#mizora x reader

[sorcerous-caress]

How would they drink your blood

[ bg3, several characters, au where they are a vampire ]

Karlach

Apologetically. Wirsts.

She'd feel so guilty, mumbling an apology after another with each mouthful of blood. Never takes more than she needs, sometimes even less than she needs.

She fusses over you the morning after, giving you sweets and food. Keeping an eye on you and making sure she'll be your shoulder to lean on.

Shadowheart

Carefully. Neck.

It's very intimate with her since she realises the amount of trust you've given her to even allow this. It's something she will treasure and protect.

Gets more attached to you because of it, more protective. Healing spells, warding buffs after each feeding.

Wyll

Guiltily. Wrists.

With immense guilt, he is disgusted with himself each time he has to do it. It eats up at him each time her takes your hand in his own, sinking his fangs into the tender flesh of your wirst.

It pains him more than it pains you. He brushed too close to death too many times for you liking. You have to be the one to pry him from its cluthes and offer your blood each time.

Laezel

Efficiently. Neck.

It ends quickly. She doesn't waste any time for your comfort or hers. Forcing gulp after gulp even to rid you of her fangs as fast as possible. She hates being a parasite.

Has the courtesy to bandage your wound afterwards, orders you to eat something as she watches and only after allows you to go to sleep.

Minthara

Dominantly. Neck, thighs.

Like it was her birthright, like she owned the blood flowing through your veins alongside your body. But she takes great care of her belongings, so it never hurts more than it has to.

But make no mistake, it's still hers to take. No one else gets the right to your blood after she has tasted you. Obey, and you'll be taken care of, fed, loved, and protected.

Mizora

Selfishly. Neck, wirsts, thighs.

She toys with you, switching from place to place each minute as she wastes your blood. Fangs dripping red as she smiles at you.

Tells you to be a good pup and let her savour her meal, afterall you should feel honoured she chose you when a powerful devil like herself has so many other options.

Cazador

Sadisticly. Neck.

Makes it hurt on purpose. You can not move, you can not disobey, you can not think for yourself, he will do all of the thinking.

Scream for him, tell him how much it hurts. Better yet, how about a reenactment of the first time he took your blood? You know when he drank you to the edge of death.

[tiannasfanfic]

Welp, after last night, my Tav is an official, bonafide, card carrying Monster Fucker. So far, they have not had sex with anyone else BUT monsters. So far, we’re at Astarion, The Emperor and Mizora.

Oddly enough though, Astarion doesn’t care if you fuck monsters while you’re in a relationship with him. There’s no new dialogue options with him after either one, all he does is tease you about it when he walks in at the end of you and Mizora.

On the other hand, Wyll Disaproves of your tryst with Mizora and has to talk to you about it immediately, even when you’re NOT in a relationship with him. He tells you he hopes you’re more careful in the future, all with the “I’m not mad, just disappointed” tone.

Sorry, Wyll. 😅

So, with that, the game makes it pretty clear in both cases that Astarion knows about you and The Emperor and Mizora. I’m just not sure why he doesn’t care with those two since he does care when it comes to you hooking up with other companions.

…then again, this is a Mindflayer and a Demon we’re talking about. He probably whisks you away to somewhere private as soon as he sees you limping away from Mizora.

“Okay, darling, I need DETAILS,” Astarion says as he pours you both some tea. “You simply MUST tell me EVERYTHING! Starting with the tentacles!”

[whenthesummersgone]

[shoddynomenclature]

Vampire!Mizora x GN!Reader

Okay so I lied, but this will actually be the last one. I swear. As always, inspiration came from this post by sorcerous-caress:

This is an 18+ post. Mizora is hella toxic. This one got way kinker and darker than I originally planned 😅

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Mizora comes for you one evening unexpectedly. It isn’t particularly late, you’re in the middle of supper when you feel her cool fingers on the back of your neck and her wings wrapping around your body. She appeared out of nowhere, she doesn’t even bother making a spectacle of it anymore. She simply arrives at camp as if she was invited.

You wished she would wait until the others were asleep and take you silently into the night. However, what she lacks in a grand entrance, she makes up for in spectacular and humiliating departure. Your cheeks flush at the thought of what the others think of this display. You know all them would raise their swords in a heartbeat, chasing the she-devil back whatever hellhole she crawled out of, if you were to only give the word. But you won’t. And Mizora knows it.

Karlach, as always, is the first to leave. “Well, pardon me.” She says, briskly discarding whatever is left of her supper on to the dirt. “I’ve got to go find something to smash that isn’t this bastard’s head.”

The exchange amuses Mizora. She takes your face roughly into her hand. “You’ve done well with your friends puppy. We wouldn’t want a repeat of last time now, would we?” A flash pops into your mind of Karlach’s unbridled rage charging Mizora. You remember how Karlach was so simply swatted away as if she were a horsefly. You shiver as you recall the way Mizora took you not too far from camp that night so your companions could hear your screams and pathetic pleas.

