#THE BLADE OF FRONTIERS ???!?!! I'M SORRY WHAT

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

Every time someone says Wyll is "obviously a straight man" an angel loses its wings.

[sorcerous-caress]

"Wyll is the normal boring companion" What if i fucked you with a chainsaw

[elunee]

Astarion

Astarion: Oh good, puns. Because clowns aren't enough of a horror already.

Player: You love the spotlight, don't you, Astarion? Here's your big chance. ['Astarion -1', 'Lae'zel 1', 'Gale 1', 'Shadowheart 1', 'Wyll 1', 'Karlach 1', 'Minthara 1', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minsc 2', 'Halsin 1']

Astarion: What? No. Don't you dare. This isn't funny.

Clown: Ooof - my heart! The enthusiasm is… too much! Now, up, up - double sharp! Or poor Buddy will think you don't like him. Right there - perfect!

Player: Go on, Astarion! ['Astarion -1', 'Gale 1', 'Lae'zel 1', 'Shadowheart 1', 'Wyll 1', 'Karlach 1', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minthara 1', 'Minsc 2', 'Halsin 1']

Astarion: Of course, what fun! I'm going to fucking kill you.

Gale

Gale: Hmm. Not to my taste, but I'll take a clown over some hack magician pulling peonies from his breeches.

Player: Gale, you're good at tricks, right? Up you go. ['Astarion 1', 'Lae'zel 1', 'Shadowheart 1', 'Wyll 1', 'Karlach 1', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minthara 1', 'Minsc 1', 'Halsin 1']

Gale: Truly? I might as well go mount the gallows.

Player: Go on, Gale! ['Astarion 1', 'Lae'zel 1', 'Gale -1', 'Shadowheart 1', 'Wyll 1', 'Karlach 1', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minthara 1', 'Minsc 1', 'Halsin 1']

Gale: You truly are testing the patience of a man who could level a city if he wished, you know.

Shadowheart

Shadowheart: Gods, I hate clowns. I'm not even sure clowns like clowns.

Player: I think my friend Shadowheart will make a far better assistant.['Astarion 1', 'Lae'zel 2', 'Shadowheart -1', 'Gale 1', 'Karlach 1', 'Wyll 1', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minthara 1', 'Minsc 1', 'Halsin 1']

Shadowheart: Are you quite sure you have a friend called Shadowheart? Not an enemy?

Player: Go on, Shadowheart! ['Astarion 1', 'Lae'zel 2', 'Shadowheart -1', 'Gale 1', 'Wyll 1', 'Karlach 1', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minthara 1', 'Minsc 1', 'Halsin 1']

Shadowheart: I'd advise you find someone to taste your food from now on.

Karlach

Karlach: Oof. No. Sorry Dribbles.

Player: Go on, Karlach, up you go. ['Astarion 1', 'Gale 1', 'Lae'zel 1', 'Shadowheart 1', 'Wyll 2', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minthara 1', 'Halsin 1', 'Minsc 1', 'Halsin 1']

Karlach: Hang on now, soldier, I'm not paying for your sins.

Player: Go on, Karlach! ['Astarion 1', 'Lae'zel 1', 'Gale 1', 'Shadowheart 1', 'Wyll 2', 'Karlach 1', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minthara 1', 'Minsc 1', 'Halsin 1']

Karlach: This had better be violent, sexy, or both.

Lae'zel

Lae'zel: Can we not find a more pleasant amusement? Gouging out our own eyeballs, perhaps?

Player: This is your time to shine, Lae'zel - up you go. ['Astarion 1', 'Lae'zel -1', 'Gale 1', 'Shadowheart 2', 'Wyll 1', 'Karlach 1', 'Minthara 1', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minsc 1', 'Halsin 1']

Lae'zel: Tsk'va. You can't be serious.

Clown: Ooof - my heart! The enthusiasm is… too much! Now, up, up - double sharp! Or poor Buddy will think you don't like him. Right there - perfect!

Player: Go on, Lae'zel! ['Lae'zel -1', 'Astarion 1', 'Gale 1', 'Shadowheart 2', 'Wyll 1', 'Karlach 1', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minthara 1', 'Minsc 1', 'Halsin 1']

Lae'zel: Chk. And here I thought ceremorphosis was the ultimate torment.

Halsin

Halsin: Why is that daubed fellow being forced before a crowd like so? Is he being punished? Ritualised humiliation?

Player: Lend him a hand, Halsin. ['Astarion 1', 'Lae'zel 1', 'Gale 1', 'Shadowheart 1', 'Wyll 1', 'Karlach 1', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minthara 1', 'Minsc 1']

Halsin: The local customs are... veiled to me. Are you sure this is wise?

Player: Go on, Halsin! ['Astarion 1', 'Lae'zel 1', 'Shadowheart 1', 'Gale 1', 'Wyll 1', 'Karlach 1', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minthara 1', 'Minsc 1', 'Halsin 1']

Halsin: Very well... Oak Father, shield me in the trials to come.

Wyll

Wyll: Between you and me, I love a good clown - and Dribbles is the best.

Player: I think this is a job for the Blade of Frontiers, don't you, Wyll? ['Astarion 1', 'Lae'zel 1', 'Gale 1', 'Shadowheart 1', 'Karlach 2', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minthara 1', 'Minsc 1', 'Halsin 1']

Wyll: I'm no so sure...

Player: Go on, Wyll! ['Astarion 1', 'Lae'zel 1', 'Gale 1', 'Shadowheart 1', 'Wyll 1', 'Karlach 2', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minthara 1', 'Minsc 1', 'Halsin 1']

Wyll: Well - if you insist.

Jaheira

Jaheira: Heh. What? Shut up.

Player: Well, Jaheira? Care to make your debut? ['Lae'zel 1', 'Astarion 1', 'Gale 1', 'Shadowheart 1', 'Wyll 1', 'Karlach 2', 'Minthara 1', 'Minsc 1', 'Halsin 1']

Jaheira: You think I haven't mounted a stage before? Though be warned, clown - if you mean to throw knives, I will throw them back.

Player: All hail the High Harper! ['Astarion 1', 'Lae'zel 1', 'Shadowheart 1', 'Gale 1', 'Wyll 1', 'Karlach 1', 'Jaheira -1', 'Minthara 1', 'Minsc 1', 'Halsin 1']

Jaheira: You understand the nature of a secret organisation, yes?

Minsc

Minsc: Heh. HEH. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Player: Minsc would be honoured. ['Astarion 2', 'Gale 1', 'Shadowheart 1', 'Lae'zel 1', 'Wyll 1', 'Karlach 1', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minthara 1', 'Minsc 1', 'Halsin 1']

Minsc: Honoured is Minsc! But be warned, jester - none may juggle my hamster but me.

Player: Go on, Minsc! ['Astarion 2', 'Lae'zel 1', 'Gale 1', 'Shadowheart 1', 'Wyll 1', 'Karlach 1', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minthara 1', 'Halsin 1']

Minsc: On closer inspection, Boo, this clown does not much look like the jolly sort...

Minthara

Nightwarden Minthara: Just give the word, and I will kill the clown. We would be praised as heroes.

Player: My good friend Minthara is the funniest person I know. ['Lae'zel 1', 'Astarion 1', 'Gale 1', 'Shadowheart 1', 'Wyll 1', 'Karlach 1', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minsc 1', 'Minthara -1', 'Halsin 1']

Nightwarden Minthara: Am I indeed? Perhaps I will tell my favourite joke. It is about you, bleeding to death.

Player: Go, Minthara! Tell the one about the man who married a drider! ['Astarion 1', 'Gale 1', 'Shadowheart 1', 'Wyll 1', 'Lae'zel 1', 'Karlach 1', 'Jaheira 1', 'Minthara 1', 'Minsc 1', 'Halsin 1']

Nightwarden Minthara: It was a beautiful webbing.

[djarincore]

Down by the River pt. 2

SUMMARY: Wyll accidentally finds you bathing in the river.

PAIRING: Wyll x reader

WORD COUNT: 1k

TAGS: slight hurt/comfort, fluff, nudity

A/N: another version of this fic but with Wyll I just love this trope sm I wanted to write it again LMAO

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The horns on Wyll's head weighed him down—both metaphorically and literally. The new, extra weight to balance made him uneasy on his legs, which earned him extra cuts and bruises in battle, as well as a singed ego.

He was only as good as his blade. And what good was The Blade of Frontiers if he couldn't even use his blade? Who could he protect if he was stumbling around and people feared his new appearance?

