#Struggling to make Wyll look like Wyll ;-;

[dolefulsunfish]

I like to imagine Astarion flipping every fey creature he meets just to see what they'll do :D

[normal-thoughts-official]

It's actually insane how brave Wyll is when it comes to Mizora. Not only by not killing Karlach but also all the small ways he defies her - calling her an asshole, saying she's full of shit, even when Mizora is literally choking him he's still telling her that she's a liar. Whenever she shows up it's pretty much guaranteed that she will have to threaten him with lemurehood because he simply refuses to play nice. Even if it accomplishes absolutely nothing and in fact is actively dangerous to sass her

And like. Of course this ties in with how Wyll has pretty much nonexistent self preservation skills and a sense of moral fortitude so strong he can't even pretend to not be hostile towards her. But i also think it ties with Mizora's obsession with him

Because while we all know Mizora is evil and annoying on principle and all that shit, she seems to be particularly interested in tormenting Wyll. I have to assume shit like putting a tracker on him and showing up randomly just to spite him and staying in camp just to be annoying even after the contract is over are Wyll specials, because if she did this to every single one of her warlocks then she would have time for nothing the fuck else. And we know from Karlach that she's generally more worried about sucking Zariel's toes, so

(Also, I've been told that in early access she was like... Straight up jealous if you romanced Wyll, so, again. Obsessed with him in particular)

I always got the impression that she was so evil and annoying to him because she was overcompensating. Mizora is a cambion, which means she's half human, which means that in Hell's hierarchy she is fucking trash. Even the official cambion lore states that they are often rejected in both realms and struggle to earn one of their parents' approval. And it's obvious that in Mizora's case she's aiming to be accepted in the Hells.

I've seen some people claim that Mizora is too cartoonishly evil, and while that is objectively true... I think it works precisely because it's so cartoonish. I'm thinking particularly of how she describes her home in the Hells being all "oh, how I adore it, the delicious agony of it all". It's so over the top it's eyeroll worthy. I don't think Zariel herself would be Like This about it

In other words: Mizora is a tryhard

And Karlach even implies that Mizora resented her because she was Zariel's favorite, which is why I think Mizora's tryhardness was intentional as opposed to just a lazily written villain. She wants to fit in the Hells so bad it makes her look stupid. And she never will, because no matter how over the top she is about being Generically Evil, she is simply not that powerful or important.

So she overcompensates, and then she uses Wyll as her punching bag. If her own superiors will always see her as vermin, then at least she can cope with that by treating others that way as well.

But like I said, she will have no time left to suck Zariel's toes if she spends all her time tormenting every single warlock under her patronage, so the question is: why Wyll?

Obviously his unwavering goodness is the biggest reason. His soul is already damned and yet he refuses to be selfish with the time he has left on the material plane. Mizora can own him, but she can't corrupt him, and that makes her hate him. The fact that even despite her best efforts he is still recognized and beloved as a hero has got to sting too, considering she tries so fucking hard to be the Evilest Cashier In Hell or whatever. And the fact that he still manages to belong in his world (however isolated and lonely he obviously is) despite his connection to hers and she can't belong in her world because of her connection to his... Well, jealousy is to be expected.

But I think his refusal to play nice with her also plays a big role.

There's the obvious "this makes her resent him even more" factor; if Mizora wants to feel superior, it must piss her off to no end that Wyll refuses to bow to her, even if he does her bidding.

But, paradoxically, this also makes her feel more powerful.

Because at the end of the day, she does own Wyll's soul, and he does have to do her bidding, even if he doesn't go quietly. And the fact that he hates her so openly makes it all the more satisfying to have him do what she wants anyway. In Wyll's words, "the more bullshit she pulls, the more [he's] forced to swallow". His hatred for her is exactly why she wants him so bad, even though she obviously hates him just as much.

And so this is why she's so desperate to get Wyll's soul back, and why, even if he breaks the pact, she still makes it a point to stay in camp just to fucking spite him. Because Wyll is the only warlock that actually makes her feel appropriately Powerful and Evil, if we assume that her other warlocks are simply not as good aligned as Good Alignment Georg or even just don't want the trouble of spiting her for no reason. She can be obeyed and tolerated and maybe even revered by the other warlocks, but only Wyll can make her feel like an absolute, inescapable power. Because the other warlocks choose to obey her. Wyll makes it clear that he has to, and thus, she feels like she is mighty.

And obviously I know that the whole "person who has it all is obsessed with the one person who doesn't obey them" trope is a well known cliche, but I think Mizora and Wyll's dynamic is unique in that Mizora doesn't actually want to make Wyll bow to her and respect her as an authority; she wants him to fight back so she can feel like she's winning.

(And, of course, because Mizora doesn't actually have it all; she's just a petty errand girl who wants to feel special)

So, yeah. Wyll's incredible bravery in constantly defying her is exactly why she is so eager to keep him

[oriistar]

How about headcanons for how Wyll, Halsin, Gale, and Astarion would react to his shy gn crush confessing to him?

Reactions To A Shy Reader Confessing

Wyll, Halsin, Gale, Astarion x GN Reader

(separately)

Warnings: None, all fluff!

Wyll:

First of all, I'll just start by saying Wyll is such a sweetheart. Like actually such a cutie.

He's definitely a romantic! So if you get all flustered trying to confess your feelings for him? He'd be smitten with you.

Wyll is definitely the kind of guy to lay out his feelings outright.

He doesn't see a reason to hide them so honestly he'd probably end up confessing to you first if you're too shy!

But if you are the one to approach him? He's floored.

Watching you stumble over words or even try to just beat around the bush instead of outright telling him how you feel, he thinks it's adorable.

The way he's looking at you doesn't make it any easier either.

He's got this awestruck look on his face as soon as he realizes you're trying to confess.

Literally looks like he's just been shot with Cupid's strongest arrow it's so cute.

So as you're trying to confess he's just staring at you with eyes full of so much love and although its sweet, its also kind of intimidating for someone as shy as you!

How are you supposed to focus on choking out your confession when he's looking at you like that?

You can't for real, giving up midway through or he's gonna have to take over and let you know he feels the same way.

Although he'd love to hear you make it through the whole confession, he's very understanding of how nerve-wracking it can be!

Don't worry, he loves you so much already he'll just help you coax out your feelings later into your relationship because he is DEFINITELY asking you to be his partner right then and there.

Halsin:

Halsin is pretty old.

He's open about the fact that he's had many past lovers and committed partners.

He can smell your feelings for him a mile away. (Probably literally, the fuckin animal)

He's absolutely no stranger to confessions and he's probably so used to people approaching him to say they're attracted to him in some way.

So when you finally work up the nerve to confess your feelings for him, he watches you with a very amused look.

Of course he would never make fun of you! But he can't help but find it entertaining to watch you be so shy about it.

Despite all of his experience though he definitely gets butterflies in his stomach when you start with your (very rehearsed) confession.

He likes you a lot, adores everything about you, so when you're flustered and stumbling over your words he can't help but think about how precious it is.

Halsin is a very big man with very protective instincts. If it seems like your nerves are working you up an awful lot through this, he's definitely the type to scoop you into a hug and reassure you that you're not making a fool of yourself.

Although the hug would probably fluster you so much more than the initial confession.

He's patient too, so he won't cut you off or save you from what you're trying to say.

He'll stand there patiently with his arms crossed and smile lovingly at you while you clumsily say it.

He finds it very endearing, over all absolutely in love with all of your awkwardness.

He's also silent through the whole thing which, if you struggle to look him in the face while confessing, you might mistake his silence for rejection or expect him to have a disappointed look on his face.

Definitely doesn't help that now he's accidentally making you think the worst.

But don't worry, he'll give you the best bear cuddles of your life after he lets you know he feels just the same way of course.

Gale:

Ugh the love of my life!!!

Gale gets a lot of bad rep but he's such a gentleman, I love him.

I wouldn't say that Gale is shy like you but he's definitely a little hesitant to admit his feelings at first.

He's very much an 'all or nothing' kind of guy so if he's planning on confessing to you then it'll be properly planned out.

Honestly a little bummed out if you approach him first but only because he had this whole speech and stuff planned for when he finally decided to go all in LOL.

Absolutely overjoyed that you feel the same way though!

He's got a lot of self confidence issues (when I catch you Mystra 👊)

So seeing you all shy and nervous to tell HIM that you LIKE him? He's on cloud 9.

Might feed his ego just the slightest bit.

He's just shocked that you like him, let alone like him enough to be nervous to tell him.

He'll listen to your entire confession and commit it all to memory, no matter how many times you get sidetracked due to your nerves.

He doesn't care, he's just too thrilled that you actually like him the poor man.

I wouldn't say that Gale doesn't have any game, he says that he's had lovers other than Mystra so that must mean that he pulls at least a little bit.

He's definitely awkward about relationships at the start though.

He doesn't know if it's too much too soon or if he's not being forward enough with his wants. Definitely an adjustment for him.

I feel like his sheer excitement definitely has him pulling you into a tight hug, which he'll apologize for after since he didn't ask permission first.

He'd definitely want to spend the rest of the day with you after and will pout like a puppy whenever you have to go, poor thing.

Astarion:

We all know that Astarion is a little shit.

Right out of the gate he's teasing you relentlessly.

Due to his own trauma, he'll think you're trying to hook up with him before he thinks you're just confessing your feelings.

Definitely flirtatious about it and very much trying to make you even more of a nervous wreck than you already are.

Probably asks you if fucking vampires is some kind of kink of yours, which you'll scramble to deny and it'll totally make him smirk all smug and shit.

When he realizes you're actually just telling him that you genuinely like him, his attitude changes.

Astarion is very familiar with being used but to have someone like him for him? He doesn't really know what to say.

He's embarrassed and his face is already flushing red as he hears you out.

His heart is absolutely swelling with affection though.

He's liked you for quite awhile but would never dare to tell you in fear of rejection or the fact that you might just want a sexual relationship with him.

He'd probably get pretty shy about telling you he feels the same way too.

He thinks it's so sweet watching you stumble over your words.

I honestly feel like he might end up on the verge of tears, his eyes always look so wet in game when he's saying something genuinely affectionate to Tav.

He's not fully comfortable with casual physical touch but he might gently hold your hand after it all and run his thumb over your knuckles.

Generally very soft with you for the rest of the day but don't think his sass is all gone.

After your initial confession he'll probably ask you if you're actually sure that you love someone like him 😭

If you're lucky and your nearly fumbled confession touches his heart deeply enough, he might apologize for how he teased you when you first tried to tell him how you feel.

All of my writing is original work created by me. Please do not repost, translate, or alter them in any way.

[theactofknowing]

Can I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor react to shy gn crush confessing to him?

confessions

⋆·˚ ༘ * the BG3 boys/reserved!reader * ༘˚·⋆

MILD game spoilers/references to mid-game story progression. you’ve been warned!!

someone who’s reserved isn’t typically what astarion looks for. he’s reserved in a sense—keeping his secrets: conditions and history, close to his chest; but he holds himself up with self-confidence and independence. your quiet and reserved nature is off putting—until he began, reluctantly, talking to you in the hopes of gaining your protection. as time went on, he found out that you weren’t that horrible—maybe he didn’t mind you too much. when you confess to him, he doesn’t find it surprising—it is him, after all. he’ll lightly make fun of you, but he won’t turn you down.

sweet, sweet gale. if you manage to confess before he does, he’s pleasantly surprised—considering how quickly he gets attached to someone. when you confess to gale and you’re unable to meet his eye, he’s not the type to affectionately tease you—he’s preoccupied by the fact that you are actually interested in him. gale is a confident lover when time passes between you, but he spent ages under mystra’s hand and a year locked in his tower—he’s a little rusty. gale and a reserved partner go hand in hand; gale likes to lead in a conversation and in a relationship, and you’re more than happy to put your trust in him.

wyll is graceful and chivalrous. when you come to him in camp one day, obviously nervous, he softly holds one of your hands and soothingly runs his fingers over your knuckles. if you’re hesitant about love and PDA—don’t worry, wyll is the man for you. wyll likes traditionalism, he likes to take it slow. you’ll have time to ease into the relationship because he’s courteous—chaste kisses, fleeting touches.

halsin is someone easy to chat with. his nature is kind and open, relatable—from one leader to another, and it’s easy to fall into a conversation with him time and time again by the fire. halsin says he can sense the good in you, and it’s only natural to fall by your side. when you do manage to confess to him, it’s no surprise. he was simply waiting for you, and it’s only right to slip into this dynamic with him.

you never quite had the opportunity to confess to dammon when he still occupied the grove, so it’s a welcoming surprise when you find him in the grim scenery of the last light inn. dammon always appreciated that you were kind to him as the tieflings were never looked upon favorably, so he’s just as happy to see you. dammon is sweet and soft spoken, willing to take the initiative when you can’t. when you come to him at the inn, visibly nervous and preoccupied with yourself, he indulges you in small talk about his trade until you’re able to speak whatever it is you’re thinking of. it’s easy for him to reciprocate, and he promises you a private date in the city.

it’s obvious rolan saw you in a less than favorable light at first. to enabling his siblings’ wishes to stay at the grove and failing to save them in the shadowlands, rolan wasn’t pleased with you—no matter how pretty he thought you were at first. to his surprise, you save his siblings, and he maybe starts to feel a bit guilty. rolan reeks of self confidence, but finds himself struggling to apologize to you and admit that maybe you’re not that bad. he later laughs when he realizes that he was just as timid as you were during the whole ordeal, entirely standoffish—it completely eases the worries of your confession.

zevlor isn’t someone who looks for romance. he isn’t a terrible bachelor—not unattractive or generally unlikable—he’s just preoccupied with handling himself and the people he looks after. when you came to the grove, zevlor found that he admired you—one leader to another. you advocated for his people, you made sure they were well, and he liked that you were dependable and trustworthy. when you confess to him that you find him just a bit more than admirable a day before the tieflings are set to leave the grove, he’s shocked. the feelings are easily reciprocated, and he wishes to see you again sometime—maybe in the city.

thank u for the prompt. astarion was the most difficult to write for. feel free to send me requests on my page!

