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rotating fallout in my head once again

#the show was a blast my guys #feel free to message me about it I’m bout to get back on my hyperfixation #ellie talks

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Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

#technically spawn!astarion x good!tav #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion aesthetic #bg3 aesthetic #i could do an essay on why i love astarion with a good tav but i fel other people have said plenty haha

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I made myself thinking about how, once Steve Rogers was on ice and presumed dead, there’d be no family left to inherit his things. It had been just him and his mom…and then neither of them.

I like to think Bucky’s sister (Rebecca/Becky) took on some of Steve’s things. I’m not sure what exactly is canon for MCU!Becky but I like to think she would’ve also been fond of Steve (who wouldn’t). So maybe she kept a few boxes of the Rogers’ things, made sure her kids and their kids knew what they were.

And decades later, Steve gets reunited with his mother’s hope chest (or cedar chest, if ya like) packed with things like their old tea kettle and scattered letters, notes, and a few of both his and his mother’s old art books.

I just hate the idea of Sarah Rogers’ imprint in the world disappearing bc Steve didn’t have a chance to do something with her things and Steve trying to cope with that.

#Ellie talks #I guess? #avengers headcanons #technically

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yes I am a water baby u.u

I only went with sun/moon bc I Needed to have Frogadier as my main man but I’m pretty sure I coulda done gen 3 otherwise. I needed pink wooper too he’s my gumball

I dunno if I have any other fellow Pokemon moots here but I saw this cute trend and wanted to try it out!

Take this quiz to see what gym leader type you'd be!

Make your team!

Do this picrew to visualize you as a gym leader!

I chose 3rd Gen (but the remake so Alpha/Omega) because it was my very first one!

Tagging: @averysmolbear @humanitys-strongest-bamf @youre-ackermine @roseofdarknessblog @missamity @levis-squishy-cheeks @icansmellsouls @dkbktk420 @elnyrae @romantichomicide95 @phantom-fanfom-blog @sckerman @genyastolemyheart @happybird16 @the-milk-anon @wyvernslovecake @bruhm0mentum anyone else who sees this!

If you're not interested in Pokemon, please ignore! But I'd love to see your type anyways if you wanna jump in!! 💕

#Kat’s trainer is so cute guys #Ellie talks

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happy new year, may 2024 be kind to us all 💛

#ellie talks

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Longing

Halsin x Fem!Reader

A/N: I have been burning with an intense CRAVING for Halsin and there is such little fic about him (although there are some good ones out there 👀) so I had to do my part and add to the pool 😏 hope y’all enjoy!

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, reader is insecure about her virginity, talks of inexperience, love confessions, Halsin is a sweetheart, references to NSFW content. Very very minor spoilers for act 2.

Part 2

The fur of the rabbit is soft between your fingers as you prepare it. Yet, despite having a knife in your other hand and your task being a delicate one, you can’t seem to focus.

Your eyes keep drifting back to the druid across camp chopping wood for the fire. The axe is a large one, heavy - heavier than you’d be able to lift. Yet the large elf manages to bring it up above his head and swing it back down with a grace you never understood how he possessed.

The muscles in his shoulders ripple with each movement, accompanying the rythmic thump of the axe through wood. His soft grunts as he pulls it from the stump he’s using before placing the next log onto the surface and starting the process all over again.

“The rabbit is already dead, darling.”

The familiar voice rips you from your staring as your head whips around to see none other than your vampiric companion standing over you, a smirk tugging at his lips. You huff at him before looking down to the rabbit by your knees and heat rushes to your cheeks. What should have been a simple skinning job to get the meat ready for dinner has turned into a mess. Cuts in the wrong places, the hide nowhere near usable anymore.

You look back up just in time to see Astarions red eyes go from you, to Halsin, then back again. His smile grows. He shifts his feet, one arm resting across his chest as he gestures with his other to Halsin.

“You know, you could paint a portrait. It would last longer.”

Your cheeks somehow get even hotter, as you turn back to the rabbit in front of you, doing a much better job than earlier.