The sun had set long ago and his fellow companions were readying themselves for bed. It was the perfect time to slip away and lament over his new appearance in solitude.

He wandered through the forest aimlessly, ignoring how late the hour was getting. His path eventually led him towards the river where the sounds of water could wash away his thoughts.

Unfortunately for him, the time for quiet respite would have to wait.

As soon as he reached the river, he locked eyes with you, chest-deep in the water. Your eyes widened, but you remained frozen.

“Gods, I'm sorry,” he apologized, averting his gaze to the ground. “I didn't mean to disturb you.”

He didn't expect to see you here. Last he saw you, you were exchanging recipe ideas with Gale by the campfire. He hadn't realized he was gone from camp for so long.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You didn't disturb me. I was just taking a dip—care to join?”

It certainly was tempting. Especially when the offer came from you.

“I won't bite,” you teased, smiling to show off your non-pointed teeth.

“No, unfortunately, that's Astarion’s job.”

The two of you shared a sly smile. Teasing the vampire spawn happened to be a favorite pastime the two of you shared.

Of course, it was all fun and games. Astarion would always come up with a quick quip to shut the two of you right up, something about how the two of you should put your mouths to better use on each other. That little comment always worked, sending you and Wyll in opposite directions to pretend to scout for supplies.

“So, are you coming in or are you going to leave poor, defenseless me here all alone?” You pouted, pressing both hands over your heart. Though you pretended to look like an innocent maiden, he knew your fighting prowess was a match for him. You could easily fend off whatever malice lurked in the forest, but he would play along.

“How can I say no when you put it like that?”

With a beaming smile, you covered your eyes but left a small sliver between your fingers open.

Wyll wouldn’t say he was a shy man, but to have you watching him made the moment feel too intimate. All at once he could feel his shirt brush over every ridge along his back as he lifted it over his head. And he was keenly aware of the fabric catching on his horns.

“What’s wrong?” Your hand had gone below the water again. Any amusement is replaced with concern.

He was aware of so much wrong with his new body that he failed to realize he was frowning. He tossed his shirt on a rock at the water's edge.

“It's just… me,” he said, like it was something so obvious. He looked like a monster—a devil. You and all your companions had to see it too.

Your brows furrowed and you reached out a hand above the water, droplets fell from your fingertips as you beckoned. “Come here.”

“I-” He swallowed. “Can you turn around?”

You nodded and turned, waiting for his okay. He shed the last of his clothing, leaving it all in a neat pile where his shirt was. He slipped into the river soon after, taking in a sharp breath when the cold waters bit his skin.

He wadded behind you. The water reached just below his pectorals.

“You can turn around now,” he said. He almost wanted to hold his breath. He felt more vulnerable now more than ever. So close to you and completely bare.

You turned and moved closer, hoping to catch his eye. “You know I don't see you any differently.”

He laughed bitterly, turning his head down. His reflection rippled in the water, obscuring any clear reflection. He was glad—he was afraid of seeing the devil looking back.

“I'm serious.” Your hand moved to cradle his jaw, tilting his head up. His eyes were still downcast, sullen, lost in his murky reflection. “Have I ever lied to you?”

“No, but-”

He just couldn't see it anymore—the hero he was, was now just a devil in the reflection.

“Can I kiss you?”

His gaze finally snapped up to yours, mouth falling agape. You wore a cheeky smile.

“A kiss? I-” He felt his cheeks begin to warm. “You want to kiss me?”

“Yes, I have for a while now,” you confessed.

His heart was beating wildly because he felt the exact same, if he was being honest.

The slight nod from his was all it took for you to lean in and meet his lips. He could taste the sweet mead from dinner still lingering on your lips.

“Oh, finally,” an exasperated voice spoke from the bushes.

You both jumped away from the kiss and looked to find Astarion pushing aside some foliage to step out into the clearing.

“What in the Hells are you doing here?” Wyll demanded.

“Looking for a snack, of course. I guess I ended up following the scent of two lovebirds instead.” His signature smirk pulling across his pale face.

“Oh, piss off, Astarion.” You rolled your eyes and splashed some water in his direction. There was no need to be embarrassed by his comments now that the two of you knew your feelings for one another.

The vampire turned with a haughty laugh and called over his shoulder, “Don't stay out too late, lovers, or I'll be telling everyone why the two of you are exhausted in the morning.”

When Astarion disappeared into the brush, you smirked. “Is it too late to stake him?”

“I think I saw a few decently sized pieces of wood on my way here.”

“Lead the way.”

[merrinla]

Does anyone remember scenes with demons in Dragon Age? When you meet them in the Fade and they try to subdue you with illusions and moral tricks. It seems something like this was planned for the finale of BG3.

In the dialog files there are drafts of illusions that Netherbrain used against your companions. But apparently this idea was abandoned at an early stage. Illusions are not written for all companions and there is only a brief description in the files.

With the players being so close to the Netherbrain, they start to see things that shouldn't exist around them. The Netherbrain attempts to get under the skin of the player characters, digging into their weaknesses, failures, and insecurities.

Atarion |Just leave me alone, please, I beg you. No more!.| |Why will no one let me be! I can't, no more!.| Elder Brain: |Always vulnrable... ..always bent to the will of others... Pathetic| |No no no NO!|

Gale |At the precipice of the end. We have front row seats at least.| Narrator: |Gale's chest begins to glow.| |See you on the other side.| Elder Brain: |three... TWO ...one...|

Halsin |Everything...burning. Life is but meaningless...hopeless...| |There's no point to any of this. Let is all burn, burn, burn, burn...| Elder Brain: |All consuming... PERFECTION ...perfect design...|

Lae'zel |I try and try. Nothing. I failed everyone, to be casted out.| |I should just succumb to this tadpole. I am worthless.| Elder Brain: |the right choice... THE ONLY CHOICE ...listen...|

Shadowheart |I'm so sorry, so sorry...| Elder Brain: |haha... HA... ..pathetic... HAHAH| Narrator: |A figure that looks a lot like Shadowheart is knelt over and sofly crying, holding something close to her chest.| Narrator: |She turns her attention towards you, now in clear view of the object in her hand. The head of her father lost in a vacant gaze.| Elder Brain: |lost to shadow... ..WEAK... BETRAYER!| |She returns to looking at the head, gently brushing her fingers upon its cheek.|

Wyll |When will this nightmare end.| Narrator: |Piles of dead Tiefling children lay round this phantom Wyll's feet. His face is draped in misery.| |I was supposed to be a hero. Blade of Frontiers, what a farce.| Elder Brain: |...Heroes... Aspirational... ...Pointless...| |I should be damned to the hells. No more of this.|

[shadowshrike]

Astarion on Halsin Leaving

I can't stop thinking about Astarion's lines when Halsin chooses to leave your party, so have a fun mini-analysis. Note that this text is pulled via datamining because I don't have all the appropriate saves atm. Since the context of your personal story is everything in this game and can wildly change how lines come across, please take my thoughts here as a fun exercise with the text and nothing more.

I think the things that are needed to fully understand where my head is at regarding his lines are two fold:

1. How Astarion talks about other companions leaving

Shadowheart and Wyll can both also leave in Act 2. His responses are as follows.

Astarion: I don't see what Shadowheart got so upset about - it was not that nice of a temple.

For Shadowheart he gently deflects the crux of the matter. This isn't surprising because he is a master of minimizing other people's grievances when he thinks they're legitimate but inconvenient. Otherwise, he responds fairly mildly.

Astarion: So, that's how the legend ends. The Blade of Frontiers, cast down to the Hells. Hardly a fitting ending. But so few are.

Unlike Shadowheart, Wyll is forced to leave by being dragged to the hells. There's no justification he needs to rebuff for Wyll leaving the party's side, so instead, he uses it to double down on his philosophy that 'nice guys finish last and the world is a dangerous and horrible place.' Which, ironically, is not entirely unreasonable given the circumstances.

2. How other companions talk about Halsin leaving

The Good companions don't blame Halsin for leaving. Wyll even blames himself for not doing enough. Karlach also regrets the loss of another strong person around, reminding us once again that Halsin is physically imposing in the narrative, even if the stats say otherwise because of how D&D balance works.

Gale: Druids will always follow nature's purpose over any mortal threat. Halsin goes where he is needed, as must we.

Jaheira: Halsin long urged the Harpers not to abandon this land to the curse. I cannot blame him, for being unable to bear it a second time.

Wyll: I can't blame Halsin for leaving. We could have, should have, done more for him and for the cursed lands. They may never again feel the breathe of life on them. What a shame.

