Ughh, okay, so I have this really weirdly complex relationship thing with one of my Tav's (my dwarf noble Tav, I think I rq'd her awhile back but her story has went through some CHANGES relationship wise).
Basically, like, her and Wyll are a thing. Have been for a bit, but after the adventure, they stayed close to Astarion and Halsin, who were a thing. Could I rq something like Wyll realizing that he's got a crush on Astarion and Halsin at the same time he's in love with Tav, and all of them slowly realizing they all like each other. Tav comforting Wyll, cuz he's worried. Halsin is having the time of his life. It's my opinion that they all deserve two or three people to kiss a day y'know. (I'm poly so sorry if this sounds weird- I don't want it to sound like I'm fetishizing it, I'm not. I'm poly irl)
Oooo very interesting, i don't have a lot of experience writing poly but was excited to take this on
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Dwarf!Tav x Wyll x Astarion x Halsin | Poly-cute
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The warmth of the late afternoon sun filtered through the trees as you sat beside the campfire, sharpening your axe with practiced care. The journey had been long, but the end of your adventure was within reach. Baldur’s Gate lay ahead, along with whatever futures awaited you, Wyll, Astarion, and Halsin. It had been an unexpected journey of both peril and closeness, especially when it came to your small but tight-knit group.
You, a noble dwarf from a respected clan, had never imagined the wild turns your life would take when you met Wyll. The Blade of Frontiers, with his heart of gold, his fierce determination to protect the innocent, had swept you off your feet in a way no one else ever had. You had been lovers for a while now, sharing stories by the fire and fighting side by side. You’d seen Wyll in his most heroic moments, but also at his most vulnerable. Through it all, your love for him had only deepened.
Yet, in recent weeks, something had shifted.
Wyll had grown closer to Astarion and Halsin—an odd but endearing couple that you had all bonded with during your travels.
You'd noticed how Wyll’s glances toward Astarion lingered just a little too long, how his smile widened whenever Halsin entered the room, or when Astarion cracked one of his dry jokes. Wyll, who wore his emotions plainly on his sleeve, was easy to read. And though he tried to hide it, you had seen the growing tension in him lately—the internal conflict he hadn’t yet put into words.
Tonight, as dusk settled over the camp and the others finished up their own tasks, you felt Wyll shift beside you. His brow furrowed, his jaw tight, as though he was holding something back.
“Something’s weighing on you, Wyll,” you said quietly, not looking up from your axe. “You’ve been distracted.”
Wyll stiffened at your words, guilt flashing in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, uncertain. You waited patiently, your steady presence always a comfort to him. He had never been good at keeping things from you for long. Finally, he sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
“I… I don’t know how to say this, love,” he began, his voice laced with hesitation. “But I’ve been feeling… something. Something I don’t quite know how to handle.”
You raised an eyebrow, setting your axe down and turning to face him fully.
“Go on,” you urged, your voice calm and steady, offering him the space to speak his mind. Wyll took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of apprehension and guilt.
“It’s about Astarion and Halsin,” he admitted. “I’ve grown close to them, as you know. But lately, it’s been… different. I think… I think I might have feelings for them. And I’m terrified that it’s wrong. That it’ll hurt you.”
He rushed the last part, as if afraid of how you might react. His dark eyes searched your face, clearly expecting the worst. But you weren’t shaken. You had seen the way Wyll looked at them, and you had felt the tug of something deeper within your own heart when it came to Astarion and Halsin. This wasn’t just Wyll’s burden to bear—it was something you had been feeling, too. Your hand reached out to grasp his, warm and reassuring.
“Wyll,” you said, your voice soft but certain, “you don’t need to be afraid of telling me this. You think I haven’t noticed? I’ve seen the way you look at Astarion when he’s being his smug, charming self. And I’ve seen the way you admire Halsin’s strength and kindness.” A small smile tugged at your lips. “If I’m being honest, I’ve felt it too.”
Wyll blinked in surprise, clearly taken aback. “You… you have?”
“Yes,” you confirmed, your thumb tracing small circles over his hand. “I’ve always been drawn to those two, in different ways. They’ve got something special, and I can see why you feel the way you do. I love you, Wyll, and nothing will change that. But if there’s room in our lives for more love, for them… well, I’m not against the idea.”
Wyll exhaled in relief, his entire body relaxing as the weight of his secret was lifted. “You mean it? You’re really okay with this?”
“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t,” you assured him, squeezing his hand. “We’ve been through too much together for me to hide how I feel. If you want this, if we all want this… then I say we give it a shot. There’s no shame in having a big heart, Wyll.”
The smile that spread across his face was one of pure gratitude and love.
“Gods, I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he murmured, pulling you into a tight embrace. His arms around you felt like home, strong and reassuring.
As you held him, the tension that had been brewing between you melted away. You knew that this journey wasn’t over yet—that there were still conversations to be had with Astarion and Halsin—but in this moment, you felt at peace. The love between you and Wyll was strong, and it could only grow from here.
Later that evening, as the four of you sat around the campfire, you noticed Astarion’s sly smirk and the way he leaned into Halsin, who was lounging comfortably beside him. They both seemed utterly at ease, basking in the warmth of the fire and each other’s company. Astarion, ever the tease, caught your eye and raised an eyebrow.
“Well, well. Looks like our brooding Blade of Frontiers finally worked up the nerve, eh?” he said with a playful grin, earning a chuckle from Halsin. Wyll flushed, but there was no shame in his expression—only a newfound confidence.
“It’s not just me,” he said, glancing at you with a soft smile. Astarion’s eyes gleamed with amusement.
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” he purred, clearly delighted by the turn of events.
Halsin gave you both a warm, approving smile. “Love, in all its forms, is a gift,” he said, his voice rich and calm. “If this is something we all want, then let’s embrace it.”
You leaned back, feeling the warmth of the fire and the love that surrounded you. It was unconventional, perhaps, but it was yours. And as you looked at the three people around you—Wyll, Astarion, and Halsin—you realized that this was exactly where you were meant to be.
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