WildHarlow
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Your tongue breaching his lips was rewarded with a hum of pleasure. Cold storm winds still swirled in the curtain across the way, but for you the room grew warmer.
“Sweet softness,” the heir was running his hands above your knees, bunching your skirts up along the way. His eyes narrowed with an uncertain smirk, “You are nearer my son’s age than my own.”
We both knew that already.
Not so subtly, you’d begun to undo the thick belt across his middle. You shifted so his jewelry adorned fingers reached your thighs. When the belt clattered to the floor, you raised a brow.“And how old is the Hand of The King?”
Baelor laughed in a way that made your ears prick, because it was uncharacteristicly naughty.
“Old enough to know when I am being teased,” he mused, with the same ease he would explain a jousting rank, “yet young enough to return it.”
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It is the night before The Trial of Seven in Ashford Meadows.
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He pointed, never a good sign, “You owe me an apology.”
Okay, here we go.
“For thinking you did something you’ve already done before?” She dismissed, “No.”
“Well I wouldn’t now,” Finn argued, shoulders tensing into a shrug.
“Now?” Liz parroted back, looking at her liquor. “Why? Did you poison this?”
He took a sip to prove otherwise, then set his glass down. “Right now, making you look bad makes us look bad while we prop up Inglis.”
Finn turned away, pacing and fidgeting his fingers as he weighed what he wanted to say next. Then, after a beat:
“Also, because we had sex.”
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A post-series take on how these idiots end up together.
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And then there was the man laying next to her: an unwavering force of strength on her behalf, a safety net who answered the door no matter what, a gentle friend who was quickly becoming so, so much more…
There was a pang in V’s chest as it all sunk in. One step closer to her answer had set her two steps back. Time was slipping through her hands faster than sand in the badlands, and if things didn’t change she’d soon be gone.
Is there ever a good time to fall in love?
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A retelling of some Cyberpunk events, in which V is torn between the man in her arms and the one in her head.
*Not yet finished*
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Night Phlox by WildHarlow
Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
19 Mar 2025
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“Look at you,” he whispered, sliding his rings up her thighs. “Who knew you were a rose, waiting to bloom?”
(In which, Emmrich goes down on Rook.)
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With Teeth by WildHarlow
Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types
22 Feb 2025
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“I think we are sufficient fools, Solas.”
He felt a small, betraying pang in his chest turn into a rapid onslaught of palpitations. Having a body was something that still managed to surprise him - particularly when it came to her.
“Bad dreams, then?” Solas sauntered a step closer, voice low.
The Inquisitor let out a pitiful laugh. “To be undressed beneath you?”
His lips parted ever so slightly, eyes wide.
She finished her drink, chucking it into the grass. When she finally met his eyes, her head was tilted against the tree, neck exposed to him.
“I suppose they’re only bad if they never come true.”
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The Inquisitor and Solas have a confrontation.
*NOW FINISHED!*
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Miscellaneous short one-shots and deleted scenes. (Always marked as complete; rated Explicit for chapter 7.)
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- Part 13 of The Broad Walls
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22 Mar 2026
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Months ago, Rhaiya Lavellan chose Solas over Cullen, but her feelings for the ex-templar never quite went away. Now, after being dumped by Solas, she is all alone. Or so she thinks.
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19 Jan 2026
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Hans grabs his bicep, fingers digging into the flesh the way he might test a fruit for ripeness. Henry curls his forearm and makes a fist beneath the water, squeezing tight. He watches Hans' face: the flushed redness of heat and strong drink, the shock as his fingers meet firm resistance.
Hans slides his palm over the wet fabric, pressing hard, testing the edges of the muscle. Henry feels like a horse skittish about being shoed, restrained from bolting only by a strong grip on the bridle.
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In the bathhouse, Hans and Henry find out how they measure up against each other.
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- Part 5 of Hansry fics
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28 May 2025
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"Are you cold?" Henry asked.
Without armor, in hose and gambeson, he was still an imposing figure: tall and broad, hands stained with dirt and blood, jaw stubbornly stiff. His bare feet were a shock of white in the dirt. He held his helm with both hands, embracing the metal into his belly. His hair was damp with sweat. There was another string of bruises on his throat, shaped like two wide thumbs.
Hans looked away. The tunic around Henry's knee had darkened. Blood was trickling into the dirt.
Hans kills a man, prepares for a wedding, and tries to do at least one thing right.
(Or: five times Hans and Henry didn't share a bed, and one time they did.)
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24 May 2025
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Broken In by oponn
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
12 Jun 2019
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Their discussion in the Hall during the celebrations was almost enough - until Sansa Starks spies Sandor Clegane sneaking off to depart for Kings Landing. Then, she has no choice but to make her move.
___Trying to insert some closure for the couple that, in my opinion, had the most botched ending.
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23 Apr 2025