Karlach: Pity about Halsin. I was getting used to having an extra Strong around. He smelled nice, too. Like outside.

(Fun fact regarding Karlch's comment: Astarion has a line where he refers to Halsin as "musky bear-fellow" - musky is also the word used to describe the attractive smell of corpse flowers - and Halsin's underwear smells like an herb garden according to its flavor text. Apparently, the guy canonically smells really good?)

Even Shar Path Shadowheart expresses regret in losing Halsin. Not because she wants to end the Shadow Curse, but because Halsin's nice to look at.

Shadowheart: This land remains cloaked by Lady Shar's power - good. A shame it cost us Halsin as a travelling companion though. He may have been misguided, but I liked looking at him.

That brings us to...

Astarion's tantrum over Halsin leaving

Go ahead and listen to it yourself first, and then I'll dive into both lines.

Astarion: Just like that hulking bear to stomp off in a huff. I swear, druids care more about the plants of this land than the people.

"Just like that hulking bear to stomp off in a huff."

This first statement is not only indignant and deflecting, it's so factually false that it's laughable. Halsin is always calm and regretful when staying behind no matter how you treat him.

Player: You have to come - I need you. Halsin: This place needs me. I wish it were different - I truly do. As long as the curse remains, so must I.

Player: Do as you wish. Halsin: This isn't what I wish. It's simply the way it has to be - I'm sorry.

Player: The shadow curse was always your burden - not mine. Halsin: Yes, and so it must remain. I wish you success on your path. Had things been different, I might have walked it with you.

Player: Perhaps we can still do something to lift the curse. Halsin: No. If you linger, you'll only jeopardise your own mission. This is my burden alone now until either the curse is lifted, or I breathe my last.

Halsin is renowned for letting people treat him horribly and taking it on the chin. Him pushing back is usually related to calmly setting boundaries or expectations. The only times I can think of offhand where he raises his voice in anger is with Kagha, if you interfere with the portal, and briefly after certain parts of the Evil companion routes, though not as intensely (I might do a write-up on that later because his reactions are interesting). He certainly never "stomp[s] off in a huff", and he's not doing it now either.

However, the way this is worded gives me pause. Because "just like [him]" said so angrily gives the impression that Halsin has reacted this way to Astarion before. Given Astarion's habit of rewriting exactly how events went down to absolve himself of accountability, it makes me wonder if Astarion's tried to get a rise out of Halsin in camp and been shut down. Since Halsin is the only Good companion at that point who is also old and worldly enough to not get flustered by Astarion's cruelty, mind games, and flirting, it wouldn't surprise me if Astarion has built up resentment. Halsin refuses to be manipulated or confirm Astarion's cynical worldview, and Astarion isn't ready to consider changing his mind with Cazador on the horizon.

"I swear, druids care more about the plants of this land than the people."

This is, again, a false statement wrapped in a little more truth than the first. Druids are indeed infamous for putting nature above humans (see: Shadow Druids), and Halsin talks a big game about Balance and Nature. However, Halsin is probably the most people-oriented traditional druid we see in the game, going so far as to cause chaos in his grove by aggressively taking in refugees and personally traveling with an undead and servant of Shar because they need help. He chooses people over Silvanus' classic teachings so often that it's fascinating.

That aside, given what the shadow-cursed lands are doing to anyone on the way to Baldur's Gate, choosing to stay and attempt to lift the curse is hardly serving plants over people - the Absolute and the Shadow Curse are both significant threats to people. What Halsin is doing, however, is prioritizing his own problems over those of Astarion. He's setting aside the tadpole cause, not because he's selfish or duplicitous, but because he's not willing to abandon the other people he swore to help a century ago and has obsessed over ever since.

Some fun implications

Given all this information, there are many interesting ways to read Astarion's language beyond a surface "he hates Halsin and/or druids" level (gotta love his charlatan background making almost every line capable of ambiguity). Some personal favorite interpretations of his feelings:

Begrudging affection towards Halsin. Astarion has no reason to get so angry and make such absurd statements if he didn't want Halsin to stay. He certainly didn't make such a big fuss about other companions. However, since Astarion isn't in an emotional place to be able to consider Halsin's worldview seriously now that he's staring down Cazador, that admiration gets bungled into a "well screw you, I didn't like you anyway" attitude, much like how he handles some partner breakups.

Resentment and fear of being left behind or rejected. Astarion is selfish. He's been fairly consistent that he doesn't want to help others, but he also hates when no one helps him. That self-fulfilling prophecy is a rather large part of how he moves through (un)life and can easily continue through Act III depending on whether your dialog choices give him an opportunity to express it. Seeing a good person that he truly believes is good choosing something else over him makes the 'truth' of this cynical, self-centered worldview sting harder, especially as he is at his most vulnerable heading into Baldur's Gate.

Guilt for not doing more. Halsin has been clear about his priorities from the start. He's one of the most straightforward, reasonable communicators in the whole game. That means Astarion knew he would leave if the Shadow Curse wasn't lifted, especially since Halsin doesn't have a tadpole and, therefore, has no reason to risk his life for them. Since Astarion is almost universally unwilling to take blame for his own actions or inactions, he's trying to push the responsibility onto Halsin by painting him as unreasonable for following through on his stated priorities rather than let himself feel bad about not helping Halsin.

I'm sure there are even more readings you can think of, too. Hats off to this hidden bit of dialogue, the incredible delivery, and how much depth it brings to a relationship which is easy to ignore.

[lucrezianoin]

Wyll and Astarion banter (2/2)

Collection of banter between Wyll and Astarion (you can find part 1 here). In case I will add more in the future I will use the tag "wyllstarion banter".

This one has a lot of dialogues I literally never heard of, so I wonder if some of them are not in game anymore (tho they are act 3 specific).

Astarion: I hardly saw you at the party. Did the honest and true Blade sneak off for a little fun? Wyll: No! Nothing like that at all. Astarion: Oh, but you protest too much. Now I know you were practicing your swordplay.

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Wyll: Ah - the memories. The Blushing Mermaid's where fifteen-year-old Wyll snuck his first kiss. Astarion: You didn't kiss anyone until you were fifteen? Gods, what a tragic, sheltered life... Wyll: Sheltered? Not at all. I was exposed to all manner of riot and revelry. Hells, my father even urged me on once or twice. But I've always been a bit old-fashioned on these matters. I find more pleasure in a courtly dance than a loveless fling.

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Astarion: I lived two centuries in this city, but it can still surprise me. Wyll: Baldur's Gate harbours many a secret. Even the longest-lived explorers have yet to uncover them all. Speaking of - what were you getting up to all those years? Astarion: Let's not get into details. If Baldur's Gate can have its secrets, so can I.

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Wyll: Astarion, I was wrong about you. Truly wrong about you. Astarion: Let me guess - you thought I'd suck blood, but actually I just suck? Was that your witty jab? (devnote: a little tired of Wyll's bullshit) Wyll: No, I mean it. There's little between us we share. But you've fallen in love and stood by your lover. That is something this dreamer's heart can appreciate.

(this is a spawn astarion romanced dialogue)

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(more under cut)

Astarion: Well, it's no Baldur's Gate, but at least it's some kind of civilisation. Wyll: I do miss the Gate, though. The Elfsong Tavern! Sunset over Grey Harbour! Fried fish at the docks! Astarion: Drunk young patriars, naked in the fountains! Ah, civilisation... (note: whistfully)

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Wyll: Finally, we're approaching Moonrise Towers. Astarion: Nothing escapes the Blade of Frontiers' keen senses, I see. Wyll: Mock me all you want, Astarion. We could use a little comic relief. Astarion: Yes, that's why I'm mocking you - to keep our spirits up. No other reason...

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Astarion: You know, I've never seen this place in the daylight before. Wyll: I always loved this park. Spent a lot of time here as a boy battling imaginary monsters. Astarion: Oh, I was going to say it looks wretched. The dark hid all the kitschy details.

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Wyll: Astarion, I just want to say - I judged you wrongly. I'm sorry. Astarion: Really? And how - specifically - have you misjudged my fine character? Wyll: You aren't actually insufferably randy. You're just insufferable.

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Astarion: Marriage, Wyll? I thought you'd have learned not to get trapped by devious contracts. Wyll: I was planning to invite you to the ceremony, but I'm having second thoughts. Astarion: I'd love to come! As long as I can sit with someone fun. Mizora, perhaps?

