fanfic by sasha (wellperhaps)
Baldur's Gate 3
Shadowheart, Nocturne, Astarion, gen, 1k
There's a bridge next to the House of Grief. On the bridge, there is a woman. She's singing a lullaby, but she doesn't know why. Shadowheart might.
Astarion/Halsin, explicit, 4.5k
Halsin isn’t quite sure how long the goblins have kept him imprisoned in the pens. Days, but surely not weeks. He’s injured, and it’s hard to keep track of time. The pain is tedious and enraging. He has stopped reacting. He just endures, and waits for something to change. And eventually, something does.
Astarion/Halsin, mature, 10k
Astarion had a plan. Of course he did. He had at least six. He was well aware that all of them were mostly built on wishful thinking and baseless assumptions, but they were plans, and he had them.
Dragon Age
Dorian Pavus/The Iron Bull, explicit, 2.5k
Dorian has had friends before, naturally. He has certainly spent many a night in the delightful presence of clever, charming people whose company he genuinely enjoyed. Some he even trusted, more than was strictly wise, and had that trust returned. So this is not about that.
Dorian Pavus/The Iron Bull, explicit, 1k
Dorian finds it difficult to concentrate. He’s not drunk, but he is rather tired. The common room of the makeshift inn at Suledin Keep is full of Inquisition soldiers, everyone happy to have a change to drink and rest. He lets himself slump against the table. He had taken a bath earlier, and for the first time in weeks he feels warm and well-fed. The flickering light of the fireplace makes it hard for him to keep his eyes open.
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