#wyll fluff

Being of a high-born drow status, you'd always held yourself away from others. You couldn't disappoint your mother. Musn't give her cause to worry. Yet your heart still yearned for adventure and that is what you found. Adventure meant many things to you: freedom, discovery, and currently love. Your hand slid across Wyll's back, rubbing it comfortingly.

"You should go talk to him, Wyll."

"He doesn't want to see me. Not his son, turned into the very thing he hunted. A demon. A monster."

"Wyll," you murmured.

"I said no," he sighed, discouraged. "I'm sorry. I know you mean well. But... I'll wait until he seeks me out. I should give him time to get used to.. this."

Your lips pinched together and you nodded reluctantly.

~~~

The situation with Duke Ravengard reminded you of the crater within your own heart. You slipped from Wyll's arms and pulled your robe tight around you. Your slippers brushed across the floor as you stepped lightly toward the provisions, most specifically the wine. With minimal clinking from the bottles, you slipped one free and clutched it to your chest as you tiptoed out of the room.

You scaled the roof, nimbly hopping from shingle to shingle until you landed on the rooftop patio. You tightened your robe around you, keeping the chill out and started toward the small dining table. Your body tensed as you realized someone was already occupying one of the chairs. The Duke.

He looked different without his armor, less severe. You quietly approached, purposely dragging your feet to alert him of your presence. He turned around slowly, seemingly unsurprised that it was you.

"Ah, Tav. Quite a popular spot for late night thoughts, it seems."

"Sir."

"Ulder, please. Sit, sit."

You perched on the edge of the chair, sitting in companionable silence for a time before you decided to pop the cork from the bottle. You took a long drink and then promptly held it out to him as you dabbed at your mouth. His fingers wrapped around the neck and tilted it up to take a swig. He hissed as it went down and set it back on the table.

"Do you often come to drink on the rooftop, Tav?"

"Not as often as you might think, s- Ulder."

"And what brought you out here tonight?"

"I've... well. The situation between you and Wyll has brought up some feelings about my own parents. My mother was often busy and she sent my father away when I was young but still old enough to remember. It's just difficult to experience that loss again through Wyll."

"What do you mean? He hasn't lost me."

"Hasn't he?" Your eyebrow raised slightly. "You can't even look him in the eye for Lolth's sake."

Ulder's face looked stricken as your words bit at his heart. He was completely at a loss and sat in the silence, contemplating.

"I... he's just so different."

"But he's not. Yes, his appearance has changed significantly, but he's still the same boy he was on the inside. Now he's grown and coming into his own and he needs his father to guide him. You're completely missing out on the chance to love him and learn who your son is becoming."

"I- I didn't even think of it that way."

You took another sip and nodded, bitterly.

"Many parents don't. They see their children becoming something new, something that isn't necessarily an extension of them. They try to protect their children, but often end up stifling them or pushing them away."

Your lower lip trembled and you took another sip to hide the quivering.

"Just. Speak with him."

"Alright," he whispered. "First thing in the morning."

You nodded in agreement and stared out at what you could see of the city.

"You know, I never thought I'd be hearing a drow of all people successfully convince me to truly speak with my son again."

You laughed fondly and swirled the bottle, watching the liquid slosh around.

"Had you known me when I was younger, I might not have. But since being abducted and joining with the group, I've begun to think less of myself and more of others. I wouldn't be who I am now without their influence, and I am most certainly a better person because I have been loved by your son."

His eyes welled up and he nodded, satisfied. The remainder of the night was passed with the bottle traveling between the two of you until it was finished. Thankfully you had enough control of yourself to be able to slide off the roof to land outside your rooms. The Duke had promised to follow behind soon, so you pushed the door open and stepped through. Wyll spun toward the sound and rushed toward you, sliding his arms around your waist and yanking you close to him.

"Gods, I was so worried when I woke up and couldn't find you. Are you alright?"

He cupped your cheeks in his palms and searched your face. You patted his arms, holding onto his wrists as tears sprang to your eyes.

"What is it, darling?"

His face turned panicked as he murmured soothingly to you and brushed your tears away.

"I just love you, Wyll. So much."

His grin shone brighter than the sun as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

"And I love you. Aren't you the sweetheart? Would you- Father?"

Ulder Ravengard stepped up, clapping Wyll on the shoulder. Wyll froze, turning toward his father and keeping a hand wrapped around one of yours.

"How would you like to have breakfast together? At that bakery like we used to?"

"But father, are you sure? I wouldn't want to embarrass you."

Wyll's brows were drawn together, his face earnest and despondent. Ulder Ravengard swallowed thickly before cupping the back of Wyll's head and stepping closer.

"My son, I could never be ashamed of you. Just let me get changed first and then we can be on our way." He turned slightly before pausing and looking back over his shoulder. "I'm very pleased with your choice of partner, Wyll. I think you make quite the pair."

Wyll threw open the tent flaps and looked down at you, wide-eyed. You were sitting on the floor with a thin blanket draped over your shoulder, concealing your bare torso. Your shirt was in one hand and a threaded needle in the other. You paused your mending at his sudden entrance and smiled adoringly at your partner. You and Wyll had been together for some time now and this expression was one you hadn't seen before.