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Wyll: I'd watch yourself, my friend. I don't know if our pale rogue has anything good in his heart, or even a scrap of it left for you. Astarion: Excuse me? That's just mean - we're all adults here. Wyll: Your heart's cold as ice, Astarion. I'm just making sure no one slips and gets hurt.

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Wyll: As much love as I hold for Baldur's Gate, these frontiers delight me as much as any bustling street. Astarion: You can't be serious? This is a howling wasteland! I haven't even had a bath since the abduction. I must reek of ilithid slime. Wyll: Sure, but think of the stories you'll be able to tell.

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Shadowheart: So. A vampire spawn and a monster hunter in the same group. We're not going to have trouble, are we? Astarion: Excuse me? Since this tadpole, I'm barely a monster at all. I just want to survive, same as you. Wyll: I don't see a problem, as long as mister fang there keeps his appetite in check.

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Astarion: A question for our master monster hunter: how would you approach killing a vampire? Wyll (he knows Astarion is a vampire): A full-on vamp, you mean? Lure it into the sun, drive a stake through its heart. And that's not the end of it. The suckers are wily. No offence. Astarion: None taken. Wiliness keeps me alive. More or less.

Wyll (he doesn't know Astarion is a vampire): To start? Lure it into the sun, drive a stake through its heart. Why? Astarion: Just curious.

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(this is about the Moonrise Oubliette)

Astarion: Admittedly, I don't care for most people, but this is a terrible waste. (note: referring to all the wasted blood) Wyll: Because their lives were cut brutally short, you mean. Astarion: I - ... yes, that. That's clearly what I was referring to. (note: pretending he wasn't referring to all the wasted blood)

[witchysfics]

Hey! I loved your fic a lot, thank u for adding some fluff to his romance <3

You mentioned the requests are possible, what about Gale and Tav spending one of their nights in town? Maybe cafe, tavern or restaurant? Or just a slow walking promenade through the alleys? Or slow dancing somewhere near musicians? Whatever inspires you the most :D

Thanks!

author's note : Thank you so much for requesting!! I will be finishing up other requests and finishing my rules soon. Feel free to keep requesting for now! I love all your ideas!! this is not proofread and may have many mistakes. It was soooo late when I was writing this. enjoy <3

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The party had stopped at a quaint little town for the evening. You had practically begged to rest here. Why be outside in the cold dark night when you all could cozy up a fire and warm up to a little a drink. It would be great!

And you were right. The tiny town was filled with happy families, couples strolling along and a quaint tavern, perfect for your traveling party.

As the sun disappeared behind the horizon and night filled the air the town grew even more bustling.

Now the patrons of the tavern sat outside nursing their drinks and watching the locals dance to the music.

The party had settled on some outdoor seating as well, Karalach and Wyll loading up on ale, laughing boisterously. Astarion hung to the shadows, probably looking for a snack out of one of the clueless town's persons. And you sat with Shadowheart chatting like a couple of gossiping old ladies while Gale sat with you two, listening.

An upbeat song began, drawing your attention to the dancers.

"The aroma of the night is relaxing. It's a nice change of pace isn't it?" Gale asks, turning to you and Shadowheart.

You nod, smiling. You could definitely agree, after the countless battles and hours of exploring the party really needed this off time.

A sudden bump of your table had startled the three of you.

"Op! s-sorry!" A giddy, and possibly drunk, Karlach called as she dragged a nervous Wyll to the dance floor. "I told you Wyll, Blade of Frontiers. You will be bested by me! Karlach! ... uhh The Dancing Demon!"

You and Gale chuckled at their antics while Shadowheart shakes her head, amused.

"How long do you think before Wyll finds competing with Karlach is too hot to handle?" Gale asks jokingly.

You shake your head at that, "Haha, I thought you were a Wizard, not a comedic bard." You quip.

"I can be anything you'd like my dear. Maybe even a proficient dancer?" He look expectantly at you. His delivery is confident but the message in his eyes holds of other, more nervous intension.

You blush slightly at the implication of the statement. Opening your mouth, trying to formulate something to say but nothing comes out.

"I- uh."

"I can't remember the last time I danced." Shadowheart sighs, gazing at the dancers.

You turn to her and fan your heating face. Thankful that she unknowing shifted attention to herself you ask, "Really? Shar doesn't like dancing?" You joke, smiling a little at her.

"I wouldn't say that, its just... I can't remember the last time I danced, because of the...you know" She gestures to her head, "memory spell"

You make a silent 'oh' in realization.

"I'm not too sad about it though, I know I'll get my memories back. And in the mean time," She suddenly stands from her seat, standing in front of you. "I get to make new memories now. Starting with you!" She makes a quick motion for you hands and pulls you up to her.

You let out a surprised yelp as she laughs and she drags you over to dance. You look over your shoulder to Gale, who looks just as surprised but recovers and mouths for you to 'go on it's fine' with a smile. You give a apologetic smile in return.

Shadowheart, still holding your hands, spins the two of you. Dancing in a way that is reminiscent of young school girls. Twirling, spinning, jumping and laughing all the while.

You spot Karlach an Wyll who both shoot you friendly smiles. Wyll's a little more crooked and weary while Karlach gives you two red thumbs up.

Eventually you have traded dance partners as more people join the group. You switch from Shadowheart, to Karlach to Wyll. Even Halsin joins in during a slower song. You danced with strangers too, some old some young. Some flirted with you and some you made a friendly banter. You had noticed Gal tried to slip in a few times only for you or him to snatched up by a different partner. Both of you expressing contrite smiles to one another.

By the time you got back to your table, and Gale the whole town might as well have turned in for the night. The music was slower and the dance floor was lighted by dancing fireflies and the occasional ground lantern.

"Well, it's been a while." He says looking over to you. "You seem very popular."

You sigh falling into the chair, exhasuted. "I'm so sorry!" You exclaim, slumping to your knees and placing one of your hands on his own that sat on his high. "I had meant to answer you question ages ago, but well..." You chuckle, "I just I was preoccupied."

"Oh no my dear, I completely understand. Of course everyone would want to dance with a beautiful individual like yourself."

His voice is smooth, like a stream gliding over flat stones. His face is soft though his tone is flirty.

You gulp and roll your bottom lip between your teeth. You've danced with strangers all night, how could he make just taking to him overwhelming?

"Is something the matter? You seem, stunned." He asks a smug smile spreading across his lips

"Oh! No no. Not at all." You clear your throat. "Sorry I just...." You trail off, unsure of what to say.

"You know," he begins, taking your hand into his. "You never did answer my question. Would you like me to be your dancer?"

You nod breathlessly and he smiles down at you. His eyes filled with an indescribable softness.

He pulls you gentally to the dance floor and a song kicks up as you wrap your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your waist. His chest presses to yours and the warmth from the contact warms the cool air around you. His shoulder is soft as you place your head upon it. Drinking in the smell of his, now clean, robes. They have a hint of petrichor and vanilla, as well as a slight lingering smell of ale. But that is to be expected near a tavern.

The playing song is cheerful, but romantic as it belows out it's slow rhythmed melody.

Gale's eyes haven't left you once since you'd begun dancing. Taking in the view of your eyes as they sparked from the light of firefies.

It's only when he begins speaking are you snapped out of your trance.

"You know, I've been trying to get to dance with you all night. I was almost convinced I wasn't going to just because I couldn't seem to even catch a small moment with you." He chuckles. "But I'm glad I waited. Dancing with you then would have been a privilege but I would have had lost you as soon as I got you. But this, dancing with you, watching your darling face lit up by the stars? This, this is a dream."

Footnote : Thank you so much for requesting! I hope this is sufficient to what you had in mind, this was really fun to write. Had me kicking my own feet. Sorry it took me so long to get to, midterms have been biting my ass. Love ya! - Witchy

[arainaizevran]

That post where you shared what Astarion will say to Origin Karlach about Wyll getting his devilish features made me dig for if he has a line for Origin Wyll... and he does!

Can I just say I'm elated? I literally sent in feedback to Larian a few months ago complaining that there wasn't any reactivity other than with Karlach when Wyll (as an Origin or companion) was transformed, so I'm really happy to see this is coming!!!

I'm really happy about it too! I checked the files again and it looks like everyone else got a new line about it!

Gale (to Avatar Wyll): You look, erm... Well the main thing is, you're alive. Plenty to be grateful for, horns or no horns.

Gale (about Wyll): I can't help feeling Wyll got off lightly. The wrath of the hells is second only [to] the wrath of the heavens. Gale: Having a devil in our camp will certainly make things interesting. Never a dull day, is there?

