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"If you'd be so kind as to allow me to leave, I will be out of your very lovely hair in a moment! I am terribly sorry to have entered your territory," the startled man said as he began to drift backwards. This human was certainly one of the more intelligent ones as he knew to never turn his back on a predator. "You're quite the extraordinary and formidable being, aren't you?"
Oh? Who knew a human could have such taste…
Astarion eased only slightly at the compliments. "Extraordinary and formidable? Anything in particular catch your interest?" he replied back in a playful, haughty tone before he twirled around horizontally in the water to display his form. "Perhaps my magnificent tail fins or stripes are to your liking?"
Astarion is a lonely merman in the vast deep who stumbles upon a human who is somehow much further down than he should be. Despite his wariness of humans, his curiosity has him follow the verbose Professor Gale who teaches him more about the world above. Navigating a budding friendship can be a challenge when your new friend is so intriguing though.
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Gale gulps and blushes slightly as Astarion saunters over to him.
Astarion is wearing a royal blue turtleneck that clings to his torso with a cropped leather jacket and a pair of sleek black leather chelsea boots over form fitting black jeans.
“Good evening, darling,” he says with a smirk, and he looks like he should be at a nice dinner date instead of a corn maze in that outfit. Dapper as usual. But perhaps Gale is a bit biased. He has had a crush on the man for three years now.
Gale goes to a corn maze with his friends and has to deal with his crush in very close proximity.
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"What did you say?" the pale man asked, sounding almost breathless. He clenched his hands at his sides, digging what appeared to be very dark, sharp nails—almost claws—into his palms.
“You're beautiful," Gale repeated, rolling onto his side. His chest ached, and his vision was blurring again. If this was a vision before death, perhaps this was his mind's strange conjuring of an angel. Might as well make the most of it. "Like an angel....or a mermaid…? But those flippers are distinct…a pinniped?" he coughed weakly, his eyelids fluttering. He was rambling like an idiot.
"Not a bad last sight," Gale murmured, letting his eyelids droop. "The mind plays such tricks…" He reached out, gripping one clammy hand in his. His attempt to lace their hands together was restricted by a delicate web between each of Astarion's pale fingers. The other man's hand went rigid as stone, but he didn't pull away.
"Depths below, you're not dying, you imbecile," Astarion snapped. "Although perhaps it'd be better if you were." Those were the last words Gale heard before he slipped beneath the wave of unconsciousness.
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No Rest for the Winged by completelyrotten, spAceArrow
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
09 May 2026
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On instinct Astarion looked up through his lashes and winked. When he moved to uncover himself, leaving just a bit over his hips in a tease, pain shot through his little body. That’s right, he’s not in his elven form and Gale was most likely not attracted to bats. At least Astarion hoped he wasn’t.
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Hands reach out from the audience, grasping blindly as Gale walks the perimeter of the stage. Faintly, someone shouts out their undying adoration. Another screams their need to taste his sweat. Try as he might, Astarion simply cannot reconcile this man with the buttoned-up and bookish wizard he’s known for five centuries.
“Now, this next song is a personal favourite of mine.”
Gale tosses the barely-burnt stick to the ground, grinds it beneath a boot. His voice goes sinfully low as he presses his lips up against the mic.
“Worship,” he breathes out, lids fluttering. “With me.”
Five hundred years of freedom has prepared Astarion for anything. Except, as it turns out, his old friend Gale somehow ending up as one of Faerûn's hottest rockstars.
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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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