I can't stop thinking about Astarion with a Druid!Tav who is lounging around in their wild cat shape but he is completely unaware...
g/n Tav!reader, could be read platonically and romantically
Part 2 here ~ Part 3 here ~ Part 4 here
Astarion wouldn't think twice about you being missing from camp first thing in the morning. If you weren't out sourcing some breakfast, you would be down at the river bathing - nothing out of the ordinary.
What was out of the ordinary, however, was the cat that was lounging around on a rock in the sun beside his tent.
He just stood watching it for a moment, eyes narrowing as it opened its eyes and looked back at him, having the audacity to roll over to sit up and stare at him, head cocked a little, ears twitching.
It wasn't that Astarion didn't like cats, they were rather adorable little creatures, but having one trying to make his way into his tent slowly but surely wasn't his idea of the perfect bed mate.
He would eventually break away from it, sitting outside to enjoy the sun himself while packing up his stuff for the day.
When the cat hopped down and rubbed up his back, he couldn't help but jump - the quiet minx. He would bare his fangs a little, hissing at the cat as if in a warning but failing to deter it. It's tail instead quirking up as if amused.
"You're lucky I have already eaten," he would warn pointedly, narrowing his eyes.
He would hold his arms up in defeat as the cat stepped cautiously into his lap, forcing him to drop his embroidery with a huff.
The purring sent him over the edge, failing miserably to hide the fact that he was secretly happy for the attention as his hand started to stroke between the creatures eyes slowly, feeling himself relax a little as he did so.
"I suppose you're not too bad..." he would murmur as he continued to stoke it as the morning started to wile away. He didn't really need to start packing until Tav was back anyway.
"Has anyone seen Tav this morning?" Karlach's voice was characteristically loud as she barreled into the center of camp.
"Oh, they're on Astarion," Halsin replied, lips ticking up into a smirk as Astarion's eye's widened.
His head would snap down to look at the cat in his lap, their eyes now looking right back up at him and almost smiling...
"Why, you cheeky little..!"
The cat would push itself off, butting their head against his hand once more and, sure enough, transformed back - laughing hysterically at a rather flustered Astarion - "You're not too bad yourself."
He would just roll his eyes, grumbling something about you being lucky he didn't drain you, but secretly hoping you would cuddle up to him again, no matter which form you were in.
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Anon requested: “Imagine with Theo Raeken x male reader where the reader is a powerful rogue druid for Theo's chimera pack and his mate”
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So this takes place while Theo is leading the chimera pack, before he was allied with the McCall pack.
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“Y/n~” A pair of arms slipped around y/n’s waist, pulling him away from the table he was working at and against a strong chest.
“Yes Theo?” Y/n’s mate smiled against the back of his neck. The chimera pack leader had resurrected y/n, and was pleasantly surprised at the rogue druid’s willingness to follow him. The loyalty and friendliness y/n had demonstrated had earned him the place of becoming Theo’s mate.
“Tell me what you think of this plan.” Y/n almost sighed when he heard those words. As much as he loved Theo, his plans weren’t always the best. “I get one of the other chimeras to lure Scott and his pack into a warehouse, and then me and the rest surround them. Take out the banshee and other werewolves, then get rid of Scott.”
Theo had such a proud look on his face, y/n almost hated to tell him his opinion. Almost being the key word.
“Theo. As much of a genius planner as you are, your plan sucks.” Theo pouted and turned y/n around so his back was to the table. Effectively trapping y/n between Theo and the table (which, y/n wouldn’t lie, wasn’t an unpleasant place to be).
“Then what would you do?” Y/n wasted no time in answering.
“Split them up. Take them down quickly before they have a chance to figure out what’s going on.”
“And if they don’t want to separate?”
“Leave that to me.” Theo grinned and gave y/n a kiss, leaving him to plan how the best way to separate the McCall pack. How lucky he was to have such a clever and strategic mate.