"Erm, hello there. Are you alright?"

He quickly turned and tied the tent flaps together before kneeling in front of you. You set your shirt aside and pulled the blanket tighter around you, now a bit worried. He stared at the ground for a moment before looking up at you, apprehension in his eyes.

"I was listening to Gale by the fire. He was saying something about how battles can cause heightened emotions and it can intertwine with other desires. It got me thinking about today. When you slayed our foes and stood there so powerful... so intense. And I... felt something for you then."

You reached out a hand and held his, giving it a squeeze.

"Well, spit it out, Ravengard," you teased.

"I care for you, Tav."

You sat back, worry dissipating slightly.

"Oh, Wyll. I know that. Everything's okay between us, isn't it?"

He was already shaking his head before you stopped speaking.

"No, Tav."

He leaned closed and brushed his lips over the bare skin of your neck.

"I crave you so... adamantly," he growled in your ear. "I almost feel ashamed of how I can barely control myself around you. I want you. I so desperately need you."

He pulled back with a sigh before continuing.

"But you and I deserve better than a quick romp in the woods. I want to take you into the city and have a nice meal. To dance with you under the moonlight. And when our hunger and thirst are sated, I want to take you home. You deserve silk sheets, a soft bed, hells, a solid roof over your head. But gods sometimes when I look at you, when I see your eyes so bright and your heart so fierce- I have to stop myself from taking you right then and there.

Your heart pounded, head buzzing as your thoughts raced. You grabbed his collar and yanked him forward, fell back and pulled him on top of you. He froze in shock as your lips trailed under his jaw. When the blanket slipped down, exposing so much skin that his heart was set aflame, he sat back on his heels, unable to pry his gaze from your body. You grinned at his widened eyes and when he licked his lips, you felt a clenching low in your belly.

"I want that too, Wyll. And I feel exactly the same. My Blade of Frontiers, you are so bold, so brave. When I see your compassion for all beings, when I see you run our enemies through or eldritch blast them off a cliff," you chuckled softly before speaking again. "Well, I would take you on the battlefield in front of everyone without a care in the world. This tent is neither battlefield nor soft bed. But you're here. As am I. I don't think we should begrudge our bodies for desiring each other so immensely. So I have a proposal for you. Do you trust me?"

He softened and brushed a hand over your knee.

"Always, my love."

You smirked slightly in attempt to hide the nerves fluttering inside.

"Take off your clothes," you commanded softly.

"My... my what?"

You leaned forward, crawled to him, and placed your hands on both of his thighs.

"Take off your clothes, Wyll. I want to see you."

He tried to discern your plan as he tugged his shirt over his head, slipped off his shoes and began to unlace his trousers. He watched you lean forward as you bit your lip eagerly while watching him undress. He slowly slid his trousers down and over his thighs before kicking them off. His cock hung heavy between his legs and he blushed, a bit shy, as your eyes drank him in. A moan escaped your lips and he smirked this time, thrilled that he could evoke such a reaction from you.

You patted the space in front of you for him to kneel down. You slipped the blanket off your shoulders, now completely bare from the waist up. You heard a sharp intake of breath and glanced up to see him leaned forward. He was slightly hardened now and his cock twitched under your attention. He absentmindedly reached to wrap his fingers around himself, but you grabbed his wrist before he could.

"Not yet."

"Tav," he whined.

He looked at you, confusion across his face, as he tried to restrain himself long enough to discover what you were trying to do. You stood in the tent and shimmied out of your trousers. You sat down and leaned back on the pillows, spreading your legs wide before him. Your ankles brushed the sides of his thighs. He leaned down, mouth intent on the apex of your legs, but you stopped him with a foot raised and pressed gently against his chest.

"Not tonight, my love."

His body was desperate for you now. He was nearly on his hands and knees, about to lower himself over you, all his previous worries be damned. He lifted your foot as he sat back, pressing a kiss to your ankle before setting it down beside him once more.

"I don't understand, Tav. What is this torment? That you should be laid out as a feast before me and not allow me a single bite.. It's more than I can bear."

You smiled at him, taking pity on his clearly aching body. Precum glistened at the tip of his shaft.

"Touch yourself. I want to watch."

He gaped at you, unsure of this new territory you'd ventured into together. Taking the lead, you reached between your legs and dragged your fingers lightly over your arousal. A soft whimper left your mouth as your eyes fluttered shut and your hand drifted up to pinch your nipple.

Wyll's breathing was heavy as he watched. After grasping your intentions, his fingers tightened around his swollen length. His hand pumped slowly as he watched you pleasuring yourself. You gasped quietly when his free hand gripped under your knee. Your eyes snapped open and you grinned lazily at him. Your sense were so heightened, your brain so foggy that it was incredibly difficult to form a coherent sentence.

You focused on his movements and soft noises before lacing your fingers with his and saying, "Thank you. For being vulnerable with me. I love you."

His eyes filled with emotion. Enraptured, he leaned over you to press a passionate kiss to your mouth. Your knuckles brushed together as he thrusted into his hand. Your hips bucked up, greedy and aching for completion. You held the back of his neck, keeping him close. His quiet groans were music to your ears as his hips rolled in a steady rhythm. His legs brushed between yours and your back arched, pressing you against his chest. A pitiful whine escaped you as you clenched around nothing.

