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Astarion slinked around Gale where he sat behind his desk doing his various little wizardly things. “I’ve been studying.”
Gale’s face lit up. “That’s excellent news! I’m of the opinion that one should take every opportunity to expand their knowledge. What, uh—” Astarion had leaned over his shoulder, just daring his heart to race. He continued with a much smaller voice, “What subject have you taken up?”
“I’ve found quite an interest in certain . . . human anatomy.”
There was a beat of silence between them before Gale broke it with an awkward, ungraceful chuckle, “One of the more salacious topics, I presume?”
“Hmm . . .” Astarion traced his fingertips along the tops of Gale’s shoulders, dragging his hand from one side to the other, eliciting a shiver from the man just below him. “I don’t believe to most people, no. But I have a hunch you may feel differently.”
Or: Astarion gives Gale an anatomy lesson.
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Gale wouldn't say his mornings were usually quiet. This one was no exception, but not for the usual reason. When Gale woke up this morning Astarion was still trancing. And he was humming.
aka: I wrote a short little something for a prompt challenge and only realized after completing it (late) that I had somehow misread my prompt! Not fully sure how that happened
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“I’m hungry.”
Gale shook his head, a look like disappointment – concern? Dread? A look like something on his face. “You still haven’t eaten? Have you managed to drain the forest dry, yet?”
Rats, rotted and crawling with flies. Hardly any sustenance to them all, but Astarion’s new diet could only do so much more. Boars, badgers, and morning birds had begun to lose their appeal – and their nutritional value.
Astarion shook his head.
“I need something bigger.”This is my contribution to Bloodweave Week 2024! They are very near and dear to me and this felt like a good way to show my appreciation for the ship that has stolen my heart for the past year or so (nearly). I am a very slow writer and a huge procrastinator so chapters will be short and I doubt there will be seven of them, but I'll see what I can do (jk I procrastinated too much )
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“I don’t want any of this, Astarion.” Gale’s voice was gravel, ravaged by disuse, but it rang out in the expected silence like a crystal bell.
“He speaks!” Astarion was pleased, of course. It’d been far too long since he’d heard his lover’s voice. He continued with a pout, “I can’t believe it. You speak my name only to slight me.” He held Gale’s face with both hands then, looking down at him as one would a young child. He was relieved, he was adoring. Hells, he was doting. It was Gale’s tantrum, after all. “Whatever you need pet, I will bring it to you. You need only ask.”
heavily based on a vignette written by LamentablePlum :)
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Gale had spent nearly two hundred years hidden from the sun, stuck close to the side of the one who made him. He knew he had a coveted position kneeling at Mystra's right hand, her favorite spawn, and he'd do anything to take his rightful place there again. But he betrayed her, and she was well within her rights to cast him out to the streets of their beloved Waterdeep with only the sewer rats and the rotting dead carcasses of fish to sustain him. It was what he deserved.
Once the Archmage of Baldur's Gate, Astarion Ancunín was at one time a highly revered wizard, one of his god's, albeit many, chosen. And of course he was the only one that Cazador could trust in retrieving what remained of the Weave that was not in his control. That was how he'd ended up with a Netherese orb in his chest, suffering the consequences of disappointing a god, stuck in the shadow of the ever-arrogant Lorroakan that'd taken his place.
But the tadpoles change everything.
(On unintentional (hopefully short-lived) hiatus)
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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a gentleman who returns from war after eight years must be in want of a spouse. When rumours of Captain Gale Dekarios's exploits in battle become the talk of the ton, disgraced Mr. Astarion Szarr can only hope that his closest friend, and the secret holder of his heart, might come to return his long-buried affections.
With stunning art inside from the incredible Calolily!
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11 Jan 2026
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added to my tbr so hopefully i havent read it yet :)
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Astarion’s blood stirred once more. What would it feel like to pull a mark but keep the spoils? He could choose to have a bit of fun; it seemed to be a favourite pastime for many.The minute the idea took, he found himself drifting back towards his old haunts.
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Should have bookmarked those a long time, holy shit. Married bloodweave keeping things interesting !!
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It was the word that caught Gale’s journalistic curiosity first. Fallow.
In the strictest sense of things, it was a farming technique. Mostly lost to the ever-spinning cogs of their modern world, it was biblical in its simplicity. Farmer’s fields lay barren as autumn turned to spring and then summer, so that beneath them the earth would churn with new life. It was the soil’s breath between seasons.
He came to know it later slipped from a silver tongue, a bitten lip, a soft whisper. Let your lands rest and lie fallow, the so-called messiah would say with a hand upon his thigh.
Astarion was the story of a lifetime.
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04 Jan 2026
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Another beautiful transcendant work from positivejam 💗
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After a hurricane tears through the southeast, doctors across the country are bought in to help. Whitaker’s experience living in a rural community allows him to connect to patients, but sharing a motel room with Robby means his crush is more distracting than ever.
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“Um.”
Robert looks like he just stumbled into a murder scene. Herm supposes it isn’t that far off. “W–I-I…Robert, my–I am.. So s-sorry. I–”
“You realize if you wanted to seduce me there were way better ways to go about it, right?” Robert says, lifting a brow, humorously uncertain.
OR Waterboy is feeling desperate after work, blessed with the house to himself. He gets a little overzealous. Who else to call but Robert?