#fall in love with wyll

[fuckitwebhaal]

kyr’s whole bit is that he is the hypocrite. like he tells all of his companions “oh we will defy your fate!! we will find another way” and is meanwhile foreshadowing his own seemingly inevitable demise.

to Gale, Lae’zel, Shadowheart; they need not let gods and masters deign their fates

To Wyll, Karlach, Astarion; you are not monstrous, you are not what others made you to be

But for himself? To stand at the edge of Bhaal’s oblivion? that’s his fate. That’s always going to be his fate. It’s in his blood, it’s inescapable. Oh, he’s the lamb. Oh, he’s the scapegoat. Oh, the gods are bleeding him over Faerûn and he is the one with the knife to his throat.

There’s another way for you. Not for me, gods no, not me. But for YOU.

[box-dwelling]

A thing I've never heard talked about but is so down right poetic as a wyllstarion concept is that the park right outside Cazadors was the one Wyll played in pretending to kill monsters when he was a kid...

[rookdaw]

monster X monster hunter

[voltaical-art]

they gotta stop looking at each other like that, or else they might be in love for real

[elfcollector]

[PERFORMANCE] Twirl about with flair and abandon.

[ohmywyll]

I'm not sure if Astarion is characterized as a possessive, slightly jealous, person in canon but it's fun to think about in a Wyllstarion context.

Leader Wyll who the rest of the companions want to fuck but no, none of them can. Astarion locked eyes on him first. He gets to manipulate him first!

Wyll that likes to freely give anyone casual touch. Sure, didn't bother Astarion at first. But why are you hugging for so long? Why are you trying to hold his waist??? NO YOU CANT HOLD HIS HAND?!?!

Gets mad when people find Wyll attractive. Get even more mad when people don't find Wyll attractive.

Someone "accidently" brushes Wyll's hand, Astarion is in their walls.

Someone tries to touch Wyll's horns, Astarion is sharpening his dagger.

All the horrors he wants to inflict on Mizora once Wyll's out of his contract.

[lesbianwyllravengard]

No but Astarion wanting to be valued for more than sex and seen for something that's not just sex regardless of who romances him and Wyll wanting a chaste and genuine romance with sincere and committed courtship with no sex regardless of who romances him is insaneeeeee. I know everyone's talked about this before but everytime I stop to think about it I lose my mind. They couldn't be more narratively bound I'm clawing at the bars of my cage

[sweetmage]

He is so cute I can't take it 🥺💗

[that-otaku-witch]

Hey there I’m currently working on my first ever artist alley booth for an anime convention next year. I’ve been trying to figure out new things to draw to bring as prints and charms!

I wanna put out some feelers to see how well some ideas are taken here first so lower me know!

• Stan Pines, Ford Pines and Bill Cypher in a bunny suit (examples of bunny boy drawings ive done below)

• Toph x Aang art

• Sokka x Zuko art

• Katara x Zuko art

• love in deep space boys in bunny suits

• fallout 4 romances ties up or in bunny suits

• general gravity falls art

• bg3 romances in bunny suits (… halsin in a bear one)

• dungeon meshi art (I’ve already have drawn laios in a bunny suit)

I’ll also show some of my art below so you all can see my style

Advice and thoughts are very much appreciated!

[constantvariations]

I get why people say Wyll/Karlach is enemies-to-lovers but it's missing too many of its signatures for me to agree

By nature, E-t-L's are slow burn. A good chunk of the story waits for one party to discover they're on the wrong side/both parties to realize they have more in common with each other than their factions, then a whole other chunk is dedicated to them learning how to trust each other. The higher the stakes in the story, the slower the burn

Yet everything between Wyll and Karlach is revealed and resolved in a single conversation. There are no lasting consequences of that initial animosity. Both are too good to hold grudges and all the fault lies firmly in hands not their own. Karlach trusts Wyll instantly and he her. Their friendship is so immediate that it's easy to forget that we met Karlach with the intent to kill her

And then there's the source of their quarrel. Wyll was led to believe Karlach's a devil seeking destruction and Karlach was just trying to go home. The thing that sets them against each other isn't their own beliefs or loyalties or anything deep seated and personal, it's the chain of command, something they're both eager to be rid of by the time we meet them. While it gives them something in common, it leaves them with nothing to unpack or overcome together

