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What if it had been Tucker and Washington who got stuck together when Tucker activated the Temple of Procreation?
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He can’t ask Gale for help. Gale might have the best chance of finding any sort of cure to his current undesirable condition, but he doesn’t want to turn to him. Something about being vulnerable and in need in front of Gale grates at Astarion’s mind.
He isn’t accustomed to anyone standing up for him like this, not without wanting something in return. And the thought that he could, just for once, lean into that—lean on him—sits uncomfortably close to tempting.
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11 Dec 2025
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Gale's the highest bidder for his favorite porn star's yearly charity auction but can he overcome his anxiety to claim his reward and, ahem, make some content with Astarion Ancunín, mouth of the year 2024?
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02 Dec 2025
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You and Gale are trapped in a locked room, with no space to move.
Set early in Act 1, before the tiefling party. Featuring matchmaker Karlach and chaos gremlin Astarion.
Inspired by @daisyofwaterdeep's juicy post (https://www.tumblr.com/daisyofwaterdeep/763355026527764480/thinking-about-the-pressed-together-in-a-too?source=share).
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- Part 1 of A Perfect Storm
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10 Nov 2025
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The decision to attend Waterdeep Comic Con during the Midwinter holiday had been intentional. Astarion had assumed that everyone – his overbearing (if well-meaning) friends, his manager, and his psychotic ex – would leave him alone so that he could work in peace. He’d been wrong. On the heels of one of the worst scandals of his acting career, Astarion Ancunin is saved by an unlikely hero: his driver.
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The Driver hefted a set of black, leather gloves from atop his legs. His fingers were long and tanned. Astarion couldn’t help but watch as he donned them, giving the tight fabric a flex until the leather stretched over his knuckles. Then he tilted his head to the left, touching an ear to each of his shoulders, before pushing out his chest. His fitted suit strained against the motion, and Astarion heard a few joints pop.
“Do you happen to have your seatbelt on, sir?” the driver asked.
Astarion’s mouth, for some reason, watered.
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20 Oct 2025