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Gortash allows his murder-happy ally to do whatever it wants to him, as usual.
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"You are the end," the Elder Brain's voice flooded his mind, a whisper that filled him, echoed from every corner of his psyche, his entire nervous system humming with it. There was lust undertoning the words. "We - you - I. We are Absolute."
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It's implied that The Dark Urge may have had a sexual relationship with the Elder Brain when first reining as Chosen. This is definitely canon for my durge. Anyway, here's his first time fucking it.
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"You told me you needed blood for strength. Not for sex," Kane said in a low voice, fighting its Urge, calming its breathing. It would not - could not, kill him. As beautiful and tasty as his corpse would be...
"Well - well of course the blood is for strength," the vampire stammered out, "But the sex is for you, darling - to pay you back." He blinked once, twice, then added, "A gift."
Kane's smooth brow furrowed. Sex was not something that he had ever thought of as an exchange. It didn't seem like something that should have been regarded as one, either.
"I give you my blood because I desire to. Not for anything in return. You fight beautifully, and look beautiful, when you are well fed."
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"Alfonse, I adore you. I desire you with every part of my being."
The half elf stared up at Kane, their lovely golden eyes shining in the dim light. Their lips were parted with shock, and they looked oh so soft, so perfect. It couldn't take it anymore. It leaned in and kissed them deeply, burying its fingers in their curls.
Alfonse melted into the kiss with a soft sound that set Kane's raging blood alight. Their lips were warm and soft under his and he longed to bite down, to devour -
No, it told itself. It would not bring them harm. It would not let its Urges sully this moment in which their hearts beat the same melody.
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A friend and I made a tragic Tav x Durge pairing and have been obsessed with them ever since. So I'll be posting some of the snippets that I've written for them. They're mostly short and out of order in my docs but I decided to clean them up and start posting them here for anyone who would like to read and enjoy them <3
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Respite by Daedrabait
Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
17 Nov 2024
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Warden Rook strikes the final blow on the archdemon at Weisshaupt to the dismay of Davrin, who later expresses how glad he is that Rook survived the fight.
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The story of Faelon's adventures with Thieves Guildmaster Mercer Frey. Blood and spite-filled gay sex. Canon divergence with plot and a lot of porn.
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Astarion thought this must be how spoiled cats feel. Or maybe not; cats knew they deserved to be pampered inherently, and Astarion had long ago decided that he must deserve the shit he got. It was the only thing that made sense.
He pushed that line of thought away. It clashed with his current bliss; clean, dry, warm, blood in his stomach, a lover at his back.
In which: Durge tames a feral cat and Astarion gets a massage. Alternative title: I Saw the Elf Ears Are Erogenous Zones Tag and Took It Way Too Far.
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26 Oct 2025
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Everything started with a hug.
After that fight in Pacifica, V caught Viktor’s smile in the crowd—joyful, proud, just for him. A living memory of when he wasn’t just surviving, but still figuring life out at his own rhythm. And for Vik, the ice beneath his feet finally cracked. Life pushed forward, pulling him from the past and his stagnated loneliness—whether he wanted it or not.
This is a story about what comes after the end, and what we’re willing to do—and to endure—for love and freedom. Waking up broken, trying to rebuild a body, a purpose, to find a warm place in the sun.
I wrote this to fill the immense hole this game left in my chest—and to give my favorite broken dogs the ending they deserved.
(Post-canon, with some pre-Mikoshi setup. Slow burn. Hurt/comfort. Body horror. Plotted canon divergence. Expect grief, violence, complicated intimacy, and slow, painful healing. Welcome to the ride.)
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09 Aug 2025
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Gale cut quite the figure in the robe. Thick, scaled fabric that reflected rainbow hues in the noon sun hugged every inch of Gale that it touched, accentuating all the right places and revealing plenty more. The long slit at the thigh went all the way to the wizard’s waist, leaving all but the very curve of his plump ass exposed to passerby, and the neckline plunged past his navel to kiss the hair creeping up from between his legs. Tanned muscles built from their weeks on the road peeked out from every gap and contrasted nicely with the light blue of the scales. Even the Netherese orb looked fetching, nestled between his tits and framed nicely by the deep neckline as it was.
In which Astarion talks Durge and Gale into a threesome. Astarion has the time of his life bossing everyone around, Durge gets flustered, and Gale wears the Wavemother's Robe. The primary relationship is Astarion/The Dark Urge, but don't worry; Gale has a great time too.
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21 May 2025
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“The Omen condition,” he starts carefully, “the curse, is ill-documented, but in short it is a bestial biology. It comes with certain drawbacks.”
Tarnished’s voice takes on a somewhat worried quality, “Is this about when we last spoke? I meant what I said–” but hushes when Margit holds up a hand.
“Not that.” When Tarnished assured him that this affection was not simple novelty, morbid curiosity about a creature more beast than man. Morgott is still not sure he believes the words, pretty though they were. But he’s dwelled on it long enough anyway. “I mean to explain that this curse is much more than skin-deep. There are certain behaviours that are also animal. And… urges,” his amber gaze flicks over to the Tarnished, watching hawk-like for any signs of revulsion, “of the physical kind.”
On advice, Morgott finally (technically) takes Tarnished to bed in the hopes of sating a need and quelling his attachment. But Mohg's word is NEVER to be trusted.
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- Part 7 of Unstoppable Force | Immovable Object
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14 May 2025
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He finally addresses the rest of the court. “This sham of a symposium is over. When this court next convenes I expect it to conduct itself with some actual decorum. Thou art dismissed.”
Haydn expects that he will also be ordered to scurry away with the rest of the courtiers, but there are still fingers pinching the back of his neck. Once the room is cleared he wriggles free like an eel, sour in countenance at his argument being interrupted. “It wasn’t petty drama, I’ll have you know.”
“If thou’rt to cause me a diplomatic incident,” the monarch hisses back, “the least thou could do is speak to me with proper respect.”
“Your majesty,” Haydn returns acidly with a shallow bow, and turns to leave. He yelps as he’s summarily seized about the back of the neck again, “Stop manhandling me!”
“Would that thou were not in need of handling, little man,” is the growled reply.
The Tarnished who would be Elden Lord faces his most annoying enemy yet: Leyndell's court of nobles. The last thing he needs is to develop a covert admiration for the enigmatic (and scornful) King Morgott - but events at the Serpent-Sunder festival will change everything.
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- Part 5 of Unstoppable Force | Immovable Object
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26 Mar 2025