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athina-blaine · 6 months
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Dekarios and Ancuín's Household Guide for Keeping a Happy Husband [AO3]
Summary:
After a worrying moment of silence, Gale leaned over the back of the chair. “Everything alright, my love?”
In lieu of answering, Astarion stormed into the living area, the clack of a lone heel betraying his unsuccessful attempt to remove the other boot. His coat hung precariously from his shoulders, as if he’d given up halfway on removing it, and he reached up to brush rain-dampened curls from his face.
“At this rate, I’ll only be alright when I’m dead.” With a scowl, he attempted once more to rid himself of his coat, arms caught in the fabric. “Properly, stake-in-my-heart deceased.”
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Or; how to tend to your vengeful vampire and your weary wizard after a long day.
Rating: General Audiences Relationship: Astarion/Gale Chapters: 1/2 Word Count: ~1.7k Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Slice of Life, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship
Chapter 1
Seated in his plush armchair, his legs astride the coffee table, Gale jumped at the sound of the front door slamming shut, his hands freezing on his work tablet. Agitated muttering fluttered toward him from the entryway, followed by the clatter of a jettisoned boot.
After a worrying moment of silence, Gale leaned over the back of the chair. “Everything alright, my love?”
In lieu of answering, Astarion stormed into the living area, the clack of a lone heel betraying his unsuccessful attempt to remove the other boot. His coat hung precariously from his shoulders, as if he’d given up halfway on removing it, and he reached up to brush rain-dampened curls from his face.
“At this rate, I’ll only be alright when I’m dead.” With a scowl, he attempted once more to rid himself of his coat, arms caught in the fabric. “Properly, stake-in-my-heart deceased .”
Setting down his tablet, Gale rose to assist his husband out of the vexing coat and, with a casual wave of his fingers, dried his clothes and hair, leaving his curls as impeccably coiffed as ever. 
Sighing, Astarion muttered a quick ‘thank you’ before leaning down to struggle out of the rest of his boot, kicking it into the vague direction of the entryway to be retrieved later. With a huff, he swerved past Gale towards the kitchen, leaving Gale to shake his head, amused.
Taking a moment to hang the coat in the closet, Gale turned to follow his husband. “Rough day, I take it?” 
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