“Leave me alone, Astarion,” you mumble, cursing internally when the elf lowers himself to the ground beside you, arms resting on his knees.

“And why would I do that, when teasing you gives me so much joy?”

You can’t stop the small smile that tugs at your lips. “Okay, well you got me all flustered. So now that’s out of the way, did you need something or did you really interrupt your reading to bother me?”

The vampire sighs, leaning back on his hands as he looks over to you. “What I need is for you to finally jump that druids bones.”

You nearly choke as the words leave his lips, looking around to see if anyone heard and feeling heat creep up your neck once more as you see Shadowheart failing to hide a chuckle.

You turn to face your friend, eyes narrowed. “Could you be a little more quiet? I don’t need the whole camp hearing you.”

Astarion laughs this time, loudly, and it draws more glances than you’d like. You roughly shove the man next to you before he can speak.

“Your next words better be a whisper or I’m going to stab you ” you threaten, poking the knife in his direction.

Astarion places a hand over his heart, faux hurt in his eyes. “You wound me, darling. I’m just trying to help you. Plus,” he gestures to the camp, “it’s not like your attraction is a secret, nor Halsin’s.”

You shake your head turning back to grab another rabbit, embarrassment welling up in your chest. “He doesn’t…” you trail off, getting defensive. “Nothing’s there, Astarion. So can we please just drop it?”

Of course, he doesn’t.

“Look,” he starts, “all I’m trying to say is that neither of you are benefiting from holding back so…indulge, for once. Gods know we all deserve it.”

You ignore him. Curling in on yourself at the mention of…indulging. There nothing wrong with it of course. Everyone at camp has blown off steam along this adventure. Just…not you.

And the vampire must be able to tell too, because at your silence he straightens up, brows pinching in the rare way that shows he’s concerned.

“Wait, have you never…?” he gestures vaguely in the air.

His words, despite their genuine curiosity, strike a chord in you. You stand abruptly, tossing your work to the ground and stabbing your knife in the dirt.

“No I haven’t. Not that it’s any of your business.” Your words are louder than you intended and draw the eyes and ears of your other companions.

Astarion softens, obviously not expecting this reaction. “I didn’t mean to upset you-“

You clench your fists at your sides, interrupting him. “You never mean to Astarion but -“ You cut yourself off, taking a deep breath. “You’re such an ass sometimes.”

You turn on your heel and storm from camp before anyone can stop you, ignoring the concerned gaze of a certain druid.

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The water is cool against your skin as you squat by the stream’s edge, rubbing at your hands as you try to get the blood off of them.

You feel foolish now, storming off like that. But Astarion pointing out your inexperience just struck you. It’s not something that’s ever bothered you before. Especially not in recent months since dealing with the tadpole. You all have more important things to worry about.

But the moment you rescued Halsin…it’s like something changed. You were instantly drawn to him. His kind smile and thoughtful words. His care for everyone and everything in nature.

And he flirted with you.

The memory is still fresh in your mind. The night of the tiefling party after you had stopped the ritual at the druid camp and saved Halsin. You were worried you were talking his ear off, but he was attentive the whole conversation. Answering your questions and asking some about you.

Then he said those honeyed words. Suggested celebrating by spending the night with someone special. Implied he would spend it with you if his mind wasn’t elsewhere.

You withdraw your hands from the water to drag them down your face as more memories surface.

More flirtatious banter and kind words. Thoughtful conversations and fighting side by side. The night sat by your bedside nursing you back to health after a particularly nasty fight. After Ketheric Thorm almost took you out.

Your side still aches with the memory. But the thought of his hands with their soothing healing glow, makes the ache subside.

You sigh, sitting back into the grass as your eyes lock onto the slowly gurgling stream, Astarion words playing over and over in your head.

Indulge, for once.

You want to. Gods do you want that.

You’ve spent many sleepless nights thinking about it. About his lips against yours, his hands on your skin, the sweet words he’d no doubt whisper against your ear.

You shudder at the thought before shoving it away. Because any time he hinted at that - showed any interest in you - you would be so elated before insecurity took over.

