#but I did go to hell with Wyll and Karlach

[dapperenby13]

I would just like to state for the record that my top three bg3 characters are 1. Karlach 2. Lae’zel 3. Minthara.

Yes I do realize that I just like the scary ladies who do a lot of damage in battle, this is because I have taste.

[slayerdurge]

the brainrot is telling me to do an evil karlach origin play through

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

My partner finally finished BG3 but has no idea that his ending was actually bad cause he was a pro-Vlaakith githyanki who rode off with Lae'zel but got NO EPILOGUE where Withers points out y'all died im 😭😭😭

they have no idea what happened with Gale or anyone else (who was still alive) after flying away 🙃🙃🙃

[lelianaslefthand]

asta-.... i shant say it....

[Image ID: Lyrics from Frankenstein by Rina Sawayama. Put me together, thread a needle / So I'm like other people, without all of the evil (ah, ah, ah) / I'm trying to be normal, but trauma is immortal / And none of this is your fault (ah, ah, ah) / Oh, my God, this is so unbearable / Make it stop, this is more than medical / All I want is to feel beautiful inside and out. /.End ID]

[unluckiestmember]

Baldur's Gate 3 X Innocent! Reader

Characters: Astarion Ancunin, Shadowheart, Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep, Lae'zel, Wyll Ravengard, Karlach and Halsin

Tags: friends to lovers, acquittances to lovers, in denial, overprotective, fluff, indirect kisses, Gale being Gale, fake love (until it's not), established relationship and innocence.

Warning: SFW. Light suggestive themes.

A/N: Yes, your eyes do not deceive you. No, I'm still in a chokehold-

Astarion Ancunin

“Well aren’t you just the cutest thing ever? I could just eat you right up, darling~.”

When he first met you, Astarion knew you were an easy target. A nice meal he could exploit, especially if you’re a virgin, and a great pawn for the road ahead. He would deliver sweet nothings to you in hopes of sleeping in your bed and drinking from the pure blood that coursed through your veins. But as time continued, as you showed how sweet you were, the pale elf found himself genuinely falling for you.

He wanted to protect you from the world around both of you and bite anyone who tried to hurt you. He’d even hesitate on feeding from you out of fear he’d hurt you or expose himself to your pained gasps. You were his precious jewel he couldn’t afford to be taken from him or tainted in any way. With everyone else, he’s still a flirtatious and snarky vampire spawn. But around you, he will always be a sweet man who wants to make sure you’re okay. His princess/prince… That being said, don’t expect him to stop flirting with you. He adores when you get flustered.

Shadowheart

“Stand behind me! I don’t want you to get hurt! Just do as I say, okay?!”

At first Shadowheart thought you weren’t real. That there was no way in the nine hells that there was someone as pure as you. She genuinely thought your personality was a charade. So she watched you carefully, waiting for you to show your true colors in the form of berating someone or betraying one of the campers. But you never did. You always stayed true to yourself.

When she realized that you were probably the most modest person in your motley crew, the Shar Worshipper became attracted to you. She spent more time with you and suddenly felt like she needed to take care of you along your adventure together. Similar to Astarion, Shadowheart tries to be ever so gentle with you, never using pain in bed and out of bed unless you approve of her actions when she asks for permission. It’s evident to everyone she cares deeply for you and wouldn’t mind spending her life with you.

Gale Dekarios

“It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen the embodiment of happiness. Who knew I would find that in you?”

You had Gale’s heart as soon as you said hi to him. It didn’t take long for this man to turn into putty around you nor to become friends with you. And he fell in love when you always gave him magical objects without hesitation. Asking him if he’s alright and stroking his head after he eats his weave? He was swooned. The closer you two became, the more the wizard would share his life with you like an open book and offer any kind of lesson in magic to you.

It didn’t take long for him to admit he had romantic feelings for you, leading to you to become a couple. At camp, he is a gentleman, always asking if you need anything in between kisses to your cheek and becoming bashful with you when you bless his ears with your giggles. Outside of camp, he’s focused on you, making sure no one lays a finger or spell on that cute head of yours. You bring the best out of Gale and make him the happiest man in all of the realms.

Lae’zel

“G’lyck. If you’re hurt, then go to the ghustil… Hurry up or I’ll drag you to her myself.”

You were a liability to Lae’zel. Always getting hurt? Never killing your enemies? Checking up on everyone over yourself? She wanted nothing more than to throw you to the wolves so you wouldn’t ruin the group’s odds of survival. She hated you with a flaming passion. She hated how you always asked if she was okay. How you always treated her wounds after a battle and dare to kiss her injuries better. How you cowered behind her during combat.. And especially how you made her heart flutter when you slept across from her by the campfire, watching your cute face in a state of peace…

If it was up to her, she’d kick you out of the camp for what you’ve done to her. She swears it. But for now? She guesses she’ll keep you around for a little longer. Besides, she knows without her you’d die out there. You need her and she needs you.

Wyll Ravengard

“Don’t fret now, I won’t let them lay a finger on you, not when the Blade of Frontiers is right by your side.”

Wyll always wanted to have a romance like fairy tales. Save a fair princess or prince from their troubles like a knight in shining armor while slaying dragons. To meet someone who was the sweetest thing alive and experience real happiness with them by his side. So when he met you, you can bet he felt like he won the jackpot! He found your bashful nature and careless personality to be a breath of fresh air, especially when he was punished by Mizora.

At first you were a great friend, but when you took care of him, polished his horns and always checked if he was alright after fights, true love sprung between you two. It didn’t take long for him to confess his feelings to you and take your hand as your boyfriend. From that day forward, he’s been your savior on and off the battlefield when he wasn’t your sweet lover that showered you in compliments and kisses. You are positive that with Wyll you are bound to have a happily ever after.

Karlach

“Aww, you’re so adorable I just wanna squish your cheeks and hug you forever!... I can?! Well, come here, you!”

It was love at first sight between you and Karlach. After you splashed her with water and made sure she was okay, the barbarian’s heart was in your hands. She was so used to meeting backstabbers, manipulators and liars that she wasn’t sure there were any good people left. But you proved her wrong and she was so happy you did. Because of you, she made it her sole mission to get infernal iron so she could touch you.

When she couldn’t, she would share indirect kisses with you using rocks and even gift you her teddy bear Clive when you couldn’t hold her. And when she finally was able to touch you, she held you as if her life depended on it. There isn’t a moment where you two are not touching in and out of camp. You make her feel alive again in more ways than one and to her you are her soulmate. She loves you so much and will do anything to make sure you know that.

Halsin

“If you were a part of nature’s divine design, then you are a pure ray of sunshine given by the Oak Father.”

Halsin immediately gave you his trust and respect when you saved him without a reason to. It didn’t help that he also found you to be adorable with how nervous you got around him and how you stuttered a bit. With how you were, the druid quickly grew an interest in you, wanting to be beside you and feel your skin against his. He loved how you were so considerate when he wild shaped, petting his head and playing with him effortlessly.

In the wilderness, you were something like his mate, always protected by foes and checked for injuries. If there were any, he would bandage them as quickly as he could and carry you the rest of the way back to camp. When everything was settled, he’d immediately cuddle you as himself or as a bear. You were perfect in every way to him and for that, he would be your sole protector no matter what.

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[meanbossart]

what was the destiny of wyll in your durge "canon" run? I mean this karlach piece made me really sad (in a good way its beautiful art as always) and got curious of how wyll's story ended. I mean since the "happiest" end we can get to karlach is having wyll going with her to avernus.

(Obligatory disclaimer that shouldn't be obligatory: My interpretations of these characters are my own, and are painted by the types of stories *I* find interesting. I'm not interested in being correct, only in having fun with the fiction.)

Wyll was there! But earlier in the release of the game you couldn't suggest that he join her in Avernus. You either went with her yourself, or allowed her to die - which, to be honest, I kind of like and feel as if that outcome fits in best with the themes of the game, hence why I haven't changed it despite how you're now able to save her that way. That said, this does mean that my Wyll is a man who did not make that offer, which is something I take into account for his character.

He did survive the entirety of the game and technically got everything that he wanted. He broke his contract with Mizora (at DU Drow's behest, bafflingly enough) AND still got to see his father safe and sound. I think he stays behind to help rebuild Baldur's Gate and follow in his father's footsteps - he remains set on his front of heroism but goes on to become more of a politic's man.

DU drow's perception of Wyll is probably the most enmeshed with my own intepretation of his character. Wyll puzzles me. I understand there was some tribulation behind his development which might be at fault, but his one-noteness is so well-performed that it can feel purposeful. I spent the whole game looking forward to that moment in his character's arc when he finally cracked - when he reveals the rogue justiciar's attitude to have been a facade this whole time, and how angry he is that the world (his world - Baldur's Gate, his father) doesn't see him how he sees himself - like one of the protagonists in the story books he read as a child. I wish he told you that, could he go back, he would have set the city ablaze.

