#halsin astarion thruple

[flamboyantly-incompetent]

Wish

Spawn!Astarion X ResistedTheDarkUrge!Sorcerer!Drow!Reader (XHalsin)

Summary: after defeating the elder brain, Astarion and Y/N retreat into the underdark to care for the vampire spawn and fix up the arcane tower, still seeking a way for Astarion to walk in the sun

Author's Note: I finally finished my durge x astarion run and then wrote this in a fever afterwards. it's unedited and very self indulgent but I had to. enjoy?

The restoration of the Arcane Tower deep in the Underdark had been finished for a tenday. You’d left the top floors as they were, a watchtower for Bernard and his fellow automaton and a home to share with your lover. The bottom you’d converted to an outpost for the Gur, to keep watch over the thousands of spawn that had been unleashed when Astarion ended Cazador’s reign.

Astarion sat at the head of a long table, swirling a chalice of fresh-spilled blood. Yours, of course. His favorite vintage.

You sat across from him, basking in the bio-luminescence of the mycelium just outside the grand windows, pushing a deep rothe steak around your plate and thinking very hard about what to say.

“Star,” you started.

“Hmm?” he put down the ornate cup and gazed at you, sated. “What is it, darling?”

You fiddled idly with the purple fluorite rings adorning your fingers. “I’ve come across a bit of interesting magic, as it happens.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.” You shifted forward, nervous. “I haven’t tried it yet, haven’t even worked out the kinks, but I think, well, I hope-“

“I haven’t seen you this nervous since facing Orin,” he teased, eyes alight with amusement. “Come on, spit it out.”

“I might, might, have found a solution to your dietary restriction.”

The humor vanished from his face, leaving only hunger, and years of dashed hope. “Really?”

You nodded.

“How?”

“I think I’ll have to wish for it.” He laughed harshly, then waited for you to continue. “I’ve read tales of the weave bending to the will of Sorcerers in times of great peril.”

Skeptical, Astarion countered, “No greater peril than a Netherbrain, my dear.”

“I wasn’t as powerful then. My grip on myself was… thin. Likely because of Orin,” you rolled your eyes. “But now? I feel the Weave more acutely every day. I’m hopeful. We should try, at least. If that’s still something that you want?”

He licked his red tongue over his lips. “I’d be able to walk in the sun?”

You nodded. “And wade through rivers, and break into houses, and maybe even eat real food again. If this works, you won’t be a vampire anymore, spawn or no.”

He thought for a moment, frowning. “I’d be mortal. We’d grow old together, and die someday. Not to mention the other benefits to being a spawn.” You let him puzzle it out and waited patiently. “We’ll have to get more mirrors. I want to know what color my eyes are.”

Astarion stretched his arms out in front of him, sitting nude on your bed, practically purring, with a silken sheet draped over his groin. “I do like when you visit, Halsin. It’s been too long.”

“I agree,” the druid replied, refastening the clasps of his breeches. “This reunion was long overdue. Life has kept me busy.”

You slipped into a dressing gown and pecked him on the cheek. “And how are the children of New Reithwin?”

He grinned. “They’ve been driving Burr-Burr - the owlbear cub you sent to live with us? Absolutely mad. He loves it. I need to find a mate for him, though.”

“Why?” Astarion asked.

“My understanding of owlbears is limited, but he should be sexually mature any day now. He should have the chance to be with his own kind, if he wants it.”

“Ah,” Astarion sighed, “seems like only yesterday we were accidentally murdering his mother with those idiot Absolutists.” You rolled your eyes and thwacked him with a tasseled pillow.

“Anyway,” Halsin continued, chuckling, “the children are hopeful for more baby owlbears to keep as pets. I’ve not yet explained just how much they eat, or how much waste they produce, but why ruin their fun?”

“Well when there are babies we’ll have to come visit,” you said.

“They would love that, as would I.”

“In the meantime, I am starving. Stay for some dinner, won’t you?”

