#yandere Wyll
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Warnings; bg3, full party (because I want them all there to talk), Druid Tav*, Slight druid path spoilers I guess?, Owlbear, Protector type Tav, yandere companions (ALL of them), basic identity spoilers for first act followers, slight early story spoilers, they/them reader, yandere Raphael makes an appearance too.
* Tav is the name that always appears in the character generator first, so technically Tav is the unofficial term for the player character- or Reader in this scenario.
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The large owlbear lumbered slowly amongst the fallen undead, using the sharp beak to pick around the bodies for anything useful. Of course, not everything picked up by the defacto leader of the group was typically deemed useful. Such was the way of the unusual soul the group found themselves following the every whim of.
Countless battles had been won with their leadership and each companion had true respect for their leader, even if respect for the other companions was variable. To take them from desperate and hopeless about their plight to truly believing they could succeed their impossible mission. Each odd soul brought in to the fold by the odd druid may not believe, but they believed in how much their leader believed. For them, this was enough.
This meant that when their trusted leader wandered around as a creature that could feasibly carry three of them, they just followed along and grabbed what they wanted if their leader didn't pick it up first. They trusted their leader to distribute loot and treasure adequately based off of who could best use what was collected. Still, that didn't make the experience any less surreal, even for those who were familiar with druids that favored their bestial forms.
"Astarion, do you ever feel like we, as a group, just adapt to everything around us a little too well?"
Gale, the wizard of the group walked next to the rogue vampire spawn, his arms crossed in a contemplative way. Never before would he have imagined himself having light banter with such a being without bloodshed, but here he was regardless.
"Do tell me you are joking, right?"
"No, should I be?"
"God's, Gale, we're all stuck here as a group with only one thing in common- the fact that we're facing impossible odds to simply survive- and we can barely keep ourselves from killing each other. On top of that, just what do you think we're doing right now? Hm?"
"... Collecting the spoils of our battle?"
There was a distinct moment of silence as the beautiful vampire spawn stared at the wizard with a look of disbelief and disgust. The apparent pause catching the attention of the rest of the party- minus the owlbear lumbering ahead of the group- as they all decided to listen in. It was good fun to hear the others squabble and it gave a sense of comradery despite the situation they were in, misery loving company in most ways, though things weren't seeming too miserable now.
"We are in a temple that is inside of a crypt- some depth underground- picking amongst the remains of reanimated corpses that have all been stomped to death by our Owlbear leader. Not to mention this leader who just so happens to be the most balanced person among us and somehow isn't corrupt as all hells while doing it."
Some of the others nodded along in their own ways, knowing Astarion's assessment wasn't too far off from the crux of the situation they found themselves in. A few cast glances at the afore mentioned owlbear leader who seemed rather content rooting through what little remained from their earlier rampage.
"And they're hot as the hells while doing it."
Karlach, the literal flaming tiefling barbarian, commented, putting herself in the conversation with a wide grin.
"You're one to talk, Karlach," Wyll playfully jabbed back, "You've literally got fire coming out of you!"
"You know I'm right though!"
"Well, I didn't say you were wrong."
Before the two could continue, Astarion cut them off, bringing the now group conversation back to Gale.
"Anyways, my point still stands. We are not the ones who make this all work. They make it work for us. We are stuck together- like it or not- and they call the shots. We can get used to anything because they can get used to anything. Don't pat yourself on the back too hard now, it might get you excited."
Gale slightly winced at that jab, given the fact that he was the most obvious about being smitten with the group leader, and yet his beloved was completely unaware of how hard he had fallen. How hard they all had fallen.
"Are you all fools," Shadowheart hissed in a low voice, "you know they can hear us, right?"
It was Lae'zel's turn to bark out a laugh, her lips curled in a sly grin as she regarded the Sharian cleric. It gave the Githyanki soldier a sense of satisfaction to know something about their leader the cleric didn't.
"They can't understand us in that owlbear form. Why else would these fools talk so plainly?"
Unknown to them, their leader could understand them, but simply didn't want to cause in-fighting or favoritism to arise. So they simply carried on as if unaware of the conversation, just trying to focus on finding what was salvageable.
Unknown to them all, a demon watched from the rafters. His arms were crossed and a grin played across his lips. He had to admit, that druid was certainly a fetching prize as they clearly enamored not only their mismatched companions but him as well. Time would leave him the last among them by the druid's side, he would ensure it. Besides, he had plenty of time to wait.
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Yandere Wyll headcanons
[Soft yandere, Toxic protective Wyll, jealousy, possessiveness, nb!reader]
[Part of the Wyll's Week event]
Bedtime stories of love at first sight that his father used to tell him after tucking him in was something he thought he outgrow.
Yet on that day as he hopped down the grove's gate and faced the goblins, meeting your eyes amidst the battlefield felt like an arrow struck his heart.
A feeling he can't explain.
Wyll was hyperaware of your presence during the whole fight, of your safety. Casting a spell on the nearby goblin that might have taken you by suprise, completely ignoring the fact he was surrounded by a dozen of them himself.
In the aftermath, it almost hurt him to retreat back inside the grove, to leave you all alone out there.
He wanted to go and check on you, to ask your name at least.
But the tieflings urged him back, declaring him their hero as he smiled politely at the kids running up to him.
Please come back, he thought, please follow him.
It must be fate, and when you walked inside the grove and spoke to him, he was sure of it.
Your name sounded pleasent on his lips, and when you called him the blade of frontier he thought he might trip and make a fool of himself.
One thing led to another and he found himself back at your camp.
Much to his dismay, there were other tents placed Besides your own.
Even his reaction surprised him, why did his lungs burn at the idea of someone else staying near you as you slept? Why does his heart ache at the idea that he wasn't the first person you called back to camp.
The eventual meeting with the devil he was hunting ensures, and you're there by his side during it.
But you're looking at the devil with concerned eyes instead of disgust, you're lowering your weapon and asking if she's okay.
You ask for her name just like you asked for his.
Something ugly twists inside his stomach.
