Wyll Romance - Blog Posts

OH HE'S SO PRETTY

The way I SCREAMED at that last one oh my gods Wyll I love you so much ;w;

Pairings: Love right angle between a human female Tav, Wyll and Gale.

Read all of me on A03 https://archiveofourown.org/works/57543637/chapters/146411644

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57543637/chapters/146411644

No sex just kissing…in this chapter

Chapter 2. "Wow. What a lovely thing to say about me."

I duck into Wyll’s tent, swallowing the lump that has formed in my throat.

He’s sitting cross legged in the far corner, a goblet of wine balanced on his knee. His rapier stretched across his lap, and it looks like he’s oiling it or cleaning it or something.

“Sasha!” He exclaims, stone and dark eye alike lighting up as I barrel into the space. “I was just thinking of you, reminiscing about last night .” He sets the sword aside and pours a goblet for me. “By Balduran’s helm I wish we could’ve danced forever.”

“We don’t have forever,” I mutter taking the goblet from him as I settle onto his bedroll. It’s Berduskan Dark, my favorite. I take a big drink.

Wyll sighs softly, “Then I wager the memory will have to do.”

He sounds so genuinely sad. “You were amazing." I say smiling gently, "Unforgettable even. I’ll always cherish it.”

He laughs and tilts his head, the candle light reflects romantically off his horns, “As will I.”

I’m feeling nervous now, and I scootch closer to him, taking one of his hands in mine. “I’d like to talk about us.”

He places his opposite hand on top of mine, our eyes meet and I can see him taking in my face, as if he’s trying to memorize every freckle every detail, “My new favorite subject,” he whispers.

I lose my nerve, so I look down at our entwined hands. His are calloused and hard, I can feel the years of fighting, of living rough on them. But they’re also warm and his grip is gentle. “What am I to you?”

His soft chuckle tells me that he is also nervous. “How to answer a question with so many layers as that…”

“Take your time,” I respond feeling a smile slip across my lips. I take another sip of wine to hide it.

He clears his throat, “You are…the red of the sunrise…”

I set the goblet down, oh this is good.

“…the yellow of high noon…” he continues, “and the orange of sundown.”

“I’m your sun?”

“More than that,” he says his voice dropping to a deep murmur, “if you were a song, I’d never stop singing.”

There’s a full goofy smile on my face now, I can’t help it.

“If you were a psalm, I’d never stop praying.”

“That’s beautiful, Wyll.” My voice catches, am I going to cry?

“You make a damn fine dance partner too.”

“Liar.” I breathe, but before he can respond I blur out, “may I kiss you?”

His smile stretches as wide as mine, “as if you needed to ask.”

I pull his hand up to my lips and tenderly kiss each of his rough knuckles, he looks surprised. My vision blurs as I cradle his palm against my cheek and close my eyes trying to will the tears away. One falls and Wyll brushes it with his thumb. I want to hold onto this moment, I could just curl up and dwell here forever.

I feel his mouth close over mine and I part my lips, inviting him in. He tastes sweet, like summer days in Baldur's Gate when I played along the banks of the Chionthar with reckless abandon. His lips are full and soft, perfect for kissing. His tongue touches mine and my stomach leaps. I caress the scars on his cheek, he hums softly when my fingertips brush the base of his horns. I break the kiss and he leans towards me, wanting more. He opens his eyes and smiles at me.

“You should join me on our next outing,” I blurt out. I know he wants to take things slow, but this is torture.

“Will Minthara step aside for me?” He asks.

“I’ll talk to her," I reassure him, I hand him back the wine goblet. It's not empty but I don't need more. I already feel buzzed. "Until later then.”

As I crawl out of the tent, I stop short before rising. Gale is standing directly in front of me. He’s dressed differently. It takes me a second to realize he's wearing the Robe of Exquisite Focus. I’d just purchased it for him from a blood trader at Moonrise, but hadn’t had a chance to give it to him yet. I thought it was still safety stowed in my pack.

Marlie. My sister was there when I bought it and she knew who I’d meant it for. He looks so good in it my mouth goes dry.

“May we speak,” he says as I awkwardly rise to my feet, “now.”

Did I write a fanfiction where all the hot characters in BG3 want me??? Abso-fuckin-lutley!!!!! This is my world, y’all are just reading it 😹😹😹