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The Last Will and Testament of Cazador Szarr by AbigailMoment
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
16 Feb 2026
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"First," said Gale. "Do not kill any thinking creatures in Waterdeep unless you must to protect yourself or you have my express permission."
As Gale spoke, he could feel the weight of his words sinking into the person sitting across from him. It was like casting a spell, but took no effort. Astarion had been staring hollowly into his goblet of blood, but at this he made a faintly interested noise. As if the rule were novel and he was considering the shape of it.
"Second, you will obey me in all things," said Gale. There didn't feel like there was any honest way of softening that. Astarion didn't make any sound at all.
"Third, do not leave the tower without permission." Astarion made another speculative noise, considering this one too. But then his shoulders hunched and his eyes skittered down, as if he didn't want to look at what was about to happen.
"Fourth," Gale said, and paused. He started with some context: "There is a tressym upstairs."
Astarion's head twitched. He looked up at Gale, blinking, startled. He had the air of someone who had been bracing for a blow and instead had just been handed a balloon animal.
"A what?" he asked.
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- Part 1 of Will & Testament
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He tastes her. She sighs his name, the breathy sigh of a dream. When he tastes her again, she says his name with the half-clarity of the half-awake.
“’starion,” she says. “Did I start ’lready?”
Astarion slakes his thirst on Karlach's blood in more ways than one.
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- Part 1 of while you were sleeping
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"There's more writing on the bottom of the bowl," Shadowheart said. She was crouched down and pointing to markings on the underside of the creepy, bloodstained altar.
"Is there? What does it say?" Gale asked, shuffling on his knees to get closer to where she was pointing.
"He's going to crawl around like this and then complain about his knees all the way back to camp," Astarion muttered, sounding half amused and half exasperated. Karlach chuckled just a little, because he was right. Talk about being your own worst enemy: Gale versus his knees and back.
"It says 'within each self a monster'," Shadowheart read off of the underside of the bowl.
"Oh, this is very interesting," Gale said. "The blood spilled in the bowl will touch the other phrases, but not this one. I think that marks it as optional. I've heard of something like this before. Azuth set out trials for young mages where one could mark certain incantations with chalk and leave others blank, indicating how difficult a challenge one was willing to face."
"This would make the trial harder?" Shadowheart asked, straightening. "A more difficult test?"
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haunting out by the reeds by Raayide for stolenglow
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
13 Nov 2025
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Undead cannot become mindflayers. A living mind is required to be a host, and vampire spawns don't have one.
There's something growing inside Astarion's skull.
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Three commands has Astarion broken, and now the fourth with a rapier through his gut and crossbow to his skull. Centuries he's wanted to be free—well, here it is. Dirt under his nails and blood behind his fangs. He's free. Isn't he fucking satisfied?
Astarion has not been a person in two hundred years. His journey to become one does not start off well.
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A Love Worth Fighting For by shadowfell for yellowstonewolves
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
03 May 2025
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“We should have sex,” she tells him.
“The line you used on Wyll was better," Astarion retorts. "What was it? I yearn for your scent? I can’t believe that didn’t work.”or: Lae'zel and Astarion agree, Wyll is the perfect person. Clearly the solution is to get in a competition of romantic gestures.
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"Do you have any idea what this is?" he'd asked, peering into the strange pit in the basement of the tower. It was about as wide and deep as the pool from a modestly-sized bathhouse, though that wasn't what had caught Wyll's eye about it.
"Ah yes," Gale said, with a twinkle in his eye that Wyll, at the time, mistook for academic curiosity. "The illecebrae flagellum. I think that's the Purple Majesty breed. Quite popular in the southern countries—designed in Athkatla, you know. I'm surprised to see it here! Normally in the Underdark you get more bioluminescent breeds like the Starstrand—"
"Right," Wyll said, politely. "Is it valuable? Dangerous?"
"Dangerous? No, not at all." Gale wiggled a finger over the lip of the pit. Wyll startled as one of the thin waving vines coiled around it. "The value is, ah. Subjective."
Wyll was saved from having to ask more questions by Astarion—appearing from nowhere, as was his wont—to put it in plain terms.
"It's a sex plant," Astarion said flatly.
Wyll and Astarion make a startling discovery in the basement of a dead wizard's tower.
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In which Astarion conceals a number of serious injuries until well into the Shadowcursed lands, at which point he chooses to make all of them Wyll's problem.
Or: Astarion is shroomed thrice (but the third time is a lie.)
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Once upon a time, before he was heralded as a hero of Baldur's Gate, before he was even the Blade of Frontiers, Wyll Ravengard was only a young man tossed around by fate. Banished from the only world he ever knew, scared, shivering, and lost, Wyll barely survived his first years out in the wilderness. He tries not to think back to those days.
But those days, it seems, are not ready to let him go.
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As Wyll undergoes a brutal transformation at Mizora's hands, Astarion contemplates the nature of mercy.