"Soon, Tav. We will have our night and all the ones after that."

You nodded and writhed as his hand dragged against your arousal.

"Mm," he moaned. "Dripping for me?"

You nodded again, weak under his touch. His fingers danced lightly over your sex and your lower lip poked out in a small pout. Your eyes were half-lidded with lust as he pulled his hand from you and put his fingers in his mouth. He sucked on them and let out a groan.

"You taste even better than I imagined."

A sheen of sweat glistened across his skin. His fingers were now covered in spit and his hand lowered between your legs once more. He held them just outside of your entrance and glanced up, a silent request for consent.

"Please," you begged.

He thrust his fingers inside gently. He spread your legs wider with one hand and made a slow scissoring motion with the other. He watched your blissed-out expression and grinned cheekily. The grin dropped from his face immediately when you reached forward to tug on his cock. Your other hand moved back between your legs and you matched your rhythm with Wyll's. His fingers hit deep inside you and you cried out as he curled them slightly, dragging them against your walls. He was lost to the pleasure between you and was only brought back when your legs startled to tremble around him.

He glanced down at your flushed skin, continuing his rhythm until you reached for his hand and pulled it up to brace beside you, bringing him closer. He held his cock steady against his stomach and lowered his body fully against yours, seeking sweet friction. His length rubbed between your legs and his hips rolled, matching the same speed his fingers had been pumping just moments ago.

"Wyll.. Wyll," you cried.

You clung to him with your arms and legs, keeping him tight against you as he he rocked his hips against yours.

"It's alright, Tav," he murmured. "I'm here. Let go."

Your body had waited so patiently for release and you were well rewarded with the climax that arrived, jolting through your entire being as you trembled around him. When your body relaxed around his, his pace picked up slightly as he chased his own release. His cock rubbed against your overstimulated arousal for a few moments more until he called out your name. You felt every spurt of his twitching cock as he came on your stomach.

In the blissful silence after, only your heaving breaths could be heard. When he pulled away, he reached for a cloth from his pack and gently wiped you off before taking care of himself. You gazed at each other as you came down from your highs. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses to your searing skin.

"Thank you, Tav. Thank you for sharing this with me."

A bashfulness came over you and your eyes darted away from him.

"You don't regret not waiting?"

His face fell at your worry and he lifted you with ease to hold you against his chest.

"Never. Experiencing this physical intimacy with you, my life partner, feels like more than I ever thought I could possibly have. I love you. Always."

He lifted your chin and kissed you with a tenderness you'd never known before him. He pulled the blanket around your shoulders, grabbed soap from his bag, and pulled his trousers back on. He untied the tent flaps and helped you up, scooping you up into his arms once you stepped outside. You held the blanket tight around you as he carried you toward the water.

"Let's wash off and then get some rest."

Your body always seemed cold. When you were in motion, diving through the heat of battle, you never seemed to notice. At night, though, that's when it became almost unbearable. You had put your extra thick socks and lined slippers on and were about to pull on your gloves when you noticed Wyll sitting by the fire. He sipped his wine and lingered in his thoughts as he watched the flames.

A mischievous grin crept across your face as you tip-toed over to stand behind him. You stuck your hands down the collar of his shirt, making him still and hiss in shock. He laid his free hand across both of yours and rubbed gently.

"Hells, Tav! What's wrong with your hands?"

You pulled them out and looked at the front and back of them before shrugging and dropping beside him. "Poor circulation, probably. Astarion has been taking a bit more blood lately."

He frowned and set his glass down before taking your hands in his and blowing warm air on them. He rubbed them between his palms and sighed.

"You shouldn't have to bear being so cold, Tav. Come on."

He kept your hands in his and guided you to his tent where furs and a wide padded bedroll were already prepped for sleep. His hands went to his hips as he sighed at you again.

"It's beyond me why you didn't bother getting a tent when we stopped at that merchant."

You scoffed and narrowed your eyes at him.

"I thought I might try to live as the druids do, sleeping under the stars and enjoying nature's gifts."

He laughed at your impression of Halsin, your chest puffed out and voiced lowered. Your shoulders slumped as you peeked through the tent flap to analyze the shadowlands.

"Not many of those around here, though, Ravengard. All dark and gloomy and much much colder than the forest."

He listened as you rambled a bit about the journey and how silly you had been for not getting a tent when you had the chance. He slid his boots off and moved under the covers, holding a hand out for you to come closer.

"Ooh," you grinned as you scooted in closer and yanked the furs up to your chin. "Are we going to cuddle tonight, Wyll?"

He covered up his shock with a laugh. "It's just for warmth, Tav. Nothing so exciting as your nights with Astarion, I'm sure."

You frowned at his hidden tone and said, "If I didn't know better, I'd say that sounds a bit like jealousy, Wyll."

He didn't speak to you again, instead staring up at the ceiling of the tent, lips pursed slightly. With mildly wounded pride, you turned your back to him and tried to fall asleep. The silence stretched, both of you too incredibly aware of the other and the minuscule space between your bodies.

You started to tremble as the cold set deeper in your bones and curled up on yourself. He shifted behind you and slid an arm around your waist, tugging you back against him.