Lae'zel (to Wyll): The Blade of Frontiers in the guise of a devil. I'd remark on the irony, but I'd hate to waste the breath. Lae'zel: Still - it took guts to defy that petty patron of yours. The Blade's sting is real.

Lae'zel says the same thing to Tav but with 'yours' changed to 'his'.

Shadowheart (to Wyll): I'm sorry that happened to you, Wyll - that bat-winged slattern deserves to meet the business end of a poo-scraper. Shadowheart: But if it's any consolation, the new look is rather rugged...

Shadowheart (about Wyll): I hope Mizora flies into the blades of a windmill for what she did to Wyll... though I must admit the new look is a little dashing...

[kayann9]

Green with Envy

Tav F! X Gale

Just fluff, tiny bit of swearing. No real context for it other than Gale being jealous and angsty for no real reason and I just love Wyll.

It's been while since I've posted anything but I'm trying to get the creativity going again. Thank you if you read it :)

He just had to be a warlock, didn’t he? And not just any warlock either: the intelligent, brave and selfless Blade of Frontiers. 

Gale slumped by the fire as Tav laughed out loud across the cavern.

This was a new feeling for him. This unconscionable ball in his chest that sat alongside the midnight orb, twisting and tangling as though it were a ball of prickling vines, lurched as he observed the pair from across the dry dirt. Wyll had not needed saving as he had. Wyll could use a sword. Wyll did not need to rely on the benevolence of strangers and cook every night in order to make himself somewhat of value.

Gale chopped the onion hard, the bulb flying from the stump as he did.

He knew he was being petulant to some extent. Hells, he even knew that Tav did not think him useless but something about this stranger, this seemingly wonderful man, had shaken his resolve. It had shaken his worth. It had shaken the assumption he had been under that she liked him as more than just a traveling companion. That their shared glances and the insistence that he was always near her was something he had conjured up in his imagination to fill the lonely void he had cultivated over the last year.

Another onion slammed against the floor and the knife stuck in the soft wood.

“Well, I would ask what the onion had done to you, but my powers of observation are good enough to work it out.” Shadowheart leaned against the tree, arms folded, and gaze pointed.

“Actually, the knife is relatively dulled. It is just requiring a little bit more force than the typical.” The lie tumbled from his lips smoothly, but he could tell from the tiniest quirk of her mouth that she did not believe it. “And they are particularly hardy bulbs even with an adequate knife. The stew requires them to be most finely chopped in order to allow the flavour to blend with that of the garlic.”

Shadowheart let out an almost imperceptible splutter. “Of course, do not worry yourself Gale, I shan’t pry any further into your cooking techniques.”

He was grateful to be left alone again. Back to analysing his own ridiculousness. Of course, he was being obvious; he was hardly known for his coyness, yet in this moment he had wished that he was able to hide a little bit more than he usually could. Jealousy was not something he had much experience with. In fact, looking back on his relationship with Mystra, it had been derided as ‘the most mortal of emotions’ and he had managed to escape its clutches for a period of time.

Gale pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.

He allowed the feeling to force its way down into his stomach before trying to put it from his mind completely. He could do it. He could pretend he was free from it. He could pretend that he did not wish he was making her laugh that way and rue the fact that wonderful, likeable Wyll had taken more of her time.

“You are being ridiculous.” Gale muttered at himself before getting back to his food preparation. “Wyll is a kind and most pleasant of a person.”

“I know he is. What is for dinner?”

Gale jumped and the knife slipped in his hand, slicing across his palm. “Oh, by the -”

“Gale. Shit! I am so sorry. I didn’t even see the knife. I am so sorry.” Tav’s panicked lilt was only dwarfed by her actions as she grabbed for a cloth and tried to secure it around the wound on his hand.

Gale hissed. “It is quite alright.” His teeth gritted together in both aggravation at the deep laceration in his flesh and the fact that, once again, he required her help to solve yet another one of his problems. “I am fine. It is just a little cut. It will heal in no time all.”

Tav kept hold of the bloodied hand in the now bloodied cloth. “It was my fault. I crept up on you and I should have thought you would have something sharp. I am truly sorry. Let me help, I will go grab a potion and-”

“Tav, we are not wasting a potion on what is nothing more than a slightly aggressive paper cut.”

She took a step back, eyes widened at the curtness in his tone and he regretted it the moment he saw her eyes widen and her teeth bite the inside of her cheek. His flesh cooled as her hand released his.

“I, well, I at least can Shadowheart take a look at it if not me and I-”

Gale cursed his aggravation. “No, I am sorry. I am not angry. I promise I am not angry. I was a fool for using that tone with you of all people.”

At times, he did wonder why she put up with him and this was one of those times. Still, she smiled. He wondered what he had done to ever be graced by someone as seemingly sweet and patient as her; never demanding of answers, never judgemental.

Slowly, she grabbed his bloody hand. “Can I at least wrap it for you?”

Who was he to actually refuse her?

One look at those eyes and he would do whatever she asked. He sighed and gave her his hand, watching her as she wrapped it tightly in some cloth.

He couldn’t help but wonder when he had become so desperately in need of her; just her tending to a wound sent his brain into overdrive and even though he seemed to be more aware of his shortcomings as of late, he could not help but bask in the tenderness she showed him.

“Good as new.” Her grin lit up her face as she patted the bandaged flesh gingerly. “I am sorry. It was so stupid to startle you while you were preparing food.”

Gale waved it away. “It is not stupid. You are not stupid.”

“I was coming over to ask if you would like to come for a walk around the Grove? There was a cliff side by the beach and I was going to have a look, maybe take in the view?”

The tangled mess in his stomach that he had tried to swat away, unravelled as quickly as it had gotten there, and he could not help the brilliant smile on his face.

“There is nothing I would like more.” He flexed his fingers. “I would offer you my hand but-”

“You have another one, I can always use that.” She chuckled before grabbing the knife and finishing the chopping that she had so crudely interrupted.

[ofstardustanddreaming]

Not sure what your request rules are but I had an idea I wanted to pose to you. Karlach mentions early on she is one of zariel's 'least mutilated' pets. I was thinking imagine if Tav was another of those. There could be many ways how but I was thinking they were given mechanical wings but in the process of adding them their spine was removed and replaced with an infernal one which gives them issues from time to time and pain. It would be so interesting to have this Tav and Karlach on the adventure as both look to find ways to fix it. Perhaps they knew each other in Avernus or perhaps their escapes just lined up.

Hope you enjoyed the idea, I'm sorry if it wasn't to your taste, I'm pretty new to requests.

Oh yeah, this is such a good idea! And this is a perfect way to request, no need to worry :) If you would like to send more in the future, feel free to!

I'm also trying a few new fic layouts right now, so it might be a bit chaotic with the set up as I'm trying to figure out what I like. So please bare with me lol.

part of each other

headcanon summary: up above

content warnings: slight mentions of a rough backstory in avernus. mostly talking about obtaining the mechanical wings and spine, and how it was painful.

fandom: baldur’s gate 3

character: karlach x reader

gender neutral reader

anon request

you guys had initially met when you found her hunched over, looking as if she was in pain. wyll had let you guys in on the slight back story the two had with each other, and if anything it made you perk up. you didn't think you'd encounter someone who had a similar backstory to you, where you were both from avernus. you were shocked yourself you hadn't run into wyll, but you had heard of the blade of frontiers.

upon finding out a bit of what happened with her down in avernus, it made you curious. you had invited her with the group, and was glad that she had agreed to do so. anytime the group was walking along the routes you needed for your end destinations, you tried your best to talk to karlach as much as you could to know more. the strong connection you had found through her was comforting, it made you feel less alone about what you went through.

she was very curious about your story with avernus, wanting to know as much about your story without crossing your boundaries. she was always by your side at camp, when everyone was winding down, wanting to become a closer friend to you because of your similar stories. and how could you say no to her sweet, upbeat nature?

you told her your story about your time in avernus. the searing pain you endured as your spine was removed and quickly replaced with the mechanical spine. you distinctly remember the sound of the grinding joints, your muscles trying to reject the pain it was feeling from an unwanted procedure. the wings were added afterwards, connected at the upper spine and at the halfway point of the wings, pinned to your shoulder blades for better stability.

"my wings don't do much flying, so they feel useless, and they burn at my shoulder blades. the muscles around the spine feels constantly pulled at." you tell her, and she gives you a sympathetic look. the group had taken a small break outside of emerald grove, soaking in a bit of the sun before going onto the next mission.