[moonselune]

could you write wyll gale and astarion with a clingy very overly affectionate reader :0 thanks!!

a little bit of fluff to soothe the soul x

Gale:

Gale loved your affectionate nature, but it was also the reason his stack of unfinished books kept growing taller. He found it nearly impossible to concentrate on his studies and research with you constantly draped around him.

"My dear, how am I supposed to finish reading this tome if you're always like this?" he asked, though his tone was more amused than annoyed.

"Who needs books when you have me?" you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your cheek to his. "I am a font of all knowledge."

"Oh really, tell me then-mmpf" Gale was cut off by a kiss to his lips, you didn't have to answer his question if he couldn't ask it. Gale sighed, a soft smile playing on his lips. He could never stay mad at you. The warmth of your body against his and the way you always wanted to be close to him was endearing.

"I suppose the ancient spells and histories can wait a little longer," he conceded, closing the book and setting it aside.

You grinned, triumphant, and nestled closer to him. Gale would often find himself torn between his love for knowledge and his love for you. But in those moments, with you so close and content, the choice was easy. He'd happily wrap his arms around you, hold you close, and let the world of books and spells fade away, if only for a while.

Astarion:

Astarion adored how much you wanted to be close to him. Your need to be intertwined with him was a constant reminder of the deep bond you shared. However, it also meant that letting go, even for a moment, was always a struggle.

"Must you cling to me so, darling?" he asked one morning, though his tone was light and teasing as he tried to extricate himself from your embrace.

"Yes," you replied simply, your arms tightening around him.

Astarion chuckled, shaking his head. "And what if I have to go out?"

"Then I'll come with you," you said, looking up at him with a mischievous smile.

He sighed dramatically, though he was clearly enjoying the attention. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"But you love it," you countered.

"Indeed, I do," he admitted, brushing a strand of hair from your face and the two of you remained there until Lae'zel dragged the both of you out by your ankles.

Whenever he had to leave, you had a devious response. You would bat your eyelashes, comment that he looked a bit tired and offered him your blood, knowing he could never refuse. He would then return to your arms, and happily suckle on your veins. The sensation was both painful and pleasurable, and of course, he couldn't just abandon you after the gracious gift you just gave him. It was perfect.

Until he realised what you were doing.

"I mean honestly, did you really think I was some pup you could train!?" Astarion flounced across the tent and you sat on your bedroll, smiling guiltily. When he caught you, his outrage continued. "Don't smile, darling, I'm very upset at you!"

There was absolutely no conviction in his tone, and you bit your lip before opening your arms to him. "Sorry, Want to kiss and make up?"

"....well, how could I say no?"

Wyll:

Wyll loved the way you were so affectionate with him. Your constant need to touch, hug, and be close to him was a balm to his often stressful life as a hero and protector. He cherished every moment of it, even though it often left him flustered in public.

"My beloved, not here," he would murmur, his cheeks tinged with a blush as you hugged him from behind, your arms draped over his shoulders while he was trying to talk with a merchant in the marketplace.

"But why not, Wyll?" you teased, pressing a kiss to his neck and watching with satisfaction as he stammered and the merchant chuckled knowingly.

He relished in your affection but couldn't help getting embarrassed when others were around. The look of adoration in his eyes, however, never wavered. When you were alone, he was more than happy to reciprocate your affection. He'd pull you into his lap, kiss your forehead, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

One evening, while the two of you were at a formal gathering, you couldn't resist the urge to slip your hand into his and lean against his shoulder. His friends and acquaintances looked on with amusement and envy.

"Y/N, dearest, you're making it hard for me to concentrate," he whispered, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"Good, I like it when you're all flustered." you replied cheekily, nuzzling his neck. Despite the public embarrassment, Wyll wouldn't trade your affection for anything.

Little bit short, but hope you all enjoy it x - Seluney xox

[lendeah]

Bubbles and battle wounds

Prompt: Astarion comforts you after a bad day featuring a bathtub.

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader

Words: 1.3k

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort.

The day had been brutal, filled with never-ending battles against a seemingly endless enemies. Karlach, Wyll, Gale and yourself had fought tirelessly, your bodies pushed to the brink of exhaustion and beyond. But even during such chaos, there was one failure that weighed heavily on your mind - the gnomes at the factory who died despite your best efforts. The guilt gnawed at you relentlessly as you stumbled back to the Elfsong Tabern, your body battered and bruised. You didn't even have the strength or will to say goodbye to the rest of your companions before heading to Astarion's bed. The elf lies stretched out on the bed, with his eyes glued to a book. Despite this, you know that he is still aware of your presence as he raises a brow.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Looks like someone's had quite the day," he says with a sly grin. "Do tell me all about it. Who did you fight? Did you put up a good fight?"

He slowly sits up on the bed, his gaze traveling up and down your body before finally resting on your face. His expression shifts from curiosity to concern as he takes in your appearance. Your legs tremble uncontrollably, a clear indication that something is seriously wrong.

“I-I need a bath,” you say, on the verge of tears.

He gets up from his bed and walks over to you, placing a hand on your arm to steady you with preoccupation etched on his face. "Of course, my dear. Let me help you," he says, his voice soothing and comforting.

You quietly make your way to the bathroom, and you feel like in a daze. Astarion's arm is securely wrapped around your waist as he supports your trembling body. Every step feels like a struggle, so you are grateful for his assistance. The room is small but cozy, with a large tub taking up most of the space. A faint smell of lavender fills the air, calming your nerves slightly.

Without a word, Astarion begins to run a bath for you, carefully adjusting the temperature to your liking. He then gestures for you to sit on the edge of the tub as he helps you out of your armor and clothes. He seems to be searching for any wounds on your body, but doesn't seem to find anything too serious. You feel vulnerable and exposed under his gaze, but also comforted by his familiar presence.

Once you are fully bare, you get into the bathtub, hugging your knees to your chest and sobbing slightly. He also undresses and gets in the tub behind you, having you between his legs. Your mind is filled with images of the battle you just fought, and the guilt and pain are overwhelming.

After a few seconds, you feel his hands on your back, gently massaging and washing away the dirt and grime from your skin. His touch is tender and soothing, making the tension in your body slowly melt away. You lean into his touch, grateful for his presence.

"Do you want to talk about it, my love?" he finally asks in a gentle voice, breaking the silence.

You shake your head, tears now falling freely down your face. "I couldn't save them," you say between sobs. "They trusted me and I couldn't save them."

He leans forward and wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling your body close to his chest. You feel his familiar cold and soft skin, slowly calming your racing heart. "It's not your fault," he whispers in your ear. "You did everything you could."

But you can't help but feel responsible. You had promised to protect them, and yet they fell in battle while you survived. It feels like a betrayal of their trust in you. You sigh, laying your head on your knees again. He starts massaging your hair and scalp and you feel the tension start to leave your body, as the water around you both turns brown with blood and grime.

"You don't always have to be strong for others," he whispers softly. "It's okay to let yourself grieve."

You nod slowly, letting out a shaky breath. The sobs come out in full force now, racking your body with each wave of pain and sadness. Astarion holds onto you tighter, whispering words of comfort as he lets you cry it out. Eventually, your tears run dry and you lay there spent and exhausted.

As Astarion continues massaging your scalp, he notices the water turning brown with grime and blood. He frowns slightly.

"Let me take care of this," he says softly before pouring some fresh water into the bathtub to replace the dirty water.

You watch him silently as he steps back in, and resumes carefully washing your hair, his touch gentle and soothing. The newly warm water and the smell of soap lull you into a state of relaxation, and you close your eyes.

"You have beautiful hair," he comments, running his fingers through the strands.

You open your eyes and turn to look at him, surprised by his words. "Thank you," you say softly.

When he is finished, he pulls you back toward his chest, embracing you. He nuzzles his nose against your cheek affectionately before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. "Even with bruises and blood, you manage to be the most captivating sight I've ever beheld," he says sincerely.

Turning around in his embrace, your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as you hold on tightly, hugging him in response. Astarion's hands move from your hair to your back, caressing your skin gently. He leans in and presses a soft kiss against your shoulder, his lips lingering for a moment. "You truly are a wonder, my dear," he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity. "Even amid chaos and despair, your spirit remains unyielding. It's no wonder I am utterly infatuated with you."

His words wash over you like a balm, soothing the ache in your heart. With Astarion by your side, the weight of the world feels just a little lighter. Leaning against Astarion's chest, you let out a contented sigh. "Thank you," you whisper softly. "For being here."

His arms tighten around you, pulling you impossibly closer. "You don't have to carry it all alone," he murmurs against your ear. "Lean on me when you need to. I'll always be here to catch you."

A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. You reach up and brush a strand of hair away from his face, your fingers lingering against his cheek. "You should lean into me too," you whisper, feeling a sense of hope blossoming within you.

He smiles softly before leaning closer and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is gentle yet filled with unspoken emotions. You feel yourself melting into him, reveling in the warmth and safety he provides. Astarion brushes his fingers against your cheek before pulling away. "Let's get out of this grimy water," he says with a smirk, offering you a hand to help you stand up.

Astarion helps you out of the bathtub and wraps a soft towel around you before grabbing one for himself. You both dry off quickly and he leads you to the bed, where he hands you one of his clean shirts.

"Put this on," he says, handing it to you. "We can't have my dear hero looking like a ragamuffin."

You take the shirt from him with a smile, and slip it over your head, reveling in his lingering smell on the piece. Astarion watches you with a smile, clearly pleased with how you look in his clothes.

"Mmm, you're finally looking presentable," he purrs, raking his fingers through your damp hair. "Now, let's get some rest. We have a full day of scheming ahead of us."

You nod in agreement and climb onto the bed, snuggling into the soft blankets. Astarion joins you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him, as his fingers gently trace soothing circles on your back. As you drift off to sleep, you can't help but feel grateful for having Astarion by your side. Despite all the chaos and danger surrounding you both, he brings a sense of peace and comfort that you never knew was possible.

[xxhexwolfxx]

Can I request headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, and Halsin finding excuses so his gn crush will spend more time with him please?

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝓗𝓒𝓢

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! Sorry it took so long to get put out, I got distracted with some stuff. I hope that you enjoy <3

DISCLAIMER: GN!Reader. No mentions of any gender. Not proofread. I made it so we don’t know Astarion is a vampire yet in his.

WARNINGS: None. Just fluff.

CHARACTERS: Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin

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ASTARION:

Astarion was a sneaky elf, or he would like to think so. He wasn’t surprised you still didn’t know he was a vampire so he still acted human. Whether that was forcing himself to eat human food or sneak away at nights to properly feed himself. Astarion liked to preen himself a lot, even if he couldn’t see himself. He liked to “look” at himself in the mirror especially. Another thing Astarion liked to do was spend time with you. Although, he does get a little too needy sometimes. When that happens, he usually isn’t afraid of making up some ridiculous matter you have to help him with, especially if it comes to his looks. So, sometimes you find yourself holding a mirror so Astarion could fix himself up or even helping him pick out his outfit for the day. It always ends up with you two softly talking to each other and just spending even more time together. The sneaky elf.

GALE:

Gale is a smart wizard, a genius if you were to really look at him. One thing he always seemed to struggle with is to ask for a little bit of time with you. Even if he knows you have nothing to do and you’re just sitting around he will over think for 2 hours before going up to you. He’ll worm his way into spending time with you by making up an excuse of you helping him understanding or reading a book. Even if it was the most simplest of books, he’ll still ask for “help”. Yes, you’ve seen him read this multiple times the past month, but he still wants you to read it. It always ends up with you two sitting in his tent and just talking. Either about the book or just anything you two can think of.