After dinner, Halsin and Astarion gathered around your favorite armchair in the study as you gathered the Weave around yourself. Threads of it felt like golden silk through your fingers as you pulled it from your blood. You looked up at your lovers, hope pooling in their eyes. Your gut twisted with nerves.

“It’ll be alright, darling,” Astarion said.

Halsin placed a large, comforting hand on your shoulder and you steadied yourself.

“I wish,” you started, and the rush of Weave in your hands started to solidify into a spell. It was working. You continued, “for a cure for vampirism.”

The three of you watched with baited breath as the spell’s power was released. Then, Astarion let out a harsh, mirthless laugh.

A wooden stake had materialized in your hands. You gasped and recoiled; the stake clattered to the ground.

Halsin let out a breath. “I take it that was not supposed to happen.”

“No,” you said. “Definitely not. Oh, Star. I’m sorry.”

He pulled you from your chair and folded you into his arms. “I’m alright. Just disappointed, nothing new. Will you be okay?”

You sniffled. “Yes, of course. But I’m not giving up. I still think this could work, I just need to do more research. Maybe,” you paused biting your lip.

Astarion gave you a searching glance. “Why do I get the feeling I won’t like the next thing out of your mouth?”

“Maybe we should ask Gale?”

“Aha.”

“You know he’d come.”

Halsin added, “He is very learned, I’m sure he would be of great help in this matter.”

“Well if Halsin thinks it’s a good idea,” Astarion drawled.

You gave him a look. “Oh don’t give me that. Halsin is right.

“Yes, fine. Invite the wizard.”

Halsin kissed your forehead. “I should get back to New Reithwin.” He kissed Astarion’s brow next. “Give Gale my best. And send for me at once if, well, you know. I’d like to be here.”

Astarion’s frown softened and he shook out the tension in his shoulders. “Thank you, Halsin. Don’t be a stranger.”

Prof. Gale Dekarios, I have a question pertaining to your area of expertise that is of a sensitive nature. If you have a few days to spare at any point in the next few months, we’ll be happy to put you up in the spare room (Tara is, of course, welcome as well). Come whenever you can, just send word of when you expect to arrive so that we may hide the good wine. I kid, I kid. Fondly, Y/N P.S. Astarion says hello. No I don’t. Alright, he doesn’t, but he will be happy to see you, no matter how much he hems and haws.

Y/N! Astarion! I am always happy to be of help. Though your message was most cryptic, you are in luck! Normally I’d need to know which books to pack, but I’ve recently acquired a vintage bag of holding, so my whole library will be at your disposal. I hope it isn’t an intrusion, but my next break of any length is over Candle Nights - is your teleportation circle yet in working order? Never mind, I’ll handle it. Until then, I will be counting the days! Sincerely, Gale Dekarios P.S. I have recently come across an excellent Thayan vintage - very dry, very red. I believe Astarion may like it, being so close to the viscosity of blood and all, so I will bring a bottle or two.

Candle Nights in the Underdark was just as magical as anywhere else. Certain strains of fungi released their golden spores on this night, and as they drifted through the still air, waiting for a rogue wind, they gave the impression of millions of warm, floating candles.

You watched from the top level of the Arcane Tower, arm looped through Astarion’s, as Bernard patrolled. The teleportation circle you’d spent a year preparing was in fact in working order, and you waited for the tell-tale glow that heralded the arrival of your favorite wizard.

Astarion sighed.

“What is it, dearest?”

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking of the city, all a-glow.” There was a touch of despair in his voice.

“Astarion,” you pressed.

“I don’t want to disappoint you, Y/N.”

“What do you mean?”

“If this doesn’t work, I think it may be time to accept nothing will. I don’t think I can keep on hoping for the impossible.”

You squeezed his hand. “Alright.”

“You’re okay with that, then?”

“Of course. We’ve tried so many things. I’d rather the search for a solution not bring you misery.”

The circle began to thrum. Astarion kissed your temple.

