#astarion is NOT jealous of the owlbear. he's not

[lelianasbong]

short silly and not fully fleshed wyllstarion headcanon that just occurred to me thanks to your "sometimes a family is" post: astarion wakes up in the middle of the night, looks to the side and sees the owlbear resting its head on wyll's belly, wyll sleeping with one hand on its head

Oh to be an owlbear resting comfortably on Wyll's belly n sleeping peacefully with one of his strong hands resting gently on ur head....

(Meanwhile Astarion's gnawing on his own arm in a vain attempt to distract himself from thoughts about how it'd feel to have Wyll's fingers sleepily carding through his curls, cool head resting on his warm abdomen, blood churning like the sea beneath his ear-

Owlbear just looks at him smugly and snuggles closer THE LITTLE SHIT-)

[madschiavelique]

By any chance, do you have any thoughts about poly tavrem with GN Tav who likes to spend time with Scratch and Owlbear cub a lot? I'm curious :3

omggg so cute

content warnings : none, literally pure fluff word count : 743

shadowheart loves animals, that is no news, thus she definitely spends time with you and the two lovelies whenever she can. she loves seeing you giggle when Scratch comes to lick your face when you're on the ground, the owlbear's beak nudging against your shoulder. she will collect the owlbear's fallen feathers, and will always find some stick or object that she brings to you as a new toy for them.

gale is much more used to cats and tressyms considering his experience with Tara. he is not very fond of a dogs drool and the way its tongue oddly dangles on the side when it huffs in happiness, but seeing your smile when you pat scratch while he looks like so makes you look so beautiful. when night falls and you start running around the camp to play with both pets, he looks at you fondly while he writes a few poems on the way your laugh echoes in the air of his heart.

astarion isn't used to pets, the only animals he ever shared the company of being rats which ended up inevitably being his meals. you had warned him about biting either of your little friends, and he had promised not to touch any of their fur or feathers. when he saw you playing with them though, he almost got jealous of the attention you were giving them instead of him. so, at night when yo'ure sitting with both of them in front of you, astarion approached and sits with you, lacing an arm around your waist to get you closer to him in the hopes of sending to these two small brains that he also is yours.

lae'zel doesn’t get it. she does not get the appeal of any cute creature, as they would be worthless in battle and bring no honour to their owner. although she thinks that using some of your supplies just to feed thes animals is a waste of it, she has heard that dogs are most loyal to their masters and that owlbears once grown can be fierce fighters. when she thinks of the great warrior you are and the loyal beasts you are training for the future, she can't help but be proud and admire such thought

wyll is more of a dog guy, which is why he does spend some time with scratch to play with him. but when he saw you taking such great care of the owlbear cub, which in his adult form would have been quite a threat, he finds it extremelly endearing. the fact you took in these helpless animals by your side and take care of them every day and night and play with them is adorable to him, and he will join you to play with them from time to time.

karlach wants to join the fun you have with them all the time. at the very beginning, she could not approach them, her flames and heat visibly scaring them off much to her sadness. she would see the owlbear's sleepy head lay on your lap while you kissed Scratch on his head and she wished she could do the same. when dammon managed to contain her heat better though, the two were less scared and finally approached her. from this day on, every time you play with them, she comes along and runs around the camp while being chased by the two of them.

halsin's heart fills with joys to the sight of you spending time with the two sweet things. you come to see him often about it, to ask if owlbears or dogs have certain foods they prefer or that could be dangerous to them so that you know what to look for when you loot a new place. he loves the way you are with them, so attentive and sweet, and finds you particularly cute when you talk to them as if they could understand everything you said.

minthara's is not used to such kinds of pets. she owned spiders, much less warm to comfort as these two, and it impressed her how docile you had managed to make them. she doesn't get much of the appeal of having creatures so loud and energetic around you all, but they listen to you and the way your eyes shine when you come back to the camp after a long day and see them waiting for you makes her lips stretch in a smile.

[artsycrapfromsai]

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

Some more Amaryllis and Astarion doodles fjgjhcjg (Amaryllis is my unicorn girl DnD character I'm using as my elf tav!!)

Amaryllis hates Volo and i feel like Astarion would find it endlessly amusing that, out of all the people they've dealt with so far, and how annoyingly/confusingly helpful and non judgemental she is, the one person she really, really hates is... Volo.

Volo. Really irritates her fjghfjf i think at this point Astarion kind of assumed she didn't have the capacity to hate anyone bc she's just so weird, and it's kind of a relief she does??? Also he loves petty drama, so this is great entertainment for him

Amaryllis would fall head over heels for the Owlbear cub and want to hug and pet and cuddle it so much

She does, in fact, wear red to hide blood! (Not her blood, in her og campaign her blood is silvery- it's to hide blood after she punches people into mush. Cleaning blood out of clothes is hard ok!!! She wants to wear cute things when she fights, it just makes things easier)

I feel like her saying that would... Add another mark of confusion for Astarion, who figured he was starting to understand her at this point ("nice, helpful, stupidly kind, got it"), but then she just says something extremely blunt and morbid and that throws him for a loop

Amy also loves studying and reading and discussing stuff, and would probably end up talking for hours with Gale about magical theory. The idea of Astarion getting jealous over that is really funny to me fjbjbcj

Astarion, catching feelings for the weird, nice, thoughtful, embroidery girl: ??????? Stop that @ himself

(im still trying to figure out how to draw Astarion fjghjvcjv)

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Us

Astarion x Y/N - Drabble - 1K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, slight argument, make up, Astarion being sassy, Us being a cutie pie, pretty sweet, slightly steamy ending

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“Really? That’s what you want to bring on this grand adventure?” Astarion said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You stood next to Us, the kind intellect devourer from the nautiloid. After finding it before you fought and defeated Kethric, you hoped it made it to your camp. You were honestly elated when you saw the little brain sleeping outside your tent.

“Yes!” You said with sincerity. “I want Us to stay. It’s no different from Scratch or the Owlbear.” 

Astarion threw his hands up, knowing he wasn’t going to win this fight. “When it eats your brain don’t come crying to me darling.” He yelled before walking into his tent with a huff. 

He had never yelled at you before and for some reason it brought tears to your already misty eyes. “Come on.” You said quietly to Us. It followed you happily to your tent. 

Once inside you changed out of your armor into your night clothes, relishing in the weight lifting from your body. Us seemed to wander your small tent, as if he was inspecting all your trinkets you had gathered on your way to Baldur’s Gate. “Do you like that one?” You asked, nodding towards the necklace it seemed to be “looking” at.

“Yes friend! Beautiful!” Us said with its regular enthusiasm.

You smiled, grabbing the necklace and sitting in front of Us. You held it out waiting for a moment before it started glowing. Dancing lights swarmed the tent, Us let out an excited shrill noise. 