Compare that to the king of E-t-L's, Zutara of Avatar the Last Airbender. Zuko spent most of the show's runtime trying to capture the Avatar to guarantee the Fire Nation's total conquest, something Katara wants to prevent at all costs. When the two are stuck together by happenstance, they lash out at each other only to bond over their lost mothers. Then Zuko betrays her, something Katara does not forget and does not forgive until he proves himself much, much later. Afterwards, they support each other, watch over the others together, and make a damn good team against Azula. Perfect, should have been canon, fuck Bryke

Honestly, I think Wyllach is just Faerûn's version of a meet-cute

[oldfriendsseniortwittersanctuary]

You know, Wyll's dad is canonically a single father. It's very heavily implied that Gale's mom is a single mother. There's a sitcom ass plot in here about Morena and Ulder meeting, falling in love, and making their children fucking miserable in the process

[mrs-theirin]

"I see Wyll's caught your eye?" Providence blushes, shying away from Shadowheart. "It's nothing. Besides, don't speak too loudly. I fear Gale will overhear." "Oh!" Astarion chimes in, grinning. "Afraid of a little love triangle, little bard?"

i commissioned the wonderful, the amazing, the stunning, the spectacular @kirnet to draw my beautiful baby bard providence and of course he knocked it out of the fucking park again as usual. please please PLEASE commission mina if you get the chance, she is the coolest person in the world and always delivers

[sorcerous-caress]

this was originally for gale but this already fits wyll sooo

wyll being a prince and only having his maid (the reader) as a friend and slowly falls in love with them and thinking they wouldn’t like him

BUT THEY DO and they have to be the first one to confess bc wyll tried and it completely fumbled

i’m so sorry if this doesn’t make but also i love your writing! thank you!

Heaven was made for two | Wyll

[Fluff, romance, childhood friends, diots in love, confessing, getting together, kissing, prince Wyll au, maid!reader, nb!reader]

[Part of the Wyll's Week event]

The two of you met as children

During a festival, you let go of your father's hand and wandered amidst the crowd.

Going from one shiny thing to the other, you didn't realise how lost you got until it suddenly downed on you when you reached the riverside.

It was devoid of people around, just you and the muffled sound of the festival behind you.

You wanted your father, you felt scared.

And so you sat down, hugging your knees to your chest and closing your eyes before the tears could pour out.

You just wanted to go home.

That's when he first came into your life, a boy your age who sat down in front of you.

He asked what's wrong, how can he help.

You kept your eyes closed as you told him what happened through hiccups.

He told you his name, promising to stay by your side until your father comes.

His name sounded familiar to you.

You opened your eyes, and saw the same boy who was just holding the king's hand during the festival.

Wyll, the royal prince himself, the first heir to the throne.

To your younger self, you didn't know what to do, or how to react even to royalty.

But he didn't seem arrogant, if anything he talked to you like your other friends would, he seemed like a normal kid.

The two of you spent the evening playing on the riverside, chasing each other and rolling on the soft grass below.

By the end of it when the royal guards eventually made their way to you with panicked expressions, they found two children covered in grass and dirt from head to do, giggling as they attempted to imitate the frog on the other side of the river, hopping around.

When the two of you were brought back, you were met with the relieved faces of both your father and the king himself.

And suddenly it downed on you how serious Wyll's position is when the king informed the guard to call off the search, when the festival apparently came to immediate halt the moment Wyll went missing.

You were nervous again, wondering if you're going to get in trouble.

Worse, you saw your father feeling nervous and you felt like crying again as he kneeled down to hug you close.

To your surprise, Wyll was the first to speak up when asked about what happened.

He told them that you were the one to find him on the riverside, that you were the one to wipe away his tears and keep him company.

The king seemed very pleased and your father looked proud, you didn't understand why at the time.

His majesty extended an invitation to the both of you, to spend the rest of the festival together.

And you and Wyll were beyond ecstatic, smiling as you held each other's hands and kept walking around the festival with your parents nearby.

Wyll showed you so many cool things, and in return you introduced him to many of the local shopkeepers and your other friends.