Gale appeared a moment later, dressed in traveling clothes with a threadbare bag slung across his back. He grinned at you both. “Hello. Excellent to see you both.” He pulled you into a tight hug, and let Astarion get off with only a friendly handshake. “Oh! As promised,” he pulled two dusty wine bottles out of his bag. “We should crack one of these open, then get down to what’s got you asking for help.”

Astarion made a show of inspecting the label, nodding appreciatively.

You ushered Gale off the roof to show him to the guest room. “I was joking about hiding our good wine, you know.”

“Yes, but it’s Candle Nights! The more wine, the better, I say.”

“You know, Gale,” Astarion said, “I think I actually did miss you.”

“I’ll take the compliment, thank you. Tara thanks you for the invitation, but she hasn’t been shy about looking forward to having some peace for the holiday.” He pulled a chip of wood and a short piece of string from a pouch at his waist and conjured an Unseen Servant that shimmered faintly when it passed in front of a torch just right. He commanded it, “Unpack everything but the books.” Then turned to you, “Let’s get into that wine, shall we?”

Later, Gale sat at the dining table, wineglass in hand, frowning. He plucked the stake off the table with his free hand.

“You were truly able to use the Wish spell?”

“Yes.”

“And this was the result?”

“Yes.”

Astarion added, “Out of thin air.”

“Hmm.” Gale turned the stake over in his hands a few times, then leaned back in the red velvet chair. “I wish you’d sent for me sooner, pun intended. This kind of magic is… complex. But, have no fear! I believe I can assist with this, presuming you’re still able to access the Weave necessary for a second cast?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well,” Gale pressed his fingertips together under his chin, “like I said. This level of complexity… Few arcanists have succeeded in casting, let alone casting twice. We’ll need a few days to prepare.”

Gale had made himself at home in your tower, and your dining table had become a desk fit for a wizard - with room for no less than twelve piles of books. Some histories of Faerûn offered glimpses into the powerful magic’s particulars, Gale asserted, and certain children’s fables touched on wishes gone wrong.

You’d been pouring over them for days. Astarion had found loopholes in all of your suggestions thus far.

“Alright. What about this: a nonlethal, permanent, repeatable, cure for vampirism?” Gale asked, head buried in an open tome.

Astarion sighed. “Sovereign Glue applied to my mouth? I wouldn’t be able to drink blood anymore.”

“But that’s not really a cure, is it? That would just keep you from acting on your existing condition of vampirism.” you countered, forehead resting on the table, arms limp at your sides.

“Huh,” he said.

Another moment passed.

You lifted your head from the table, hopeful. “Have we stumped you?”

“Maybe. I’m thinking.”

Gale put his book down. “Perhaps we should look into what the Weave regularly considers to be a cure. Keep thinking, Astarion. Y/N would you hand me that stack? No, the one - yes. Thank you.” He began sorting through the stack. “We may have to turn to divine magic for the answer, but I should have the account of the Paladin of Lathander… he… um…” You waited while he opened book after book, looking for a specific passage. “I’ve got it.”

“Well?” Astarion pressed. “What does it say? What do you think?”

“I think… I think we may have it.” Astarion let out a sigh and rolled the tension out of his shoulders. “I’d like us to keep thinking on it, and I have a few more sources to check, but,” he clapped his hands together, “tomorrow, I think we may be ready to give it a go.”

“Great!” you said.

Gale stood up. “Now, I need a nap. Or to go to bed? I’ve no idea what time it is, so please just wake me up for the next meal.”

You laughed. “Good night, Gale.”

Gale gave a half hearted wave and disappeared around the arcane elevator. You grinned, giddy, and relocated into Astarion’s lap. He smiled a you, and pulled you in closer.

You asked, “What are you thinking now?”

He groaned, still smiling. “I’m thinking, either way, we’ll have to send Gale a thank you basket of books or something.”

You gasped, hand to your heart. “Star! Are you grateful? Is Gale your friend?”

“Hush, you. You’ve turned me into this, you know. A softie.” He grew quiet, the smile fading from his face. “I’m still afraid, though. Of the disappointment.”