"they really tried to make us their best warriors. our own autonomy be damned." karlach says, the rage and upset twisting in her words. but she looks towards you with hope. "oh tav, we'll make it through this. there's gotta be way to stop the infernal heat that plagues us."

her earnest hope makes you smile, the warmth behind her optimism making you feel like you stand a chance against this. "yeah, i'm sure we'll find something to help." even if you felt it was a halfhearted saying to her, you hoped that she believed you.

she let you hold onto your cynicism for a little while longer, wanting to give you time to work up to her optimism, knowing it's a hard time. she let you lean on her, when you aimed to do so. the two of you soaked in the moment, happy the both of you had someone to confide in. anytime you needed to lean on someone, you knew you could count on her for that. the both of you had similar body heats, relying on each other for comfort was very much needed.

eventually, the two of you found dammon. he helped you two with the infernal iron, gathering that for the both of you. it gave you the first glimmer of hope in this journey, in terms of your own personal path. sure, you felt and gave hope for the road to baldur's gate and helping the others with their journeys, but for your own self? you thought it was futile. but now it wasn't. you could have your pain lessened.

you and karlach that night shared your thoughts about it. karlach was happy to see your cynicism turned to optimism, happy that you could start to trust that things can work out for yourself. because she knew you deserved the happiness.

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

Every time someone says Wyll is "obviously a straight man" an angel loses its wings.

[egooppidum]

With the players being so close to the Netherbrain, they start to see things that shouldn't exist around them. The Netherbrain attempts to get under the skin of the player characters, digging into their weaknesses, failures, and insecurities.

Gale: At the precipice of the end. We have front row seats at least.

Narrator: Gale's chest begins to glow.

Gale: See you on the other side.

Elder Brain: three...

TWO...

one...

Astarion: Just leave me alone, please, I beg you. No more!

Astarion: Why will no one let me be! I can't, no more!

Elder Brain: Always vulnrable...

...always bent to the will of others...

Pathetic

Astarion: No no no NO!

Shadowheart: I'm so sorry, so sorry...

Elder Brain: haha...

HA...

..pathetic...

HAHAH

Narrator: A figure that looks a lot like Shadowheart is knelt over and sofly crying, holding something close to her chest.

Narrator: She turns her attention towards you, now in clear view of the object in her hand. The head of her father lost in a vacant gaze.

Elder Brain: lost to shadow...

...WEAK...

BETRAYER!

Shadowheart: She returns to looking at the head, gently brushing her fingers upon its cheek.

Lae'zel: I try and try. Nothing. I failed everyone, to be casted out.

Lae'zel: I should just succumb to this tadpole. I am worthless.

Elder Brain: the right choice...

THE ONLY CHOICE...

listen...

Wyll: When will this nightmare end.

Narrator: Piles of dead Tiefling children lay round this phantom Wyll's feet. His face is draped in misery.

Wyll: I was supposed to be a hero. Blade of Frontiers, what a farce.

Elder Brain: ...Heroes...

Aspirational...

...Pointless...

Wyll: I should be damned to the hells. No more of this.

Halsin: Everything... burning. Life is but meaningless... hopeless...

Halsin: There's no point to any of this. Let is all burn, burn, burn, burn...

Elder Brain: All consuming...

PERFECTION...

perfect design...

[ravel-puzzlewell]

imagine if writers gave a single fuck about wyll tho. man, there is so much potential. like i think he has THE most interesting and potentially complex setup out of all characters.

like, he's a son of a duke and a legend, a national hero. he was raised on these legends, in a culture of hero worship, and on "principles of valor" that he says his father taught him. of course he grew up wanting to be a hero. no, not just wanting, EXPECTING it. he jumped into water on his birthday bc he thought he saw a mermaid. he saw himself as the Main Character of a story, probably not even as much in a hubris way, but in a "this is very minimum i HAVE to be to live up to my distant father's legacy". but also OF COURSE he's also deep down scared he that isn't good enough to live up to this legacy. he knows he's not perfect. what if he won't be strong enough? he learns to show this bravado of a golden child, of obvious hero in the making, masking his insecurities.

and then he receives a dream and literal hero's call to action. of course he listens. this is just like the stories. btw i have to admit i disagree completely with game's framing of his decision as actually the only way to save the city. he was left in charge of the entire military forces! He could have just. NOT go alone, and a squadron of flaming fists would have steamrolled these like 20 cultists. imagine if you heard that head of military of your country received anonymous call and actually went alone to the meeting. it's a very bad tactical decision.

this is not an attack on wyll, btw, he was a literal child primed to be a hero. this should have been critique of his father, who raised him in this way and then left 17 yo in charge of city's defenses, AND of the entire culture of hero worship. wyll wasn't ready to be a leader who thinks in terms of resources he has, he was not raised for this. he was a kid under the weight of expectations who thought being a hero is THE only correct way and that being a martyr is what a hero should choose. he NEEDED to become a hero, but didn't have enough power, and so when the way to obtain that power was given to them that he could frame as martyring himself, of course he took it. this was not his fault, but its a tragedy bc this was always going to end like this. the deal with the devil is just the most blatant metaphor for making bargains with consciousness bc you think you can do more good with the power and this is the only way, bc you're not strong enough by yourself.

also, in this hypothetical rewrite since duke ravenguard is supposed to be like. an actually good person whos distant, but loving of his child, and not a convenient cardboard cutout, he doesn't throw wyll out. he listens to him. he realizes this tragedy and takes responsibility for his own part in it. he says i'm sorry i failed you, my son. but wyll cannot be an heir anymore, not under the infernal thumb. he's removed from his position. and he can't take it! first of all, he can't agree with his father that he made a wrong choice as a leader. he sacrificed himself! thats what heroes do! and his father didn't fail, this is all mizora's fault! and now he has to endure the humiliation of nobles gossiping and snickering, speculating what the golden child did that was so bad for his father to remove him from flaming fists leadership? it's unbearable. so he runs away by himself.

he constructs this persona of Blade of the Frontiers, this folksy hero, hides his infernal contract. He believes he was right and he believes this is part of a story. He will become famous as his own hero, not under his father's shadow, and he will find a way to break contract, and then he will return to his home, triumphant, and his father will realize he was wrong and be finally proud of wyll. All of misery, fear, loneliness, humiliation, anxiety, terrible shit mizora inflicts on him will be worth it as long as Blade of the Frontiers remains a perfect image, and so he hides all of this. He dissociates. He is literally processing his life in terms of the Blade of the Frontiers' narrative, first thing he thinks is how he will frame\describe things for his books.

and then mizora turns him into a devil. this throws him into crisis, bc his perfect image of Blade of the Frontiers is threatened, he can't spin it into existing narrative, everything he went through will be for nothing!

when mizora offers him a second deal, one of the clauses is turning back to human. he can go back. he can be a perfect hero, Blade of the Frontiers once again, and no one will know his shame, and he will save his father and his father will be proud of him, and he can feel pained pride at being a martyr, at giving a sacrifice once again AND validated that his choice was right. he keeps playing a vigilante, larping as princess bride's westley and writing books about the manicured, idolized version of himself, while behind the scenes sliding more and more into corruption, making deals with consciousness that its fine to do things mizora asks, which keep getting worse and worse, little by little, because heroic deeds he'll do with gained power will outweigh it.

OR he can go through painful realization that living like a hero in a story does NOT mean making best choices. that he was not ready to be in charge of the city years ago. that whats important is achieving the goal, not being a saviour, and that he can ask others for help. he had flaming fists before. he has a party of manchkins who steamrolled several god's chosen now. he might not be powerful enough by himself, but he has resources. he doesn't need to sacrifice himself for that strength. he refuses the deal and saves his father by himself, still looking like a devil. the perfect image of a folksy hero is no longer salvageable, but he doesn't need it anymore. he learns to live with the consequences and stop hiding his scars, and he steps back to his place as the duke's heir, not just a hero, but as a leader first.

