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With a Sharran!Reader

Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin

Genre: Slice of life?? Fluffy?? I’m not sure…..

~2.1k words

a/n: i wrote the reader as a caring n comforting person, half of these characters would not fuck with an actual evil sharran i fear……

Astarion

Astarion wasn’t one to tangle with the gods and goddesses himself— he’d prayed to them all atleast once. None ever answered. He viewed them as useless at best and entire liabilities at worst.

So that’s why everyone was surprised when he got with one of the Sharrans in camp. One who was devout, holy to their order. And it wasn’t Shadowheart… It was you.

You, your dark and purple clothing and the circlet with Shar’s symbol. You, with your prayers and quick phrases in battle of: “Shar save us,” “Praise Shar!” “Shar will not let me fall…”

He thought you’d be easy to manipulate, after all, a goddess had already manipulated you into following their every whim. Why not manipulate you too? Until he realized, each night he spent with you, how you recounted your tales of worship and battling against petty Selunites, he grew fond of you.

And by the gods, how he hated it.

Him! With a Sharran! With someone devoted to a deity! Atleast it was a deity of darkness and loss and all things sad, something he could atleast revel in the decor of… He did have to say, your clothes were rather elegant and beautiful with the dark coloration and sharp aesthetics.

Maybe he fell for you because you, too, had been through loss. You knew what pain felt like. And you knew how to cope, something he dreamt he could do. You showed him your personal altar in your tent, to which he applauded gently and said it looked wonderful— even if your incense burnt his nose hairs off.

He appreciated how you could always tell when he was feeling down, for you knew how it felt, and you always comforted him. He brushed off your coos of, “Shar will guide you to the warmth of her dark embrace…” But aside from that, you were good at comforting. Loss was shared between you.

He had lost everytbing, his life, his dignity, any resemblance of who he was before. But he didn’t feel as alone with you in the picture.

“My love, must you burn that incense in the tent? It’s smoking up like a dragons cave in here!” His voice complained, brushing smoke from his face. You sighed, “You’re in my tent, this is where I give my offerings to her daily. You chose to be here.” You smirked gently, then went back to your prayers. And yet, he didn’t leave.

He almost… liked how devoted you were. It showed you were loyal, you wouldn’t betray or hurt him as others had. You’d stick by his side through thick and thin. He loved that about you— he never had to worry if his back would be stabbed the next day. It was just him and his Sharran love.

Gale

Gale… Had more reservations than some. After all, his Mystra and your Shar didn’t often get along. With Shar trying to make shadow weave, and that mess… So it surprised him with how much he enjoyed your company.

Sure, you prayed and were devoted to Shar, but you never spoke badly about Mystra or his former devotion to her. It made him wonder if you were as bad as he originally thought— though he said he wasn’t one to judge a book by its cover. He let you speak to him, though he kept his distance at first.

Over time, as you went through more together, he offered to teach you magic. And when you imagined kissing him, he swore he never felt more embarrassed yet elated. You were pretty, and he’d be a liar if he said otherwise. He just never imagined he’d be falling for the one devoted to Shar, who his goddess swore against.

He let it happen. You weren’t as bad as he thought… You were actually very welcoming, almost warm, and you always indulged him on his questions about your religion and beliefs. He was, as always, a curious man. And that man found himself falling for your subtle charms.

Gale felt a little guilty about it at first, and would often look at conjurations of Mystra, seeing if he was perhaps losing himself. But he always stood firm in the end. You followed Shar, but that didn’t define your own personal goodness. You were comforting, offering a safe space, you knew how to have a good time, you always listened to his rambles, and you never once judged him for his own mistakes as a wizard and with the orb.

So he let himself fall for you.

He saw you for all you were, not just your devotion. You could be whoever you wanted. He’d support you, so long you were a good person beneath the surface. He was only judgmental if you ever tried to push it into his face, or said something distasteful about Mystra because of your devotion to Shar.

Other than that, he appreciated all you did for him and the others.

“Dear, are you finished with your prayers? I have a book I think you’ll really enj—“ “Shh!” You shushed him, then mumbled out some more prayers at your altar, before rising. “Sorry, yes.” You nodded, though he had a slight frown, “Was I interrupting, love?” He gently took your hands, apologetic. He knew he often didn’t like being interrupted during sacred moments.

“You’re alright.” You booped his nose, a habit you picked up from how many times he did it to you. “Now, the books?” You let him lead you out, a bright smile back on his lovely cheeks as he began to ramble about the literature.

He was your magical nerd, and you his devoted love. Devoted to him, devoted to Shar, but devoted nonetheless. He loved you for it, regardless of who he knew Shar to be. Because She wasn’t you.

Wyll

Wyll, like Gale, had reservations towards you. You worshipped an evil goddess, partook in spilling the blood of others for no good reason (in his mind). His first impression of you was sour, to say the least.

