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madwomansapologist · 1 month

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Hi, are you still looking for Baldur's Gate 3 requests? Could you please write something about the main BG3 Companions (+ our boi Halsin) with a Tav/reader who's really short and adorable and just an absolute sweetheart but is horrifyingly powerful in their lore? Like NPCs who know about them back away in fear kinda thing. Maybe Tav can even transform into some sort of battle form where they're like 9 feet tall (as opposed to their usual height of like 4' 10") and can absolutely kick ass on the battlefield?

Thanks so much, I hope you have a wonderful day! Take care!

bg3 companions with a adorably powerful tav

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synopsis: Who could imagine such a sweet thing as you had the reputation of a hero?

warnings: companions (lae'zel, shadowheart, astarion, gale dekarios, wyll ravengard, karlach, halsin, jaheira) x tav. fluff.

note: thank you for your request! oh gods how i missed writing headcanons. i hope you like this, have a wonderful day!

Lae'zel

Lae'zel knew your shared condition had a cure, and was willing to put herself in danger by taking the entire party with her to the nearest crèche. That being said, how couldn't she judge you?

You were too easy on everyone. Making promises you clearly shouldn't, taking them seriously despite her best efforts to put some sense in your head. The party was supposed to only stop walking when surrounded by githyankis, but no burdened tiefling or hurt animal escaped your careful gaze.

That you knew how to fight surprised her, but to see fear and admiration in the eyes of civillians... that made Lae'zel pay more attention to you. You had a reputation. Not as a writer, bard or patron. You're know for striking down your enemies.

Fighting at the goblin's camp, there were so many oponents even Lae'zel didn't knew if it would be her last fight. You saw it too, so you made sure to use everything you had to win. Even if you would rather not turn into an eldritch creature.

She got enchanted by your battle form. Steel and iron where nothing against the pure strenght of your skin. Whatever crossed your path that day suffered at your hands.

That was the first time Lae'zel got happy for being wrong about someone.

"Perhaps I've judged you too hard. You are fierce, foracious, as sharp as my sword and as brave as a red dragon. Keep on surprising me and a istik you'll be no more."

Shadowheart

Shadowheart couldn't care less about the tieflings and their problems, but it was endearing to watch you wandering throught the Coast in an attempt to ensure their safety. It was a sight she couldn't expect to observe in this journey, not when considering the worm twitching behind her eye and the artifact messing with their dreams.

Still, you could shut down her biggest fears with ease. While she tried to remain quiet, you were full of kind words to share with whoever was near. You care for all beings, great and small, and Shadowheart can respect that. A person without a truth to follow is empty, but one with a mission turns into so much more than just a walking corpse.

She focused on protecting you during fights. Always giving you some sort of magic shield, casting sanctuary, begging you to drink potions and elixirs that would keep you safe.

Goblins attacked, and for a second everyone was too surprised to react properly. Except by you. You were quick to defend your party, to fight for them, and won a fight no one was preparad to.

Shadowheart decided not to underestimate you again. Kind words, gentle actions, caring gaze: she was so focused on her own view about you that forgot to pay attention to the way everyone else saw you.

You're powerful. The kinda of powerful that their party had to be grateful that you were fighting besides them.

When you revealed your beast form to her, Shadowheart already knew you were a sight to behold.

"You are full of surprises, aren't you? Good. I like how you keep me on my toes, love."

Astarion

In theory, he should've been delighted with your personality. You were the perfect prey. A leader so sweet, he could change your mind at his will and you wouldn't even noticed. Others respect you. Astarion would be safe and sound.

But Astarion isn't capable of forgetting how easily you fought back when he tried to fool you. How he didn't even saw you moving, and was alone on the floor before he could understand what had hit him.

Instead of a person, you were a walking question mark. How can you be so sickenly adorable, and still so ready to strike down your enemies? Were did the sweet half of you finished and the other one started?

People know you. He saw respect in druid's eyes, fear when goblins heard your name. Halsin knew about you. And so did Minthara.

Few are able to live up to their reputation, but you're one of those. So strong, so brave, but your kindness wasn't ignored by him. It was as if in your head the whole world deserved your kindness, until it did no more. Only then you react.

Astarion don't know what to think about it.

When you attacked as a beast, tearing spiders apart as if they were a piece of meat in your plate, Astarion laughed until his belly ache.

How could be so right and so wrong about someone?

"Don't mind me, darling. I'm just rejoicing at the sight of your bloody hands. Come here. Let me taste your heroic mess."

Gale Dekarios

Gale learned two things about you when you pulled him out of stone: you were kind, and so damn strong.

You were adorable. A perfect equation between what people must do in order to survive and what they must do in order to live well. He can't see you not being surrounded by friends and admirers, all enchanted by your sweet words and rightful attacks.

He feared the party's reaction to the Orb, but a part of him knew you would let him stay. He never imagined you would give him magic artifacts without a second question, or that you would hug him after he told you his whole story.

You didn't let him go. Neither did Gale.

To say he was willing to agree with whatever you did was to say his heart beats. It was only natural. Maybe you both differ on the path you want to take, but the destination is usually the same.

When he saw you feral, body changing to give space to something else, Gale wondered if he was one of those enchanted people surrounding you. If he wasn't fighting for his life, Gale would gadly gaze upon you for the rest of the day.

"Disgusted? I was unable to look away from you! You are the one I love, no claws or tentacles will ever change that. Must I add, my love, your light remains strong in whatever form you decide to use."

Wyll Ravengard

To say the least, he's a fan. Oh, how lovely are the tales of your adventures through Faêrun. He remember arguing with bards about the accuracy of their versions and the reason behind their choice of words. You were what a hero must aim to.

How long were the nights he spend wandering after he was casted out of Baldur's Gate. Lonely nights, but never silent. Wyll's mind fought against itself. He lost everything to help and protect others. Sometimes he worried if he had lost himself too.

Your tales weren't his salvation. None of them shut down those voices that insisted on telling him about the mistakes he made, neither did them shut Mizora. But they inspired him. If you did all those things, remained human even as a beast, he could survive a talkative cambion. Wyll Ravengard can defeat her by staying loyal to himself.

Wyll didn't had to hear your name to know you were fighting next to him, defending the grove against goblins and worgs. He saw enough drawings of you to recognize you from miles afar. When you asked him to be a member of your party, Wyll felt as if a million fireworks exploded inside his chest at the same time.

He did felt anger and pain because of the tadpole, but never fear. Fighting beside you, Wyll knew he didn't had to fear for his future. And after seeing how willing you were to argue with multiple cambions, he started to have hope.

"I used to read about legends, myths of bravery and rightousness. Some see it as just tales for the naive. Thank you, my heart. For proving them wrong time after time."

Karlach

She's the only one with an excuse for not knowing who you are. When strangers call you by your entire name, when companions use your epithet: Karlach just never thought about it. She ignored it, paying no mind to others.

But Karlach did knew you were a absolute sweetheart. What you didn't had of height you compensate with a gigantic personality. For her, the way you behaved was simply alluring.

While many prefer to think the world is a bad place and no one living there can chose to be or do better, you are just another reason for her to know that it's bullshit. Because Karlach is good, despise it all. And Wyll. And you.

And Minsc!!!

You had a fire on you whenever you had to fight. She didn't need to know your story to see how great you can be. Some people just have that. She don't know if that fire is born or forged, but some people just have it.

To see you as a beast made her the most happy woman in Faêrun. She got speechless, all she could do was laugh and run around to have a better view of you ending the Steel Watch.

"You got 'em, soldier! Go on, bite his arm off! You see that monster over there? The one with glowing eyes. That's the love of my fucking life."

Halsin

He saw you before. Druids and harpist fought against sharrans, and you were one of the heroes who joined their cause. At that time Halsin didn't talked to you, but he knew you fought until the very end and stayed to help with the infirm.

When you rescued him, Halsin knew you remembered him too. There was some understanding between you both, a companionship that only those who foght together can share.

He knew you were a hero, one of those who fight wars that don't affect them because someone needs too, but your personality was a good surprise. Halsin haven't imagined you so easy going. Always offering smiles, light jokes, being clumsy without a care when danger was far away.

After the battle against sharrans, he thought those who refered to you as a monster were trying to make others understand how eficient you were. It surprised him to see they were just being honest.

Nothing would stop Halsin from turning into a bear and joining you.

"In this damned city, you are a beacon of hope. The Oak Father graced us with your light. From your fiece strikes to your honey soaked words... I am lucky to live at the same time as you, my love."

Jaheira

As a fellow adventurer, it surprised Jaheira that you weren't already tired. You both lived for so long, did so much, it would be only natural for you to give a pause on your endless smiles and envied patience. She was wrong, but that wasn't a bad thing.

Jaheira knew how this life can steal things from you. Peace feels like a threat, to stop make you feel like a prey, to laugh makes you wonder if it will be the last time. Is impossible to be a hero without losing. She's glad you didn't lose yourself in your path.