[mushroomsandmolly]

@@MAJOR ENDGAME SPOILERS@@

And just like that The Netherbrain is defeated and baulders gate is saved, The grand design is no longer a threat. 🌙💜

Lae'zel disappears into the stars like a metor into the night, atop her new red dragon gifted to her by Orpheus. 💫🌟💚

Astarian retreats back to cazadors palace, no longer afraid of the sun or the hunger that plagued him for 200 years, he now leads from a throne of his own an ascended vampire. ☠❤

Halsin settles down into a quiet life with thanial and Oliver and a hoard of orphans in the previously known shadow lands, he shares bedtime stories of the heros of baulders gate to the kids. 🤎🐻

Minsc an enemy and a friend to the Guild led by nine fingers Keene keeps people from desecration the site of the battle for baulders gate along with his maybe willing sidekick Happy 🐹🧡

Jahera had thought about staying in baulders gate but her children had decided to forge they're own ways and is now deciding if she wants to adventure some more 💚🐈‍⬛

Shadowheart has found a meadow nearby, no longer worshipping Shar but still dealing with the mark from her former goddess Shar. She has her parents back, a home and a ton of animals including an owl Bear. She's happy 🖤🐑

Karlach almost burned out before deciding to go back to avernus with wyll the blade of avernus, they've possibly found a way to fix her engine, she still thinks of the days laying in the soft grass. Free of avernus but she has wyll by her side until she can do it all again. (I can't let her die I'm sorry) 🥰💖

Wyll no longer the blade of frontiers but just as brave as he once was, he's in enternal debt to mizora in exchange for his father's safety, it may not be what he thought he'd be doing but he's glad to be by karlachs side. ❣💥

Minthara has began back in the underdark, beginning a rebellion against Loth her former Goddess, she has already found a sizeable following. She plans to retake her family home .💢💅

Lavellen and Gale

Gale returned the crown of Karnes to Mystra in exchange she's cured Gale of the Karses weave in his chest, he's free finally, after returning to waterdeep with his wife Lavellen he introduced her to his family the first Mrs dekarios and Tara (HC)lavellen also met his father later in time at a peaceful cemetery in the country side. Lavellen and Gale were married on his towers balcony in the wizard/Sorcerer fashion and have had a little baby girl a half elf named Ivy. 💜❣💚

I love baulders gate 3 so much, this being my 6th playthrough I thought I'd seen everything but I haven't and I'm sure I'll find more on the 7th one.

[niragisqueenofhearts]

~The Devil's Dog~

Park Jongdu x reader

warnings: Darkfic, nsfw, mentions of murder, cutting, blood, marking, dubcon/noncon.

Word count: 3355

y'all please bear with me, it's my first fic that I'm posting, sorry if it's not too good like the others but I'm pretty proud of it so, yay!

I hope you enjoy!

Part 2 Part 3

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It was supposed to be a simple job. Get assigned as doctor on the Frontier Wolf, do your job as said nurse to help care of any injuries, arrive in Korea then go back home. It was just supposed to be a simple operation, never did you think in that list that said try and cheat death by surviving a prisoner riot and witness your fellow colleagues be killed. But that's what happened here. And here you are now, covered in blood, cowering in a cabinet, and clasping a knife you managed to sneak away for dear life. You could've sworn your hands were going to fall off with how much they were shaking.

The sounds of screaming, running footsteps and thuds filled your ears as the massacre continued. You could've sworn you drew blood with how hard you were biting your lip to muffle your sobs.  A part of you had wanted to stay behind to protect those you called family, but your instincts took over. You knew you couldn't risk yourself, you had to survive, it may seem selfish and even cruel, but it is how this world works.

Silence began to subside as you heard footsteps slowly exited the room. Your heart could finally rest. A long sigh escaped your mouth as you felt your body relax. The adrenaline from moments ago faded, leaving only numbness to settle deep within your veins. As your head began to feel light you allowed yourself to slump back into the cabinet, not noticing when you fell onto the cold hardwood floor. Your eyes began fluttering closed, sleep claiming you soon after.

It wasn't long before someone found you. Your blissful rest was interrupted by a loud stomp. You awoke to see a pair of black boots in front of you. Slowly and hesitantly, you slowly began to look up, slowly taking in the tall and broad demeaner of the person in front of you. Your eyes widened as you recognize the face immediately. Kyu-tae. "Well, well, look who we have here," He greeted you, his face adorned with a smirk. Your fight or flight began to kick in as you frantically began to look around for your knife. "Looking for this?" He chuckled as he waved the blade in front of you. Your heart sank and tears began to stream down your face. This was it. This was the day you die. You frantically began to grovel away from him as he began to walk towards you.

You managed to scramble on your feet and ran to the other side of the counter. "Please Kyu-tae." You sobbed, "You don't need to do this." You shook as he laughed at your words, "God, you've always been such a naive bitch." The room fell silent as he watched your every move, countering it with his own, if you went left, he went right, if you took 3 steps back, he took 3 steps forward. Soon enough he got sick of the mirroring games and pounced onto the counter after you. You screamed as you ran from behind the counter and out the door, he followed behind you in an attempt to lose him, you turned a corner and hoped to god that the exit was nearby. "Please, make it end," You cried as you didn't dare to look behind you.

Unfortunately, this was only the beginning of your nightmare, as you took a wrong turn and stumbled into a hallway filled of the convicts. Your heart nearly stopped as they all locked their eyes on you. Defeat overcame as you heard Kyu-tae approach from behind. You're surrounded, with nowhere to run. "Come now, just be good, we'll make it quick and easy." Kyu-tae cooed. He lunged at you, wrapping his hand around your throat, and pinning you to the wall. "Please Kyu-tae, don't do this." You choked on your words as you sobbed relentlessly, but to no avail. He brought the knife still in his tightened grip back ready to penetrate you. You needed to do something, anything to get you out of this.

"Wait! Please! I can help!" You blurted, another inmate grabs Kyu-tae's arm, "Wait." He spoke. Kyu-Tae released his grip on you, "Help how?" "Your friends in the back, they're injured obviously, I'm a doctor, I can help them." He chuckled "Bullshit, I'm sure we'll do fine on our own." "You guys wouldn't survive the week and that's not regarding the injuries some of you have. Food, water, medical supplies, toiletries." You stated. "It's all pad locked, I know all the codes, you let me live and I'll make sure you all live through this week’s trip." Kyu-tae fell silent as he stood there contemplating. "Let her go," Another man spoke as he emerged from the crowd, "Let her stitch the guys up, open the storage rooms then throw her ass in a corner somewhere." Kyu-tae looked her up and down, "Fine, but we'll be watching you, one slip up and I’ll kill you where you stand."

You nodded in response before he pushes you into the direction of the wounded convicts, "Baek-jae, take her to storage, do not take your eyes off her for a single moment." You watch as the guy with the green shirt approaches you, conveniently he happens to be the one with the biggest gun.  Baekjae grabbed your wrist and began leading you to the storage area, "Just don't cause trouble and you won't have to worry about us." What did you get yourself into...

It was only just 2 days on the ship, but it felt like an eternity. You could hardly sleep, as if sleeping with a bunch of convicts around you wasn't enough to keep your stomach in knot, to add insult to injury your neck was chained to the wall majority of the time when you weren't using the bathroom or stitching a guy up, but hey, at least you're still alive right?

You had just finished eating the food the guys gave you, when you called after one of them, "Excuse me?" No response, "Hello?" Still no response, "Hey I’m talking to you!" You snapped, big mistake. The larger gentleman snaps his neck to glare at you, "What do you want?" He asked, his voice was gruff but low, making you shudder as he stepped closer. "I need the bathroom." You stated as you scooted into the corner trying to create distance between you and him, "Oh? Really? Well, considering how you just spoke to me, do you think you deserve to go to the bathroom?" He asked sarcastically, you gulped at his words, "I'm sorry I spoke to you like that-" "So you agree?" He cuts her off, "You don't deserve to use the bathroom." His tone is more serious than before. You looked around quickly to see the other prisoners looking at you, "Unless you're willing to be especially nice to me to let you use the bathroom?"

He began to palm himself through his orange trousers. You cringed at the sight as you began to feel sick to your stomach, you could almost taste your lunch coming back. Just like that, you decided against asking if you were allowed to use the bathroom anymore. Instead, you looked away from him. He strutted over to you now towering over you, "I believe I asked you a question." He growled lowly, you stayed silent, your mind telling you to just run away from here. "Fine. If that's the way you want to play." He spat as he crouched down to you, beginning to grab at your pants.

You fought back against his grasps as you began to panic, "Stop please!" You cried as you tried to pull yourself away from him. You struggled harder and harder as his hand slipped underneath your shirt. Fortunately, someone spoke, ending the endeavor. “Leave her alone.”  The man attacking you finally got off you, he glared at the more fit man threateningly before continuing walking away. You heaved a sigh of relief as you glanced over to him. "Thank you." You uttered quietly. "I didn't do it for you, I wanted you to shut the fuck up." He huffed before going to walk away, "Hey, I-," He turned on his heels with an annoyed expression on his face, "I still need to use the bathroom." You whispered averting your gaze from his eyes burning holes into you. He sighed before unlocking your chain and pulling you up to your feet, "Come on little puppy." He mocked as he held the loose end of the chain in his fist, ironically like a dog on a leash. "Lead the way."