When you let out a squeak of surprise, he cleared his throat, voice gruff, and mumbled, "For warmth."

You let him hold you, remaining still while his breath steadied behind you. When your eyes started fluttering shut, you whispered, "It's too bad you aren't. Jealous, I mean. I wouldn't feel so silly for harboring such affection for you."

His gasp was like thunder in the silence. You realized he hadn't been sleeping like you thought. All you could do was freeze in place and snap your eyes shut, pretending to have fallen asleep. He rose up behind you, propped on an elbow and gently tugged at your shoulder to roll you back.

"What did you say?" Hesitation permeated his voice as he wondered if he imagined it.

Your eyes squinted shut as you bit your lip. He shook your shoulder gently.

"Tav. Tav, look at me."

"I can't. Shh, Wyll. I'm sleeping."

"Actually, you look quite constipated."

Your jaw popped open in mock affront and he chuckled, brushing a thumb over your jaw, waiting for you to turn your attention to his face. When you did, you realized he looked a bit scared.. but maybe hopeful, too.

"Okay, fine, force it out of me if you must. I.. like you. More than a little bit. And there's nothing going on with Astarion and me. He just does better when he has blood in his system and I also don't have to hear how whiny he gets without it."

Your hand moved to his bicep that was propped next to you. You squeezed gently before meeting his gaze again. "I didn't want it to get in the way of our journey, but if I've learned anything lately, it's that we aren't promised tomorrow. And I think I want today and as many days as possible.. with you."

He tried to fight the grin forcing itself on his face. He flopped back down next to you and rolled you to face him. His hand remained at your waist where your shirt had slid up. He rubbed your skin gently, the heat of his fingers pleasurable in more ways than one. He brought you closer, sliding his arm around your back.

"I must confess that I have admired you since the moment you stood atop that hill and shot down all those goblins. You protected people you didn't even know. And I knew then that your heart was one of a warrior. I think your hands and feet might be those of a frost salamander, but I like you. Lizard hands and all."

Your mouth dropped open again and you playfully shoved at his chest, pretending offense. He caught your hand and kissed it, holding it to his heated cheek. Your head tipped back slightly and you leaned in halfway, waiting for him to meet you.

"Just the one," he said, his voice rough in the dark tent.

You couldn't help your smile as he came to you, lips crushing yours in a tender kiss. He clutched you to his body and rolled halfway on top of you. You clung to his delicious warmth and arched slightly against him. The kiss was broken too soon and you both panted for breath, unable to free yourselves from the way your hearts stretched toward the other. His voice was husky with barely concealed desire as his lips traveled to your ear.

"Stay in my tent from now on?"

***

To preface: Durge is 100% confused and barely remembers their own name. That leads me to believe that they'd be even more uncertain about the world around them and constantly on the defensive. I also believe that due to their violent history and lore, they probably didn't grow up with any sort of kindness/gentleness, so anything like that would be incredibly unfamiliar to them.

You're initially very skeptical of the man who leaps off of rocks, saying heroic things, but soon enough you settle because his energy is so calming. Wyll's presence is steady and it's unsettling because you're so unfamiliar with it.

When Karlach talks about how much she wants to touch someone, it makes you curious, wondering why it's so desirable. How could you want something you've never really known?

Your mindset starts to change one day when Wyll hands you a bowl of Gale's stew and his hand brushes yours. Your skin tingles and you end up focusing on the moment all night.

The next day, you lose your footing and reach out to latch on to something. Wyll is quick to the rescue and grabs your elbows to pull you close and steady you. Your body tries to refuse the new intrigue coursing through you, but your hands grip his arms in a mirror of how he's holding yours. "Hm," you say before walking off.

That night, you end up beside Wyll at the campfire while eating and are forced to scoot closer to be able to sit on the log with him. His body heat cuts the chill from you and you end up leaving your arm pressed against his, surprised at your disappointment when dinner is over and he gets up to wash the bowls.

The night is cold and you end up pulling your bedroll right next to Wyll's. When your hand stretches out, it brushes his and you freeze, but he doesn't move. He's secretly peeking at you from the side, fighting a smile from his face. You end up linking your pinkie through his and staying close the whole night.

The next morning feels a bit awkward until Wyll pats you casually on the shoulder. You grab his hand, startling him and stare at his palm, analyzing it and trying to see what magic he must hold in his body to make you feel like this. Your brow furrows as you squint at it, making him laugh. He brushes a thumb over your forehead, smoothing it. "You've been making that face a lot lately, Tav. Keep on and your face'll get stuck like that."

In the days after as you cross the wilderness, he stays close to you, walking beside you at the back when you let someone else take the lead. Your arms end up brushing against each other, but neither of you makes a move to step away. Eventually, your hands brush and your pinkies link again. Wyll ends up swinging your arms between you, happy when you smile at the new pleasant feeling.

At the tiefling party, he tries to hide from the group, so much on his mind, but is so so delighted when you make time for him. When you ask for a kiss, he's hesitant because he doesn't want to overwhelm you or your boundaries so he says, "Just the one," and waits for you to come to him. For the rest of the night, your lips burn where they touched his.

