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During the tiefling celebration at camp, Wyll comes to console Astarion, who is feeling particularly miserable with a bottle of vinegar for wine. Terrible seductions, worse one-liners, and perhaps the ember of understanding that they might know each other the best.
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11 Nov 2025
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Through all the pain and the anger and the shame, there is some tiny part of Astarion’s brain that is weirdly thrilled to see Cazador fail. Oh, Astarion would cast the amulet off in an instant if he could. It’s pointless. Stupid. Completely unhelpful. Tacky. Dangerous to his health and safety, certainly. All the same, Cazador ordered Astarion to take it off, and Astarion refused. Sure, it wasn’t exactly an intentional refusal, and he got himself brutally tortured for it, but this has been the first time in two hundred years that he has managed to disobey a direct order.
Any glee Astarion might have been feeling about that evaporates when Cazador orders him to crawl back into the tomb.
Astarion finds himself in possession of a cursed amulet that he cannot take off, even by his master’s command. It’s only after he’s sealed away in the tomb for his disobedience that he realizes the damned thing can talk.
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02 Nov 2025
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Raised Out in the Cold, Raised on Little Light by fantailsock
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
16 Jun 2025
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He was in the Blade of Frontiers’ tent. The monster hunter’s tent.
Astarion shot up to see the man sitting in the entrance, blocking the sun with his body. Did he save him just so he could be tortured properly? He’d heard about hunters tearing out fangs to wear as necklaces - selling eyes and claws on the black market. Hells, did he hunt bounties as well as monsters? Had Cazador bought him to reel Astarion back?
His eyes fell to the rapier. The way Wyll was blocking the only exit.
Even though this man had saved his life for no discernable reason, he still had power over him. Astarion was trapped here with a hunter who knew now just how bestial he really was.
He had to warm up to him. Give him a reason to keep him alive. Fawn.“Please don’t kill me.”
He’d never been particularly good at fawning.
In which Astarion and Wyll meet a bit earlier than established canon, in the middle of nowhere, in the dead of winter, and neither of them are at their best.
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29 Oct 2025
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Against the dim glow of the fire, Wyll shines. His skin, his horns. The soft gaze he has affixed to Astarion. And he’s handsome— as always. Like a prince from a dream long forgotten.
In the dream, Astarion can separate want from fear. In the dream, Wyll puts his night in Astarion’s hands. In the dream, all Astarion does is hold on.
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27 Oct 2025
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The language of their intimacy is all inverted. Astarion shies away from the lightest touches and evades the subject any time Wyll tries to talk about this budding thing between them. Wyll bares himself over and over and over and still, sometimes, it feels as if Astarion is only ever seeing him in glimpses.
The closer Wyll gets to Astarion, the further away he seems to be.
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- Part 3 of a little self-indulgence
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25 Oct 2025