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bearhugsandshrugs · 6 months

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For your writing request prompt thing - ways in which the companions are friends with each other! I just was thinking about fics where there’s those small, precious moments of true friendship and support. Gale and Laezel discussing each others homes with genuine interest, Karlach coaxing a laugh out of Shadowheart, Astarion and Wyll dueling in a sparring session with rapiers, Karlach and Wyll discussing horn maintenance, Gale and Astarion sharing books they know the other will like, Laezel and Shadowheart helping each other with their crazy complicated braids (seriously Shadowheart’s hair has chains in it, how does she manage that alone???). Just, the companions being friends with each other, not just friends with Tav!

You already gave so many great examples!!! This is hard to follow up. Some post-game spoilers for Karlach/Wyll below.

1 The first time Karlach hears Gale break out into a lecture about fiends and devils, she pretends not to know anything about them, letting the wizard finish his long monologue about the different magical resistances, spell casting abilities, and weak points with a few "Uh-huh"'s strewn in between. When it hits him eventually that Karlach is from Avernus, and thus knows all of this much better than him, he pouts. "Just had to let me dig my own grave there, didn't you?" But the tiefling pats him on the shoulder: "Awww come on old man, I love hearing you teach!" "Old man?" The protest is almost serious. After some more friendly teases, Gale offers to teach Karlach something she actually doesn't know enough about: cooking. And so they spend their evenings around the camp fire. At times Wyll joins them, happy to banter with Karlach, who had quickly become his best friend. They would cling to those moments, long after everything was said and done in Baldur's Gate, just the two of them, Wyll and Karlach, sitting around the campfire, cooking, missing Gale's gentle nagging. Both the memories, and Karlach's newfound joy in cooking, would nurture them while they hunted through Avernus.

2 Lae'zel bonds with Minsc by sparring with him. "Boo says a true warrior shouldn't fight a dummy", the ranger comes up to her one day, and the githyanki wrinkles her small nose. "Fight me, then, and meet my blade", she demands, and what starts out as a practice fight quickly becomes a regular ritual in which Lae'zel tries to disarm her bulky companion. One night he tries to fend her off by stretching out his arm and holding her head in his palm, away from him, but the warrior pulls herself up on his forearm and kicks him in the chest. Jaheira scolds them, telling them to be careful – but the joyful laugh from Minsc lets her reconsider. When Boo climbs onto Lae'zel one day, tenderly nuzzling its tiny paws against her palm, the gith feels herself smiling against her better judgment, and Minsc nearly forgets himself in awe. Lae'zel would never admit it. But she would die for them.

3 Astarion and Jaheira bond over their knowledge of Baldur's Gate and exchanging gossip, down to where one could get the best entertainment for the night. One evening Astarion tries to push her buttons by recounting the spiciest scenes he's witnessed over the years in taverns and brothels, but she can only yawn. "You haven't lived in Baldur's Gate until you've participated in an orgy in the Flaming Fist headquarter" she quips back, and he still isn't sure if the druid was serious about it, or if she made it up on the spot. Anyway. In that moment, she got him. Don't tell her though. It would spoil the fun.

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tadpoleatemybrain · 2 months

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Peer Review

Modern Professor Ancunin au Post canon unromanced spawnstarion au

Summary: If you don't want to get called out in front of your class you probably shouldn't lie through your fangs

Words: <1k

Genre: Humor

TW: Character death mention

Thanks to @mutxnts for the idea!

The moment Astarion entered the building he caught the glances in his direction and conversations that seemed to quiet as he walked past. What a wonderful way to begin his day, with rumors circulating about him. Not that it was terribly uncommon for that to occur. Given that he was an almost eight-hundred-year-old vampire and taught an entire class that mostly consisted of reading his old journal entries, there was plenty to gossip about.

Well, that and Astarion not exactly being the most "stereotypical" of professors. Not that he saw anything negative about any of it. Spiced things up at least, hells, academia could be so boring without gossip. It was also completely unavoidable.

Unlike a lot of the rumors, this one was quite a bit more substantial, and recent. It was the sort of rumor that didn't win him any points with administration or management. So it had to be addressed. The sooner, the better. No better time than his next history class.

"As I'm sure you're all aware, there's a rumor about me getting caught picking a lock. I want to cle-" Astarion began.

"Is it true?" One of his students piped up, cutting him off. Far too excited.

"I was getting to that!" He shot back, never a fan of being interrupted.

"Yes, it's true." The vampire confirmed. Intrigued chattering among the students.

"However, I need to clarify. It was my office. I forgot my keys and I didn't have time to track down maintenance. And I suppose I was curious if I still had the touch. Don't want to get rusty." The professor stated.

"Can you teach us?!" Another student asked.

"As fun as it would be to unleash thirty students with sticky fingers onto campus, no. I asked for that when I started and they almost reconsidered hiring me." That had been a fun conversation. The joke was on them because he has tenure now.

A wonderful little idea crossed his mind. None of his students really knew much about his skills. Anyone who could argue against anything he said had either passed on or didn't care enough to counter him. His writings had bias too, so even that would legitimize his claims.

So why not have some fun with it?

"You know back in my rogue days, there was hardly a thing in Faerún I couldn't open. Doors, chests, shackles, mouths…and other things." The word he wanted to say was 'legs', but that would get him into even more trouble. Astarion just couldn't be fucked to sit through another meeting regarding 'professionalism'.

"So honestly, I'm only embarrassed that I took long enough to get caught. I must be slipping." He sighed. They seemed to believe him hook, line, and sinker.

What no one could have anticipated, even Astarion, was what happened next. A noise akin to static filled the room. The vampire was on guard, believing something was intending to harm either him or his students. This would be a challenge, he wasn't armed.

"Hello, class. Pardon my interupption." That voice was familiar. At first, Astarion thought this might be some sort of prank, but someone would have to be one hell of an impressionist to mimic this voice so accurately.

"This is his former party member The Wizard of Waterdeep, Professor Gale Dekarios of Blackstaff Academy. I'm reaching out to you via the weave to inform you this man is a liar. A massive liar, in fact. You shouldn't believe a word out of his mouth. I can hardly count the number of chests he failed to open and traps he failed to disarm." It had to be Gale. No one could nail that speech pattern. Immediately offended noises spewed out of the vampire. His ears went back like a cat's.

"…500 years I don't hear a word from you, and now you want to pop in for a guest lecture?!" And now of all times too. No other lecture had been grounds for an interruption before. Clearly, Gale must have taken it as quite an egregious lie to correct. How he had even found out was a good question, one the vampire likely wouldn't get an answer to.

"More like peer review really." Gale replied. The students couldn't contain their laughter. It wasn't every day that they got to see their professor get fact-checked from beyond the grave.

"What kind of an instructor lies so boldly to their own students? For shame Dr. Ancunin." Gale made a tsking noise. Astarion could imagine the head shaking.

"Everyone, ignore the disembodied voice of an annoying wizard. Who are you going to believe? Me, your professor or-" He gestured around them.

"A voice in the air?"

"Would a projection help?" Gale asked. It did feel a bit strange to be arguing with a voice. A projection might actually be nice.

"You know what, I'm not cleaning your gravestone anymore. Best of luck to Tara." Astarion shot back.

"I told you, he lies." It was a lie. A hollow threat, and they both knew it.

"Now get out, I have a class to teach!" Astarion huffed and gestured dismissively. Already knowing there was absolutely no way this class was getting back on track.

"Damn wizard." He muttered. Yet, there was a smile on his face. How nice it was to hear from an old friend again. Though Astarion would have preferred different circumstances, it did suit them. Perhaps it might not be the last time either.

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