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Imagine being a druid that survived the third War of the Races and meet Allanon and completely crush on him
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Requested: YES Hi, how’s it going? I saw that you wrote for The Shannara Chronnicles and I wanted to request an imagine with Allanon. So like the reader is a druid, that also somehow survived the previous war, she goes to the ‘temple’ at the same moment he goes back for the book and she eventually goes with them, helping them and crushing on Allanon. The ending I will leave in you hands
Tagging @weirdnewbie who requested amd @salvatorexwinchester who is just on my permanent tag list
You had been awakened by the sound of voices you did not recognize. You had made Druid’s Keep your home and so with the intruders, you drew your blade and slowly crept over to a wall that would keep you hidden. You peered around the wall and saw two men. One blonde and smaller than the other, who was quite handsome, that had dark hair and was wearing what you recognized as clothes of the Druids. But you didn’t trust him. Slowly, you were able to bypass the dark haired man and snuck up behind the blonde. You grabbed im by the back of his shirt and held your blade at his neck. You wrapped your left arm to pin his arm behind him. He made a small noise and that drew the attention of the other. He saw you and just stared for a moment.
“Who are you? How do you know about this place?” You ask.
“My name is Allanon, my friend that you are holding is Wil. I know this place because this is Druid’s Keep. I used to train here with my mentor Bremen. I participated in the War of the Races with Eventine. I am most likely the last druid that is alive, unless you are one as well?” He replied, and had a question of his own for you.
You let out a soft sigh and let Wil go. “Yes. I am a druid. And uh, sorry Wil. So Allanon, why did you come back after all this time?” You ask.
“We came here for the Codex of Paranor. Wil, is the last son of Shannara. He is going to learn how to master the elfstones and some magic.” Allanon replied, while turning his back and searching for where the codex might lay.
“Allanon. It’s just up ahead. Right in front of you, all the inscriptions on the wll? That’s where it lies.” You say. He goes over to the wall and examines it for a second before Wil starts talking about going to Storlock when Allanon told him that he was never going to Storlock, because the elfstones were guiding him to Allanon. Then there was a bunch of wind from all around and he used his magic to get the codex from behind the wall.
“Now, do you believe?” Allanon asks Wil.
“Allanon, let me heal you, I’m one of the few that know how to heal, and fight. Please. Let me help you.” You said, feeling and sensing the pain he was in. He only shrugged you off.
All of a sudden, after Allanon had opened the codex, he was talking and sort of freaking out and acting weird. You and Wil looked at each other before returning your gazes back to Allanon. Then your vision changed. You could see Allanon but not Wil. You turned to see the Dagda Mor. He hadn’t noticed your presence until he turned his gaze to you. Allanon looked over to what he had turned away to, to find you standing there. You only stared at the floor. He could not force you to do anything.
“I haven’t fought, nor killed anything yet, so you cannot control me in any way. Nor can your demons impersonate or harm me. I’m what some call, pure and untainted. That will never change.” You said quickly. You saw that Allanon had drew his blade and tried to attack the Dagda Mor, and then the both of you were out of the trance-like state he had put you both in.
Allanon had his hand in Wil’s face and then when he put his hand down, he said, “We need to get to Arborlon.” So, the three of you went to Arborlon, but you all were too late. All the Chosen, except for one, were dead.
TIME SKIP
Allanon had just been hurt, so you took him to the cave while tellng Wil and Amberle to go back to Arborlon. You hated seeing him pain so you took some of it away. But you couldn’t do much for his injuries. You could only hope that he would use one of his own incantations to activate the rock to heal him. You were leaning against the wall watching and waiting for any movement but you fell asleep.
Allanon was watching you for a little bit, allowing you a few more moments of rest before deciding to wake you, even though you were very cute when you were asleep.
“Y/N. You need to get up. We need to meet up with Wil and Amberle.” He says, trying to wake you. Slowly, you open your eyes and see that he’s up and his injuries are gone. You jump up and hug him.
