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“You bought us gnomish drugs?” Astarion gasped.
It was all slotting together. The wretched truth. His poor, sweet, innocent husband was swindled by a gang of fraudulent artificers. Earnestly seeking something to ease his pain and walking away with an experimental tincture that was—
Suddenly, the strange cat video from earlier seemed much less like a silly internet distraction and much more like an omen. Or perhaps a premonition, lighting the shared future of Astarion and his husband as they hurtled forward together into the terrifying unknown.
Gale makes a miscalculation with his homemade edibles, Astarion experiences the wonders of THC for the first time, and federal tax dollars are wasted.
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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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"It's not right for you to carry my pup without my bite. As it is, you've shouldered the lion's share of this mess. At least allow me to make things right."
Gale rubbed his neck, refusing to meet Astarion's eyes. "Generous of an offer as that is, I can't let an accidental pregnancy be the catalyst for a mating bond. We hardly know each other–"
"We can fix that."
A one-in-a-million encounter crosses the paths of Astarion, an Alpha finally getting his life together after a directionless decade, and Gale, a community college professor by day and an entertainer at an omega club by night. Or, an extremely self-indulgent fox/bunny omegaverse longfic in which Gale suffers, Astarion vibes, and they also happen to fall in love.
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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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There was a time when Gale of Waterdeep could level a city with but a wave of his hand.
There was a time when Gale of Waterdeep could collapse mountains, alter the tides, tear open portals easy as blinking.
Now, it seemed, was the time for Gale of Waterdeep to cast the clumsiest Thunderwave this side of the Chionthar and be gutted for it.
AKA The Nine Lives of Gale Dekarios - written in celebration of Dead Gale Week with a little Spell Rot treato to suit Day 5