Going back home that day, your father carried you in his arms as you slowly dozed off to sleep.

You made a new friend, you were very happy thay day, even without fully comprehending what it meant that your new friend was a prince.

Your father tried explaining it when you asked, but to your sleepy young mind, only a few words made it through your ears before you fully went to dreamland.

Unaware that this was the last time you or the kingdom as a whole would see Wyll for a long time.

Something was stirring in the castle, everyone was aware of it.

The older you got the more the rumours spread around that the young prince was sent to another kingdom for training.

And when you finally became an adult, the news of the prince's disgrace spread like widefire.

Wyll, the sweet boy you've met on the riverside who held a ladybug ever so gently to not hurt it by accident, made a deal with a devil.

The kingdom's beloved and only prince, exiled from his land.

You couldn't believe it, you desperately wanted the news to be false.

But when the king himself announced the denouncing of his son, you felt your own heart sink.

A kingdom without an heir.

You began helping your father around his job at that age, studying hospitality and caretaking.

The years went by as you made your way through varius jobs, eventually you passed the royal staff recruitments test and secured yourself a good position as a maid in the castle.

Yet something felt weird, the royal staff rarely scouted for more than 10 people per year, even then it was just as replacements for older staff.

And yet they request people in the hundreds, from teachers, trainers, chefs and maids.

Almost as if they were expecting a new addition to the family.

Yet that was impossible, the queen passed away during childbirth, and the king declined any and all attempts at getting him to remarry another, even after Wyll's exile.

You're assigned as a personal made, to attend to someone's needs and make sure they are safe and clean.

Yet no one ever told you who you were exactly assigned to, it was as if everyone in the original staff was in on a big secret that no one else knew.

You're walking alongside the river again, reminiscing on that teary eyed child you used to be, on how far you've come.

How much you've grown since, how your father looks at you with pride.

Some of your friends went away, some stayed close yet drifted apart, and some remained strong as ever by your side and the new friends you've made.

But you can't help and wonder what happened to that little boy you've played tag with, what happened to make him risk his soul just for a devil.

You spot someone on the riverside, a set of horns catches your attention.

They're sitting down on the grass, hugging their knees with their face buried down, only their horns remain visible.

You're reminded of yourself, you decide to become the person you needed most at that time.

You step closer to the man ahead, noticing the lack of tail, not unheard it but certainly unusual for a tiefling.

You're kneeling down in front of him, you ask if he's okay, if there's a way you can help.

A human face lifts to meet you, scaredd and jagged with demonlike features but still clearly human nonetheless.

The person starts a sentence, opens his mouth but suddenly goes speechless as he meets your eyes.

You see recognition in his mismatched eyes, but you don't remember these eyes no matter how mucj you tried.

You focus on the rest of his face, his nose, his lips and the his cheeks.

Like a puzzle the pieces fall into place slowly, despite the demonic appearance wrapping his human features.

But his hand, oh when you look at his hands you're immediately taken back to that one evening as a kid.

You haven't felt fear in so long, but at that momen you're terrifed to your core at this revelation.

"Wyll?"

...

He doesn't reply, he tries but no sound comes out, his lips tremble, there is shame in his glossy eyes.

He wants to hide, to run away.

He wants to go home.

You recognise each and every one of those feelings, read him like an open book.

Pressing his lips into a thin line, he starts to get up, avoiding your eyes.

In a panic you try to stop him, fearing that you'll never see him again, that he will slip through your fingers before you could say hello.

You put all of your weight foraward and tackle him into the grass, a resemblance of a hug as the two of you stumble backwards and fall.

You hold him tight below you, you refuse to let go.

"Wyll please talk to me." You beg, "please tell me you're okay."

He's hesitant but you're patient.

He tells you everything, about Mizora, the deal he made, the contract he almost broke, the friends he has made.

And the bittersweet reunion with his father.

By the end of the story, the two of you are sitting side by side on the edge of the river.

Holding hands.

You stay with him for as long as time allows, even when the sun goes down at the stars glitter through the sky.

He keeps holding your hand, he keeps you close.

The walk to the castle the next morning is a bit awkward after sleeping under the stars all night.

