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My headcanon is that after Wyll decides to spare Karlach, he slowly starts to fall for her.

My headcanon is that after Wyll decides to spare Karlach, he slowly starts to fall for her.

When he adopted wine as his best friend after Mizora turned him into a quasi-devil, Karlach was there every step of the way to reassure him. She made him feel handsome again, made him see his newfound horns as a source of rebellion and conviction. She convinced him that he was still the fierce and ever powerful blade of frontiers Faerun knew him as.

As for Wyll, he made Karlach feel seen. She often joked around and put a smile on her face in the toughest of situations, but Wyll saw right through it. At night, when the rest of their gang of misfits were asleep, Wyll would pull Karlach aside to go on walks. With him, she didn’t feel the need to pretend that everything was okay. She poured her heart out for Wyll without any shame because he was the only one in the group that could really understand all she’d been through. To be able to talk to someone that has been to hell and back, that had personal dealings with devils and demons – that, that was special.

So when Wyll asked her to dance with him one night, she couldn’t refuse. They couldn’t touch, but they both took this as a challenge. Wyll led her, his hand hovering as close as possible to her waist. While it was hard for him to keep up with Karlach’s puppy-like enthusiasm, and while it was hard for Karlach to keep up with Wyll’s poise and ponce, they made the best of the situation. The conversation flowed between them easily. The slow tension building between the both simmered. In a moment of weakness, Wyll grazed his hand over Karlach’s lower back. Karlach whispered something mildly romantic, and if you squinted, slightly perverse, in Wyll’s ear, causing him to bust out laughing, a rare feat in their often glum days. Their first kiss that night burned, but Wyll was used to burning. He ignored the pain on the first slow kiss and the second. He ignored the belittling voice in his head that condemned him for having this moment to himself.

When Gale had asked him why he kept coming to him in the upcoming weeks with burns for him to heal, with burns in places neither of them wanted to acknowledge, Wyll had simply smiled and claimed that he had formed a new contract with someone special.