#wyllstarion bridgerton au

[tadpolebrains]

are you writing the wyllstarion au that you talked about the concept for? just curious since i finished watching bridgerton s2 and am in the bridgerton pit too

You bet! Slowly and steadily XD

For asking, anon, have a preview (below the cut ^^)

The carriage is jittery on the roads, which doesn’t quite help the feeling in his stomach settle. It isn’t like Astarion hadn’t been to dozens of these kinds of events before- truly, he preferred the hoity-toity balls to most social gatherings since they were almost guaranteed to have wine somewhere- but he couldn’t help but feel ill at ease tonight.

He adjusted his cravat for the hundredth time, mostly just needing a way to occupy his hands. It was unbearably hot in the carriage regardless of whether he loosened it or not, despite the air still carrying the chill of winter. The only blessing at the moment was the fact that Cazador was riding in a separate carriage tonight, though he was still convinced the man would somehow be within earshot should he do anything untoward. It was why he remained silent despite his siblings’ hushed chatter beside him. Best not to risk it.

It was their first appearance in this city after moving here only days ago. Cazador would be watching them all like a hawk should anything go awry tonight, and it was inevitable that the man would find something to be displeased with. A smile out of place, or hells forbid he interact with the wrong people.

There was a list. A list of people to get on good terms with. Astarion practically had it burned into his skull with the amount of times he’d recited it.

At least tonight, most of the attention wouldn’t be on him. After all, it would be his sisters that Cazador paraded around for eligible bachelors. Astarion was just there to mingle. Study faces. Stand in dark corners.

And, of course, his major role of the night: to be the target of blame should any of Cazador’s plans stray from their meticulous steps.

Maybe he’d manage to get away with only one or two bruises after the festivities tonight.

Who was he kidding? This was going to be a ripe disaster.

He was momentarily caught off-guard by the carriage coming to a sudden stop, realizing they must have reached Wyrm’s Rock. He sighed, taking a deep inhale to brace himself for the shitshow the night would be, only plastering a smile onto his face as the carriage doors opened and they were let out. He offered a hand to help Aureila step down, straightening his posture as he spotted Cazador in his peripheral vision already, making his way towards them. Aureila was going to be Cazador’s fixation of the night, being the eldest of Astarion’s sisters, but of course, that cut Astarion no slack.

She did look quite nice, Cazador having had some servants fuss over her appearance for hours before. Dressed in the Szarr household colors, same as the rest of them, her gown was black in the bodice and faded into a deep red at the base. Gold detailing decorated the corset, matching the golden headdress in her hair and the rings around her horns. Her tail flicked in anticipation behind her as Cazador approached. It had hit Astarion about a dozen times during the ride.

“Remember what I told you, children. Backs straight, polite smiles, and don’t make a fool of me. Our success for the rest of the season rides on these next few hours. Don’t mess it up.” Cazador might as well have solely addressed him, seeing as Astarion was on the receiving end of that harsh glare while Cazador looped an arm through Aureila’s to begin walking her into the hall. Astarion simply smiled, biting back the harsh words of condescension he wished he could spit without suffering the consequences later.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He said, perhaps letting a little too much of that bitterness slip since Cazador’s eyes narrowed minutely. Luckily, being in public meant that he couldn’t exactly do anything about Astarion’s attitude without risking his precious reputation. So instead, Astarion was graced to the wonderful sight of his back as he led Aureila towards the ballroom.

The consequences would come later, though. They always did.

At least he could lose himself in wine and fancy fucking finger foods until then.

[foolishsunshine]

Bridgerton screenshot redraw featuring Wyllstarion that absolutely no one asked for

(Also personality wise they should def be the opposite but I got hung up on the whole Duke thing so)

This is maybe a WIP? I had other plans for it, but there are other things I wanna draw sooooo I’m calling it done for now

Honestly I drew this panel and then I was like “well I got what I needed out of this one” lolol

[tadpolebrains]

Wyllstarion regency AU where the Szarr Household is composed of the seven spawn, but they're actually seven 'street rats' that Cazador took in as children off the street in a 'great experiment' to see they could be shaped into members of high society. Society views it as insanity, but is also praising his efforts to aid the lower class without knowing the amount of abuse the children have gone through in their 'lessons.' It's all just a ploy to boost his social status and reputation.

Cazador moves them to Baldur's Gate at the start of the courting season for their family debut, and Astarion's role is to try to marry off his 'sisters' to eligible bachelors and establish their family name. Maybe find a noble to seduce himself. Rumor has it that Duke Ravengard's son might finally be looking to wed this year, but, to Cazador's frustration, he's quite elusive all night.

Astarion finally slips away from the festivities for a breather and some wine... only to find the Duke's son outside, seemingly with the same idea.

And well... if he makes a connection with the Duke's son instead of his sisters... technically Cazador is getting what he wanted, right?

...

Anyways I've been writing and watching Bridgerton again.

[tadpolebrains]

So started watching Bridgerton season 3-

Now all my mind is fixating on is a Wyllstarion AU in that universe. Like come on- Wyll being the duke’s son and the talk of the season, Astarion being a part of the Szarr household and being told to seduce Wyll to take on the Ravengard name and claim the estate for himself, only to realize too late that his flirtations aren’t exactly an act anymore but all of the plans are already in place-

…or maybe my brain just wants to make Wyllstarion content out of everything I see at this point