You tremble at the memory, causing Mizora’s wings to pull you closer as she gently soothes you. You allow her darkens to envelop you, closing your eyes as she takes you away. By the time you open them again, you are not longer standing at your camp. You exhale, relieved she saw fit to make tonight show a short one. The two of you were alone now.

The room you found yourself standing in was familiar. This is the room she takes you to most often, given she doesn’t have any particularly special plans that night.

The room was cool and dark, though your darkvision made it bearable. It was a dungeon of sorts, equipped with all Mizora’s favorite toys. You had felt the sting of nearly every single one of them. You were unsure of where exactly the room was. Perhaps you were in the hells. Perhaps you were in Faerun. For all you knew, this room was nothing more than an illusion. It mattered little. The cold wet stone was almost comfortably familiar. After last time, it was a welcome return.

Mizora lead you to her favorite spot, a tilt table not so different from the one being used on the prisoner in the goblin camp. She gently undressed you before guiding your limbs apart, securing them in comfortable restraints. You weren’t exactly sure why she had invested in such a comfortable device seeing that she mostly preferred to maximize your discomfort at any given point, but you were grateful nonetheless.

After making sure you were secure, she began her feeding. She started, as always, with your neck, the pain caused you to groan and squirm under her. She made short work of holding you down, digging her sharp nails into your hips. She didn’t stay at your neck for long before moving on your out stretched arms, then to your torso. You knew some, if not most, of the places she bit contained no large veins or arteries. She just liked to listen to your whimpers as she pierced your skin again and again. She tilted the table back so you were lying nearly horizontal, giving her easy access to the inside of your thighs. She bit at the veins, causing you to thrash and groan. You were growing weak from the shear loss of blood. You were unsure how much had actually made it into her mouth, though.

When she was finally done, she licked a wet trail from your navel to your chest, carelessly letting your blood fall from her mouth. She looked up at briefly, enjoying the fear in your eyes as you watched the blood drip off her tongue. She adjusted the table so you were mostly upright again. The adjustment made you dizzy as all the blood left your head.

Mizora laughed, watching your body go limp, held up only by your restraints. She traced her fingers across your skin admiring the way your body oozed with wasted blood. “Such a beautiful puppy,” she cooed, gently lifting your head and placing a kiss against your lips and forehead.

She walked slowly across the small room, tugging at a draped cloth on the opposite wall. The fabric fell to reveal a mirror, one that you could see your whole body in. You weakly attempted to look away. You felt pathetic.

She stood behind you, admiring her creation. “Look at you,” she said, lifting your head so you were forced to look into the mirror. She, of course, had no reflection, leaving you the sole subject. She chuckled. “Imagine if your friends could see you now. Their fearless leader a whimpering mess in my hands.” She paused, soaking up your humiliation. “You know, you are my favorite plaything. I’ve had many others, but this,” she motioned toward your bloody frame. “This is a masterpiece. My masterpiece.”

Despite everything, her words made your heart swell. You felt great honor in being her prize possession. She continued to admire you, teasing your naked body with the occasional slap or pinch. She repeated her praises over and over again. You are so beautiful. She is so proud of you. You are her pride and joy.

After a while, your vision grew spotty. Your head swam with an uncontrollable desire to sleep. She untied your restraints, taking you into her strong embrace. She held you until you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning you awoke, sore and battered, on your own bedroll. You were back at camp, fully clothed, where she always left you. She was gone.

You attempted to move your body, straining to move your heavy limbs. If she made any attempt to heal you last night, you couldn’t feel it. Luckily, your groans of pain quickly caught Shadowheart’s attention. She knelt down next to you. “Lay down. And try to be still.” She sighed, clearly annoyed this was now her problem.

With her prayers, you felt heat flow back into your body. Your limbs no longer felt so heavy, and your mind did not feel so hazy.

“Thank you.” You whispered, able to sit up and move freely. Everyone at camp would know what happened last night. Few apart from Lae’zel would dare to ask any questions. No one aside from maybe Wyll would understand. You were grateful you never felt pressured to explain yourself to anyone.

You traveled the world with your companions. Everything that was yours was thiers in turn. Everything, except for this. Your bond with Mizora belongs to the two of you alone.

[songofsoma]

deal with a devil

kinktober day 13: mommy kink

pairing: mizora x reader words: 325 rating: explicit

read it on ao3

“Use your words pet,” Mizora purred down at you, a hand brushing through your hair.

You looked up at her from where you knelt on the ground, mouth slightly agape. The devil stood naked before you. A wicked smile curled her dark lips. She knew she had you wrapped around her finger, she always had since she first laid eyes on you.

It had been an easy choice when she offered the contract. Sign it and become hers. All of you would become hers. 

Her hand moved to caress your cheek with her knuckles. You couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter shut at the touch. It was so tender. Such a dichotomy of the woman before you who reeked of the Hells. All of it was intoxicating. Mizora was like a drug to you. 

That tenderness quickly dissipated when she gripped your chin and wrenched her head back, making you gasp and snap your eyes open. Her face twisted into a snarl. 