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Astarion watched the beams of light escape through the cracks in your tent. When he crept closer he saw you and that blasted brain having a rather nice time, enjoying each other's company. After the necklace stopped glowing and your tent was once again only lit by candlelight, Us spoke.

“The vampire does not like Us.” It said,

You sighed, rubbing your hand over the puncture scars on your neck that you had come to adore. “He doesn’t understand you.”

“Enemy. He thinks Us is an enemy.” Us inquired, moving closer to you.

“Yes.” You said, looking down.

“We are not, you are our friend. All of you are Us’ friends.” Us said, one of his paws coming to rest on your knee as if it was begging you to believe it.

“I know, and I am your friend too.” You smiled, reaching out to pet them. “Astarion just has trouble trusting others.” 

“He trusts you?” Us said, yet it sounded like a question. 

You hugged your knees to your chest, “I think so. Regardless, I love him.” 

“Does love mean trust?” Us Asked.

You shrugged slightly “Trust…. It’s sort of the foundation for love I suppose.” 

“Maybe he will like Us more as Kitty!” Us said, altering its shape into a sphynx cat like the one from Last Light Inn. 

You let out a small chuckle. It was adorable how much Us wanted to be liked, you thought. “He’ll come around. Don’t worry, I won't let anything happen to you.” you reassured Us. 

Us returned to its original intellect devourer form. You laid on your bedroll, looking at the candlelight that was flickering on the ceiling. 

“You are exhausted. You should sleep! Us will go.” They said,

“You can stay,” you said, smiling at them. 

Us walked in a circle next to you before curling up at your side. For such an intelligent and typically frightening creature you couldn’t help but find them sweet. Just like the Owlbear. Just like Scratch. 

“Goodnight friend!” Us said.

You smiled, “Goodnight Us.”

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Astarion kicked a rock on the way back to his tent. He was jealous of a fucking walking brain. He knew you had a soft spot for the little bugger ever since he saw you with it on the nautiloid. He just found it odd and unsettling. Yet he had no room to speak - vampires are viewed in quite the same way. He sighed. If you loved Us he would just have to come to terms with that. He knew your massive heart would be able to hold room for everyone. 

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As the sun rose, you watched from inside your tent as Us chased a butterfly around in circles near the fire pit. It was an endlessly curious little thing. Astarion blocked your view of Us as he walked up to you.

“I’m… sorry,” he said.

“How did that taste?” you said with a chuckle, knowing it was difficult to admit he was wrong let alone apologize for it. 

“Like vinegar,” he sighed. 

“It’s ok to not be overly fond of Us. But I do like them and want to keep them safe. They are different.” you said, squeezing his hand as he sat next to you. You both watched Us play with the butterfly. 

Astarion rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. “You’re right. I’m sorry for how I acted. Us has only ever helped you and for that I’m not only grateful but… I am truly sorry for how I treated them. If you trust Us, I trust Us.” 

You kissed him softly, “Don’t tell me tell them.” you said.

You both turned your heads to Us when they squealed in a high pitch. The butterfly had landed on them and they were beyond ecstatic. You smiled and laughed.

“They are… different indeed.” Astarion said with a softer tone.

Us wandered back to the tent, “Us made a new friend - butterfly!” it said. When they realized Astarion was in the tent with you they started to slink away cautiously. 

“Us,” Astarion said, causing the little creature to halt and perk up. “I apologize for how I spoke yesterday. You are welcome in our camp.” Astarion nodded at him, giving Us his seal of approval. 

Us shook with excitement, “Friend! Friend! So many new friends!” it said excitedly before traipsing off to run around camp with Scratch and the Owlbear who had both accepted Us immediately, creating an odd but cute little group of pets. 

“Thank you.” you whispered as you kissed over his cheek and down his neck. 

“Anything for you darling.” he smirked, pulling the flaps of your tent closed before he climbed on top of you, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! A nice 1K for our favorite vampire. I also really love Us - quite possibly my favorite companion in the game pet wise. They're just so cute lol. Hope ya'll are well <3 XOXOXOXOXOXOX

[chaoticbardlady99]

Astarion x Tav, but get this… A Druid with a wyvern drake hybrid (think the dragons from GOT and HOTD). Saddle and EVERYTHING and it’s not small, no it’s like 80 feet long with a 98 foot wingspan, black scales, and very very jealous when Astarion and Tav have alone time

If You Give a Dragon a Steak- It Will Bully You Into Flying (Astarion x GN! Reader)

I AM SOOOO SORRY! I must have seen this and just forgot about actually posting it!

CW: Brief mentions of smut, brief mentions of trauma

Not my pic, but this is what I was thinking of, but all black. Her name is Cala- Cala means light in Elvish. Cala refers to Astarion as isk which is Star in draconic.

What’s actually really cool about this is that there is something called a Dragon Knight in DND and you can link your soul with an actual Dragon (so cool, right!?)

This is lightly edited 🫡💜 please leave a comment or a like if you enjoyed my story! I would love to hear what you all think!

Astarion is used to sharing your affection with the likes of Scratch or that little Owlbear cub. Yes it was annoying from time to time and the two still live in your house, but the creature he wasn’t expecting? The giant fucking Dragon that would live in his backyard post Tadpole.

He was outside one night, just minding his own business, and a couple wing beats later- you were crying tears of joy while scratching a dragon like it was a dog.

Of all the people he had to fall in love with, it had to be a Druid Dragon Knight. Astarion knows there are worst things, but my Gods how many more animals do you need!?

Your dragon, Cala, is jet black, at least 80 feet tall with a wing span the size of Baldur’s Gate itself. She is a very friendly dragon, but also incredibly possessive. Astarion hasn’t been able to have a moment alone with you since the Netherbrain was defeated three months ago. However, he is grateful for the Dragon’s existence- she’s saved him and you multiple times when a search for a way to either cure his vampirism or his ‘allergy’ to the sun goes awry. Cala is also very nice to him and if you are gone- the dragon will shrink itself down to a comically cute lap size and sleep next to Astarion on the couch until you return.

Astarion is certain he can convince her to leave you alone at least for an afternoon.

So here he is- five or six incredibly expensive steaks in a box and walking towards a Dragon like it’s the most normal thing in all of Toril. Cala eyes him, not suspiciously, but curiously.

“Hello Night Child,” her melodious voice floats through his brain, “how can I help my person’s beloved this evening?”

Astarion grins at the last part before putting the box of Steaks on the ground.

“My beautiful scaly friend, I have brought you some steaks,” he kicks the box, “and you can have them, but they come with one condition.”

Cala’s eye becomes eye level to him and she looks amused.

“A condition? You do realize I could eat these steaks and you in one swift motion?”