You cupped his face in your hands. “If this doesn’t work, we’ll take a vacation somewhere the city comes alive at night and sleep all day, and then,” you shrugged, “we’ll find something else to do. Maybe we’ll start an Underdark tour company.”

“That sounds nice, actually.”

“Good. Now, my brain feels like mush. Again. So, bed?”

“Mmm, bed.”

The next morning, the three of you sat down to breakfast in silence, until, finally, Gale broke it.

“So,” he began. “Any new thoughts?” Astarion shook his head, staring thoughtfully into his goblet of your blood.

“No,” you answered quietly.

“I haven’t found anything to suggest a double meaning for ‘cure,’ nor any examples in which the targeted disease, poison, or other such thing wasn’t counteracted by the appropriate spell.” Gale took a deep breath. “I think we should give it a go.”

You looked to Astarion. He took a sip, then dabbed daintily at the corner of his mouth.

“Alright,” he said. “I’m ready.”

Filled to the brim with nerves, you stood, hands clasped together to stop their shaking. “Let’s do it.”

You cleared the table of platters and bowls, cups and plates, and took a breath. Astarion took his place at your side while Gale stood across the table from you.

“Remember to speak the incantation exactly,” he said. “If you get a word wrong, let the spell fizzle out, and try again.” You nodded.

Astarion asked, “How will we know if she’s able to use the spell again?”

Gale grimaced. “I’m not sure.”

“I’ll feel it,” you said confidently, “or I won’t.” You closed your eyes, focusing on the feel of the Weave winding around your fingertips, and pulled. “I wish,” you started. Once again, the familiar solidifying of the Weave put weight on your hands, and the relief rushed through you in a wave. You continued, “for a nonlethal, permanent, repeatable, cure for vampirism.”

A cool, hard object with a rounded bottom replaced the weight of the Weave as the spell’s power released. You were too nervous to open your eyes.

Gale’s voice whispered, “It’s a potion?”

“Or poison,” Astarion said dryly.

You forced your eyes open. In your hands was indeed a potion bottle - a round, stoppered flask with a dark, reddish liquid inside. You set the bottle down on the table. Gale reached out tentatively, and pulled it towards him.

“One way to find out. Give me a moment.” He took a few minutes performing a ritual, then looked up, triumphant. “This is, in fact, a potion for curing vampirism.”

Astarion sat down, floored.

“I’ll send for Halsin,” you said, excited.

“Hang on,” Astarion said. “There’s thousands of other spawn down here. Shouldn’t we, oh I don’t know, see if we can save off the recipe or something?”

Gale nodded. “That was one of the thoughts behind adding the repeatable clause.” You sighed and slumped into a dining chair. Gale took a moment to study the potion, holding it up to the light and swirling it around the bottle. “Unfortunately, my alchemical skills are out of practice. You’re not by chance still in touch with the Ironhand gnomes? I’m willing to bet that one of their number may be able to help us.”

“Um, sure.” In truth, you hadn’t kept up with Barcus since Wither’s party. He was a busy gnome. “I believe they’re still in Baldur’s Gate. But, even if they have a gnome to spare, I doubt they’ll make it here before Candle Night’s leave is over for you.”

“Ah, ah,” he said, shaking his finger, “I’ve thought of every eventuality. Don’t move a muscle.” He disappeared into the guest room.

You took the opportunity to glance over at Astarion, sitting next to you. You placed your hand over his, resting on the table. “All right, dearest. What’re you thinking?”

“I’m,” he started, breathy, “excited. And I can’t believe I’m willing to wait another moment, but…” he paused. You smiled as he rolled his eyes. “If we cured even a fraction of the spawn we released, that would solve a number of our problems.”

“It being the right thing to do, unrelated, of course.”

“A coincidence. I can’t understand why you care about them at all, honestly.”

“I don’t,” you admitted, “At least, not in so many words. But, we had to make a choice, and when I looked at them, I saw you.”

