#mizora x tav

[moonselune]

Mizora x Reader | Flirt.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The Elfson Tavern is buzzing with life tonight, and you find yourself at the center of it all, a drink in hand, surrounded by a crowd of new friends and curious faces. The evening had unfolded with easy laughter and a touch of reckless abandon; it was one of those nights where your worries felt like faraway troubles, and the warmth of the tavern seemed to melt away any need for caution or restraint.

And yet, it seems Mizora has other plans.

She had, you thought, been nothing more than a passing pleasure—someone you’d enjoyed in the way you’d enjoy a rare wine, something heady and intense but ultimately fleeting. She’d seemed satisfied enough by that arrangement too, always aloof, quick with a coy smile or a snide remark before vanishing into thin air. But tonight, there’s an energy about her that surprises you.

She’s watching from the shadows at first, lingering by the door with a glare sharper than any blade, and when she finally approaches, it’s with a determined stride and eyes fixed only on you. Her heels click sharply on the wooden floor, the sound slicing through the laughter and chatter. You assume she's put on her human guise for everyone else to see, her devilish form reserved only for you.

“Having fun, are we?” Her voice is a low, sardonic murmur as she stands before you, gaze icy and arms crossed.

"Always," you reply, flashing her a casual smile as you lean back in your seat, undeterred by her obvious irritation. “Didn’t realize you were keeping tabs.”

Her eyes narrow, and there’s a glint of something—resentment, maybe jealousy?—beneath her icy exterior. She scoffs, though it doesn’t quite mask the tension in her posture.

“There is a city to save, or did you forget?” she says, voice laced with disdain.

You shrug, smirking slightly. “Right now, there’s only one thing I’m interested in saving.” You raise your glass with a faint toast, letting your eyes sweep the now-quiet tavern. "Unless, you are jealous, Mizora?”

She clenches her jaw, her grip tightening around her arms. And then, with a snap of her fingers, the tavern shifts. Every patron, every distant laugh, every clinking glass, vanishes in an instant, leaving only the two of you surrounded by silence and the ghostly remnants of revelry.

“Much better,” she remarks, though her voice trembles slightly with suppressed anger. “Now, go back upstairs and rest, quick-quick. We can’t have our hero too worn out, can we? Wyll's only a pup, after all, we cannot solely rely on him and my benevolent generosity.”

But you merely raise an eyebrow, leaning in with a sly smile. You can see her wings twitching to wrap around you.

“Who’s giving the orders here, Mizora?” you say, voice soft, challenging. “I thought you came for a good time, not to ruin one.”

She stiffens, clearly unaccustomed to being defied. Her eyes flash, that burning ember of control she clings to so tightly flickering, just for a moment, as she tries to gather herself. But you’ve already closed the distance between you, your voice a low, provocative murmur as you run a finger across her sharp jawline, to then brush your hand against her cheek.

Then, with a surge of boldness, you pull her into a deep kiss. It’s a searing, fervent touch, catching her completely off-guard. For a heartbeat, she goes utterly still, hands clinging to your shoulders as if she’s torn between pulling away and giving in. But when you pull back, her face is flushed, her eyes wide and her confidence faltering.

“M-Mind yourself,” she stammers, attempting to recover. “I didn’t come here for this.”

“Oh?” You tilt your head, a soft chuckle escaping as you gaze at her, meeting her flushed cheeks with a faint smile. “Then why did you come, Mizora?”

A flicker of doubt crosses her face, and she averts her gaze, struggling to maintain her usual composure. There’s something vulnerable, almost unguarded, in the way she grips your arms, her claws sinking into your sleeves as if grounding herself.

“You’re so easy, mortal” she mutters, though her voice betrays her. “Just because I humor you once or twice, you think—”

“Don’t lie to yourself, Mizora.” You reach up, tucking a stray lock of her crimson hair behind her ear. “You’re here because you want this.”

Mizora’s eyes glint with a dangerous flicker, her attempt to remain aloof slipping as you brush your fingers along her jaw, pulling her back into your hold. Her composure begins to fracture, and as your lips meet hers again, she melts, her control unraveling beneath the kiss. Her sharp nails press into your arms, her attempts at resistance weakening as she gives way to the passion simmering between you.

As your mouth trails from her lips to her throat, you can feel her breath catch, her frame tense against you before she lets out a quiet, unbidden moan. And just when you feel her giving in entirely, you pull away, stepping back with a smirk as you take in her disheveled appearance: flushed cheeks, parted lips, a look of intense frustration and want in her gaze. Her composed, icy exterior is now thoroughly cracked, her frustration evident in the way she clenches her hands into fists, biting back a snarl.

"Why did you stop?" she snaps, her voice edged with annoyance as she glares at you, her lips still tinged with that reluctant, almost guilty pleasure. “Getting cold feet, mortal?”

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms as you give her an unimpressed once-over.

“If you want more, come here,” you reply calmly, challenging her with an unwavering stare, arms folded as you lean against the bar. Mizora’s jaw tightens at your demand, her wings flaring slightly as she wrestles with the audacity of being ordered around. Her pride wars with her desire, and the anger in her gaze falters, replaced by something darker, almost needy.

