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Quick even on the wet stone shelf, Astarion skittered over and planted a hand on that fragile chest, shoving him into the wall. In lieu of speaking his disdain he hissed, baring twin rows of needle-sharp teeth.
Stay, stupid.
Oh.
His human's eyes went so wide when Astarion did that, so wet, and somehow they were even prettier. So too did that fluttering heart kick up under Astarion's palm as brittle ribs swelled with heavy, heaving breaths, even as the rest of that whiskered face remained stubbornly impassive.
A pleasant shiver coursed through Astarion's body and pooled low. Like swimming through a cold spot, the chill clinging in his wake. Something deep, hungry, essential within purred, so very pleased to see such a willful creature cowed, attentive, and in spite of his best efforts, afraid.
The rest of Astarion rather liked it too.
Astarion's existence is simple: eat fish, collect trinkets, and always listen when the master calls. After centuries of dragging sailors down into the dark, it only takes one fateful encounter to remind him of something long-forgotten: he was not always a monster. For day 4 of Bloodweave Week 2025 - AU Day!
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Gale had desperately clasped Astarion's wrist, preventing him from fully wrenching away. From fleeing. And for a brief moment Astarion was ready to lash out with all of the feral fury a starving spawn had to offer.
The memory of that scorching touch was like a scar. The imprint of his lightly calloused, bare palm on Astarion's slender wrist was an invisible, white-hot brand upon his flesh. It was only Gale's wide, worried eyes and immediate surrender of Astarion's captured limb that saved him from being torn to ribbons by long-forgotten vampiric claws.
He loathed it. Touching and being touched.
People did not touch Astarion and survive.
Astarion did not touch people destined to live.
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Astarion has a complicated relationship with physical touch. It brings up a wellspring of memories best left forgotten, and he doesn't even know if he could enjoy it anymore should he ever let anyone close enough to try... or five times Astarion sees Gale being held and has a lot of difficult feelings about it + the one time he does it himself and knows exactly how he feels about it.
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After dropping out of school years earlier, Astarion decides to get his GED. There’s one problem.
He’s ‘functionally illiterate’ and needs to take remedial language classes and get a tutor.
And who is that tutor? Why it’s Gale Dekarios, of course.
A night school AU
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"You think I don't like it."
Suddenly, the bedside table looks exceptionally interesting. "I never said that," Gale answers. "That isn't to say I'm not... worried that you might feel that way."
Astarion hums. "Well, let me put it this way: if we hadn't agreed that I wouldn't be allowed to touch you until you were ready, then you would be drained and half-embedded in this mattress from how hard I'd be fu—"
"Astarion!"
Gale decides to take a step outside his comfort zone and dip his toes into aesthetics once thought abandoned. Of course, this is Gale so it's less a dip and more a full-body dive. OR! Gale gets dolled up in bunny lingerie and has a lot of feelings about it. Good feelings. Hooray! 🐇🐇🐇
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A year after the events in "Bison," the boys are once again in the Great Plains. Gale really wants to tell Astarion he loves him.
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- Part 3 of Montana