There was an unspoken pact between you both. The stories, the songs, the faux memories. So many think to know everything about you two. Sometimes Jaheira will read you a book you're in when she knows it's a shameless lie, and you sing her songs about adventures she did not lived.

Your laugh could make her feel younger. Alive. You both were so differents, but knew each other in a way few could.

Whenever you chose to strike as a monster, she would join you as a myrmidon and had her fun. You both deserve it.

"I did well not underestimating you, cub. It is impossible not to laugh at those who can't see how your bright smile hides sharp fangs. As pretty as a diamond, and as fierce too."

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iwishiwasplayinglegorightnow · 2 months

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starlightoftheblade · 5 months

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A Moment In The Moonlight

(Wyll Ravengard x Tav)

[ tags: gender neutral tav, established relationship, light frottage, 18+ ]

Description: While Wyll is indeed a man for romance, he is only but a man with his lover at the end of the day.

Those light touches to Tav’s waist and gentle caresses of Tav’s cheeks merely ease the itch of his hands to seek out and touch, and touch more of his love.

It happens all to quickly one night under the glittering moonlight leaking through the leaves of the forested area they had set up camp, the two lovers hidden away from the others to bask in the company of each other for the while.

He couldn’t help but offer his hand, an offer of a dance to which Tav had readily accepted. Both of them holding each other closely as they followed through the steps of their own song, a ballad with no sound with a melody they’d heard in their ears and felt in their hearts.

Wyll’s hold on Tav’s hips had grown firmer, Tav’s breathy exhalations brushing against his lips. The speed of the two pairs of feet picked up its pace, the moment of togetherness going from the comfort of a warming fire to a roaring inferno of flame. The heat between the two, the lust set aside time and time again before now making its combined presence known and impossible to ignore.

It was only meant to be a kiss to settle the fire burning between the two, to simmer the heat to something manageable. But oh, how Wyll delighted in the soft presses of Tav’s lips to his, hands wrapped behind his neck pulling him closer, so very closer.

They lost the rhythm their dance, walking aimlessly as they lost themselves to the light suckling of lips in turns, finding themselves with Wyll sat on a tree stump pulling Tav down onto his lap, a breathy laugh shared at the movement.

As the kisses resumed, the longer the exchange of lips pressed against went the faster it had become hungrier and insistent. Tav sought out their tongue into the mix, venturing out to explore and taste Wyll, delighting in his pleased groans. Unknowingly, Tav’s hips began to roll down basking in the friction sparked, chasing all the pleasure rushing to them.

In a loud gasp Wyll said Tav’s name and broke away from the kiss for a second, a look that spoke of all the words he wanted to say but the thrust of his hips upward to meet Tav’s motions paired with the desperation in his eyes said everything.

The way the moonlight made Tav’s hair glow like spun silver, the setting of the forest as though they were once again in the same space they shared their first dance. The need to be close, so close to one another brought Wyll’s lips to a smile as Tav’s laughed again, to the hells with plans of the finest of wines and roses, this was theirs to have and being with each other was more than enough.

They shared another passion filled kiss as they both clung to one another. Their fumbling rocking of hips, the pressing of their collective wants close through layers of fabric had them tumbling down quickly into bliss, too much time spent pent up to last any longer again. This wasn’t how he planned things to go, the lack of propriety not at all how he wanted the two to enjoy the throes of their collective passion, but somehow this moment felt right.

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mashiraostail · 2 months

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could you elaborate on that wyll turn om your wrote? pretty please? 👉👈

being a wyll fan is literally looksmaxxing.

nsfw under da cut!! My Wyll bias is sooo gnarly i could write a book about him he's sooo handsome.

You were hobbiling towards camp, the sun was already lowering in the sky, not that you had the energy to lift your head up to see the sky and notice. Wyll had your left side and Karlach your right, you were dragging your feet letting the duo mostly carry you.

"I think," Karlach hoists you up a bit, "we should ban the casting of haste on our good friend here for at least 5 days."

"Possibly six." Wyll agrees, squeezing your waist a bit.

"Never again." You turn into him, in favor of Karlach.

"I'm sorry, Gale was hoarding scrolls." Wyll hobbles a bit at the sudden shift of weight but he still helps you along none the less.

"I wasn't hoarding anything!" Gale argues, "don't blame this on me! I'm carrying all the stuff, I've repented!"

You chuckle a bit, "don't be mean to Gale."

"Defending Gale??" Karlach guffaws, "oh god, they're delrious." She hoists you over her shoulder, "Wyll standby, they might need mouth to mouth."

You laugh but reach out for Wyll nonetheless, "Wyll! Get me down!"

You lock eyes for a second with him, not before he gives your body, hoisted upon Karlach's shoulder, a once over . He can see your exposed sides through your armor, the fabric rumpled up so he could even see down to the small of your back. When he looks at your face he can't deny you do look a bit delirious. Your eyelids looked particularly heavy but you were smiling at him sleepy and content.

"Come on, give them to me Karlach you're scaring them." Wyll chuckles a bit and gestures for you.

"I don't know if you can keep this one on a leash." Karlach shakes her head, "what if they really have lost their mind? What if they're a doppelgänger?"

"Is it so odd they would be nice to me?" Gale sounds offended, "I'm shocked, and offended. We really are good friends, the two of us!"

Karlach sets you down on the ground once you can see your camp in the distance and you stumble into Wyll. He steadies you by your waist.

"Alright, be careful." Wyll wraps an arm around you, "Karlach don't shake them around so much next time."

You're laughing, giggling, turning into him. He uses his free hand to rub his face and look anywhere but you. You don't notice the way Karlach snickers but he sure does.

Back at camp the others were already settling in for the night, dinner had been started and everyone was lounging around pretty contentedly given the dire situation you all found yourselves in.

"Let's get you settled down then." Wyll helps you down to lounge against a log by the camp fire. "Are you alright?"

"I'm alright." Your head lolls to the side, "exhausted."

"I can imagine." Wyll produces a small flask of water and hands it to you, "have something to drink. I'll get you dinner." He starts to stand, "and try to wash up a bit? I'd hate for you to fall asleep covered in the dirt from today."

You nod lazily with no real intention of heeding his words, you could sleep in your armor right now. When he returns his own armor had been discarded and he had dinner in hand for you, to be fair to pot wasn't far away but you were almost certain you'd be sleeping right against this log tonight.

"Will you be alright if I go help Karlach out with some things?" The way you reach out for his hand makes his stomach flutter nervously. You're looking up at him with tired eyes, your dinner sitting beside you, forgotten.

"You won't stay with me? I need some place more comfortable to lay on." The back of your head is resting against the log you're leaned on. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep his jaw from hitting the floor.

'I....will be back for you as soon as everything is sorted." He feels your thumb slide over his knuckles. You're pulling his hand subtly, enough so that he can feel and just take half a step towards you.

"Can't you sort it later?" You pull again and of course he kneels, not before choking back a gasp tinged with equal parts arousal and surprise. When you're closer to eye level he can see the way you fight to keep your head upright, the way it subtly lolls every time your eyelids linger closed. He supposed it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, to yield to you. He could lay down right beside you and your would go to him, wrap your arms around him, he could take a deep breath of you and enjoy the feeling of your skin against his. He'd wanted to do nothing more since your initial getting together, but he had difficulties finding the right time for such indulgences given your rather dramatic day to day lives. You seemed to not share his troubles, dusting your fingers over the tattered hem of his shirt and down the short hairs trailing towards his pants. He'd seen you look there before, but in the fleeting moments you spared with him you tended not to linger on it.

"Gods-" He doesn't manage to choke it back this time.

"Wyll," He feels your other hand starting up his arm.

"What are you doing now, I can't-" He's willing all the heat out of his face as your hand closes around the crook of his neck, "what are you doing now?" If you can sense his nervousness you don't mention it.

"Oi! Wyll!" Karlach's voice echos all the way across camp, it makes you jump.

"I'm sorry-" You scrub your face, "I'm tired it's...poor impulse control. Karlach is looking for you."

"Karlach is-" Wyll looks over his shoulder, "I'm....I mean she doesn't...it's not pressing." He clears his throat, "if you..have something you need from me?"

"Wyll!"

"It sounds pressing." You look up at him, "I'll..be here I can't move." You flop backwards and the loss of proximity makes Wyll feel cold. He gets up though, seems to dust himself off before heading in whatever direction Karlach had been screeching from.

He almost feels bad for how little help he is to Karlach. His mind simply can't stop wandering to how you stuck to him. How you'd seemed more than open to showing him all the things you liked about him, and all the places you'd wished to linger. He wondered if he hadn't gotten up would you have started letting your lips wander the way your hands did? Even covered in your conquests for the day he still found you to be incredibly inviting. Had you not been in the middle of camp he would have been happy to lay back and let you touch and mouth all over him, if it's what you wanted. And the way you'd said his name then too, it was just knocking around what felt like an otherwise empty skull. Poor impulse control? Did you think about touching him all the time then? What other impulses would your sleep hazed brain be unable to inhibit if you were alone with him? He was almost too egear to find out.

