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His head was supported on a somewhat unyielding belly, more taut muscle and hip bone than fat, his arms draped over wiry legs. Thin, cool fingers carded through his hair, pushing the messy strands away from his forehead. He didn’t want to open his eyes, choosing instead to take this moment in while it lasted.
“Hmm…Viktor?”
A quiet chuckle kissed at his ears, a sound so soft and human.
“How did you guess?”
“Only you’d have a lap this bony.”
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Or Jayce and Viktor wake up in that darn field everyone keeps talking about, who’da thunk it?This idea has been done plenty of times, but this has been sitting in the drafts since December, so. Here’s one more take on the classic post-fusing in the astral realm fic. Enjoy!
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Teach me, love me, lead me by mothpersephone
Fandoms: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age (Video Games)
09 Jan 2025
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“I’m not—I mean, I’ve read some things, but…” She watched him stumble over his thoughts, hips still squirming down like he couldn’t help himself. It was so painfully endearing and such a turn on she felt suddenly very grateful she was the first and only to witness it. “I’m not certain what you— Tell me what you want.”
“It’s not just about me, Lucanis,” she reminded him, pressing a few sweet kisses to his cheek and jaw, “It’s about what both of us want.”
“Of course,” he breathed as she latched onto a spot just below his beard, “What I mean is, I could use some—”
His body jerked away from her as he was overcome, glowing eyes beaming down at her.
“Give. Directions, Rook. This is embarrassing.”
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A sequel to Blood and Spite, but can be easily read alone. Set after the fade to black in the final romance scene.
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- Part 2 of Rook and Lucanis (and Spite)
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“How are you feeling, then?” she asked, her hands clasped tightly together.
“I’ve been worse,” he smiled with chagrin, “But seeing you does make me feel better.”
“Me too,” she muttered, eyes sneaking over his form.
“Were you feeling poorly yourself?” Cullen asked, brows furrowed.
“Hm?”
“Well, you said that seeing me…? Are you feeling alright?” Cullen rested a hand on her forearm and her blush darkened. He never seen her so…flustered.
“Oh, no I’m—” she laughed, a little embarrassed, “You are very pretty.”
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- Part 4 of Avriel and Cullen
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“Now, I intend to fling barbs tonight, be they figurative or literal, and since you seem to averse to conversation, it seems you must indulge me in a duel.”
“No,” he said, as expected. What she didn’t expect was the faint crackle of purple to flicker over him, “Will not hurt you.”
She regarded him thoughtfully, preparing to tailor the plan on a whim.
“Is that Spite speaking, or Lucanis?”
“Both,” Spite’s accent bled further into their punchy response, “Promised.”
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Or, Rook is tired of Lucanis avoiding her, so she (and her new favorite demon) take matters into their own hands.Series
- Part 1 of Rook and Lucanis (and Spite)
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After the attack on Haven, a terrified congregation of believers must come to terms with the fall of the reluctant Herald of Andraste. Cullen, however, is not quite ready to give up on their savior just yet.
Part of the Avriel and Cullen series.
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- Part 3 of Avriel and Cullen
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Rook and Lucanis (and Spite) by mothpersephone
Fandom Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
09 Jan 2025
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Avriel and Cullen by mothpersephone
Fandom Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Inquisition
04 Dec 2024
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“Is there even a single person left in camp that hasn’t tried to get into your pants, darling?”
Astarion is jealous. What's more, he's eager to prove that no one could possibly compete with him.
(I poke fun at the in-game romance mechanics, and Wyll's Act 2 scene in particular)
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- Part 11 of Vixstarria's bardlock Tav
- Part 2 of Vixstarria's bardlock Tav smut
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08 Feb 2026
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Never in a million years did you think Gale Dekarios would ever be open to Halsin's proposition.
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26 Jan 2026
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Let my touch heal the scars of your soul by grazimesmo
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
25 Dec 2025
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No longer a slave, no longer a puppet under his master’s command, Astarion at last had tasted freedom. And with that freedom he claimed the desires that had burned within him for so long: to live without fear, to choose his own path, and above all, to walk beneath the sun – with a little help from Gale.
And yet…
Yet, even after all he had conquered, something remained beyond his grasp, something Astarion had never truly claimed: his own body. Freedom had given him the sun, the agency, the right to choose, but it had not given him comfort in his own skin. The thought of touch still unsettled him; the brush of another’s hand, the intimacy of a kiss... Anything could summon shadows of shame, leaving him feeling tainted, dirty, unworthy.
But truth was, he longed for more.OR
Astarion wants to reclaim his sexuality, and Gale offers him an agreement that is going to change both of their lives.
Bookmarked by mothpersephone
13 Jan 2026
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Homemade by Linnetagain for hackemssky
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
22 Dec 2024
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Astarion wouldn't dare compare Gale’s very clearly lovingly maintained kitchen to a campfire and a chest of pilfered cheese and stale bread. But the feeling of it, the easy companionship, sharing the day’s burden of woes with someone who understands? That's familiar. And that, he didn't even realise he missed. Only now, watching Gale potter around his kitchen and chatter in much the same way he used to potter around the cookpot, Astarion feels… settled.
Maybe even comfortable.
Oh.
Oh dear.
Before he can stand and take his leave, go back to the contract in Calimshan and pretend this embarrassing little episode never happened, Gale sets a goblet down in front of him.
Just in passing. Drops it off on his way to the teapot. Like he thinks nothing of it.
But it's blood. Fresh, too. Pig, if Astarion's nose can be trusted, which obviously it can. He takes a tentative sip. Then downs the rest before Gale has finished pouring his tea.
“It's warm,” Astarion says, nonplussed, staring at the now-empty goblet. It would be beneath his dignity to lick it. He's no starving wretch now. But it is tempting all the same.Bookmarked by mothpersephone
12 Jan 2026
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Gale yelps as Astarion's very cold fingers find his midriff. Astarion laughs, burrowing deeper under Gale's robe.
“Ah-ha, Astarion, did you take an ice bath on the way here?” Gale protests.
“Well usually I wake up to somebody very ready to warm me up.” Astarion purrs.
“You know what they say; cold hands, warm heart,” Gale says, absently.
Astarion pinches him, gently.
“Ow!” Gale protests, “What, you're allowed to come and put your hands all over me but I'm not allowed to make comments like that?”
“You can do better, love,” Astarion says, sniffily. “That was practically lazy. I'm afraid I've become accustomed to a much higher calibre of charm.”
“Are you insinuating that I have somehow spoiled you, Astarion?”
“For anyone else, absolutely,” Astarion agrees, sadly.
Shadowheart sighs.
“Glad you two are as disgusting as ever,” she says.Series
- Part 2 of First Light
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11 Jan 2026