#he kinda looks like astarion but I didn’t wanna put him

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Wow! That was pretty fast! Thank you for the Raphael one. Now, can I get both Hilda and Claude? For Hilda, I want anyone besides Serra, who not only has the same hairstyle and color but also somewhat the same personality.

Bonus:

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Zekaria x Camp HC

Add your own if you’ve got any! I wanna see your guys Headcanons! Enjoy!

Gale

With how big Ria is on a cool breezy day, Gale would be nestled between her thighs reading a book. She’d be lounging on a pile of pillows, eyes closed and claws in his hair. She’d be eating fruit and feeding Gale every once in a while.

One an off day without really looking for leads, he’d hold her hand in the market, she’d wrap her arm around his shoulders.

While they were sleep, Ria would be the one nestled between Gale’s legs, head on his chest with her arms around him.

Sometimes Ria would wear Gale’s robes around camp if she didn’t feel like putting on actual clothes.

Astarion had told Ria that Gale was Vanilla in bed. She’d teach him some of her favorite kinks, he’d enjoy because Gale is nothing but an overachiever.

Gale’s ‘guilty pleasure’ is this large woman sitting on his face. Her thick thighs bordering on either side of his head, his hands cupping her ass and holding her there. Ria worried she’ll suffocate him.

Wyll

Wyll will be hesitant to want to touch Ria. His thoughts that he was off putting would always hold him back. He would be surprised when she said she liked him a lot.

Ria would go to kiss Wyll and he would stiffen up as she’s kiss along his jaw. She’s giggle in his ear and lick the shell of it to tease him. He’d blush and playfully nudge her away. Ria would wrap her arms around him and hold him close. Wyll would put a hand on her lower back.

Wyll takes me as a stomach sleeper, Zekaria would sleep next to him, half on top of him, a long leg nestled between both of his and an arm across his back. Or she’d ask him to lay on her, head on her chest or stomach, warm arm going around her. Wyll would be worried his horns would get in the way.

Once Wyll finally opens up he is definitely a menace to Ria. They had grown so close that she can see exactly what he’s thinking without the tadpole. Reading his expressions was enough to know if he was playing with her.

Wyll is a slap his partners ass in front of people kinda man. Ria likes that part a lot. He’s also a public kinda man, if they’re sitting just right he’ll finger Ria while talking to the rest of the camp around the fire. Or take her into the tree line close to camp and fuck her until her legs can’t seem to keep her up.

Lae’zel

Ria would lounge about watching Lae’zel work out or sharpen her sword. She loved to watch the strain of muscle, watch the other sweat. It was intoxicating.

Lae’zel’s favorite thing is to train near a body of water. On a nice hot day to get Zekaria in the water, to watch her splash around naked, then to watch the water slide over her pretty green skin. To watch her air dry.

Ria loves to make the Gith relax with a massage if she ends up giving the teifling trouble about her training. “You can take a day of Zel. Come let me give you a massage babe.” The teifling beckoned.

Lae’zel loves to trace and lick along the scars and raised lines and prongs along Ria’s body when they are alone in her tent.

Ria tops more often than you think and Zel absolutely reels at the fact that she does. But of course gives her a hard time in front of everyone.

Shadowheart

She’s rough around the edges but is complete goo when it comes to Ria. Shadowheart is awkward when it comes to PDA, but Ria assures her it’s alright. Light hand holding, Ria sliding an arm around her shoulders to bring her closer while around the fire. Whispering compliments in her ear to catch the blush on her cheeks.

Ria loves to be the small spoon.

Shadowheart is the kind to help Ria drink wine, then lick up whatever spills on her chin.

Shadowheart absolutely loves to put Ria in her place in bed. The small Sharran defiantly brings the pain better than any Loviator follower.

Ria jokingly found a dog collar and teased Shadowheart if she wasn't nice to her, she wouldn't put it on. Shadowheart has never said please and thank you faster to see her giant teifling girlfriend be an absolute bottom.