"You know they're alright?" Karlach seems to take his absent mindedness as worry, "just exhausted. It's gonna be okay."

"I.." Wyll shakes his head, trying to get the various nude images of you to fuck off, "yeah..gods..yeah trust me I know."

She seems to perk up a bit, "well is there something I don't know?"

"No secrets between friends, Karlach." Wyll waves her away as the memory of your sleepy, coy smile creeps back into his mind.

True to your word you don't move, not because you don't want to. You simply felt no desire or motivation to get up and move. You do eat a bit, and chat with Astarion briefly, but then you're alone again contemplating the fire. When Wyll returns your glad to see him for more reason than one.

"Gods, you're still in your armor." He holds his hands out to you and you take them, hoisting yourself up. "Come on, if you needed help cleaning up all you had to do was ask."

"I didn't want to trouble you." You follow him staying close behind as he walks around the edge of camp to the water. You cant resist the temptation to reach out and brush your fingers over the exposed nape of his neck, he falters just barely, but says nothing about it.

"It's no trouble." He sits you on a rock and starts helping you remove your armor. You do notice the way his eyes seem to latch onto each and every inch of your newly exposed skin. "It's an honor."

"An honor?" You laugh a little to try and hide your embarrassment, "come off it."

"It is." He insists, even taking off your boots for you. Once your armor was discarded he takes a damp cloth to your skin. "I'm honored you trust me to have you like this. I hope I'm one of a few."

"More like the only." The cloth feels perfect on your sore skin, red from where your armor chafed against you and dug into you all day. You figured, since he's touching you, you may as well get to touch him. You graze your fingers down his forearms, and over the veins on the back of his hand. Your other hand brushes over the side of his neck and down to his chest pulling just barely on the collar of his shirt.

"You'll never be rid of me if you keep blowing up my ego." Wyll warns you, but he's smiling, his free hand is damp too and pinning your hair off your face.

"I don't want to be rid of you, Wyll." You cast your gaze up to meet his, "I'd like you close, just like this, for the forseeable future. Closer even."

He laughs, "well there will be no protest from me." You feel a wave of warm content wash over you at the sound of his laughter and voice which it makes keeping your eyes open all the harder. You drag your flat palm over his chest, then back up over his shoulder.

"Am I putting you to sleep?" He asks, wringing the cloth over the water.

"It just feels nice." You shake your head, "'s all." He brings the rag to your face, beginning to wipe off the dirt stuck to you there. "And your voice is very soothing."

"Is it?" He seems elated to have you like this, if his grin and the flutter to his voice are any indication.

"And you're very handsome."

"I'm thrilled you think so, I've noticed you've been having a hard time keeping your hands to yourself." You can hear the smile in his voice as he drags the cloth down the cut of your jaw, "but am I handsome enough that you'd consider spending the night with me?"

"I was worried you'd never ask." You manage it through a yawn that puffs your chests and pulls out your collarbones in a way that makes Wyll turn his eyes up to the stars to save his own decency.

"You're always invited. You know it's only a short walk across camp from your spot to mine." He's kneeling between your legs to get the best access to your neck and shoulders which he'd left for last. Your hands were wandering again, just like they had at the fire. One on his stomach and the other running up his arm and shoulder. After a moment he discards the cloth, but let's his hands stay against your skin. When you lean forward he isn't sure what you're going to do, but the way your lips graze over his exposed stomach and down to the hem of his pants was probably closer to the bottom of his list. He can feel your breath against his skin, in deep through your nose and out through barely parted lips.

You lean back again to see him, looking down at you with a mixture of shock and arousal.

"I'm not unwelcome, am I?" Both of your hands are on his arms now, like you were mapping out every part of him you liked, he was almost egar to find where you'd indulge yourself next.

"No, not not..not at all." He shakes his head and you feel his gaze all over your face and neck, almost like he was waiting for permission.

"KIss me." You turn up at the feeling of his hands on your face, he's quick to indulge you, and when he does he feels your hands drag immediately down to his chest and stomach.

"You've never touched me like this before." Wyll chuckles into your lips, "it's all very telling."

"My impulse control." You remind him and he hums, a knowing tone in his voice.

"Well feel free to..never control another impulse of yours again."

"Do you intend to make me wait forever, Wyll? To have you?" You wrap you arms around his shoulders and draw him into you, your lips go easily to his throat and down to his collarbones.

"I will not make you wait a second longer." He rolls over with you, taking you in his lap. He easily discards his shirt and feels you working at his pants which he doesn't protest in the slightest. "Tell me what you want." The feeling of your palms against his chest keep him grounded enough to keep talking to you, otherwise he thinks he'd be somewhere on cloud nine.

"Touch me, Wyll just touch me." He watched your chest rise and fall with shallow sleepy breaths, so content to look that he'd plain forgotten your request for him to touch as well. You guide his hands over your body, one on your chest and the other on your thigh. You kiss him, over his neck and shoulders, his bicep his chest, occasionally biting anywhere that looked particularly supple.

"Oh gods you're being unfair now-" He feels you starting to rut against him, "gods you're so lovely."

You're practically purring for him and he realizes he's hardly done anything but call you lovely, and if it was as easy as that he was happy to continue to indulge you.

"Maybe tiring you out like this isn't a bad thing." He feels your hips starting to to stutter and he figures he'll do you the favor of turning you over and helping you along.

"Should I take this off?" He tugs the last bit of fabric covering you and all you can do is nod and drop your head back. You're grateful he doesn't feel the need to tease you or be cruel, he's touching you immediately, fingers stroking over you with a firm touch. You're arching into him gratefully, all the while still practically groping him.

You can feel his breath heavy against the side of your neck as he dips a finger inside, then another. He holds one of your legs against his chest, the other you spread almost comically apart for him. You were holding your breath, you aren't sure why, maybe you'd forgotten to let it out.

He presses his temple against your leg draped over his chest and shoulder while his eyes scan over your body, "don't hold your breath, just let it all out, let yourself go, I've got you, right here." His fingers curl at the knuckles and true to his word you take in a deep, shuddering breath, your hand scrambling for his wrist.

"Please, Wyll," You squeeze his wrist until he pulls away, "I want you."

"I know you do." He runs his palm flat against your stomach, "can't I just enjoy you a bit first?"

"Please." You turn your head away but buck your hips a bit.

"Okay, okay, you know I can never say no to you." He leans down to your lips and you wrap your legs around him desperately as he pushes in.

"Yeah that's it, wrap your legs around me, just like that pull me in. I want to feel you, close." He's rocking his hips into you, he can feel the rattling breaths your taking in as your chest expands against his. He doesn't mind the not so subtle groping of his arms and chest at all, or the way you bury your face into his neck. The biting was unexpected but he really doesn't mind that either.

"You can bite me, hold onto me, it's okay, whatever you want." Your moans make the side of his neck vibrate underneath your lips as you squeeze your legs around him, pulling him deeper. You feel his chest rumbling against yours as he moans, "oh gods, just like that, pull me in, that's perfect."

If he had any idea what the sound of his voice and the rumbling of his chest were doing for you he was being more than generous with you.

"I love to look at your face like this, you can't even keep your eyes open," he looks down at you, just a few inches between your faces, he uses one arm to hold himself up, the other pulls your leg tighter around him.

You head lolls to the side and he makes a quiet noise, like he's kissing his teeth, "don't move, don't move. I'm right here, it's all yours, I'm all yours, I just want to see you." When you turn your head back to him he grins, "that's it, that's it my love."

Now that you think of it, the grin on his face tells you he more than understands what the sound of his breathless voice does for you. He'd probably always been a devil, even without the horns, they certainly helped.

It didn't take long for you to work yourself up to near hysterics, especially when you found the sort burst of energy to turn over. You were sat on his lap, with unfettered access to his chest and arms, and a perfectly clear sightline to his stomach. You didn't need much to finish after that, and when you both do it's easy to flop down onto him, pressing your face into his neck.

One of his hands holds the base of your skull, the other rests on your back. "I'll have to talk to Karlach, about that rule." He pushes your hair to the side, "I'd like for you to always be this honest with me."

"I'm always honest." You sound almost offened, but too tired to push it there.

"It was your body, you love me." He sounds proud, preening, actually thrilled,"you couldn't help yourself, you were practically begging me to touch you and I hadn't even done anything. I quite like this side of you, you know? Who were they? What's their name? How could I see more of them?"

"Stop it," You shove him, your face burns but he couldn't see it, hidden in the crook of his neck, "I want to go to bed."

"I will happily take you there." Wyll's hand drags suggestively down your back and you gasp at him.

"To sleep."

"Yes, I completely understand." He sounds smart when he says it, teasing, and simply delighted.

"And you should carry me, for you indiscretions."

"Oh, nothing would make me happier my love."

