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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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in the garden of eden by fadeawayradiate
Fandoms: Iron Lung (2026), Project Hail Mary (2026), Bloodymary - Fandom
03 Jun 2026
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Eridians have recreated more of Earth than Grace could have imagined. Waves, trees, flowers — Grace is grateful for all of it. Simon feels the same, even if he doesn’t say as much. Grace can tell from how curious Simon has become.
Answering his questions about plant life was a breakthrough for their relationship. So, as long as Simon wants to know something, Grace is willing to teach him about it. It's just that giving a lesson on this particular flower isn't quite like what Grace is used to teaching about. After all, it's not like he'd have ever brought up marijuana in the classroom.
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29 Jun 2026
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genuinely life-changing. Also, bottom simon !!!
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Follow the White Rabbit by TroublesomeTuesday (AshenLilac)
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
19 Oct 2023
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"Somehow [this] hadn’t landed in the possible smorgasbord of all the things he could have caught the wizard doing, but it made a lot of sense... Who wouldn’t give that a go, really?"
(It's not what you think and yet also maybe exactly what you think...)
Just a lot of filth really. I regret nothing and everything.
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- Part 1 of Eat Me/Drink Me
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06 Feb 2024
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gawddamn. that is all.
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Even Dogs Know Not to Drink Saltwater by Mixxy
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Iron Lung (2026), Andy Weir's Project Hail Mary - All Media Types
20 Jun 2026
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Grace is kind, warm, and generous with his gentle touch. Simon just wishes he could stop hurting him in return. After biting the hand that feeds one too many times, Simon seeks out Rocky to build him some items to keep Grace safe.
After all, muzzled dogs can't bite.
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25 Jun 2026
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petplay bloodymary 👀 we all knew it was inevitable
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As a way of coping with the fact Ryland was chased down against his will and put on the Hail Mary, he decides it would be a fun evening activity to have his hot boyfriend chase him down and fuck him six ways to Sunday.
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14 Jun 2026
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Would it really be my bookmarks without some filthy porn?
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Close Contact by Antilocapra
Fandoms: Iron Lung (2026), Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir
12 Jun 2026
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“Can you talk?” Simon asks. “Or are you past that?”
In response, Grace licks his neck. Okay then. Definitely past the point of coherent verbal communication.
“Stop that,” Simon says mildly, shrugging his shoulder to jostle Grace, who grunts when Simon’s collarbone thuds into his nose and tightens his grip on Simon’s shirt in mute protest.
A non-standard Bloodymary A/B/O AU