You sighed in relief as you washed your face in the sink, the cool water refreshing your skin was the closest you got to paradise since you got on this boat. As you exited the bathroom on instinct, you couldn't help but investigate the other room next to it. You froze in place as you saw one of the inmates, pleasuring himself. You couldn't help but gaze at the scene. He looked back at you, catching you staring. You felt your cheeks flush red as he smiled and winked at you, immediately you looked away. He was like something you hadn't seen before. He had tattoos all over him and these piercing, almost demonic eyes just staring into your soul that made your stomach go into knots.

It wasn't long before the man that escorted you to the bathroom came back, "All done little pup?" He grabbed hold of your chain pulling it aggressively before he noticed the man as well. "Ahh, I see, someone wanted to sneak a peek like the dirty girl she is." He laughed; the tattooed man laughed along with him. "Aw stop teasing her Jiseok, she's blushing." They continued to laugh and belittle you. "C'mon Jongdu, I'm just having some fun." He replied, "What? You like him?" You didn't dare to answer back, "How about this, it looks like he's enjoying himself looking at you," He took your face in both of his hands before forcing you to look at the man who continued to please himself, "Why don't you give him a little show huh? Come-" The man begun to rip your black button-down shirt exposing your breasts adorned in a pink lace bra and it wasn't long until he reached for your black jeans. You fought against him as hard as you could. "Let me go!" You screamed as you escaped his grip. The two laugh as you cowered away onto the wall shaking as you clutch yourself. "Let's go, back to your corner." He announces as he grabbed the loose end of the chain, pulling you roughly into his direction and back into your corner.

As usual later that night you couldn't sleep, instead observing the group of serial murderers sleeping like babies. You envied them, how could they have done such horrible crimes yet slept like nothing. You shook your head to clear it of the thoughts and stared aimlessly out of the window, thinking of what was going to happen to you.

"Wakey wakey." Someone spoke making you jump; it was the tattooed man. What was his name again? Jongdu. He approached you with a smile flashing the pearly whites. It was so strange to you, how a smile so gorgeous, made him look so much more sinister.

You grumbled as you glared at him, "Aw what's wrong?" He crouched in front of you, "I can't talk to a friend?" You scoff at him, "We're not friends." You stated before turning your attention back to the window. "Okay," He replied as he unknowingly got closer to you, "Maybe you'd want to be more than friends then?"

He slid his hand into your ripped shirt, the touch of his fingertips made you jump as if a bolt of electricity just went through you. He laughed at your reaction as he slowly ran his hands through your torso leaving trails of fire in their path. You knew the type of man he was, the evil things he had done, but you just couldn't understand why your body was reacting like the way it was. Your breathing got more rapid the more and more he touched you, the warmth radiating off his palms made you shiver violently. Your breathing became more ragged, he continued to trail his fingers down your chest making the tingling sensation worse, by the time he reached your waistband, you were practically panting with each breath, trying to control your body's desire. You refused to believe that you were having feelings like this, especially towards a deranged criminal like him.

You would've scooted away from him if it wasn't for the wall behind you. "Go away. Leave me alone." He chuckled, "Come on, you're going to tell me that you don't want me?" You glared at him with all your strength trying to get rid of your feeling of disgust, "I wouldn't fuck you, if it was life or death." His hands swiftly reached the back of your head, the burning sensation of him gripping your scalp harshly overwhelmed you. You tripped under yourself as he pulled you up to your feet. Once you managed to get your bearings, a sharp blade is brought up your gaze. You freeze instantly once you notice the blade. "Is that a challenge?" He said as he brought the blade to your neck pressing it into the underside of your jaw You whimpered at the pressure of his blade cutting the skin there, drawing blood. He laughed, "So brave and tough until a knife is placed against your skin." His voice was deep. He stared into your eyes with a sense of determination. He saw right through you, no matter how tough you acted or tried to look, he knew you were just like his last 13 victims.

He removed the knife from your neck, using it now to cut every single piece of clothing of you until you were bare, shivering and now teary eyed against the cold bar that held you in place. He stood back up and pressed himself against you, using his thighs to keep your legs separated. The sudden pressure on your clit caused you to squirm causing you to grind onto his leg even more. You pressed your hands against his chest using all the strength you had in you. "Don't fight me." He whispered in your ear while gripping your wrist and pushing it off his chest to hold you back in place. You groaned in frustration as your eyes locked onto the knife now being risen to your chest. He laughed at your struggle "I know you want it; I can smell it on you." He smirked as he pushed the knife closer to your skin, you whimpered as your tears flowed freely down your face feeling the cold, sharp blade graze just above your right breast. He chuckled, "Oh, don't worry puppy, this isn't going to hurt." He whispered as he pressed the knife into the flesh of your chest. You bit down onto your lip to muffle your cries as the pain spread throughout your body. The liquid crimson that spilled from your wound coated the entire right side of your torso as he continued to carve into you.

You stifled a groan as he brought his mouth to your open wound, he begun to lick the wound, drinking the pouring blood. Your body convulsed uncontrollably due to the intense amount of pain, but you couldn't utter a word. His mouth revolved from the wound you'd suffered earlier, to your sensitive buds now erect from the cold night air that brushed against you. He'd suck on them so hard that you weren't even sure whether it was if it was the blood that made them the dark color they were. Your blood stained his lips making the dark substance run down his face and dripping from his chin. "You taste so delicious," He grinned showing his now red teeth. "Better than the others." He purred.

Suddenly he pulled back and placed his bloodied lips onto yours, forcing you into a kiss. Your stomach turned as the heavy metallic taste of iron hit your tongue, yet you caught yourself kissing him back. You managed to snap yourself out of the kiss and pulled away gasping for air, "Jongdu please-" You cried. He merely grinned as he spoke, “Begging for me? God you're so cute." He dropped his trousers revealing his huge member to you. You flinched as he slammed his large organ into your loins. It felt as if he was ripping you in half as he forced you to feel every inch of it. He wrapped your leg around his waist as he gripped onto your thigh pulling you onto him.

Your heart thumped loudly in your ears as you were completely unable to speak or think straight. The mix of pain and pleasure made everything seem blurry. You whimpered under him, the feeling of his member pulsing between your legs sent waves of pleasure through you. You found yourself gripping onto his shirt and pulling him as if he could get any closer. His growls filled your ears as he began thrusting harder against you causing you to moan out in pure agony. He found pleasure in the sounds you made occasionally laughing with joy when you did. He groaned out in pleasure as he felt your walls clench around him. He kept slamming his throbbing member against you, causing you to gasp with every stroke, his hot breath hitting your ear sending shivers down your spine.

This isn't happening, is it? There's no way you're having sex with a serial murderer and liking it! No! That can't possibly be happening! You're dreaming, aren't you? This isn't real... It must be some horrible nightmare! You began to writhe against him, wanting out of his grip, out of this hell hole. He wasn't having any of it, becoming frustrated, he wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you in place as he picked up speed. His hips thrusting into you faster, harder, and stronger, his breathing labored, his arms holding you tighter to him, he was getting close and so were you. You gasped and moaned out in both pain and ecstasy. The intensity of his actions was beginning to take effect and he began shaking with each thrust.

It's just a dream, it’s just a dream. You repeated in your mind as you threw your head back onto the wall behind you, the pleasure now becoming overwhelming you as your orgasm was approaching closer and closer. He grunted loudly as he began to release inside you. You came not too long after, burying your face into his chest to muffle your moan of ecstasy, your heart pounded rapidly in your chest as you took a few deep breaths to try and calm down. You heard him chuckle softly before pulling away from you. You held onto the metal beam to keep your now jello-like legs from stumbling under you. You watched as he picked his pants up from around his ankles, putting them back on. "Glad to see you enjoyed yourself."

"I didn't." You sighed as you looked over at him, his dark brown hair fell messily onto his face with a smirk still plastered across his lips.

"Just be glad you're not dead..." He trailed off as he walked over to a cabinet taking out an orange shirt and pants just like his and throwing it at your feet. "Sleep tight."

You watched as he left the room. Once he was gone, you let go of the beam you were leaning against allowing yourself to collapse onto the floor, slowly you began to slide on the oversized clothing he gave, letting out the occasional whimper or his of pain at the movement. Once you'd fully adjusted to the warm fabric you curled into yourself as sleep began to overtake you.

"It's a dream, just a dream." You whispered to yourself as you drifted off to sleep.