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
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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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