“Yes,” Astarion says, “but I think we both know how upset Tav would be if you ate me.”

There is a huff of agreement and a soft look in her eye. Astarion knows he has nothing to worry about.

“What are your conditions, isk?”

“I am so very glad you asked,” Astarion says, trying to keep his nerve from dying out, “I want one evening alone with Tav.”

“No.”

Dammit.

“No!?” He says incredulously, “what do you mean no!?”

“I mean that you spent time alone with Tav for the last six months while I had to be without my home- my person. You can wait at least another six months.”

Astarion just gapes at the giant beast. If he wasn’t sure she’d kill him in three seconds flat- he might just try to slay the damn thing.

“This is! Are you!? I was enslaved for 200 years!” Astarion says sputtering, “I’ve waited 200 years for Tav to come into my life! You’ve been with her since the moment you were born!”

Cala seems to consider this- her eyes thoughtful and her posture relaxed still.

“Tav wants to take you flying.”

Astarion feels like he’s going to be sick. Tav had brought it up to him when Cala first arrived. When he tried to say, “sure,” he began to dry heave. You haven’t asked him since.

It’s not that riding a dragon doesn’t appeal to him- he would love to be able to watch you in your element. Astarion just doesn’t love the idea of accidentally plummeting out of the air because you do one of your fancy tricks and he didn’t hold on tight enough.

Astarion squints at the dragon, “and?”

“Go on one flight with us and then I will leave you alone for multiple evenings as asked.”

That seems entirely too good to be true.

“Okay,” Astarion says slowly, “I agree to your terms.”

Cala’s eyes light up with Glee before looking at the box of steaks between her and Astarion.

“Do I get to keep the steaks?” Cala asks, her tail swooshing back in forth in the grass out of excitement.

Astarion scoffs, “what do you think?”

Her massive tail stills and there is a sad look on her contradictory (cute and scary) dragon face.

“Oh don’t give me that the sweet disappointed, ‘I’m not getting cuddly Astarion’ pout.”

And yet, Cala persists. Throwing his hands up in defeat- Astarion marches away and listens as Cala devours the box of steaks.

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You are practically skipping as you hold Astarion’s hand. You had been over the moon when Astarion asked if he could go on a ride with you and Cala. You immediately dragged him away when you got home- something about wanting to do it before the moon gets too low. He didn’t consider having to be worried about the sun melting him to ash if you don’t get back in time.

“If you become comfortable, we could even fly over the Ice Spires and the Spine of the World!” You say.

He offers you a tight lipped smile and you squeeze his hand in reassurance. You asked him multiple times if he was sure and he told you he is nervous, but wants to see what all this “flying nonsense” is all about. Astarion won’t tell you that he has essentially been cornered into this by a massive fucking dragon- only because he doesn’t want to become a snack (again, now that he thinks about it. Cazador did drink all his blood once).

Astarion’s stomach is churning, but your excitement has loosened the knot of nerves that are threatening to suffocate his being. He hasn’t felt this kind of fear and anxiety since Cazador.

Tav and Cala won’t allow anything bad to happen.

That’s what he keeps telling himself when he gets on the saddle behind you and all of a sudden- Astarion is in the air on a fucking dragon.

“DOESN’T BALDUR’S GATE LOOK SO SMALL!?”

Astarion wouldn’t know- his eyes are clenched shut and he has his face buried in the crook of your neck. The sound of your enthusiastic, beating heart helps him focus on calming down. Astarion thinks of laying with you in bed, reading a funny novel together, and any other shenanigans you get into together before he finally opens his eyes.

If Astarion needed air- he would have died immediately from losing all of it.

If someone had told him even 50 years ago that he would be riding a dragon, free of his master, and with the love of his entire life giggling with glee in his arms- he would have told them to piss off.

Astarion has never seen anything like it in his 239 years of life. He doesn’t think he ever wants to land. Why had he been so afraid before!? This is amazing!

“It is very small, Darling!” Astarion muses, “is that?”

“The Fields of the Dead?” You shout excitedly, “it sure is!”

Astarion initially thought it would be a quick five minute ordeal, but soon you were both flying over all of Elturgard. You soared over the Reaching Woods and the Sunset Mountains. Your last tourist attraction for him was the Lake of Dragons- Astarion swears he has never seen a more bluer blue- before heading back home. Much to Astarion’s disappointment.

You help him navigate his way off of Cala and the Dragon nudges him with her nose as a sign of trust. Astarion scratches her nose before following you back into your shared home.

“What did you think!?”

You whirl around and look at him with wide, nervous eyes. You are playing with your thumbs incessantly like you usually do when you worry you may have disappointed him. It’s such a silly notion- you could never disappoint him.

Astarion pauses your twiddling by taking your hands in his and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I would like to fly over the Northlander Isles at some point,” he says, “if you would be willing to have me join you on a flight again.”

You beam at him before getting up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his lips.

“Astarion- you are always welcome where I am. I couldn’t think of a better person to see the world and this life with even if I tried.”

He couldn’t help but cry at your statement. Astarion is so grateful to be able to call you his home.

At least Astarion was finally able to worship you properly since Cala kept her promise.

You are riding him as Astarion pushes his hips up to meet your downward thrusts with eager enthusiasm. When both of your climaxes hit- you put your face in the crook of his neck and giggle.

“What’s so funny, Darling?”

You look up at him- hair beautifully messy and eyes looking blissful. Another giggle escapes your lips as you begin to say what you are thinking.

“Save a dragon, ride a Vampire.”

[last-herondale]

You Are Enough Pt. 4

Astarion x Fem!Tav

Mentions of virginity

Warnings: none?

AN: I thought about the Halsin scene and I had to throw in a virginity twist.

Ps: If anyone was to make fanart of this— I’d love you forever.

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3.

Enjoy 🤘🏼

You hurried into the tent, your face still burning at full capacity as you plopped down on the bedroll and covered your face. You muttered into your hands, grumbling incoherent words as Astarion strolled in with a book in hand.

“I swear if that wizard touches my editions again—oh, darling,” he said noticing you, “I thought you’d be dining with the others. Is everything alright?”

His voice tinged with alarm as he knelt before you, gently touching your elbow to rouse you from your state. You picked your head up, your eyes wider than you meant to have them.

“I just ate,” you choked out.

Astarion looked absolutely bewildered by your expression. His hand traced the outline of your cheeks with wonder.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so—flustered. I’m quite jealous of that actually,,” his eyes narrowed in playful amusement, “what happened?”

You thought back to the conversation you just had and you could immediately feel more blood rush to your cheeks.

“N-nothing.”

Astarion made a choked sound, almost a mixture of laughter and a purr.

“Come now my sweet, my darling pet,” he murmured, trying to entice the truth from you by leaning in closer, “You’ll tell me won’t you?”

