The latest installment in my Baldur’s Gate 3 series about Astarion and my golden boy, Talven Vrinn.
Tav’s angry stare sweeps over the shards of the broken mirror. They glitter feebly in the dirt like so many distant, cold stars. Astarion said he wants to know what Tav sees when he looks at him, but words failed. How do I show him?
Or, an extension of the mirror scene, in which the golden boy, being a sorcerer, decides to Do Something About It.
Cover art by Ria-neearts.
Inspired by the phenomenal story everything you could ever want by eleadore, More than I can say is a sequel and a love letter. Writing it was more fun than I’ve had with a story in ages, and so, so rewarding. Many thanks to eleadore for her kindness and support, and for writing the lovely piece that set this in motion in the first place.
“Your Incarcerous, though,” Potter went on with a grin, “that was wild.” He looked over his shoulder at the blooming bush, picked one of the dramatic white flowers, and buried his nose in it.
Draco’s cheeks burned.
“Was it on purpose?” said Potter, twirling the flower.
Yes, absolutely, is what Draco was supposed to say, but embarrassment had made him stupid, and he shook his head.
“Thought so.” The apple of Potter’s throat went up and down. “Can I kiss you?”
Draco nodded, melting.
A new installment in my Baldur’s Gate 3 series about Astarion and my golden boy, Talven Vrinn.
Astarion has had enough of this “party”. He picks up the bag with supplies he prepared earlier and makes for the woods. Passing the last torch, he pauses to take one more look at the camp, just in time for another burst of fireworks. Lit by all the colors of the rainbow, Talven stands on his own near the bonfire. Their eyes meet. Talven smiles at first, then grows serious. He points at his eyes, and then at Astarion. I see you.
Astarion’s stomach flips.
When was the last time his stomach flipped with anything but dread?
Not gonna lie, this one was tough to write. I aimed for the sweet spot between uncomfortable and hot; I believe Astarion could’ve actually enjoyed it, though perhaps not fully. That’s how I felt while writing, and now I wonder if a reader might feel the same while reading?
Read the story here, or on AO3.
Cover art by Emy.
I am delighted to report that the Kickstarter campaign to fund Many Hands: An Anthology of Polyamorous Erotica that features my first ever original story to be published, was successfully funded. This means it will go into print, and reach hundreds of readers, and I will be paid, and finally be able to call myself an author without half a dozen parentheticals. Needless to say, I’m over the moon.
As of this post, you can still order a copy of the anthology from the Kickstarter page.
My first Harry Potter fic is, of course, all about Draco Malfoy. I’ve fallen in love with these two by reading other people’s fic, and with this, I hope to give a little something back. 💝
Hidden behind the heavy oak door, Draco felt his upper arms gingerly. Mother had had a house elf heal the bruises with magic, but his flesh still held the memory of pain.
