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I was inspired.
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@icybluepenguin
It makes me so happy that you love her. 🥰🥰🥰 Love you bestie.
A Little Visitor
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༺Summary༻
It started as a typical evening for Serafina and Astarion on their journey throughout Faerûn. Tonight, though, Serafina is surprised by a furry little visitor to their camp, who might be more than he seems.
༺Pairing༻ Astarion x Serafina (Female Tav/OC)
༺Warnings / Tags༻ No warnings, just fluffy fun!
༺Word Count༻ 1691
༺A/N༻
The is for the lovely @icybluepenguin, thank you for the gift my dear. I treasure him and you.
Edited by @grandmother-goblin, thanks again for the work on it.
Read on AO3
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A vampire spawn, when not half-starved, can have a number of incredible abilities. In their time traveling together, Astarion has grown stronger and discovered some of these abilities for himself. The problem, Serafina has observed, was that without another vampire to teach him about those abilities, they tended to be discovered by accident. 
Such as the spider-climb incident. A couple of thieves had tried to rob the inn that her and Astarion were staying in, cornering them across the room from the exit. Astarion had backed up to take a better shot at one of the bastards and had simply walked up a wall without thinking. When the fight was over, he had attempted to get back down and ended up falling in a very undignified heap on the floor. Sera’s attempt to coddle him and soothe his ego was undermined by giggles she kept choking back. The whole incident ended with him pouting until he received enough kisses and compliments to forgive her. 
There were other little surprises that came to them as well. Astarion healing faster than he could realize that he was hurt, or moving at speeds that she couldn’t track. Every new facet left him radiantly happy. Until now, his vampiric body had been nothing but a source of misery; years of torture, a whole life lost to the darkness, and not even a sense of what he looked like. But now, he was free. His body was his own, and he could take pride in the things it was capable of. 
The only downside Sera had found was the emergence of a fiercely protective streak. One that occasionally caused him to treat her like she was made of glass — including jumping in front of her when he perceived danger. Such instances usually ended with one of her eldritch blasts in his back and a discussion about her being a very capable warlock who saved the world, in case he had forgotten. 
She wouldn’t change a thing about him. Impulsive, sharp-tongued, and macabre as he could be, he was also loving, brave, and so much fun. Even if he was not particularly good at more domestic tasks, as the laundry she was hauling up from the river could attest. If it was up to him, laundry day was always tomorrow. So, she’d taken the last of the daylight while he tranced to catch up a bit. Unfortunately, it was going to have to dry by firelight, one of many small adjustments she'd made for a more nocturnal life. 
Astarion was worth all of them, though. 
Plopping the basket near the fire, she began to hang the wet items on the laundry line that was set earlier. The sky had gone full dark and it seemed a little strange that Astarion hadn’t wandered out of the tent yet. Hanging the last of the clothes, she poked her head into the tent with a little apprehension. Astarion still had the occasional nightmare or moment of panic, the horrors he had endured crawling out from the crevices of his mind to torment him and he would sometimes try to endure those alone. It wouldn’t surprise her to find him curled up in bed working through one. 
Instead, emptiness greeted her. 
“Astarion,” she called, perplexed, stepping inside the tent. 
It wasn’t like him to just wander off without telling her; even his nightly hunts were announced. Sera felt her pulse rise but told herself he’d seen her note and just went in search of a quick bite. She’d head back to the fire and give it a few minutes before worrying. As she turned to go, something caught her eye. Eldritch power crackled in her fingertips as a shape hurtled toward her from the depths of the tent. 
Just before she released a blast of magical energy, the shape became clear: a small white bat. Dismissing the spell, she stood still, flustered as the creature didn't slow. Finally, the little bat smacked into her chest, chittering loudly. 
Cautiously, her hands cupped him, wary of the small teeth in his mouth. His wild noises stopped, and he seemed to sulk in her hands. She had to be reading too much into what looked like a pout on his face. “Are you hurt, little guy? What are you doing in my tent?” 
The bat in her hands flapped his wings and squeaked before deflating again. 
“You must be hurt. Let’s see what we can do for you.” Gently, still wary he could bite down at any moment, Sera looked around for some place comfortable to place him before giving in and just lowering him onto her pillow. “I don’t suppose you’d let me look you over?” 