#bauldrs gate 3 x reader #wyll ravengard #wyll x reader #wyll x tav #wyll ravengard x reader #wyll ravengard x tav

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faghettiandmeatballs · 3 months

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I am currently drawing something cute but got a little bored with it and took a break to be horny

#doodles #baldur's gate 3 #wyll ravengard #tav bg3 #wyll ravengard x tav #bg3 #suggestive #MIGHT ADD MORE TAGS LATER I LITERALLY HAVE TO GET READY FOR WORK RN LMAO

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goldgilzean · 6 months

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anything for wyll???

Warm summer air leaves a trail of sweat beading down your spine as you listen to the laughter and music drifting away from the camp’s center.

The Midsummer celebrations had everyone livelier than usual.

A delicate rustling pulls your eyes open, the lids heavy from the mixture of balmy air and a belly full of honeyed mead.

Stumbling away from the raucous laughter of the crowd, Wyll places his feet cautiously one in front of the other. His head spins as he slowly progresses to you, the setting sun casting him in a brilliant orange light.

Wyll ducks under the canopy of branches where you reside, splayed on the ground, hoping for a reprieve from the heat in the shade of the massive tree.

“Had enough of the festivities?” Your eyes cast up to his own, only to watch him blush and avert his gaze.

Wyll draws himself to his full height, clearing his throat while he rubs at the beads of sweat starting to collect on his brow.

“I’ve drunk enough mead to last ‘til the end of my days.”

“Don’t let them hear you say that.” Your head inclines towards the camp, a tender smile curving your lips.

Wyll turns his head to look back in the direction he came and snags one of his horns on one of the low hanging branches.

“Godsdamnit.” He swats at the leaves cascading down in front of his face, and twists his head, which only deepens the hold the tree has on him.

You catch one of the tiny yellow leaves as it falls, and try to suppress the laughter bubbling in your stomach.

“A little help?” Wyll huffs a breath, his shoulders slumping in defeat as the tree holds him captive.

Rising from the ground, you wipe the dirt from your palms and stand on the tips of your toes to reach for the offending branches.

“I’m still getting used to them.” Wyll admits, his voice soft, breath painting the skin of your cheek.

“So this isn’t the first time?” You tease, glancing down at his face.

“There may be a few extra holes in my tent.” His lips split in a sheepish grin as you continue to untangle him.

#bg3 #wyll ravengard #wyll x tav #wyll x reader #wyll ravengard x reader #Wyll ravengard x tav #my writing

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multi-fandom-imagine · 5 months

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Day 33: “Did you decorate the tree without me? I can’t believe this!”

Fandom:Baldur's Gate 3

Character: Wyll Ravengard

Naughty or Nice.

A/n: I will fully believe that Wyll would be an amazing father.

Wyll kicked off the snow from his boots, after a long night of work the man was just eager to get home to you, eager to get home to his children. Hearing the giggle's a smile formed on his lips as he called out for you though as he grew closer his gaze softened for a moment seeing you, along with the twins surrounding the tree. Small hand's doing their best to put the decoration's on the branches.

“Did you decorate the tree without me? I can’t believe this!” His tone was nothing but playful, his hand's on their hips as the twins quickly turned then rushed to him.

"Papa!"

Easily catching his children, he placed a kiss to their heads smiling. "You both done a wonderful job." Turning his gaze to you he then held out his hand for you to take. "Hello my love, I do hope you are not to upset that I am a little late."

Shaking your head, you stepped towards Wyll placing a soft kiss to the side of his head. "As long as you are here everything is perfect....now...who want's to make come cookies."

Grinning, Wyll watched as the twins shouted. He in return giving out a small wink. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

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avocado-writing · 1 month

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For the bg3 requests how about the companions realizing they love tav in the middle of a battle(love your work!!!)

partner piece to this!

Astarion

realises when he sees you cut down someone in battle to save him.

you don’t think twice about beheading the cultist, or shooting them full of a magic missile, or stabbing them in the guts from the shadows - whatever you do is equally wonderful.

his eyes go wide as he watches you make the killing blow. warm blood spatters on his face and, when you shout to ask if he’s alright, his heart does a funny little dance in his chest.

he’s alright. he’s the most alright that he’s ever been, actually

kisses you suddenly, the taste of the kill dancing between your lips, and stares at you very sincerely.

“I love you.” then back to the battle before you can press it any further.

Gale

if you’re a spell caster, he falls for you because of your capability using magic. you have a knack for it he finds delightful.

the twirl of your hands, soft speaking as you recite verbal components, all of it - it’s all perfect.

he stares at you, distracted for a moment, and then gets a club in the side of the head and is catapulted back to battle.

if you’re not a mage then it’s when you do something he taught you, silencing an enemy wizard by cutting them off when you realise a somatic component. you shoot him a thumbs up and he feels his whole face go bright red.

you listen to him. you care about him. and he loves you.

Wyll

you’re fighting back-to-back, fending off enemies as they charge towards you, yelling out directions for the other one to be watching.

“wyll! big guy on your left!”

he turns and stabs, running through an orc, and hears you laugh from the exhilaration of battle.

he realises then how much he loves you, how he’d never have any other life than this heart-pounding, blood-pumping excitement with you; and he’d do anything to keep you safe.

there’s no time for him to confess right now… but he does reach behind himself to give your free hand a little squeeze with his. just so you know. just so he can come back to it and confess later.

Karlach

raging, so it’s less her thinking through it and more a series of realisations which come to her all at once.

you: fighting. you: protecting. you: protecting her. you: capable. you: loveable.

oh, it all slips into place. she can’t do anything about it right now because her axe is buried in the face of an ogre, but after the battle when she’s calmed down she seeks you out.

is a bit awkward about it, finds reasons to be near you, but you manage to work out what it is she is desperate to say.

give her a kiss, and she squeals with excitement. she thinks you’re just perfect!

Lae’zel

ahh, lae’zel. would she fall for you at any other time?

has always watched your form in battle but there’s something about today, this fight. she can’t keep her eyes off of you.

you are flawless. perfect. dispatching enemies with ease.

she realises she feels not just fondness for you, but love. something she did not believe that she’d ever experience.

she is a little distracted and gets hit, but that just makes her focus back on the battle. you check in with her afterwards and she brushes you off, stomping away to go and mull her feelings over.

is… scared to confess to you. may do it one day. not today.

Shadowheart

runs over to heal you during a battle, your wounds are great, but you shake her off:

”you’re in far worse condition than me! heal yourself first!”

she realises how hurt she is for the first time. she sort of learned to deal with the pain as she was raised sharran, but… you’re the one who’s taken notice of her. nobody has ever done that.

suddenly she is overwhelmed with feelings for you. she’d been soft for you before, but now she is overwhelmed with emotion.

she does heal herself, and then you - luxuriating in the feel of your skin under her hands.

Halsin

he’s already fond of you, but the thing that really gets him is during one particular battle.

you’re fighting and he can see you’re doing your best to protect something behind you from your assailants. during a moment when an enemy is down he sees what’s behind you: a baby boar, terrified.

not the most pleasant creature, covered in mud and squealing, but you still are attempting to shield it from the battle, and when the fight is over he sees you use magic to talk to it and calm it down, check it over for wounds.

he realises how smitten he is with you in that moment. how much you care. you are perfect, and he wants to spend his life with you.

Minthara

probably falls for you during an act of violence, a particularly bloody kill.

you show no mercy to your opponent, opening them from throat to navel, eyes bright as you see them bleed out.

you are an angel of death, vicious and proud. you smile at your kill and minthara finds herself smiling too.

charming. you are charming, and that’s all there is too it. she smiles through the rest of the battle at the thought of you.

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finn-writes-stuff · 2 months

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Hiii~ I saw your requests are open for Baldur's gate and I was wondering if you can write a one shot about wyll when tav/reader gets injured...

Thank u so much<3

Reckless

After a risky play in a battle and a temporary death, Wyll takes care of you.

Wyll Ravengard x Reader

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Format: Oneshot

Gender Neutral Reader

Masterlist

Not to go insane about a man on main (Lying) but god I love him so much. The genuine hero archetype is so good and sweet.

No matter how long you had been adventuring, the poisoned sting of a goblin arrow never hurt any less. A lucky shot from an archer up above you, you hissed as it sunk into your shoulder. This had been a long battle, with your enemy calling in unexpected reinforcements, and your whole party was running out of health and energy.

A crackle of magic whipped past you and crashed into the archer's chest. Their rattling yell as they were knocked down let you know they were taken care of, and you were free to turn and grin at your savior, rushing to his aid in return.

Wyll had his own group of goblins he was trading blows with, his rapier clashing against another blade as you reached his side. He was better off health-wise than you were at the moment, but his shot at your attacker had cost him precious time to fend off the group.

"Thanks for the save!" You called gratefully as you dived into your own attack, trying to take out the enemies that seemed worn down.

"I've got you," he called back, ducking away from another blow. "But we need to get that ritual stopped, do you have any way to break the circle?"

