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    “You look simply ravishing my dear.”

    She smiled a bit at the praise but it did little to settle her nerves.

    Astarion eased her legs over his shoulders taking the time to caress her thighs on either side of his head. His eyes were trained on her glistening center, glowing with an animalistic sort of hunger.

    It felt a little strange, a little daunting... then she felt his breath and then his tongue.

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    09 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 13

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    “You really have outdone yourself with this one, Astarion”, he says as his thumb delicately traces the permanent bite mark Astarion’s frequent feeding has left on her neck. “Ah, I see you’ve been indulging yourself.” His master tuts. “Naughty boy.”

    Dread turns what little of Rae’s blood Astarion still has running through his veins to ice. He can’t bear Cazador touching her.

    “Lovely Rae. I wonder if you’ll taste as sweet as you look.”

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    a (p)re-imagining of what the Pale Elf quest storyline might have been if things hadn't gone according to plan.
    an exploration of Cazador's endless cruelty, Astarion's inner turmoil and Rae's selfless bravery.

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    04 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 20

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    Ever since Eira took the first breath of her second life, everything had been about death. Her resurrection left her skin a pale, hypothermic blue— a permanent brand ensuring she would never forget she'd traded her life for necromantic talent. Nobles paid her adoptive family well for it: resurrections, funeral rites, conversations with the dead. Questionable alliances. Even more sinister friends. It earned her family money and respect. It brought Eira nothing but travel— the only freedom afforded to her. Necromancy was hers only because they couldn't take it.

    But when she meets a pale elf with some interesting features, studying him is easier than admitting why she sees so much of herself in him.
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    This has become the kind of dark, psychologically driven fic I was always hoping to find. They're absolute disasters and I love them so much.

    Smutty chapters will be marked with *

    We're currently in the middle of Act 2. It's messy over here.

    Updates every few days as grad school allows!

    Warning: I’m a slut for Gale conflict and jealous/possessive Astarion.

    Also you can rip em dashes from my cold, dead hands. Enjoy. <3

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    07 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 25

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    The way she touches him is always so…achingly gentle. It makes his heart seize, like it’s threatening to beat again.

    He can’t take it. He needs her to drop the act. He needs to sweep her off her feet and make that delicate guise melt away. He needs her to touch him the way everyone else does. Anything to stop the way his skin lights up at her touch.

    (based on a prompt i received during an art trade: "Astarion being oversensitive when being touched by Tav because it's the first time he experiences gentle touches with no hidden motives. It can be sfw or nsfw. From his pov if possible.") no this doesn't mean i'm taking requests akdfdksngjksd

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    06 May 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 11

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    Astarion collapsed face-first onto the bed next to her with a dramatic groan of pure suffering. He managed to land hard enough that she bounced, which was actually pretty impressive.

    Serra set aside the sock she was darning and ran her fingers through his hair. He almost managed to not purr. “Your first longbow lesson was that fun, then?”

    “Speaking as an expert, that so-called ‘ranger’ is a monster,” he announced, gravitas only slightly impaired by the fact that he was muffled by a very fluffy blanket. “I may never move my shoulders again.”

    “That would be a tragedy. They're such nice shoulders.”

    “Exactly. Utterly monstrous.”

    Astarion tries something new. He learns more than he signed up for.

    (Or, multiclassing as a heavy-handed metaphor for personal growth.)

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    06 May 2026