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Fem reader x Astarion (with a brief history with Halsin), pre-Cazador. Just having arrived in the city, the pair stumbles upon a familiar grave. This is my first time writing and posting fanfiction, so please be nice 🥲🥲

Astarion is falling in love, but he doesn't know what to do with those feelings after centuries of torture at Cazador's hands. He tells himself this cannot be, and yet... every day he falls just a bit harder. Note: This fic is from the POV of Astarion.

The pinpricks of light from the surface of Faerûn trickle down into the depths, and call upon a survivor: a woman raised in the dark, trained to be a killer. She will not allow herself to remain enwebbed by the Spider Queen, to play by her rules and still fail to earn her favor. Cinder will endure as she always has, but first she must escape Menzoberranzan.

Claire made a choice and now she must live with it, even if it means losing the person she loves...or submitting to him completely. How far is she willing to go for someone who no longer remembers himself? For a life that is not ideal, but that can be better than the life in which you are currently sinking?

Trissara, a Lolth sworn drow, awakens in a mysterious chamber filled with an unnatural shimmering light. She is shackled, her head throbbing with pain, and overcome with a sense of panic without understanding why. As her eyes adjust to the dim light, she sees distorted figures and writhing tentacles dancing in the air. She struggles to recall her past, but her memories are fragmented. She knows she is a hunter-a Gloom Stalker-but feels lost and guided only by a "Dark Urge" within her that pushes her to move forward and defend herself. This urge seems to control her actions, driving her towards unknown goals. She is on a living Nautiloid ship controlled by Mind Flayers, a setting filled with horrors and madness.