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Part 3 of All Weeks Are Bloodweave Week If You're Crazy Enough 2025
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Let Your Whole Body Talk

Summary:

Gale thinks he should shave to do drag. Astarion disagrees.

Bloodweave Week Day 3: Shaving, Gender, Body Worship

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Bloodweave Week Day 3: Shaving, Gender, Body Worship

NOTE: Star (Astarion's drag persona) goes by she/her. Outside of drag, Astarion goes by he/him.

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Gale looks in the mirror. His short beard is covered in shaving cream and the razor sits in his hand. Yet he hesitates.

It's not that long of a beard, he thinks. It would grow back so quickly that he'd hardly notice it was gone.

But he loves the way it frames his face. It feels like a part of him as much as his arms do. He knows that Tara would disapprove, however. She said it's not the way things are done, and who is he to argue—

"What in the hells are you doing?"

Gale didn't even realize the door opened. He turns and sees a perfect being backlit by fluorescent lights. The one who inspired him to be here.

"Come on, Gale. You've been hiding long enough."

"I don't want to go to the bars," moans Gale.

"I know, so we're going to a gay bar instead."

"That still counts as a bar, you realize that, right?"

"Yes, but we're specifically going to the drag show. It's on the upper floor away from the dancing and copious amounts of booze. Think of it as a theater show."

"Fine," Gale grumbles. It's not like he can say no to his best friend Tara.

Just as she promised, she ushers him straight up the stairs. There's a stage in the back with chairs and tables littered around the room.

"See?" Tara says.

After getting glasses of wine and practically shoving him in a chair, they wait for the show to start. Gale is well aware of what drag is but he's never been to an actual show. He's curious but not enough to bemoan the fact that he could be at home curled up with a book.

That is until he sees her, the most breathtaking person to ever grace the earth. Her name is Star Cunt.

She's acerbic in her jokes, dances like a superstar, and emcees like she was born for it.

Something awakens in Gale. He considers teaching a form of performance, the way he spins tales to entice his students to listen. He loves the spectacle of theater, and while he was once a theater kid, he's never had the capacity to take on such a commitment as an adult. But drag may be the answer to the question he didn't think to ask.

"Star?" Gale replies in shock.

"What are you doing?" she asks again as she closes the door behind her.

Gale looks down, unable to hide his sullen mood. "I'm shaving for the show."

"Who told you to do that?"

"Well, my friend Tara said that drag queens don't have beards, so if I want to be on stage, I'll have to shave it off."

Star storms forward and pushes Gale's chair so that it's facing her. She pulls up a different chair and sits to face him.

"And who is Tara?" Gale almost misses the question because he's mesmerized by her face. Her makeup is as glamorous as can be; her exaggerated black smokey eyes paired with juicy, bright red lip gloss cause her blood red contacts to stand out. Her face makeup is more in line with old aristocracy than the sharp contours of most drag performers, but it works so well with her vintage aesthetic.

"She…she's my best friend," Gale stammers out.

"Did she hire you?"

"Well no—"

"And does she do drag?"

"No…"

"Then, my dear, what does she know?" Star's grin is sharp.

"I…bearded drag simply isn't done," Gale protests.

"Who says?" Star narrows her eyes.

"Umm, they do?" Gale gestures around as if he's referring to everyone.

Star lets out a sigh, the kind Gale gives to his most unruly students. "Darling, you do realize that drag is about saying 'fuck your norms,' right? There aren't a lot of bearded drag queens, I'll grant you that, but they do exist. So darling, do you want to shave the beard?"

"I…" Gale hems and haws before Star places her hand on his knee and squeezes.

"Eyes on me," she commands. "It's a simple yes or no: do you want to shave the beard?"

He gazes into her ruby eyes and he's afraid that she will see all of Gale's soul bared. His fears, his misgivings, his desire—

"No," he breathes out.

"Good. Now let's get this off, shall we?"

Star reaches for the washcloth on the vanity and turns on the sink to run water over it, squeezing out the excess liquid before she brings it up to his face. She carefully and methodically wipes away all the shaving cream. He could watch in the mirror but he's enraptured by how focused she is as she removes the offensive suds from his face.

