he should go with the slapping idea. Or maybe better, let him punch himself in the gut the way you could have done when you both shared that moment in the weave.

He chuckled bitterly.

It's only been a few days, but he missed it. He missed you.

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-To be Continued-

Thought I might let this simmer for a bit as I like it quite a lot, haha. Your tags and comments have seriously made my week and I'm glad everyone likes this as much as I :> I'm not really a writer but I've got hyped up and wanna think of the last part throughoutly. Anyways, I hope you guys liked this one!

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