But he never does that. He doesn't really go through a ton (if any) development. if anything he feels more and more helpless as the game goes on - which could make for a VERY interesting character, had that been explored.

And, minus the complexities, that's kind of the view DU drow had of him. All bark and no bite and someone who remained so strangely passive before his own fate that it frustrated him to the point of action. Of COURSE you want to break your contract with Mizora, are you crazy? Oh, your dad is here? Okay, fine, we'll get him I guess, maybe he'll talk some sense into you. You believe in some sort of fairy-tale undead dragon who will save the city? Fine, lets go take a look, maybe when you realize that isn't real you will finally snap out of this stupor you exist in.

This of course very much reflects my own desire to see what the hell Wyll's deal was by actually going through with his storyline, but retroactively it did also introduce this aspect of DU drow's character that wasn't there before - of a guy who will sometimes decide to do whats best for you out of spite.

Anyways. They don't get along.

[scratchandfriends]

Such a Tease (+18)

Pairing: Wyll Ravengard x Female Tav

WC: 3700 LMAO I blacked out

Synopsis: You decide to mercilessly tease Wyll after a close, embarrassing encounter and it kind of ruins his life. That is, until Astarion gives him some pointers on how to get back at you.

Warnings: A LOT OF PLOT AND A LOT OF PORN. Dirty talk and tons of it, teasing, unprotected sex (don't do that), creampies (also not that), breeding, fingering, mirror sex, p in v sex, dom-ish Wyll, I'm tired of writing him as a sexless loser but he canonically is a sexless loser and is the reason I love him so... we make due.

*not proofread I'm on edibles*

— — 

“What a wretched place… I can’t believe Astarion actually lived here…” Wyll remarks as the two of you creep further into Cazador’s palace, searching for any clues to find your way to the ritual. 

“Yeah, well, it’s not like he did so willingly.” You roll your eyes as you bumped a dusty end table around, examining it for any signs of a trap or hidden switch. “Not everyone laid their head on designer, silk pillowcases, Ravengard.” 

Wyll scoffed as he tapped on the individual bricks of an exposed stone wall, searching for a loose one. 

“You know damn well I haven’t been back to the city in years. But that’s not my point. I was just saying I hope we can get out of here as soon as possible, it’s sucking the life out of me.” Wyll gently prodded further along the dimly lit dungeon corridor, careful not to trigger any floor traps. 

“I don’t like the aura of doom and gloom either, but it’s important to Astarion so I guess we have to just make quick business of this vampire lord.” You search the seams in the walls for anything out of place. You and Wyll meet at a dead end  after searching your respective sides of the corridor. 

You step to the middle of the corridor and turn back to whence you came. 

“Well we might as well go back and try another passage.” You comment. 

You feel Wyll follow closely behind you. 

“And if we don’t find-“ Wyll begins but is halted by a *click* beneath your feet. 

“Ah!” You scream as the floor beneath you gives way, causing both you and Wyll to fall into a cramped hole deep in the floor. 

“Ooof!”

“Oww!”

It’s pitch black other than the dim orange glow of candle light above your heads. 

You wiggle around, feeling the wooden wall in front of you and Wyll’s padded armor against your back. 

“Shit… Hello!? Gale!? Karlach?!” You cry out once you realize you can’t get your arms high enough to reach the ridge of the trapdoor you had just fallen down. 

Nothing. 

“Hells… some predicament this is…” You hear a low voice from right behind you. Rough hands had instinctively made their way to your abdomen during the fall. Wyll was lodged right behind you in the tiny cavern, hands locked against your stomach. 

“Can’t you cast something to get us out of this?” You gasp exasperatedly. 

“It’s been a long day and I can’t even move my hands… the prospect of magic working down here like this is slim…” Wyll explains. 

“If you hadn’t walked around like you owned the place we wouldn’t be stuck here…” You huff out, annoyed. 

“I’ll have you know I-“ Wyll begins to retort. 

“HELLO? TAV? WYLL?” The distant voice of Gale came from above you. 

“We’re down here!” You call upwards. 

“Hmm… I can’t seem to find a switch to pull the floor back up.. we’re going to have to go back and get Astarion.” Gale comments. 

“And how long is that going to take?!” You cry out, irritated. 

“He’s just at the other end of the castle, soldier, no need to get your undies in a knot!” You hear Karlach say from above you. “We’ll be back in a jiffy, promise!” 

You sigh. 

You hear two sets of footsteps prod quickly away from you. 

Fingertips graze up your armor. It tickles. You flinch.

“Stop that.” You scold. 

“I can’t help it, it’s the only place for my hands to move.” Wyll responds, frustrated. 

“Ok well stop moving them!” You say angrily. 

“I’m trying, my fingers are going numb!” Wyll chirps back. 

You sigh again. 

You stand stoically still. 

“They’ll be back with Astarion soon, and we can get out of this.” You state plainly. 

“Right. Of course.” Wyll says. 

5 minutes go by…

Your hips begin to ache in the tight quarters, so you start to shift yourself onto the balls of your feet in order to change the pressure on your joints. You give your knees a break for minute before shifting back to your toes. 

Did you hear a groan?

“Stop fucking moving…” Wyll softly moans. “Hells..” 

“What the hells.. are you-“ You shift your weight onto your other leg and you feel it. “Oh..”

You felt a new, hard bulge was pressing itself between the cheeks of your butt as you leaned up against the wooden wall before you. 

“Wyll you can’t be serious…” You scoff a bit. 

“You act like I have any control of this…” Wyll hesitates. “… sort of thing…” He says through gritted teeth.

“We could be killed by a vampire lord any second and you’re rock solid right now… You really can’t handle being this close to a woman, Ravengard?” You tease. 

“Of course I can. It just so happens that your ass is exactly where.. well..” 

“Where what? Where you want it?” You smirk and look over your shoulder as far as you can.

“HEY! SOLDIER!” Karlach’s voice explodes down the trap shaft and you both look up instinctively. “FANGS IS HERE TO SAVE YOU!” 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“Oh you goody-two-shoes-idiots. This is the least secretive of all the traps here. Of course you’re stuck. If I had half a mind I’d let you rot down here…” Astarion jests. He peers over the two of you with a smug look on his face. 

“Shut up. You get us out of here and we kill Cazador.” You roll your eyes. You lift your arms up in anticipation. “I don’t think you’ll have the advantage without us.” 

“And you have to admit seeing him take an Eldritch Blast to the face would be very satisfying.” Wyll adds. 

— — 

Cazador was dead. Duke Ravengard was alive. You had freed Wyll from his pact. Many celebrations were in order for the group, but you were exhausted. Surviving the explosion from the Iron Throne and saving the poor gnomes had taken a toll on your physicality as well as your mental state. 

The party raged around you on the top floor of the Elf Song Tavern. You consider going to sleep but the open bottles of wine and grain alcohol on the table in the far corner of the suite were beckoning you. You were celebrating and tomorrow is never promised, especially in these interesting times. You saunter over to the liquor and pour yourself a shot of clear alcohol. You silently toast to yourself before throwing back the shot. The liquid burns your throat and you wince, letting out a harsh breath. 

“Whew!” You exclaim, caught off guard by the potency of the liquor. 

“I see our fearless leader is enjoying the spoils of her successes.” A voice comes from behind you and you turn around. 

Wyll is approaching you with an empty wine goblet in hand. 

“Coming back to cop another feel, Blade of Avernus?”  You chide. 

 Wyll blushes and looks to his feet. 

“I- of course not- I-” Wyll struggles to find his words. “It was merely a physiological reaction to adrenaline and stimulation, and I’d prefer if we just-“ He fumbles over himself making excuses as to why being pressed up against you had made him so hard so easily. 

“Oh, no?” You pour yourself another drink. “A shame really…” 

“A s-shame? What is?” Wyll stutters out and finally meets your gaze again. 

You take another shot before taking a step towards him, getting so close that your chests are almost touching. 

“I mean, it’s a shame you weren’t here to get another handful of me.” You say with a smirk and lower your voice to a sultry whisper. “I was really hoping to use those horns as handlebars as I ride your tongue…” 

Wyll’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull. He knew you were crass, but he had never had a woman come onto him so strongly and it was causing his brain to malfunction. 

“I- Tav- You-“ He sputters. 

“Wyll, I wanted to-“ another voice interjects from a few paces away. 

Wyll is snapped out of his trace and his head turns in the direction of his father who was making his way towards the two of you. His bewildered expression was not lost on the duke. 

“Sorry- am I interrupting?” Duke Ravengard asks. 

