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After defeating Cazador 3/?
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BEYOND excited about reqs being open!!!! i was wondering if you could do some halstarion x tav fluff/hurt comfort? i’m thinking of half elf tav in an established relationship with the two, but it’s still new so they’re keeping it lowkey in front of others, and someone in the group (like another companion) makes a lighthearted joke about them dating and being cute, and astarion gets a lil freaked out and makes a joke about how he would nEVeR cOmMiT tO sOmEonE like tAv (very over dramatic form of deflection bc you know how he is) and halsin is caught off guard so he doesn’t say anything but tav OVERHEARS!!!!! and notices halsin didn’t say anything so tav starts to distance themselves and then the other two notice and THEN fluff and comfort ensue… PLEASE AND THANK YOU love you bye
yesyesyesyesyes poly halstarion yes please
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Halstarion x reader
Halsin x reader x Astarion | Overheard
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It had been a long day of adventuring, and the group had finally settled down for the night, gathering around the campfire to share stories, food, and laughter. The warmth from the flames flickered against everyone’s faces, casting a golden glow that made the scene feel oddly peaceful, despite the chaos that often surrounded your lives. You, Astarion, and Halsin sat near each other, a little closer than the others but not in a way anyone would really notice. The relationship you shared with them was still new, delicate, and something you all had chosen to keep under wraps for now. There was a thrill in the secrecy, but also a sense of vulnerability.
You didn’t mind. In fact, you loved it—loved them, even if you hadn’t quite said those words yet. It felt like your heart was always full when you were with them, whether it was Astarion’s quick wit and sharp tongue or Halsin’s strength and steady presence. You found comfort in them both in different ways, a balance you never thought possible. But right now, sitting so close by their sides, the quiet touches you usually exchanged were missing, making the distance between you all feel just a little too noticeable.
It wasn’t long before the playful banter around the fire shifted. Karlach, ever the lighthearted one, was in the middle of a particularly animated story when she looked over at you, Astarion, and Halsin with a mischievous grin.
“You three are always together,” she teased, her tone good-natured but laden with implication. “You make a pretty cute trio, don’t you think?”
Gale chuckled, adding fuel to the fire. “Oh yes, the noble half-elf, the charming vampire, and the druid of the wilds. It’s like something out of a ballad.”
You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, your heart skipping a beat. It was a harmless joke, but you could sense the shift in Astarion almost immediately. His body tensed beside you, his usual casual demeanor hardening as he prepared to deflect. You braced yourself, knowing how he could be when it came to matters of vulnerability, especially in front of others.
“Oh, please!” Astarion exclaimed with an exaggerated wave of his hand, his voice dripping with mock horror. “Me? Commit to someone like Y/N?” He made an overdramatic face, eyes wide with faux disgust. “Perish the thought! I would never tie myself down like that with someone like that.”
The words stung, even though you knew they were a defense mechanism. Astarion often masked his insecurities with humor and sarcasm, but that didn’t stop the sinking feeling that lodged itself in your chest. What hurt more was that Halsin didn’t say anything. He didn’t laugh, didn’t argue, just sat there in silence, looking momentarily caught off guard.
The moment passed quickly, with the others laughing at Astarion’s exaggerated performance, but it felt like a dagger to your heart. You couldn’t help the way your thoughts spiraled. Was this what they really thought? That being with you wasn’t something they wanted to commit to? You knew Astarion’s past made intimacy and trust difficult for him, and Halsin had always been patient, but the silence? That hurt more than any joke ever could.
Feeling the weight of the moment settle over you, you quietly excused yourself from the group, offering a weak smile as you slipped away from the fire and toward your tent. The laughter continued without you, but now it felt hollow, echoing in your ears as you distanced yourself from them.
The days that followed were… strange. You couldn’t help but pull away, your usual intimacy with Astarion and Halsin dampened by the uncertainty now gnawing at you. You spoke less, kept your distance, and avoided any lingering touches or soft glances.
Astarion, of course, seemed to brush it off at first, likely assuming you were in one of your moods. Halsin, however, noticed right away. His watchful gaze followed you, full of concern, but still, he said nothing. You weren’t sure which was worse—the silence or the worry.
At night, when you would normally curl up beside them, you found reasons to sleep alone. You claimed exhaustion, a need for space, anything to avoid being near them. You didn’t want to bring it up, didn’t want to confront the hurt. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding, you told yourself, but even so, the wound lingered.
It wasn’t until the fourth night of this strange, tense distance that they both confronted you.
You were by the river, staring out at the water as the moonlight rippled across the surface. It was a peaceful spot, one where you often went to clear your mind. But tonight, the peace felt forced.
“My heart,” came Halsin’s deep, steady voice from behind you. You didn’t turn, already knowing both of them were there by the way the air shifted. “We need to talk.”