Astarion scoffed. “I was, and remain to be, much better groomed than any of them.”

You scooted your chair over to put your head on his shoulder. “You know that isn’t what I mean. But I won’t make you say it.”

“Thank you.”

“But just think. However long it takes to reverse engineer this potion and a day later, we can surrender this tower fully to the Gur and move out of the Underdark. We can set up a permanent residence topside. We could go back to Baldur’s Gate! Or we could go back to Calimshan? Or move in with Halsin in New Reithwin!”

“Darling, I love Halsin as much as you do, but there are so many children there.”

Gale came back around the corner. “There, now, take this.” He handed you a smooth stone; it pulsed with magic when it met your skin. “I have it’s pair. So, if you have questions or need me to take leave again, I’m only a turn of the stone away.”

Gale proceeded to cast a variety of wards on the bottle, muttering contingency plans to himself the entire time, while you wrote a letter to Barcus. In it, you apologized for not reaching out sooner, imparted your well wishes for him and his clan, and gave a quick update on Bernard and the rest of the automaton before getting to the favor you had to ask of him.

Gale was only able to stay two more days, which he spent winning half your gold in Three-Dragon Ante. When he bid you farewell and disappeared in a shimmer via teleportation circle, you still hadn’t heard from Barcus.

The artificer came through, though, and knocked on the main door of the tower within a tenday.

“Barcus!” you said, shocked, when you answered the knocking to his bald head, grinning up at you. “Oh it’s so good of you to come! I was sure you’d be too busy. Let me take that.” He gave up his pack to you and followed you inside.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” he said cheerfully, eyes swiveling about to assess your repairs. “What is it you needed my help with?”

“Well. It’s easier if I just show you.” He followed you into the elevator, up to the residential floor of the tower, and into the dining room, where you carefully extracted the potion from its place without triggering any of Gale’s wards.

Barcus took the potion from your hands. “Hmm. Ah. Oh. Oh.” He handed it back to you quickly. “Is that what I think it is? But, this doesn’t exist. Does it?”

Astarion appeared in the doorway. “That’s what you’re here to find out.”

You gave Barcus the broad strokes of how you’d come to obtain a real, legitimate cure for vampirism. At the end of your speech Barcus nodded slowly.

“And you’d like me to find out what it’s made of?”

“And if you can replicate it.”

Barcus wiggled excitedly. “This is an unprecedented opportunity. I will need a place to work, and I’ll have to send for my centrifuge - unless you have one? No, why would you? Just, erm, one thing?”

“Yes?”

“When, and if, we come up with a working recipe… what do you plan to do with it? I mean. A potion such as this could be invaluable, and, not to overstep, but the Ironhand clan could use the coin to further some of our other experiments.”

You shared a look with Astarion.

He said, “That one there’s got my name on it. Then, there are the spawn down here to consider.”

“Which,” you added, “we’d need someone to make. Perhaps at a discounted bulk rate.”

Astarion continued, “After that, your clan should seek a patent. It could be dangerous, though. If there are any other True Vampires along the Sword Coast, they might want you dead when they hear of this.”

Barcus laughed. “After the horde of mindflayers, I think a vampire and a handful of their lackeys will be a breeze for my gnomes. Don’t you worry about me.”

You grinned and bid Barcus to follow you. “Great. We’ll get you all set up, and let you get comfortable. Dinner’s in about an hour, okay?”

Barcus spent the next few days hunched over a microscope and glued to a pipette while he waited for his centrifuge to be delivered. When three more Ironhand gnomes appeared at your door with the thing in tow, you showed them at once to the guest room Barcus had retrofitted into a laboratory. Then, when Barcus shared what he was working on, they opted to stay to collaborate on some tests. They tried to explain what they were doing to you several times, and you nodded politely as the words went over your head, but they were great company at mealtime. Astarion pretended to be less than pleased.

Finally, a full tenday after Barcus’s arrival, he marched into the dining room and declared, “We’ve done it!”