Shadowheart is all black and darkness, but once she fines anything in the right shade of green that matches Ria's skin or nipple color she's more keen for some color in her outfit.

Karlach

Karlach absolutely loves to wrestle with Ria. Both being big and tall women it's always a good time. Karlach loves to let Ria win most times even though the Teifling tells her not to hold back.

Cold nights it's a pleasure to be snuggled up next to the hot barbarian.

Ria plays with Karlach's hair, giving her little braids, putting different kinds of charms in her locks.

Karlach's love language is words of affirmation, she loves to compliment Ria. When in bed, she kisses every inch of skin and dols out the loving words.

They take a lot of naps together, days to laze about are filled with them.

Karlach is a touchy woman, hand holding, wrapping an arm around Zekaria to have her in front, arms around her waist, chin on her shoulder. The whole nine.

Karlach also likes to stare at her partner, just boring holes into them because one they’re so damn hot and two they are their favorite person in the world.

Astarion

Would pout and whine for Ria to feed him fruit like the god he thinks he is. (Yeah I know he doesn’t NEED to eat it) But just the thought of him eating messy, juicy fruit and Ria licking the juices off his chin and neck, following if it ended up going further down.

Is the little spoon.

Absolutely loves to see Ria in his clothes.

Gets a fucking kick out of Ria biting him when they’re having a romp or he’s also feeding on her.

Behind closed doors or a tent flap Star is a cuddle bug, just wanting to lounge about and enjoy Ria’s warmth, her smell, the sound of her heart beating in her chest. Feel her smooth skin against his.

Absolutely loves to be read to while snuggled between her thighs. He’s the type to wrap his arms around them to hold her close.

Loooves Ria’s nails for head scratches.

Sometimes when they’re in a new town goes to try and get them matching camp clothes.

Will bring her random gifts if he sees something she likes. Mostly will probably draw for her.

[silvertiefling]

“ Well. M’not surprised - after all, how could ya not fall for me? I’m practically perfect - ”

The first words out of her mouth are less than stellar - but it’s just an automatic response at this point. Humor, self-reassurance in the face of such devastating words. Her defenses have always been high when it came to those around her, and Astarion had been no exception - well… she had thought he hadn’t been an exception. But clearly that wasn’t the case now, was it?

A plethora of mixed emotions swirled through her mind, a million angry thoughts at the tip of her tongue, urging her to wedge a divide between them so deep and devastating that it could never be repaired - a way to put him back in his place for daring to attempt to use her, to play around with her and her feelings.

But on the other hand - it’s not like she didn’t know. It wasn’t like she didn’t see the far out look in his eyes at times, didn’t see the symptoms of dissociation, of distancing himself from certain things and topics. It’s not like she didn’t smell the deceit at the beginning - as if he didn’t reek of it, wrapped in it like a poorly concealed cloak.

And she had jumped in face first anyway - ignoring all the signs, all the warnings, ignoring the fact that maybe this was only real on her end. Didn’t bother to stop herself as her brain told her she was walking a dangerous tightrope of simple play and sex to something very much more real than either of them had expected or been prepared for.

“ Gimme a sec. I wanna punch you in the fuckin’ gut until I can see through to the other side- ” she finally spit out, never one to filter herself and her thoughts - they were probably written all over her face in the first place.

But she didn’t hit him. Instead, she did what she rarely cared to do in such a situation and that was to take a deep breath.

And then another.

And then one more for good measure.

“ I - ” she started speaking then stopped again, brows furrowed. 

Nope she needed a few more deep breaths. Maybe she could hit him once? No no not the time - maybe later.

“ That’s fuckin’ shit of you to do to me - but it’s not like I was really aimin’ for relationship shit anyway in this little adventure of ours. I kinda just assumed we were all gonna die in some pit trying to fight some big baddie long before it became an issue we had to deal with,” she admitted, crossing her arms, though her face finally softened a little as all of his words started processing through her tumultuous werewolf brain.