WYLL:

Wyll hides the fact he wants to spend time with you less then the others. He even goes straight up to you and asks if you would like to spend time with each other one on one. Of course, things pile up and someone needs to do them. Sharpening the swords, cleaning the shields, or just polishing up something in the camp. Instead of facing all those tasks alone, he always finds a way to incorporate you into it. It ends up with you two spending more time together while also working on a few chores. It was sneaky but also loving. Usually, at the end of the chore-filled day, you two sit in his tent or at the fire and share a little wine. More time spent together.

HALSIN:

Halsin loved spending time with you. Whether it was sitting around the fire or even in battle. So, when it came to you not spending time with him for too long (or what he thinks is too long) he makes some random story up about how you need to come foraging or hunting with him. Even if you point out you guys have already enough food for a couple of weeks, he still insists on going out and foraging. No, Astarion nor Karlach can come along, only you. Usually it ends up with you being carried around by him either in human or bear form. Or you two just find a nice patch of field and just lay down in the sun. It’s times like these he always finds peace with you.

[tavs-adventures]

Ascended Astarion X Reader

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Synopsis: A year had passed since Cazadors death, Astarions Accession, and the defeat of the Elder Brain. Of course, that year came with one too many problems, allowing the now true vampire to get away with too much after your party disbanded and spread across FaeRun to handle their own business. Now, it's up to you to approach Astarion your ex-lover with an offer. Hopefully one he can't refuse.

You were tasked by the city officials to seek the cause of the heavy fog engulfing Baldur's Gate and put a stop to the countless murders that were happening alongside it. You weren't sure of the cause yourself but all things considered Astarion wasn't doing the best job with keeping a low profile. The now ascended vampire Lord of the Crimson Palace, as well as your ex-lover got a bit too close to the sun so you were called in for damage control. Hoping to either stop him or find the true cause of these random and rampant murders.

After some careful decision making you decided to confront him in his Palace. No asking, no formalities, no invitation.

As you enter the Castle grounds walking past the now destroyed gate and push past the spawn casting holy light they hiss. Glaring they back away from you, unable to touch you. You doubt Astarion would let them touch you regardless. He always loved a dramatic entrance.

Storming through the castle stopping in his precious throne room you finally find him. Lounging on a golden throne in the middle of the space, his gaze burned through you as you came forward to speak.

"Astarion." You greet, looking less than amused as you dust yourself off. Wyll was busy with his Duke duties and the killings were becoming too much so you were sent to handle this issue. Ever since his Ascension so much had changed. But not so much that Astarion wouldn't listen to you. If anyone could make him change his mind it was you and everyone knew it.

"... (Y/N)." He replied boredly as he looked at his nails than at you. His tone remained cool and disinterested though he was attempting to hide a smile that threatened to appear on his face. His chin rested on his hand as he shifted turning his focus solely towards you. "To what do I owe the pleasure of being visited by you…” His eyes trail the hallway behind you and for a moment he seems to be having a conversation. His lips which had been fighting a sly smile curl into a satisfied smirk. “alone..?” He finally finishes his red eyes taking in your form with interest as it clicks that his old friend is truly there with no backup. While that look should scare you, it didn't. Despite everything you knew Astarion would never really hurt you.

"I was hoping we could talk like the old friends we are and come to an agreement. If not, this will become less Civil." You state taking a step forward. He hums crimson gaze remaining locked on your form.

Astarion after a moment to let the words settle chuckled more than amused from your statement. You're sure he was thinking how you were always the diplomat, always wanting a peaceful solution. He often commented on your more calm methods which drove his sanity and patience to no end. Even before his ascension he truly struggled with the idea of humanity, of kindness.

"Hah, you think you can come to me, in my palace, my domain, and demand me to listen to you?" He chuckled darkly, standing up from the throne. As he loomed over you, his steps were silent. His presence domineering. He walked closer to you but you didn't stand down, eyes staring back at him refusing to bow to his whims. "I know your game, darling. You think you can sweet talk me, with your pretty little words. But I'm not the weak spawn you know from all that time ago. You have no power over me.” He states firmly stopping only a foot or so away from you in all his vampiric elegance.

You could reach out and touch him, he was so close and so you do.

A small smile reaches your lips as your hand lands on his chest. He was taller than you, not that you ever minded. "Really?" You hummed not at all afraid as he tried to be imposing. Your stern attitude faded, replaced with a coy playfulness that always got you exactly what you wanted from him. "You don't still want a pretty little consort?" You question teasing him, your hand becoming two fingers as you walk your hand up his chest.

As Astarion stiffens under your touch clearly not expecting that he suddenly smirked, willing to play the game. Pressing himself closer your hand moves from his chest and instead reaches up to brush against his cheek. Astarions eyes widen at your bold move and as you smile softly you know he wasn't expecting this. "I did miss you Astarion. Was all of this to get my attention?" You question in a teasing tone a mischievous look in your eye as you tilt your head and flutter your lashes.

His cheeks flush ever so slightly and his eyes focused on you with an intensity that would leave others trembling. He was completely caught off guard at your words; your affections. Astarion had expected you to simply grovel for your precious city or to immediately get on with your demands. Yet here you were, after all this time teasing him and touching him so tenderly. Lovingly. Like you once did. And here he was leaning into your touch realizing how much he missed it. How much he missed you.

Astarion realizing what you're doing hissed in frustration. He grabbed your wrist, his grip tight, but not painful as he forced your hand away from his face. "Don't play coy with me. We’re both smarter than that.” He warned.

"I'm being truthful!” You protest feigning innocence but if you really looked at your behavior, analyzed your words, apart of it wasn't acting. You did mean what you were saying. You missed him. “I did want to visit you! You never invited me to any of your fancy balls and you never gave me a proper Summons. I'm not much of a party crasher but then people's safety became an issue." You hum before pausing. Grabbing his hand again you smile at Astarion with a knowing look. "No Ring despite your many suitors. Are you waiting for someone?" You question.

Astarion allowed you to grab his hand. Despite having the ability to pull away or harm you for touching him he was completely enraptured by you, by the way you toyed with him.

"Many suitors, yes, perhaps." He replied, rolling his eyes in faux annoyance, but there was a pang of… was it jealousy? Irritation. You saw a brief expression depicting his real emotions before he hid behind a mask of indifference. He hated himself for feeling anything about you but here he was and there you were. Feeling. He gritted his teeth and you just smiled, making him huff. "None I would consider keeping, at any rate. And certainly none with your… charm." He finally settles on, his crimson eyes scanning your face for a reaction.

You hummed before glancing backwards looking around his empty throne room that gradually transformed into a ballroom. Your hand was still holding his and you couldn't help but really take in the beauty of this place, dragging him slightly as you walked away.

Astarion had completely restored the once in ruins castle. Cazadors palace was no more, no this was the Anuncins Crimson Palace now and it was beautiful, truly a work of art. Of course you expected nothing less from Astarion and his lavish lifestyle.

The spawn now a true vampire always did have a taste for the finer things in life. And despite being terrible at planning once upon a time he gained confidence when he Ascended and that confidence led to plans that were now more than ambition and ideals. Astarion always was smarter than people gave him credit for.

"You owe me a dance." You state pulling on his hand to drag him further on the dance floor as you give him a playful look.

Astarion's lips curled into a smirk as you spoke. He was clearly amused by your demand, and yet watching him closely, he had no intentions of saying no.

"Oh, I do~?" He asked, though he was already leading you to the center of the room. One hand was at your waist, as the other one held your hand. "And who do I owe it to Lordship…?” He questions wanting a last name, wanting to know if his favorite party leader ever settled down.

“An old friend.” You hum and he smiles tilting his head.

“just a friend?” He questions and you swallow changing the subject.

"... 7,000 souls was a steep price to pay Astarion. But I hope you know that isn't the only reason I felt like I had to leave. I still care about you, I always will." You state firmly as he begins to dance with you. His grip tightening slightly as he thinks about you slipping through his fingers again. "I'm a little frustrated you stopped all communication you know. I sent letters asking how you were, wanting to know if you were doing okay. I asked your thraals if I could have a meeting with you whenever I was in town, but they always denied me." You state pouting at him.

Astarions brows suddenly furrowed as he almost stopped dancing. His eyes hardened, seeming to process something. Letters? Meetings? Observing his face you realize that was news to him.

“You don't exactly have an address.” He finally responds, his calculating gaze never leaving you as you dance together.

"You know I've never been one for Nobel Life. I prefer the Nomadic and Adventurer life style. I agree I moved around a lot but you could've found me. A Ball would've been nice. I've always loved to dance and I've always loved to see you happy." You hum softly smiling as he spins you.

Astarion's eyes narrowed as you said this, his mind racing to think of a reason for why he hadn't received any letters. Could someone be… preventing him from seeing you? His spawn were connected to him, but they had free will. Astarion wasn't Cazador. Studying him his grip on you became tighter as you continued to dance. Your eyes glanced at the sudden death grip and he only relaxed when you mentioned how you preferred the life of a nomad and adventurer. Old memories seemed to spark in his mind.

"Yes, I do remember that. No doubt you were traipsing across the countryside, getting yourself into trouble and endangering your own life while I was here surrounded by finery and luxury.” He hums his gaze soft as he takes in your visage.

"I'm still here!" You respond a smile on your face before you squeal as Astarion spins you suddenly. "This is hard without music. I'm lost on the steps-" You giggle as you catch yourself from stumbling and Astarion hummed bringing you closer to nuzzle against your exposed neck.

He chuckled as you squealed, his grip on you becoming tight and possessive once more. His nose nuzzled your neck, as he took a good whiff of you, taking in your natural scent. You could feel the longing in his touch, the need in his body. He wanted to bite you so badly…

"Lost, you say?” He whispers against your ear. I'm surprised you remember the steps at all. I thought I remembered having to correct your footwork every few seconds and how you stepped on my poor shoes." He teased, trying to get a rise out of you.

"I've already said sorry! I was drunk and was trying to impress you!" You retort before giggling as Astarion dips you. "You are doing the dance wrong on purpose to get a rise out of me." You observe before lightly smacking his chest. As you laugh he pulls you to your feet and spins you again. "Your trying to make me dizzy!" You complain but it's clear from your laugh you're having fun. Despite the danger you did miss Astarion.

Astarion laughed with you, continuing the dance as he spun you once more, before bringing your body as close as possible to his chest. "Now, why would I try to get a rise out of you?~" He asked, feigning innocence.

He was very much taking advantage of this opportunity to hold you close. Too close perhaps.

As he gazed at you longingly you swallowed. It had been so long since he'd felt your body against his. Something in his eyes told you it had been too long- and that he wanted to savor every second of it. He was certainly being touchy.

You smile and lean against his chest. Putting your shoes on top of his so he can hold you and glide the two of you across the ballroom floor you decide to let your worries fade away for now.

He pulls you closer, still keeping the guise of the dance as he leaned down to nuzzle against your neck again. Astarion took a deep breath in, taking in your scent, your warmth, and the flutter of your pulse against his lips. He had missed all of this far more than he was willing to admit. And maybe you were the same.

His lips were pressed delicately against the skin of your neck, and he could feel your shuddering breaths against his chest each time he exhaled, but he was hesitant to kiss you, to taste you.

"Stari?" You question a slight laugh to your tone.

“Mhm?” He hummed in response, his face shifting to bury itself within your hair, enjoying the closeness you shared more than anything else.

His hand moved lower, from the small of your back to just above your hip, holding you tightly, afraid of you slipping away…

His lips hovered over your neck again, almost touching your skin as he waited for you to speak. His fangs were out, and they itched, begging to sink into your soft, supple skin.

"I missed you..." You whisper softly before hiding your face in his chest. "I really really missed you..."

"I missed you too..." He mirrored back softly, as his arms wrapped tight around you, holding you as close as he could. His hand reached up, to cup your chin and gently lift your head up to look at him.

He was staring into your eyes intently, studying every little detail of you that he could. Memorizing it all. "You can't imagine how much I've missed you... My darling.” He purrs softly.

As his lips press against yours, the dancing stops and your body goes limp in his hold, melting into his touch. You lower your guard...

Before you can realize what he's doing and stop him Astarion takes off the amulet protecting you from his vampiric enthrall powers. As you pull away from the kiss your eyes widen and you make a desperate grab for the amulet. It was a gift from Gale and Wyll to keep you safe during the negotiation with Astarion. Something that made it so the vampire couldn't enthrall or mind control you. "Stari-" You whine and he hums wagging it infront of your face.