Later, Astarion stood in front of the ornate mirror in your shared bed chamber, staring into the empty space where his reflection should be. He held the potion bottle, unstoppered.

“Are you still sure? You don’t have to, you know.”

“I know,” he replied.

Halsin smiled. “Whatever you choose, Astarion, will be the right choice.”

Astarion’s mouth twitched up. “Bottoms up.” He tipped the potion into his mouth, ingesting the whole thing in one gulp. He waited, licking his lips. Then, he fell to the ground.

“Star!”

Halsin put an ear to his chest. “He’s breathing - the potion must be taking effect. Here,” he slipped a pillow under Astarion’s head. You knelt next to Halsin as he moved his hands over Astarion’s still body.

“I sense a change. We may just have to wait.”

Wait you did. You thought that maybe his cheeks had taken on a pinkness that hadn’t been there before, but it may have been your imagination.

Astarion coughed. “The hells,” he choked. “What happened?”

“You fainted. Here, slowly now,” you helped him sit up. “How do you feel?”

He paused. “I’m hungry. No - I’m horny. No - wait, no. Hungry again.”

“Hungry for…?”

“Something solid. Ha. Hahaha!” He shot up onto his feet. “It must’ve worked. Tell me it worked. Hang on.” He stopped in front of the mirror, looked at himself - his actual reflection! For a long moment, then began laughing manically.

You shared a concerned look with Halsin.

Astarion whirled around. “Look! My eyes. They’re, they’re blue.”

Everyone you knew and loved, except Lae’zel, who would have to send a projected image from the Astral Plane, was gathered in the square of New Reithwin. The Gur’s leader, Ulma, had received an invitation as well and loitered near the edge of the group.

Shadowheart had brought Scratch, who was chasing Burr-Burr the owlbear, excited to be reunited with friends.

The full force of the sun made you squint, but you powered through, clapping to get everyone’s attention. “It’s so good to see all of you! We have a bit of a surprise…”

“Hang on soldier,” Karlach interrupted. “We’ve got one too.”

Gale smirked and waved his hands, and before you Lae’zel in the flesh revealed herself.

You said nothing, instead you catapulted yourself into her frame and trapped her in a hug. She patted your back patiently. “I thought you couldn’t come,” you said, eyes misting over.

“I’ve needed a vacation. The war is finally turning in our favor, so there would be no better time.”

“Darling?” Astarion sang from inside The Waning Moon. “What’s happening out there?”

“Has Astarion come?” Wyll asked. “Should we move inside, then?”

“No, no,” you said, releasing Lae’zel from your grasp. “That’s the surprise. I present to you, the recently cured, fully elven, no longer vampire nor spawn - Astarion!”

With great relish, Astarion stepped out into the sun.

[iamanavenger]

Rating: Explicit Fandom: Baldur's Gate Pairing: TavXAstarionXHalsin Summary: After saving Baldur's Gate, Tav and Astarion travel, but they don't feel at home until they're back with a certain druid who's been patiently waiting for them.

Anyone else loving the poly thruple Tav/Astarion/Halsin. I have so many feelings about these three. Please, someone come talk to me about them!

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

Lmfaooooo I am dying at Halsin just starting act 3 horny on main and straight up asking to be in a thruple, like, bro lmao

Everything about this interaction and the one right after if you decide to ask Astarion about it is gold 💀💀💀 his fucking Halsin impression haha

I so wonder what the others have to say if you're romancing them and get propositioned by the bear hahaha I'll bet it's great

[cakenpiewhyohmy]

So I have a problem where I keep romancing Halsin in every play through. Even if I have romanced, Astarion, Shadowheart and Karlach, I still add Halsin to that thruple every single time.

I’m a simp what can I say…

But like. I MUST romance someone else this time. I’ve been thinking Gale but like…idk I’m still kinda on the fence about his boundary crossing. Plus that one scene with Lorkan.

Anyways, what are good reasons to romance him?