“I gave you an order,” she snapped. “To use your words.”

“Please,” you gasped, feeling her blunt nails dig into the flesh of your jaw. 

She raised a fiery brow. “Please, what?”

You swallowed hard. “Please, mommy.”

The foulness of her expression softened into a pleased smile. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Her thumb stroked your bottom lip. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from parting your lips and drawing her thumb into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around it before you began to suck. All the while, Mizora watched in fascination. 

“Such a good girl,” she praised, her voice slightly hoarse. 

Your eyes didn’t leave hers as you slowly bobbed your head before releasing her thumb with a wet pop. It was clear the action was affecting her more than she let on if the wetness dripping down her thighs was any evidence.

“Thank you, mommy.”

Mizora groaned, fingers twisting in your hair. “Truly the best decision I have ever made.”

[iamtheholyghost]

I wish there was more Mizora x reader

[just-a-torn-up-masterpiece]

baldur's gate iii masterlist

shadowheart

[uselessbard1031]

POV: You find ten chapters of a Mizora fanfic you forgot that you were writing and decide eh let's post it.

[cambion-companion]

BG3 Companions on a Halloween Date

YES I was itching to do something for the BG3 gang for the season. You could say it's been bugging me. Hah. Ok sorry it's the influence of my pfp.

Let's start with

You want a cozy night in under the covers, watching scary movies (or puppet shows or whatever the heck is the equivalent in Faerun) but he's not sold on the idea. "I've seen enough horror to last me several lifetimes, darling."

Instead Astarion would take you out in the crisp Autumn air, under the distant sun, for a walk crunching through the dried leaves of brown and red.

He'd want to go to the pumpkin patch to find the perfect gourd for a Jack-o-Lantern.

When the sun set so very early in the afternoon, you'd retire back to your cozy abode and set to carving faces into your pumpkins.

Astarion of course would make short work of his, dexterous as ever with those knives, and he would do his best to shape the face into what he hopes he looks like.

Either that or, depending on where you're at in his character arc, he'd remake Cazador BEFORE gutting it and making a whole show of utterly eviscerating the poor Halloween decoration. "Astarion, this is supposed to be relaxing." "This IS my ideal downtime."

You want someone who will snuggle under the covers and watch Hocus Pocus with you? Wyll is your man. But sorry I'm trying to keep to a less modern AU.

Wyll seems like the kind of guy who would put on some fitting music as you two cooked together, dancing in the kitchen intermittently and almost forgetting to check on the cookies before they burned.

He's such a sweetheart, checking to make sure you're happy with just spending an evening indoors with him. "We can go out on the town if you desire, sweetheart." "No, Wyll, I've told you this is absolutely perfect."

Depending on the choices you've made with him thus far, Mizora might pop in to dip her finger in the batter and bamf out again, giving ya'll a cheeky wink. "Ta ta, love imps. You make me physically ill."

Sigh, you're back for more bones hm?

Alright I'll entertain you.

You ask Withers to dance to Spooky Scary Skeletons. He looks at you, unimpressed. "Get thee hence." "Wilt thou harass someone else?"

Ideally I would propose and she'd say "yes". Oh what? Sorry, I was miles away.

For a Halloween date. Hm. A corn maze. Definitely.

She'd be all about her tutelage under Shar's freaks followers and want to show off her sneaking skills.

It would turn into a game of hide-and-go-seek and then it'd get a little creepy before she'd inevitably pounce on you and you'd end of in a fit of laughter together.

"I wasn't going to hurt you!" "Well, Shaddy, sometimes I wonder." "Good to keep you on your toes, then." "Careful, I saw a pond on the way in."

Then you two would go and get some candied apples and chat about memories and flowers that bloom in the gloaming.

Oh Gale.

He'd love to read to you out of a classic gothic novel (cough cough Dracula cough cough) while you two cozy up under some blankets.

He'd probably get fresh with you and run a hand up your leg or something, OH SORRY this is post the patch that fixed that? OK. He'd wait an extra hour.

Tara would curl up next to you and listen as he read from the book, the firelight crackling and warming your bodies as the night grows dark outside.

Afterward he would ask if you'd like to be guided into the Astral plane where you can look down on the All Hallow's Eve festivities below.

yeah, gotta give Tiefling daddy some love. Especially since I still feel bad for massacring them all my last playthru.

Zevlor is another who has seen his fair share of horror, and he would opt to do something more lighthearted with you for a Halloween date.

He seems like a family kind of man, so I expect he would invite the whole gang over for a delicious dinner. Mol and her friends, Arabella and her parents. Rolan and Zorru and maybe even Auntie Ethel will sneak in there. Then it really WOULD be a Halloween experience.

After the dinner and the guests are snoozing or already left he'd wrap an arm around you and pull you close. "Would you accompany me outside? I would like to show you the stars and tell their tales. It's been so long since I've gotten to properly admire them. Or you."

Of course I have to include the daddy devil, who do you think I am?