As he removed the amulet from your neck, the look of surprise, perhaps even fear that flashed within your eyes, was something he couldn't help but enjoy.

"Sorry darling, did you think I wouldn't have a way around such.. protections?" He asked mockingly a smirk plastered across his features.

He ran his thumb across your cheek, his touch gentle, his motions almost loving as he stared into your eyes. Now that you were under his enthrall he was going to make sure you'd stay that way this time.

As he tucked away the amulet his other hand which had been tangled in your hair moved to your chin. His grip was tight as he forced you to look upwards at him but not bruising, never bruising.

His gaze was intense and his pupils blown wide at having won. He could see the pulse on your neck as your words really sunk in. You missed him, you really missed him and now he had you…

"You should have never left in the first place~" He said softly, his tone mocking as it was his turn to tease you. As he leaned down and placed a soft, fleeting kiss on your forehead a shiver traveled through your body.

You had never truly seen him like this. Sure, he was commanding in bed, but he was never in complete control, you always had some agency and say in what happened.

Now, you stood completely powerless against him. And the way he stared down at you, a smug smirk on his face, was making your heart beat faster for the first time in a long time.

His lips met your forehead in another gentle yet mocking kiss, as if telling you that he had you wrapped around his finger.

"Astarion-" You grit through your teeth.

"It's your turn to listen love." He hums softly playing with your hair.

Astarion smiled at you, his hand twirling a lock of your hair, as he regarded you with mock sympathy. "... Now now darling, don't start complaining. You should have learned your lesson by now." He hums seeing your pout.

He leaned down, his hand at your chin, forcing eye contact as he whispered in your ear. "You are mine now. No more leaving.” He states. “No more leaving my sight. No more disappearing and getting yourself into trouble. No more not knowing where you are. I'm going to keep you here, by my side, where you belong.” He finishes before pecking your lips.

"Astarion." You repeat through grit teeth fighting his control and he paused. His Darling had a fight in them others didn't. He'd give you that. He continues playing with your hair but he doesn't ask you to stop talking. He's clearly curious to see what you'll say. "You want me? I want you just as much. You can have me." You state grabbing at his shirt. Astarions eyes widened slightly surprised by your boldness. "But we need to talk." You beg your hands tightening their grip.

Astarion's composure faltered for a moment, as you words hit him. He hadn't expected you to be… forward about this. You were supposed to be begging on your knees for him. Not…

He regained his composure quickly enough, though. He was the one in control here, and he made sure his voice reflected that.

"Talk? Oh my dear, that's the last thing we need to be doing right now." His hand moved from your chin, to grab your wrist, gently yet firmly, intending to take you off somewhere more intimate and private.

"STOP. Listen." You hiss and Astarion pauses. "I love you. So Listen." You beg making him stiffen.

Astarion's expression hardened for a moment, as you suddenly snapped at him, ordered him to listen, to stop. He had meant to lead you away, but now he stood still, listening to your words.

"…Very well. Talk." He replied, his grip on your wrist tightening just enough to be noticeable, a show of power.

You took a deep breath, it felt like a heaviness in your chest had lifted. Like you were no longer trapped.

Your eyes widened as you looked up. Astarion hummed and moved some hair out of your face. His red eyes focused on your hair as he played with it. He had dropped the enthrall. You had his attention.

Astarion smirked as your eyes widened, his fingers running through the locks of your hair, a casual gesture, almost… affectionate.

"Well, my darling, you have my attention. Make sure that whatever's on your mind, you're very clear about it." His voice was low and smooth, his gaze fixed on your face, studying your expression with his calculating gaze.

"I don't care that people are dying. I understand you and your Spawn need to feed. But Astarion it's Fathers, Mother's, Children." You state quickly and Astarion stiffens.

Children? That was obviously news to him. He forbade his spawn from touching kids. Astarion's expression darkened at your words- at the mention of children. "What?" He questioned, his voice low, an almost dangerous tone to his words. "Spawn are forbidden from drinking from or taking children." He said slowly, his grip on your wrist tightening at theaccusation.

He was more than aware that most people thought of him as a monster, and he'd never cared all that much. But the idea that his spawn had gone against his direct orders…

"Astarion. Children and Orphans. Young ones are going missing. If they are in the orphanage they are safe. But if they are on the street, especially at night, they're going missing." You explain softly. "Wyll and I have a deal for you. Please consider it or it will be war." You beg your hands gripping his suit tightly. "I dont... I don't want to lose you." You plead tears appearing in your eyes at the thought.

Astarion's expression remained grim, his frown deepening as you spoke. The thought of children, of children being targeted… it didn't sit well with him. But he felt a sense of anger at the thought of a deal, of a negotiation.

"What kind of deal are you talking about?" He asked, his voice still low- but there was curiosity now, a hint of intrigue, despite his anger in their interference.

"Either the spawn conversion rate or spawn drinking rate is too high. People are dying in numbers Baldur's Gate can't keep up with.” You state.

Astarion let out a frustrated huff, his grip still tight on you wrist, though he wasn't hurting you - he knew not to, in this situation- but he was struggling to control himself. He would not be threatened.

"What exactly is the 'deal' being proposed, then?" He asked again, his eyes boring into your, demanding a more concrete answer this time.

"You are an important part of Baldur's Gate now. The Crimson palace keeps half the economy in Baldur's Gate going with the number of people you hire and the trade and exports you bring in."

Astarion raises an eyebrow at your words, his initial annoyance slowly shifting towards curiosity. It was… an interesting point. One that he hadn't been expecting.

"And what would this 'deal' involve on my part?" He asked, his expression softening slightly. "Money? Slaves? What's the price?”

"Wyll wants an exact number of your spawn and your workforce. He would like names to match with the dead so he can send letters to families and proper compensation. I know you give your spawn traditional burials and compensation for their deaths. I know that you're not your old master. That when you overdrink and kill someone money appears on their families door. That the body is properly taken care of. You're not as cruel as you pretend to be." You say softy and Astarion stiffens.

He huffs at the accusation of being kind but a small part of him knows your right. He nuzzles against your warm neck trying to soothe himself. Your warm body and gentle pulse is a balm on his otherwise injured ego. Despite the stakes your heart doesn't race. You still aren't afraid of him and he's glad that after all this time you trust him.

Astarion remains motionless for a moment, his chin resting atop your shoulder. The idea of providing exact numbers felt like a weakness, a show of vulnerability. For a moment, he wanted to refuse, to take offense at your request. But he couldn't. Not when you were standing there, being so… understanding. Your warning, your trust, it had gotten to him.

"Very well." He said, with only a hint of reluctance in his voice. "I'll provide a list of the spawn, as well as the deaths.”

"I want whoever drank from the children dead." You add softly. "Whoever killed them needs to be on trial for their crimes." You add. “You typically punish your spawn as they are your people but whoever did this. I want them.”

Astarion let out a low, growling groan. Dealing with spawn was like herding cats as it was, and the thought of a trial… it felt like an unnecessary hassle. Just a political game. And not a fun one.

"Very well, I'll have the offenders identified and... dealt with." He grumbled, the anger slowly fading into resigned acceptance. It was a fair condition - as much as he hated it.

"Now I want to discuss ethical blood letting and donation." You shift the conversation to the actual deal part. What Astarion gets from agreeing. "That's what Wyll and I are willing to give you in exchange for all this information and corporation." You state gaining more confidence now that you felt like he was truly listening.

Astarion lifted his head, his expression intrigued, listening intently as you spoke. The mention of blood donations was… unexpected.

"Oh, do continue- I'm very curious to see how you think this will work." He said, as a sly smirk made its way onto his face.

"I've done the math with Gale and Wyll. Criminals are typically hanged in Baldur's Gate. There's almost a hanging a day. Same on the Sword Coast in various cities. Your spawn may feed on them. You can keep them alive in your dungeons or drain them in one go if they have the death penalty. Criminals will be delivered directly to you. It will make crime go down, it will save innocent people from being killed. Those that have sentences and are staying in jail will give up blood once or twice a week to not exhaust or kill them. They'll be fed exceptional diets and will exercise to keep their blood healthy and clean of disease. If you have a more expensive taste Nobles have offered to trade blood for favors. It's dubious but far more ethical than random murders." You offer

Astarion hums, contemplating the proposal. His fingers brush against your cheek as he stares into your eyes. It was... not terrible, he had to admit. Criminals and prisoners being given as food... it was not a bad idea.

"And the Nobility? What is their idea of a 'favor' exactly?" He questions curious his thumb brushing your bottom lip.

He didn't trust the nobles as far as he could throw them and he doesn't believe they'll make good on their word to give blood.

"Land extensions, tax breaks, laws being passed." You explain. "Wyll will be overseeing that project. The size of the favor will depend on the longevity of their donation." You add. "Basically, we're creating a new currency. One of blood rather than Gold. Does that make sense?"

Blood debts was a new one. Astarion signed feeling your warm flesh under his cold touch. He had been rather sloppy with his spawn conversion as of late and he knew it'd bite him sooner or later. The amount he was creating… making a more accurate account of his growing number of subjects was an imposing task he had been ignoring. One that now seemed appealing considering this system would make sure they were all fed without allowing them to go feral on the streets at night.

But there was something else he wanted.

Astarion's lips curled into a small smirk as you explained your idea. Blood debts... it was a unique idea, and one he could certainly see it working.

"You know love, you're quite smart when you want to be." He said, as his thumb brushed your lip again. "There is only one small, additional detail I'd like to add.” He purrs, leaning in close.

As he smirked down at you, you rolled your eyes. "Yes Astarion?" You question already knowing what he'd ask for.

He hummed softly, amused at your annoyance, before gently brushing a lock of hair away from your face. His touch still surprisingly gentle, almost sensual.

"Oh, you already know what I will say darling." He hums, his smirk widening into a devilish grin. "I was serious before. No more going off on your own little adventures. You'll stay here with me, where I can keep an eye on you at all times.”

"I want to be your official consort and I want to oversee the prisoner project." You state firmly. "Or no deal.”

Astarion's smirk faltered for a moment at your declaration though he quickly regained his composure, his gaze hardening slightly. He hadn't expected you to demand something like that in return - to try to negotiate with him so boldly. And yet it wouldn't be you if you didn't. His finger tapped your lip.

"Oh, you're quite the little negotiator now, are you? It's adorable, really." He purred his tone slightly mocking, but with a hint of genuine... fondness? "Fine. You may oversee the prisoners. But don't think that means you can go running off on any adventures when I'm not looking.” Astarion states. “Wyll can come here, you won't be leaving the castle or going back to sword coast. You'll stay. With me.” He hummed his lips hovering over yours as he went to kiss you. You frown not done yet before you lean back to keep him away for just a moment longer.

"As your consort you'll turn me then?” You clarify. “I don't want to be a thrall Astarion. I'd rather be dead than just another pawn in this game you play. A body you use. You will make me a True Vampire, if I'm your consort I'm your partner. We'll be committed. There'll be a vampire bride and vampire rites ceremony. There's no going back. Things will change." You list your demands staring in his eyes as he looks at your lips.

Astarion chuckled softly at your words, a smirk still plastered across his face. He'd known this was coming, had thought about it often before. He'd even rehearsed his response.

But you were so adamant, so demanding, and he couldn't help but find it endearing.

"So you want to be my partner, my darling consort for all eternity ~" He purred, moving closer, pinning you against his body. One hand was planted firmly on your back as you were dipped slightly. The other hand rested on your chin forcing you to look directly at him as he leaned in. "It's quite the commitment you're asking for~”

As he smirked down at you, you rolled your eyes. But there was a fondness in them, a gentle playfulness in the action rather than true annoyance. As his hand moved from your chin to your cheek you melted into his touch. You tilted your neck slightly giving him an open invitation. "I know exactly what I'm asking for. Are you willing to give it?" You question.

He smiled his lips centimeters above yours. When you leaned in he finally closed the distance giving you a proper kiss. The feeling made your body tremble. Melting into him, into his hold, a warmth started in your chest that spread throughout your body. As Astarion pulled away his lips left a soft trial of kisses to your neck until he paused over your jugular.

His lips hovered. He was close enough he could smell your blood, feel the subtle thrum of your pulse against his tongue. You were taunting him, teasing him, and he loved every second of it.

"Am I willing to give it?" He breathed, his nose nuzzling against your pulse point, as he held you tightly in his arms practically drooling. "Oh my darling, for you, I'll give you anything you want.” He promised.

You nodded and that's all Astarion needed. The bite was more painful than you remembered and you whimpered slightly as his fangs sunk into your neck. But despite the adrenaline from the pain you felt completely safe in Astarions arms. He wouldn't harm you. And that painful sensation slowly turned to euphoric bliss as you realized that.