[eillistraeedevotee]

I adore seeing these three be a true thruple. Halsin comforting Astarion was everything to me!!

A New Surprise

This is a self-indulgent ficlet of Astarion and Halsin discussing something strange happening with their lover. This does use a personal headcanon that I posted previously for Halsin and Astarion. I may make a part 2 but we will see how that goes.

Summary: Astarion knows something weird is happening with their lover, but he can’t get them to take him seriously. He goes to Halsin to try and get reinforcements.

Pairing: Astarion x gn!Reader x Halsin / Astarion x gn!Tav x Halsin

Warnings: mentions periods but uses they/them pronouns, pregnancy symptoms, a moment of angst, tooth rotting sweetness, no use of y/n

Word count: 1,607 words

You and your lovers had managed to settle down into a nice little cabin after the tadpole removal and saving Baldur's Gate. It was outside of the city, at the edge of a large, forested area so that way Halsin can be near nature and that way Astarion doesn't need to worry about prying eyes watching you all.

Astarion was antsy, he just could not calm the racing thoughts that coursed through his head after hearing his lover become sick again as they had for the last several days. The first day he had wrote it off as possibly food sickness, Halsin agreeing that their lover just needed rest but now… now he could smell that something was changing with them and it made bile rise into his throat with worry.

He tried to bring it up with their lover, but they simply brushed it off and gave him a kiss on the cheek telling him not to worry so much. So, after they had left the cabin to go into the city for supplies, he waited for Halsin to return.

It didn't take long for him to hear the druid return from gathering firewood, opening one of the windows and looking outside for him.

"Halsin! I need to speak with you! Urgently please if you would come inside." Halsin looked up, laying the last of the firewood in a neat pile next to the cabin.

"I hope everything is alright, my Heart. I will be inside in a moment." Astarion let out a huff before closing the window and continued his pacing. It did not take long for Halsin to enter the cabin, observing Astarion's nervous pacing. "What is troubling you?" Astarion scoffed, running a hand through his silver hair as he continued to walk.

"Something is wrong with them. First, I thought it was just a food sickness, but it’s been happening for days and now I can smell something is wrong! Something has changed! They won't listen to me; they keep telling me everything is fine! You have to talk to them and get them to see a healer, hells teeth have them even see Shadowheart at the least!" Halsin listened to Astarion rave before walking over to him and grabbing him by the shoulders and forcing his vermillion eyes to look into his hazel ones.

"My heart, nothing is wrong. I smell it too, but it is not a sickness." A frown twisted itself to Astarion's face before he scoffed at Halsin.

"Oh, then pray tell what is wrong with them, Halsin?" Halsin stared at Astarion for a moment before giving him a small smile.

"If I am correct, our dearest is pregnant. I don't know if even they are aware of it yet, but I've been around enough people to know how pregnancy changes a person's scent." Astarion stared at the large elf for a moment, his mind trying to wrap itself around the outlandish thought of their lover carrying a child. Not just any child, possibly their child. No, it couldn't be possible to be Astarion's. All logic pointed towards Halsin being the sire and while he knew he should be happy; it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Oh… you must be so happy. You two getting to play happy family." Astarion sneered, taking a step back away from Halsin. Halsin frowned before he signed and shook his head before looking back at the pale elf.

"Astarion, no matter who the sire of the child is, it does not change anything. You know that I love both of you and you know that they love both of us as well. We can raise the child together, the three of us." Halsin gave Astarion a soft smile, opening his arms to him. Astarion stared at him for a moment, letting his words sink in before stepping forward and into Halsin's open arms, buring his face into Halsin's neck and inhaling his calming scent.

"I know, I know you won't abandon me but… I don't know where I would fit in this anymore once we add a child into it." Halsin hummed softly as he held Astarion to him, rubbing his back gently.

"You would still be their father; the child will want not for love. You, Me, and our lover. Though I would let them tell us in their own time, if they already know I don't think they realize we can smell it on them." Halsin chuckled softly, Astarion smiling before letting go of Halsin and taking a step back.