Doing your best to run through your options as you danced back from a sword, you grimaced. Everyone was out of spell slots by now, and other resources were too limited to spare on a goblin ritual.

Or maybe not. As you shoved a hand into your bag, your hand fell upon a smoke powder bomb, one you had almost forgotten about.

"Yep! I can do it, Wyll! Just keep me covered," you said, already sprinting towards the ritual circle.

"The Blade provides," he laughed, carving down a goblin trying to slash at your retreat. "Do try to keep close then, love."

"It's on you to keep up," you shot back, relishing in the banter and the adrenaline of the fight. You needed to get close to set this off to maximum effect, with the arrow in your shoulder, you couldn't throw the bomb at a distance with any certainty. You just had to get close enough to toss it and back off before it set off. A piece of cake.

Not quite a piece of cake, you realized as you had to dodge and dive around goblins, hearing your companions slashing and seeing the familiar crackling red energy knock down enemies trying to rush you. But the day that a battle went smoothly would be the day Avernus froze over.

The attackers in your way didn't manage to get any solid hits on you, but they did succeed in slowing you down, enough so that you saw magic rising from the circle, pulling up like walls around the caster in the centre. Shit, if they got this spell off, that would be deadly. You barely took a second to think before diving in, crashing to the ground over the circle with the bomb in your hands.

The bomb that did not take kindly to the hard landing and magical heat around you. This was going to hurt. A lot.

Your last thought before being thrown back by the explosion was that at least the magic walls should contain the blast enough so that it didn't catch the rest of your party.

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Being revived always hurt like hell. Feeling your heart forcefully start back up and your injuries repair themselves under magical guidance was excruciating when it was done quickly. You came too coughing up blood and was that a tooth? You hoped not, but if it was could the healing magic replace it?

Your thoughts were ended quite quickly by a familiar face dropping into your view as Wyll knelt in front of you, grabbing your face to look you over. His touch was so gentle, even as he turned you back and forth, and his sword callouses ran over your skin.

"Gentle? Yes, I'm trying my best, love," he replied, clueing you into the fact that you'd spoken aloud. Maybe the healing magic hadn't quite finished its work.

But it was hard to complain when he was so close to you like this. Carefully pulling you up to your feet and leaning you into his side as he watched you blearily gain your balance.

"Alright, no, we're not making you walk back to camp like that," he said, steadying you. "Let me carry you? I promise I won't drop you on the way there."

All it took was a nod for him to slip his arm under your knees and behind your back and scoop you up into a bridal carry. His arms were steady and you had the impression this was not the first time he had done this. Perhaps it was a staple of daring rescues in his past.

You giggled at the thought, resting your head against his chest and he looked down at you with concern. "You alright there? I'm a little concerned you got a concussion that hasn't been healed."

"Perfectly fine. But you must answer me honestly. Are you Prince Charming?"

"Alright, I'm quite concerned you got a concussion." He didn't bother to hide his smile though, keeping you steady against his chest. As you let your eyes drift, you heard him say something softer, not the brash and heroic Blade of the Frontiers, but just Wyll. "Don't do that to me again, love. You terrified me."

"It worked, didn't it?"

"I would rather swordfight that whole group at once than see you blow yourself up like that again. I was worried you would shatter yourself too much to be brought back." His pace was steady as he carried you, keeping you from jostling or rocking around too much even on the uneven ground. "Be careful for me?"

"If you'll be careful for me," you murmured back, leaning easier into his chest. It was all too easy to fall asleep in his arms.

#finnwrites #baldur's gate 3 x reader #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 x reader #bg3 #wyll x reader #wyll ravengard x tav #wyll ravengard x reader #wyll ravengard #oneshot #gender neutral reader

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madwomansapologist · 16 days

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Hello!!! I was wondering if you could write headcannons of the BG3 companions and a dragon bloodline sorcerer tav? Especially their reactions to their more dragon like tendencies like hoarding things or their wings when they level up (draconic sorcerers get wings at lvl 14 table top and 11 in bg3 ) that would be great ❤️

bg3 companions with a draconic sorcerer!tav

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synopsis: How would they react to their leader as a draconic sorcerer?

warnings: austim be danmed my girl can study about dragons (lae'zel).

note: that made me want to play as a draconic in the future. thanks for your request, i hope you like it!

Lae'zel

You got her attention immediately. All other races are as alien to a githyanki as themselfs are for those across Faêrun, but she knew a lot about draconics still. A interest of hers that she wasn't able of shutting down, don't matter how efficient and practical she achieved to be.

She always had a soft spot for dragons. A gith can't waste its time dreaming, but who can control it? She wanted so bad to be a dragon rider. When she learned there were races of people who descended from dragons, it was only natural she would want to learn about them.

Upon meeting you, part of her brain was just trying to analize. To learn from what type of dragon you descended. Her interest on you was purely academic.

She wondered if you had noticed how possessive you are. Lae'zel knows you're one of the most selfless people she ever met, the amount of times you lose something so someone could be safe... and still, you are so possessive.

You would kill Cazador with your bare hands and bring Astarion his head, but would never let him use one of your necklaces. Once she heard you hissing because he touched your things.

Exploring Baldur's Gate, everyone got stronger. When your wings evolved, Lae'zel seemed allured by them. So intricate and strong. Beautiful. A sign of your effort and talent. You deserved them.

"Just another proof of your strenght, zhak vo'n'ash duj. Our enemies will tremble before you. I already do."

Shadowheart

Something about you felt... familiar. Like she already knew you. Maybe she did. Or perhaps it was someone familiar. Maybe it was just the highs from being saved from a nautiloid. Still, Shadowheart couldn't help but to take a liking to you.

She never had a draconid friend, not that she remember at least, so it took her a bit to get used to the differences. It's impossible not to bring attention upon your group with your height and wide body. The teeth were certainly something she was highly aware.

Shadowheart thought it was enduring how you would always ended with the party's gold on your pockets. You say you will deal with the finances, and you really do that and do it well, but she knows mostly it's because you need to have it near you.

When your wings were strong enough, she would always find an excuse to hug you. It was so warm to feel your wings around her body. Shadowheart feels so save between your arms. So at peace.

"Before you I thought I knew what true embrace felt like. I was wrong. Thank you, my sweetest lover. For opening my eyes."

Astarion

Your size was intimidating. You could be an awful obstacle for his safety, but gladly you were kinder than Astarion could expect. You were way more than Astarion could ever expect.

After a while, it was interesting to learn more about you. So wide, and still so delicate. So scary, and yet so good. So moral, and yet so capable of violence.

For a draconic, it was a bit cliche that your go-to spells were fire ones. And he made sure to tell you that.

Once Astarion saw your wings, for some reason Astarion felt... proud. It just felt right for you to be rewarded after everything you did to them. To him. And it also made you look even more alluring.

"Another fireball, darling? Really? In this tiny room? Alright. Whatever feels right to you."

Gale

It was incrible to have another magic bender in the party! There are a few differences in styles and in the path you both want to go down, but at the end you both share the same goal.

Either as a student or as a natural vessel, the weave conects you both. It feels lovely to have someone who can see how the entire world moves because of it. To have someone to go for when doubts about new spells pop up, or that understands that he can't spend a long time in the battle field. Someone that just understands.

Gale was so curious about the limits of your body. Merely academic curiosity! He meet a few draconics before, but never he spend such a long time beside one.

It was mesmerizing to see you sleep in a nest. Not really one, but basically a nest. Everything looks so comfortable. So you. The best blankets, your favorite jewels, some gold.

Gale Dekarios is a student before all. And you quickly became his favorite subject.

"Don't they make you trip, my love? Ah, I see, your body was made for those, dare I say, beautiful pair of wings. If you ever feel the need to rest while you get used to them, just say the word."

Wyll

You weren't the first draconic Wyll befriended. Your race may be not so common in some parts of Faêrun, but he is not one to be surprised by your needs and habilities. Wyll is always ready to help you, don't matter what.

You need more space at camp, every armor needs to be wide enough to fit your wings, swords can't be tiny so your handle turns weak. Wyll is just waiting for you to need him so he may act.

The hoarding turned into a problem so quickly. Every damn thing "could be necessary". Forks? Rotten watermelons? Half-eaten apples??? And don't you try to say those are culture differences. Those are problems.

Once someone aimed at your wings during a fight. You barely were able to see the energy rays before their body burned to ashes.

"The Blade stands at your side, dear one. My duty is with your safety."

Karlach

Our girl on fire saw more dangerous things than a dragon's bloodline. Still, it was good to see a good fighter. She has the muscles, and you the brains. A perfect duo, one could say.

She thought was sweet your tendencies. How you wrap your tail around your companions that are being threatened. Or how the glow of jewels can make you break your neck just for a glance.

Karlach loves the fact you are also build bigher, just like her. It's good to not have to look down at someone, or to not break her back in a attempt to be at the same high as you.

