6 Works by Lethonomia
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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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Sparks of electric fire trailed over his skin, under it, pebbled in the cool air; a thin shell strained to burst with all the things that filled him, all the fullness, the prickling sensation and heady, thrumming pleasure, the icy weight in his guts, and he could no longer distinguish between what he felt and what violated him—they were the same. Pinned—like an insect, stretched til breaking, on display.
He hadn't hadn’t been this hard in over a year. And he, Astarion Ancunín—was going to be sick.
Astarion Ancunín—pushing forty, newly escaped and without career nor job history—has just barely found his feet when his newest lover escalates their fledgling relationship far beyond what he expected to encounter outside of Cazador’s depravity. Has he made a terrible mistake in inviting Tavortheylinith Synaran—chainsmoking alcoholic, divorced, BDSM and femdom enthusiast—into his life?
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- Part 3 of Tavortheylinith
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It goes like this.
Astarion kills Cazador. Screaming, incandescent with fury, stabbing and stabbing and stabbing until his arm starts to grow weak and the surging feelings overwhelm him, and he collapses into a howling, gasping kind of sob. The tears come quick and hard but they fade just as fast, dried out by the rising ride of numbness that hollows him out from the inside.
It goes like this.
An accomplished necromancer and vampire lord, a knife through the heart is not enough to kill the Immortal Cazador Szarr. Perhaps it is months. Perhaps it is years. But something burrows its way into his mouth, seeking sweet refuge, and the living undead posses much the same mannerisms of a freshly-made corpse—his fangs sink into fur and flesh, quick as a mousetrap, and the squirt of fresh, hot blood drips down the papery, decaying channel of his throat.
A poetic take: Cazador contemplates death, an older Spawn!Astarion shows his strength, but not all can escape their fate.
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- Part 3 of Kinktober fills
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Astarion, naturally, had already opened the front door by the time she arrived, though he made no move to cross the entry. He’d looped his arm around a whipcord-tense Dalyria, his hand tight around her shoulder as he held her against him. “O beloved, magnanimous master, won’t you please let us in? We’re so very, very hungry,” he purred, eyes glinting as his sister tensed further, her gaze firmly resting somewhere in the vicinity of Tav’s shoes.
Decades after Tav and Astarion have settled in Waterdeep, Dalyria shows up to ruin their domestic bliss.
Post-fic AU of For All the Wrong Reasons. Can be read without having read the preceding fic.
To quote the comments section: "hi. hey. hello. what the hell." | "*thousand yard stare*" | "This is so good. Just a horrifically painful thing to experience."
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- Part 2 of Tavortheylinith
- Part 2 of Kinktober fills
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Facing a crisis of faith and torn between his urges and Githyanki enculturation, V'dek seeks the counsel of a drunken Shadowheart, one amnesiac to another. If only she'd been able to understand his plight—it might have saved her.
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- Part 1 of Kinktober fills
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“Keep your mouth shut, xenos, before I sew it shut for you.”
Laurenzia Von Valencius hadn’t been able to get the thought out of her mind since.