He takes over the conversation, steers it back to the purpose it once held before.
But you stop him, talk him out of it, and like any fool smitten in love, he can't refuse you.
Part of him is aware that he did the right thing, that your words rung true at the end, Karlach is no devil.
And as he pays the price for his change of heart that night, you still face him the next morning.
Still as handsome, you tell him.
You don't look at him with disgust, you don't prod at his horns and you don't avoid eye contact with his abyssal eye.
It really must be fate, for someone as kind hearted as you to cross paths with him.
He stays by your side that night, nods off to sleep with his head resting against your shoulder.
From that day on, he stays by your side and on your team.
Every attempt at getting him to go back to camp is met with refusal, you can only bring two other companions, the third will always be Wyll.
The world is too dangerous, the people are too greedy. He can't let someone take advantage of you, he can't let you out of his sight.
He shows off his power more in front of you, plays the heroic role with more flourish, targets the enemies that target you.
The other companions make a comment or two about how he seems to be inseparable from you, Wyll takes it in stride and plays it cool, yet never denies it.
Somehow each attempt they make at getting closer to you gets interrupted by some way or the other.
That time Gale attempts to share the weave with you, Scratch suddenly runs to you, your favourite boot in his mouth with chew marks and you completely lose focus and go after him.
That night Astarion invites you to the forest, it suddenly starts raining and it's too damp and muddy to do anything on the ground.
When Shadowheart called you to split a bottle, a cat jumps out of the bush and nearly makes her stumble off of the small cliff into the lake, both of you immediately make it back to camp.
As Wyll dismisses the familiar he summoned, he can't help but feel guilty and ashamed by his actions.
Just because he's not in a hurry to share his bed with you, doesn't mean that the other companions deserve it because they're easy.
Not to mention, you did promise him to dance with him eventually, did you not?
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Everyone in the camp is ready to fight for the right to go to bed next to you. Hugging your warm body in sleep and listening to your breath. They have fights every damn night. You're so tired of all of them. You just fall asleep, cuddling comfortably with the Owlbear and Scratch while the idiots quarrel
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Yandere Librarian Gale Dekarios
TW: Blackmail, stalking, dark themes, yandere themes, mentions of objectification, Gale is kind of a creep, Gale has a small shrine of you, heavy topics, possessiveness.
Reader description; Female/GN
Not proofread/proofread
After a while, life as a professor had begun to bore Gale. Magic is a passion of his and will never not be, but Gale yearned for more. As much as Gale enjoyed the little flashbacks of his childhood from how many accidental fires and ruined rooms at the university occurred; they were beginning to become too much. Gale found solace in silence. Back then, when Gale locked himself in his tower with every second of his life near the end, he enjoyed the stillness of his room, book in hand. So when the local library in Waterdeep required a new librarian on the weekends, Gale immediately decided to fill the role.
Gale had worked there for at least three months to test the waters and see how he felt about the job and his schedule. In that short period, he felt confident and decided to keep his job as a librarian.
Gale memorized each customer's face. Riley, the drow with white hair and pink tips at the ends, enjoyed books on nature, and her cat recently had kittens. Aoth, a human fighter part of the flaming fist, only checked out books on the history of Baldur's Gate training since he was still being trained and wanted to do his job right. Then there was Emily, the dwarf who only had time to visit the library on Tuesdays and didn’t stick around to chat with Gale. Then there was you. You were new around here, not only in the library but Waterdeep in general. Gale had seen you searching the shelves a few times but never had the pleasure of speaking with you. You didn't check out anything anyway. You merely looked through the books and then took your leave.
On one particular day, you decide to check out a book. You sauntered over to the main desk where Gale organized the recently returned books. Gale noticed you and smiled. You greeted each other then Gale took the novel you wanted to check out.
“Ah, I’ve read this a couple of times myself. Never gets old.”
You nod in agreement with a smile. Something about you seemed off. You looked on edge, your eyes avoiding Gales and you being awkward. You left after Gale stamped the first page of your book, informing you that it would need to be returned in two weeks.
You started taking home books more often after the encounter, becoming less awkward with the wizard with each interaction. Until one visit, you gained the courage to ask, “You’re Gale Dekarios, aren’t you?” Gale smiles and nods, “I suppose you’ve heard the tale of how I saved Baulder’s gate or my, uh, former condition.” You nod, “I’ve heard many stories of your amazing abilities or just stories of you in general.” Saying Gale was flattered was a bit of an understatement. From there on you and Gale started to chat. The conversation lasted so long that you had to step to the side for irritated customers to check their books out.
You became a favorite customer of Gale’s, possibly the number one. You came by the library more often, always starting a conversation with Gale that would last a bit too long. Not that Gale minded. Gale enjoyed your presence. Most customers would indulge in small talk for a little while and then awkwardly step away after too long, but you stayed and made great conversation.
Gale found himself feeling the same feeling he had with Mystra, the sick puppy love that caused him to be at her every command. The same love that nearly caused him to blow himself to pieces to have her favor again. However, there was something different. While, yes, Gale’s thoughts when with Mystra were mostly of her, his thoughts were consumed by you. Gale thought of it a bit strange but passed it off as possibly meeting his missing part.
Gale’s obsession deepened when you began when you became distant. Your visits to the library have begun to decline in the usual amount. Gale grew worried but told himself you were simply busy with life. When you finally visited the library to drop off a novel you’d been reading, Gale asked about your whereabouts. You grinned and told Gale of the new guy you’ve been going out with recently. Gale could swear his heart dropped down to the pit of his stomach. His smile faltered, and his skin drained of all color, leaving him pale. Gale played it off somehow, and you left vowing to visit your favorite friend more often. Gale felt so hurt. Even angry. Of course not at you, he felt angered by the man courting you. Besides you probably were being polite- that’s just how you are! If Gale gained the confidence to finally court you, you’d say yes out of politeness, and after a while, he’d show you why you ought to choose him as your eternal lover.