Astarion's arms wrapped tight around you, holding you close as he fed on you. Your blood, your scent, your taste... it was all just as he remembered. Just as addictive as the first time he'd fed from you. How he missed it while you were away.

As your blood filled his mouth, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of possessiveness as he held you in his arms, as your life essence flowed within him, bonding the two of you. He was feeding on you... and he'd never let you go.

As your eyes fluttered from how much he was drinking Astarion pulled away gently kissing the wound as you collapsed in his arms dizzy from the blood loss and pleasure. As he smiled down at you he returned your necklace. He was only half being serious when he took it earlier. If you were staying he supposed he didn't need to keep it.

He softly kissed his bite mark on you. You wanted a Vampire Bridal Ceremony and a Vampires Rites Ceremony.

He'd keep you human until then. Feed on you a few more times and really savor your sweetness until you were turned like him.

"Stari..." You mumble softly your vision slowly fading out.

Astarion caught you as you nearly collapsed. He held you tight in his arms. There was something almost... tender about the way he held you gently, as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Surrounded by all this opulence and his only waking thoughts were always of you.

His lips placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as you murmured his name in your dazed state. "Hush, my darling. Rest now." He said softly. "I'll take you back to my room and keep you safe. When you wake up we can... discuss the ceremony and our future.” He promised.

As he shifted you to cradle you against him you hummed content. "I missed you..." You repeat fading into unconsciousness the bite mark now feeling numb as the pain slowly melted away.

Astarion's heart fluttered at those simple words. He smiled and adjusted you as he held you tightly in his arms. Hearing you say that you missed him... after he'd spent so long wondering if you ever wanted to see him again... it was like music to his ears.

"I missed you too... my darling consort." He gently cooed before he carried you through the halls of his palace, headed towards his and now your bedroom.

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sing for me (soft dom!astarion x fem sub!tav)

contents: 18+ ONLY, MDNI, anxiety, slight exhibitionism, oral (female recieving), fingering, unprotective p in v sex, creampie, precum, almost getting caught in the act, edging/orgasm denial, astartion being a little shit, sweet fluff at the end word count: 2,499

authors note: this is a lovely request from @koalamuffin, thank you so much, darling! i hope you enjoy! sorry it took so long waa ;-;

lots of these quotes are from my prompt list! if you’d like to request one of your own, or come up with your own that you’d like, my asks are currently open!

“Astarion…” You groaned in a whisper, trying desperately not to make too much noise.

It had only been five minutes since you’ve come to bed with Astarion in his tent. You just wanted to sleep to get ready for another long day in the Shadow Cursed Lands tomorrow, but he had other plans.

Within moments of you entering his tent and laying down next to him, an innocent cuddle soon turned into him gripping your breasts mercilessly, swiping his nimble thumbs over your hardened peaks through your shirt. You found yourself subconsciously grinding your ass against his already rock hard cock, trying to make some friction.

Your face was flushed a deep red and your breathing was low and heavy, eventual whimpers escaping your lips. A dark chuckle left your beloved as he drug his sharp fangs along the pulse point of your neck, making you yelp and clasp a hand over your mouth.

He crawled on top of you, pushing your leg to the side with his, getting between your legs. You shuddered as one of his hands trailed down your sternum and just above the waistline of your small clothes. You gripped his hand, stopping him. He pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, a worried expression on his beautiful face.

“Shall I stop, darling?” He asked, concerned.

His words made your heart soar. He always made sure you were comfortable, no matter how turned on you both were. “N-No, don’t stop… I just don’t want anyone hearing…” You whispered, gesturing over to the campfire. Lae’zel, Wyll, and Shadowheart circled around it on their bedrolls, sleeping peacefully. A wicked smirk grew on his face as he took your wrist and pinned it above your head, staring deeply into your being with his almost glowing red eyes. He scoffed at your remark as he leaned down toward you once more, his lips ghosting yours.

“Please, darling. It’s not like they haven’t heard you before,” He purred softly. His lips brushed against yours with every word he spoke, cold air hitting you. 

You were about to object when he suddenly slipped his hand under your small clothes, running his middle digit up your slit to part your lips. You held your hand over your mouth once again, struggling not to make any noise. He growled softly as he felt your arousal drench his finger. He pulled his hand away briefly, making you whine. He brought the digit in between his lips and sucked on it, tasting your slick. He groaned as he tasted it, closing his eyes. Seeing how obsessed with how you tasted always got you riled up, but the way he savored it in this moment, moaning around his own finger sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, your arousal now sticking between your thighs.

He pulled his finger away and sighed blissfully. “Delicious…” He whispered breathlessly. You flushed at his words and pressed your thighs together in embarrassment, looking away shyly. You felt his icy fingertips on your chin as he turned your head to face him, clicking his tongue.

“Ah, ah, ah, no… Look at me,” He purred softly. You held his gaze as he slowly kissed down your body, leaving gentle nips along the way. “Gods, you are intoxicating… You truly were made just to ruin me, darling,” He trailed down your body, kissing down your stomach until he reached your hips. He took the waistband of your small clothes in between his teeth and pulled them down. You trembled as you lifted your hips so they could slide off of you. You glanced over at the campfire once again, making sure no one was waking up.

Astarion took hold of your chin again, bringing you back to the present. “Darling, keep those pretty eyes on me, hm?,” He said softly. You whimpered at his words and nodded, watching him intently.

You nibbled on your bottom lip in anticipation, your face beet red and your chest heaving. You were tired of him torturing you, you needed him now.

 He chuckled at your state then gazed between your legs. Your arousal was very apparent; the sweet sticky liquid dripping from you and staining the bedroll underneath you. He hummed in approval and kissed down each thigh gently, starting just below your knees and making his way down agonizingly slowly. 

Your breath hitched as he kissed the soft flesh and bucked your hips, hoping to meet your lower lips with his. He chuckled once again, grabbing your hips and forcing them down to keep you still. 

“Desperate, are we?” He purred, smirking up at you. You shamelessly nodded, trying to buck your hips once again. “Please…” You whispered, feeling yourself clench around nothing. The emptiness inside you was too much to bear. He hummed, thinking to himself. “Beg,” He said nonchalantly as he started to back away from you, not giving you anything until you obeyed him.

You looked at him hungrily, your eyebrows furrowed and nibbling once again on your lip. He let out a long frustrated sigh as he gazed at you.

“Don’t look at me like that. You know what that does to me, pet.” He whispered in a growl, a smirk growing on his face. “How do you expect me to give you what you want if you don’t ask, hm?”

You whined as you threw your head back in frustration. “Astarion… Please… Taste me. Taste all of me, I want your tongue…” You whimpered, spreading your sex open for him and revealing your wetness. He gazed upon your cunt and licked his lips. His eyes shot back up to you and smirked wider, revealing his pearly white fangs.

“Good girl.”

He made no hesitation to lower his mouth to your sex, placing a soft kiss on your clit before gliding his tongue against your twitching entrance to your clit, swirling his tongue around you. You arch your back and bite your knuckle, gasping softly. You made sure to glance every now and then over to the camp while he was busy lapping you to double check to see if anyone had woken up. 

He took your clit between his lips and sucked gently, flicking his tongue along it while it was in his mouth. An icy cold finger soon found your entrance and pushed in very shallowly, only to his first knuckle. You breathed heavy, trying your best not to make any noise. You held hard eye contact with Astarion as he continued to torture you with his tongue and finger, his dark red orbs piercing into you.

All of a sudden he pushed his finger into you and curled it, immediately pushing against your special spot. You gasped loudly and that’s when you heard it, a groggy noise coming from Wyll. You sat up abruptly, keeping your eye on him as he sat up from his bedroll, which was facing away from you. You had woken him up…

“What in the Hells was that…” Wyll asked himself, scratching the back of his head and looking around.

Astarion sat up with you and pressed his palm tightly against your mouth, glaring at you hungrily. His finger continued to pump in and out of you slowly, making your legs shake. The feeling of him finger fucking you mixed with the anxiety of getting caught in the act was a brutal feeling. And it excited Astarion beyond belief.

He was quick to add another finger when Wyll stood, grunting and stretching as he watched the campfire, completely oblivious.

“Mmh…” You moaned against Astarion’s hand and he leaned in toward your ear, whispering. “Sshh… You don’t want to wake everyone, do you?” You shook your head, daring not to make another sound. You both watched Wyll as he sauntered around camp for a few moments, looking to see if he could find the source of the sound that had awoken him. Astarion’s pace quickened every time he got closer to the tent, torturing your needy cunt and trying to get you to make a sound. You shut your eyes tightly and desperately tried to focus on anything but the pleasure you were receiving.

Astarion saw how hard you were trying to keep quiet and smiled sweetly at you, whispering once again in your ear to praise you. “Very, very good, darling…” Your breath slightly hitched, causing Wyll to turn around once again, a curious look on his face. Astarion stopped his pace on you abruptly. 

“Quiet. Now.” He whispered, a slight growl in his voice. He pressed his palm to your mouth tighter as Wyll decided to awaken Shadowheart and Lae’zel. He quickly explained to them that he had heard strange noises and thought they should investigate. The two women groaned as they lazily started gearing up and headed towards the forest, to investigate something they would never find.

Astarion slowly withdrew his hand from your face and you sighed in relief. You looked at him and giggled softly. “That was close…” You said, another pent up sigh leaving you. He chuckled darkly as he pushed you onto your back once again, crawling between your legs. “You’ve got to be more careful, dear…” He purred. “But no matter, now you get to sing as loud as you want.”

He quickly rid himself of his pants, revealing his almost painfully hard cock. Precum dripped from the tip and the delicious vein running up the side of his shaft was throbbing.

You felt your mouth start to water at the sight, starting to reach for it. He took your hand and pinned it to your side, shaking his head. “No, no, dear… This is about you,” He smiled devilishly down at you. He pulled back slightly to line his fingers up with your entrance once again, teasing you by shallowly fucking you with them. 

“Now, remind me, if you will… What is it you wanted, again?” He smirked. He loved hearing you beg, it assured him that you trusted him enough to control your pleasure. Just the fact alone that you entrusted him with that was enough to make his cock throb violently.

You whined, refusing to put up a fight this time because the heat in your core was almost painful. You wanted nothing more than for him to make you come over and over again. “Please, my love… I need your fingers inside me. I want you so bad… Please.” Suddenly he was knuckle deep inside you, mercilessly curling his fingers up and against your g spot. You moaned softly, knowing your party could still hear you if you were too loud. 

This made Astarion growl in frustration, his pace quickening inside you. His thumb moved up to rub your clit gently.

“Louder, pet. Sing for me,” He purred, honey dripping from his words. Your frustration was too intense to argue, so you let out a slightly louder moan. “A-Astarion…!” A successful laugh bubbled from his throat, quickly moving down your body to replace the thumb on your clit with his mouth once again. 

“Yes… Louder.”

Your moans and whimpered crescendoed as you felt your core tighten, your orgasm quickly approaching. Suddenly, he slowed his movements on you, earning him a frustrated groan from you. “No, no, no… Not yet, my love,” He purred. “You don’t get to come until my cock is deep inside you, do you understand?” You looked down at him with a scowl on your face, beet red flushed your entire face and creeped down your neck and you were lightly sweating. You were done playing his little games. 

“Then give me your cock, godsdammit!” You whined loudly, your chest heaving. His eyes widened and he chuckled. “Ah, so the pup has a bite after all, hm? Alright… I suppose you’ve been good enough,” He said, withdrawing his fingers and sitting on his knees between your legs. 

He took his cock and smeared your overflowing juices on his tip, lubing himself up. He lined himself up with your clenching entrance, hissing through his teeth. You watched him intensely, your breath hitching at every movement he made. He looked at you with hungry, half lidded eyes as he slowly rolled his hips, pushing just the tip inside. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the delicious stretch of him as he pushed further and further into you. He sighed blissfully as he became fully sheathed inside you, enjoying your warmth for a moment before he quickly thrust himself in and out of you, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the quiet night.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. You breathlessly whimpered, choked out moans eventually passing your lips, not caring about the volume anymore. He grunted as he laid wet sloppy kisses on your neck, gently grazing the soft skin with his fangs, not enough to draw any blood however. “That’s it, darling… Just like that,: He purred in your ear, reaching down and rubbing your clit as he continued to thrust deeply into you, reaching places you didn’t even know existed. 

Your core tightened again at his praise. You clenched tightly around him, earning you a growled ��Fuck…” from him. Your vision blurred and your body tensed as your orgasm quickly approached again. “A-Astarion, please… I need to come, please!” You pleaded, lightly scratching at his back and being mindful of his scars. He moaned as his hips started to stutter and become uneven. “Gods… Yes, darling,” He growled. “Come with me, my sweet. Be my good girl and come with me.”