The Shadowlands were full of all manner of intimidating creatures. When the Meazels garroted you and your party members and teleported you away from each other, you were hit with a momentary panic until you ran from the old building and saw Wyll. He immediately rushed to you, pulling you close in a hug. He pressed his cheek against your shoulder and hid how worried he was for you, not realizing you were doing the same.

At the inn, he'd invite you for walks along the edge of Isobel's spell to be away from everyone. The urges often overwhelmed your mind and he wanted to help you stay calm so you didn't feel as murder-y.

At nights at the fire, you'd walk up behind him and drape yourself over him as he sat on a log, seeking warmth from him, your chin tucked over his shoulder. When your arms wound around his neck, he'd reach up with the hand that isn't holding his wine and squeeze your wrist comfortingly then leave his hand resting there.

You'd gradually get closer every night, your bedrolls always right beside each other. Eventually the cold gets to be too much and you wake up, having burrowed under his blanket curled against him.

When you left him at camp and came back from fighting Malus, he was incredibly alarmed to see all the cuts over your skin. He immediately jumped into helping you take off your armor and helping you heal and bandage your injuries.

You were a bit hesitant to accept his dance invitation because as far as you could remember, you'd never danced before. Good thing he was incredibly charmed by you and brought you closer for a more intimate dance. Your body yearned to be even closer for him and you couldn't stop yourselves from finishing the dance with a kiss.

He never came back to bed after the dance, leaving you tossing and turning all night, unused to not having his warm presence at your side. When he came to find you the next morning, you were sulking, your mind unintentionally pulling away due to exhaustion and worry about not having him near you. He soothed everything with a sincere apology and a hug. Wyll always holds you until you are ready to let go.

Was ecstatic when you started lacing your fingers through his, tugging him along with you and showing him that you felt more secure around him now.

After his confession to you, you allowed yourself to be even closer to him, which he welcomed eagerly. In the mornings, you'd wake up and be curled up on top of him or clinging to him like a koala. The other party members would often laugh good-naturedly at the two of you so wrapped up together.

When you blushed from their teasing, Wyll would start kissing your cheeks, enamored by you, which would then make you blush even harder.

He would be so eager to walk with you through the city, finding the best food stands that you never got to go to when you lived in the temple.

He would dance with you in the street to street musicians or no music at all.

He'd ask Alfira to play on the roof of the Elfsong and slow dance with you under the stars as he held you close.

Wyll's a bit touch-starved as well. Since your relationship became a bit more solidified, he'd have a hand on you at all times. Definitely strikes me as enjoying subtly laying claim to his partner with his hand resting on your knee or gripping your thigh.

You both love holding the other person, having them tucked against your side. Some nights before bed, he likes to sit with his head in your lap as your fingers work through his hair.

You both would definitely stay in the same bed, the others teasing you about not doing anything with them in the same room, but honestly, you just lay there and stare at each other, limbs tangled and resting in each other's presence.

After he proposes, he makes sure to prioritize time for the two of you even more, even if it's just a drink with you tucked against his side in a corner of the tavern.

Would absolutely take you to a bath house and pay for a private bathing room. (This is where I had to pause to calm myself enough to keep writing lmao) Just imagine Wyll pressing you up against the side of the small bathing pool, kissing you breathless. oof.

Wyll would take such good care of you and help you become okay with touch again, to realize that hands can be gentle instead of harmful and that it's okay to let people take care of you. He'd understand that sometimes touch might be too much, but when you start to seek him out more and more, he would barely be able to contain his excitement.

(Also, writing this as if his pact was broken and his father was rescued from the Iron Throne.)

Wyll had been quiet since leaving the Iron Throne. His father had been rescued in the nick of time and had been shocked to come face to face with his son, unable to hide his revulsion at the sight of Wyll's demonic appearance. Wyll sat quietly on the edge of his bed, legs swinging as he stared at the wall. He flopped back and sighed deeply as his eyes fluttered shut. The bed dipped as you sat beside him. He turned his head to meet your eyes and slid his arm around your waist.

"Hey, you," he whispered.

Your fingers gently scratched his scalp before you cradled his head in your hands.

"You alright?"

"Hm, I will be, I think."

While Wyll's father seemed to accept his son after their tadpoles connected and showed him Wyll's past, it was evident that he was still reeling from the duke's initial reaction. All he'd ever wanted was his father's approval, to be able to help the city that he'd been raised in.

"You want to get out of here?"

Your voice was low in his ear and he squeezed your hand where it now rested on his chest. He sat up slowly and placed a hand on the back of your neck, bringing you closer to press a kiss to your forehead.

"I do, but I think I need to go by myself."

Your shoulders slumped in dismay and he rubbed your back soothingly.

"I'll be alright, I promise. Just need to be alone for a bit and take care of some things. I'll be back soon."

He lifted up the blankets and tucked you in with a kiss on your cheek before he departed. You curled up and burrowed down under the covers, surrounded by his smell. Your heart ached for him, seeing inside to the boy so desperate to be loved.