Though Gale isn’t proud of this, he has stalked you and your...lover- or could you even call the man that?! The man is too touchy for Gale's liking. He hates to suggest anything improper but the man’s eyes don’t linger on your face much, more on your body. Gale isn’t like that. He adores every part of you, body and soul.
Gale has impulses sometimes. He wants desperately to sneak off with a thing of yours. Of course, he is horrified by these thoughts. No gentleman acts this way to a lady. Despite the urge to walk over and grab the hair tie that dropped from your wrist and pocket it for himself, maybe even use it on himself to tie his hair. That hasn't stopped him from sneaking away with a quill that fell from your bag that he uses constantly.
When you and your...”lover” decide to date, Gale is more than upset. Gale puts a plan into action to separate you too. Sends a few letters to you in your lover's handwriting calling you names. However, it isn’t random insults but rather insults he’s heard from your lover himself said behind your back. When you confront him about the letters, your lover is only baffled you know what he had said, so he thinks twice before responding, which only makes him look worse.
If that isn’t enough, Gale has other ways. Gale sends notes to his subordinates with blackmail on him and some dirty lies. The ruined reputation causes your lover stress. The stress develops into a short fuse that later causes many fights between the two of you. In the end, you couldn't handle all of the negativity and decided to break off the relationship.
You return to the library with your head hanging low. You attempt to greet Gale without your sorrows peeking through. However, Gale was very observant. He gently asks what’s worrying you. Gale is so comforting with his presence, words, and all. You explain your situation to him, to which he listens attentively.
“Don’t worry, (Name). There are many men out there waiting to be there for you. Keep looking, sometimes true love is in plain sight.”
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I feel like Wyll is not appreciated enough in Baldur's Gate 3 fandom, so can you write a yandere concept for him?
I can try, sure! I researched him the best I could :)
Yandere Wyll Ravenguard Concept
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Fear of loss implied, Manipulation, Mizora is an enabler, Possessive behavior, Conflicted feelings, Violence, Murder implied, Kidnapping, Blood, Forced relationship.
Wyll is a Fiend Warlock with a pact with the demon Mizora as his patron.
He gave her his soul to protect Baldur's Gate and is very dedicated to protecting people.
He is commanded to slay demonic creatures, Tieflings unfortunately included in Mizora's eyes.
Wyll is heroic and kindhearted, his obsession would puzzle him as he wasn't expecting to want to do dark things for someone he loves.
Mizora probably finds Wyll's obsession amusing... her pet seems so infatuated with you...
Perhaps she'll help him obtain you... a treat for her pet.
Even as a hero, Wyll is very playful in nature.
He seems genuinely nice to be around and would definitely be conflicted if he noticed darker desires within him towards you.
Wyll is already conflicted enough as is due to the mischievous nature of Mizora, the source of his powers.
Mizora would definitely feed into the dark desires Wyll begins to develop.
Like a shark smelling blood in the water, Mizora senses Wyll's obsession and wishes to play around with it.
She wants to encourage him to take what he wants... something Wyll hates the thought of.
Wyll's obsession definitely develops due to Mizora.
It originally starts as a yearning to protect you.
Especially if you are afflicted with a Mind Flayer parasite.
Wyll's heroic and playful nature would quickly make you two friends (For this concept I am assuming you are not a Tiefling).
As a result, you're mostly on good and mutual terms with Wyll.
You two trust and probably even care for one another as friends.
You don't have much of a clue when Wyll starts feeling conflicted.
He's willing to do nearly anything for you... but how far does he plan to take things to protect you?
Plus, does he even see you as a friend at this point?
With how he feels towards others around you... this may be deeper than he thought.
It doesn't help that whenever he's away from you he keeps feeling a certain yearning that won't go away.
He despises it when Mizora appears to tease and tempt him when you're gone.
The demon always whispers in Wyll's ears small promises.
She can give him more power... enough to take you all for himself.
Why should he watch you from afar and daydream?
Why should he settle for being friends?
Is he really going to let others take claim to you?
Doesn't he feel the burning jealousy within him?
Wyll has to push Mizora away, cursing her for putting such vile thoughts in his head.
Yet the ideas still persist.
Mizora simply promises her pet a gift, a treat... you.
Why should he refuse?
Mizora enabling Wyll is what causes the poor hero to corrupt more and more.
Wyll can't help but stare as you converse with other companions... his grip on his rapier tightening.
He tells himself not to listen, he tells himself if it's meant to be... you'll come to him.
But the longer he has to wait, the longer he has to pine... Mizora tempts him, pushing him to the brink.
He really does want you all to himself, to protect you and care for you.
No other person could care for you like him.
When Mizora meets with Wyll again, she grins.
She can tell her pet has decided to give in.
Wyll apologizes to you as he finds himself committing atrocities for you.
Murder, fire spilling across the land, it's all too much to handle.
He tries to keep his destruction to a minimum.
By the time he snaps, he has you locked away, blood coating his hands and rapier... but you in his arms.
You're so warm against him... as warm as the blood and tears staining him.
When he looks at you he realizes he has sinned.
Mizora has corrupted him more than he'd like to admit.
As he stares at you... he tries to put it aside.
His father was right, he was just as bad as the demon he made a pact with...
But at least he has you now.
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so ive talked a bit abt cherish being initially unimpressed by wyll, but durgish has like. the opposite reaction to wyll. hes immediately enamored. its kind of pathetic, ngl.
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Can I get more bg3 yandere, maybe what starts the obsession with the reader? Punishments?
A/N: Yes, more yandere coming up! (Wasn’t sure if you were referring to just the baddies list I posted or the companions, so I went with the main companions this time.)
And apologies for the wait… This was one hell of a week.
Yandere!BG3: What Triggers Their Obsession
Astarion:
Astarion is drawn to your innocence.
At first, he thinks it must be an act, for someone to be so kind and open around a vagrant group of misfits they just met.
But once he understands that’s just who you are, he feels he must protect that innocence by taking it all for himself.
After all, he deserves it, doesn’t he? After two hundred years of slavery, he finally gets to possess some kindness of his own.