“No no! I was just heading off to bed.” You wave off the question. “I’m sure you two have a lot to catch up on. Goodnight, gentlemen.” You give a polite nod before trotting to your stateroom and leaving the duo by the bar. 

“She seems like a fine woman.” Wyll’s father comments once you’ve made your exit. 

“Yes- I mean, she’s certainly something.” Wyll is still staring off in the direction of the corner you rounded before you disappeared to your room. 

“Could make a fine duchess some day…” 

“Father, please.” Wyll bemoans. 

“I’m just saying…” 

— — 

It was like you lived inside his head. 

Your playful raunchiness was no longer something he ignored, but something that set his heart (and loins) ablaze. You had put that image in his head against his will and now his thoughts were consumed by the other filthy things you could promise to do to him. It was improper, but he couldn’t help it. Wyll couldn’t stop thinking of how you’d look underneath him, flushed and sweaty as you spilled more raunchy words to him from your sinful lips. 

He still couldn’t tell if you were serious or just fooling with him for the fun of it. He laid awake at night picturing your naked body atop him gleaning pleasure from his flesh… but you were both so different from one another, would he know the first thing about giving you what you desire? Should he act on these urges or stifle them further?

The next night Wyll takes a chance and confides in a companion about his struggles. 

“I don’t know why she’s teasing me like this. How am I supposed to respond? I don’t know the first thing about the art of seduction.” 

“From what it sounds like she doesn’t need to be seduced any further. What was it that she said to you, again?” Astarion muses as he swirls the red wine in his glass. 

“She said she..” Wyll looks around the seating area at the tavern and makes sure no one else was listening. “… wanted to ride my tongue.” He blushes slightly having to repeat Tav’s filthy words. 

Astarion giggles. 

“Gods, Wyll, and you didn’t haul her over your shoulder and carry her off to bed that instant? You showed much more restraint than I would have. Well, now that I think about it, that might be a ride you wouldn’t survive. She’s a spitfire.” Astarion comments. 

“And that’s what’s stopping me!” Wyll groans as he sets his tankard down on the coffee table. “I can’t possibly be able to handle… all of that. Not in the way she wants, surely…” 

“Don’t sell yourself short! You’re basically prince charming!” Astarion grins and takes a big gulp of wine from his glass. “You’re good with words, and it seems like she enjoys a fair bit of dirty talk… just add some spice to your usual flowery language, maybe that’ll work. And if it doesn’t, you’ll still get your cock wet in the process. Sex is like wine, even bad wine is still good.” Astarion says as he drains his cup. 

Wyll sighs and rolls his eyes. 

“I don’t think I can live if I thoroughly embarrass myself intimately with someone I have to spend the foreseeable future with… maybe even longer than that…”

“Longer? Goodness, Wyll, you have a crush!” Astarion lets out another mischievous cackle. 

“I am a grown man, I do not have a crush.” Wyll scoffs. 

“Well, if you’re such a grown man, go up to her room and handle your business. I’m tired of hearing you complain that a beautiful woman wants to cum violently on your face. My sympathy for you is waning. Get up there and give her a taste of her own medicine.” Astarion states firmly, growing bored of Wyll’s moping.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” Wyll chugs his drink to gain bit of liquid courage and slams the empty cup down on the table. “I might… need some pointers first…” He says sheepishly. 

“You’ve certainly come to the right place.” Astarion says with a devilish grin. “Pass me the wine… and take notes.” 

— — 

You stood in front of the large mirror in the corner of your rented room brushing the tangles out of your long hair. The short blue nightgown you wore dusted the tops of your thighs and dipped low between your ample breasts. 

*knock knock*

“I’m tired, Astarion. Can’t you find an unassuming barn animal tonight?” You call out, still facing the mirror and combing your hair. 

You hear the door open and shut. The lock clicks. You see a figure appear behind you in the mirror, but it’s not who you expected. The horned man locks eyes with you through the mirror, still a comfortable distance away. His brows are furrowed as he rakes his eyes over your exposed legs and cleavage. 

“Oh if it isn’t my sweet, newly-free warlock.” You smile. “You look troubled. I saw Mizora skulking around downstairs, still. Is she bothering you?” You finish preening and toss the comb onto the wooden nightstand. 

“No.” Wyll seems serious as he approaches you from behind. “It would seem a different temptress has been plaguing me as of late…” 

“And whoever could that be?” You giggle playfully. 

Wyll comes close enough to you that his chest grazes against your back. 

“Hmm… I think you might have an idea.” He murmurs into your neck, lips not touching your skin, but close enough you feel his hot breath on your sensitive flesh. A tingle runs down your spine. “It’s someone who has been incessantly hells bent on torturing me for days now…” His head cranes upwards to meet your eyes in the mirror. “Sound like someone you might know?” His eyebrows raise in question. 

“I can’t say I’ve heard of anyone matching that description-“ You smirk but you’re startled by hands suddenly grasping your hips. “Oh!” 

With your bodies pressed together now, Wyll gently nuzzles his nose into the shell of your ear and draws circles on your skin through your night dress with his thumbs, bunching up the fabric in the process. 

“Oh, no? You haven’t?” He chides. “That’s a shame, then…” He says in a mocking tone, voice both sweet and arousing in your ear. You feel you feel your lower lips begin to dampen and you let out a shaky breath. 

“And why’s that?” You manage to get out, still trying to maintain your confident facade. 

Wyll snickers a bit. 

“Well, if I were to find the person who has been doing this… well I’d like to have some words with them…” He says slowly as his fingertips dust the tops of your exposed thighs, causing your skin to prickle with excitement. 

“And what might those words be? Out of curiosity?” You ask, watching the way the candles illuminate his strong arms wrapped around your body, his skin flushing a deep brown-burgundy in this light. 

“I’d tell her…” Wyll’s eyes flit up to the mirror to meet yours again, nose still pressed at your ear. “That I was going to give her exactly what she wanted.” Wyll pulls on your hips and grinds his throbbing erection into your backside through his pants. It felt quite as large as it did when you had felt it before, just like this. “I’d tell her that I would bend her in half and bury my cock in her cunt so deep, that she’d feel me in her chest.” Wyll punctuates last word with his right hand slipping between your thighs and cupping your sex.

You feel your hole clench involuntarily, pushing out a gush of slick onto Wyll’s fingertips. He slides his first two fingers up through your folds, dragging your wetness up to your clit and started to rub softly. “I’d say how I would make her scream my name until her throat wore dry…” He thrusts two fingers into your twitching hole and you gasp. He curls them immediately to begin pulling and tapping on that sweet spot inside of you. 

“Wyll!” You say breathlessly.

“Yes, yes just like that. I’d also tell her that I was going to fill her up so well, that’d she’d feel me  dripping out of her for days.” 

You find yourself being on the edge of climax embarrassingly quickly. Wyll’s foul mouth and nimble hands were quickly hurtling you towards the peak of your pleasure. Your knees buckle as your cunt clenches down on his fingers. You moan lewdly and grip his forearm. 

“Look at yourself.” Wyll’s left hand cradles the back of your head and tilts it upwards from where it was resting against his shoulder. “A wet, little mess creaming my fingers…” Wyll clicks his tongue. “Not much to say now, dear?” 

You had to admit, it was quite the sight. Your body leaning fully into Wyll’s larger one, cunt on full display in front of the mirror as Wyll punished it with his fingers. Your brows were scrunched together in pure pleasure, you were so close to the edge you could barely be embarrassed at the wet squelching sounds emanating from your lower half. 

“I-I-I’m going to- Wyll, gods!” You pant. 

He keeps the exact same pace of his fingers and grinds his palm into your clit. Your vision blurs as you cry out. Wave after wave of pleasure overtake you as you orgasm onto Wyll’s hand, your release coating his palm. 

“That’s a good girl…” He coos into your ear and your eyes flutter closed, pussy clenching again at his praise. His hand slips from within you and moves to pull your night shirt over your head. After he drops it to the floor, he picks you up and tosses you softly against the pillows on your bed. 

Still in a daze, your chest heaves as you watch him undress. 

“I should have wound you up ages ago.” You say with a lighthearted chuckle. 

“I couldn’t agree more.” Wyll smirks as he climbs onto the bed and slots himself between your legs on his knees. “Now respectfully, love, shut up and keep being good for me.” He rubs his member up and down your slit, collecting your wetness and nudging your clit with each stroke.

You had never seen this side of him before… had your constant teasing finally broken him? 

You were drawn out of your thoughts by the head of Wyll’s cock breaching your soaked entrance. You were wet and open for him, so he met no resistance. You still whined at the sudden stretch, his girth being much larger than just his two fingers. He pressed further, groaning deeply when he was finally sheathed fully inside of you. 