Halsin’s views on love and intimacy are no secret. You’d asked him once about current lovers and while he did confide no one currently held his affections back home he also expressed that there were others in the past.

Others. Plural.

And you’ve never been with anyone. Not physically or emotionally, you’ve never trusted anyone enough.

Not until now.

You sigh, frustration creeping back in as you press the heels of your palms into your eyes before quickly standing up. You need to apologize to Astarion and finally, maybe, talk to Halsin.

You turn on your heel to do just that when you run straight into a solid mass. You gasp, stumbling backwards just as two strong hands reach out to steady you, gripping your wrists firmly.

Once steady, you look up to see none other than the man haunting your thoughts smiling down at you.

“You must have been very deep in thought for someone like me to sneak up on you, little one.”

You have to suppress a shiver at the nickname. A moniker he’d given you since you teased him about his size at the beginning of your friendship.

You shake your head, moving to step away and only stopping when his hands let go only to slip down and take your own gently.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize. “I was just…thinking.”

Halsin stares at you for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face before he steps away, gesturing down the first path, one hand still in your own.

“Walk with me?” he asks. “I know being in nature helps me clear my head of even the darkest thoughts.”

You give a hesitant nod and follow him as he turns towards the path, not able to stop the smile when he doesn’t drop your hand.

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The walk is mostly silent, a comfortable silence, but silent nonetheless. And you are grateful for it, not sure what you would say if Halsin were to ask what has you so upset.

But, silence can’t last forever it seems, because eventually the large Druid breaks through the sounds of nature surrounding you to speak.

“I overheard your conversation with Astarion,” he says, voice gentle. Probing, but not not forcing you to talk if you do not wish.

You stiffen, your pace slowing slightly, wanting to pull away from the man at your side. But his sure grip on your hand keeps you in place. The warmth of his skin on yours puts you slightly at ease.

“You…you heard that?” you ask, cringing internally. “You were across camp.”

The druid chuckles, gesturing to his ears with his free hand. “One of the curses of us elves. Impeccable hearing. Even when we don’t wish for it.”

You can feel your shoulders creeping up to your ears. Embarrassment settling in once more. “You were listening to us? To me?”

Halsin shrugs. “Not intentionally,” he admits, slowing his steps until you’re both stopped and he’s facing you. “But I find my attention turning towards you more often than not these days.”

His words tie your tongue and before you can gather enough sense to respond he continues.

“Nature works in mysterious ways, little one,” he tells you, eyes never leaving your face. “There is no one way to traverse it, and others journey do not define your own. Each one is unique, as it is intended.”

His words are beautifully woven, as always. And despite his cryptic deliverance, you know the meaning behind his words.

He’s comforting you. And once again, he speaks before you can detangle the jumble of thoughts in your head.

“And,” he reaches out, placing a curled finger beneath your chin to urge you to look up at him, “if it’s any encouragement, I seek you out as much as you do me. Possibly more so.”

Your eyes widen, heart stuttering in your chest at his words. He…does he feel the same way? Rationally you know he does. But that ever familiar self doubt, the tiny voice in your mind has always brushed away the flirting - the kind words and gentle touches as just part of his nature. None of it is reserved just for you.

Right?

Halsin smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners gently as he looks down at you. “Is that really such an outlandish thought? That I return your affections?” He pauses, “unless my heart has run ahead of itself and I have misread-“

You stop him then, reaching up to place a staying hand on his own beneath your chin.

“No! You haven’t…you haven’t misread,” you assure him, trying to still your racing heart.

His smile never falters, his other hand finally coming up to cradle the back of your head, teasing soft strands of hair between his fingers.

“That is good to hear,” he says, pulling you ever closer, his nose almost brushing yours, “it puts this old druid's mind at rest.”

Gods, you can’t breathe. The air in your lungs refusing to expel as he lean even closer, lips a hairbreadth away from your own. Your body sings with anticipation, your skin hot despite the cool air ushered in by the sun sinking below the horizon, the days last rays barely filtering through the trees.

“Can I kiss you, my heart?”