Settling onto the bed next to the little creature, she gently picked up a wing, which he snatched back. “Oh come on, I need to see what’s wrong with you. Too bad Halsin isn’t here.” The bat suddenly hissed, and she glanced down at him with worry. “Maybe Astarion can help me when he gets back.” A flurry of noises followed her words, and she laughed. “Oh, you like the sound of his name. It is a lovely name, isn’t it? Well, he’s lovely overall.” 
The bat wiggled excitedly, like he was trying to fly but couldn’t quite do it. 
“Poor thing. Promise not to bite me?” That time he definitely chittered in response, and Sera stared at it curiously. Could there be more to this small bat than she’d thought? Picking up the pillow, she placed him in her lap and cautiously stroked his soft fur. 
She hadn’t ever touched a bat before, but its fur was silkier than she would have thought, and it seemed to relax beneath her fingertips. “You’ll like Astarion,” she started, talking idly while she continued to pet him. “He’s a creature of the night like you.” 
He made another little noise. 
“You seem very interested in my… partner. I suppose that’s the best word for him. It doesn’t really quite do it justice, though. Hmm. Beloved. That’s a weird way to introduce someone, though.” 
Her new friend had relaxed under the motion of her fingers. 
“Can I look you over now?” she asked, lifting a wing to no resistance. Gently, she inspected both wings and his back. “I have to pick you up now, to see the rest of you.” 
With a soft squeak, he gave in. Sera carefully looked over his ears, and flipped him upside down to inspect his stomach before setting him back down. 
“I’m sorry, little guy, I can’t seem to see what’s wrong with you.” She went back to petting him. “Maybe once Astarion is back we can look for some local druids. I hope he’s alright, he doesn’t usually disappear on me. Maybe I should go look for him, in case something is wrong. I don’t know what I’d ever do without him.”
“I’ve never loved anyone like I love him. Even if he was a pain when we first met.” There was an almost indignant sounding squeak from the bat and Sera froze. “And he can be so very vain sometimes.” 
The bat exploded into noises, flapping its wings.
“Gods above, it can’t be.” She looked down and found red eyes looking back at her with a definite bit of embarrassment. “Astarion?” 
“SQUEAK.” Came the answer. 
Picking him up, she held him in front of her face staring at him. The little rascal’s tongue lapped out and licked her nose. “How did you even manage this? And how do I get you back.” 
The bat, Astarion, answered with a sad chirp and tried again to fly, this time managing to get himself airborne before crashing back down to the pillow waiting in her lap. “Love, what am I going to do with you?” 
Astarion hissed and let his little head fall onto the pillow. 
“I suppose this isn’t fun for you either at this point. What if you concentrated on it? Or didn’t concentrate? Or maybe sleep?” Each question was followed by noises that would have assuredly been not very nice words. 
“Well if you’re going to be rude — ” she set the pillow down on the bed “ — figure it out yourself. I need to make sure the laundry hasn’t been stolen by wildlife.” 
She'd barely stood when he began wildly flapping, attempting to get to her. Sighing, sure turned back, only to catch him for the second time that night, and have him excitedly lap at her hands. “Fine, I know you're sorry.” 
“We'll get this fixed, but you had better stay in here. I don't think you can get away from a predator right now.” 
Astarion hissed as she carried him back to the pillow, wings fluttering still.
“I'm sure you'll figure out the flying bit.” 
He had stilled in her hands and looked defeated. 
Sera’s heart ached for her love, trapped in a form he couldn't control. “It will be alright, I promise.” 
 Bringing him close, she gently kissed his little bat snout. 
Something in the air shifted and Sera sensed a change causing her to let go of Astarion. The small form was engulfed in shadow and a weight hit the mattress. “Hells!”
“Astarion,” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him and feeling his arms around waist. “Gods, you had me worried.” 
Pulling her close, he nuzzled into her stomach, chuckling softly. “So little confidence in me darling?”
“Forgive me for being scared my partner would be a bat forever, even if it would give me a lot more peace and quiet.” 
“Is that how you feel?” The only warning she had was the tightening of his arms around her waist. “You’re so cruel to me.” She yelped as Astarion pulled her down to the mattress, and snuggled against her. “Though I suppose this wasn't my finest display of power.”