His fingers grazed your knees, tracing higher to the inner part of your thigh. A shiver went down your spine and you stood up suddenly, nearly tripping over him. He steadied you with a chuckle, but his eyes seemed to lose a bit of their playfulness.

“What’s bothering you my sweet?” He asked softly.

The concern in his voice was enough to melt your heart out of its panicked state. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you prepared to confess.

“I just had a very… forward conversation with Halsin after dinner.”

Astarion’s brow arched, but he waited for you to continue.

“He said some flattering things, some lovely things really— and I of course told him about us— about how I feel for you, but he said— gods he even suggested you join in at some point!”

Realization hit Astarion like an owlbear and he began cackling. “HAH! I was wondering when this was going to happen!”

Your face flushed red again and you lightly shoved Astarion. “You knew??”

“In a manner of speaking,” Astarion sniggered, “The man hardly stops talking about “sharing in nature’s gifts!’ I’m surprised he still wears clothes around camp to be honest.”

Astarion put his hands on your shoulders, his smile playfully wicked as he pulled you in closer. “Far be it from me to keep you from your hungers my dear. If you want to romp around in the grass with the Druid, be my guest.”

His expression softened as his hand caressed your neck. “I know we haven’t— and that you’ve been willing to be patient with me and this new level of intimacy… but I will not hold you back from your needs. I want you to be happy.”

“Astarion,” you groaned, your chest beating anxiously. Gods why was this topic so awkward to talk about? “I don’t want to sleep with Halsin, I mean— of course he’s beautiful, if not a bit intimidating… but I… I can’t sleep with him.”

Astarion looked a little relieved, but his brows were still furrowed. “Why not? I promise I won’t be too jealous, even if he is the one that touches you before me—“

“Gods— Astarion I’m a virgin!” You hissed.

Astarion’s eyes widened and he shut his mouth. A small grin teased at his mouth but he was trying to keep it at bay.

“Oh…”

You rolled your eyes and moved away from him to sit on the bedroll again. You put your head in your hands and shook your head.

“I—you never said…” Astarion said gently, sitting beside you.

“I never had a reason to bring it up until now. I didn’t want to—scare you away,” you muttered in your hands.

Astarion laughed softly. “That is the least scary thing about you dear. Though I am surprised. Someone as beautiful and wonderful as you… how could anyone resist?”

You sighed again, lifting your head up slightly. He was being nicer about this than you expected. It did feel like a weight lifted from your shoulders, to finally have everything out in the open with him.

“It was always me— there were others… those that tried to earn my affections, but— I just never felt like it was right with them. I didn’t trust them.”

Astarion held an even gaze. “Do you not trust Halsin?”

“I trust Halsin with my life,” you said immediately, “and under different circumstances, if he’d asked me— I would probably say yes. But I can’t.”

You looked at Astarion, slipping your hand in his and squeezing gently. “I want it to be you. Whenever, if ever you’re ready for that step, I want to take it with you.”

Astarion’s face softened, a sweet smile forming on his lips. He sucked in a shaky breath, “I would be honored to, my sweet.” His voice choked up a bit as he spoke.

“For centuries I’ve been used and wanted for all the wrong reasons. And now, here you are wanting me for something so…pure.” He cupped your face, pulling you closer to him.

“You chose me. Out of everyone in this world, you want me.”

You rested your forehead against his, smiling softly as you closed your eyes. “Only you.”

“Hmm,” he murmured, inhaling the scent of you, “You will have me,” he said, pulling away only slightly so he could look into your eyes. “I’ve wanted you for so long— in all of the ways a man could want a woman… so we will have each other. I promise.”

“But not here,” he said gently, running his thumb along your neck, “Not in these cursed shadowlands. I want to see you as you deserve to be seen— bathed in beautiful sunlight.”

You laughed gently, and nodded. “I think I can wait a little bit longer, though you certainly make it difficult.”

He flashed a wicked grin as he pulled you in for a kiss. “I never said the wait would be easy,” he murmured against your lips.

“Good,” you said, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Once you broke apart, you smiled against his neck, “I don’t want easy.”

Pt 5

[justporo]

Tavern Talk

I really wanted to write a little something about the companions enjoying a moment of banter at breakfast - so have them complaining about Astarion and Tav not being able to keep their… nightly activities subtle… Spoiler warning!

Pairing: Astarion / GN!Tav

Warning: Talk of sex

(Gif from here!)

The whole party was sitting together eating breakfast in the tavern they stayed in - except, Tav and Astarion sat a few tables away and none of them were really eating. While the vampire and the wood elf were sitting at their small cozy table in the corner being all cute, the rest of the party sat at the big table in the middle and openly stared at the couple - a spoonfull or two even forgotten halfway to its destination.

„I swear to all Gods that will listen that if I have to endure them going at it one more night, I‘m going to kill myself right here, Absolute be damned“, Gale moaned pressing the balls of his hands into his eyesockets. He did indeed look even more tired than usually. Seemingly, the fact that he had one of the two rooms next to the happy couple was to blame.

„I agree, maybe Tav should‘ve taught this wretched vampire to not moan so loudly - even the bard‘s yapping would have been less annoying“, Lae‘zel agreed - she had the other room next to them. She stabbed the fruit on her platter as if she tried to murder it and chewed it angrily. Karlach snorted a little at the githyanki‘s murderous mood while she took a bite of bread.

„Well, if it‘s in his nature to be this vocal than it‘s better to let it out than forcing it down“, Halsin chimed in, a somewhat dreamy look in his eyes while eating another big spoonful of his porridge. He was the only one that wasn‘t really staring at the two other elves.

The druid‘s comment made all heads turn to him for a hot second. „Eww“, Shadowheart made quietly and scrunched up her nose while she kept twirling her sole cup of tea in front of her around.

„Tchk, druid, if you don‘t mind sleeping next to what sounds like a dying owlbear then I‘ll happily swap rooms with you and maybe you can ask to join next time they‘re at it“, Lae‘zel spit towards the towering elven druid.

„That‘s absolutely not what a dying owlbear would sound like“, Halsin answered very matter-of-fact, staring down at the table now with furrowed brows. His pointy ears had turned a telltale shade of light pink.

„You‘re all just jealous“, Karlach entered the conversation. She sat relaxedly on the bench leaning back and crossed her arms over her chest: „Jealous, because they are getting some and we all don‘t.“ „Tss, getting some is not the problem. But you don‘t have to rub it into everyone‘s faces how much amazing sex you‘re having“, Shadowheart responded, nose still scrunched up in disgust.