She got so scared when your wings evolved. She didn't knew it was something that could happen to draconics that turned really strong. For a whole minute, she thought you went through some sort of body horror kinda of shit. She knows a lot about it, so it was really good to hear your explanation.

"Fucking gods, soldier! You almost lost me there. Thought my heart would fucking explode."

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aaesaesthetic · 6 months

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Wyllweek day 2: Wyll and your Tav

Wyll gets all the lovin's from Aligandr, anytime he needs it

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darkwolf76 · 3 days

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Entry for the BG3 2024 Big Bang is Posted!

Dancing with Shadows and Secrets

Pairing: Wyll x Tav

Characters: Wyll Ravengard, Tav, Ulder Ravengard, Astarion (cameo), Karlach (mentioned)

After being caught pilfering from a merchant in the Wide, young Wyll Ravengard is sent by his father to stay with his grandparents, the Lord and Lady of House Eltan, for closer supervision His grandparents have greater political ambitions for him than the soldier his father raised him to be and hire a dance master to educate him in social graces. Young Seraphina longs for her mother’s druid circle in the High Forest, but she loves her father, so she must spend her months with him, playing a part in the schemes of his crew as he offers his bardic services to the rich patriar families of Baldur’s Gate. His latest mission has him serving as the dance master for the grand duke’s only son, with her serving as the noble boy's dance partner. Neither wants to be here, but with a city to explore and cults lurking in the shadows, perhaps destiny has them where they are meant to be.

@bg3bigbang

**Seven Years Prior to the start of Baldur's Gate 3**

#bg3 #bg3 big bang 2024 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #wyll ravengard #bg3 wyll #wyll x tav #wyll ravengard x tav

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thywheelof-fate · 5 months

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thinking about making a Tav named "Wai" (pronounced "way") and romancing Wyll because I just know that they would be a super cute obnoxious couple whose catchphrase is "where there's a Wyll, there's a Wai!"

#wyll ravengard #wyll ravengard x tav #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 meme #see they switched the i & the y in their names #so cute

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paintdlady · 5 months

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A Long Engagement (pt. 1)

Wyll Ravengard x Tav / Arranged marriage AU

Word count: 5,225

Tav stared at the robe laid out across their neatly made bed, its navy color easily drew one’s eye to the embroidered constellation of silver stars stitched along the collar and across the sleeve cuffs. At the center of each star was a small white gemstone, twinkling in the soft candlelight. By sight alone, they could tell that it was truly a lovely garment, so subtly intricate and so unlike anything their parents would select.

It made Tav’s stomach twist in a sharp knot because nowadays such an intimate gift could only mean two things:

One: another suitor had come calling.

Two: Tav’s parents liked this one.

Most gifts were left in the reception hall to be personally hand delivered to an impassive Tav, and it always took everything in them to not look completely disgusted or bored.

But today’s gift was terrifying because it was grand and only grew lovelier the longer they admired it.

Swallowing thickly around the tight collar of anxiety, Tav finally dared to take a step closer and ran a careful finger along the constellations. Quickly, they were drawn towards a certain diagonal line of stars, the third of which was flanked by two smaller stars and created the shape of a dagger. Jassa’s Dagger.

Precious few knew this, but that was their favorite constellation. Was it also one of the few they could identify with ease? Yes. But that didn’t lessen their excitement. Whenever they found themself beneath the night’s dark blanket, Tav always looked for the dagger first.

From behind them, Tav could hear their bedroom door quickly open and close. Their hand flew to their bathrobe, clutching the collar close to hide away their once exposed chest.

“What are you doing just standing about, dear? Supper is nearly finished, and you should’ve been out of the bath ages ago! Please don’t tell me you were composing ballads in the tub again, you really ought to take more breaks from songwriting, it’s becoming an obsession-”

“Who sent this?” Tav asked, glancing behind to find their mother and her handmaiden, Estella approaching. “It’s a bold gift…”

“As bold as tonight’s guests. You should wear it, I believe it’ll most please them to see you sporting the beautiful robe.” Mother’s delight emanated from her, from the twinkle in her eyes to the hop in her step.

“Mother-“

“Don’t you agree, Estella?” Mother suddenly asked, cutting Tav off.

“Yes, ma’am,” the handmaiden nodded, she was just as eager as her lady if the look in her eye was to be trusted. Estella had always adored dressing Tav up, and delighted in any given reason to do so. Today was no exception. “If I may add, it would pair nicely with the young saer’s satin slippers and the silver chain belt Master Agustin gifted them just a tenday ago.”

“That’s a wonderful idea. My husband does so love spoiling Tav with the finest accessories.”

“Let me rephrase, mother,” Tav huffed. “What is the name of tonight’s most generous guest?”

But no answer came, not immediately. Mother’s smile remained as level as usual, reaching out to their child just to smooth the wrinkle from their brow.

“Must you always be so scrupulous, my pride and joy? Nobody would think less of you for just enjoying the gifts lavished upon you from time to time. Nothing pleases the eye so much as a pretty flower in full bloom, I daresay it’s even good for the heart,” she told them.

“Must you be so vexing?” they grumbled, begrudgingly accepting the powder blue tunic and a pair of black trousers from Estella.

“You will thank me for this someday,” Mother cooly replied as she turned to where Tav kept their jewelry box, more interested in finding the right gems for her child to wear tonight than fight the same old argument over again.

Tav ducked behind the folding screen to change into their clothes. Future spouse or not, Tav didn’t think it appropriate to greet their guests in nothing but their undergarments.

“You know the Beartails just handed their child away to the first bidder. Some…” Mother paused and her face scrunched as she waved her hand, likely thinking of a polite way to say ‘ass-hat’. “Some precocious cartographer, I believe. He teaches at an academy to actually make ends meet. You should be so glad your father cares for your comfort that he’d never settle for such a low earner.”

Personally, a cartographer seemed a fine career to Tav. Had they had the freedom to do so, they would’ve loved exploring the lands and drawing maps with nothing but their own skills and the silver lady, Selune, as their guide.

“A cartographer is not a stable career,” their mother said with such sharpness that it was almost as if she could read Tav’s very own thoughts.

“I didn’t even say anything!” They snapped back with a roll of their eyes, rounding the privacy screen.

“Would you like to fix your tone for me, Tavana?” Her cold and even voice made Tav stiffen. Their gaze dropped to the ground at their feet, not daring to look at her as she continued. “I think you’ll be far happier if you had a better attitude and were more kind to your parents who just want the best for you. Imagine being grateful for having people who care about you, wouldn’t that be nice?”

A heavy, oppressive silence filled the bedchamber as mother waited for Tav to answer her. But first they had to swallow the lump in their throat, neatly tucking away the ugliness that quelled within them. The unthinkable thoughts could not surface now.

“I’m sorry, mother.” Tav finally said. They didn’t want to be ungrateful. And mother was right, they didn’t have to hold off on promising Tav’s hand to anyone. It was an act of their love that they sent away any of the suitors who were too old or capricious, allowing Tav to even say no so long as they met their would-be spouse at least once and tried.

There were families who did not mind who their children wed so long as their coin purse was heavy or their reputation gilded enough. To marry for love was a rarity, it was a privilege that nobility sacrificed for the greater good of society - their allegiances had to be made with the politics of the world in mind. Tav’s tutor had done well to impart this knowledge upon Tav constantly throughout the years. In turn, it was their duty to weigh all the pros and cons of each suitor and settle with someone who came close to their most important ideals.

“I forgot myself,” they quietly added.

With a huge sigh, mother pulled Tav close enough to put the selected diamond earrings on for them. And then she took a moment to examine her child’s face. “You are my pride and joy, my little gem. I take no pleasure in pushing you so hard, you know this. But your father and I want to know you are well taken care of, and this is a good opportunity.”

“I do, I know,” they quickly assured. “You and father do me a great kindness, I shouldn’t react so hastily.”

“Good. Now be a good child and let Estella help you finish dressing. You must look good for our guests tonight,” mother paused thoughtfully, taking Tav’s chin in her hand, “for the Ravengards.”

She took only a moment to revel in the gobsmacked expression on Tav’s face, smugly grinning at them before she swept out of the room to resume her duties as hostess.

While still processing this information, Estella slipped the robe on Tav, adjusting the collar so it would sit properly and better show off the embroidery.

“Is it true, Estella?” They asked. “Is it really the Ravengards?”

The amused smile on the handmaiden’s face was all the answer they needed.

Of all the houses Tav would have guessed, the Ravengards were not within the first seven they would have thought of. That wasn’t a slight upon them, it was only that they were still new to high society. The family conformed in some ways, and took liberties where they pleased.

On the rare occasions Tav had been in the same room as the patriarch, Grand Duke Ulder Ravengard had an air of stern propriety and intimidated them with just a passing glance. From his bones to his armor, the man was a warrior and leader tried true. Tav never would have guessed he, nor his son, would have interest in building alliances this way, nor such fine taste in garments. It just didn’t seem the sort of thing they would have put much thought to.