He thrusts gently, getting you used to his intrusion. When you start to keen and arch your back in want, he speeds up his pace. He places his hands under your knees and pushes them back into your chest. He leans over you, hitting you perfectly deep in your favorite spot. You moan loudly, not caring who else in the suite could hear the evidence of your coupling. 

Instead of hammering into you, Wyll ground his hips into yours, base of his sex rubbing against your clit with every moment. He pants heavily above you as he massages his cock into the spot that makes you see stars. He presses his forehead to yours and you cup his face desperately in your hands, gasping and pulling for air in your lungs. 

He presses in further to kiss you. You eagerly respond by slipping your tongue into his mouth, trying to focus on the kiss but the feeling of his throbbing member against your insides caused your movements against his lips to be sloppy. 

“I-I—a-again-“ You gasp out against Wyll’s mouth, unable to form real words due to your proximity to another climax. 

“I know, me too…” Wyll grunts as he humps harder into you, his grip on your thighs now bruising. “Cum with me…” 

“F-fill me, please!” You cry out as you peak, needing to feel him shoot his release deep inside your womb. “Ah!” Tears of pleasure splatter from your rapidly blinking lashes as your cunt spasms harshly around Wyll’s cock. 

“You’re mine…” You hear Wyll growl before a particularly powerful thrust of his hips into yours. You sigh as you feel the twitches of release inside of your walls. Wyll’s groans turn to whines as he finishes spending himself inside of you. He stills for a moment then releases your legs. He pulls out of your still-clenching hole softly before collapsing at your side breathlessly. Cum seeps from your entrance, messing the sheets beneath you. 

“I didn’t think you had it in you.” You jest as you curl yourself into Wyll’s heaving chest. “That was… incredible.” You look up at him with a soft smile. 

“It was, wasn’t it?” He returns the smile and cards his fingers through your hair, pushing back your mussed strands so he could get a better look at you in your post-coital daze. He kisses your lips gently. “Now are you done riling me up like that?” He asks. 

“If it brings out that side of you… I can’t make any promises.” You smirk as you hook your leg over his hip, bringing you even closer together. “Where does a Grand Duke’s son learn to talk like that?” You muse, trailing his chiseled jaw with your pointer finger. 

“From a certain ill-intended vampire.” He admits. 

“Gods, why didn’t I put it together sooner!” You laugh, kissing Wyll’s nose affectionately. “Remind me to thank him later.” 

“I don’t think we need to inflate his ego any further…” Wyll says with a grin. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip. “Now… how would you feel about being a Grand Duchess?”

— — — 

a/n - THIS IS MY WYLL MAGNUM OPUS BYE MOM I LOVE HIM

[normal-thoughts-official]

karlach has to stop jokingly saying she wants something because wyll "hopeless romantic" "eager to please" ravengard always takes it way too seriously. they enter the mason's guild and she's like "maybe we'll find a nice big hammer for karlach" and wyll painstakingly collects every single hammer they find in there and presents it to her when they're resting catalogued by size and sturdiness and hand tested "although of course my technique can't hold a candle to yours, my love" and when she tries to tell him that was mostly a joke and those hammers aren't as good for fighting as the actual warhammer she already has he looks so dejected and disappointed she simply has to fight with some rusty lumphammer for a week. she's like "I'd like to dance a waltz" and at the end of the day wyll has somehow spontaneously learned how to summon an orchestra and decorated the whole camp. how did he do that? he was out fighting cultists the whole day! she has no clue but he did and by the gods is he going to waltz her until he physically cannot anymore. she almost regrets saying she wanted a hug so many times because now whenever they have free time he's all over her like a koala (she loves it). etc etc. it only gets worse in avernus too. "wyll i know i said i wished there was a banquet but we're in literal hell you didn't have to procure a chef" "id do it a thousand times over to see you smile". etc. all of this is canon btw the devs told me so in a dream

[amnestria-the-elf]

So we're all just supposed to be fucking grateful that Larian gave us "new Wyll content" (evil ending for a man who is canonically incorruptible, what the fuck) and simultaneously broke him again (giving low approval greetings to a romanced PC, what the fuck).

I... I just... the simultaneous feelings of rage and utter hopelessness are overwhelming.

Listen, if you've read any of my posts you know I have a pretty clear "Don't yuck anyone's yum" policy. If you think an evil Wyll ending is interesting, fine. But here's why it falls flat for me.

First, like I said above, Wyll is canonically incorruptible. It's literally the entire basis of his character. He is a man who was coerced into making an infernal contract to save a city and had to pay a horrible price for doing so, then spent seven fucking years alone in the wilderness doing his damned best to protect the people of the Sword Coast, while all along telling his horrible, abusive patron to just fuck off already.

Now, could you argue that during the events of the game, Wyll develops a taste for evil? Sure. There are plenty of opportunities for his villain origin story to unfold. But they never do. His moral compass never wavers. Turned into a devil? He feels shame, because it's an outward sign that he was doing things for Mizora that were morally wrong, and he didn't see it before. His approval rating for the PC shoots through the roof if you save Karlach, a sure indicator of his true moral compass. His father kidnapped? Fuck that noise, we're gonna save him. Rescue Zariel's "asset"? Ugh, fine, but don't get distracted from the real reason we're here. His father gets tadpoled? Oh hells no, we're gonna take down these assholes and save the godsdamned world. His father accuses him of being an agent of a devil and is super pissy about it? "Everything I did, I did for the people of the Sword Coast."

For fuck's sake, he will leave the party if the PC gets too evil, even knowing it means he'll probably turn into a mindflayer immediately. Even if he's romancing the PC. Unwavering moral compass. So giving him an evil ending without also going back and changing everything about his character just feels like lazy writing to me.

Which brings me to the second reason all of this rubs the wrong way. Wyll deserves so much more content. More romanced greetings, more reactions to other characters' choices, a final boss battle that is actually about him, a default ending that actually makes fucking sense (I have another post cooking about the Avernus ending, so I will leave it for now.)

And please, spare me your "But Wyll was rewritten after early access" bullshit. That's Larian's problem. They chose to listen to feedback and do a late-stage rewrite. They then chose to implement it poorly and never fucking fix it. Other characters, who already have far more content than Wyll, have had even more added over the course of the seven released patches. Wyll, on the other hand, has been sitting around completely ignored until now when we get this evil ending.

Many have rightfully pointed out the inherent racism steeped in all of this. I want Larian to be better. But as Maya Angelou said, "When someone shows you who they are, believe them." I already didn't have much hope about Patch 7 for Wyll, but this... honestly, this is worse than him just being ignored again.

The thing that kills me the most is that this is just going to be more fodder for the fandom to completely mischaracterize Wyll, for those who already haven't bothered to think critically about his character at all to just be like, oh, cool, Wyll is evil now. Nope. You've completely missed the point.

I'm just... so tired. I've worked very hard to put this little bubble of Wyll enthusiasts around me (hi friends I love you all!) so that I can hold on to some shred of sanity in this fandom. The world needs heroes of color. Just let Wyll be the hero in peace.

[rainbow-femme]

Of all the companion pairings, I hadn’t expected Wyll/Karlach being my favorite but I just love the dynamic

Because obviously you’ve got the whole thing of him wanting to kill her because he thought she was evil and then realized she was also a victim and was willing to be turned into a demon because he wasn’t willing to sacrifice an innocent person for himself, and her then being willing to stand up to the devils who want her dead on his behalf

But I also feel like as far as a relationship dynamic they would be a Prince Charming/damsel thing except they both think they’re the Prince Charming and the other is the damsel

Wyll lamenting how his endlessly kind wife who only wants to live a simple life where she is treated equally kindly was tricked, sold, had her heart replaced with an infernal engine that keeps her trapped in basically hell, and was forced to be the first line of attack for the devil who did this to her. Meanwhile behind him Karlach is looking at a locked metal gate and just decides to open it by bending the bars with her bare hands, melting the iron as she does because she has flames inside of her body

Karlach talking about her poor husband Wyll who gave up a comfortable life as the son of a duke to be entered into a devil’s pact and made into a homeless hero who would always protect people but never really get to exist as his own person outside of his pact and his folk hero perception. Meanwhile Wyll is eldritch blasting a demon in the face behind her with an entirely casual and unbothered look on his face

They fix Karlach to the point where she can leave Avernus and Wyll goes to his family and friends to prepare them for meeting her, telling them that she can be very sensitive and has gone through some rough times and grew up on the streets so she’s going to be more rough around the edges than they’re used to and it would probably upset her to come back home only to be made fun of, so please be kind. And in walks his 7 foot tall wife who is as wide as the door with her big giant muscles, battle ax strapped to her back, slapping Duke Ravengard on the shoulder and asking “How the hell are ya?”

