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1. “You know, this should teach you to stop running after me without a plan.”
2. “Oh, god, I could kiss you right now.” (Flynn&Wyatt)
3. “Do you ever sleep?”
4. “Well,” she says, lightly. “We are lucky he bought it. I suck at acting, I was always the tree at recitals.”
5. “I swear, if you die on me—” (...) “What, you’ll kill me?” (Flynn&Wyatt)
Collection of unrelated (mostly) Garcy themed Tumblr ficlets.
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02 Oct 2025
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It's a dangerous thing, having something to lose. Having something you aren't willing to lose, especially when the wasteland is the greatest thief to have ever been born, radium fingers not deftly picking your pockets. Instead, ripping them open at the seams.
Makes you choose between having empty pockets, or shooting any hand that wanders in your general direction.
He'd trust yours on the grip of a gun pressed to his temple.
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17 Sep 2025
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You try to flirt. You really do. But when Karlach dares you to sweep someone off their feet, and you choose Astarion of all people, things go exactly how you'd expect: poorly, hilariously, and then… dangerously well.
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- Part 5 of Astarion x Reader Collection
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02 Sep 2025
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“Although it is getting late. Maybe we should order dinner…”
She chuckled at that one. “Hmm. I wonder if the raider compound next door delivers…”
“Nah,” he scoffed. “I was actually thinking Thai.”
“Thai?”
“Yeah. Thai. You like Thai? I know a great place just up the street. Usually I’d have my assistant order but seeing as you’re a little tied up…”
She finally stilled the dial of the safe at the realization, completely convinced that she’d botched the job again anyways. So on top of working on her safe cracking, he wanted to work on her improv too.
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09 Jul 2025
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“You can only have one hand on me at a time. The other needs to stay where I can see it.”
He immediately dropped his hold on her.
Right.
Prostitute.
Game.
He wasn't him right now. He wasn't even Deacon. No, right now he was the man who lived at the end of the hall, the man who was in love with the beautiful little blonde whore he liked to pick up at the bar.
This… this might be allowed.
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09 Jul 2025