Because that’s what you’d show him, isn’t it? You’d love him, understand him, and treat him the way he so longs to be treated. And all he has to do… is make you his to get it.
Ascended! Astarion:
Ascended Astarion is drawn to your inner fire, the way you don’t submit when he demands you ‘bow’.
Initially, he finds it rather amusing that such a helpless thing like you dare defy him. Then he becomes irritated before being overcome with righteous anger. How dare you continue to thwart his plans? You shall pay, indeed.
He wants you begging, pleading on your knees for his mercy. He wants to be the only one with the power to grant such benevolence to you.
You will know his name, you will know his power. Your insolence will not last long.
Gale:
Gale is drawn to your inquisitive nature, how you always seem so fascinated by any knowledge he has to share.
No one, not even his students, has ever looked up at him with those big doe eyes the way you do.
You appreciate him, in a way no one’s ever appreciated him before.
He’s always played second fiddle, to greater wizards, to his goddess, but not to you. Never to you.
He needs you to need him. He wants your awe but should push come to shove, he’ll settle for your fear.
Godhood! Gale:
Godhood Gale finds you so impressively driven. Your bold choices and lack of apprehension call him to you.
On one hand, he wants to empower you, to help you soar even further than your wildest dreams. On the other hand, he wants dominion over your confidence- he should be the one to grant it to you. You couldn’t possibly command your own destiny. He’s a God, after all, he should have reign of it.
Just let him take control, he swears it’s only for your good. Gale would never overstep your boundaries. He swears on Mystra’s honor.
Wyll:
Wyll wants to protect and cherish you like he believes he’s always been destined to do.
For him, he was always burdened with this great privilege of being a hero. And you, you are the thing that makes everything he’s ever endured or sacrificed all worth it.
You need him to save you. Sure, you’re capable, and yes, you could make it on your own, but why make it harder than necessary? Why not just let the man who would lay down his life for you, honor you and take care of you for the rest of your days?
You’re so sweet. You’re such a light in these dark, dangerous times. Wyll will ensure you’re safely hidden away from all the danger that lurks beyond.
If that means Wyll is all you know of the outside world, then so be it.
Karlach:
Karlach is drawn to your spunk, the conviction you must possess to keep on fighting.
You remind her so much of her younger self, always eager, always ready for the next challenge. But alas, that’s what she fears.
Her eagerness blindsided her to the truth about Gortash. She didn’t see what was coming until it was too late. She can’t let that happen to you. She won’t.
Don’t you understand? No one else out there in the cruel, cruel world would tell you the truth. They are all self-serving and undeserving of your intentions.
Karlach knows her conditions aren’t ideal, living in hell never is. But please, try to understand.
A lifetime spent in hell at Karlach’s side is much, much safer than a world spent alone on the surface.
Shadowheart:
Shadowheart is drawn to your inexperience, your childlike innocence in which you believe all that she tells you.
She was always being taught that obedience mattered over intelligence. She thought such a statement was wrong but then, you came waltzing into her life.
You exemplify compliance. Every word, every thought she has you take to heart like gospel.
For you, there shall be no gods, no goddesses, no Shar or Selune to worship.
There will only be you and her.
La’zel:
La’zel, despite herself, is drawn to your kindness, your simplicity.
She thinks you are weak, and undeserving of her affections, yet she feels the need to seize you and shield you all the same.
Your flesh is soft, your heart is malleable, and your mind is guileless. Without her intervention, you would surely perish an otherwise avoidable fate.
No. She must keep you away from the others, away from their grasp.
It would be futile to try and navigate the world without her.
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i think Gale would 100% be Yandere first with modern reader (maybe cause in my first run, he was the first one to initiate romance with me)
Wyll would be Yandere fast too i think, when he see Reader à little lost and hopeless in this vast world i think it would wake things in him, and if we stand for him against Someone (not telling who so i dont spoil, its someone we see after saving Karlach) he would love us even more, maybe à little too protector tho
Gale would be more possessive tho he tell himself that he is possessive
I completely agree. While I won't be Romancing Gale for my first playthrough (I think I'm locked out of romancing him either way), I do see him as someone completely obsessive and possessive. I think since reader comes to him desperate to find a way home, he develops a deep care for reader. Eventually, he starts to believe that he understands the reader more than most. He knows the them, he knows about their wants and desires. He's delusional, and believes that he's protecting you by keeping you to himself and obsessively watching over your every move.
I've finally been able to recruit Wyll, since I was stupid and ignored him after first entering the Grove and then couldn't find him later. I was finally able to initiate the scene where he invades the camp once I recruited Karlach. Anyway, I really like him, and I do see as a protector type. Like, he literally spends his time teaching children how to protect themselves, and he changes his mind instantly when he realizes the Karlach is just trying to find her freedom. When it comes to reader, he views them as someone in need of protection. Unlike some of the others who judge reader for their weakness, Wyll doesn't judge you. I could see him helping you learn to fight or survive in the wild. As time goes on, he subtly tries to get you to depend on him more, protecting you in battle and taking care of your wounds. It doesn't matter how strong you get, he'll still baby you and view you as something helpless.
I could go into the other character if you all wanted, but honestly I could go on forever. Keep sending in stuff though, I love the ideas!
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More of druid Tav with Yan companions+ Raphael
Warnings; gender neutral Tav/reader, druid Tav/reader, yandere, yandere behavior, yandere relationship, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, injury, threat to life/limb, yandere companions, spoilers for act 1 companions, slight spoilers for a bit of the act 2 side quests,
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"This deal is with your vampire spawn friend, not you. I don't want you getting involved in this matter."
"I am the unofficial leader of this group and I refuse to let a cambion tell me I can't protect my companions."