Raphael would take you to a haunted house, of course. OF COURSE.

Hell, what better house that is haunted than the House of Hope?

It would be horrifying for you, since the no touching rules don't apply there, and most amusing for him.

You'd practically climb the cambion in your efforts to avoid the ghosties, especially that one who constantly says "huuuurt meeee, pleeeaaase."

Raphael would enjoy watching you squirm, and remind you such a fate would not be yours only IF you followed his rules.

Oh yeah, and maybe if you're lucky, or perhaps very unlucky, he'll invite you to his Boudoir.

Oak Father frowns on dissecting pumpkins for the sake of creating superfluous lanterns (or something...I heard it from a friend who heard it from a friend, ok)

Instead, Halsin would druid craft you vines and harvest fruits in whatever shapes, sizes, and colors you desired.

He'd also want to go trick or treating so BADLY. "But Halsin, you're eight feet tall and built like a linebacker. No one is going to mistake you for a kid." Then he'd cast Disguise Self and you'd be forced to take him out on the town in hunt of candy.

Poor guy didn't have much of a childhood and wants to experience the finer things in life. Get those king sized candy bars...just once.

You are a bit huffy, having expected a more...romantic evening than this. But he'll make it up to you later winkwonk , till you can bearly stand it.

Aw

You guys would get all CUTE and gussied up together.

Go out on the town.

Pick the best looking victim to be a sacrifice to Lolth.

Wait...what?

[sorcerous-caress]

I want to see Mizora cuck Wyll. I mean canonically in the game she can ;) - Shadowheart anon

Mizora cucking Wyll 

[ Smut, Cucking, Cheating, nb!reader ]

At first, she merely observed both of you.

The shy glances, the sweet words, the romantic dances, and proper courting.

She found it endearing, really. As endearing as seeing two baby deers attempt to stand for the first time.

Endearingly disgusting.

Did her pup really jump straight into acting as if the two of you were married after a single dance together? She knew he was desperate, but she didn't realise it was this severe.

You see, she felt bad for you. All of this effort, teasing, and yet you received nothing more than a few quick kisses.

Poor you all frustrated sexually while Wyll remained unaware and oblivious to your basic needs.

She just can't have that, can she? What kind of owner would she be if she didn't pick up after her pup's mistakes.

And Wyll never satisfying you was something she was dead set on correcting.

Maybe she could've whispered a thing or two to him, even guided his hand. But she knows the stubborn boy all too well, he'd think it's another one of her tricks and do the exact opposite.

And on any other normal day it might have been a trick, he was just so very fun to toy with.

But this time she has her eyes set on a much more fun activity that involves you. 

She kept thinking about it for a while, just how would your moans sound like? Would you yell her name between loud obscene moans? Or would you make quiet mewls while biting your lips?

Curiosity was killing her, and Wyll wasn't delivering at all. 

So one night, while her pup was away, probably busy saving kittens from trees or something, she made her way to your tent.

By the hells, you looked even more delicious up close.

How does Wyll not keep you chained to his bed and have his way with you all the time? It would be the first thing she'd do if she was in his place.

But enough about that useless pet.

Mizora made her offer clear to you, using all of her devilish charms and enticing curves to her advantage. Slowly explaining all the things she wanted to do to you, all the fun she planned for the both of you.

If you'd just say yes. A simple verbal contract, and she isn't even asking for your soul or anything in return.

No one has to know, well unless you want them to know. It really doesn't make a difference to her at all. 

All she wants is you in a pretty little collar while she holds the end of the leash. She'd spoil you and take you to the depths of pleasure embodied within each level of the nine hells.

And she has seen the way you look at her. How your eyes linger on the front of her open dress, how you stare at her horns in such awe.

She might even let you touch them, if you beg enough. 

Sit on her lap and show her just how low you're willing to drag your dignity through the mud, how much you're willing to humiliate yourself for her.

Let the big bad mean devil women corrupt you, you poor poor thing. You just couldn't say no to the devil, could you? Of course not. 

So just claim that she manipulated you while grinding against her fingers between your thighs. Claim she tricked you while you lick and suck on her chest, taking it so beautifully into your mouth.

And your contract with her will stay sealed away from all prying eyes. No one else in this plane of existence will know about your agreement to let her have her way with you whenever and wherever she wanted.

No one but the two of you.

Well, at least until the inevitable day where she orders Wyll to come to her for a very urgent matter concerning his contract. It just happened to coincide with the day she had your head buried between her thighs with your hands tied behind your back.

[justporo]

Astarion making use of his skills to help Wyll

Shamelessly using this for an original post because I like the idea too much! Spoilers ahead, be warned!

So, as this post imagined (and thanks for @daedriclys for tagging me):

What if Astarion just went "ahem, I'd actually like to take a look at this legal document, thank you very much!" and went to help Wyll with his contract by Mizora.

I'd love to see how Astarion would take the opportunity to do something good for someone else because personal growth and redemption. Also this fucking devil can eat shit, Astarion's tired of people being forced into slavery.