Karlach goes to her old Baldur’s Gate friends and says she wants them to meet her husband but he’s the son of nobility and spent a long time living in that more polished world so he talks very formal and polite and isn’t really used to how they talk and interact so please don’t make fun of him if you think he speaks funny. And in walks the Blade of the Frontiers with a suspicious amount of not quite dried blood on his pants

They both think they’re the “They said no pickles” part of the relationship but actually if they asked for no pickles and were given pickles they would make eye contact with the person who did it while using their biggest two handed weapon to scrape the pickles off onto the floor

[sakiofwaterdeep]

(lowercase intended - tw: hints to abuse)

majority of the time when astarion gets all sassy and snappy, you ignore his remarks and his words, letting him have his drama and get it out of him. but sometimes, he can go far - too far. "astarion, im sorry i was just trying to help-"

it's evening at camp, and it's been a long day. exploring from where the goblins are you had come across a swamp in which there was a gur. astarion dealt with him of course but he'd been an absolute grump ever since then.

"Oh of course! It's always the same, you trying to help and be some hero - some sort of legendary tale in the making!" he snaps at you, turning to face you as the two of you stood by his tent.

"i'm not trying to upset you Astarion-"

"Oh, hells! give it over already! Acting like you're a saint-"

"im sorry, alright-"

"You're sorry? for what?" he stares you dead in the eye, a look you haven't seen on him yet, his eyes bore into you, almost cowering over you.

"for the monster hunter, i understand-" he's not letting you finish your sentences and it's getting too frustating.

"you understand now do you? You haven't lived for years and years in absolute pure shit - how in the hells could you ever understand?! You are nothing but- but a small pathetic wannabe saviour-" he's breathing heavy, and there's fire in his eyes but the stern look on his face stirs ever so slightly upon seeing the way you're looking at him right now. almost scared of him, tears brimming in your eyes. "you. know. nothing" you spit at him through a whisper before turning hot on your heel and storming away through the camp. all eyes are now on astarion, shadowheart and gale looking up from their books, glaring at astarion having heard everything. lae'zel pretending to not have heard whilst karlach and wyll are both looking a bit worriedly in the direction you left.

astarion just looks down, ignoring everyone and going back into his tent.

a few hours pass and others are asleep, but both you and astarion aren't. he finally gets the courage to find you, to which he does, not far from camp, sitting on the edge of a cliff rock, feet dangling, staring straight ahead - with tear stained cheeks.

"...may i?" your head snaps to astarion, and you quickly look away again, shrugging but moving slightly for him. he gingerly sits down next to you with a sigh, "darling, i-"

"you know i thought about what you said and yes, you lived through so much horror for almost 200 years but that doesn't mean that i didn't suffer" you say quietly with a big breath, eyes staring straight ahead, hands in your laps. the words rolled off your tongue quickly, like you'd been practising what to say for the past few hours.

"i know" astarion replies, pausing for a few moments, looking at you but you still looking away from him, "I think i got scared"

his words cause you to finally look at him, a bit confused, "scared?" you repeat, eyes a little furrowed. astarion can now see your red, almost swollen eyes from crying, you feel a bit embarrassed noticing his eyes flicker.

"yes, scared" he nods slowly and breathes out, his knee up - wavering at little, hands resting behind him resting on the rock, "i haven't had anyone care about me the way you did back there with that wretched gur. no one has stood up for me like that in well...years...maybe not ever. I didn't know how to react and now, i realise that perhaps maybe I didn't react correctly"

you raise your eyebrow at him, making a small face when he mentions 'maybe' but it is a fact that he reacted the way he did.

"okay, I didn't react correctly" he corrects himself, he's silent for a second, looking away and then looking toward you, his face softer than you'd probably ever seen it, "I'm sorry"

not once have you ever heard those two words slip out of his mouth before, you're not sure if he even had the ability to say them but he does, and his eyes repeat the meaning. you pause, nodding slowly, looking away for a few moments, "thank you"

the minute or so of silence that follows is comfortable, until astarion reaches over to the bottle of wine that sits next to you and takes a sip, quickly pulling a face. "gods, this is awful! remind me to never let you chose our drinks ever again"

you let out a small chuckle, "im sorry not all of us have such a refined rich palate. i just drink anything"

"yes, darling, i can tell" astarion replies, still drinking the wine he'd complained about seconds ago, nudging you with his shoulder lightly.

"such a dick" you laugh lightly, obviously joking, causing astarion to look amused in response.

and that's the night astarion goes to bed and realises that you're not like the others, you're not like cazador, you're certainly not out to get him - you actually care. and oh gods, maybe he cares for you in a different way.

[bg-brainrot]

Would You Still Love Me? (Astarion x Tav)

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Fits into Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Summary: When you ask the question, 'would you still love me if I were a worm?' Astarion's response surprises you in more ways than one.

Tags: POV Second Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, silly goofy mood, act 3 unascended Astarion

Word count: ~1.7k

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You’re chatting with Astarion over dinner at the Elfsong when a question strikes you. It’s an odd one, and you’re not sure if you should ask it. Your curiosity builds as you consider Astarion’s possible answers though and, by the next lull in conversation, you can’t help yourself.

“Astarion?” you ask, spearing a potato on your plate.

The vampire swirls his wine glass, watching the red liquid fall into place before answering, “Yes, dear?” 

“Would you still love me if I were a worm?” The question spills out of you, sounding even sillier than it did in your head.

Your lover blinks at you, as if he couldn’t possibly have heard that properly. But when your expression doesn’t change, your eye contact doesn’t drop, no admission of jest is to be seen, he finally says, “Darling, what kind of ludicrous question is that?”

“Well, would you?” you counter, pointing at him with your fork before popping the potato in your mouth.

His face grows pensive as he thinks. It’s a few seconds later before he asks a follow up question, “What type of worm?”

You finish chewing as you think of the worms you know. Not many admittedly– life in the city meant that free patches of earth are few and far between. So you answer the only worm that truly comes to mind, “The earthworm kind.”

“And I would know that it’s you?” he asks, leaning forward now. It seems like he’s invested in the question now, despite his initial reaction.

You nod, as if that’s a given. “Yes, you saw me transform.”

“Hells, I was hoping I could pretend not to know,” he says with a smirk. 

“Wicked man,” you retort, shooting him a responding smile.

Astarion’s face looks thoughtful again as he considers the developing situation. “Could I turn you back?”

Now you shake your head vehemently. What use was the exercise if magic would fix you? “No, nothing could turn me back. I’m simply a worm from now on.”

“Hmm, and are you certain that you would love me?” He raises an eyebrow at you in challenge, as if he’s cornered you in your own mischievous little game.

“Of course,” you answer immediately. “I don’t think my little worm brain would be able to think of much else.”

“How sweet… I think,” he says, cocking his head. You suppose it is, though you had meant it as fact. “Well then, one final question, if you would?”

You nod, gesturing for him to continue with your fork. “Go ahead, I’m an open book. Or worm, in this case.”

“How long do worms live?”

You blink, having not expected such a question from him– and truthfully also due to not knowing the answer. “I don’t know. Maybe Halsin would?”

Astarion locates the druid, sitting a few tables away talking to Wyll and Karlach. He raises his voice to be overheard in the din of the tavern. “Halsin, be a dear, how long do earthworms live?”

“A fantastic question, Astarion!” The druid’s voice carries easily with excitement. “It truly depends on the conditions of the worm, but anywhere from a few years up to eight years.”

You balk at that fact. A worm can live how long?

“I’m happy to tell you all about ideal soil conditions–”

Astarion cuts the man off with a loud, “Thank you!” Then he turns back to you. “Well, there you have it.”

“Have what?” you ask in response, confused at the turn in conversation.

“You would live at most eight years. I’m immortal, my love. I think I can manage less than a decade of loving a worm,” he says, rolling his eyes at you.

You’re not sure how to take the casual way that he speaks of your impending wormy death, but you find it oddly comforting to know that he would in fact still love you. You honestly hadn't expected that. “So you’d keep me around? Made sure I stayed healthy and safe?”

He nods, as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. “Naturally.”

You can’t help but laugh at the idea of him keeping you as a pet worm. It seems almost unbelievable. “You wouldn’t throw me into the nearest patch of dirt? Or worse yet, let a bird take me?”

“Gods below, dear,” Astarion responds, aghast, putting a hand over his heart as if he’s been truly, deeply offended. “I would never.” Then he gets a far off look in his eyes and adds, “Well, maybe never. I suppose it depends on if I needed you as bait. But I’m certain I would be able to rescue you after the fact.”

“I would allow it,” you say, with a short nod. “If you’re using me as bait, it’s likely for good reason.”

"And after you pass? I would miss you terribly of course," he says solemnly, with his most maudlin, tragic expression.

"You'd better. And I expect the best soil for my burial," you say, pointing your fork at him threateningly.

