Author: Smehur

Party Night

A new installment in my Baldur’s Gate 3 series about Astarion and my golden boy, Talven Vrinn.

Astarion has had enough of this “party”. He picks up the bag with supplies he prepared earlier and makes for the woods. Passing the last torch, he pauses to take one more look at the camp, just in time for another burst of fireworks. Lit by all the colors of the rainbow, Talven stands on his own near the bonfire. Their eyes meet. Talven smiles at first, then grows serious. He points at his eyes, and then at Astarion. I see you.

Astarion’s stomach flips.

When was the last time his stomach flipped with anything but dread?

Not gonna lie, this one was tough to write. I aimed for the sweet spot between uncomfortable and hot; I believe Astarion could’ve actually enjoyed it, though perhaps not fully. That’s how I felt while writing, and now I wonder if a reader might feel the same while reading?

Read the story here, or on AO3.

Cover art by Emy.

Many Hands: An Anthology of Polyamorous Erotica featuring a story of my own successfully funded

I am delighted to report that the Kickstarter campaign to fund Many Hands: An Anthology of Polyamorous Erotica that features my first ever original story to be published, was successfully funded. This means it will go into print, and reach hundreds of readers, and I will be paid, and finally be able to call myself an author without half a dozen parentheticals. Needless to say, I’m over the moon.

As of this post, you can still order a copy of the anthology from the Kickstarter page.

Bruised — a Harry Potter fic

My first Harry Potter fic is, of course, all about Draco Malfoy. I’ve fallen in love with these two by reading other people’s fic, and with this, I hope to give a little something back. 💝

Hidden behind the heavy oak door, Draco felt his upper arms gingerly. Mother had had a house elf heal the bruises with magic, but his flesh still held the memory of pain.

Read the story here, or on AO3.

Apparently, I’m into Harry Potter (and Draco Malfoy) now

I’m months late, announcing this shocking new development. It started quite a while ago, perhaps as early as in March, though I only realized the extent of the obsession in May. A bit of a strange story, the whole thing, and I’m about to tell it in all the juicy detail.

With all my previous fandoms, the route was: 1) watch or play or read; 2) daydream; 3) write; 4) reluctantly engage with the community, mostly with the goal to advertise my creations. With Harry Potter, it was all backwards. First, I started reading fanfiction, then daydreaming, and watching, reading and playing came almost as an afterthought.

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Phalar Aluve

A new story in my Baldur’s Gate 3 series!

“Let me see,” Astarion says.

Still hazy, Tav reluctantly offers the grip of the magical sword.

“No, not that. Your hand, my dear. And the absolute butchery you made of it with that butter-knife of yours.”

Or, Tav makes a blood sacrifice to the goddess of the dancing lights, and Astarion refuses to let it go to waste.

Read the story here, or on AO3. Hope you’ll enjoy!