But he worked with you, hesitantly. You led well, and you didn’t let your devotion get in the way of what needed to be done to get those tadpoles out of your head— which he could respect.

You didn’t exactly fit the horror story of what everyone said Sharrans were. Selunite killers with a taste for blood. Sure— you killed in your lady’s name, but he killed in the name of the Sword Coast. Everyone had their reasons, so long you weren’t killing a random civilian who hadn’t done nothing to you.

He was one of the most shocked when he realized he was falling for you. He let you kiss him once and it was over for him. He began to see a new side of you that he wasn’t allowing himself to before. He saw your courage, your strength, your comfort, your love, your devotion, your mind… It was more than he thought you had. Shame on him for being so closed minded in that manner.

You comforted those who had lost much, you welcomed them into your own arms. Hells, when he felt ashamed of his horns and new form, you took him into yours and swayed to the music. You didn’t want him to feel alone in his suffering. That’s what he loved about you.

Shit. He loved you. Didn’t he?

He fell in love with you… He didn’t think he could fall in love with a Sharran. But he did. And he fell hard. He began lingering around you, speaking more softly, touching your shoulders and arms, brushing hands and knees by the fire. You made him feel warm inside.

Despite your beliefs, he knew you were good. He knew you cared for others, you just had a way of showing it he didn’t understand very well. But that was alright, he didn’t need to understand. He just needed to know you were good, and he needed to love you.

When it was all said and done, when the world was saved, he introduced you to his father. His father was less than pleased, but didn’t make too much of a fuss— you did just save the whole Baldurs Gate after all. You couldn’t be too bad, for a Sharran.

“My love, could you pass the bread?” “In a moment, my dear. Prayers first. It is a feast.” You spoke back to him, hands held in front of you in a prayer. His dad gave you a weary side eye, but moved on to eat.

“Sorry, here it is. It’s customary of me to pray before meals, to allow Shar to bless them as well as me.” You smiled, explaining as you passed the bread to your lover.

“Uh-huh… Alright.” He just nodded, taking the bread. “If it’s what you must do, then be my guest, my love.” He nodded his head. The three of you eating in peace, with a blessed meal that tasted delicious.

He knew you were good, he knew that Shar hadn’t manipulated you entirely badly. You still cared for others and you still had a sense of self. He couldn’t be too judgmental.

Halsin

Halsin was the most cautious by far. He fought against the Sharrans himself, the dark justiciars that ended up cursing the lands he grew up in. But he was never one to judge a person based off their religious beliefs. He also could understand your connection to loss and sorrow. For he felt much of it too in his time.

But he was weary at first, were you friend or foe? After you freed him, he assumed you as a friend, but Sharrans had always been his foes in the past. When you presented as a friend to him, he accepted. You didn’t seem that bad. Certainly not like the Dark Justiciars he had faced before.

When you reveled in the shadows and eternal night of his homelands, he was taken aback. He was conflicted once more. This wasn’t what nature intended— how could you enjoy it? There was no balance here! It was a cursed land!

But it was the land your lady’s power had gifted, so you reveled in the inky shadows of black and green. Shar had given this land Her darkness, her embrace. But you had to set it free— as this blessing had grown cold and was no longer what Shar had wished for.

When you chose to free the lands from the curse, Halsin began to trust you again. You were a good individual beneath your devotion, he believed. He began to feel a pang in his chest when he thought of you. You were comforting, a safe space for all, you welcomed everyone into your embrace of dark purples and black clothing. He loved that about you. A natural desire to care for those who had lost much, was something you shared.

He had fallen for you. Hopelessly and utterly. You were his heart. Who would’ve guessed— A Sharran and a druid.

“My heart, we have checked on the young one a hundred times. Yes, they have lost much, but they are doing better. We have more to check on, come. There is a balance to this, and many more to see.” He beckoned, as you kept doting on a small teenage boy who had lost his home after the fight against the Elder brain. You had much to do, and this boy was going to be okay— but you could feel the pain of his loss. Your Lady would hate for you to leave him feeling hopeless and empty without an embrace of warmth to cling to.

“Alright, alright! I can just— he seems… So sad. I wish I could do more for him, but Shar can only do so much as a deity. They choose to interfere where they can. I hope he can find comfort in her or another persons embrace…” You murmured, waving at the boy as you left to go help another batch of kids who had minor injuries. Halsin cooed at them, and you both helped heal them back to health with your own abilities. You gave warm hugs and comforting words to combat the feelings of their sorrow and loss, and he healed their wounds and skinned knees.

Together, you were a sharran and a druid— sworn enemies based on background, but lovers is what you truly were. You saw eachother for what you were worth, for what your actions were, and he loved you all the same.

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