"There we go." Star turns Gale's head so that he can look in the mirror. She moves her chair so she's directly next to him.

He watches as she sidles up next to him, her head hovering above his shoulder. He tries not to think about their proximity, how a quick turn of his head would let him know exactly how plush those lips are.

"You're so handsome with the beard, it'd be a shame for you to shave it," she purrs as they gaze in the mirror.

"But I want to be beautiful," he slips out his petulant comment before he even realizes it. He can feel his blush rising, especially as she is giving him the attention he desires and he blew it, but Star gives him a predatory smile.

"You'll be beautiful, don't you worry your pretty little head," she cooes. "Beautiful and enticing, with a beard that everyone will ache to know how it feels on their skin as you strut on that stage. They'll be gagging for you to leave scratches with the trail of makeup as you map out the bodies of your adoring fans." She starts to nuzzle his face as she speaks, her lips grazing his beard.

Gale's lips part but no sound comes out. His mouth runs dry as her lips inch closer to his.

"And by the looks of it, it's not just your face that holds a glorious mane," she whispers as she catches his eye in the mirror. Her hands sneak around his body and she slowly undoes the plain button-up shirt he's wearing, starting at the top.

Gale is sure that his heart is beating of his chest. He can only watch with rapt attention his hairy chest comes into view, one button at a time.

"You weren't going to shave this, were you?"

"I considered it, for the aesthetic," he mumbles.

"Don't you dare," Star admonishes. "I'm sure your beard would grow back fairly quickly, but this would be devastating to lose."

Gale swallows in response. Once done, she rakes her fingers through his whorls of hair, humming happily as she worships his chest.

He's painfully hard as she continues her ministrations. He isn't sure what to do or say until she purposefully tweaks one of his nipples. He cries out in pleasure and bucks his hips.

"Do you like that? Is my gorgeous darling pent up?"

"Yes," he moans as her right hand snakes down his happy trail. He whimpers as she skirts her fingers around his cock.

"Whatever should I do?" she questions, a devilish glint in her eye.

"Please," he begs.

"Please what?"

"Please touch my cock." He'll do anything to get those long, pale fingers wrapped around his prick.

"I do so love hearing you beg," she smirks.

"Please, Star, please, I'll—oh gods." In a flash, she unfastens his pants and pulls his aching cock out.

"Mmm, delicious. So nice and girthy. I wonder how it would feel," she murmurs.

Gale's mind is addled with lust. All he can focus on is Star's lithe hand around his cock and the other pinching and pulling at his chest. She continues to whisper praises in his ear as her hand picks up speed. Much too soon, Gale can feel himself tipping over the edge.

"Star, gods, I'm—"

"Show me, darling."

He cries out as he erupts, his cock spilling cum all over his chest and Star's hand as she pumps him through his orgasm. He slumps back in the chair, blissfully satisfied.

Star washes her hands off before wetting another washcloth to wipe Gale down. When she's done, Gale gathers enough brain cells to speak.

"What about you?" he nearly slurs.

"Oh darling, this took way too long to put together! I'll die if I had to do it again so soon." She laughs as she gestures to herself. Her wig, makeup, padding, and dress are ready for the stage.

"Oh," Gale dumbly responds.

"But," she walks over and puts her hands on the top of the chair, steadying her as she leans down close to Gale's face. "I expect you to be ready to go after the show. Do you think you can do that for me?"

Gale's spent cock twitches as the thought. He fervently nods and she gives him a satisfied smirk in response. She moves back and heads towards the door.

"By the way, my real name is Astarion. That's the name I want you to cry out tonight once we're out of this place. Sound good?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Good, dar—"

"Gale," he cuts her off. "I'm Gale."

"Gale," she purrs. "Well Gale, get your gorgeous ass ready for tonight. We have a show to put on, after all."

He feels like the most beautiful person in the world on that stage. Tara cries tears of joy after his first show and compliments the full look. He knows she won't ever come around on the beard, but she doesn't tease him about it anymore.

Besides, it's not long before she starts teasing him about his boyfriend anyway.