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Astarion hadn’t looked away from her since breaking from her grasp, and he remained, carved from stone, unbreathing, undead. Her hand didn’t hold him—he could pull away, but she knew he wouldn’t. “Astarion,” she whispered. She could say his name every moment of every day, bewitched by the way it rolled off her tongue. “Let me take care of you. Isn’t it easier, not to think all the time?”
The pain and anger had leached from his face, leaving behind only the man, beautiful, vulnerable, solemn, hungry, and so, so tired. Her hand crept up, long, elegant fingers curving around his chin, her thumb resting delicately on his lips, gentle enough to part them, and she stroked, feather-light, his lip soft beneath her. “One last time,” she whispered, as entranced by him as he was by her. “Invite me in. Have dinner with me.”
An exploration of an older, selfish, and experienced Tav, defined by her quest for power and need for control—and Astarion, who might have bitten off more than he can chew. Has he found a powerful ally against Cazador, or merely exchanged one master for another?
Plenty of smut, plot, tension, and a budding mystery. Now in Act 3!
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- Part 1 of Tavortheylinith
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one of us will corrupt the other by DedeDrabbles
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate, baldur's gate 3 - Fandom
22 Feb 2022
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“Did you say you free slaves?”
Does she know? Is that why she’s told him all this? Has she been trying to treat him this entire time?
…Worse, did Astarion know this about her?
He’s been drawn to her from the very moment he laid eyes on her. Relies on the girl, even now. It’s telling of something instinctual in him, like it’s been branded into his very biology. Still subservient, deep down, crawling pathetically to the first whiff of a pitying savior. Begging for a scrap of hope, of reprieve, of fucking redemption.
Is that all he is? A slave, at his core?
No, he thinks with a conviction that feels too much like denial. No, because she will be the one to change. Not him.
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- Part 1 of fell for your prey, didn't you?
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Bramblefaced Thistlelicker by pandajelley
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
28 Nov 2021
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Inspired by a prompt by @ThirstyDisaster on Twitter.
“Release me or I’ll...I’ll speak a curse!” Izuku was bluffing, but this human (was it a human? They’re so large!) can’t possibly know that. Most fairies could curse those that would do them harm. His captor snorted, saying nothing as their other arm reached for something Izuku couldn’t quite see past the swell of his captor’s chest. “I will! I....I’ll call for my clan! They can curse you! A curse to never eat without food turning to ash in your mouth, to never drink wine without it turning to vinegar, to never find your mate, to never-“ Izuku’s words sped up as his heart pounded and his captor was entirely unaffected. “To never get your cock to stand strai-“
“You’ve got a fucking mouth on you, huh?”
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- Part 1 of Drumbeats
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Caught in Rage, Goddess Stained by mungeondisaster (Orphic_Gaze)
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
31 Dec 2024
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[COMPLETE]
A retelling.
“How … likely is it we can chalk this up to a naughty dream?”
Dropping her hands to her lap, she squints at him. “Well, now that you’ve said it—not very likely.”
He’s still half on her bedroll where’s she’d left him, propped up on one arm, other hand massaging at his throat. It takes her a while to process the wariness in his eyes—a length of time where her silent observation of him only seems to heighten his unease.
Just to be thorough, she briefly touches her fingers to either side of her throat. When she feels only smooth skin, she sighs again, shaking her head.
“… What are you going to do?” Astarion asks in a low and quiet voice, evidently having followed her—soundlessly in the way she knows he can be when he wants to. “What are you … What are you going to tell them?”
Last Edited: April 18, 2025 (punctuation, some typos, and so many missed capital 'H's iykyk)
Rated for graphic depictions of Violence, Trauma, Trauma-related subjects, Sex and a potentially triggering sexual encounter.
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- Part 1 of Caught in Rage, Goddess Stained
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Of the many musings Citrine had about death, none of them included the muscle of her shoulder being pinched and twisted. Her eyes opened to nothing. Half of her vision was dark, while the other was a blinding light that made the pain in her head crack. Closing her eyes did not block enough light to stop the ice pick stabbing into her head.
“Oh good,” an unimpressed voice broke through the ringing, “they live. Mistook you for a corpse.”
Live. The voice said live.
“Alright then, up with you,” the same voice spoke, exasperated.
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For 220 years, Citrine operated under the word of Lord Eroan Nanther. Eroan's shadow operated the Zhentarim. If she wanted to remove the mind flayer worm from her brain, Citrine needed to maintain her usual discretion with regards to her loyalities.Unfortunately, the elf who found her on the beach became a liability she could not easily dispose of. Fortunately, perhaps, she found herself to be a liability of his own.