Your legs trembled with the intensity of an earthquake as your orgasm clashed through your body. You gripped onto him tightly as your eyes squeezed shut, a mix between a moan and a scream escaping you. You drenched his hips with your come as he filled you with his, a loud moan leaving him as well. You both bathed in the afterglow for a few moments, panting and gripping onto each other. He pulled away slightly to look at you and cup your cheek, which was damp with sweat. You opened your eyes to look at him, tears formed at the corners of your eyes and a little drool dripping from your mouth. He chuckled and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“Look at you, such a pretty little mess…” He said softly with his usual honeyed voice. You giggled shyly and pecked the tip of his beautiful nose. “Y-Your fault,” You mumbled breathlessly. He chuckled once again and slowly pulled out of you, looking down at his masterpiece, smiling. 

He flopped down next to you on his back and you curled up to him, mumbling a soft “I love you…” as you fell asleep on his chest. He smiled and quickly grabbed a blanket, covering you both and pressed another kiss to your head.

“I love you too, darling. Now rest… We have a long day tomorrow.”

[justporo]

Opening chests - A guide by Astarion Ancunín

As someone who's been merely seen as a body to use in the worst kind of ways, Astarion enjoys being needed for just about anything else.

You first noticed this when the rest of the party struggled to open a promising looking treasure chest which you all hoped would contain some direly needed riches - or at least something to make for a good dinner.

You were just about to step in and offer your expertise when Astarion made an entrance.

“By all the gods above and below! You bunch call yourself adventurers and can't even pick a simple lock such as this?” he exclaimed as he strode over with a swagger and a viciously teasing smirk. Gale moaned. He knew just like any of the others that Astarion was about to be insufferable when he put on a tone like this - more insufferable than usual that means.

“All these books and not a single one to be useful, just as always? Am I right - oh great Gale of Waterdeep?” the vampire barked back at the wizard's annoyed reaction.

Gale just pressed his mouth into a thin line, not willing to hand his pale companion more opportunities for snide remarks.

“I could always smash it with my axe,” Karlach chimed in and immediately grabbed for her martial weapon and took an enthusiastic step towards the chest.

Astarion threw out his arms to hold her off: “NO!” The tiefling just shrugged and casually hammered her weapon into the ground and leaned against it - an impressive show of her strength.

“My dear Karlach,” Astarion began “your uhm… enthusiasm is deeply appreciated.” (The sarcasm in his voice told another story. But Karlach still beamed at him) “But stuff like this is in need of a little more finesse,” the rogue finished and wiggled his long fingers.

You watched all of this as you crossed your arms over your chest. The lock really wasn't that big of a challenge. You could have probably done it in the middle of the night, with no light source and drunk out of your mind. But Astarion was keen to make a show of it seemed - and by now you were too interested to watch it play out as your less roguish companions watched.

Astarion produced his thieves tools out of his pocket with an artful flip and a wink he aimed specifically at you. You grinned at him. Despite his sometimes goofy or weird mannerisms and the cheesy lines he dropped on about everyone ( but especially on you), you couldn't helped but to be charmed by the vampire.

Astarion made to get to work.

“Now watch,” he exclaimed cheerfully “and take some notes,” he finished dryly with a pointed look at Gale who just threw his hands in the air at another unneeded jab towards him.

It was merely the blink of an eye and suddenly the lock made an very audible a click and fell to the dusty ground.

Astarion jumped up again almost as quickly as he had kneeled down in front of the chest. “Hah!” he exclaimed, twirled around to the party and made an obnoxiously gracious bow.

Karlach clapped, honestly impressed.

You just smirked.

Shadowheart rolled her eyes.

Gale immediately went to open the chest and- “It's empty,” he declared. “What a grand treasure you have revealed to us, oh great Astarion of Know-it-all,” the wizard spat. “It was all for nothing.”

The glance the vampire threw at Gale couldn't have been more sharp had he used his dagger on the wizard. “You all got a great learning opportunity. You should be grateful!” Astarion answered and pursed his lips

“Learned what exactly, Astarion? We could see nothing,” Wyll commented dryly, earning another dagger glance.

Astarion clicked his tongue and strode off as the others seemed to have lost interest in the damned chest now that it had proven worthless.

“Don't come to me again then, crying for help,” the vampire snarled as he walked off, shoulders slumped a little. There might have been just the tiniest tinge of hurt in his voice.

“No one asked him,” Gale muttered. But now he earned sharp looks from the others too.

“What?” the wizard asked offendedly looking around the others.

“Every once in a while even a Know-it-all like Astarion deserves a little praise,” you said as you looked after the vampire. “The next time he opens a lock up for you, you better give him a little pat on the back. We all should, actually,” you closed and then went to go after Astarion.

The others muttered in quiet agreement.

And in fact, from there on out, Astarion became the designated lock picker of the party. And you were happy every time you saw Astarion's ruby eyes sparkle a little with pride when you asked for his help.

[serpenlupus]

About Wyll and his horns (and what they mean)

Let's say I was writing a part of my Tav's story with Wyll directly connected to the dialogue he has during the tiefling party, and while struggling with this bit, I've realized there's quite a few misconceptions floating around. I felt compelled to add information to the table that might clear them, so here we go.

First, what exactly happens to Wyll when he disobeys Mizora in act one? Well, he doesn't get turned into a devil, he certainly doesn't get turned into a tiefling, he's not a half fiend, not a demon, none of that. Wyll stays human, but he has horns and red eyes (and other features we can't see on his model as of now).

(Everyone has their race listed, Wyll's remains "Human")

This is because when a warlock fails to uphold some part of their contract they can suffer a certain number of consequences, Wylls is “The character grows horns, a tail, or some other devilish features that can't be removed by any means short of divine intervention. As long as these marks persist the character detects as a fiend when subjected to Detect Evil and Good spells or similar magic.” ( from Baldur's Gate: Descent into Avernus, page 214)

And I’ve come across some people that think it wasn’t so bad of a punishment, that he was being racist towards the tieflings, or just not being justified in being upset after having his body forcibly changed against his will. I think they are missunderstanding just how insidious Mizora’s actions were, and here I just want to give some context to maybe bring a better understanding to the situation. Your conclusions are up to you.

Gonna start by using a not exact analogy, but I think it’s going to make the explanation easier. Stick with me for a minute.

Remember Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Caribbean? He had a branded “P” on his arm that marked him as a pirate. A murderer, robber, criminal, etc. in the eyes of the society he was a part of. What did Jack do to earn the branding? (if you don’t know this I suggest you look up the “people aren’t cargo mate” scene) He refused to transport slaves and later freed them, and Beckett had him marked as punishment.

Then, in the first movie, he saves Elizabeth, a woman he didn’t know, from drowning. Right after however, when Norrington sees he has a branded “P”, he’s like “alright, off to jail with you, and then hanging”, no other option crosses his mind. Again, Jack doesn’t know Elizabeth, isn’t indicated to think he is going to be rewarded for helping her, he just sees a drowning person, sees that no one else is going to help, and chooses to save them. That is a pretty selfless/good aligned thing to do, for no other reason that he was the one able to do it, yet the branding in his arm overrides any good action he could ever do, marking him as a criminal for execution and no further thought.

In a way, that’s what Mizora did to Wyll; she forever visibly branded him as someone that has made deals with devils, and that in the world of DnD is a VERY BAD THING. Personally I really like the mod that gives him more devilish features, but at the same time I think there was something clever about choosing to leave him looking more human. He can’t be confused with a tiefling, he doesn’t have the ears, the claws, the tail, all those features that characterize them. He looks kind of uncanny, and that would be like a red flag for anyone in that world. (Beyond the already existing hate for tieflings that I’m not gonna tackle on here because it’s a complicated thing that deserves its own post). And Wyll wants to do good, he wants to help people, to be a positive force in the world so, so badly. This dude got abducted by a nautiloid, got tadpole’d, and the first thing he did right after that was come across the Tiefling refugees and be like “Oh you need help? No worries let me teach you self defense. Oh you being attacked by goblins? Let me blast them real quick”. His way of saying fuck you to all the awful things that have happened to him is being aggressively good and kind. Mizora knows this very well, wants to see him suffer for her amusement, wants to remind him he can't escape her claws, so her choice of punishment was to forever taint his future interactions with mistrust and suspicion. Some people can go real fast from “oh thank God they saved me” to “oh no, are they gonna rob me, are they trying to trick me, are they in cahoots with the ones that attacked me first?” just because of outward appearances. Especially in DnD world. And that deserves its own conversation, but we're focusing on Wyll here.

(Mizora, when I catch you Mizora)

“Well, maybe he shouldn’t have made a deal in the first plac- - “ He was seventeen, alone, preyed upon by Mizora and put in an impossible situation. Please PAY ATTENTION to the story you’re witnesing.

Anyway.

About the tieflings. I know it’s easy to think his words can be derisive towards them, but it’s less about the horns and more about his body being changed against his will. Imagine instead that he got half his face burned, or something that disfigured him. I think his feelings at the moment were closer to that, and yeah they are pretty insensitive words to say to someone with a similar condition (horns or disfiguration), but when feelings are fresh and raw like that it’s easy to say insensitive things. Not saying it was ok for him to say them, but there was no malice in his words. I’ve also seen some people share that they think Mizora wanted to change him more to make him unrecognizable to his original self, the Wyll Ravenguard kid, and I think there is some truth to that too. She wants to make sure that Wyll remembers that he belongs to her, there's no question to that.

(MIZORA, WHEN I CATCH YOU MIZORA)

Whether the Tieflings refugees would feel unsettled by Wyll or not? Yes. In a way, they would. From reasons aside from the ones I explained above, remember that these specific tieflings come from Elturel. If you didn’t pass the History check or don’t remember, Elturel is a city that was literally ripped from the land and dragged to Avernus, First layer of hell (it left a hole on the ground and everything) because their mayor made a deal with the Archdevil Zariel some decades back in the timeline. He sold the souls of all its citizens and the city itself.

This was probably one of the worst times of their lives. Some even got captured and forced to participate in the blood War, like Dammon as a mechanic. And after Elturel got returned to the surface, the tieflings lost their homes because they reminded the other citizens of the literal Hell they’d just gone through, and they kicked them out. And remember, they met and saw Wyll as a human, and then saw him with horns. It’s not unreasonable to think that by looking at him they would be reminded of all the events that led them to the awful situation they’re in. Because of someone that was making deals with devils, just like Wyll. Even if his situation is completely different. And Wyll knows that, that’s why he tells you the tieflings are unsettled by him and chooses to stay away during the party.

It was never just about the horns.

And I know Wyll calls himself a devil but I think it’s because it’s the closest thing he looks as; devils are a whole different race with their own intricacies, although humans can be turned into devils ONCE their souls go to Avernus and they start climbing the power hierarchy there (Mizora and Raphael are cambions/ half-devils btw, which is a different thing,  there are plenty of videos exploring those details more in depth).

Do I think Larian should have made some of this information clearer/easier to access? Maybe? but to be fair, it's a game focused and dedicated to a crowd that was already somewhat familiar with the source material, that blew up waay out of what they originally expected to reach. Hopefully they’ll add some clarifications like they did to other quests. 

Anyway these are my two cents to the conversation, have a nice day, and don't hesitate to add your two cents if you feel like it!

[grac3333]

generations pt2

georgia stanway x reader

“aye wyls if you hug me any tighter i’ll pop” you laughed as the georgia’s younger brother wound his arms around you tightly.

“well sorry for missing you” he said sarcastically but still holding onto you.

it had been 2 months since you had seen him. the last time being while they were all at the airport seeing you off.

wyll unwound his arms from you as you reached out for the woman standing next to him.

“how’s germany treating you then hunny” g’s mum joanne had asked, hugging you just as tightly as wyll.

“it’s everything i hoped it would be” you replied with a smile thinking about the place that had quickly become home to you.

over the january transfer window of 2022 you had decided to make a big move over to germany. to bayern munich specifically. while at chelsea you had won everything there was to be won in england. you were ready for a change. a challenge. even though it meant leaving behind friends and family.

the city was lovely, the people were lovely and the girls at bayern were lovely.

you had slotted straight in with the team making such close friends over a short period of time.

but when for the first time in your life you had to live by yourself, you started to struggle. you were a social person who enjoyed the company of your friends so the second you felt like that, you were on a plane and back in the arms of your favourite people.

you had england camp soon so you used that as an excuse to come over earlier and drive down with g.

“oh i’m glad and you look gorgeous darling” joanne said beaming while holding you at an arms length. your cheeks flushed at the complement.

-

“wooooooo go g!” you screamed from your seat, standing up and clapping. you could have sworn that over the past months she had gotten fitter. a hand shot up and pulled you back down.

