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  1. Public Bookmark 9

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    “I figure there’s really only one plausible reason a man with designs of being the most powerful man in the city would not properly marry his wife.”

    “Enlighten me then. Since you know so much about my marriage.”

    “He is ashamed of what he is.” Raphael’s tone was casual, but Astarion felt some thin veil of safety slip to the floor. “Or should I say, he is ashamed of what you made him?”

    “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” Astarion drained his glass. His mouth felt dry; the wine didn’t help.
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    Dressing up and pretending to be Cazador's wife isn't a particularly good or honest life, but at least it gave Astarion the freedom to explore his fascination with men. When a handsome stranger with dangerous connections shows up at The Crimson Palace on a night when Cazador's away on business, Astarion realizes his charade might be more of a cage than a release.

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    06 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 10

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    She makes him feel safe. Seen. And gods damn it, she reminds him he’s allowed to like things when it comes to sex. To desire things.

    To ask for things.

    And that’s how he finds himself in the middle of their bedroom, staring into an oakwood box at the sex toy he’s still surprised he actually bought.

    *******

    Or, the one in which Jenaeva (my tav) pegs him.

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    16 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 24

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    Astarion returns and Cazador remembers.


    His pillow hears it all and Vellioth doesn’t, he hopes. Maybe this would be the only acceptable prayer, provided he continues to worship at Vellioth’s feet, sleep at the foot of Vellioth’s bed, and try to win some scrap of favor from the Martinet.

    He is up before Vellioth and Vellioth is up before the rest of the house. The buttons of Vellioth’s doublet are familiar under his hands. He counts each one as he fastens it, finishing with the button at the top. The collar just covers Vellioth’s own two pin prick scars.

    “Do not slouch, boy.”

    Cazador tries to straighten. His spine feels pulled taught already, ramrod straight and frozen, a startled deer under Vellioth’s gaze. He tries to stretch it further, towards the heavens he will never reach.

    Vellioth does not seem satisfied.

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    29 Apr 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 61

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    What lingered in his mind were her eyes.

    Pale, gleeful, high on the kill. Eagerly searching his face for cracks in his unflappable facade.

    “Behold, Tyrant, Bhaal’s new chosen.”

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    My take on the rise and fall of default durgetash.

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    13 Apr 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 74

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    One last kiss, one last night together.

    This is the night that The Emperor wrote his final goodbye to Ansur—the letter that the great bronze dragon would keep on his person for centuries.

    One last night to be his Balduran.

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    23 Mar 2026