So he fiercly interrupts and demands that Wyll will have at least a day to review the contract and when Mizora agrees through gritted teeth, the party gets to work: Astarion admits that he might be a little rusty and that he was shit at his job back then, but he's dead set on making this one thing right. (Also we know he knows history, so I feel it's not hard to imagine him being a bit scholarly and enjoying to learn things and figure stuff out - also he is smart!)

So he drags the whole party to where he knows is a Law library in Baldur's Gate and tries to find out everything on these kinds of contracts. He goes over the contract again and again trying to find ways out for Wyll while everyone else has turned into his research assistants (Gale is obviously his lead researcher because that man knows his way around a library). ("No, Karlach, it's 'pacta sunt servanda', spelled p-a-c-t-ugh, you know what, please let someone help you with looking for it!")

They spend the whole 24 hours to work out the best possible solution and when Mizora comes back her jaw is on the floor because not only did her plan not work, Astarion got Wyll some compensation and a severance-package worked out and might even sue. Also Astarion reads out every single term and condition and exactly decodes why it is shitty and wrong and why the wording could have used some work, all in his sassy little tone - while Mizora is fuming, but she has to listen to it, because formalities will have it that way.

And Astarion might play it down afterwards for just liking the challenge but he's actually so happy he could actually use his specific knowledge to help someone - and kinda remedy some of his past wrongdoings.

[eff-plays]

I think Wyll is prettier than Astarion. There I said it. Astarion is more interesting certainly but mainly because Wyll is easier to look at. I just kick my legs and giggle whenever he's on screen. Mesmerized by him. Cannot tear my eyes away type shit.

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

I See You

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: gorgon reader, self doubt, Astarion being a soft boi

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You always had your cowl on. It covered your eyes and all of your hair, it was one of the first things Astarion noticed about you when you started traveling together. You had rejected all of his physical advantages and when he confessed he actually felt something for you, you were honestly quite shocked. You had tried your best to keep your new companions at arm's length. They were sweet people, you wanted to protect them. You liked Astarion too, and begrudgingly you admitted that to him. He was elated, as were you. You liked that he was slow to touch. He only ever touched your hands. He tried to hold your face once, but when he saw you move away from him he only smiled understandingly. He never pushed you. But as of late you could sense a question building up inside him. You became a bit reserved, fearing the worst. 

“Darling…” Astarion called into your tent.

You scrambled to flip your hood up “Yes?” you said as you slipped your glasses on. 

He slipped inside, the soft orange glow of candles tinting his skin. “I… Can we talk?” 

You nodded, the lump in your throat would give you away if you spoke. 

He sat on the floor with you, random pillows and blankets strewn about creating a comfortable environment. “I just wanted to ask you a few questions… and please know I am not trying to be rude when I ask them…” his voice was gentle, you could feel his sincerity.

Your tense muscles eased a bit, “Alright.” you said kindly.

“Your hood… it hides a lot of you… May I inquire as to why?” he said as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles, holding your hand. 

You froze for a moment. In all honesty, you knew you could only live in blissful denial for so long. You knew this day would come and you would have to reveal your true self to him. You let out a shaky sigh before answering “It’s because of what I am.” you said flatly.

“What do you mean?” he questioned, you could hear his confusion. 

“I’m… I’m a gorgon.” you whispered.

“Pardon?” he asked, a bit of disbelief in his tone. 

You slowly pulled your hood off. Snakes of all shapes and sizes tousled about, finally free of their cage. You kept your sunglasses on but your eyes remained glued to the floor. The tent was so quiet, all you could hear was the wriggle and hisses of your snakes. 

You felt his finger tilt your chin upwards. “My sweet, is that all? Were you afraid I would think differently of you?” 

“Do you know what gorgons can do?” you asked, and eyebrow raising.

“If I’m honest, I’m not extraordinarily well versed in the creatures of the far realms. I’ve heard of gorgons but nothing specific comes to mind.” his cheeks would have tinged with blush if they could.

“We aren’t creatures… we are monsters. Hideous and… cursed.” you curled into yourself, pulling your knees to your chest. 

“How so?” he asked with a slight scoff. You were amazing, a monster is the last thing you could be. 

“Our eyes… they turn the living to stone. Statues frozen in fear for eternity.” a tear slipped down your face. 

Astarion moved his hand up to your face slowly. Your mind screamed at you to move back but you didn’t. He held your face, wiping the tears away. He took your glasses off in a swift motion. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to feel for your glasses with your hand. 

“Sneak a peek…” his lips whispered next to your ear.

“I can’t…” you responded, a shiver running down your spine from his comment.

“Trust me.” he kissed over your jaw before nipping your lip and kissing you.  

“Astarion please…” you whimpered out.

“Trust me.” he repeated as he kissed just below your eyes.

You cracked them open ever so carefully, just barely letting light hit your eyes. You caught a glimpse of him before you squeezed them shut. “I don’t want to scare you…” 

A soft chuckle seeped out of Astarion, “Little love, there is nothing to be afraid of.” he assured you. 