“ I DO deserve somethin’ real,” she agrees with a dramatically petulant huff, pausing just a moment before continuing.

“ And ya know what? So do you - even if you ARE a lil bastard that deserves a nice face full of my claws… ”

Her lips twitch just a bit, some humor coming back to her expression for the moment before she sighs, looking a little awkward. She had never really been all that good at the feelings thing to begin with.

“ … I’d… uh… Like us to be somethin’ real, too… ”

Astarion forces a smile, the expression barely holding shape on his face. He tries for his usual charm, something sly and flippant to mask the dread curling like smoke in his chest, but it falls flat, hollow. The words are thin on his lips, trembling like leaves caught in a midnight wind. ❛ Not exactly . . . ❜ he murmurs, the attempt at humor barely brushing the fear lodged deep in his throat. ❛ But you might be telling me to go fuck myself in a moment. ❜

His own chuckle in his throat dies quickly, and he feels his gaze drop. He’s not sure what terrifies him more—the thought of hurting her, shattering that warm look in her eyes, or the brutal reality that she could rip him apart, limb from limb, if she so desired. Perhaps she should. Perhaps he deserves nothing less.

But there’s no turning back now. His carefully crafted mask is already crumbling, and he’s weary of the lies, of hiding behind glances and innuendo to keep her from seeing the monstrous truth. He inhales sharply, steeling himself, and lifts his gaze back to hers, his voice raw, scraped clean of its usual silk.

❛ I had a plan—a nice . . . simple plan. Seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me. ❜ A wretched, brittle smile pulls at his lips, followed by a choked, bitter laugh. The sound tastes like ash on his tongue, and he has to resist the urge to look away, to hide himself from her steady gaze.

❛ It was easy, ❜ he presses on, his tone growing quieter, hollowed out by memory. ❛ Instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in . . . ❜ He falters, his voice catching as a shadow of old wounds darkens his expression. The image of Cazador flashes in his mind, cold and sharp as a blade to the throat. All those people he’d lured to their doom—sweetened with lies, with seduction, with promises he never intended to keep. ❛ All you had to do . . . was fall for it. ❜

He feels his voice breaking, emotion slipping through like a blade between his ribs, and he scolds himself silently, furious at the way his composure shatters so easily in front of her. A raw ache claws its way up his throat, and he swallows hard, trying to force it back. But the words keep spilling out, relentless, refusing to be buried any longer.

❛ And all I had to do was . . . not fall for you. ❜ His lips twist into a fragile smile, a desperate, self-deprecating thing. ❛ Which is where my nice, simple plan . . . fell apart. ❜

The confession feels like he’s ripped himself open, every dark, festering secret laid bare between them. He doesn’t know if she’ll recoil from him now, if the light in her eyes will dim with disappointment, with anger, with betrayal. He braces himself for it, every muscle wound tight as wire, waiting for the inevitable pain that he knows he’s earned. He deserves her fury. He deserves her disgust. But a small, desperate hope clings to him, trembling, fragile as glass. He steels himself, his gaze softening as he forces himself to look at her fully, letting every raw edge, every fractured piece of himself show. He no longer has the strength to hide.

❛ Katya . . . ❜ Her name falls from his lips like a prayer, like something sacred and forbidden, and he can feel the tremor in his voice as he says it. ❛ I think you’re . . . incredible. Unapologetic, and strong, and fierce in ways I’ll never be. You deserve something real. ❜ A weak, trembling smile tugs at his lips, more genuine this time, though it barely conceals the terror wild in his eyes. He’s handing her the dagger that could ruin him, trusting her with the sharp edge of his soul, and he has no idea if he’ll survive the aftermath.

❛ I want us . . . ❜ His voice cracks, and he pauses, swallowing hard, before forcing the words out with a courage he never knew he had. ❛ I want us to be something real. ❜