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Raphael frowned deeply as he thought back on the light spat he had with the defacto leader of the illithid anomaly group. He had plans for the druid far beyond the defeat of the Absolute and their cultists. One could even say that he had formed an attachment to them far beyond what he should when it comes to the pawns of his game. To think, the powerful cambion- master of the chess board of life- has formed an affection for one of the pawns on his side of the board. Or perhaps, it would be better to assign them to the king piece. If his precious druid falls, so too does all of Baldur's Gate and the rest of the Sword Coast. He cannot afford to be put in check, least of all check-mate.
The Orthon he had set the group after had already appeared in his House of Hope as agreed upon. Now, he stood waiting for the group to return to their camp to hold up his end of the bargain.
He expected them to return quickly and they did exactly that, what he didn't expect was the group to return in a frazzled and rushed state. None of the odd group even glanced in Raphael's direction as the Githyanki and the Tiefling grabbed several bedrolls, laying them out on top of the other. The rest of the group was not far behind as they hurried into the camp, the human waving forward the rest with a frantic gesture.
"Come on, Astarion, hurry!"
"I'm fucking hurrying, Wyll! You try running with your arms full like this!"
The spat between the two made Raphael raise a brow, wondering just what all of the fuss was about. It wasn't until the vampire spawn lay what was in his arms on the bedrolls that Raphael even realized the weight of the situation. Laying limply with blood-marred skin was the beloved druid, clearly having suffered some kind of serious wound. Raphael knew the tell-tale jagged edges of the open injury on their soft body, one that could only be caused by an Orthon.
The half-elf cleric and the burly elf druid kneeled on either side of their unconscious leader, trying to use their various magics to staunch the blood flow. None of what they did seemed to be working and Raphael knew he would have to act or risk losing his precious druid permanently to the cruel hands of death. He was quick to shove the half-elf aside so he could access his favorite mortal and try to prevent the rapidly approaching end.
"Hey," Shadowheart snapped at the demon, "what the hells are you doing!?"
Raphael didn't even give a response to the upset woman, setting to reversing the damage done by his soon to be reformed minion. He had half a mind to just flay the minion that dare put such a wound on his precious druid, but he also knew others may take it as a sign of weakness. All he could do for the time being was try to help his little druid survive what- to most- is a mortal wound. Luckily for sweet (y/n) they had a powerful cambion lord on their side who could actually heal an Orthon caused wound.
For most, a direct attack from an Orthon causes death. Usually only a powerful cambion could reverse such a wound, lucky for them that Raphael was certainly a powerful cambion.
Where the healing efforts of the cleric and other druid had done little for the large wound, Raphael's touch managed to close the injury within moments. It had certainly been something that would have killed his favorite misadventurer and they had near infernal luck to survive up until reaching Raphael at their camp. Their sallow skin made his chest tighten as he searched for any sign of true recovery before he noticed their deep breaths, relaxing almost instantly.
"How did this happen?"
Raphael spoke in an even tone, but the hard edge to his words was not lost on those present. He wanted an answer and he expected nothing but the truth from them.
"It's our fault, really."
Gale spoke up, his tone bitter with resentment towards himself and the other companions responsible for allowing such an injury to befall the beloved druid. Where they had not inflicted such a wound, they were still the ones their leader was injured protecting. They all felt there was blame to share as they had not heeded the wise words of their leader and their leader paid the price for it.
"(Y/n) instructed us to not group up on the edge of the platform, but... we did anyway. That Orthon intended to shove us all off to the floor below and kill us, but (Y/n) blocked the attack with their own body, using themselves to absorb the attack."
Raphael felt a spark of annoyance flash in his mind, but decided to let it go in favor of focusing on his darling druid. They were slowly waking from their brief brush with death and seemed rather disoriented with the world around them. Their slowly trailing eyes fixed first on Raphael, a dazed and kind smile pulling at their lips as they reached out to him. He didn't pull away but watched in slight confusion as they rest their hand on his cheek.
"Raphael... thought angels were supposed to greet me when I died?"
Raphael couldn't stop the affectionate chuckle that escaped his lips, laying his hand over the druid's.
"Well, angels don't tend to save or greet the living."
"Save..? The Orthon magic... I figured it would take a devil to heal devil magic."
"If you figured as much, why didn't you call for me?"
"I doubt you would have shown."
The smallest wince from Raphael drew the attention of the onlookers, it only now dawning on them that Raphael may feel attached to (y/n) too. Some were in furious disbelief at the simple idea of this cambion bastard going after their dear leader. Some were impressed that their leader had ensnared the heart of a cambion. Even the cambion didn't want to believe how much he had begun to adore the druid that entranced all others to trust and adore them.
"For you, my favorite misadventurer, I will always show. Rest now, your body has healed but your mind will be fighting the Orthon influence for a days time. I will do what I can to ease your rest."
He was quick to wave a hand over the druid's head, quickly sending them into sleep before they could reply to his confession. Now he had to face their loyal pack and get them to concede to allowing the devil a fair chance at winning the druid's heart.
#kiame-sama#yandere#x reader#yandere x reader#reader insert#tw yandere#yandere bg3#bg3 yandere#bg3 yandere companions#yandere raphael
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My works
Sorted in alphabetical order based on the character's names, except when a work contains multiple characters, then you'll find it at the end of the list.
The most recent fics will be at the end of the character's list.
