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Everyone he trusted with his secret – Will, Freya, Balinor, Lancelot, and now Gaius – was gone. Arthur would never bring magic back to the land, and he would never let Merlin stand at his side the way Merlin had hoped he would. It was a cold awakening, years of baseless faith dashed against the fraying tapestry that destiny had made Merlin sew into his own skin, but an awakening nonetheless.
Merlin is shaken out of his obsession with destiny and his blind faith in Arthur. Arthur just wishes he knew how to get his closest friend back.
(For Merthur Angst Week 2021 Day 7: “No. You don’t get to talk.”)
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“We should come up with a plan,” Wyll begins. “A regimen, if you will. I’ll create a schedule of when you should be hunting, roughly every two days to start—”
A laugh cuts through Wyll’s words. Dark and bitter, more like a growl.
Astarion hisses, “Are you out of your sweet, gods damned mind? You’d really do that? Keep me on a schedule? Like…that? Genuinely?”
Wyll looks him dead in the eye. “Yes. I would.”
Wyll notices that Astarion does not feed himself like a proper vampire should. As a monster hunter, and as a companion in their tadpole travels, Wyll simply cannot let it stand. He offers to take charge of Astarion’s feeding habits.
It’s an offer in good faith.
And it is the start of a much more intimate arrangement between the two of them.
(Fill for the bg3 kinkmeme)
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One Blood Made of Two by yellowstonewolves for jellyfishline
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
04 Jun 2024
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“Mark but this spawn, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is;
I sucked you first, and now suck me,
And in myself our two bloods mingled be;
Thou know’st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead,
Yet this I enjoy before I woo,
And pampered swell with one blood made of two,
So what’s a little fumble going to do?”(Astarion sloppily plagiarizes a poem (“The Flea”) in his quest to seduce Wyll. He doesn’t expect Wyll’s response to piss him off so badly, but he is soon engaged in a poetical fight to the death. At least, that’s how he sees it.)