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Smutty drabbles and ficlets of multiple Voltron pairings Galra and otherwise ^^
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Throk stilled, his posture imperceptibly shifting. “What are you implying?”
There it was again. A demand phrased as a question, a bidding undercurrent that made Sal’s breath tangle mercilessly. He leaned down ever so slowly, the scent he had caught earlier now ash and honey in his throat.
“We can help you with this.”
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While working as chefs at Galra headquarters, Sal and Hunk notice one of their customers could use some extra attention.
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I Feel Your Heartbeat In My Soul (Our Futures Bound, Our Bodies Know) by Curasha
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
18 Sep 2025
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From the moment your soulmate comes into the world, your hearts beat in sync. You would never know the difference between your heartbeat and theirs unless an irregularity occurred in one.
When Astarion learns of this, he can’t contain his giddiness at the fact that there is someone out there perfect for him and in turn, he is someone else’s perfect. When he reaches of age – at least by human standards – he is finally taken to a Soul Matcher—someone magically gifted to trace the connection between souls.
“I don’t detect another soul.”
Astarion’s heart drops but he’s told that this happens sometimes. His soulmate may not exist yet. He should check back in another year or so.
Astarion continues to do this for 19 years, his hope dwindling more so each time.
“I feel nothing. Perhaps you should-”
At 37, Astarion leaves before the Soul Matcher can finish his words and empty reassurances. At 37, Astarion dies and so does his belief that there is someone out there for everyone. He believes this for the next 161 years.
And then he wakes up with a heartbeat that cannot be his, for he is undead and his heart stopped beating long ago. -
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“You took a nap? You must be dying, you never nap,” Till jokes, his lips quirking up in a small smile. Ivan can’t help but return it. Till reaches out to brush the hair from his forehead, Ivan leans into the touch subconsciously, but Till quickly withdraws his fingers, averting his gaze. “Hey, Ivan, I have a question,” Till mutters.
“Yes?” Ivan replies, trying to smile his most convincing smile, to let Till know he’s okay, that he’s capable of holding it together.
“You’re thirsty, aren’t you?” Till says barely above a whisper, Ivan has to strain his ears to hear him, but the words hit him hard. He can hear Till’s pulse pick up its pace slightly in anxiety, the steady beat that had brought him so much comfort growing slightly erratic.
or: half-human/half vamp ivan and human till