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trans wyll mpreg :) full (+18) on bsky and xwitter as always
the our flag means death fandom has a fanon (so popular even the show's cast know about it x x x x) that one of the characters (who is NOT a doctor) did another character's top surgery
so now any time i watch a new show, play a new game, etc, i always find myself wondering, 1) who's getting top surgery, and 2) who's the surgeon
wyllstarion thoughts + trans!Wyll being on his period.... Astarion definitely notices that Wyll is in pain and even if he didn't notice at first, he would once he smelled blood, he is a vampire after all, if someone is bleeding he's bound to notice pretty quickly. at first he's worried that Wyll, being the self-sacrificing fool that he is, got injured somehow and won't tell anyone. eventually his concern gets the better of him and he all but corners Wyll about it some time when they're alone, which leads to Wyll having to somewhat awkwardly having to explain that no, he's not injured, just menstruating. (after finding out what was really going on Astarion almost feels guilty about forcing Wyll to tell him, but gods damn it he was worried ok!) (cont. under the cut bc this got kinda long. again.)
Wyll tries to reassure Astarion that he's fine "I've been dealing with this since I was 9, I know how to handle it." of course "handling it" for Wyll mostly means just gritting his teeth and baring it. Astarion continues to be concerned of course, growing even more concerned every time he noticed Wyll breath hitch, subtly bracing himself against something or clutching his lower stomach as a particularly bad cramp hit him. at some point Astarion has enough of watching Wyll just suffer through it, he shows up at Wyll tent with several herbal medicines for pain (courtesy of Halsin, probably) and some chocolates (Wyll's not sure how he managed to obtain those) "chocolate is good for... this sort of thing, if I'm not mistaken?" Wyll is deeply touched, nearly moved to tears, but is still a tad hesitant to accept, so unused to being on the receiving end of such caring gestures. "you don't have to take care of me, you know. not that I'm not grateful for the gesture of course."
"oh of course, since you were doing such a fine job by yourself by... doing nothing about it and simply pushing through the pain, I assume? I mean, it's been nearly ten minutes since the last time you nearly doubled over in pain, clearly you're just fine." Astarion's voice drips with sarcasm, though there's a look in his eyes that betrays his genuine concern.
Wyll can't help but chuckle a bit sheepishly, knowing Astarion has a point, "you manage to see right through me, it seems." another particularly bad cramp promptly reminds him just how right Astarion is. Astarion shoves the medicine and chocolate towards him and finally he accepts. "thank you. truly."
"don't mention it. I mean that, I do have a reputation to uphold, you know."
Wyll huffs out a laugh at that. "would you mind sticking around for a little while?" Wyll asks after a moment, his demeanor suddenly turning sheepish again, "I'd appreciate the company, and the distraction, at least until the medicine takes effect."
"of course," Astarion says, a bit softer than he intended but he finds he doesn't regret it when he sees Wyll's posture relax, none the less he adds with a teasing lilt "I have to make sure you actually take the medicine I got for you, after all."
"what, don't you trust me?"
"trust you in general? obviously. trust you to not be a self-sacrificing idiot? not in the slightest."
"fair enough, I suppose." Wyll tries to ignore the warmth spreading through his chest, with little success, and hopes it doesn't spread to his cheeks. the thought that Astarion trusts him will be echoing through his mind for days to come, he's sure of it.
(in the end Astarion spends most of the night in Wyll's tent, even after the man had fallen asleep, before finally seeing fit to retire to his own bedroll with more reluctance than he'll ever admit.)