“Of course, darling,” he says, only the hint of his smile visible from behind his wine glass. He takes a sip and looks at you again. “Now, why would you ask such a thing?”

You shrug, entirely convinced it was just a passing thought. But, as you poke and prod at your food, you find yourself answering, “I don’t know. What if, before this all ends, something happens to me. I already come with my own scars and problems, gods know how much worse it can get.”

Astarion stares at you over his wine glass, processing what you've just said before responding, "My love, believe it or not, I'm a vampire. I have 'scars and problems' of my own. If you think that anything could happen to you that I wouldn't be able to handle, you'd be sorely mistaken."

You hadn't expected him to say such words so sincerely, and you find yourself a bit taken aback. You love each other, you'd said as much on the night Astarion had been freed from Cazador, but it still feels a bit intimidating to know how deep that love could run. Apparently earthworm deep.

The idea that this man, who would rather bathe in blood than touch an inch of dirt, would continue to love you? Well, despite the inane premise, you find the warmth in your heart to feel very real.

"What about you, darling?" he asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. "If I were to become a worm, what would you do?"

You answer quickly, "Easy. I would still love you, probably keep you on my person, and offer you blood or other sustenance when you need it."

Astarion looks at you aghast. "Sweet hells, do not put me in your pocket."

"And why not? I would be extremely careful, and then I would never lose you," you respond, explaining yourself logically. "Besides, even as a worm, who knows what kind of trouble you'd get yourself into."

"I should be saying that to you," he says, placing his wine glass on the table, serious now. "I can't believe you would put me in danger like that. I fully expect you to place me somewhere nice, like the lawn of some pampered Upper City noble."

You think about his proposition for a second before shaking your head. "But then I couldn't take care of you. What if you get stepped on?"

Astarion considers your counterargument with narrowed eyes. “Ugh, fine. I shall stay in your pocket. But I expect you to clean it regularly. And I demand that you get a new lining for it. Silk, preferably.”

“Easy enough to do,” you say, nodding along. “You would be most comfortable worm this side of the Chionthar.”

At that, the man looks pleased, picks his wine glass back up, and reclines back in his seat. “Good. And, for what it’s worth, I'm sure you would make a very cute worm.”

You’re not sure if that’s meant to be a compliment or an insult, but you suspect it’s the former. “Thank you,” you say, smiling at your lover. “You would make a dashing worm yourself.”

“Are you both expecting to turn into worms any time soon?” you hear from behind you. You turn around to see Halsin standing tall over you. His tone is friendly, warm as he continues, “I would be happy to take care of either of you.”

You can’t help the blush of embarrassment that comes over your face. You’re also not sure how to take the words. Is he asking to adopt you both, as worms? Gods, how did you end up here… So you look back to Astarion who is now shooting you a look that says, Now look what you’ve done.

“Err, no Halsin. It was just an odd little conversation we were having. Sorry to cause you any confusion.”

“No need to apologize, my friend,” he replies. “Though if you ever do need help, you know where to find me.” He gives you both an affectionate smile before heading off. 

While it’s nice to know that others would care enough to take care of you as a worm, you’d meant the question to be solely for Astarion. You’re left burying your face in your hands to hide your shame.

“So, darling… what did we learn?”

“To never ask Halsin about earthworms,” you mumble through your fingers.

Astarion gives you a ‘tsk’ before responding. “No, my dear. If either of us turns into a worm, we must hide that fact from Halsin." He scrunches his nose in distaste before continuing, "I refuse to live in whatever healthy soil he’s found for us.”

You snort at Astarion’s conclusion, but still find yourself agreeing. “Fair enough. Better yet, let’s try to keep ourselves at the very least bipedal.” The two of you share a laugh, but in the back of your mind you’re already thinking of your next question. I wonder if he would still love me if I were a mimic? I suppose there’s only one way to find out.

[magical-girl-coral]

Shit I would have added to Wyll's storyline because Larian won't:

1. Give him a romance scene after the Grove party where he uses the tadpoles to bring us into a dream of the forest they're at to avoid Mizora's gaze (with your permission of course). He noticbly has an eyepatch over his sending eye and tries telling the truth of his contract, but even in his subconscious, Mizora has a leash over his tongue. The player can choose between staying in this dream to enjoy the scenery or go back to a dreamless sleep.

2. When Mizora comes in with a new contract, Wyll falls onto his knees as he cries from all the pressure on his shoulders. There are a few options on how this could go:

On a successful low arcana check, the player notices that Mizora is adding to Wyll's stress through his sending stone eye. On a successful wisdom illithid check, the player breaks the connection and gives Wyll the clear mind to choose on his.

Even if the player fails the arcana check, they have a dc 20 check to pursue Wyll into making up his own mind. The high DC comes from Mizora's mental torment, but the player gets advantage if they have a high approval rate.

Player can also do a persuasion check to make Wyll agree or disagree to sign the contract. The DC is lower to show how vulnerable he is at the moment.

If Wyll chooses in his own free will (he), he chooses to break the contract so that "No Ravengard shall ever be a slave to the whims of villains and devils." If the pressure gets to Wyll, he agrees to Mizora's contract.

3. Change the dialogue of the party when Wyll chooses to break Mizora's contract. They all saw how she tormented him throughout their adventure, where the fuck did their sympathy go.

4. Keep Mizora out of camp. This has been said before and I don't think I should explain this one.

5. When finishing the Ansur quest, have Ansur be Wyll's new patron and add a new subclass to the game, the undead patron, in the case where he breaks off from Mizora. He saw how Wyll sacrificed himself for the sword coast many times and believes him to be a worthy champion, staying in this word long enough to give Wyll his powers and leaving once Baldur's Gate is safe again.

In cases where he doesn't, Ansur refuses to acknowledge Wyll's sacrifice to the city because he stinks of the hells influence a second time and Ansur can't forgive him for falling to the same trick twice. It shows how Mizora is already pushing new people out of Wyll's life just by being in his.

6. When Wyll agrees to be Ansur's champion, Ansur says he has enough power to undo one aspect of his devil's transformation at his wish. The player can suggest the horns or ridges in unspoken places, but at the end Wyll chooses to bring back his eye color. It was the same color as his mother's.

This is a reference to how after world war 2, soldiers who had their faces mutilated from explosions will go through plastic surgery to regain some of what they have lost. Wyll was on the line of fire and took a hit for Karlach, so now he gets to regain some of his old self back. He can never be the same as he was, but maybe something different can be nice too.

7. On that note, add the undead patron to the warlock subclasses. If Larian can give Astarion fifty different endings, they can add one new subclass for Wyll's story.

8. In the option where we find Ulder dead because we didn't talk to Mizora, have the character do either an investigation, arcana, or medicine check to see how he died. If the player succeeds in any of them, they find out Mizora was the one who killed him to force Wyll to take the contract again.

9. Add a prosthetic store in the lower city and have Wyll ask to stop in this shop after he leaves Mizora. Player has an option to help Wyll finding him a new eye along with a few joke options for different colors.

10. Add a romance ending where he and the player are travelling the Sword Coast together as a monster slaying duo. I can't for the life of me find this ending if it exists and this is such a missed opportunity. What the fuck, Larian.

[vixstarria]

Mark me as yours

This takes place immediately after and is interlinked with 'Missionary with the lights off' but from Astarion's rather than Tav's POV - check it out if you haven't already, the fics complement each other.

Soft sassy Astarion, F!Tav, Gale, minor appearances by other origin characters, Astarion POV

Fluff, humour, banter, pining, non-explicit sexual references

A day in camp in the life of Astarion. Features brooding, sewing, doing laundry, being dramatic, engaging in improper use of archmage of Waterdeep, reading erotica, and more!

Approx. 2,000 words

AO3

You frowned at the stuffed bear you held in your hands, weighing up your desire to showcase your skills against the absurdity of the task at hand.  

The whole thing was coming apart and needed to be washed and restuffed if you were to do this properly. What was inside, anyway? Fur..? You supposed you could go hunt something furry. Or maybe save yourself the time and just give Scratch a quick partial shave, he wouldn’t mind – the mutt lying at your feet was stupid enough to like you. To prefer you over anyone else, in fact.  

You reached down to give him a fond, absentminded pet.  

And then there was the matter of not letting it burn to a crisp the moment Karlach touched it. 

“Is there a flame ward enchantment on this..? Can you reapply it?” you asked Gale, who was nearby at his usual spot by the fire, concocting something edible for the rest of your group. 

“There is and I sure can,” he replied.  

Great. You had gotten yourself into a group project with the wizard to rescue a teddy bear.  

“Don’t tell me this is what Wyll was so concerned about earlier...” Tav had finally made it out of your tent and sat down next to you, looking somewhat less disheveled than how you’d left her.  

“The bag of holding finally tore. Naturally I was the only one competent enough to fix it.” 

