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Wyll had never been good at wanting things. It always came with a tremendous amount of guilt that almost made the things he wanted no longer worth it. But even with the guilt, his heart had never ceased its dreadful longing, and that had only grown the longer Wyll spent away from Astarion. Now that he was here, sitting in front of Wyll and smiling as though no time had passed at all, Wyll’s heart wanted nothing more than to rip itself from his chest and take permanent residence in Astarion’s hands.
Instead, Wyll hid the nervous clearing of his throat behind the sound of the tap water, and hung the rag over the side of the basin to dry. He turned back to Astarion, resuming his professionalism.
"What can I get you, my friend?” he asked.
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It's been a year since they defeated the Netherbrain, and Wyll has made a life for himself out in the wilds of the Sword Coast. When Winter comes, and Wyll sequesters within a tavern inn, he's joined by an old friend who hasn't left his mind - or his heart - even after all this time.
Update: I added two new chapters to this thing. Enjoy!
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In the Shadow-Cursed Lands there is a place that twists your worst memories,
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25 Feb 2026
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“Godsdammit, Astarion,” Wyll ground out, breathing hard. His hands shook as he sheathed his rapier, missing on the first go. “You can’t sneak up on me like that. I could’ve killed you.”
Astarion sputtered indignantly. It would’ve taken more than some piddly little spell to do him in, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t have hurt like a bitch in the meantime. “I know you’re just itching to stick your blade in a proper monster,” he sneered, adjusting the ruffles of his shirt, “but could you do us all the favour of saving it for the goblins?”
After his encounter with Mizora, Wyll tries to clear his head. Unfortunately for him, Astarion is out on the prowl.
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25 Feb 2026
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Down in the deep, up to my gills by fantailsock for WolffyLuna
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
14 Feb 2026
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Astarion coughed. A strange black ichor stained the back of his hand. He could see his breath, as if it was the middle of winter. But that couldn’t be right. They were at the summer ball.
“No, fuck, that’s not what’s meant to happen.” Wyll’s voice grew muffled. Astarion could taste grave dirt and bone dust. The walls were closing in on him.
Wyll gripped him. The world seemed to fade at the edges, the other guests frozen in their twirls.
“We have to stay on script.”Wyll dreams. Astarion dives in. Neither of these things work out very well.
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in the absence of the axe by char_and_ichor for Verassi
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
14 Feb 2026
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In the wake of a crashed mindflayer ship, Astarion picks himself up in the wilderness outside Baldur's Gate, unhurt and, for the first time in two centuries, free. There is a party of tadpoled adventurers, a sympathetic monster hunter, and uncontrollable flashbacks of his old life standing in his way. There is an opportunity, at last, for a new life.
Or: An Act 1 retelling in which Shadowheart's Turn Undead worked on Astarion.
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