“oh god y/n all she did was pass the ball” he sighed and rolled his eyes at you.

“oi I’m being supportive cheer up” you grinned poking at his sides. you would never admit it out loud but wyll was your favourite out of g’s family and it was obvious he loved you as well.

“does she even know your here” he questioned and you shook your head in response, smiling. g thought you were coming over a day later but you were offered the earlier flight and took it. you had always loved watching g play. anyone could tell how she was in her element doing what she did best and it never failed to make you smile seeing her so content.

“is olly here?” you wondered a bitter taste in your mouth at his name, and you frowned on your own accord. the mother and son next to you shared a look at your facial expressions. your opinion on georgias boyfriend was clear from a mile off and even after spending too long with him in lockdown, the two of you just couldn’t get along.

“no he’s got training today don’t worry” wyll replied grinned and it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“what you grinning for” you swung your arm over his shoulders, your accent thickening on the words.

“nothing just don’t quit your day job for acting any time soon” he chuckled laughing at his own joke.

you frowned “what”

“it’s so obvious you don’t like him!” he exclaimed at you clearly not getting the hint.

you gasped pretending to take offence “i do like him!”

“the fact that your smiling right now tells me your lying” he teased pinching your cheeks while you swatted his hands away.

-

the game had finished 3-0 to city which of course you were buzzing about. the girls were doing their lap around as you made your way to the barrier. you were ready to launch yourself at g after far to long apart in your opinion (2 months).

georgia was chatting to keira, then two slowly toddling around.

“do they wanna walk any slower man” you huffed leaning on wyll.

“it’s not easy is it” he teased and you pinched his arm.

-

you giggled as fimilar arms entrapped you and the sent of a coconut shampoo, that you were very used to, flooded over you. you were quick to wrap your arms around her, pushing your face into her shoulder.

“what you are doing here!” she smiled brightly at you, breaking apart but still holing you.

“come to see my fav girl of course. kie come over here!” you pretended to call over kiera.

g gasped dramatically making you giggle at her and pull her in to another bone crushing hug.

“missed you” she mumbled against the skin of your neck.

you giggled in response (g always seemed to make you giggle) and hugged her tighter.

-

you decided to spend the afternoon at g’s house, the latter driving you back, not wanting to leave your side. the two of you spent the drive catching up after missing her much more that you were ready to admit.

“so germanys going well then” g asked eyes flicking from the road to you.

“oh georgie it’s gorgeous, everyone is dead nice and the girls have been so lovely to me” you gushed about the city that had grow on you.

“good love i’m glad you are happy. even if i wish it was closer” she said smiling at you, making you smile.

“i missed you g. so much” you said softly.

“it was only 2 months” she teased but you could tell she missed you just as much.

“i know but all of a sudden i live by myself and” you paused, never being good at talking about how you feel.

g took one had off the arm rest and laced your fingers together.

“i dunno it’s just lonely georgie and i’m not used to it” you sighed and she squeezed your hand.

“oh love i’m only ever a call away” she reminded, her thumb stroking the back of your hand.

your cheeks flushed at the small action. unfortunately for you, you were still hopelessly in love with your best friend, who currently had a boyfriend.

“thanks g i will definitely take you up on that” you smiled squeezing her hand.

“love you” she said making your heart skip a beat.

“love you more”

-

“no olly tonight” you asked subconsciously frowning while putting your plate in the dishwasher.

“nah we fought so he’s staying at a mates house tonight” she said sighing.

“oh babe do you wanna talk about it” you offered kissing the top of her head.

“well yeah cause there is somthing i wanna talk to you about as well” she said taking your hand and leading you into the living room, a frown forming between your brows.

the both of you settled on the sofa, g pulling your legs onto her lap and milo curling up on top of you.

“okay right what’s up g” you asked.

she reached her hand up to smooth out the frown with her thumb.

“my contract with city is ending and i don’t think i’m going to renew it” she admitted.

“oh my god”

“uh! i knew it! you think its a shit idea, nowhere else is going to want me-“ she stood up suddenly pacing around.

you stood up as well taking her hands and making her look at you.

“georgie no! i’m excited for you. and don’t say that i could name you about 50 clubs that would love to sign you” you sighed as the girl in front of you rested her forehead on your shoulder.

“so you think it’s a good idea?”

“no i think it’s a shit idea- of course i do you dickhead” you laughed and she flicked your ear at the comment.

“thank you” she mumbled and pressed a light kiss to your shoulder, making you so glad she couldn’t see you bright red cheeks right now.

“always”

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part one here

thank so much for all the love and support on part one. I have so many ideas for this little series and can’t waittt. sorry this took so long to get out. thank youuuuu xx

[lesbianwyllravengard]

i still have yet to play bg3 so i still dont go here yet but Wyll seems literally like one of the most compelling characters of all time and im not even joking. I havent even played the GAME but his character arc haunts me /pos. people are literally just racist to say that he isn't compelling

LITERALLY. He's utterly fascinating. He is a folk hero, a legend, the fantasy equivalent of superman. He's a warlock who is secretly pacted to a devil. He hates devils. He's an incredible liar. He's incredibly sincere. He's silly. He unironically enjoys puns and clowns. He over-exaggerates his Blade personality because it amuses him. He sometimes doesn't know where The Blade ends and Wyll begins. His hero-ness is a performance; not to hide ill intent, but to hide a broken man, to hide weaknesses and fears. It's who he is. It's always been a distant thing, a mask. It's who he thinks he must be. He loves freely and openly and will let anyone know it. He's only ever wanted to know he's loved. He still thinks his father's inability to trust or believe in him was all his fault. He still thinks that every bit of suffering he's ever experienced was all his fault. He thinks admitting to suffering would be disrespectful to the lives he's saved. He thinks he has to suffer or else his sacrifices were worthless. He thinks it couldn't be a sacrifice if he didn't suffer for it. He would take any suffering if it meant lessening someone else's. He is the first person to stand up for someone's life and safety, the first person to defend someone's worth and autonomy. He is the last person to do so for himself. He is of the least importance to himself.

He needs to be needed, because if he's not needed then what good is his power and the soul he sacrificed for the pact to get it? And if he can't be needed then he throws himself into the fray without hesitation because his purpose has always been to sacrifice himself so others may live. His life has always been one of sacrifice. His life has been recompense since the second he was born and his mother passed as a result. He saves lives to make up for it. It will never be enough to him. It will always be everything to those he saves. He just wants to be seen for who he truly is. He thinks if no one can see him for who he is then maybe it isn't who he is, and maybe he's fooled them all, fooled himself into thinking he can be a better person, be the hero they need. He wants to be known by someone. He's terrified of someone looking deeper. He sees others for who they are. He's a monster hunter who does not hunt the typical definition of "monster", who knows that monsters are not the ones with fangs and horns in his group of friends but the men who look harmless yet cause endless death and suffering to others. Not even the threat of his life was enough to get him to harm an innocent.

He wants to be chosen. He cannot fathom that someone would choose him. He chooses others over himself every time. He has so much love for others. He thinks he must constantly earn love. He is shocked when someone simply loves him. He thinks he cannot love and lead at the same time. His only role model was a father who could never put his son before his city. He is capable of immense anger. He is capable of immense kindness. He purposefully chooses the latter; he works hard to not let his anger consume him. He's still angry over things that happened a near decade ago. He thinks feeling hurt is the same as being angry and so he can't be hurt. He's always hurting. He takes pride in his achievements and he does not underestimate himself. He's not religious. He devotes himself to his cause with the dedication of the most pious believer. He stands by his friends in any battle, against any struggle. He stands against them if they choose to threaten lives. He holds on to those he cares about with bloody knuckles and teeth bared because loss has always been the hardest pain for him to bear. He has lost everything. He gives every part of himself to others. He cannot lose anyone else. He thinks he can do anything because he refuses to believe any alternative. Because he could not survive any alternative. He thinks his intent is as important as his actions, and so he must always intend to do the right thing.

He does not tolerate his boundaries being pushed or his father being disrespected. He tolerates any judgment because he thinks he deserves it. He defends his status as the Blade of Frontiers. He thinks the fear caused by his devil form is a fault of his own that he must work to fix. He hates the patriars and their farce diplomacy, their lethal hypocrisy. He thinks his father is infallible. He does not hold himself to the same regard as he holds everyone else. He thinks its okay if it only hurts him. Anything is okay as long as it only hurts him. He has to keep fighting to prove he can be a hero. He is so, so tired. He cannot for one second admit to wanting for anything, because once he starts he might not be able to stop wanting. He cannot accept that he deserves to not suffer, too, because if he does he might not be strong enough to continue suffering so others might suffer less. He might not want to suffer. He thinks he cannot regret any decision he's made, he cannot regret his pact, because it would be a dishonour to the good he's done with it. He thinks that saying he regrets his pact would be saying he regrets every life he's saved with it and he would never regret saving lives so he cannot regret his pact. He's accepted that his freedom will always be the cost of saving lives. He desperately wants to be free. His life has never been his own, to him. He thinks every choice he's ever made was his own, alone.

He is very complex. He simplifies himself to be easily accepted by others. People fall for it easily. He just needs one person to look closer. He's afraid of what they'll find if they do. He doesn't keep his cards close to his chest, he meticulously chooses which cards to hold at all. Which parts of himself are worth losing if need be. How much of himself he has to keep close in order to keep being himself. He has seen the worst that the world has to offer. He chooses every day to be kind, to see the best in things, in others. He chooses to care. He holds onto his pain because it's proof that he cares. There are several pathways that don't connect quite right in his brain which you'll notice after a few conversations with him. He is wise beyond his years. He is my favourite guy ever

[bg3galore]

Sleeping headcanons

Wyll

-Will hum you a soft tune and rub shapes into your back, while you're settling down for the night.

-Would definitely tell you stories of his life growing up and about his dreams for the future, while you listen closely to his breathing; until you fall asleep.

-Always kisses your forehead before falling asleep.

-Chuckles softly to himself every time you fall asleep before him and will take it as an opportunity to watch your sweet face sleeping; wondering if you're dreaming and what about.

Karlach

-Is a loud snorer and a very deep sleeper

-The perfect cuddler, especially for a harsh winter night; that infernal engine will actually be put to a good cause- comforting the two of you from the prickle of ice, snow and cold alike.

-During the summer, she tends to smother you a bit so you have to squirm your way out of her hold a few times if you're to get any rest at all

-Gets particularly soft and vulnerable when you tuck her hair behind her ears and tell her every little thing you love about her; it makes her feel like her engine is going to combust on site- but in the best way possible.

Shadowheart

-Plays with your hair and enjoys it when you do too

-She always prays right before and right after sleeping and always mentions you in her prayers; she wants you to be safe and healthy forever and always.

-On rare nights that she does have a nightmare (not doubt featuring wolves) she'll reluctantly wake you up and want you to spoon her and comfort her tenderly with words or reassurance; she knows it's silly that they are just wild dogs with no table manners but they terrify her to her core.

-She takes a couple of hours to fall asleep, so in the meantime she likes to read, meditate and admire every inch of you while you sleep or chill in your shared bedroll; it reminds her how lucky and blessed she is everyday.

Gale

-Snores mildly on nights his orb is particularly vexing but will still insist on you cuddling up together; he will apologise for all the trouble he knows he causes although he knows he can't control his situation or habits.

-You have a nightly ritual where you'll lay adjacent to each other and get lost in each others eyes, which tends to lead Gale to slowly getting flustered and eventually crumbling and being very keen for some sleep- he can't control his love or actions in relation to you very well so having you looking at him like that really switches something in him.

-If you ever have trouble falling or staying asleep he'll cast a sleep spell on you to make sure you will get your well deserved rest, and watch over you for a little while just in case something should happen or change.

-On nights where he struggles to sleep and you have long been taken ahold by sleep, he'll wonder off to a quiet place on the other side of camp and quietly play with his magic.

Lae'zel

-She's the type to kick and move around a lot in her sleep, maybe even growl- although she has no memory or idea about it; she would be too proud to admit it willingly anyways.

-Very light sleeper, from as early as she can remember she never wants to give any potential enemies the upper hand so she applies this too to her sleep- she will be the one with a blade to their throat.

-Initially she's not a huge fan of the cuddling idea but once you've been together for a while she starts warming up to the idea of it, and will try it once everyone is asleep; she's full of a soft joy and ever so slightly god forbid drops her guard.

-Falls asleep very easily despite her guard being up so much, she has a lot of pent up rage, anxiety and just general exhaustion so this wears a toll on her body taking her completely out before you even realize it.

Astarion

-Is prone to frequent nightmares/reliving his past with the Szarr household, which causes him to jolt awake and sometimes cry or scream.

-Otherwise he's a quiet sleeper and a wonderful cuddler, he always wakes up in the same position he fell asleep in.

