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Something other than a giant, alien brain festers in the city of Baldur's Gate. From dead men wandering the sewers, to soulless patriars scheming from their gilded palaces, something vile has taken root to consume all it touches.
To save a city that's deemed them criminals (and to save their own asses), these two losers must cheat, stab, and flirt their way to the heart of the rot and carve it out, piece by festering piece. And figure out what, exactly, they mean to each other.
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- Part 4 of these two shitheads
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Astarion’s coming to your tent every night with honeyed nothings on his tongue. Trouble is, you’re starting to smell hints of bullshit. The closer y’all get, the further apart you feel. And then there’s the fucking brainworm cult.
These two losers must cheat, stab, and flirt their way to the heart of a cult. And to…whatever it is between them.
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- Part 3 of these two shitheads
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Astarion once mused about placing his naked partner upon his lap upon a throne. Giving up ascension doesn’t mean giving up all of his desires, now does it? Especially since Eleanor would look so fetching in a collar. And nothing else.
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- Part 14 of these two shitheads
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The wooden box is small and nondescript. Tied shut with a plain, blue ribbon. The both of them stare at it for a long, long moment sitting innocuously on the desk by their door.
“I’m opening it,” Astarion says and gives the ribbon a gentle tug.
It’s made of silk, judging from the texture and easy slide, and he lifts the tiny, metal latch holding it shut.
The inside is filled with more silk, the same, early-dawn blue. He admires the sooth glide of it even as he plucks that up to reveal the item nestled within.
“Huh,” his darling says. Which is her way to say many things, but in this case likely means, “That’s a tiny, metal cock.”
These two losers finally get their hands on a Greater Magic Phallus; Astarion intends to break that in. Thoroughly.
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- Part 13 of these two shitheads
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It clocks. The shape. Something’s off. You look down between your bodies. You seen him in panties before. But his front now is flat. No hint of an erection.
“Do you remember that little chat we had, oh, around Greengrass last year?” he says.
Their version of the spring equinox. And the day you got that greater phallus. You, naturally, had mused about the orgasmic differences in genitalia, and Astarion had perked up (sweating and flushed and still panting).
You look at his crotch. The way them panties hug his hips.
“Oh,” you say.
His grin turns predatory.
Astarion receives a long-awaited package. And finally gets to use a long-awaited Earthian item.
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- Part 12 of these two shitheads
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“Oh, please, you’re a Silverwarden. Let's not pretend like you don’t know what this is.” Astarion hissed.
She cocked her head, expression darkening ever so slightly. “Do you have a reason to be afraid of monster hunters?”
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A trip up to the mountains to spread her father’s ashes goes horribly awry when Lydia finds an injured vampire spawn holding up in her parent’s old hunting cabin.Bookmarked by AtsadiWrites
02 Apr 2026
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Intriguing premise and solid writing and Astarion at his bitchiest. Hope this one keeps going!
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An exploration of the second time Tav and Astarion have sex from Astarion's POV. Complete with the dawning realization that his little plan may not be going as perfectly as he thought it was, but before he's ready to reveal it to her in Act 2.
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06 Aug 2025
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Oh my god holy shit i’m gonna cry. This is SO GOOD.
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The vampire's eyes are wide and round, full of amazement. They dart wildly around the sights below, as if trying to see everything at once. The lights of the city reflect upon his face, soft shadows dancing across his elegant features. The very tips of his fangs are visible from his parted lips.
The radiance of the city pales in comparison.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧
Two months after the brain falls, Baldur's Gate has picked up most of the pieces. The heroes that saved Faerûn have been there through most of it, helping the city get back on its feet. But now it's time to move on. Old lives and families to return to. Gale is going back to his tower in Waterdeep, back to the quiet, back to being alone; or at least, that was the plan. But plans change.
This is a story about falling in love.
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- Part 2 of Stumble and Fall
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02 Jan 2025
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Oh this one feels COZY but I just started and KNOW there will be smut later. Gale is such a dork; Astarion is such a dork. Together, they’re ADORABLE.
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You went to bed early tonight.
Well, earlier than you typically do. Not that Astarion has been paying you much attention. Hardly any, really. You’re just easy to miss.
Notice. You’re easy to notice. Because you’re so obvious.
Obviously annoying, obviously infuriating, obviously determined, and obviously infatuated with him. True, that had been his goal, but hells, you could blush a little less at his come-ons. Even if it does look cute on you.
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Astarion decides to check up on you and finds you... preoccupied. He takes the situation into (his own) hand.
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This one probably isn't long for the world regardless. He was going to get beaten to death in a dark alleyway sooner or later. Astarion knows exactly how unpleasant a death that was, and how merciful a few confused and terrified moments in Cazador's boudoir would be by comparison. His master wouldn't care that his first mark had been scared off or that this one was dead on his feet when Astarion found him, he'd only care if the guest room was empty.
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The gods have never cared for Astarion and Astarion has never cared for the gods. His prayers have always gone unheard - until tonight.
Or, what happens when Astarion brings the Dark Urge back to Cazador.