"You… You are right. I don't know how we would exactly bring it up to them. 'Hey darling, just so you know we can smell that we've knocked you up.' I doubt that it wouldn't startle them at the very least." Halsin laughed, laying his hand on Astarion's shoulder shaking his head.

"Agreed. I am sure our Heart will figure it out in their own time and will share the good news with us when they are ready. Until then, how about we start some lunch? They should be returning from the city in due time, and I am sure they would be very appreciative to have something for their belly." Astarion nodded and a comfortable silence filled the space between the two elves as they started preparing a simple lunch.

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It was within the hour that you returned to the cabin, excitement bubbling in your belly at the news you had learned from the healer you had told you. A gentle smile graced your face as you entered the cabin calling out for your lovers.

"Astarion, Halsin! I'm back!" You closed the door behind you, adjusting the basket you had in your arms. You could hear them in the kitchen area and soon Astarion entered the living room, smiling at you.

"Pet, I trust everything was alright? You didn't have to fight off any vagabonds?" You laughed and shook your head, walking to him and kissing his cheek.

"Nothing so exciting. Just got a few things we will be needing. I trust Halsin is in the kitchen?"

"I am, my Heart!" His voice carried as Astarion reached forward to take your basket only for you to move it out of his grasp, shaking your head.

"No, no. This is a surprise for you and Halsin. You can see what it is after we eat lunch." Astarion gave you a questioning look but relented, moving to the side and motioning for you to walk into the kitchen. You walked in and saw Halsin, finishing the meal's preparation. He looked over his shoulder at you and gave you one of his soft smiles.

"My Heart, how was your errand?" You returned his smile as you took a seat at the small table, putting the basket next to you.

"It was fine. Nothing too exciting." Astarion followed your lead, sitting next to you as Halsin set the light meal of meats, berries, and bread in front of you. "Actually I got something I wanted to show you and Astarion." He looked at you, puzzled before taking the last seat across from you.

"Oh? Any what is it?" His eyes darted from you to the basket, hiding his curiosity only a little bit better than Astarion who was trying to steal a glance into the basket. You reached into the basket, looking between the two of them.

"Close your eyes. And no peaking, Astarion." Astarion rolled his eyes but smiled as he closed his eyes as Halsin did the same. You reached into the basket, pulling out a soft baby blanket and a pair of tiny shoes. You set the blanket into Halsin's waiting hands and then the pair into Astarion's smiling. "Alright, go ahead and open your eyes.

They opened their eyes, looking down at their hands. Astarion's face went blank, gently touching the tiny shoes as if they would turn to dust. Halsin ran his large hands over the soft material, a smile gracing his face before he looked up to you.

"Was this your errand today, my Heart?" You nodded your head, placing your hand over your stomach.

"Yes, I missed my monthly bleeding and as Astarion has noticed I've been getting sick, so I went to see a healer today and confirm." Halsin stood up, walking to your side and kissing you gently and placing his hand over your own. You glanced over at Astarion as he sat there like a statue, staring at the tiny shoes.

"Astarion?" You tried to keep your voice calm, but it wavered slightly causing him to glance up at you. He did not say a word as he put the shoes down on the table, leaning over to you and placing his hand on top of yours and Halsin's.

"We're going to have a baby." You smiled and nodded your head, trying to blink back the tears that you could feel pricking up.

"Yes, we’re going to have a baby." Astarion gave you both a smile before kissing you gently as Halsin nuzzled your neck.

"I guess this means no more midnight snacks for me, from you at least." You laughed at Astarion, feeling Halsin chuckle.

"Not until we meet our newest arrival." Astarion's eyes drifted down to your hands, smiling softly.

"It will be worth it. Should we start a betting pool on if they are a boy or a girl?" Halsin laughed, throwing his head back and looked at Astarion.

"No matter what the cub is, they will be loved."

"Agreed." You smiled at the two of them, feeling overwhelmed with excitement and love with thoughts of the future.

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