~~~

You were shaken awake some time later. The room was mostly dark with the exception of a few candles. Wyll was crouched beside the bed and his fingers were stroking up and down your spine.

"You're back." Your voice came out in a whisper with your cheek mushed against the pillow.

"I am," he smiled softly. "I was going to take you somewhere, but we can stay here tonight. You seem exhausted."

You sat up, startling him in the process, and reached over the side of the bed to find your sandals. He laughed quietly as you fumbled in the dark and helped you put them on. You stood quickly and looped your arm in his, tugging him out of the room with you.

"Eager, aren't you?" He said with a chuckle.

"Of course I am, Wyll Ravengard! We haven't had a moment truly alone since.. gods, has it really been since the Shadowlands?"

He frowned, contemplating. "It appears so." He halted at the top of the steps right outside your rooms. I am so terribly sorry. I think I've been neglecting you, but I promise I didn't mean to." He leaned down to kiss your cheek and whispered in your ear, "And I have something in mind to make it up to you."

You followed him through the streets and out of the city to where a large tree stood in a copse. It was tucked away, a refuge from the chaos of the city. He took your hand and guided you under the shelter of the tree. A picnic blanket was spread out with a small basket waiting. Lanterns were placed sporadically around the area, casting a warm glow on your faces. You turned to admire the tree, pressing a hand against the bark.

When you turned back, Wyll was on one knee holding a small acorn out in front of him. Your body tingled, eyes widened in shock as you took in the sight before you. You had frozen in your movement and he laughed nervously at your surprised expression. He gently took your hand with his free one and rubbed his thumb over the back.

"I've been thinking lately. Often. Thinking of you and us and what a future together might mean. There's been so much uncertainty along our journey. So many foes and unknown forces always working against us, yet you've managed to meet them blow for blow every time. I would never wish for you to go it alone, but the truth is that you're more than capable. You are the heart of this adventure, of my adventure.

"You are a blessing, the likes of which I have never known. You are a force, one which would tear down mountains and lay waste to enemies to protect those you love. And you are a haven, one that I have sought for so long and did not realize until you stood before me as a light in the darkness, a beacon of hope. Your strength bolsters my own and I cannot imagine life without you. I do not wish to go through my days without you at my side for all the battles, big and small."

He looked at the acorn held between his fingers. A fond smile tugged at the corners of his lips before his gaze returned to yours.

"My mother always said that the Wilden Oak acorns held a touch of wishing magic. Would you grant me my most earnest wish? I told you once that there would be another time for us. There is no better time than now. If you feel the same... will you marry me?"

Tears were now streaking down your face and you swiped at them, surprised by the ardor that consumed your soul. You knelt down in front of him and cupped his face in your hands and pressed your forehead to his as tears continued to slide down your face.

"Yes," you whispered. "Yes, yes, yes, Wyll."

His lips split into a smitten grin and he touched his lips to yours, pulling you close by your waist. He moved one hand to the back of your neck, cupping it, and sighed happily into your mouth. His touch was gentle and filled with a new nervousness. He kissed your cheeks, your nose, your forehead and finally your lips.

"Lay with me," he murmured as his lips brushed over yours. "Under the stars, among the wilderness so reminiscent of where we first met. Allow me your body along with your heart, Tav. Please," he begged.

Your hands slid around his back, under his shirt as you helped him remove it carefully over his horns. He wrapped the acorn carefully in it and set the bundle aside. He took your hand and brought you to your feet before he helped you unlace the front of your shirt, loose enough to slip over your head. Your skin lined with goosebumps from the chill in the air and he held you close. Your bare torsos pressed together and you warmed quickly at the fire within.

His lips stayed on yours as his hands traveled down to untie your trousers. His hands shook as he fumbled in the dark and with a small laugh of delight, you helped him along shucking off your sandals, then sliding the trousers down your legs and off to the side. He stepped back a moment to admire you and his neck flushed. His darkened gaze roamed lazily over you, drinking in each bit of skin. He softened at your willing vulnerability and although suddenly shy, he removed the rest of his clothing.

It felt as if the world held its breath along with the two of you, allowing a moment: just one where the evils couldn't touch you, where the only focus was that pleasure be given to the one dearest to your heart. He took you in his arms, reveling in the touch of your skin against his.

"I've wanted this.. You. For so long. Hells, I didn't know if I could hold out. But we deserve more than just a few stolen moments. You are a soul worthy of adoration," he uttered as his hands caressed your hips. "Your mind deserves praise. Your body... gods, your body. Reverence."

His breathlessness was contagious and soon you were gasping for air as he pulled you to him, leaning forward so you arched against him and his lips met your neck. Your legs quivered and he pulled back, a roguish grin across his face. He straightened up and kissed you softly before he laid down on his back and held out his arms for you to come to him. You straddled him and he groaned as you rubbed against his arousal.

The throbbing between your legs was nearly painful, the hardness of his cock making you ache for him even more. As your hips moved over him, his face turned blissful, his head thrown back.

"Gods, you're gorgeous anytime, but especially in the moonlight. I think we should always make love like this."

You smiled, laughter bubbling up out of you as you leaned down to press a kiss to his jaw. Your lips moved to his ear as your hips ground against his.

"We have all the time in the world, Wyll Ravengard. Maybe you'll find some other way you like to have me."

The tips of his fingers dug into your thighs as he spread your legs further and thrusted up against you.

"I sincerely doubt that, Tav. This feels as close to the heavens as I might ever be able to get. I'll never forget this," he trailed off with a whimper as your arousal brushed over his.

