ok ok I have this genius idea…. astarion sees a cat tht looks like Druid!tav and he assumes it’s tav and he’s like wtf why are u acting like that
omfg I love this ~ I am actually cackling! Sorry that this took so long, I am hoping to catch up on everything again now I am back!
Warnings: none!
Pairing: Astarion x gn!druid!reader/Tav
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He would straight up not realise it wasn't you, and probably wouldn't have had it not been for you sneaking up on him.
He claims that it is because he was tired and he hadn't fed from you for a few days because you have been so exhausted, but that doesn't stop you from teasing him for it.
The cat had been curled up on his lap in his lap for the last hour as he stitched up one of your shirts that, as far as the group was concerned, ripped when you were helping him hunt. Not when he had your back pushed up against a tree...
When it had approached him so shortly after you had all finished setting up your new camp outside of Rivington, who else could it have been but you? It was so routine. The markings, the whiskers – at a quick glance, nothing was out of the ordinary besides the fact he had a little fight on his hands trying to get it to settle on his lap.
The fact he had to pick it up and almost force it to settle should have been a red flag in and of itself ~ 'why are you acting like this?' 'I know you aren't still mad at me about the shirt, I very well made up for that then and there and you know it.' 'Oh stop fussing and settle - there! was that so difficult?'
But he didn't think any more of it when it finally made itself at home and started purring away.
A little out of it from a level of exhaustion, he didn't pay any mind when he heard you cough gently behind him. He didn't even turn around as he held the stitching up over his shoulder to show off -
"See, darling, I told you you would barely be able to notice the stitching when I was done with it."
You would just continue to stand there with your arms crossed over your chest, eyes on the cat on his lap rather than the stitching.
It would take a good second before it clicked. His brows furrowing, his arms dropping, and his mouth opening and closing a little in confusion as he looked at the cat in his lap and then over his shoulder at you.
"This is not what it look's like, I swear." he started, shooing the cat off his lap hurriedly.
You could only hum in response, holding back a laugh and trying your hardest not to break out into a cackle.
"Either you missed me so much while I went to find food you simply had to find a replacement, or you thought that cat was me?"
If he could blush you knew his cheeks would be redder than his eyes as he frantically brushed the offending cat's fur off of his trousers. You would have thought you had caught him in the arms of another lover the way he floundered – not to mention the uncharacteristic speechlessness.
"Great work on the shirt though, Star. Thank you."
You couldn't help but break out into a playful grin as you took it from him, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you passed to take your new bundle of food over to the campfire for Gale.