Her fingers pulled through his silver curls and she kissed the top of his head. “You'll be perfect at it in no time, my love.” 
Astarion hummed happily and kissed the hollow of her throat. “At least I'll have you to pet and pamper me if I get stuck again.” 
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tragedybunny · 2 hours
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I love Gale “of Waterdeep” Dekarios and I’m very proud of him for learning to temper his ambitions, but also, even in his best possible, professorial ending, the true Gale epilogue IS that Tav walks into his study 5 years post-game like, “Surprise! I was in the area for a [Tav class] conference so I thought I’d drop b— What are you doing?”
Gale, desk and chairs pushed back so he can kneel in the center of a massive and elaborate ritual circle, surrounded by shadow-burning candles and stranger arcane lights, a magically bound goat in one hand and a rune-carved knife in the other, freezes like a tressym caught with its paw in the fishbow.
“Nnnnnot taking the first steps toward lichdom just because Theresa in the Conjuration department said I wasn’t ‘wizard enough’ to pull it off?”
Tav: “For fuck’s sake, man.”
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tragedybunny · 4 hours
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Don't hit me with Batman feels like this.
He was my first superhero. There will always be a bat-shaped place in my heart for him.
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82 YEARS AGO - BATMAN DEBUTED FOR THE FIRST TIME Eighty-two years ago on March 30, 1939, Detective Comics #27 hit newsstands, introducing the Caped Crusader for the very first time in a featured story called “The Case of the Chemical Syndicate.”
“And for all that fierce exterior, I’ve never met anyone who cared as deeply about his fellow man as Bruce Wayne.”  - Amanda Waller, Justice League Unlimited, Season 2 Episode 13 (2005)
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tragedybunny · 6 hours
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she'll do anything for him
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tragedybunny · 8 hours
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saw a little bat, made little batstarion
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tragedybunny · 10 hours
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Sometimes I think people need a few more lessons in media literacy before they engage with something that deals with sexual trauma/abuse. I see takes like "wait, did Cazador actually sexually abuse Astarion and the other spawn? Omg it's just so ambiguous idk!"
My guy. My dude. My brother in Lathander. What the fuck do you think the line "he said my screams sounded sweetest" meant?
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tragedybunny · 13 hours
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me: I'm going to write a fic to my own entertainment
also me, writing said fic:
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tragedybunny · 14 hours
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I keep seeing great additions to this
I should be getting sexed up by Astarion, not living in a society.
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tragedybunny · 15 hours
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I hate to be the one to tell you this but give up on not annoying people. Bother them. Text your friends first. Sing out loud to that song you like. Say hi to strangers. Take up space and prove you exist because no one is waiting around to ask you to.
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tragedybunny · 17 hours
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When you come back home and find out your ghouls party rock all night. (good for them though.)
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tragedybunny · 18 hours
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We own a bookstore.
Whenever Gale comes to visit Astarion reminds him it's not a library.
We're raising two kids who look just like him.
All of the companions are like their aunts and uncles.
I should be getting sexed up by Astarion, not living in a society.
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tragedybunny · 18 hours
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We own a bookstore.
Whenever Gale comes to visit Astarion reminds him it's not a library.
We're raising two kids who look just like him.
All of the companions are like their aunts and uncles.
I should be getting sexed up by Astarion, not living in a society.
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tragedybunny · 19 hours
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jail time
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tragedybunny · 19 hours
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I should be getting sexed up by Astarion, not living in a society.
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tragedybunny · 21 hours
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i remember adults telling me, as a kid, to listen to doctors and get my flu vaccine and any shots i could because they remembered Before.
then they started fighting Covid precautions.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that the ozone was disappearing and the earth was dying and we needed to recycle and save the planet.
now my parents think climate change is a myth.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that racism was a plague, that we had to love and accept everyone, that we should never judge before walking a mile in their shoes.
then they told me that protesting for my Black siblings was wrong.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that we needed to give to the poor. working at soup kitchens. making quilts. collecting food and money and supplies. building houses. because it was the christian and just plain right thing to do.
now they look at me, on food stamps with their grandchildren, and lament the "welfare state".
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that it was easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and that any rich man, especially an immoral one, should never run our country.
you can guess who they voted for.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, so very much.
when did they forget?
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