Halsins words are soft, barley a whisper and nearly drowned out by the sounds of nature around you and the roaring of blood in your ears.

You nod. “Please-“

The word barely passes your lips before he descends upon you, sealing his mouth with your own.

It’s both everything you expected and completely surprising at the same time. His hands are sure as he pulls you into him, one hand still cradling your head as the other slips down to your hip before wrapping around your waist. Yet his lips, the kiss itself is…soft. Gentle. Loving. The action speaks louder than any words either of you have said to one another. Louder than the words you never worked up the courage to speak.

Finally, your mind catches up with you, and your hands slide up his chest to clutch tentatively at his shoulders.

Halsins still hasn’t broken away from you, and when his tongue brushes against your lips you let him in. You tug him closer then, one of your hands sliding up to rest at the back of his neck eliminating any empty space between you as his tongue slides against your own.

He only pulls away when he must sense your need for air, but he doesn’t go far, lips pressing gently to the corner of your own, and then another to your jaw.

You’re breathless.

Chest heaving against him, as he pulls away just enough to look at you once more.

“As much as I’d love to continue…” his hand squeezes your hip gently, “we should make our way back to camp. I can imagine our absence as stirred gossip with our vampiric companion and..” he sighs, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. “I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

You can’t surprise the shiver that runs down your spine, or the smile that tugs at your lips.

“I’m…I’m okay being overwhelmed if it’s like that,” you tell him breathlessly.

Halsin laughs, a deep down genuine laugh that makes your heart sing even as he steps away from you.

“Then I will overwhelm you in all the ways I know how.” He promises, eyes trailing over you heatedly.

Your stomach does a flip at his words, and the effect they have on you must show on your face because Halsin chuckles again, leaning in to press one last kiss to your cheek before tugging you back in the direction towards camp.

“Another night, my heart,” he says, thumb brushing over your knuckles from where your hand remains in his own.

You let out a shaky breath, and nod, smiling as you walk closer to him. “I’m holding you to that.”

“I hope you would, though I doubt I will forget such a promise,” he assures before letting silence blanket you both one more.

You can’t stop the thrill that runs through you at his words.

Yes, I’ll hold you to that promise indeed.

#good shit my dude #fic recs

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she HAD to say it out loud huh

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putting the 'frontier' into the blade of frontiers

#um #illegal

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this is gonna sound really mushy and maybe I’ll delete it later but I just watched the last special episode of Doctor Who (no spoilers I promise!) and just

I hope you can find your family. Not necessarily blood related, but the people that make you feel seen and heard and loved and thought of. Everyone deserves that. Even you, especially you. You.

Doctor Who always makes me feel so hopeful about humanity. And the world is A Lot right now, but by the gods, people are good. And I hope you find the people that are good for you. You deserve it.

#if youre reading this I love you #all the people in my phone #I love you #ellie talks

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Calling Just to Hear Their Voice

Fandom: Dragon Age

Character(s): Krem (Cremisius Aclassi)

Type of Request: Winter NPC Event Thingy

Note(s): I love Krem so much and I miss him as well. Here's hoping to get a crumb of Krem in Dreadwolf

He was whistling some tune to himself, something he heard playing in a tavern earlier that caught his ear. His whistling comes to a halt as he realizes that while he was walking and whistling, he subconsciously ended up walking over to where you were staying. He stood under the window and couldn't help a chuckle as he remembered reading some silly romance like this.

"Hey," he calls out your name as he tosses a small pebble up to lightly hit the window. He smiles when he watches it open and your head peeking out, a bit confused but not upset at seeing him there.

"Hey," you greet back with an amused smile. "You know you could've knocked on the door."

"Yeah, but I mostly just wanted to hear your voice," he replies, feeling the tips of his ears getting a tad pink but he smiles as you seem to get flustered by his words. He's glad that he's read all those cheesy stories now.

"So you came all this way to throw a rock at my window just to hear my voice?" You ask with amusement in your tone and Krem can't help feeling a bit amused himself.

"I guess I did."

