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In the wake of a disastrous project, the only thing left for documentarian Astarion Ancunin is an insane job offer. A lone biologist, a research station, and a single shark.
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07 Jul 2026
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Hold Me Like Water— or Christ— Hold Me Like a Knife by orphan_account
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
17 Feb 2024
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Whether they were willing to admit it or not, they were two sides of the same coin. Astarion knew what it was like to starve in every sense of the word— he recognized hunger in others like an old friend— and Gale was as ravenous as a hollow-cheeked stray without even knowing it.
Alternatively: a university AU detailing Gale and the orb’s beginnings, Elminster being a father figure, Mystra being Mystra, and Astarion being a blood-sucking bastard who’s secretly very soft, especially for one wizard in particular.
**Title from Who We Are by Hozier
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02 Jul 2026
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Gale was close enough to see Astarion’s nostrils flare as he took in a great, deep breath, chest heaving with the effort. His scarlet eyes gleamed in the moonlight, open so wide and staring with such rapt attention straight into his own. Through him. It made Gale feel small. And important, maybe.
Sometimes Gale has impossibly big feelings and the only way he knows to cope is with endless rumination and denial that basically amounts to sticking his fingers in his ears and shouting. Such a coping mechanism may prove inadequate for dealing with the walking, talking, plucked-from-his-guilty-conscience fantasy that is Astarion. And it doesn’t help that Astarion has a smile that makes his heart sing, along with being, probably, the first real friend he’s ever had. (Tressyms excluded, of course.)
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30 Jun 2026
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"When they made camp, Astarion had set up his newly-looted tent and sat down on a tree stump, wrapping his arms around one leg so that he could rest his chin on his knee. He made it look like he was participating in their scattered conversations around the campfire—scoffed when the others did, nodded at regular intervals, furrowed his brow when a voice rose in question—but his eyes were fixed and glazed.
Gale knew this routine well. He knew it especially from when he’d fallen into a nervous depression eighteen months after Mystra had taken him under her wing and lost all ability to eat. He’d spent hours listening to his colleagues debate, pretending to engage while his mind floated away in a gnawing fog of exhaustion and lack."
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25 Jun 2026
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Hubris, Vampirism, and Other Immortal Ailments by MOSTLYVOlD
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
01 Jan 2025
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From the moment he found himself at the Nautiloid crash site, the chains of his compulsion broken, Astarion had one objective: to kill Cazador or die trying. To take back his life. He never gave much thought to what he would do after, or if he even knew what it meant to live.
It was some small comfort that Gale of Waterdeep seemed similarly unmoored.
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21 Jun 2026