You gestured with your thumb towards a towering pile of assorted crap that Wyll and Lae’zel were still sifting through: Lae’zel inspecting and setting aside any weapons and armour she deemed worth keeping, and Wyll sorting through an array of scrolls and potions no one was ever going to use, or would forget were in your possession if the need for them ever did arise.  

“Darling, this is your fault, you know,” you added. “Must you pick up everything?” 

“Karlach made me do it. Also I don’t know what you’re talking about, I am prudence and sensibility personified,” she said. 

“You’re uh... You’re also bleeding,” Gale said, pointing at her neck. 

A trail of blood had started running down from the puncture wounds, which must have reopened.  

Shit. 

Before you could reason yourself out of it, your instincts kicked in and you pressed your mouth against her neck, licking the blood off. By the gods, she actually leaned into you as you did that, not away. You glimpsed a guilty, sheepish smile she threw at Gale, as you pulled away.  

“Idiot... Here, apply pressure, I’ll get the amulet,” you said. 

“I’m the idiot?! You’re the one who ran off to resolve a sewing emergency, like a good little seamstress, before sorting me out!” 

You strode over to your tent, in part to grab the amulet of Silvanus, in part to discreetly tuck away the erection that had immediately started developing as soon as you tasted her blood.  

Hells, am I 239 or 15? you thought, annoyed with yourself.  

“An amulet? I was wondering why you’d stopped visiting me in the mornings...” you heard from Shadowheart. 

“We have a system,” Tav replied.  

“Clearly,” laughed Shadowheart. 

A scene from the night sprung up in your mind as you went about your day: 

She’d fallen asleep on your shoulder, half lying on you, her nose buried in your neck.  

It was... nice. Really nice. And you didn’t think this bizarre scenario would ever happen again.  

And yet, pleasant as it was, she still felt too far. You needed to feel her closer. Perhaps you were being greedy, but after all these years, why should you get anything less than exactly what you wanted? 

Carefully, very carefully lest she stir awake and leave, you rolled over onto your side, holding her against you.

She was still asleep. Good...   

You cautiously slipped lower and lower until your head was at her chest, delicately wrapping your arms around her torso. 

Then she stirred.  

Shit. 

Without waking, she sighed, drawing you into a tight embrace, clutching you against her chest, complete with throwing a leg over your hips to pull you even closer. 

You finally relaxed, your arms wrapped around her waist. 

Perfect... 

She felt so warm... She smelled of comfort. 

You could indulge in this for the night. You would wake up before she did anyway.  

You drifted away, lulled by the beating of her heart. 

You didn’t have any nightmares that night.  

“Is your boyfriend coming?” you heard Karlach somewhere in the distance.  

You cringed at the juvenile term. Still, you were curious how she would answer.  

“He’s on laundry duty,” she responded. “Just us gals today.” 

“So your idea of doing washing is to pawn everything off to me,” said Gale. 

“Vampires and running water, remember,” you said. “Also you don’t look like you’re exerting an awfully large amount of effort yourself... Although I must admit, this is ingenious.” A little flattery wouldn’t hurt.

Gale sat at a riverbank at a deeper section of the river. Some sheets and clothing were being tossed and spun in a small bubbling whirlpool within the water, together with foaming slivers of soap. 

“Surely few archmages possess such finesse and creativity?” you continued. 

Gale sighed and motioned for you to throw your bundle in as well, expanding the whirlpool.  

“Just toss your shirt in too, it's splattered with blood,” Gale added wearily.  

Her scent lingered on it. The last thing you wanted was to wash it off.

You pulled the shirt over your head and hurled it into the whirlpool.  

“Not Tav’s creative nailwork, I presume..?” Gale asked with a wince, looking at your back.  

“Nope�� was all you said, as you pulled a book out from your pocket, making yourself comfortable on the bank. To his credit, the wizard did not probe further. 

‘Mark me as yours’ 

Those words had been echoing in your mind over and over all day.  

It couldn’t have meant anything.  

A little expression of some vampire fetishism finally poking through – you shouldn’t have expected any different from her, she did offer you her blood consistently, not even asking for anything in return.  

Still, you’d felt like something inside you might burst from your desire and thrill when you heard those words.   

And then everything that followed after... 

You had actually lost yourself for a short while. Not dissociated and detached. Lost yourself. In bliss. In the scent of her skin, in the sounds of her need for you, in the sensation of her blood merging with yours and flowing through your veins. 

And now she was walking around somewhere, with telltale bitemarks on her neck for all the world to see. Scandalous... 

No, it couldn’t have meant anything.  

‘Mark me as yours’ 

Still... What a pleasant little fantasy... 

‘Yours’ 

“You’ve been smiling at that page for ten minutes straight now,” Gale’s voice snapped you out of your musings.  

“It’s my favourite page,” you retorted. 

“What’s it about?” he asked snidely after a short pause.  

“I have no idea,” you confessed, begrudgingly, snapping the book shut. If the wizard knew what was best for him, he would abstain from any further comments.  

“She’s quite fond of you,” Gale said sombrely after another pause.  

“Is this about to turn into one of those ‘You break her heart – I'll break your face’ talks?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. 

“Oh gods no,” Gale laughed. "No, I would go straight to incineration... You just strike me as the type that needs to have the obvious spelled out for them.” 

“I am not entering this type of discourse with someone who’s presently washing my spend off my bed sheets,” you said, laying back and shutting your eyes, to bask in the sun. No answer followed. 

Not even a minute had passed when a shadow fell over you.  

Odd, you thought. There hadn’t been a single cloud in the sky. 

You opened your eyes to see a giant water bubble hovering a few meters above you. Was that... a bedsheet floating in the middle..? 

Worth it, you thought just as the undulating bubble spilt and crashed over you.  

You coughed and spat, trying to untangle yourself from the sheet, as the unleashed torrent nearly swept you off the bank. And yet, above all else, you found yourself curious. 

The water had no longer been running as part of the river, true, but given its sheer volume and the velocity at which it hit you, it should have hurt more than merely your pride.  

You made it to the edge of the bank, and cautiously dipped a finger in.

Nothing...

You proceeded to submerge your hand, then your entire forearm, to your elbow. 

Nothing.  

Of all things... Why this? Why not your reflection? Why not the blood craving? Oh well. Beggars, choosers... 

You were laughing.  

“This tadpole,” you turned and shouted at Gale, unabashedly stripping yourself of your pants, as Gale turned away, muttering something about going blind, “is the best thing that’s happened to me in centuries!” 

The best? Maybe second best? It had some tight competition, but you supposed nothing would have been possible without it, so it reigned supreme. 

You leaped into the river, diving and letting the gentle current carry you downstream for a while.  

You knew what you would be doing later that evening with her.  

“What have you got there?”  

She slid onto your lap like a cat that refused to take ‘no’ for an answer as it sought attention. You had been idling away your time by your tent, with some pulp you had picked up earlier. The rest of the group had been drinking and roasting something at the campfire.  

“Trash. Disappointingly boring trash, this time,” you answered. 

“No pulsating flesh tunnels in this one?” 

“Alas... There were not one but two mentions of ‘velvet-wrapped steel’ however, and plenty of ‘sword-sheathing’.” 

“To the hilt?” 

“Is there any other way?” 

“Wouldn’t want to sheathe it only partially, I suppose...” she mused. “Come join us. We found some half-decent wine. And you don’t have to be alone all the time, you know.” 

“Spare me, I’ve had enough of Gale’s lectures and Wyll’s tales for the day. And besides, ugh, all those chewing noises!” You made a gagging sound. 

None of them want me there. 

“Oh don’t be such a delicate princess,” she rolled her eyes. “How’s this: it’s our joint meal time. It would be rude and completely unfair to exclude anyone. You should sit down with everyone, bite down on my wrist and make a great deal of slurping.” 

“You can’t be serious.” 

Delightful. Simply delightful. 

“It will be funny!” 

“I fear you might be the only one laughing, darling.” 

That is hilarious, I can just imagine Gale squealing or getting sick. 

“Is there anyone else you’d care to make laugh?” she asked with a slight upturn of her lips. 

Not in the least. 

“I could die again knowing I have accomplished something if I ever make Lae’zel laugh. But perish the thought – I am perfectly happy right here with my literature.” 

“Well, if you don’t want to join the group, perhaps I will stay and you can...” She snatched the book from your hands and tossed it aside, leaning in and bringing her lips up to your ear. “...Release your kraken in my field of rose petals,” she purred in a sultry voice. 

“Stop,” you choked back a snicker.  

“Get tangled up in my beef curtains?” she continued with the same tone. 

“You’re disgusting.” 

“Sink your meat shaft in my cream tart!” she persevered.  

“By the gods, woman, I am never having sex with your again.” 