"Well, I missed yours too." Krem smiles widely at your words. His voice was something he can be self conscious of time to time so he is happy to hear you missed it. Honestly, he would love nothing more than to just hang outside your window and talk up to you, but his neck is getting tired.

"I should get back before the big guy starts crying cause he misses me," he jokes and smiles at your smile. "I'll be back later with more rocks."

"I look forward to it, Krem."

#i love him your honor #thanks for the Krem kat #fic recs #randoimago

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10 and 42~

10. If your Tav didn’t become an adventurer, what else would they be doing?

Kirsi is a Druid, so I think she’d really have ended up being a wanderer anyway. Maybe less high stakes adventures, but I do headcanon her as reaching arch-Druid regardless. Maybe become a healer, earthy cabin in the woods and lots of critters & creatures hanging around

42. What flower/tree/plant best represents your Tav?

Oh, hmm. I think, after some googling, I’d say Persian Shield. Super hardy and durable, no real preference for location or light. Adaptable. And pretty!

#ellie talks #Ellie plays bg3

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 Who is your Tav romancing, if anyone?

👀👀👀 💜

Kirsi teeeechnically romanced both Astarion and Halsin (bc I have no self control lmao)

But in like “canon”, she only romanced Astarion 🥰 I told my friend that, if you could say anything at all, Kirsi would say to Astarion that she “has seen plenty of sunny days, perhaps it’s time to truly enjoy the night”.

#ellie talks #Ellie plays bg3 #i am Normal about them

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Kirsi my beloved

Baldur's Gate 3 Tav Ask Game

Reblog this to have your followers send in a number corresponding to the questions they have about your Tav! Has a total of 70 questions

Why did you pick the race you did for your Tav?

Why did you pick the class you did for your Tav?

What is your character’s moral alignment?

 How did you choose your Tav’s name, if you gave them a unique one?

What are your character’s strongest and weakest stats (strength, charisma, etc)? 

 What is your Tav’s origin story? 

 What was the most significant moment in your Tav’s origin story? 

 What deity, if any, does your character worship? 

 What is your Tav’s biggest priority or goal?

If your Tav didn’t become an adventurer, what else would they be doing?

What is your Tav’s most used weapon or spell? 

 What is your Tav’s favorite school of magic/weapon type?

How does your Tav fight in a combat situation?

 Does your Tav know any other languages besides Common? 

 If your Tav could/does multiclass, what other class would they choose?

Which of the companions does your Tav trust most? 

Which of the companions does your Tav distrust most?

 Who is your Tav’s biggest rival?

 Who is your Tav romancing, if anyone?

If you’re romancing anyone, why did your Tav fall for them? And why did that character fall for your Tav?

 If you’re romancing anyone, who fell first and who fell harder?

 How does your Tav act around their crush?

 What is your Tav’s favorite moment they’ve had with their lover?

 What is your Tav attracted to? What are their turn-ons and turn-offs? 

 Does your Tav have any biases against other classes or races? 

 What is the most prominent color in your Tav’s color scheme?

 What is their sense of humor like?

 What is your Tav’s guilty pleasure?

 How easily offended are they? How do they act when offended?

 How does your Tav react when someone insults their friend/partner?

 How does your Tav dress for different occasions, like very fancy situations?

 How did your Tav get their scars, if they have any?

 What is your Tav’s relationship with their family?

 What is your Tav’s opinion on nobility and authority?

 How does your Tav react to wearing the Wavemother’s robe? How do they react to their partner wearing it?

 What is your Tav’s favorite type of environment? Like in a tavern, a library, out in the wilderness, underground, etc.

 What would your Tav’s Zodiac sign be?

 What is their favorite season?

 Where in the world does your Tav want to visit the most?

 What is the biggest mistake your Tav ever made?

 What animal best represents your Tav?

 What flower/tree/plant best represents your Tav?

 What does your Tav smell like? 

 What song best represents your Tav?

 What would be your Tav’s favorite music genre?

 What role would your Tav play in a highschool AU? (nerd, jock, bully, goth, etc)

 What is the most important item your Tav has?

 Where does your Tav feel most at home?

 What is your Tav’s philosophy on life?

