It seemed Sivir was given some misinformation about a certain Tomb in hopes of plundering it. But in the end, was she really in it for the gold, or perhaps a certain hound? Originally a roleplay between a friend and myself, I spent time editing it with them to make it more story-suitable. Nasus/Sivir. Lemony goodness in the later chapters, if you're into that.

Dorian x Trevelyan fic. The Herald of Andraste has been having a hard time keeping his feelings bottled. He decides the best course of action is to let his companions open that bottle... So he could drink it, instead. (My first fic.)