“Oh, uh sorry. I am just so glad that you’re okay. I couldn’t do anything to help you and I felt so helpless and-” You say but are cut off by lips pressing against yours.
“For once, shut up.” Allanon said with a grin. You were staring at him in shock for a second before you went forward to crash your lips onto his again. You both pulled away breathless and just looked at each other.
“So, that uh, that just there, you like me too?” You ask, making sure that it wasn’t just a dream.
“Yes. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have done it silly. Now, Come on. We should go. We need to mke sure they are all right.” Allanon replied.
“Ok.” You say, extremely happy he likes you back.
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Druid!tav as a cat snuggling as a cat has me straight up biting the walls it’s so good ausjdjsjs. Do you think at some point astarion would ask gale to temporarily polymorph him into a cat so they could cat cuddle together
I am so glad people love this little scenario honestly! Hearing Neil say that he based some of Astarion's movements, behaviors and personality on the stray cat he befriended in his back garden makes so much sense honestly. - find the post they are referring to here [part 1]
Part 3 here ~ Part 4 here
And yes, 100% Astarion would do this but not, perhaps, for the reason you'd think of at first...
Astarion would approach Gale with payback on his mind at first. This man could never admit to himself he is doing it because he craves more.
Gale sees right through him though, listening to his request to be turned into a cat to play a similar trick on you with a small, knowing smirk. Much to Astarion's annoyance.
"Look, can you do it, or not?" "Of course I can, what do you take me for?" "Just swear you will turn me back as soon as they fall for it." "Wizards promise."
What Astarion didn't know is it was pretty damn obvious it was him. A bright white cat with pink-red eyes? Very inconspicuous.
You would clock him as he sauntered up and had to hold in your laughter, eyes softening as 'cat-starion' hoped up onto one of your crates and stare at you before knocking something off of the top.
It took all your energy not to break out cackling as he continued to weave himself in and out of your things, knocking everything over both on purpose and by accident judging by the way he seemed to make himself jump as your water flask clattered to the ground.
Gale, on the other hand, was stood a few feet away, laughing himself as you shot him a knowing look, eyebrow raised, knowing he had something to do with it all.
The poor wizard was crying so hard with laughter that he nearly keeled over.
Your laughing ceased pretty quickly when he jumped down and hissed at you, visibly annoyed that you were finding this amusing, before he clambered into your lap, sitting down with a huff.
Bringing your hand to his head tentatively, you rubbed a few small circles into his forehead. Hearing him purr was a sound that surprised you both, it seems, as his eyes shot open and he shifted in your lap.
Thinking for a moment, you lifted him up, earning yourself another hiss before you set him down beside you, allowing you to stand up and transform yourself.
Laying yourself down on your bedroll, you curled up into a ball, eyes watching him as you saw the gears turning in his head.
Slowly, he made his way over, still so sure that no one else in the camp could tell it was him, he curled up into your side, allowing you to butt your head against his as you rolled to let him closer. Letting him accept love for the first time in a very long time, purring quietly as you worked your head beneath his, letting him rest it there, closing his eyes peacefully.
Gale was glad he had crossed his fingers when promising to turn Astarion back as soon as the little joke was over, smiling to himself at his two friends finally finding some solace in the middle of the chaos.
This got a little out of hand but I am not sorry at all. I could talk about this duo all day.
Bonus ^^ this is how imagine Cat-starion trying to get your attention when he gets more comfortable with you
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druid!tav hunting as a cat for like mice and stuff with astarion hunting for his meal
omg as someone who is currently playing as a morally grey Druid, I LOVE this!
Let's be honest, it would only work with a druid who is a little more lax because otherwise, they would never dream of hunting other animals. Buttt... for the sake of this being cute af let's all pretend we are morally questionable.