 Does your Tav think more with their heart or their brain?

 What does your Tav want in their future? (domestic bliss, more adventure, a family, etc)

 What is your Tav’s worst fear?

 Is your Tav easily tricked or deceived?

 If your Tav was granted a single wish, what would it be?

 How does your Tav feel about keeping secrets, both their own and others?

 How would your Tav react to a love confession?

 What are your Tav’s biggest insecurities?

 What decision would your party have to make in order for Tav to consider splitting off from the group?

 What is your Tav’s favorite food?

 How generous is your Tav, especially to those they don’t know?

 If an evil character told your Tav that they wanted to change and help them, would they believe it?

 What meme describes your Tav the best?

  What does your Tav want to be remembered by?

 What Tarot Card best represents your Tav?

 What would be your Tav’s major in college?

 Does your Tav consider themselves a hero, villain, victim or something else?

 How good is your Tav at giving advice? How good are they at following it themselves?

 How does your Tav get along with each party member?

 What are your Tav’s other hobbies?

 (Free Spot: Ask any question you’d like!)

Happy Infodumping!!!

@lord-westley Here's the post! I can't wait to hear about your Tav and see what you ask about mine ^-^

#send me asks if you wannaaaaaa #ellie talks #these are fun

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introducing my partner to 2003 TMNT series (hi Sam riegal!) and man

this intro still goes so fucking hard

#ellie talks #tell me not to write for the turtles #someone help

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You still write for dragon age right?

Could you write Fenris with an S/O who gest frustrated easily over small things?

(Thx in advance)

I do! 💛

Fenris, for the most part I think, takes a lot to get frustrated. If he’s in a bad mood sure, everything is annoying, but on a normal day he’s pretty good about just letting things roll off of him (after an annoyed eye roll)

That said, with an S/O that’s a bit more easily frustrated over the little things, he’s usually a good counterweight.

If it’s work frustrating you, Fenris would lend a hand…or drag you away for a breather.

If it’s someone frustrating you, Fenris will either activate his Scary mode and run them off or insert himself in the conversation and be purposefully obtuse

Regardless of any situation, Fenris will hear you out on any of your frustrations and attempt to offer the type of solace you need

He is not, however, above teasing you if you’re getting frustrated over something small/silly. A mischievous smile that he quickly tries to hide behind an innocent face when you glare at him

#fenris x reader #dragon age x reader #dragon age reader insert

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it's wyllvember, people, wake up!!

#OH #HOT DAMN #this is incredible #(incredibly hot)

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May I please requestg "I love you" "You shouldn't" with Wyll and Durge?

Your heart is trying to beat out of your chest, blood rushing in your ears and vision unable to focus. You push yourself to your feet, wobbling, and notice your hands.

There’s blood on your hands.

You squeeze your eyes shut and take a steadying breath. Everything’s fine. You’re in control.

Aren’t you?

Your breathing is ragged and you bend over, grasping your knees and attempting to stay upright. You barely hear the sound of footsteps as Wyll approaches.

“Deeper breaths.” He says gently, placing a hand on your lower back and offering the other as an anchor.

His hand is so close to your face. You blink, see a flash of teeth and bone and blood. Not your blood. It’d be so easy to take Wyll’s hand. Take his hand…then sink your teeth into his wrist, cut off a few fingers.

You shove away from him.

“Leave me alone.” You manage to say. Wyll frowns, taking a half step closer to you.

“I won’t, especially when you need the help.”

“I said, leave me alone. Why won’t you leave me alone?!” You roar.

You’re not sure if you’re talking to Wyll or the errant urges that rush through your mind so often.

“Because I love you.” Wyll said it simply, with a slight shrug. It’s an easy truth.

“You shouldn’t.”

“Good thing I’ve never been too fond of listening to what people think I should or shouldn’t do.” He laughs a bit. You turn slightly to look at him and Wyll gives you a soft smile. “But, I can give you space. I’ll be here waiting for you when you’re done.”

#baldurs gate 3 x reader #wyll x reader #wyll ravengard x reader #dark urge reader #durge reader