Gold ♡ is a traditionally written style fanfic [ usually crossposted to Ao3 ]
Red ♡ is a drabble/headcanon style Fanfic [ Not on my Ao3 ]
Pink ♡ is interactive stories
🎂 is an event related work
[ A -> Z ]
Arnell Hallowleaf
♡ Agape [comfort, romance]
Astarion
♡ To dance with you [heavy angst]
Dame Aylin & Isobel
♡ dealing with an overworked reader [fluff, poly]
Gale
♡ The Hanged Man [angst]
♡ cat food [ended]
Halsin
♡ Faux Innocence [smut]
Karniss
♡ Giving him a bath [fluff, angst]
Lorroakan
♡ general and smut headcanons [smut, fluff, dark content]
Minthara Baenre
♡ Smut headcanons [ Smut, nb!reader, Dom!minthara ]
♡ Secret confession [ Fluff, nb!reader ]
♡ Dead men's thrones [dark, smut, gore, durge!reader ]
♡ sleep cuddling [ Fluff, nb!reader, soft!Minthara ]
♡ Reflection [ smut, drama, cheating, Gale ]
♡ A beautiful webbing [smut, drider, dark]
♡ drider Minthara hc [fluff]
♡ Homewarming gift [smut]
Mizora
♡ Cucking Wyll [smut]
♡ XXX [smut]
Qudenos
♡ Red dragon smut hc [ heavy smut, nb!reader ]
Rolan
♡ Meta Magic Seduction [ smut, nb!reader, sub!rolan ]
Shadowheart
♡ Eager Plaything [ heavy smut, nb!reader, Dom!shadowheart ]
♡ Aftercare bath [ fluff, nb!reader, Soft!shadowheart ]
♡ pearly collar [ dark content, smut, nb!reader, dom!shadowheart ]
♡ she degrades you [ smut, nb!reader, dom!shadowheart ]
♡ shart au's reacting to a petname [ fluff, nb!reader ]
♡ wereshart and the full moon [ fluff, werewolf ]
♡ Werewolf Shadowheart HC [ fluff, werewolf ]
♡ Mysterious bag [ongoing]
Sorn Orlith
♡ Bad at sex [ crack, heavy smut, Afab!reader ]
Wyll
♡ With a shy Tav [fluff]
♡🎂 We die at the same time [angst, comfort]
♡🎂 Soft Yandere HC [dark content]
♡🎂 Heaven was made for two [fluff]
♡🎂 Into my arms [angst, TW: Self harm]
♡🎂 Karlach poly [fluff]
♡🎂 insecure tiefling Reader [angst, comfort]
♡🎂 girl dad Wyll [fluff]
Yurgir
♡ A rabbit braver than any wolf [smut]
Z'rell
♡ x reader headcanons [fluff, angst]
Several characters
♡ Asking to touch their ears [ fluff ]
♡ Putting makeup on them [ fluff ]
♡ How would they drink your blood [ suggestive ]
♡ Finding out you're ticklish [ fluff ]
♡ Giving them a hug [ fluff ]
♡ finding out you enjoyed being tickled [ fluff, fetish, smut ]
♡ reacting to a motherly reader [ fluff, afab!fem!reader ]
♡ Aftercare [ fluff, nb!reader ]
♡ how they act when they're sad [ angst ]
♡ reacting to Tav's younger sibling/child [ fluff ]
♡ tiefling reader losing a horn / eye [ hurt/comfort ]
♡ praising a shy Tav [ fluff ]
♡ with a teacher Tav [ fluff ]
♡ Accidentally calling them mom [fluff, platonic]
♡ Reacting to a fallen aasimar Tav [fluff]
♡ Dealing with a stressed Tav [fluff]
♡ Gifts they'd give you [fluff]
♡ taking you as their fake date [fluff]
♡ sharing a bed [fluff]
♡ taking care of the kids [fluff]
♡ aftermath of the breakup [suggestive]
♡ Companions with a Halfling Tav [fluff]
♡ early morning cuddling [fluff]
♡ early morning cuddling pt.2 [fluff]
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Druids are the most cunning in the camp. They often turn into animals. You can't resist cuddling their cute little faces. They get nose kisses and ear scratches. Sometimes you let them sleep next to you. Everyone else in the camp looks with envy at the arrogant predators who are constantly taking you away.
(Gale will not give up until he has turned over all the libraries of the world in search of a potion or spell that turns a person into an animal. Perhaps he will forget to find a way to get back in advance. But as long as you scratch his cat ears, he won't complain )
#yandere x reader#yandere bg3#baldur's gate 3 x reader#bg3 x reader#astarion x reader#gale x reader#wyll x reader#halsin x reader#shadowheart x reader#lae’zel x reader#karlach x reader#Jaheira x reader
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Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist
Key Guide for the stories!
🔞 = nsft
🧿= nc/dubcon
🌶️= spicy (may not get fully into it basically)
🌸= sfw content (this is a catch all for just in general things that are pretty safe)
✍🏻 = full fic
🗡️ = dark fic (could be yandere, could involve death. varies. read tags)
🏮 = monster stories
🍃 = intoxication
📖 = series in works
📕 = completed series
Astarion x Y/N (Drinking during climax)🔞🌶️
Astarion x Y/N (first time)🔞🌶️
Astarion x tabby (self-insert)(the camp blood drinking scene)🌶️
I Didn't Mean To Drop A Building On You: Tav x Astarion Scenario🌸
The Dark Urge: The Quest Begins🗡️
Kissing Astarion's Scars Until He Nuts lmao🔞🌶️
Gale Likes Corsets🌶️
Run. Rabbit, Run. Astarion x Tav Fic 🔞🌶️🗡️✍🏻
Cockwarming Astarion 🔞🌶️
Astarion takes too much too fast🔞🌶️
Gale x Tiefling!Y/N Tail Pulling🔞🌶️
Astarion Goes Feral Over Tav Getting Hurt🗡️
Astarion x Tav Spicy Prompt Dialogue 1🌶️
Gale x Tiefling Y/N with Freckles🌶️🔞
Gale Receives Some Good Cock Worship🔞🌶️
Wyll x Tiefling!Tav Power Play🌶️🔞
Astarion x Tiefling!Virgin!Tav🔞🌶️
The First Time Astarion Let You Hold Him🌶️🌸
PostGame!GalexTav Finally Going All Out🌶️🔞
Astarion Gets Drunk And Gets Angsty🍃🌸
Tav x Kar'Niss Breeding Kink🏮🌶️
In Understanding: Astarion smokes weed with Y/N and opens up a bit🌸🍃✍🏻
Gale sees Tav's Corset for the first time(I misread the assignment)🌸
Astarion Gets Horny on Tiefling!FR Blood🌶️🔞
Halsin x Tiny!FR Just…He's just destroying that woman🔞🌶️🏮
Halsin x Tav SDP: 18🔞🌶️
Astarion x Tav EATING DISORDER COMFORT✍🏻🗡️
Gale Holding Down Partner Thoughts🔞🌶️
Not Like I Did Yesterday: Astarion x Tav🔞🌶️✍🏻
Afki Saves The Party: Durge!OC✍🏻🗡️
Halsin x Astarion: Recognizing the Signs Ficlet🌸
Astarion x Xilfina: Learning Her Body🔞🌶️
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╰┈➤ Welcome !