But perhaps the patriarch’s work with the Flaming Fist and later as a duke had brought him into acquaintance with a dressmaker who did care more than enough for everyone, because this robe was truly a work of wonders.

While cotton was an accessible fabric for everyone regardless of their wealth status, the cotton of this robe was so incredibly soft. It had been woven with such great care that Tav found it just as pretty as silk, but thankfully more breathable - they appreciated the fact their body heat could escape and not leave them on the verge of a sweating mess as Estella sat them before the vanity table and fixed their hair and makeup.

If they wanted, they could probably steal away to the training yard and take a few good wacks at a practice dummy to blow off a little steam after supper while the adults moved to the parlor. Tav wasn’t dedicated to the blade, but they did enjoy the occasional opportunity to release their pent up frustration and hit something every now and then. So the practicality of the garment was probably what Tav liked best about it if they were honest, thankful for something that didn’t limit their movement and require stillness. Many did not think of such things when ordering clothing for them.

“The young lord… this Wyll. I’m not sure I’ve had the pleasure of meeting him in person, it seems we’ve always just missed one another at social events. I hear he’s good with the blade though,” Tav mused, tilting their head up so Estella could line their eyes with kohl.

“Oh, he’s splendid! A real prodigy if I ever did see one - and I have, mind you. In fact, I saw him in a lower city tournament just months ago.”

“The lower city?” Tav asked, quietly amazed. Their own parents were so strict about letting them wander the lower city streets, there was no way they’d allow them to do that sort of thing. “How old is Wyll again, Estella?”

“He turned ten-and-six but a month ago.”

“So he’s a year younger than I,” they mumbled, brushing their fingers along the small gems at the cuff of their robe in thought. Sixteen years of age and the Ravengard heir was running through the streets like some sort of commoner. How reckless. As the marshal of the Flaming Fist, Tav thought Ulder would understand the dangers of the city best. And yet he allowed his son liberties that Tav’s strictly forbade out of concern for their safety. The mere idea of such a thing made Tav’s stomach twist with… with jealousy.

“Worry not, little gem. With Sir Wyll, you’ll hardly feel that year’s difference. He’s a clever child and already quite tall.” The handmaiden assured, misinterpreting the meaning of Tav’s words. Truthfully, they could hardly care about something like height. No, instead Tav wondered if they agreed to marry this Wyll Ravengard, could they play in the lower city too? Would he permit his spouse to follow him through the crowd, or would Tav only be exchanging one cage for another?

For ages, Tav had dreamt of exploring all the shops they passed on their way to Stormshore Tabernacle. Prayer was the only occasion when their parents would allow them out with only Estella by their side, and so Tav found freedom between incense, devotions, and lyre strings plucked in the name of Oghma himself.

“Careful, you’ll loosen them,” Estella warned, pulling Tav’s hands from fiddling at their finery.

“Right. Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts,” they confessed.

“What kind of thoughts?”

Estella’s question made Tav glance at her in the vanity mirror’s reflection while pushing thoughts of open air and cobblestone streets from their mind for now. Instead, they would speak of something light - something inconsequential and happy.

“Well, like if he’s handsome,” they answered with a coy smile.

An amused look crossed Estella’s face, interrupting her concentration just long enough to chuckle a little bit.

“A subjective matter, but yes. I suppose he is, that’s the common consensus. You’ll have to tell me your thoughts after you greet him.”

“Of course. It’d be nice to have someone to talk about my future husband with,” Tav conceded. The two shared a look, a moment of fleeting camaraderie not as employer and employee, but as two people who enjoyed swooning over the sweetest love songs and the most heartbreakingly doomed romance novels.

“Anytime, little gem. Now smile, we’re all ready!” Estella cheered as she gave one last final brush of iridescent powder to Tav’s cheekbones.

Rising to look at themself in the floor length mirror, Tav glanced at the handmaiden and could see she was quite proud of her work - and thinking of something.

“You’ve truly outdone yourself tonight,” they complimented, waiting to see what had the cogs in her mind turning so ferociously.

“I have, but that robe did most of the heavy lifting if we’re honest. When you have the time, could you perhaps ask Sir Ravengard who the tailor is? I think their work suits you well, we would do well to commission them for more pieces.” Estella said, for she had always had a keen eye for the latest fashions.

“I’m certain mother is already on it,” Tav assured, taking the offered silver chain belt and fastened it at their waist.

“She is most enterprising,” Estella smiled. “Now let us be off, saer.”

Giving the completed look one last gander, Tav quietly smoothed down their robes and then turned from one side to the other. They were, admittedly, quite pleased with their reflection. A flower in full bloom as mother had said. Now, it was off to see the hand that would pluck them if permitted.

“Right.” Withering with a wave of anxiety, Tav drew in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. This was for the best, mother and father would never endanger them.

“We already missed the initial reception, it’d be unseemly if we missed dinner.”

“Late for dinner? Oh my, now that’s a scandal that’ll shake the city itself,” Tav teased, following the handmaiden.

“It would,” Estella soberly agreed. “I pray they pardon your tardiness.”

“In my defense, I shouldn’t have been blindsided with this visit. Had I known, we would’ve had more time to prepare. Hells, I might’ve even been able to plan an impromptu trip out of the city,” Tav chuckled.

“Hush, this is an important matter at hand. I’ll hear nothing about running away, my poor nerves are dreadfully thin as it is,” Estella chided and then frowned when she received a delighted laugh in return.

All gleeful tittering came to a harsh stop when they rounded a corner and found a young man admiring one of the many paintings displayed in the hallway.

“M-Master Ravengard,” Estella stammered, giving a respectful bow of her head.

“Do forgive me for overhearing, but I hear Amn is lovely this time of year,” Ravengard said, slowly turning from the painting with his hands neatly folded together behind his back. His boyish smile faltered for a second as they made eye contact.

Oh. This was mortifying. Tav could not have dreamt a more embarrassing scenario than this, this was a nightmare. They had one objective tonight, and it was so damn simple they couldn’t have messed it up if they tried. All they had to do was charm their suitor and have them coming back, eager more than ever to make Tav their spouse.

And they had messed it up before they had even properly laid eyes upon him. Tav burned hot in embarrassment, bereft of any glee after being caught acting so uncouth.

“Tavana Silverwing?” Sir Wyll Ravengard guessed, eyeing them with an unreadable expression upon his face.

They looked to Estella, but the handmaiden very, very conveniently turned her head in the complete opposite direction at the very same time. The message was loud and clear: ‘you’re on your own, kid!’

“That is I,” they meekly replied finally, bracing for an offended lashing. They would deserve it after all. He’s gifted them a dazzling robe and they repaid his kindness with mockery. “Please, disregard what you heard, I was merely jesting. I truly appreciate the time and effort you’ve spared me, I just… I had no idea I was to expect company tonight and find myself… querulous.”

It was frustrating to be pinned beneath Sir Wyll’s gaze in such a horrible situation. On one hand, they wish he would get the confrontation over with, call them a spoiled brat and tell them he never wished to see them again. They would deserve it, Tav did not deny that. It was logical in the face of not being taken seriously. On the other hand, as this slow passing nightmare lingered, Tav could not stop themself from realizing how unbearably rich and lovely his eyes were. They were nearly the same shade as the dark tourmaline pin upon his lapel, glittering beautifully.

Finally, the young lord opened his mouth and he gave a hearty laugh, his amusement started Tav. But their befuddlement seemed to only egg him on more, which in turn made their body burn hotter.

“I’ve heard that your tongue is more silver than your wings, but to see it at play is a delight in itself,” the young Sir Ravengard chuckled as he watched Tav in all their bashful glory.

“You will have to forgive me for neither confirming nor denying that, sir. I- I’m not in the habit of talking about my tongue’s skill upon first meeting,” they replied with a humble bow, hoping to make him laugh more to salvage his impression of them.

From the quick raise of his eyebrows, he likely hadn’t expected such words to leave the mouth of the precious little gem of the Silverwing house. And yet he laughed, and Tav found he had a wonderful smile. “Apologies, saer. It seems I’ve gotten ahead of myself.”

“You’re forgiven so long as you can find it within yourself to accept my own apologies, Wyll Ravengard; student of the blade and, if my eyes do not deceive me, a connoisseur of the arts.”

“Then bygones are bygones,” he said. “I don’t know if I’d consider myself a connoisseur though, I merely stop and enjoy the flowers as I pass them.”

“And which flower has caught your eye so vehemently that you are out here in the hall while the party is inside?” Tav asked, looking across the wall that held many of their mother’s favorite pieces - an arrangement of ancestral portraits and historical events or landscapes.

“You.” Wyll’s voice was so soft, so painstakingly tender as he looked at the large family portrait. A confusing emotion nestled in Tav’s chest as they tried to discern his intentions and he continued. “I’ve admired your music for so long, but I don’t think I’ve ever been able to get a good look at the musician who can pluck so sweetly at the lyre that even the songbirds stop to listen. It’s nice to put a face to the melody.”