„So, what I‘m hearing is that you might have a big orgy with an endless amount of lovers in your room every night and none of us would ever know and you would absolutely never sass us about it in your sarcastic little tone you have sometimes“, the wizard replied dryly to Shadowheart‘s remark while raising an eyebrow at the half-elf and gesturing towards her with one hand. „Well, I wouldn‘t tell you, for starters, Gale. Just because you can never keep your mouth shut doesn‘t mean the rest of us can‘t - stop projecting yourself on everybody else.“ That earned Shadowheart snorts and chuckles all around the table - and the wizard did not have a witty reply anymore.

Silence spread through the group. Lae‘zel kept murdering her breakfast, Halsin munched on his food as did Wyll. Karlach kept forgetting to put her bread in her mouth to actually eat it while still throwing glances over to where Tav and Astarion were now holding hands and leaning their heads together like the lovebirds they were. Shadowheart and Gale kept holding on to their hot beverages. Shadowheart usually skipped out on eating for breakfast - and Gale seemed to still fight with being deprived of his beauty sleep.

„But what‘s changed? We all know they fucked before“, Karlach finally broke the silence. The comment earning mumbled approval and more groans around the table („Don‘t remind me, tiefling“, Lae‘zel spat). „They smooch all the damn time in front of everyone and at the most inappropriate times. I mean, it‘s not like they‘re trying to hide anything“, Karlach continued and shrugged. „Yes, by the Gods, I‘d hope they would hide it“, Gale whispered under his breath and stared at the ceiling in desperation.

„I‘d assume what‘s changed is that they‘re both now truly free to choose the one they love and act upon it - without ulterior motives or fear behind it.“ This was the first time Wyll offered any insight on the topic. He had rather politely held his tongue on the matter, not wanting to judge and indulge the gossiping.

„Hmm“, the druid agreed with him and nodded solemnly, „I would think breaking out of your slavery of two hundred years and experiencing real love and genuine connection after that can quite positively turn your world around for the better.“ „Don‘t romanticise that they can‘t be more subtle!“, Shadowheart immediatly exclaimed and crossed her arms over her chest.

„Well, for what it‘s worth I think they deserve to enjoy their love in peace for a bit but if you‘re all so bothered about it, I can go and talk to them about it later“, Wyll offered, completely being the diplomat about the whole thing.

„Chk, warlock, don‘t bother - I feel like these people don‘t want a solution, they‘d rather sit here every morning and gossip and bitch about it“, said Lae‘zel who had finished her food and was now just sitting between the others while brooding.

„I‘m all about handling this like adults“, Gale said and lifted his cup of tea halfway ,“but if they insist behaving like rabbits, we might as well-“

The group never found out what the wizard would have proposed, because he made a sudden jolt and splashed his tea all over himself. Gale squinted through the streams of liquid running down his face and turned around.

Astarion had snuck up on them and kneed Gale in the back, making him spill his drink. Murder twinkled in the vampire‘s red eyes. Karlach and Halsin had broke out into full, body-shaking laughter, even Wyll and Lae‘zel let out a chuckle while Shadowheart just shook her head in disappointment.

„If you keep talking about Tav and me in terms of critters, I will gut you like one, wizard. And that goes for all of you“, Astarion hissed after he had leaned down to Gale who was trying to soak up the spilled beverage with some napkins.

„Please do, if you two keep insisting on being godsdamned lovebirds. You‘d be doing me a favour“, Gale replied. Astarion hissed again - but now with a dirty smirk on his face: „Well, if that‘s the case you‘re also happy to come over and watch next time, bastard.“ „You should clear that with Tav first, Astarion“, Shadowheart added dryly. The round chuckled again and now seemingly relaxed. Astarion still looked ready to spill innards but the tension in his shoulders had loosened a little.

„Yo, Tav“, Karlach shouted over to the elf after she had calmed down a bit from all the laughter „keep your guarddog in check, would ya?“ Then she laughed again. Tav just flipped her off across the room and started laughing as well.

Halsin meanwhile had finished his meal and made to get up. He walked over to Astarion and patted the vampire on the back who winced at first but relaxed quickly again. „Maybe keep it down a little next time, so we can all keep being friends, eh?“, the druid offered in a friendly manner and smiled at the vampire.

Astarion made to protest: „I‘m not your…“ But then he stopped while his gaze wandered over this unlikely party of adventurers and back to Tav as well and realised the druid was right: they were, all of them, his friends.

[proffbon]

OC Tag Game, Saphrin

Thank you @muwitch for the tag!

I decided to go with Saphrin instead of my more recent OCs because I have more info on him

Tagging @choccy-zefirka, @lemonlilactea and @herrshepard but no pressure.

General 

Name: Saphrin of House T'sael (doesn't use the House name anymore);

Alias: None;

Gender: Male;

Age: 59 (baby 🥺🤏);

Spoken language: Common, Elvish, Drow;

Sexual orientation: Homosexual;

Occupation: Priest of Eilistraee;

Favorite…

Color: Blue;

Entertainment: He likes sappy romance novels. The ones with all the drama and romance and soulmates and great love confessions but doesn't care for smut;

Pastime: Dancing, checking and fixing his equipment and playing the lyre;

Food: He generally eats whatever but he misses fried rothe while he's topside;

Drink: Really bad mushroom moonshine;

Have they…

Passed university: Drow University I guess lol. He had a full noble education at the Military Academy;

Had sex: Yes;

Had sex in public: Is in the middle of a (presumably) empty graveyard "in public"?;

Got tattoos: Had Eilistraee's holy symbol tattooed unto his throat (the other priestesses said that wasn't necessary but he REALLY wanted to show his devotion);

Got piercings: No;

Got scarred: Has various battle scars from years in the military, some mostly faded scars on his back from being lashed as a kid, a small stab scar on his upper arm from being assaulted by a Drow Inquisitor, and fresh light scars on his legs and arms from performing the Sword Dance on Phalar Aluve;

Had a broken heart: Had to kill someone who he grew to love and admire;

Are they…

A cuddler: Yes, but unknowingly. He mostly trances, so he usually falls asleep by accident and finds himself cuddled up to someone (Astarion);

Scared easily: Not at all. Startled maybe, but not scared. But even startled he still acts out in a way he was trained in the military;

Jealous easily: No, but not from a lot of trust in the partner but from his own low self-esteem. If someone he loves is spending more time with someone else Saphrin just figures he's not a great company;

Trustworthy: Absolutely, but doesn't believe himself to be such (see "Had to kill someone he loved");

Family

Siblings: Six older sisters, technically were in charge of raising him but most ignored or hated him and thus he was mostly raised by tutors and servants;

Parents: Mother is the Matron of the House, didn't raise him, they mostly interacted in official settings. Doesn't know who his father is because by the time he started wondering that the House had no Patron and it wasn't his place to ask;

Children: No;

Pets: Scratch and the Owlbear Cub;