Raven/Ray | he/they/it | 20 y/o | number 1 halsin & gortash enthusiast
requests: open
(requests can be sent in EN/PT/ES)
╰┈➤ Rules
I write for: All companions (now including Minsc!), Gortash, Orin, Raphael, Haarlep, Kar'niss, Dammon, Rolan, Zevlor, Alfira, Jaheira, Durge, and probably some others i forgot about </3
needless to say I won't do stuff like pedophilia, zoophilia, non-con or anything like that. I also won't do yandere.
NSFW however is totally allowed.
honestly just don't be weird. if you don't know if I'm comfortable with something, send it in and I'll let you know.
the reader is always gender neutral unless stated otherwise
I delete asks when I don't have any ideas for them, so if I didn't answer yours, this is why. You can send smth else though!
╰┈➤ Masterlist
HEADCANONS
- ,, # Astarion x Rogue! Reader
- ,, # General Dating Headcanons (Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin)
- ,, # General Dating Headcanons (Haarlep, Dammon, Rolan, Zevlor)
DRABBLES
- ,, # All I Want (Astarion x Reader)
— Where Cazador's spawn find out about your secret relationship despite Astarion's best efforts to hide it and keep you safe.
- ,, # Masochism Tango (Gortash x Durge! Reader)
— He throws a ball with only one purpose in mind: to see his favourite assassin again.
- ,, # Blood On My Name (Wyll x Cleric! Reader)
— You kill someone for the first time and he's there to comfort you.
#bg3#bg3 headcanons#bg3 x reader#bg3 masterlist#astarion x reader#gale dekarios x reader#halsin x reader#shadowheart x reader#laezel x reader#karlach x reader#jaheira x reader#karniss x reader#wyll ravengard x reader#raphael x reader#dammon x reader#rolan x reader#zevlor x reader#alfira x reader#orin the red x reader#dark urge x reader#durge x reader
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Ascended Astarion/Tiefling!Tav Pt. 1
Summary: A few years after the event with the Elder Brain, Tav find her lover is not the same. She feels it's in her best interest to leave him, but does he feel the same?
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
Notes: This is going to be a very angsty, very sad, and very dark story with multiple parts. I cannot imagine any sort of happy ending with Ascended Astarion, this is going to be reflected in my writing. I'm using the relationship my Tav had with him as a basis, so her appearance, class, and species will follow suit. Tav is a wizard.
Warnings: Astarion is not the sweet pea he used to be before his ascension, so fair warning, he'll be an absolute bastard. In this chapter, just expect angst and foreshadowing.
You thought by now the lurid amount of drinks you had stomached would have allowed for some reprieve in the troubled thoughts that had plagued you for weeks. There was an ample drone of chatter that filled the Elfsong this night, as patrons filled their tabs and relished in the drunken bliss that you could not share. You had come here to escape your worries, and only found yourself nibbling on the inside of your cheek.
It seemed there was no place where he left your mind, and now you were nothing more than a sad drunk lamenting over their own circumstance.
Your lover had the sweetest eyes, the most gentle smile.
Hair, softer than the clouds.
Teeth, whiter than the finest pearls.
And gods, that damned voice. It could make the heavens weep.
You were the luckiest girl alive to have such an exquisite creature and to call him yours. But, yet your gratefulness had been waning as of late, becoming entirely replaced with guilt. There was a strange kind of pain that followed when the images of your lover crossed your mind.
Your head throbbed at the mere thought of him. You could swear you felt the pain all the way to the tips of your horns.
How many nights had it been now, since you had seen his real smile? Weeks, surely, months, even. What graced your lovers lips was nothing more than a plastered copy, so perfect it belonged on a sculpture. It was perfect, and though you had always seen him as perfect, there was a strange artificiality to it, something procured from years of practice. And his eyes, well, they were never as kind anymore. You knew why the sight of him, or even the mere thought, caused this dull ache, though you only recently understood it.
It was grief, over something that no longer existed. Mourning for some kind of spiritual death. Though death had not truly claimed him, it was clear that he was not the man you loved. You mourned the ghost that still haunted you. What remained was just the mask he had so dearly clung to before becoming infected with the tadpole, like you, and the rest of your dear companions.
It was strange, you thought, to think you were happier when the risk of dying or becoming an Illithid weighed heavily each day. And to think now you would do near anything to go back to that time. To when your lover smiled as though it were more than just a lure to keep you trapped.
"You have not spoken much this night, she'lak," Lae'zel's imposing voice broke whatever conversation was being held at your table. Shadowheart and Wyll went silent upon her interruption, turning their attention to you as you took another drink from your pint that had gone flat by now. You twinged a brief smile at the nickname she had given you since you had met the gith. 'Do-gooder,' it meant; you still weren't quite sure whether or not it was meant in an endearing way. "Perhaps your drinking is getting to you."
"I still have a ways to go," You reassured her, trying to make your voice sound clear. It wasn't often that Lae'zel found enough time from her battle against Vlaakith to leave the astral plane and return to Baldur's Gate, but tonight was a rare exception. You felt guilty for not being able to enjoy her company to the full extent, but you couldn't help allowing the negativity to follow you even now, in the presence of your dearest friends and allies.
With few exceptions, it had been a vital effort on most people's part to remain in contact after the Elder Brain's defeat. Gale wrote to nearly everyone when he could not leave his tower in Waterdeep, and Karlach-- well, everyone knew Karlach's options. With much convincing, and with little time left, she had finally agreed to return to the House of Hope. Although it did not bring anyone any sort of joy in forcing the decision upon her, at the very least, she would not need to fight in the Blood War, and could regain a tiny sense of normality and peace with Hope.