-His favorite sleeping position is to have his head directly on your chest so he can listen to your heartbeat, he finds it incredibly comforting and reassures him that he's not alone and won't ever have to be again- not at night, not in the day and certainly not against his demons.

-Takes a minimum of 4 hours to fall asleep especially if he's left alone with his thoughts; they eat at him with anxiety and doubt- so he tends to get to bed much earlier than everyone else in camp.

Halsin

-Only tends to snore if he's been in wild shape for too long

-Wonderful big spoon, also loves to hold you against his chest while you lay by the camp fire and watch the stars and reminisce on stories long past.

-Like Astarion he relives/has nightmares about some of his traumatic experiences from his youth but he's much more discreet about it and will do his best not to wake you up; and instead will go for a brief walk to clear his head and take in the scent of nature and all its bounties.

-Adores it when you nuzzle your face into his neck and will absolutely make you lay completely all over him so he can be closer to you; unless it embarrasses you of course.

[princesssmars]

something something riding karlach until she sees stars. 18+.

karlach is about ninety percent sure her engine is about to fucking explode. and one hundred of that ninety percent is all your fault. its no secret that you're beautiful, annoyingly perceived as so by pretty much everyone who meets you. she could tell when you first walked up to her from across that branch without fear, later telling her you already knew she wasn't the murderous psychotic devil everyone made her out to be. you listened to her story, defended her against wyll, and she could tell the irregular tick in her chest wasn't just her being nervous about facing probable death at the hands of the blade of frontiers himself.

(although if she had to die at your hands she wouldn't much mind. which is normal. in hindsight, she could also remember her subtly flirting with you. also normal.)

and she's so happy that despite your shared bundle of traumas and saving-the-world problems you could find some respite in each other. she's also really happy that as sweetly as she treats you you also understand how fucking horny she is after ten years of absolutely no contact and then meeting someone who is just as crazy for her as she is for them.

which is how she got to the current moment, her nails digging into your hips as you straddle her hips and rock yourself into her, each subtle glaze of your clit against hers bringing a strangled moan out of her throat.

she's not above begging, especially to you, but everytime she finds the ability to speak without releasing sounds of ecstasy she loses it in seconds. everything she's feeling is too overwhelming in the bestways possible, your hand running through her hair, the other palming at her breasts and bringing out very new and very embarrassing squeaks out of her, your legs squeezed around her waist which just brings her attention and eyesight back to the brief view she can get of your pussy when you pull your hips back before bringing them forward again.

she must have been hyper focused on the space between your legs because your hand is bringing her head back up with a giggle, asking her where she went with a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, smiling when her eyes close and her lips fold like shes holding herself back, the exact opposite of what you want her to do.

"'m sorry. i just...fuck, soldier, you're killing me here." she gasps, bringing your hand to her chest to feel her newy tuned engine, the heat growing by the second as the blue flames flicker across her skin.

"gods, you really are burning up. we cant stop if you want-" you start to pull your hips off of hers when her claws dig in harder and simultaneously force you down while she thrusts up, loud moans leaving both of you that make you very glad you put a spell over the area inside her tent.

she keeps going, thrusting her cunt into yours while you struggle to keep up, wrappong your arms around her neck when she lies flat on her back and spreads both of your legs further apart, your shared wetness making the glide of your cunts so much easier and all the hotter.

"dont stop, please dont stop. i'll die if you do."

you take a few seconds to catch yourself when her noises take on a more whiny approach, little 'fuck fuck fuck-'s whispered into your ear as she bucks her hips like a madwoman. with a sadistic smile you adjust your body so your nipples can rub over hers the same time you bite into her neck and with a strangled cry she comes, continuing to buck her hips until you fall apart on top of her.

you can feel her breathing slowing down beneath you, the heat of her engine cooling down to a comfortable heat. you start to move your head up to give her a smile and check up before you feel her hips move again, the feeling of your clit being overstimulated nearly making you cry. when you do get to look ather she already has her eyes focused on you, heavy lidded as harsh breaths escape her mouth.

"its starting to look like you'll die if i dont."

"well, i always knew id go out with a bang..."

teehee

[mashiraostail]

Hii! can i request your take on how wyll would react to a partner that is just ridiculously into him? like, they blush and giggle everytime he makes a joke, anytime they talk to him in camp they are def staring at his stomach, they cling to him at every opportunity. that kinda thing.

i LOVE your writing btw

this how i am with Wyll in my play through he goes "well met" and im kicking my legs and giggling

sorry i've been kinda MIA turns out being an adult with responsibilities like lowkey takes up a lot of my time.

Wyll doesn't like to flatter himself, he's the Blade of Frontiers that's special enough. He doesn't also have to be the apple of every wayward adventure's eye, he doesn't have to be anything particularly special to look at. So he doesn't, flatter himself that is, he doesn't immediately think that he's the reason his newest traveling companion is fluttering and blushing and stumbling in every direction. He figures you're just like that, excitable and always happy to see a familiar face in such a treacherous situation. He decides that he's more than happy to be that familiar face for you. It had been that way since your first meeting at the grove, you had reached out and rested a hand on his bicep as you invited him to join your camp and something about the twinge of color in your face and the way you struggled to hold his gaze made him feel glad to have been invited, he accepted easily. He briefly wonders if perhaps your constant watching and nervous fluttering comes from a place of distrust, distrust in his eye, in his pact, and in his history, that concern didn't last long.

As you traveled together it only became worse, the less clothing he had on the fewer syllables you could choke out at him, all of his jokes were the funniest things you'd ever heard and if you had any say in the matter you would always walk beside him. He didn't mind, actually the opposite, and he wondered when it might be time to start flattering himself with the notion that you would enjoy more than just friendly conversation.

He can feel your eyes on him, which isn't unusual, but lately it seems to be more. What could have been mistaken before for an excitability about or a desire for friendship and a familiar face was slowly morphing into something more tangibly lustful. He could feel your eyes on his stomach, gliding down the wiry trail of hair below his navel, darting between the protrusion of his hipbones, down the V of his shirt collar and over the veins in his bicep. When you spoke your eyes fluttered between his face and his body and if it were anybody else he wondered if he would feel as flattered as he did right now.

Often he finds himself looking for a reason to go to you, maybe he likes flattering himself or maybe he just likes you. He'll bring you books to read on relevant topics like mind-flayers and mind-flayer transformations, areas you're going to travel through, enemies you'll have to fall and so on. When the day is out and you all settle in at camp he's usually looking for you first of all.

"There you are-"

You try to not go so dutifully to him, you know your oogling is obvious, you'd feel more guilty if his distaste of it were clearer but you couldn't get a read on him and you couldn't help yourself at the best of times. It was especially hard to get a read on him when he seemed to be looking for you almost as often as you were thinking of or looking at him.

"Wyll." You're sitting by the camp fire, back against a log when you see him walking towards you, or hear him call out for you.

"I was looking for you." He stops barely a foot away, looking down at you. You instantly feel heat rise up your chest, you can feel it pool between your collar bones and climb slowly up your neck, the color burns your cheeks.

"You were....looking for me?" And gods help you, you try to look at his face, his face is as lovely as the rest of him but at night you get to see his uncovered arms and stomach and you can't help but desperately want to see it all.

"I found something for you today, it slipped my mind earlier but I saw it in my pack and remembered you." He's holding a book up, "I hope I can blame this forgetfulness on our unwanted passengers." He taps his temple, "otherwise I fear what will happen to me in my old age."

The worst part of it all is you're extremely capable, Wyll's watched you fell hundreds of enemies by now, and that's in the past week alone. But somehow all he had to do was crack a light joke and you were giggling and smiling at him like a school child. Though he didn't seem disdainful of it, he actually looked rather proud, so the embarrassment about it was reserved for you alone.

"It's a book about the Underdark and the Myconid colonies there. I'm not sure what it was doing in that empty tavern basement but...I guess my old habits can still come in handy sometimes." He shrugs and holds it out to you, "I figured you would like to read it."

"Thank you for thinking of me." You're sure he can see the wash of color over your skin darken, especially so when he reaches out his pointer finger to brush against your hand as you take the book from him.

"Don't thank me, it's easy." He shrugs and procures an apple and a dagger, though he's probably had them the whole time and you only tore your eyes away from his chest to notice now. "Room for one more? I can share this apple as repayment." He nods at the empty spot beside you and tries not to laugh as you flounder to sit up and make room for him.

"What's gotten into you lately?" He's still standing as he begins to peel the apple with the slightly dulled blade, pushing it occasionally against the pad of his thumb, he drops the scraps for the cub and Scratch who come dutifully to him, "you seem jumpier than usual."

What had gotten into you was Wyll's incessant need to test the water with you. He'd sit by you and your thighs would touch and you would be able to feel his breath on your shoulder when he spoke; he'd offer to take your bowl after dinner and cover your hand with his when he did, and he would laugh at you, and rest his hand on his stomach where he must know you would look. He'd watch you preen and purr at the attention, and you would go to him like a moth to a flame and he would celebrate the victory of it as if he hadn't had you all along.

"I'm just...exhausted." You rub your face to sell the lie, and it was certainly a lie, you couldn't feel tired around Wyll only jumpy, clingy and nervous.

"Really?" He frowns, "shall I leave you then?"

His frown was enough to make your chest and stomach bloom with excitement, he wanted to stay with you.

"No! I can't sleep so early.... I'll be up all night. I'd like your company."

You watch the subtle flex and give of his bicep and forearm, illuminated in the firelight, as he rounds the edge of the dagger across the apple's skin, the vein on the back of his hand gently protrudes as the blade of the dagger presses against his thumbprint. Every twist of the dagger brought his biceps to life, the steady strength of his arm coaxing the apple's skin to surrender in slow, deliberate ribbons; and you genuinely aren't sure what to do with it all. You wanted to feel his biceps ripple under your hands, watching the practiced ease with which he moved made you wonder what else he was well practiced for.

"We should have somebody paint you a picture. when we get to the city." He slices of a bit of the peeled apple and offers it to you, "it would last you longer."

"A painting wouldn't do you justice." You take it from him as he sits down, you hear him kiss his teeth and laugh through his nose.

"Careful, you won't like me with a big head. What are you trying to butter me up for, exactly?" He slices himself a cube of the apple and despite the shame anyone else would feel at his previous words you can't help but watch as his teeth sink into the apple with a crunch. You watch the flex and pop of his jaw as he chews and the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows. If he can tell you're watching he doesn't seem to mind.

"Nothing in particular." You shake your head at him and accept another small chunk of the fruit he was cutting.

"Ah." He twirls it in his hands, "but you are trying to butter me up then?"

"I don't know if I would call it that, I just can't help myself."

"You know, at first I worried you just didn't trust me." He offers a chunk of apple to the cub and scratch before throwing it into the distance, they run after it and he grins, "but now I'm worried I'm becoming vain, thanks to you."

"Vain?" You pique, "why's that?"

"I can tell you're always looking, and I'm preening like a peacock for you. Dunno why, you'd caught something the second you met me, didn't you?" He nudges his shoulder against you before going on, the flush rising again to your face was all the answer he needed, "I'll tell you the truth, if you'd like to hear it, I aim to live by the standards of a gentleman. The kind of man my father would have been proud to raise. I like to do things properly, slowly, deliberately." He sets the dagger down, "but, when we met, I could feel you looking at me at camp that night, the way you talked to me, and preened for me, it felt good. I felt like I wouldn't have minded to throw away those standards, to enjoy you the way you seemed to enjoy me."

"So why didn't you?" You sounded almost petulant, and you were looking up at him with so much earnest that he wondered again what would be so bad about throwing caution to the wind.

"Just because I wouldn't have minded to do something doesn't mean it would be the right thing to do. I am glad to take my time with this, no matter how difficult I find it at times. It's rewarding to...enjoy flattering myself with your attention while I consider, with time, all the ways I'd like to return it. You deserve much more than a lustful, needy, late night tryst, as wonderful as it may sound in the heat of the moment. You deserve all the careful time and consideration I can muster the will power to afford...I only want you to know that I understand you, and I feel the same way. When the time is right, and when I can give you the sort of night you deserve, you'll have me. I promise."

If you were to ask Wyll he would tell you he honestly had no idea how he kept his head from growing to big to fit in camp. Gods, you were practically purring in his lap and all he had offered up were some honeyed words and close contact. He'd never tell, but maybe it was all a bit self indulgent because gods did he love watching you bloom for him, he didn't mind letting you push the envelope, put your hands on his chest, let them wander a bit, he had more than enough will power to deny himself in the end and it would all be worth it when he finally found the right time to have you, or at least when he finally ran out of will power.

He wouldn't mind waiting until then anyways, not when you gave him enough attention to hold him over for a life time.