"Dripping already?" he whispered. "I feel every bit of you. Every tender bit of you that I've been so desperately craving. You have no idea just how much-"

You cut him off with a kiss before reaching in between your bodies to wrap your fingers around him. He let out a choked gasp, gaze narrowing playfully on yours. You grinned cheekily and bumped your nose against his.

"If this is any indication, my love, I think I do."

"Say it again," his voice became husky, demanding.

"My love," you whispered. "My love, my love, my love," you murmured against his skin as you covered him with your kisses, the invisible marks of intimacy.

He grabbed your hips and quickly flipped you over, caging you in his arms as he kissed your chest, tongue flicking over your nipples. Now it was your time to squirm under his attentions. He was eager, his breath hot on your skin. Soft moans and whimpers left your mouth as your legs spread wide around his hips.

"That's it, Tav. Let me hear you."

Your face darkened as you watched him let go, too. His hoarse moans resonated in your mind as his fingers stroked you. He sat back, chest heaving and reached for his small pack beside the blanket. He poured a generous amount of oil on his hand, coating his fingers that he placed at your opening. His forehead came back down to meet yours, your breath mingling in the quiet night.

"I've got you. Always."

After a quick nod of consent, you felt his fingers prod gently at you, feeling for your limit. He stretched you carefully, slipping two fingers inside. You clenched around him, legs shaking with a bit of nerves.

"Easy," he murmured, pausing his movements. "You alright?"

You nodded and his fingers pressed deeper into you. His motions were slow and precise, almost torturous because of how desperately you wanted him. After what felt like ages, he felt you more relaxed and ready for him. When he pulled back, he reached for more oil and you watched him rub it on his straining cock that was thick and rested against his stomach. He moaned when he saw you rubbing yourself in response.

When he leaned down over you, you felt the head of him nudging at your entrance. He reached between to guide himself in and watched as your eyes rolled back, as you breathed heavily and took him in. He rocked steadily, easing deeper and deeper into you until he was fully seated. You both sighed as he settled on top of you for a moment. You both panted, exhilarated from just these simple movements. You lifted your hips slightly and rolled them against his.

"Mmf," he grunted. "Stop moving."

Your movements ceased as your brow creased with concern.

"Are you hurt, Wyll? Is something wrong?"

He laughed weakly, fists balled up beside your head where he was propped on his elbows.

"If you move.. gods, Tav. I don't know that I can hold on for much longer."

You fought the grin trying to plant itself on your face. "Oh, shall we lay here like this all night, then?"

He tried and failed to glare at you, causing the both of you to burst into giggles.

"Why do you torment me so when all I wish is to love you, hm?"

His teeth nipped at your earlobe and down your neck. You squirmed under him, unintentionally and he groaned again. Your hips rocked against his and his shoulders slumped in relief as he allowed himself to match your motions. He pulled back slightly and thrust in deeper, causing your body to slide up. He gripped your hips and tugged you toward him on his next thrust, not letting you get away this time. You gasped and grabbed his biceps, eyes shutting quickly.

"Let me see you," he implored.

You forced open your eyes, suddenly timid under the full force of his attentiveness. He smiled fondly.

"That's it. I love you. So. Much," he punctuated each word with a thrust, causing you to cry out.

He shuddered and leaned over you, lips returning to your ear.

"Touch yourself, Tav. Do this with me, pleasepleaseplease," he whimpered.

Your hand reached down once more and as you found your rhythm, he began to match it, his thrusts timed with your motions. He was so lost in you, eyes half-lidded and glazed over. He breathed heavily as he tried to contain himself, making every effort to wait for you. When your legs started to tremble around him, he gripped you close and your free arm slid around his back.

"Now, Wyll," you whined. "Please.. with me.." you wheezed.

As you clenched around him, lost to your climax, you felt him release inside you. He murmured incoherent strings of words: his adoration, his desperation, his unadulterated craving to always have you around him just like this. When the ringing in your ears abated, your eyes focused on him. He was lovestruck, smiling like a complete fool at you as he brushed his thumb over your lips.

He kissed you quickly with a murmured 'thank you' before he eased out of you. You both whimpered at the loss of contact, but he was quick to pull you against him, his chest pressed to your back. He pulled the corner of the blanket up and over you, wrapping you tightly together. He felt you turning limp in his arms, eyes drooping with imminent slumber. He kissed your shoulder gently and nuzzled your neck.

Your camp clothes were tucked under your arm as you walked to the river. All of the party members seemed to be in bed and you'd taken the opportunity to go wash. The stars shone high above, leaving you breathless as you rounded the rock to approach the shore.

You stopped suddenly in your tracks, your feet crushing the sand underneath. Wyll stood shirtless by the shore in the moonlight. His hair was undone, the dark coils damp as he attempted to work around his new horns with a comb.

"Damnit all!" He dropped the comb and hung his head, the aura of frustration radiating off of him.

You slowly moved toward him and crouched to pick up the comb. He stiffened at your approach and turned away from you.

"I'd rather be alone tonight, Tav."

"Alright, I just thought.. well if there's anything I can do to help, I'm here for you."

A wry smile tugged at one side of his lips. "Very sweet of you, but I think this is my burden to bear alone."

"Stubborn as anything, Wyll Ravengard."