For a moment, she seems on the verge of refusing, her lips pressed into a defiant line. But that inner struggle lasts only a moment before she lets out a begrudging, irate huff, taking a step toward you, heels clicking as she closes the distance with a sharp glare.

“You’re insufferable,” she mutters, but there’s no venom in her tone, only the reluctant vulnerability she’s trying so hard to hide.

“Good,” you murmur, pulling her close with a firm grip, letting your fingers slide along the curve of her waist. You press her back against the bar, savoring the way her breath hitches, her usual elegance now a flickering ember in the intensity of the moment. The confidence she usually holds so firmly has slipped, replaced by a begrudging surrender, her sharp nails finding purchase against your back as she lets out a low, breathless sigh.

Your hands explore her with the same deliberate pace, fingertips trailing over the delicate points of her wings, tracing the sharp curve of her horns as she arches into your touch. Her protests melt into the air as your lips find her throat again, tasting the warmth of her skin, drawing out the kind of sigh that she’d likely deny to anyone else. She shifts under you, caught between irritation and desire, muttering insults in a breathy, strained voice as her control continues to slip, each word softened by the needy edge to her tone.

“You think you’re so clever,” she gasps, her voice a defiant whisper, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer, her wings twitching in a last attempt at resistance. "An audacious, insolent—”

But her words dissolve into a moan as your hands move lower, each touch calculated to keep her at the edge, to tease her into letting go of the last shred of her dignity. Her usual snide remarks falter, her scathing tone softening as you press her against the bar, bringing her to the edge of her restraint, making her feel every moment of her own desire. And when you finally close the distance between you, Mizora is forced to admit to herself that, for all her pride, she wants this more than she’d ever admit aloud.

For all her power, her deadly confidence, Mizora shudders beneath you, gasping as you press her into the bar, showing her exactly who’s in control. The air between you is charged, and she has no choice but to submit, even if only for a moment. With each touch, each kiss, you leave her less composed, less certain, and when she finally gasps your name, it’s almost a plea, her voice heavy with need.

You smile against her lips, your own satisfaction mingling with the thrill of seeing her pride reduced to this—reduced to the very pleasure she’s been so determined to deny. And as you pull back to meet her eyes, the flicker of surrender in her gaze is unmistakable. For tonight, at least, she is no longer the proud haughty cambion, but a quivering mess beneath you. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

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She's here ladies, gaydies and theydies; just a little snippet to keep y'all fed. And I had a Mizora brainworm that was just taking over my life. Hope you guys enjoyed it and I may do more of these spontaneously but I will not be taking any Mizora requests until the inbox is open - Seluney xox

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[whenthesummersgone]

[archmageell]

We had a deal, Wyll. But Karlach's still breathing.

[aenvittorielle]

Mizora moment ❤️‍🔥

[iamtheholyghost]

Can someone write a filthy fic involving Mizora and F!Vampire!tav/reader please? like I need it so bad.

Her sarcastic dry comments about how reader being a vampire is nothing compared to her being a cambion but really, she's super into it and wants you both to indulge 👀👀

[shockfirefly]

So, I see we have a Mizora x Tav fanfic shortage 👀

Just recently started playing bg3 and it didnt disappoint but I KINDA WANNA ROMANCE THAT MIZORA DEVIL BECAUSE I FOLD EASILY

[kittenhawkk]

"I'm here for a good time, not a long time" - Jeanie (probably)

[dontsh0vethesun]

baldur's gate iii masterlist

shadowheart

jaheira

[edenza]

Ehloria and Mizora scene

[clairevoyant813]

hey has any1 written any mizora x tav x raphael fics... if so, i wanna see them for...research. if not, ill do it myself ! maybe !

[archmageell]

"I'm going to show you the true wages of your sins."

[shewolfofvilnius]

PSA: Know how Mizora sticks around your Act 3 camp and refuses to leave? Know how Mizora tries to get Wyll's dad blown to bits by spiders if you refuse Wyll's contract extension? Know how she's ruined Wyll's life for 7 years and been a pain for Karlach and for everyone else too?

Flesh to Stone. Sticks even through teleport, and if she fails all three CON saves, it is PERMANENT unless you use Basilisk Oil on her.

This way she can never hurt anyone else again (at least for a while) NOR can ruin the next few months for my fiancé Wyll and I.

Enjoy being a permanent fixture of the Elfsong Tavern, arsehole. Can't KILL her, but technically this doesn't qualify as harm. :)

(edit 2: Love that this is my most popular thing. Still works as of Hotfix 19. Please NEVER remove this Larian)

[thefloatingstone]

Mizora propositioned me literally the morning after I spent all night having sex with The Emperor.

This made every line of her dialogue unintentionally hilarious.

[lelianasbong]

okay but wyll being extra cautious about relationships in part because mizora's literally spying on his life through the sending stone that is his prosthetic eye.

who wants to expose their lover to that, or risk being vulnerable when you know your abuser is watching your every move? and wyll with his admitted dreamer's heart, getting misty-eyed over mermaids as a boy, brave and generous and warm as a man, seven years under mizora's yoke but still aching for a fairytale romance.... esjfjsk;

[iamtheholyghost]

Would yous read a Mizora x reader if I wrote one? 🤤🥵

[shadowkira]

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