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Purple Morning Glories and Green Leaves



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  2. Summary

    The little moments between every thing we see: quiet moments of contemplation, of comfort, of events we don't get to see.

    My little series of mostly canon-compliant oneshots for Campaign 1.

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  1. Rec *

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    “You have to kiss Gale,” Shadowheart tells Halsin, glittering with mischief. “It’s the rules.”

    Shadowheart and Astarion start a game. It escalates quickly.

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    13 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Far and away one of the best and hottest BG3 tadpolycule fics out there.

  2. Public Bookmark 22

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    Vignettes of the slow and non-linear recovery of Astarion through the lens of intimacy in his new relationship; in which he is conflicted and bitter as often as he feels the faintest, most tentative hope.

    Only it wasn’t over. Not like the other times. He was going to have to do this again if he wanted to hold her focus. And again. And again. Smiling all the while. Whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it.

    The price of freedom was frighteningly similar to the reality of enslavement it seemed.

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    02 Jun 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    A delightful little character study of Astarion's issues with intimacy and trust through the course of BG3

  3. Rec 63

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    The car whines when Astarion accelerates, a thumping under his feet and center console. The dashboard rattles, teeth in a skeleton, even the steering wheel keening like a death knell. Every time he brakes, something screams. He can't smell smoke, but he can feel heat pouring from the vents, sweating through his nightclothes. There's a dial from hot to cold—he spins it and feels nothing change.

    When he presses its gas, the car goes forward. When he brakes, it stops.

    He keeps driving.

    Astarion escapes Cazador with the clothes on his back, a wad of stolen cash, and a car that's sat abandoned in a garage for thirty years.

    There's a metaphor in that, perhaps.

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    01 Feb 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Summing up this fic is hard. It is the headlong rush towards freedom when someone doesn't entirely know what freedom is anymore, when they have no more idea of it than "Not that" and "that" is what they're fleeing.

    Oh. And they learn empathy by having to fix their own car.

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    Astarion wouldn't dare compare Gale’s very clearly lovingly maintained kitchen to a campfire and a chest of pilfered cheese and stale bread. But the feeling of it, the easy companionship, sharing the day’s burden of woes with someone who understands? That's familiar. And that, he didn't even realise he missed. Only now, watching Gale potter around his kitchen and chatter in much the same way he used to potter around the cookpot, Astarion feels… settled.
    Maybe even comfortable.
    Oh.
    Oh dear.
    Before he can stand and take his leave, go back to the contract in Calimshan and pretend this embarrassing little episode never happened, Gale sets a goblet down in front of him.
    Just in passing. Drops it off on his way to the teapot. Like he thinks nothing of it.
    But it's blood. Fresh, too. Pig, if Astarion's nose can be trusted, which obviously it can. He takes a tentative sip. Then downs the rest before Gale has finished pouring his tea.
    “It's warm,” Astarion says, nonplussed, staring at the now-empty goblet. It would be beneath his dignity to lick it. He's no starving wretch now. But it is tempting all the same.

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    01 Feb 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Just a very lovely, soft, slowly-falling-in-love-and-rediscovering-"Home" bloodweave fic. Wonderfully soft and warm.

  5. Rec 28

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    Gale can't fuck, until he can. He and Astarion fuck their way to some emotional realizations.

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    30 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    A fantastic example of character study through smut. Heartily recommend.