He held you close, you felt safe. You wanted nothing more than to relent but how could you? If he became stone you could never forgive yourself. He was your first friend, your first lover. You can’t, and yet you feel yourself open your eyes. Tears slipped down your cheeks as your snake-like eyes adjusted to the sudden light. You focused on Astarion. Wow. He was beautiful; time stood still as you two gazed at each other. Every detail of him burned into your brain. This was the first time you two could truly see each other. The air between you was thick with tension. He moved first, crashing his lips onto yours. The kiss softened immediately, a delicate waltz between the two of you. Every fiber of your being was consumed by him. You pulled away, gasping for air while you held his face in your hands. 

“I see you…” he whispered against your lips.

“You’re not afraid? Not… disgusted?” you asked, your voice wobbled. 

Astarion tiled your chin up, your eyes met his. Red like garnet. Sharp, yet soft. “Never.” he said as he kissed your cheek.

You cracked a small smile “Why aren’t you stone?” you wondered aloud as you caressed his face, kissing his neck lovingly. 

“You turn the living to stone.” he repeated what you had told him.

It clicked suddenly, “You’re… undead.” you said aloud, piecing things together.

“Can’t get anything past you.” Astarion teased.

You chuckled at him, one of your smaller snakes landing a playful nip on the arch of his cheek. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner…” you whispered, looking away from him.

“You weren’t ready, I can understand that better than most darling.” He said pulling you close to lay against him. 

You hummed in agreement, “We should sleep…” you yawned as you snuggled into him further, pulling a blanket over you both. 

“Goodnight my love…” he whispered against your forehead, long after he felt your breaths even out and your body relax completely with his.

“Love… you..” you mumbled almost inaudibly as you adjusted your position half asleep. 

Astarion’s heart flipped at your words, he kissed your head before finally slipping into slumber himself.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello everyone! So sorry this took forever to get out. Life and work and mental health have all been pretty overwhelming lately. I'm gonna try to write more soon, but I hope this is good until then. As always, thank you for the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests. TTYLXOXO ILYSM <3

[randomfanner]

Wyll + the Bitchest Bitch to ever Bitch out of the Bitch Plane of Existence SFW Headcanons

So I kept thinking Wyll was crashing my game whenever I talked to him after I rejected him at his dance cutscene. Turns out I just needed to power click x until whatever cutscene was supposed to play was skipped. Now I have Wyll back!

I probably would have done this sooner had it not been for that. He is the Sweetest Prince Charming

Also fuck Mizora. I hate Mizora. I really wish she would get the fuck out of my camp.

Wyll really likes to spar and just practice with wooden rapiers. No stakes, no life or death, just dueling with someone who he is closed to. He loves to teach the kids because it reminds him of that and when they are a bit older then the tiefling children were, he does like to duel the same way.

When he does spar with kids under less horrible circumstances he will play the roll of a big bad villain rather then the Mighty Blade of Frontiers. Of course let them skewer him in the end. Letting them learn and get the feeling of victory.

It feels like passing down lessons the way his father did to him. Wyll truly misses his father and spending time with him more than anything in the world.

If you offered to spar with him he would jump to his feet and he is so excited. He has an extra bit of showmanship, playing the role of a villain who wishes to steal a kiss. He may beat you, just so he may plunder his nefarious rewards.... if he may.

He likes to buy things for the party. His love language is gift and he gifts a lot when you all get back to Baldur's Gate. The shopping trip with Karlach and Astarion happens with Wyll and you if it happens because Wyll wants to buy everyone stuff.

It's a shame the money is pooled/managed by you but please let him take the lead it will make him so happy for this. When he does get money that is solely his he does spend it on everyone else(and fancy wines for himself but shush)

When things have fully calmed down, things have started to be rebuilt and Wyll is allowed to ask for a favor from his father. That favor being gold so he can treat you like the prince(ss) you are.

He will buy you anything you ask. Literally anything. He may also buy something nice for himself.

Before he could buy you things, he liked to bring you small trinkets and flowers he found. He would also buy some of the wines from the kids at Last Light to both encourage their business skills(especially with Rolan being an asshole) and to share with you for later.

He really likes to share his wine with you. It is one of his favorite things to bond with you once you get closer.

Wyll would love to carry you bridal style but unfortunately for our 8 strength friend that is not a realistic possibility on it's own. However Wyll is no strange to using extra forces to cover blind spots, and so he will drink a potion of giant strength to be able to whisk you away.

Now well Wyll is the sweetest man in the world he sometimes does have to deal with the fact he is a devil now. Well he himself has not changes, he may have some new habits he isn't expecting.

it is never anything bad of course. He gets things like wanting to rub his scent on you much like a cat, brushing his nose into your shoulder and giving you a small kiss. Bringing you a fresh blood, cute things he wouldn't have done before.

Also some slightly more territorial things than he would ever do normally... such as pulling you just a tiny bit closer to him. He doesn't even realize he doing it because he isn't a super jealous guy.

