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After seven years of being unable to communicate at all, Wyll has a voice again. He's ecstatic and overwhelmed in equal measures, and he delights in being able to finally talk to people.
But his friends seem to think the person who saved him, Astarion, might make a devil's deal of his own, by sacrificing his siblings to the Hells for power.
Of course Astarion isn't going to do that. There's no way he would.
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- Part 2 of price of devotion
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24 Jun 2026
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“Darling, don’t be daft, you know what’s happening.” He pulled his jerkin and undershirt off over his head in one single movement. “I reckon it’s the mushrooms, I don’t recognize them, but they must be used to brew love potions.” He started working on his trousers under Wyll’s heavy, hot gaze.
“That’s…” Wyll cursed under his breath. “What do we do now?”
He couldn’t be that clueless. Astarion glared at him. “What else? We fuck about it."
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29 Sep 2024
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Lorroakan wasn't meant to be such a dreadful foe. But the smarmy wizard has one trick up his sleeve, and that's when Wyll Ravengard's day goes from bad to absolutely catastrophically horrible.
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"I—well, we, suspect Astarion has been feebleminded," Gale declares.
"Feeble-whated?" Karlach asks. "Never heard of that before."
"It's very advanced magic—takes a master of the Weave to pull it off," Gale explains. "It—it obliterates a person's mind. If we're correct, and I truly hope we're not...then Astarion's not really with us anymore."
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23 Jun 2026
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“We have to,” Astarion says, voice breathy and frustrated. His eyes rake over Wyll with a fiery intensity. His hands rove with a crazed desperation over his body. “We aren't blushing virgins. Gods, why are you so—”
His fingers tweak at Wyll's nipples, and he jolts with an embarrassing moan. He'd never known he was so sensitive there.
“Wait.” Astarion peers at him, eyes widening with the realization. “You are. You are a blushing virgin. Oh, hells.”
He somehow manages to flush even deeper with embarrassment.
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Wyll and Astarion get separated from the party in the Underdark, and are trapped with strange mushrooms.
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23 Jun 2026
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Astarion wanted to make Wyll's heart beat. He wanted to make his lungs work. He wanted to be the reason sweat pooled in the cleft of his pectorals, the reason his hands trembled, the reason his voice caught in his throat. He wanted to bring him close again and again, to make him see stars behind his eyelid, to hear him say I need you, I need you, Astarion, I love you over and over and over.
He wanted to ruin him. By the Gods, he wanted to ruin him.
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21 Jun 2026