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“You bought us gnomish drugs?” Astarion gasped.
It was all slotting together. The wretched truth. His poor, sweet, innocent husband was swindled by a gang of fraudulent artificers. Earnestly seeking something to ease his pain and walking away with an experimental tincture that was—
Suddenly, the strange cat video from earlier seemed much less like a silly internet distraction and much more like an omen. Or perhaps a premonition, lighting the shared future of Astarion and his husband as they hurtled forward together into the terrifying unknown.
Gale makes a miscalculation with his homemade edibles, Astarion experiences the wonders of THC for the first time, and federal tax dollars are wasted.
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There is a storm. It knocks two sticks loose from a tree.
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- Part 2 of Crack Oneshots
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As Gale climbs the Netherbrainstem to detonate his orb, he contemplates love, Magic, and his reasons for self-sacrifice.
Written as a free verse poem.
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Gale is determined to bake Astarion a holiday cookie he can actually eat. Astarion gets a bit emotional about it.
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Astarion is a Walmart store greeter. Gale is the cute but annoying customer who shows up every day and talks his ear off.
Cue the old man yaoi.
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Deep in the Shadow-Cursed Lands, there is no prey. Hunger gnaws at Astarion, urging him to seek sustenance wherever he can find it. When Gale accepts his plea, Astarion can’t help but notice the wizard tastes somehow different beneath the ichor of the freshly mollified orb.
Earthy. Bestial. Primal.
Lupine.
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Gale and Astarion spend a week in a rental cabin on the prairie, dancing around both each other and their friends.
Sequel to "Bison".
Series
- Part 2 of Montana
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Gale shot him a smirk. “You’re in a bit of a killjoy mood today, huh?”
Astarion shrugged and gestured at his face. “Come kiss it better?”
Gale stood with a languid stretch that showed off the long, lean lines of their abs. Astarion’s eyes trailed down past the line of dark hair to a triple set of waistbands slung increasingly low across trim hips—the strings of a thong, the waistband of their well-worn cotton boxers, and the thick denim of Gale’s favorite JNCOs. Astarion watched the little stack of fabric shift as Gale walked closer to him, purposefully swaying their hips for Astarion’s benefit.
“Can I have a hit of that?” they asked, gesturing towards the joint with their chin.
Nodding and taking a deep drag, Astarion tipped his face up at Gale with an expectant look. Without missing a beat Gale leaned down and pressed their open mouth to Astarion’s, sucking in as Astarion blew out.
A lovely Saturday evening in which Astarion gets high and watches MTV while Gale cockwarms him.
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The gang decides to take a thousand mile road trip in a rented van but they did not anticipate how much luggage space they would need (or, rather, how much luggage space Astarion would need). They run out of room and are one seat short.
The solution? Obvious.
Astarion will just sit on Gale's lap. It will be fine, right?
It will be fine, right??
Series
- Part 1 of Montana