Oh he may also have other side effects of being a devil but that is for the NSFW headcanons.

Mizora constantly loves to try and give Wyll horrible, horrible relationship advice. When she is bothering you at camp she will just go to Wyll and tell him he should do things that count as devil courting rituals but to most humans are just attempts at murder.

Wyll of course ignores her and tries to get her to leave him alone, doesn't happen of course it is fucking Mizora. Out of spite he starts going over to court you in the most gentlemanly way possible, not listening to her advice at all.

Mizora also tries to give you unsolicited on what Wyll likes... and of course tries to sew any doubts she can about your relationship. Of course it is best to ignore her and if you can, give Wyll all the positive attention you can.

Mizora will also pop in or have some fiendish force pop up just fuck with any date Wyll may take you on. Perhaps a waiter spills soup in your lap because something tripped him, or maybe the waitress gets a bit bold and flirts with Wyll.

Mizora makes herself such a nuisance at every chance she gets.

[iamtheholyghost]

I might write some AU real world headcanons for Mizora x reader. I've had some stupid fun ideas and they make me laugh.

[leftoverdinosaurbones]

Chapter 6: The Heist

Series: F!Reader (Dark Urge), Spawn Astarion, Haarlep, Raphael - NSFW (minors DNI)

[Major Spoilers - Set post BG3]

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Here is the next chapter of the fanfic I've been working on!

You can start with Chapter 1 here on tumblr or read through everything here on Ao3.

Content Warning: Gore

Summary: You find yourself in the midst of Zariel's foreboding Fortress. Now, all you need to do is find the dungeon, rescue Wyll and Karlach, and get out of there. Sounds easy enough?

Chapter 6: The Heist

You are surrounded.

Sets of burning eyes bore holes into you…

No, you realize as an Imp soars right over your head. They are looking through you, past you.

You let out your breath in a sigh of relief. You can blend in - for now. You adjust the helm of your helmet as you roll your shoulders up and back, willing yourself to appear as just another member of Zariel’s ranks.

You begin to march down the hallway with an air of false confidence, attempting to match the gait of the Erinye ahead of you. They flank one of the few mortals you can see in this hallway. Imps continued to flap their wings overhead, rushing to carry out their orders (lest they face the wrath of their superior).

The hallway walls were a deep red (how original), adorned with several large paintings, similar to the House of Hope. However, that is where the similarities stopped. While the art in the House of Hope had its very valid criticisms (self-centered, perhaps on the edge of being a bit gaudy) but this… these paintings were something else entirely.

Each frame depicted a new, obscene horror. Tortured faces twisted in agony over and over again. And in each one, Zariel’s face was there. Sometimes causing the pain. Sometimes just watching. But always there, always smiling.

You clenched your back muscles to stifle a shiver that threatened to wrack your body.

In the near distance, you can see an opening at the end of the hallway. You start to quicken your steps - you recognize this space from Dammon’s map.

You step through the yawning mouth of the hallway into the large room. Hundreds more pour into the room through several converging hallways, filling the room with a buzz of impatient energy. Something is brewing here, but you don’t have time to figure out what it is.

A massive statue of Zariel commands from the center of the room, as if it erupted from the very ground. She strikes a powerful pose, with her chin pointed up and her eyes fixed towards the sky. Under her boot, she is crushing bodies made of stone…no…wait…

You stumble over your feet, drawing some side-eyed looks from a few people around you. The bodies being crushed under Zariel’s stone boot are real. Some of them are even still alive - you can see the slight movement of a fiend’s chest, taking shallow, pained breaths through their crushed ribs.

The boot groans and shifts just an inch closer to the ground, coaxing watery screams from the unfortunate few that were still alive.

You shut your eyes briefly to push away the gruesome sight as your feet continue to propel you forward.

At least now you know where the dungeon is.

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You approach a large, wooden door with a well-worn handle. Not wanting to raise suspicion by hesitating, you push open the door and lock it behind you. You run with Astarion down the hall, feet falling lightly on the ground.

Excitement and anticipation feed into your muscles as you check each cell for signs of your companions. You see many unfortunate, trapped souls, but none of them are your friends.

Finally, you see a brighter light at the end of the hallway, shining into a clearing. As you race closer, some contraptions come into view. You see a table with straps on each corner, a small tray with various sharp implements, an upright post with hanging straps…

You glance down at your hands. They are intimately familiar with these tools, and what they can deliver. You run your fingers along the stitching of your shirt, in an attempt to ground yourself, and drag your mind away from the past.

As you cross the threshold into the torture chamber, you begin to draw the hammer in anticipation. Your eyes run along the massive expanse of a room until they land on some shackles affixed to the wall. Following the chain, you see Wyll, standing with each of his arms restrained and extended tightly.

“Wyll?” You whisper.

His eyes raise to meet yours and flick rapidly through a series of emotions: shocked, thrilled, and then…scared?

“Soldier! Watch out!”

