10 Works in Bloodweave Week 2025 (Baldur's Gate)
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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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front row seat (at the end of the world) by Prox (Amber)
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
27 Sep 2025
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A brief Bloodweave moment in Bhaalworld.
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The shape of his tower loomed in the distance, not so tall as to be imposing on the skyline, but still visible from where he was, several blocks away. With the full moon behind, it pierced the night sky like a needle, windows darkened for the first time in years. How could one not feel regret? Over three decades spent in shadow while his beloved city was bathed in music, color, and light, and now that he finally had the courage to step out once more, he was all but pressed against the nearest wall, watching pensively as revelers danced their way down brightly lit streets.
With a shake of his head, he broke out of the spiral once more.
We deserve this.
They deserved this.
There's no denying that Gale and Astarion met under... strange circumstances, so what better time than Lliira's Night to meet as strangers and treat each other to something sweet and ordinary? For day 7 of Bloodweave Week - Masquerade & Stargazing
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Gale is aging, as humans do, and dealing with the beginnings of dementia. Astarion takes cares of him.
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"Gale eyes himself in the full length mirror—enchanted to be useful to both him and Astarion, of course—with a sigh. Standing only in his briefs and corseted binder, it's not that he dislikes how he looks. No, it's quite the opposite. He turns to the side, admiring how the garment flattens his chest. The smooth line from collarbone to stomach positively thrills him."
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Gale appreciates Astarion's body so much that Astarion can't take it anymore.
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Sandalwood and lavender, presumably from whatever products he uses in his hair. A lingering air of old paper that Astarion assumes one can only acquire from spending an inordinate amount of time in a library. And beneath all that, an undercurrent of ozone. Like the air just after a lightning strike.
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Astarion finds himself enamored with how Gale smells.
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"So, what's next for the great Gale of Waterdeep?" Astarion asks, drawing him out of his brooding.
Gale frowns. He hasn't been Gale of Waterdeep since before the nautiloid. No matter how much bravado he puts on. But then, who is he? Without Mystra. Without the Orb.
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Sometimes the best choice still feels like shit.
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He could have said no. Refused to aid in the ritual that screamed its profound wickedness.
Instead he bargained his lover's soul for safety. Doomed him to bear the burden of seven thousand lives made hells fodder. Passed him the mantle of master, monster. An act of profound selfishness wrapped in a promise of power. A promise his pitiful, mortal body proves he failed to keep.
Perhaps Astarion finally understands that.
Perhaps he finally hates him for it.
The night Gale changes from dark consort to vampiric bride, and what a relief it is. For day 1 of Bloodweave Week 2025 - Post-Canon & Sunrise
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He watches from a distance as Astarion paces the monastery grounds, trying to find the spot the sun will reach first each morning so that he can plant his pocketful of tea leaves. Something for him to leave behind out here, basking in the light.
Bloodweave Week Day 1: Sunrise / Post-canon