Which, if we are dating Astarion, is probably a given anyway sometimes 😅
Usually, you would pride yourself on your stealth. Even in your human form, you were rarely caught but as a cat? Well, your track record was immaculate.
Until tonight, that was.
You hated when Astarion went out hunting alone. Of course, he could stand up for himself, but as you got closer to Baulders Gate, the harder it was for you to sleep while he was out wandering in the woods.
But, he would only brush you off if you asked to go with him, which is how you found yourself crouching to attention beneath a bush, watching him creep almost silently through the trees.
However, you severely underestimated just how heightened his sense of smell was
You were too busy admiring how his features softened when he thought no one else was around when his head turned upwards and he breathed in deeply. A split second later, his eyes snapped towards where you were hiding.
"You shouldn't let me feed on you so regularly if you want to sneak up on me, you know. I can smell your blood anywhere."
His voice was almost chilling in the silence of the woods, and it made your fur stand on end. You would have thought he was angry with you if he didn't stand with his head cocked to the side as you crept out, a smirk settled deep in his features.
You would rub up his shins in some form of apology, only for him to step back,
"No, no, no, my love. You can't try to be all cute and expect me to just forgive you - besides, you're getting fur all over my trousers."
You would persist anyway.
"Look, unless you want me to drain you dry, I need to find something to drink."
He would step away again, leaving you sat in the middle of the small clearing. As he turned to leave, something caught your eye - a small rustle under a leaf in the corner of your vision that you just couldn't ignore.
With a *bap* you were on top of it, eyes staring intently down at the leaf beneath your paws as you sat waiting for it to move again.
Astarion whipped around at the sound, eyes widening as he looked down at you scooting through the leaves in pursuit of something even his keen eyes couldn't focus on.
"Is our favourite druid hunting?" he would taunt as he watched you
In mild protest, you would stop and sit up eyes narrowing at him as if to say 'You're one to judge'
He held his hands up in mock defence, "Look, if you insist on following me around, you could always... help?"
He would almost cringe as he suggested it - like he hated himself for admitting that he would quite like your company when he was forced to find his food each night - a task that was always so lonely and left him with too many of his own thoughts.
You didn't need much convincing - abandoning whatever it was beneath the dense leaf coverage and trotting alongside him, tail raised inquisitively, bright eyes watching the treeline with him.
You missed the way his eyes softened again, his mouth turning up into a smile, as you crouched, wiggling and bounded off into the dark.
Bonus:
'I appreciate the offer, my love, but I don't think that would quite be enough," he would breathe a laugh over the deer he had managed to bring down as you put a large bird you had managed to wrangle out of its misery.
"Let's take it back anyway, I'm sure Gale will be able to do something with it for lunch."
He would pet your head affectionately before finishing off his late-night snack.
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what is the rest of the party’s response/reaction to catstarion/druid!tav x astarion sort of mildly being a thing?
I generally think it would be mostly positive!
I already touched on Gale being thrilled to see his friends happy. This man is a hopeless romantic at heart, so seeing Tav and Astarion happy only serves to cheer him up - it probably even gives him some hope he will be happy one day too, even if he has to admit to himself that that won't be with you.
Karlach loses her mind when she sees the two of you cuddled up together both in human form and especially as cats when Gale finally agrees to polymorph Astarion again. It is no secret that she adores Astarion as a friend (I think they relate so much to one another's trauma) and wants to see him happy, so the fact it is with another of her closest friends just makes her burst with excitement daily. She would defo third wheel a lot unintentionally.
Shadowheart, Lae'zel and Wyll would probably be a bit indifferent to it all, if not slightly confused at how their 'tree-hugging' leader decided to saddle up with the spawn of all people. Seeing him satiated and content assures them to some degree that he can be trusted, however, so it is generally a win-win for all. Shadowheart would be lying if she said she didn't sometimes smile to herself at the sight of you curled up in his lap while he sewed, though.
Halsin just wants in on it all and you know it ;')