But you lend your shoulder for Wyll to lean on, remind him to hold his head high no matter what looks others might give him.

Only when the two of are in front of the doors to the king's private council, does he let go of your hand.

But he doesn't go in, instead he faces you.

"I haven't forgotten about you, since that day" Wyll confesses, "what I thought of as a mere childhood crush, flourished into something i could've never anticipated. When i met your eyes again, it reignited my soul."

He takes a step closer, "what I'm saying is, you're very dear to me."

You smile, touched at his words, "you're dear to me too Wyll, as your friend I'll always be there for you."

"Ah." Wyll clears his throat, "yes a friend."

He seems embarrassed for some reason that flies over you head, he turns around and goes to knock on the door.

"I'll make sure to drop by afterwards, is your resident still the same?" Changing the subjects, he attempts to make small talk as he waits for the door to open.

"Yeah actually, i live in the castle now, i work here."

Wyll seems pleasantly delighted by this information, but whatever he was going to say gets interrupted as the king himself opens the door.

His majesty doesn't seem surprised in the slightest by Wyll's changed appearance, if anything he smiles warmly as he invites his son inside.

The two of them bid you goodbye for the day, you give a courtsy bow before leaving too.

It turns out the king and the older staff were fully aware of the prince's return, some were kept in the dark about his changed appearance.

It's Wyll who you were assigned as a personal maid to.

Days pass, then weeks and months.

The colours seem brighter, the skies hold twice as many stars and the wind seems like an always pleasent breeze to you.

Serving Wyll felt less like duty and more like spending time with a close friend, the prince was very independent when it came to his own responsibilities and therefore you barely had any remaining tasks to preform.

So most of your time was spent walking besides him and offering help when you can.

Yet you can tell there is something he was keeping from you.

You weren't sure when he got so shy about holding hands or hugging you all of the sudden.

He would do it normally with others, yet with you his nervousness reared its head more often than not.

Truth be told, he probably wasn't the only one hiding a secret.

You couldn't deny the flutter of your hear when you saw him, the bounce on your step whenever you made your way to him chambers at the start of the day.

Your feelings of affection were too strong to deny, you weren't how to approach the subject or even start.

It's not like you can just walk up to him one day and tell him everything?

Or can you?

And that's exactly what you did, out of the blue one day while the two of you were eating breakfast together.

Or well, Wyll insisted on you eating his breakfast with him otherwise he wouldn't eat.

"Oh, by the way your highness, there is something I wanted to tell you about"

"I'm all ears."

"I love you."

It took 5 seconds of silence before he choked on his morning tea, staring at you with wide eyes.

"...surely you don't mean that-"

"I've always loved you, since that day you held my hand." You said with calmness, sipping on your own cup, "I'm not expecting you to return my feelings, I just wanted you to acknowledge them."

In less than a second he has abandoned his seat and is by your side, hugging you close and burying his head in your neck.

"I didn't think...I didn't expect." His voice is shaking, he holds you as if he's afraid to wake up from this dream, as if reality might just crumble around him at any second.

You're patient with him, setting your plate aside as you fully turn around to embrace him.

"I love you" you repeat.

Wyll lifts his head to face you, the happiest you have ever seen him, "I do too, more than life should allow possible, my feelings they are...indescribable."

His lips meet yours, it's short, sweet and tender.

I love you too."

[lucrezianoin]

Astarion telling Wyll he never heard of the Blade of Frontiers (given he was in BG all the time I chose that option) and WYLL ANSWERING WITH THIS

[libartz]

Even though this isn’t quite how it went in my playthrough, Wyll x Durge reminds me of that one DnD comic that ends up like ‘I roll to seduce the orc into changing his ways’ (nat 20) (villain falls madly in love with PC)

Mostly for the part at the end where he brings him home to his parents and says ‘Mum, dad, this is my fiancé, the former Scourge of the North…’

Ulder is going to be so concerned

I feel like with durgegale (or even just illithid tav) there’d be a similar moment with Gale’s mother, but she’d say ‘you know what, as long as my baby boy is happy, I support him’

[forcedhesitation]

Man.

there's just something about the love between a woman whose impending death is inevitable and a man who's an immortal undead...