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“Like most of his nightmares, it begins like a dream. He finds himself on an ivory beach, white sand gleaming in tandem with the bright cerulean sea.”
One year of self-isolation is plenty of time to catch up on the existing literature, and when Gale notices a lack of knowledge on the merfolk, he takes it upon himself to create a guide on the matter before his impending doom. But plans go awry when, ten months in on his journey across Faerun, he finds himself shipwrecked on an island in the middle of nowhere, waiting to be rescued.
There just so happens to be company: a mer with striking red eyes that just can’t seem to leave either.
MerMay Bloodweave 2026 Prompts: Shipwrecked + Shallow Waters
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The hand removed itself from his forehead. “Temperature is normal,” Gale announced, before using its fingers to gather some stray drool that had trailed down Astarion’s jaw. Before Astarion could register the pitiful jolt of arousal at the sudden skin contact or the sheer absurdity of what Gale was doing, Gale had stuck its fingers in its mouth.
“What the —”
“No new bacteria detected,” Gale went on, “Ruling out food poisoning.”
“Oh, Gods,” Astarion groaned. “And to think that these things are what’s sending our workforce into a tizzy. What next, 'droid? Are you about to give me a rectal examination too?”
“There is no need for one at the moment,” Gale said, confused. “Unless you are seeking prostate stimulation—”
“No!”
Amidst the softly thrumming melancholy of a dystopian, cyber-punk city, former corporate-rat Astarion Ancunín, who has long since lost the will to live, finds himself in possession of a G-413 or "Gale" - an amnesiac android who, strangely enough, enjoys living.
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What happens when the world moves on - and you remain stuck in place?
In high school, Gale drags a protesting Astarion to the new Dungeons and Dragons club, building a world of fantasy and friendships that lasts a lifetime.
Or does it?
Ten years later, everyone has moved on - except Astarion.
When the club finds themselves reunited unexpectedly, Gale and Astarion realize that ten years may have not been quite enough to get over the hurt that still burns between them.
A story of growing up, forgiveness, and miscommunications - with a dose of DND. :)
With lots of art from the incredibly talented adsu-shy!
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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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Gale had desperately clasped Astarion's wrist, preventing him from fully wrenching away. From fleeing. And for a brief moment Astarion was ready to lash out with all of the feral fury a starving spawn had to offer.
The memory of that scorching touch was like a scar. The imprint of his lightly calloused, bare palm on Astarion's slender wrist was an invisible, white-hot brand upon his flesh. It was only Gale's wide, worried eyes and immediate surrender of Astarion's captured limb that saved him from being torn to ribbons by long-forgotten vampiric claws.
He loathed it. Touching and being touched.
People did not touch Astarion and survive.
Astarion did not touch people destined to live.
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Astarion has a complicated relationship with physical touch. It brings up a wellspring of memories best left forgotten, and he doesn't even know if he could enjoy it anymore should he ever let anyone close enough to try... or five times Astarion sees Gale being held and has a lot of difficult feelings about it + the one time he does it himself and knows exactly how he feels about it.