“Suckle the nectar from my weeping core!” 

“Alright, fine, I’ll go, anything is better than this.” You got up, pushing her off your lap. 

“Taste my forbidden, oozing fruit, Astarion!” she cried out from the ground behind you as you covered your ears and shouted “LALALALA”, making your way towards the campfire. 

You would endure the prattle of your companions.  

Then you would take her for a moonlit swim in the river.  

Then you would see if she might spend the whole night in your arms again.  

Perhaps she could sleep in your shirt and leave her scent on it again – it was foolish to sleep completely in the nude out in the wild after all, what if there were intruders? 

Everything was going according to plan, you reminded yourself.  

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in the afterglow (of an orgy) | bg3 companions x tav

cw: i'm not catholic but i feel like i sinned with this. gangbang turns into a orgy: the most dangeous polycule in the making. established relationships/developing relationships. m/m, f/f, m/f. cum swallowing. i am just a whore for tavrem.

an: happy 1th bg3 anniversary! i already love those characters more than i love my brother (wink wink). a bit late, my mom's birthday was my priority, but there we go!

They almost broke you.

You could still feel it all. A sort of discomfort that can only exist after immense pleasure. Those lingering touches on your burned skin. The deep bites collaring your neck, scratches on your back and nape. Dried tears staining your cheeks. Raw lips, just like the insides of your thighs.

Will you still feel it all tomorrow? Will their kisses, bites, slaps, hands, still be covering your body once you have to come back to old harsh life? Oh, yes, it will. That pain and pleasure inflicted on you won't suddenly dissapear. It will fade eventually, but you will still have bruises to gaze upon for some time. You prefer it that way. Everytime it aches, you'll think about them.

But not now. For now, there is nothing on your mind. Not a worry, not a memory, not a dream: all you have is moonlight's embrace and the warmth of the bonfire.

Such a loud silence took over the camp. As if it could even be called silence. Heavy breathing and soft whimperings. Moans so loud they still eccho into their heads. Such a filthy harmony.

"Hells", Wyll was the first to speak. He couldn't say much more than that.

Karlach groaned, her throat let out a sob almost palpable. Her whole body burned hotter. Smoke came out of her mouth, and Wyll wondered where she found the cigar. When. If she had more to spare. "More like heavens."

It wasn't planned. It wasn't expected. It was a hard day, and it turned into a cold night. In some moment in between those two, someone had to start it. This. Not that any of them could remember who did.

It was normal for you to kiss one of them when surrounded by the others, but you were always aware of the weight of their gaze. Some prefer to pretend it wasn't happening—Gale and Karlach would suddenly find something so interesting in their hands to look at. Others would enjoy it—Shadowheart and Wyll know how the other taste, and have shared a fair amount of wine watching you with Astarion.

And still, there was a line you decided to not cross. A point where you would stop, no matter with who you were, no matter who surrounded you. They all respected it, just like you did theirs. Shadowheart would tease, some would pout, but none would make you feel less than safe with them.

But then, someone had to start this. They really can't remember, the beggining of the night dizzy and so far away, but somehow they know who decided to do that. You. It could only be you.

Gale put on his navy robe, his cheeks burning brighter than the bonfire. Once he disappeared inside his tent, Astarion rolled his eyes and went back to watch the stars.

He knew it would make things too complicated. Shit, he knew it, but he wanted it. Wasn't it already difficult to be with you? It took him too long to understand you, to trust you, and now because of a night he might have weakened his bond with all other companions.

Not that they even matter that much. You're the strongest between them. Astarion needs to be safe, and you proved again and again that you can do that. Let the others suck on their own insecurities. Astarion will make sure to have you by his side when he avenges himself.

Lying to himself won't change the fact Astarion chose to do everything he did. It was all a choice. Every kiss, every bite, every thrust. And so did that damned wizard. Astarion will keep on lying to himself, pretending not to notice as his heart shatters once more.

Then he felt the blanket over his skin. Astarion opened his eyes, and this time he couldn't look away from the mark on Gale's neck. "Oh, darling, you can be sweet", Astarion bit his tongue. "Unlike your blood."

Gale sighed. He kneeled besides you, covering your body. You were already dozzing off, but he saw a tiny smile spreading across your face. "How you feeling, my love?"

"Gross", you whispered. Gale chuckled, his thumb carressed your lips. You knew your whole body was covered in cum, but you couldn't care less once he licked his finger. "I can still feel you inside me. All of you."

A cold hand touched yours. Shadowheart was the last to get tired enough to stop. Her leg is intertwined with yours, now covered thanks to Gale, her knees stiff against your core.

"You've been so good", her voice, so soft, felt like a lullaby. You gazed at her lips. Such tender words for someone who rode your face calling you a whore. "What do you want, lover?"

Supporting yourself on your elbows, you tried to get up. Once your clit brushed against her knee, you whimpered. Shadowheart stared at you, and Gale held your arms. "I'll get clean", you said, waiting for them to give you space to move.

"Not so fast, dove", Shadowheart sat, the blanket falling and revealing her beautiful body. She was as burned as you. "You took all of us. If you can walk, then I will be scared."

Gale sat besides you, supporting you on his chest. You were sat now, but not any closer to getting up. "You are a sight", he whispered against your ear. "Let us care for you."

"I feel dirty", you said. "I just want to get clean."

Wyll raised from his spot, and Karlach watched as he walked away from her. She felt the lack of his weight on her chest.

She still burns. Less than she used to, but she does. And yet, there is not a person without the markes of her hands and lips. Karlach burned every single one of you, and no one wanted her to stop.

Karlach is used to feeling cold. It was so lonely and for so long. That's the first time in a while she feels hot and it isn't a bad thing.

"Is that a pout?" She teased. You wanted for her to be closer to you, but by the way her legs tremble you knew Karlach couldn't move. So did you. "Don't make me bite it out of you. Sit down and relax. You fucking earned it."

Wyll came back carrying towels and soap. Watching him, you relaxed against Gale's body. He kneeled in between your legs, and the first thing he did was to kiss your forehead.

"They are right", Wyll joined them in this little quest of preventing you from moving. "You've been so good. For all of us. Now let us take care of you, doll."

Wyll then kissed your knuckles, whispering sweet nothings against your skin. As if you both didn't knew his cum was deep inside your ass.

"Astarion, get her something to eat", a voice from behind you made you shiver. "Gale, we need a bath. You can warm water, can't you Shadowheart?"

"Oh, dear Lae'zel, I fear I can't." Shadowheart rolled her eyes, moving her hands as a rune appeared on the floor.

They can banter for however longer they want it. Everyone knows how long they spend fighting one another to ensure they would be on top. Between the two of them, it was more a battle than sex.

Exactly what you said they needed.

A purple glow you saw by the corner of your eyes worked as a telltale of Gale's magic. Only when you saw the bath floating until it reached the runes you understood it. They were about to bath you.

The camp was no longer silent. Watching the chaos of it all, Astarion chuckled to himself and went after something for everyone to eat.

Nothing changed.

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regarding the drow as a companion, do any of the others have little quips when he's recruited? something along the lines of shadowheart's little remark about karlach throwing her over her shoulder.

I can imagine Gale saying something, like "OH! Really? He's coming with us? Well... Erm, sure, better with us then loose in the wilds, I guess" while glancing around nervously LOL

You did get me thinking of something else though, camp reactions!

Shadowheart: "I'm aware that drow aren't known for their integrity, but theirs is a perseverant kind. I think having one at our side in our present predicament could serve us well." (TAV: "Have you had any experiences with drow before?") Shadowheart: "I might have. I might haven't. All kinds gravitate towards my Mistress's calling… And the spider queen hardly leaves them a choice."

Gale: "Our new friend is surprisingly shy for a man of his stature, couldn't get as much as a "good morning" out of him yet… Well, with a little time, I'm sure he'll warm up to us. Maybe a nice pot-roast will help! He does have ah... Hungry look in his eyes."

Lae'zel: "A blade is only as effective as the one wielding it, and I'm not sure who - or what - is handling the drow you've dragged into camp as of recently." (TAV: "I'm wielding him.") Lae'zel: "Tchk! Have it your way. But I won't come to your rescue if you fall on your own sword."

Astarion: "You have quite the flair for rescuing rabid strangers off the side of roads, don't you? Not that I'm complaining, the more the merrier! Just make sure to put this one back in his cage when we go to bed at night."

Wyll: "A drow on the surface is strange enough a sight… But this one seems… Especially peculiar. I hate to be the one making hasty judgments, but I hope you've made the right choice in allowing him to shelter at our camp."

Karlach: "New guy's a little closed-off, but hey - I sure as hell don't mind just looking, for now. Speaking of looking, Can't wait to see the big lad in a fight, I bet he can mince a fucker to bits in an instant."