[devnmon]

oc game <3

thank u for the tag my lovely @clericblood (only tagging you in this bc thornie is ur gf) | tagging my beloved @bodythieves (for cordelia)

General:

Name: Thorne Hawksley Alias: Thorne (thornie by shadowheart) Gender: Cis Woman Age: 26 Spoken Language: common, is learning some elvish from astarion/halsin and her bestie shadowheart Sexual Orientation: unlabeled Occupation: before, she was a caretaker on a farm, currently leader of her companions in saving faerun from the absolute

Favorite: 

Color: yellow and neutral/earth tones Entertainment: taking care of her farm animals, loves her goats and cows and sheep Pastime: thorne is a reader, she will pick up a book on ANYTHING and finish it before it hits her table (and before her head hits her pillow at night). she also loves gardening and sharing her produce with friends and family Food: thorne LOVES anything sweet, mostly fruit n sweet pies Drink: juices and teas, anything made out of natural ingredients

Have They…

Passed University: nope, she just joined her parents' farm business in milking cows, making cheese and butter and caring for her animals Had Sex: yep! Had Sex in Public: nope! halsin loves the privacy, but wouldnt be opposed Gotten Tattoos: nope Gotten Piercings: yeah! has her double lobes Gotten Scarred:  nothing that hasnt healed over. definitely has some faded scars from astarion's bites but that's really it Had a Broken Heart: nope, hasnt really had romantic attention or desires until astarion and halsin

Are They…

A cuddler: yes! thorne loves cuddling with any animal that will allow her that closeness and also with halsin when theyre wildshaped in bear form. he's very warm. Scared Easily: shes a little timid at times but can pull it together when she has to Jealous Easily: not really! Trustworthy: oh yes, trusts people very easily to the point of naivete!

Family

Sibling(s): one twin sister who she was separated from when the nautiloid occurred Parents: mom and dad back on the family farm Children: none Pets: all her farm animals, and scratch and owlbear cub of course

[rinwellisathing]

OC Tag Game

I was tagged by @dearest-and-nearest! I will tag @tenebris-art @falcatas, @ak-elan, and @picathartidae Y'all know this is gonna be about Sentry General: Name: Vereena Mortis Sentry Ojeda

Alias: Gabriel Ojeda (pen name), The Dread Executioner (serial killer alias), Sweet Sentry, Dear Bhaalist, My Dread Executioner (all from Gortash)

Gender: trans man Age: Early 20's Spoken Language: Common, Draconic, Undercommon, Infernal, Abyssal, Elvish, Dwarven, Gnomish Sexual orientation: Pansexual Occupation: Artist, author, assassin

Favorite:

Color: Black, red, purple Entertainment: Sex, murder, art, reading copper dreadfuls, hanging out with Wyll (previously Orin) Pastime: Music, art, and writing Food: Red meat, fry bread with honey Drink: Hard liquor of any kind Have They: Passed university: No, he had a basic education at the Open Hand Temple and then Enver gave him some knowledge, but he considers himself too stupid. Had sex: Frequently for far longer than he should have been. Had sex in public: part of his duty as a breeder before he escaped, then something that thrilled him when with Enver, and then sometimes with Halsin and Astarion. Gotten tattoos: He has his surname on his bicep, a symbol of Ilmater on his chest, and then the black hand of Bane on his womb. Piercings: Ears four times each. Gotten scars: Top surgery, self harm, combat, and sex related.

Are they: A cuddler: Not really, he does not like to feel restrained. Scared easily: No, he enjoys scary things. Only his trauma nightmares about Sarevok abusing him when he was a child scare him. Jealous easily: Not usually, but when he's already emotional, he can be murderously jealous. Trustworthy: Absolutely not. He betrayed the party for Gortash in a heartbeat.

Family: Siblings: Biological: Sarevok, Tomi Kisaragi, Jackal Silk, Gabrael Grimmaldi, Moon Schine, Desdemona, and you(any fellow Durges or Bhaalspawn reading this) Adoptive or considered sibling: Orin The Red and Ilya Barghest (one of my tavs) Parents: Bhaal, but he was given to Lakhesis and Thanatos Mortis, a cultist couple in the undercity, to be raised as a perfect breeder. When he murdered them, he was adopted by Evagria Ojeda (a paladin of Ilmater) and Father Lorgan at The Open Hand Temple in Rivington. Children: Rio Ojeda-Gortash aka Teela Popsprocket( daughter with Enver Gortash, Enver sent her away for her own safety when Sentry disappeared only a few months after giving birth), Oso Ojeda and Lucian Ancunin( fathered by Halsin, but Lucian was mostly raised by Astarion who he looked up to and who adores him and is flattered by that.), Slaughter (fathered by Grazz't during the time Sentry was imprisoned by him in his harem) Pets: Malta (the orange cat near Bonecloak's), Nibbles (Owlbear), Ormn, Bosk, and Tuffet(step pets since he's been with Halsin)

Like I always say, my favorite lesson in any musical ever is "Nice is different than good" Sentry is an incredibly affable, fun, friendly person, his first inspiration after all is Kronk from The Emperor's New Groove for personality, but he is very much a heavily flawed, even villainous character. He is a study in grey morality without being overly morose about it...He's also my catharsis character for all my personal trauma and issues, so there's that lol.

[midnightostara]

Just thinking about how everyone in BG3 would react to meeting Astro Bot & the bots that look like them.

Astarion - couldn’t care less about Astro, but will defend him, but he certainly would love his bot counterpart but jealous on how his counter part can see himself.

Gale - mesmerized by Astro and is full of questions for Astro but finding no answer from him only sounds. He likes to have a reading partner with his bot counterpart and teaching it magic to harness the weave.

Wyll - Curious about Astro but enjoys teaching him of using a blade for defense and loves being with his bot counterpart, he enjoys the company of the bot and teaches him how to dance.

Karlach- Is on an overload of dying of cuteness of Astro and the entirety of the bots that look like her friends. It takes a lot of strength to hold her back from hurting them and thoroughly enjoys her bot counterpart and makes sure it is comfortable in her tent.

Shadowheart - Dumbfounded by Astro but is accepting of him in their camp. She isn’t quite sure about her bot counterpart but likes that it practices praying to Shar or practicing magic.

Lae’zel - Is quite indifferent about Astro and the other bots that look like them. She in a way treats Astro, coldly with her indifference, but she is willing to defend him and the bots. She is also amused by her bot counterpart of how it behaves like herself.

Halsin - Very accepting of Astro and the bots, he teaches Astro of the importance of nature even teaches him how to whittle. Also thoroughly enjoys his bot counterpart as it enjoys nature itself, is also surprised that it can wildshape.

Minthara - Loathes Astro and the bots but loves her bot counterpart.