Being the most adept in magical studies, you and Gale both had begun to research any possible way to free her of her insidious engine. That being a loophole or something to replace it entirely. Because of this, Gale wrote to you more often than anyone else. You missed him, disappointed he was held up again. He and his letters were one of the few comforts that you still found in your suffocating home. Rolan usually filled the spot for Gale physically, and you found comfort in the extensive library of Sorcerous Sundries.
You dreaded going back home tonight. That gods-awful palace that once imprisoned your very spouse, was now reclaimed in some sick kind of inheritance. Its very walls felt like a cold tomb; nothing could heal it of the suffering that had taken place for centuries. You were quite certain that no matter how drunk you became, you would never find joy within those staggering walls. You felt like a rabid animal, clawing at the walls of its enclosure whenever you entered there. Wholly trapped and subject to its masters whims. As though reading your mind, Shadowheart was the next one to speak.
"How has Astarion been faring?" Your eyes remain glued to the center of the table for a moment. He hadn't given anyone present the pleasure of his presence for a long time now. Though they would never be given a reason, you felt they each knew why.
Astarion had become something else entirely after entering Cazador's dungeon. That was truly the turning point, you mused bitterly. Those lives lost, thousands: men, women, children, all victims in the end. All regarded as little more than the price for true Ascension. And worse yet, you helped him. Thinking he could be anything better than his master. What a naive little wretch you were. Allowing thousands to die just so you could help make another monster. You think the alcohol was finally playing its part because your next words were some you had never thought you would say.
"I'm leaving him," You say it so forwardly, as though it were easy, as though you had been thinking it over for an eternity now, eyes still glued to the table, memorizing each groove and grain in the maple-stained wood. "I don't quite recognize who he is anymore."
It was strange, really. Your relationship was founded on deceit, him using you for protection, and finding sincerity along the way. But at one point, it was something real. It had once meant something to the both of you. To you, it still lingered. To your other half, you weren't certain anymore. You hadn't been for an agonizingly long time. Now, you hadn't been able to see yourself as anything more than a prized pet. A singular piece of gold that lay discarded amid the rest of his stashed wealth. Something to polish and hoard, but never to be spent. Perhaps a year ago, you would have burned the world down just to make him happy, but now, now you weren't even sure he still valued you as anything more than a means to survive. Silly, how it all devolved to the singular thing that began all of it. The singular thing that was never real.
"Your decision is wise," Lae'zel replies just as bluntly, taking a drink from her mug. You turn to read her face, and only find strong integrity within her eyes. She was confident in the assertion. There was never an air of uncertainty about Lae'zel. It was something you deeply admired about the woman. "Only a dog would waste it's time with table scraps. You would better spend your time finding a new meal than trying to lick up the crumbs of an old one."
"What I think Lae'zel means," Wyll clears his throat, trying to make Lae'zel's metaphor less crude. "Astarion is a changed man. If you have truly lost that connection, then you need to act in the best interest of your own happiness."
"K'chakhi, is that not what I said?"
You weighed both of their words for the rest of the night. You felt somewhat comforted, but it would do little beyond the moment in which it was allowed. Eventually, you began to depart, saying farewells until the next time you could see each other. It would be weeks until then.
"I know it's not much, but if you need a bed and a warm fire, you are always in the Ravengard Hall," Wyll placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling warmly as you stood underneath the sign to the Elfsong.
"Thank you, Wyll," You weren't really sure what else to say. You weren't even sure how to approach the matter to Astarion, or whether you had the resolution to go through with your claim of leaving him for good. The man lingered for only a moment longer before departing down the narrow streets of the sleeping city.
Lae'zel stepped in front of you after his departure, staring intensely into your eyes. It was hard to discern her emotions, everything about the gith was intense. You suppose that included her loyalty and support to her comrades.
"You are many thinks, she'lak," She spoke assertively, almost accusatively. Her shoulders were rolled back, and her stature oozed confidence and command, yet her golden eyes were soft as they bore into you. "But you are no dog, and you are no fool. Do not waste yourself with worthless scraps."
She did not wait for your response, simply flashing a tiny smirk at you before leaving the warm glow of the Elfsong behind. You listened to the rattling of her armor as she grew more and more distant.
"It's a shame," Shadowheart added once the other two had left, looking to you sympathetically. She put your hand between hers gently. "To see what he's become. I understand your pain. All of us do to an extent, seeing the perspective of something important to us change into something else entirely."
You realized the truth to her words. There was solidarity amongst your companions in that regard. Still, this was your problem, and there was only so much comfort they could offer. "Thank you, I-"
She cut you off before you could say anything else.
"Come to me for anything if you need my help," Her eyes were suddenly resolute, darkened by the furrow of her brow. Her grip on your hand tightened soundly, sealing the seriousness of her words. "I will not tolerate it if he harms you, in any way."
She pulled you in for a hug, wishing to see you again soon, and left you to think over her words. You understood the concern, but you were uncertain on how grounded they were within reason. Astarion had been cold, but you hadn't even considered how he might react to you leaving. You had only hoped he would only care as much as he cared about anything else lately: not at all. Her words made you uneasy though.
The draft from the chilly night air distracted you from your thoughts, reminding you that you still needed to make the trek home. With much trepidation, you adjusted your cloak, pulling the hood over your head, and began the long walk back. At the very least it would give you time to find your words.
Extra Notes: y'all i have like 600 hours of bg3 under my belt, and Astarion has been my ride or die the whole time. I was definitely not comfortable writing about him until I felt like I knew his character and his dynamics, so I am doing my best to make this realistic to him.
#astarion#astarion bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate astarion#bg3#bg3 astarion#bg3 companions#yandere#yandere astarion#yandere bg3#yandere baldur's gate 3#no use of y/n#lae'zel#shadowheart#wyll ravengard#bg3 wyll#bg3 rolan
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Yandere! Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist
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