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Devils You Know: A Gale x Tav Musician AU

Devils You Know (3723 words) by CrabsWithSticks Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gale/Tav (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Tav (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Gale & Wyll (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Gale (Baldur's Gate), Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Alternate Universe - Music, Modern Era, Abusive Relationships, not Gale and Slate though other relationships past and present, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Drugs, Cancer, Angst, Fluff, Pining, Musicians, Gale is an ex music historian, Tav plays in a rock duo, Past Character Death, Trauma, Abusive Parents, Hurt/Comfort, Healing Summary: Gale left his home of Waterdeep to start over after his life fell apart. Unsure of what to do with his life, he moved to Baldur's Gate, opening up a record shop, hoping to hide from his past and the people in it. However, dragged out to a club by his friend Wyll, he stumbles across Slate, a member of a rock duo playing at the club. Life hasn't been kind to either of them, but maybe they can find a way to start over together.

Happy Friday! How about: remembering tiny things about the other from the Trust Building prompts?

For Solas and Lavellan?

Thanks for the prompt!! Hope you enjoy :D @dadrunkwriting

Ghilara x Solas, 637 words

Ghilara was at her desk, teeth gnawing at the pencil in her hand, one problem away from snapping it in two. The words on the paper in front of her swum before her eyes, the letters morphing into an indecipherable pile of glyphs for all she could understand them. She groaned, leaning forwards, forehead against the table eyes closed, trying to pretend she was somewhere else. Somewhere calming. Somewhere outside. Somewhere without a gauntlet of paperwork to run. Her back slumped, arms hanging loosely by her sides. “I can come back if now isn’t a good time?” She shot up straight and blinked at the sight of the humble elven apostate standing in front of her desk. “Solas?! When did you get here?” He chuckled, “I did knock, so I thought you must have been out. I was only coming to drop something off for you.” She winced, “you weren’t waiting too long were you?” “Rest assured, I have only been here a few seconds. But perhaps you should take a break from your work.” “Josephine will kill me if I don’t get this done,” she groaned, head falling back onto the table. “Perhaps I can tempt you with something then.” She still had her eyes shut but heard him place something on the desk next to her head. She frowned, waiting for him to do something else. Then the smell hit her. Sweet and buttery, a twinge of spices, and the faint smell of dried fruits. She didn’t waste the time to sit up, just twisted her head to look.

“Hearth cakes!” She squealed. She went to grab at them, only just remembering herself in time. She was a grown woman last time she checked, not ten. She coughed, clearing her throat and stood, picking this basket of the cakes up with her. “Consider myself convinced Solas.” She walked over to the couch, grabbing a blanket off her bed as she went. She curled up and patted the spot next to her, holding the blanket up for the other elf to slip in beside her. He was warm against her and she pulled her knees up, leaning her back against his arm. She grinned at him. “Now, you are going to have to eat some of these soon, otherwise I will eat them all. I wouldn’t want you to go hungry though, so consider yourself warned.” “I shouldn’t worry about that Ilara, I have more than enough for us both.” She looked up, mouth stuffed with a cake already and only then noticed the basket he had placed next to them on the couch. She peered over and in and saw a veritable feast. There was a small dish of hall butter with wildflowers mixed into it- borage and chicory. Beside that was a basket filled with dried fruits from the free marches, drizzled with sticky honey. And those were only the things she could see. She looked at Solas. “What is this Solas?” Her words were puzzled, ranging onto the edges of suspicion. They were still in that strange limbo just before romance, still blushing when the other caught them looking, still thinking back on the softness of the others lips and wondering how it would compare to the material world. Did he want something? Did he expect something? He seemed to sense her thoughts. “It is- Just that you mentioned last week that you were sick of the human nobles food. How it all tasted weird. And I was just in the market today and there were a small group of Dalish who had come in to trade. I thought it might remind you of your home.” She softened. “Oh. Thank you Solas.” He inclined his head, the corners of his mouth slipping into the beginning of a smile, pink gathering on his cheeks.

Happy DADWC! Can I get "warming their hands by slipping them up the other’s shirt and onto their back/stomach" for fwb! Ghilara Lavellan & Isabella

So...this turned out a lot more smutty than I was expecting..... be nice, its baby's first smut....gonna go hide in the corner now...

@dadrunkwriting

cw: sexual content, dom/sub vibes

She had known it was a bad idea. But Bella had been her usual charming self and pulled her into a darkened booth in the corner, lined up the shots and gotten out the cards. From there it had been inevitable what would happen. Ghilara with her tits out to the world and Isabella only down to her smalls. She had cheated. Obviously. She always did. Not that Ghilara had much idea of how. The woman didn’t even wear sleeves to hide the cards she swapped in.

From there it had only been a few short jumps to the other woman straddling her, mouth pressing open kisses to her breasts. Thankfully for them both, at that point Ghilara had still been sober enough still to pull the two of them up to their rooms before they started fucking in the corner, for all the bar to see. Ghilara stretched out in the bed, feeling the gentle ache of muscles well used, and the sheen of last night’s sweat on her skin. Even with the pounding of her head from the alcohol, she shivered remembering the other woman pinning her hands down, the feel of soft thighs either side of her head, and the gasping moans as the other woman came. She could feel Bella behind her now, the slow rise and fall of the other woman’s breath and her radiating out. Ghilara rolled over in the bed, wrapping her arms around the other woman, tucking them into the rolls of fat that settled at her hips. Isabella groaned. “Ghil, your hands are cold.” Ghilara grinned and tightened her grip on the other woman. Her breasts pressed into her back, she whispered into Bella’s ear, “but you’re so warm,” and buried her hands deeper, stroking and pawing as she went. “You are incorrigible Ghil.” “Maybe I just like feeling you in my hands,” flipping her hands round so that the backs pressed against the other woman. Bella shrieked at the fresh coldness and kicked out at Ghilara, but the elf stayed firm, waves of laughter rolling through her body. Isabella elbowed her, and rolled the two of them over as Ghilara’s bear hug loosened for a single moment. Now astride Ghilara she held her down with her weight, snatching her bandana from the beside table. “Well, well, well,” she cooed, “seems the tables have turned, inquisitor.” Ghilara shivered at her words. The irreverent usage of her title while she was pinned to the bed. Throat dry, she allowed the other woman to lift her arms above her, tying them to the bedframe with a loose knot. Something fluttered in Ghilara’s chest. Her mouth hung ajar, unable to form words, as her entire mind was overcome with the sensations of the slide of the other woman against her body. Her fingers brushing over her ribs, light enough to tickle. She was relentless even as Ghilara struggled and twitched from the tickling sensations. Her hands meandered down her body until they came to rest between her thighs, slipping a single finger between the warm folds of skin. Hand still between her legs, Bella crawled up like a cat until her mouth hovered directly above Ghilara’s still agape lips. “You haven’t even seen the start of how incorrigible I can be. Inquisitor.”

A Distracted Mind (1556 words) by CrabsWithSticks Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas (Dragon Age) Characters: Female Lavellan (Dragon Age), Solas (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Fluff, Pining, Established Relationship, Touch-Starved Solas (Dragon Age), the man will reciprocate any physical contact but ten times more, Flirting, very minor jealousy Series: Part 2 of God Loves You, But Not Enough To Save You (Ghilara Lavellan) Summary: No matter what Dorian said, Solas wasn’t pouting. And he certainly wasn’t sulking. He wasn’t pouting over studying alone. He wasn’t pouting about the music that was swirling through the gaps in the door to the rotunda. And he most certainly, and most ardently, was not pouting about the fact that Lavellan was busy tonight.