#I noted down the minthara/lae'zel prompt because I wanna do that one too...

[optiwashere]

Just read through all of your prompt fills so far and WE 👏 ARE 👏 FEASTING 👏 they are so SO GOOD

Could I perhaps ask for a kisses 17 Karlach/Wyll and a touching 11 for Minthara/Lae'zel? 🫶

Thank you so much! The prompts were a fun way to break a little bit of my writer's block, and I love that you've enjoyed them 💜

At some point, I'll collect these into a fic on AO3 so they don't just disappear into a tag that might rot into nothingness.

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Kisses 17 (kisses as a promise)~ CW for end of game Karlach stuff in general

Flames.

The first thing she remembered of the Hells was the heat. All-encompassing, permanent. Even if she couldn't be hurt by it, the presence of fire and inescapable pressure demanded acknowledgment.

The flames were the first to touch her on that little dock. Surrounded by friends who had to watch this happen.

Worst of all, Wyll knelt before her and stared at her. She almost wanted to laugh, because she swore she saw his emotions plain on both eyes.

"Remember me, yeah? All my best mates," she panted through the pounding in her chest. All of 'em... and you. "Not this part, though. Nah, fuck that. Everything before. All the good times."

The others watched from a distance. Wyll remained in front of her.

Go the fuck away. Don't want you to see this.

"What part of calling myself the Blade of Avernus didn't you understand?" Wyll said. He laid a hand on her shoulder.

She could hear the skin burning but he didn't move. "Come off it. Stop. Let me. Go. It was a good run."

"Karlach, I promise we'll figure this out. If we have to march to the heart of Zariel's armies together, we will."

We?

Wyll leaned forward and the flames around her singed his hair. "I promise. You won't be alone, and I won't let you forget that."

Just as Karlach started to speak, ready to tell Wyll to shove off and let her die in peace, his lips were on hers. Even as the claws of Avernus pulled her down as their prize, Wyll kissed her.

And when she opened her eyes again, heart pounding for a different reason, she wasn't alone at all.