“You’ve heard me play?” It was the only thing they could think to ask in the midst of pure surprise.

“A few times. I’ve always wanted to come pay compliments to you whenever we were at the same social events, but you were always gone by the time I could peel myself away from the dancefloor.”

“Ah, yes. I’m not much for staying too late at such events,” they admitted. As much as they would love to participate in festivities, mother had them on a strict beauty regimen that included a full night’s rest. And Tav did not care for all the leering, the attention paid to them was so hungry at such events.

“Then allow me to compliment you now,” he said, pulling a flower from himself.

“Were you holding that the whole time?”

“Yes. I thought I’d give it to you when we first met, but then…” he slowly trailed off and Tav could feel their face burn.

“You overheard me talking about escape plans,” they groaned as they pressed their palms to their cheeks.

“I did mean what I said about Amn though,” he grinned.

“Ha. Ha. I’ll have you know I didn’t think you were just around the corner when I made that joke,” they whined.

“I suppose I have no choice but to believe you,” he continued to tease.

Suddenly, a roar of laughter came from further down the hall - the dining room. Tav could just faintly hear their father regaling a story from his old days, back when he sailed the sea and visited distant lands, trading goods and outwitting bad guys.

When Tav was still small, they had delighted in such tales, eagerly begging to hear them just before bedtime.

That felt like a lifetime ago.

“Your father has a real knack for storytelling, I don’t think I have ever been painted a more vivid picture. He makes one feel like they’re there on the journey with him. Is your home always this warm and cheerful?” Wyll asked, intending to compliment but must realize he hit a sore spot from the little furrow of Tav’s brow.

“It used to be…” they mumbled, but then quickly cleared their throat. “It’s no matter though, father is often away on business. Sacrifice begets privilege, and what matters most is that I know he loves me.” Whether their father liked them was a whole separate issue.

“That’s true,” Wyll nodded. “It’s a bit like me and my father. Sometimes he brings me to work with him, but sometimes he’s quite busy and I don’t see him for days on end.”

“Between the Fist and his ducal duties, I’m quite amazed he’s even found time for something like, well, this.”

Wyll chuckled with deep amusement. “That would be Counselor Florrick’s doing.”

“Ah. She is a woman with the most discerning eye.”

Of course Florrick would see the appeal of engaging Wyll and Tav together. The Silverwing family had a fair few merchants in their pocket and the respect of more old-fashioned houses. What sort of political move were they hoping to make? And how did it align with father’s interests? Tav tucked the query aside to mull over later when they had a moment’s peace for themself. For now it was important to play along with what they could infer their parents wanted from them: ensnare Wyll Ravengard’s attention, and seriously consider his hand in marriage.

“When Florrick first suggested this arrangement, I confess I wasn’t so sure what to think. But this… this has been both enlightening and a delight I will not soon forget. Do all courtings all begin like this?”

That amused Tav, making them quickly hide their mouth behind their hand when they couldn’t help but snort.

“Please, most first meetings with admirers bore me to tears. I shouldn’t say this, but the last admirer who came calling before you was so in love with the sound of their own voice, it made me want to swan dive into the ocean and never return,” they told him, making them both laugh.

“Sounds like they missed out on a lovely discussion, and I pity them for it.”

Tav paused then, surprised not by his compliment but his sincerity. It was laid out so plainly across his face and not hidden behind the usual snark or double entendres that Tav typically had to navigate through.

“You flatter me, sir-”

“Wyll. Just Wyll, please.”

“Oh. I-I couldn’t possibly, we’ve only just met,” Tav flustered between the beautiful robe and the idea of using his first name so soon. “It wouldn’t be proper, if someone overheard us-”

“What about in secret then, when it’s just us,” he suggested in a whisper, just low enough for them to hear. His warm breath against their ear made Tav smile despite themself.

“Very well then… Wyll.” His name slipped so slow and sweet from their mouth like honey.

“Thank you, Tavana.”

“Just Tav, please. I’m only Tavana when I’m in trouble and getting a scolding.”

“I’m sure we could find a little trouble if you’d like. Maybe a cliffside to practice our swan dives?”

Tav smiled back at him, “I would’ve taken you up on that offer last month. Tonight I’m quite keen to stop and admire the flowers.”

With a small step closer to him, Tav’s fingers ghosted over Wyll’s as they carefully plucked the flower from his hand. Somehow, they felt more flattered by this single bloom than any large bouquet previous suitors had pushed into their hands. At first glance, it was a humble offering. At second glance, it was as thoughtful as the robe he had gifted them.

“How did you manage to get such a beautiful flower from Lady Marie’s garden?” They asked. The old woman was so protective of her rare and exotic flowers, Tav wouldn’t have believed this gifted bloom came from her. But there was nowhere else in the city that could produce such a rare species as this. They knew this much because she had just been boasting about it at last week’s tea party she hosted to show them off.

“It’s not a very interesting story,” but his eyes beget a hint of mischief. “More importantly, your hands pluck only the finest and most perfect notes, I knew the same should be said of the petals that may find themselves between your fingers.”

“You… are an astoundingly good sweet-talker,” they chuckled as they rolled the stem between their fingers. “I fear my tongue is nothing but tin in comparison to yours.”

“If I recall correctly, it’s too early to be comparing tongues, Tav.”

If Wyll was truly like this all the time, so witty and charming, this was perhaps the best hope Tav had in regards to marriage for the longer they spoke with him, the fewer cons they found to his proposal. They didn’t need love at first sight, but to have his friendship? His good opinion? That could sustain Tav even better than what the bard songs promised.

“Wyll? How- please, pardon my curtness, but how do you feel about courting me?” Tav asked as they hand fiddled with an inlaid gem at their cuff, unable to phrase it more delicately. “Is this something you also want? Or is this just a formality, a favor for your father or Counselor Florrick?”

Wyll wasn’t expecting that, his smile twisted in confusion. “Do you not believe in my sincerity?”

“No, I do. But I also understand being willing to compromise for duty, to make the best of a situation. Courtship is… it’s more than flirty banter, it’s a serious matter to me and I want us to be on the same page.”

He quietly nodded, turning their words over in his head for a moment.

“I’ll speak clearly then. I never envisioned myself taking part in an arranged marriage, I have always envisioned taking a spouse out of love and still wish to do so. But from the first moment I heard your music, my heart was yours. And, well, I couldn’t bear to see you engaged to someone else before I could even confess my admiration.

“In a way, I’m even thankful this arrangement allowed me to come to you with all my intentions laid bare: I wish to get to know you, to better understand my feelings for you. So, I hope you don’t mind the idea of a long engagement… should we proceed together.”

There is a moment of silence as it sunk in that they were truly the precipice of forever. And his honesty deserved honesty in return.

“I would love that, a long engagement would be perfect. I just had to ask because I only want this if you do too. I couldn’t bear to be to you what others have been to me, you wouldn’t deserve that.” And in Tav’s experience, a forced connection could only ever become a target of misery and contempt.

He seemed to understand as his brow unfurrowed. “Tav…”

“I won’t lie to you and say I really believe in love at first sight, Wyll. That is a privilege I could never afford, that’s my sacrifice for my family. But, I can confidently tell you that I feel there is something worth tending to here. But beyond the good we could do together, I only want it if you want it too. Not your father, not my parents. You.”

“I do, I want this,” he assured and reached for them. “Not just for duty, but for myself.”

“And you understand the seriousness of this? People will be watching us, so it will be my duty to protect your honor as you protect mine.”

“Even if we weren’t courting, I could never allow someone to besmirch you,” he told them - a sentiment Tav had just been thinking to themself about Wyll. “I truly want to take my time winning your hand until the day our hearts know there will never be another for us.”

Appeased with his answers, Tav permitted him to take their hand. His palm was rough and calloused and that of someone unafraid of hard work - dedication. They felt proud that they were only nominally flustered when he kissed their bare knuckles.

“Well. I believe we have good news to tell our parents,” Tav said, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze before they let go, fingertips slowly sliding away from his and yet neither really moved.

Tav found themself lost in his eyes, thinking about the fact Wyll’s friendship was the greatest gift they had ever received, even better than the lovely robe. Sure, they only had it for mere minutes, and yet it had steadied Tav in ways no gold or art or jewelry could.

“Shall we head in then, Tav?” Wyll extended his arm out for them to take, ready to escort them in. And who were they to deny him? They linked their arm over his and took a deep breath, letting the reality of the moment sink in.

Come morrow, news of their courtship would make the rounds through society. The race for Tav’s hand would come to a wonderful halt, and they would have more time to focus intently upon that which they wanted. Their music, their daily trek for prayer, and - as it turned out - Wyll Ravengard.

Whatever their parents had planned would come later, a discussion for future Tav to deal with. Tonight they simply wanted to enjoy being treated like an equal and basking in Wyll’s beauty, his joy and laughter.

#wyll ravengard x tav #bg3 fic #i havent written fic in so long #so apologies but also all of my gratitude for reading this 💕

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