Wyllstarion fic recs where trans wyll gets his [redacted] ate
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A Veritable Feast by Backflips
16k/Complete!
Wyll was a big boy. He’d handled aches and pains and cycles for years before he began his transition, and he could surely handle it again for as long as he had to. He could power through the cramps, he could handle swapping out his rag, he could weather his back aching through the whole process.
Even if he really, really didn’t want to.
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One particularly cruel side effect of Mizora turning Wyll into a devil is a resurgence of his menstrual cycle — except now it's got the torture of the hells behind it. Or: Wyll has a period again and is not dealing with it well, Mizora is being very evil about it, and Astarion is... Astarion.
Mod's Notes: This comes with a very enjoyable story about dysphoria and bodily autonomy
He Fashioned Himself a Blade by Noodlefrog
106k/Wip that I'm positive will not be abandoned!!
For all Mizora’s attempts to keep Wyll isolated and dependent on her, there is one thing she can never take from him: the Blade of Frontiers. In his head, Wyll rewrites his own story and tells himself tales of his ideal self. No pact binds the Blade, no stone eye sits in his socket, and he doesn’t have to thank a devil for the beard on his face or the depth of his voice. As he begins to unravel the mystery of Astarion’s easy charm and clumsy lies, Wyll even lets himself pretend that he could someday have a life beyond the hunt.
Mizora’s plans for Wyll go deeper than his pact, though. When she warps Wyll’s body into a shape of her own design, she also gives him a few gifts. Changes he has wanted for years are now permanently sculpted into his flesh with a fiendish twist, and Wyll can only ask himself… What would the Blade do?
Or: Wyll copes with his devil boner by writing fanfiction of his own alter ego, and Astarion tries out some high-stakes strategies for monster hunter seduction.
Mod's Notes: I literally cannot exaggerate how good this fic is and how fast I run to read the updates
Astarion Ancunín, Abortionist by Not_whelmed_yet
7K/Complete
Wyll had waited for his true love before pursuing intimacy - not true love in the sense of fated soulmates, but love that was true the way you held true to an oath. A promise of loyalty, of commitment, above and beyond mere attraction. He'd thought he'd found that in Tav.
Thought. Past tense.
And to make matters worse, the birth control he'd been taking in the wilds had also betrayed his trust. Now he finds himself outside the door of a small abortion clinic in the Lower City, looking for help that only a practicing vampire abortionist can offer.
Mod's Notes: This may LOOK like a crack fic but it is so sweet, tender, and heartwrenching!