"Guilty in this instance," he said with a laugh.

You watched his face return to a somber expression and reached out, placing the comb in his hand. Your fingers lingered, brushing against his as the darkness hid your longing.

You and Wyll had grown closer since you had first met at the grove. He remained near you, covering your weak spots and helping you with your movements. He even had opened up more emotionally, yet every time you tried to engage him in a deeper conversation, he would always pull away.

His fingers shook at the graze of yours and they flinched, almost as if he wanted to wrap his hand around yours, but it curled around the comb instead. Your hand lifted, startling him from his thoughts as you cupped his cheek.

"Don't be so obstinate. Let me help."

He sighed a bit theatrically before handing you the comb and moving to sit on a nearby stump. You sat your clothes on the ground next to his and moved behind him. His hair was mostly free of tangles, but you took extra time with his hair, running the comb and then your fingers through, lightly massaging his scalp. A quiet moan slipped from his lips and with the moonlight, you could see a deep flush on his face.

"Gods, well. That's embarrassing. I'm so sorry, Tav."

Your fingers continued working through his hair, separating the coils.

"Just relax, Wyll. Sitting like you've got something up your arse."

He barked a laugh and his body relaxed under your hands.

"I can't believe I've got horns now. It's still so unreal. I've just been having some trouble with working around them to take care of my hair properly. I want to look my best, after all."

You hummed in curiosity. "Any particular reason?"

"Most certainly," he smiled to himself. "One I'm not quite ready to divulge just yet."

Your heart sank a bit at his words, but you continued until his hair was completely tangle free. When he felt your hands stop, he held up a small vial of olive oil he'd gotten from Arron at the grove. You poured some on your hand and held the bottle down to Wyll so he could hold it while you worked. After rubbing your hands together, you gently pulled them through his hair, spreading the oil. He set the vial aside and pulled a blue silk scarf through his fingers, the fabric soothing him as he held it.

"What's that?"

"Oh? It was.. my mother's. I took it when I left Baldur's Gate and I use it to wrap my hair at night. It makes me feel closer to her, closer to father, even. Just something to remind me of where I've come from."

You gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze before continuing your ministrations. He was so clearly exhausted, his body slouching forward. You placed a gentle hand on his chest and lifted him back toward you so you could reach his hair more easily. Your fingers electrified his bare skin and he jolted upright. He sat completely still as you finished his hair. You admired the way his hair undone made him look younger, more relaxed. His red eye met yours and uncertainty flitted across his expression.

"What is it? Is something wrong with my face?"

He patted it quickly, feeling for new ridges or bumps. You reached for his nervous hands, clasping them in yours with a squeeze.

"Nothing of the sort. I'm just appreciating a handsome face."

He coughed in embarrassment, his gaze ducking away from yours.

"Sweet talking me, are you, Tav?"

"Why? Is it working?" you purred.

He stood abruptly and pulled his shirt over his head, careful not to muss it. You stood, wringing your hands in front of you as he gathered his items. He turned around, ready to go before you called to him.

"Wyll? What did I do? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I don't.. I don't know how to navigate what this is between us. I don't even know what to call it, but it feels like something."

He put his belongings on the stump he'd used as a seat and turned, striding back to you. He stood mere inches away, heat radiating off of him. You glanced up, your nose near his, your breath mingling with his.

"You haven't done anything wrong," he whispered. "Far from it. In fact, I'm feeling things I only dreamt of before. But I can't. I can't bring you into this now. It wouldn't be fair."

"Wyll," you murmured, shocked when you felt tears sliding down your cheeks.

"Oh, oh, Tav.."

His face fell and his arms slid around you, tugging you close. He rocked back and forth with you tucked tightly against him. His hand came up to the back of your head, cupping it softly and he rubbed a thumb on the back of your neck.

Spicy

Okay, so we already know he mentions bumps in unmentionable places after his transformation so 👀 keep that in mind.

Wyll Ravengard is positively ravenous. He has found his one true love with you and he cannot get enough.

Post the aforementioned candle lit dinner, he will stand up, blow out the candles, leaving the two of you in darkness. He comes behind you, reaching down to brush his fingers over your collar bones and help you out of your chair. When you kiss him, he helps you jump and wrap your legs around him and that man takes off for the bedroom.

As mentioned in Rolan's headcanons, the handlebar thing definitely applies here. Second dinner for him, he will spread your legs wide and feast~

Needs to hear you, how good he makes you feel. Whispers the dirtiest things you can imagine in your ear. Don't get me wrong, he's absolutely soft and precious, but now that he feels safe with someone, he wants to explore all the ways you can make each other feel bliss.

Likes to hold you against his chest if you bathe together post lovemaking. Kisses the back of your neck and helps you wash off. He's especially good with washing your hair, his fingers feel heavenly.

On that note, if you have longer hair and he's taking you from behind, he will grab a hold of it and tug as he pulls you back on his cock.

Not one for quickies so much, but it's definitely happened when you went to visit him while he works with the council so you could bring him lunch. It wasn't long before he'd pulled you into a spare room and put arcane lock on the door so he could bury his head between your thighs.

Quite obsessed with the way you take care of him in all forms & he's not afraid to beg. I envision his wrists tied together and you teasing him until he's whimpering for your touch.