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And When You Touch Me, It Could Be Almost Holy by Lywinis
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
03 Mar 2025
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During a fraught combat with Absolute cultists, Tarryn downs a hag potion instead of the healing potion he'd needed.
Gale helps.
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“Oh,” he heard Staeve exhale one evening, an odd inflection in his voice, as Astarion let himself almost doze off against his side. “Are you happy, babe?”
Drows purr. Vampires also purr. Astarion didn't know that.
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- Part 17 of staeve multiverse
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It wasn't just bad luck that Staeve was targeted. It was a calculated attack. Halsin knew well enough how a caster could examine their enemies for tells. Halsin did it himself. Considered an opponent's tactics, and guessed at the places their mind would be most vulnerable.
You didn't have to be a gifted empath to watch how Staeve hurled himself into the thick of combat, right at the biggest bandit wielding the two-handed great sword, and think that the man might be vulnerable to a spell that exploited wisdom.
The fact that it took down Astarion too, well, perhaps that one was just bad luck.
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- Part 2 of Astarion Nonsense
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“He saw me, where Mystra didn’t.”
It’s late now. Astarion sits with Gale beneath the starless night and watches him polish his sword. A slip of the blade draws blood; unfazed, Gale brings his finger to his lips, and tastes it with naked rapture. In the waning moonlight, the rot is more obvious than ever before. It snakes past his waistband, branches over his throat.
Astarion hums softly. “Bhaal?”
A nod. “He saved me.” Gale shuts his eyes. “He talks to me. Listens to me, understands me, believes in me, rewards and respects and adores me.”
A pause. Overhead, the wind is silent.
“He loves me. And in turn, I grant him my devotion.”
In search of a cure for the tadpole in his head, Astarion encounters Bhaal's newest Chosen, and finds himself biting off far more than he can chew.
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Tav glances over his shoulder to ensure no one is watching, and touches his neck. “This has to stop.”
It’s subtle, the way Astarion’s careless facade morphs into rapt attention: a refocused tilt of his shoulders, a new glint to his eyes. Tav holds his breath. Now neither of them are breathing, he’s sure.
Astarion speaks, softly: “What has to stop?”
“You know what.”
Tav’s having second thoughts about letting Astarion feed on him at night, but quitting is easier said than done. Early/mid Act 1. Astarion x m!Tav.
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- Part 1 of a crooked touch (Astarion x m!Tav)