Minsc - Welcomes Astro and the bots with open arms to their camp and introduces Boo to Astro. He also enjoys his bot counterpart and the bot of Boo.

Jaheira - Is baffled by the bots but welcomes them to the camp and enjoys her bot counterpart.

Scratch & Owlbear - Curious about Astro but knows that Astro is very trustworthy along with the other bots.

[aoifethephoenixqueen]

Thank you @whiskeyskin for the tag! Again, I don't really have anyone specific to tag, so if you have a Tav, this is your no-pressure tag to share them with the world. I would love to meet them!

Since I have two beloved Tavs and I have done Ravyn already:

Here is Faelyn

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Magic:

Growing up, if she showed any magical tendencies, they were quickly snuffed out. She was called a freak, a monster, and at one point threatened to be kicked out onto the streets (she would have been about 6-8 years old at the time. Though they never quite killed her curiosity about magic.

Then she was married off to a wizard (she calls them Spellweavers) whose previous bride died under quite suspicious circumstances. She fell into her role and did everything she was told to do/be. The man's chaos consumed him, and in a fit of jealous rage, he used his magic to burn a brand on Faelyn's shoulder.

She came to believe all magic and spell weavers were evil.

She also has a fear of heights, but she's always been that way, and no one really knows why.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Her wants and needs where ignored for so long that she really hates it when people ignore her boundaries.

She's not a fan of touch - handshakes, hugs, a supportive hand on her shoulder (the non-burned one), and some people ignore that. Slowly, she learns how to stand up for herself, but those in the party (Gale, Shadowheart, Wyll, Karlach, I mean, she couldn't even if she wanted to) start quietly standing up for her.

Now, it should be noted that her relationship with both Gale and Astarion makes things a little different...complicated

What are three items you can find in their bedroom? (I'll take that as in/by their tent)

A golden locket from a maid in her parents' house

Rose scented soap/hair oil/lotion: given to her by...Astarion?? (I know the answer, but she doesn't. not yet)

Scratch and the Owlbear cub...what can I say...she's a Druid *Faelyn off in the distance* "I am not a druid!"

What do they notice first in person?

She's very much an 'actions speak louder than words' kind of woman. Though she'll note the way someone looks, she watches their actions (and words) to see if they match up or not

On a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

7-8 probably. She was either on display or ignored growing up so she became very accustomed to 'sucking it up'.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Not really - Biologically there's her father, mother and her little brother.

As for 'found' family: she grew quite close to on of the older maids of the house and saw her more as family than her own parents.

It's a slow process but she starts to see her companions as family as well.

Do they go into fight or flight when under pressure?

Flight. 100%

What is a smell they dislike?

While the smell of burning flesh is probably high on most people's list of smells they dislike, Faelyn's disdain for it goes a littler deeper...deeper into her shoulder that is

Have they broken any bones?

Surprisingly, no

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Very quiet. Some would say unsettling, as she rarely makes eye contact.

Boom, surprise birthday party, how do they react to surprise?

So long as no one jumps out to yell 'surprise' at her, it would be fine. She would be grateful and probably fight back some tears that they thought of her at all, let alone set up such a party. She would also not want to be the centre of attention...so she'd kinda low key hope its over soon

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Immaculate. Every thing about her had to be perfect...and it was still never enough.

Do they have a favourite fabric?

Wool - Both her parents and her husband's houses were very cold, so she likes to finally have some warmth.

What kind of accent do they have?

Cormyr - This is why the blood drains from her face when Raphael starts reciting the Cormyrian rhyme. Does he know who she is? Is he going to turn her in?

Edit: Noticed I never actually answered all the questions - so I went back and remedied that.

[kemendin]

Epilogue

Or, I finished my first playthrough of BG3 and had many emotions (still processing) and many thoughts (also still processing), so here are some Kem ramblings on chosen endings and what happens post-game in Dhamari canon. Under cut because major spoilers of course!

So, for anyone curious, here's how things turned out, and these are fairly unsurprising I'd imagine:

Astarion did not ascend. I tried it for kicks, and I hated his ascended self lol. And Dhamari wouldn't have gone for the 'replace one tyrant with another' idea.

Gale did not claim godhood, BUT nor did he actually give the crown to Mystra - it was left in the sea. As Dhamari said, "If Mystra wants it, she can damn well fish it out herself."

Wyll became the Blade of Avernus, and went romping back to the Hells with Karlach. Go be badasses, guys!!

Lae'zel became the new Comet, and went sailing off to be the saviour of her people.

Shadowheart turned her back on Shar and went off to explore Faerûn and her new faith in Selûne (and got custody of the owlbear).

As for Dhamari and Gale... I had to do a lot of pondering on their ending, both in terms of in-game choices and how things ACTUALLY play out in my brain. While I’m very entertained by the idea of ‘Professor Dekarios’ I don’t think Dhamari is cut out for city life. So the short answer is, I went with the ‘I’ll marry you but I won’t live in Waterdeep’ option and they go off adventuring again instead.

The long version is, of course, more complicated:

Initially Dhamari is all 'yes of course I'll marry you and go back to Waterdeep with you' because frankly he's got no idea what to do with himself post-Netherbrain destruction. But that goes kinda not too well overall, for several reasons:

a) He really has no idea what he's getting into with the whole wedding business, because drow don't DO that. So while Gale's making all these plans and sending out multitudes of invitations, Dhamari's list consists of Wyll, who can't come, and Jaheira, who probably could, and he's just very overwhelmed by all the grand ceremony notions.

b) He's jealous of now having to share Gale with Tara and Mrs Dekarios and probably half of Waterdeep, because Gale's of course rather well known, and even more so after saving Baldur's Gate. Gale knows everyone and Dhamari knows no one, and he feels like he's being perceived as this odd little drow blemish on the local wizard celebrity (whether or not this is actually true is up for debate).

c) After the relief of no longer having a brain death sentence and the pressure of saving the world wears off, and he's had a little chill time, he starts feeling incredibly restless again. He's never had a point in his life till now where he wasn't scared or in danger or both - he has no idea how to live a life that doesn't involve fighting to survive. Unfortunately, in absence of obvious threats, he ends up on some mental level fighting Gale instead - lashing out with confusions and uncertainties he doesn't know how to cope with.

So within a month or so things get very tense between them, because Dhamari is rather terrible at communicating his problems to other people, but eventually they're forced to hash all this out. The end results are: a much smaller wedding than originally planned, Gale declining the offer to take a teaching post at Blackstaff Academy, and soon after the wedding they pack up and go adventuring again for a while so they can spend some time together that's ACTUALLY just the two of them.