A weak voice tries to gasp out a warning to you from overhead. You glance up at the familiar sound and see Karlach, hanging from the ceiling in a cramped metal cage. Her wrists are clasped together and chained to a tight metal collar around her neck, squeezing her vocal cords.

How hard she must have fought to be in such a prison.

As your eyes shift back to Wyll, someone else steps in front of you to block your path.

“Hmm now someone is being quite naughty.”

Mizora stands just inches away from you, wings outstretched and burning hot. You can feel the intensity of her anger in her simmering presence, though her voice doesn’t yet give it away.

“And just how did you get in here?” she asked, her words dripping with malice.

Mizora grips your chin, her pupils blow. Her claws pierce your skin as she forces you to look at her.

“If you don’t want to tell me now, we have some delightful ways of loosening your tongue.”

You follow her gaze around the room, which is now filled with a small gang of her fiends. A few Imps hover around, giggling at your predicament while several Erinyes and Cambions flash their weapons at you with vicious smiles.

With Mizora’s touch, your presence is made fully aware to Zariel. Your mind is flooded with grotesque scenes. You see Astarion, his skin carefully, deliberately flayed from his body before he is roasted on a pyre. The screams ripping from his throat sound as real as the vision feels in your head.

Mizora pulls away her hand. She mutes the visions in your mind but only slightly - she intends to make you fully regret your decision to come here.

You steel in response to her threats, blinking away the tears brimming in your eyes. You summon up your strength as your oath bolsters your resolve to your very core - even in the face of a devil.

“Enough, Mizora. You have taken enough from us, from Wyll, from Karlach.”

You step fully into her space, your skin feeling the blazing heat from hers. But you are unwilling to relent to her pressure as your own unmitigated rage urges you forward.

“You will not threaten me again.”

“Oh,” Mizora purrs. “I can see now. I can smell him on you.” She sneers at you, disgusted.

“You entered in another contract with him?” She let out a dark laugh, too long. “If I had known how easy you were, then perhaps I should have brought you here instead. It wouldn’t have taken me very long to break you at all.” Mizora runs her finger down the front of your armor.

“Meanwhile, these two souls have been here, enjoying my thoughtful care for months before you sauntered over here to try to save them. How long did it take for you to give in, hmm? What did it take for you to make a deal?” Mizora brought one hand to her cheek to feign being deep in thought.

“Would you give me your soul for just one quick fuck?” She spit the last few words out through her teeth. “I’m sure you would,” she whispered, her voice thick with seduction. “I can smell the desperation, the need on you. How you could debase yourself for such a lowly fiend, I will never understand.”

Behind you, Astarion growled deep in his chest. He was angry, but you could also sense his hurt, raw and unhealed from your recent betrayal.

“What is this, I sense? Some trouble among the lovers?” Mizora let out a sharp giggle. “That will make this even more enjoyable.” She flicked out her tongue to lick her lips as her fiends began to chatter with excitement.

You take a step back from Mizora to give yourself space to wind up the hammer. Astarion shifts slightly to press his back against yours, looking outward to the circle of fiends that were chomping at the bit.

Astarion subtly reaches his fingers back behind him to drag briefly along your hip - one quick passing graze before we fight. We are desperately outnumbered, even with the advantages offered by Raphael. You curse him under your breath.

Suddenly, you hear an agonizing scream echo throughout the very foundation of the Fortress. Mizora freezes, the color draining from her face.

“You foul, wretched little worms! I should have known you were up to something the moment I smelled him on your skin,” she bellows in a rage. But you hear something new this time - her outburst is tinged with fear.

Mizora knew that Zariel’s forces were dwindling, and it was likely that Wyll and Karlach were captured to bolster their forces. With their skills, they could feasibly change the course of battle.

Mizora opens to mouth to speak, then quickly closes it again. She shifts her eyes upward, fear twisting her face for just a moment before she looks back at you.

“This is beneath me. I don’t care about you, or the filth that fills these cages.”

In a puff of black smoke, she vanishes with the rest of her fiends. You can’t believe your luck - Raphael really did come through. You smile to yourself before lifting the Orphic Hammer to smash Wyll’s chains.

Wyll smiles wider than his face as he pulls you into a tight hug.

“Fuck yeah! That’s my girl.” You pull away to make sure this is really Wyll.

“Oh yeah, sorry - I’ve been traveling with Karlach for so that I’ve started to pick up on her bad habits.” He let out a light laugh as he gathered Astarion into an embrace.

You searched the room to find the chain holding Karlach's cage, and smashed it with the hammer. Wyll and Astarion gently guided the cage to the ground, finally releasing Karlach. Her bracers clatter to the ground. She steps towards you, and envelopes you in a tender hug. You can hear the tears gently roll out of her eyes as they hiss and evaporate off her hot skin.

“Thank you,” she whispers. “Thank you for rescuing us.” You hold her for a while, your hands rubbing soothing circles on her back.

Once she releases you, you finally turn to Astarion and press your forehead into his. Relief.

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