At some point - dunno yet if it's pre- or post-epilogue reunion get-together - Dhamari visits with Jaheira, and she invites him to join the Harpers. Dhamari's felt a sort of half-conscious connection with the Harpers for a WHILE now, since finding the executed patrol of them in Grymforge (that's a whole other ramble/fic in process lol) and so when Jaheira makes this offer he's like '...huh yeah I could do that'. It gives him a much needed sense of purpose in life, gets him out and about and not quite so latched onto Gale every hour of the day. So when he and Gale take breaks from adventures and chill in Waterdeep for a bit, Gale can be doing his wizardy stuff with his wizardy friends, and Dhamari does whatever Harper business needs doing around the city.

So things aren't always perfect between them, and frankly these two will always find something to argue about because they ARE such different people. But they love each other, and they learn from each other, and as far as they're concerned - it's a happy ending.

Random tidbit - I really like that in the route I chose, Gale retains the mark of the orb. I think that despite what it was - a death sentence - Dhamari's actually rather fond of it aesthetically, and even sees it as a reminder - to both of them - that Gale survived. That Gale chose Dhamari, chose life, and it was the right choice.

[mysdrymmumbles]

Tav: *deep sigh*

Astarion: Is something wrong?

Tav: I mean, I don't really know how to say this, but...

Astarion: Come now, darling. You can tell me anything.

Tav: You've been neglecting our son.

Astarion:

Astarion: I'm sorry, our what?

Tav: Don't play dumb, Astarion.

Astarion: You know what? I've changed my mind. That thing about telling me anything? I take that back.

Tav: What am I supposed to tell him when we get back to camp?

Astarion: You'll think of something. You've such a way with words.

Tav: He watches for you when we come back, and he waits. He wants so much for you to pay attention to him, to treat him like you did before.

Astarion: I assure you, he doesn't care.

Tav: I assure you, he does.

Astarion:

Tav:

Astarion: *shifting uncomfortably* It's better this way.

Tav: How? Every time he realizes that you've slipped off to go hunting on your own, it breaks his fluffy little heart!

Astarion: If his heart is fluffy, something is very, very wrong.

Tav: You should take him hunting.

Astarion: He's got Halsin for that! Vampires and owlbears don't exactly have the same hunting methods. Halsin can help him more than I--

Tav: Astarion, are you jealous of the sexy giant druid?

Astarion: Strange choice of adjectives for this conversation, but no. I'm not jealous.

Tav: Our son said he prefers hunting with you. When you go out together, he feels important. Worthy.

Astarion:

Tav: You'd know that if you used the potions of animal speaking I gave you.

Astarion: Forgive me if I don't want to listen to squirrels beg for their lives every time I need to feed.

Tav:

Astarion: Fine. I could take him hunting again sometime. *holds up a finger* But you're the one who has to break it to Halsin.

Tav: Maybe you could take turns?

[celaenamyers]

“Why are we here again?” The vampire spawn asked, irritated. Gale was hunched over a large table displaying all sorts of merchandise, thoughtfully stroking his chin.

“I want to bring something for Katria,” he explained. “I feel bad for asking her to search the bodies at the Goblin Camp. No lady should have to witness such horrors.”

Astarion nodded absentmindedly. It wasn't unusual for him to behave this way; he often got easily distracted during walks and conversations, leading him to disapprove of the decisions made by his companions and leader. If Astarion agreed with something, it was probably a mean and cruel action, which rarely happened since the unexpected group was formed.

“Astarion.”

“Gods, what now?”

“What do you think of her?” Gale asked again. “You met her in Baldur’s Gate—what do you think of Katria and her brother Gabriel?”

“Expendable,” Astarion simply replied. “The girl can barely gather mushrooms without poisoning us. Why the sudden curiosity?”

“They’re the children of Lord Kallias Dawn,” Gale replied. “I wonder what they’re doing so far from home.”

“I don’t know,” Astarion glanced at the vendor, who was patiently waiting for Gale to make his choice, and added, “The floating skeleton seems to have taken a liking to her, alongside with Scratch and the Owlbear cub.”

“Withers, yes,” Gale finally selected a leather pouch that appeared to contain sewing and embroidery tools, paying the necessary coins. “I wonder why.”

“Well, our sweet little pet seems to have a fascination with death,” Astarion frowned, his lips curling to reveal his fangs. “She stares at corpses a little too intensively.”

Gale paused for a few seconds to look at his companion. “She is odd, that much is true.”

“Halsin seems to hover around her, too.”

“Jealous, my fanged friend?”

“Why would I be?”

“You met her first,” Gale shrugged, deciding to change the subject. “Come on. Karlach said she’s making stew for the feast. We’re in for a long night of celebration.”

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For years, Katria Dawn gazed out her small window, praying to the Gods for freedom. Trapped under the oppressive rule of her father, Lord Kallias, she longed for a life beyond the walls of their estate. When her brother Gabriel suggests a journey from Neverwinter to Baldur's Gate, she believes her wish has finally been granted. However, fate has different plans. After surviving a shipwreck and waking up alongside a warrior named Lae'zel, Katria is thrust into an adventure that will test her strength, unravel long-kept secrets, and redefine what freedom truly means.

-AN ASTARION FANFICTION (link)

[madschiavelique]

I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!! My poly tavrem with GN Tav who likes to spend time with Scratch and Owlbear cub a lot request is so good! I love it especially Shadowheart enjoys spending time with you, Scratch, & Owlbear 🐶🦉, she loves to watch Scratch lick you while Owlbear nudges your shoulder 👀, she would reuse the fallen feathers to make it a new toy to play with 🪶, Gale prefers cats but he finds you beautiful when you smile while patting Scratch ☺️, he writes you poems about how you laughed when you ran with both pets at night ✍️, Astarion isn't really familiar with animals but he did promise you to leave both dog & Owlbear alone 👍, he's a bit jealous about how much time you're spending with Scratch & Owlbear 😠, he would hold you by the waist when you're sitting with both pets to show he's yours too 🤭, Lae'zel doesn't understand at all which makes perfect sense 😅, she approves at the thought of dogs are loyal & Owlbears are a force to be reckoned with for you when they're fully grown <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>, Wyll loves dogs so he spends plenty of time with Scratch 🐶, he finds it sweet that you care so much for Owlbear even when it's an adult 🦉, your love of animals is cute to him 😍, he would join in when you play with both pets 😁, Karlach wished she could join you if her flames wasn't so strong 🔥, she managed to befriend them after it's not so hot & joined in to be chased by both dog & Owlbear 🥹, Halsin's heart is filled with joy when you spend time with Scratch & Owlbear 💕, you often asks him for advice when comes to taking care of them 👍, he finds it cute when you talk like they could understand you 🗣️, Minthara doesn't see the appeal either 🤨, she's impressed by how docile they are to you 😤, and even she smiles when you're clearly happy to see them after a tiring day ☺️ Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :)

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