Astarion was beside him, his arms crossed, but the usual smugness in his expression was gone. He looked… vulnerable. Almost as much as you felt.
“What’s going on?” Astarion asked, though there was an edge of guilt in his tone. “You’ve been avoiding us for days.”
You exhaled, trying to steel yourself against the rush of emotions that threatened to spill over.
“I heard you, you know,” you said quietly, still not turning to face them. “That night by the fire. I heard what you said.”
There was a pause, and then Astarion groaned softly, running a hand through his hair.
“That?” he asked, a mix of exasperation and regret in his voice. “Darling, that was just a joke. You know I didn’t mean it.”
“Okay and yet you didn’t say anything, Halsin,” you murmured, finally turning to look at them. “You didn’t say anything at all.”
Halsin’s brow furrowed, a deep frown forming on his face.
“I didn’t know what to say,” he admitted, stepping closer. His eyes were full of concern, but also confusion. “It caught me off guard. I didn’t think it would hurt you.”
You swallowed hard, the knot in your chest tightening. “It did.”
Astarion sighed, moving closer as well, his usual swagger nowhere to be found. Instead, there was a softness in his eyes, one he rarely showed in front of anyone else.
“I was deflecting,” he confessed, voice quieter now. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, love. I just… panicked.”
“Panicked?” you asked, glancing between the two of them. “Why would you—”
“Because I’ve never had this before,” Astarion interrupted, his gaze locking with yours. “I’ve never had someone I cared about this much. And sometimes, when people bring it up, I… I don’t know how to handle it.”
Halsin nodded, his large hand resting gently on your arm, his touch warm and grounding.
“And I’ve never shared something like this with anyone,” he admitted. “I’m still learning how to balance it, how to be what you need.”
You felt the tightness in your chest begin to ease, their words softening the hurt that had built up inside you. It wasn’t perfect, but it was real—an honest confession of their own struggles, just as much as yours.
“I don’t need you to be perfect,” you whispered, looking between them both. “I just need to know I’m important to you.”
Astarion let out a soft chuckle, a sad, almost relieved smile on his lips. “Oh, darling, you’re more important to me than I could ever put into words.”
“And to me,” Halsin added, his voice warm and full of conviction. “You are everything, my heart. We should have told you that sooner.”
You took a deep breath, letting their words wash over you, feeling the tension melt away as Halsin pulled you into his arms, and Astarion soon followed, wrapping his arms around the both of you. The weight of their embrace felt like home, and for the first time in days, you let yourself relax into it.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered against Halsin’s chest, your fingers brushing against Astarion’s hand as he held you tight.
“We’re sorry,” Halsin corrected softly, his voice rumbling through you.
Astarion pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “We’ll do better, I promise.”
And as you stood there, tangled in their arms, you knew that they meant it. You’d figure it out together—one day at a time.
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full offense but why do people keep erasing the fact that astarion can be in a happy poly relationship too. it's so irritating to see people act like you're on some moral high ground if you refuse poly with halsin like astarion gives you the go ahead!! he'll tell you to fuck off if he doesn't agree with what you're doing at that point. he isn't helpless and at the mercy of the player.
it's just so annoying to me that people act like being monogamous is the moral high ground and you're a good person if you aren't poly like stop it. he can be in a happy and healthy poly relationship too. monogamy isn't "the answer".
#and of all the characters to be in a poly relationship too halsin would definitely be the healthiest like he'd respect astarion's boundaries#and needs so much#astarion#bg3#bg3 spoilers#??#astarion x tav#astarion x mc#poly#polyamory#halstarion#halstarion x tav#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate 3 spoilers#baldur's gate 3 astarion#bg3 astarion
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We all agree Halsin sleeps naked, right?
What if Tav also slept naked, or at least started to because of Halsin doing it
And eventually Astarion, too
Tav curled up around Halsin, Astarion curled up around Tav, just comfortable skin-on-skin
Tav sleeps the night away comfortable and safe between them. The elves have soft, low conversation when they’re done trancing but don’t dare leave Tav
And all those brain chemicals for love and trust made from sleeping like that?
Just soft, comfy partners, my dear
#astarion#halsin#halstarion#halstarion x tav#halsin x tav x astarion#having thoughts about naked cuddles okay?#and that kind of intimacy for Astarion just#so many feelings
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˗ˏˋ 𝔘𝔫𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 ˎˊ˗
I’m sad and want to cuddle with Halstarion and I want to soothe Astarion’s nightmares. Elves sleep in this one okay just leave me alone. Also this doesn’t have any smut but I am strictly an 18+ blog and also a DC writer so MDNI. ૮ ꒰ྀི . . ꒱ྀིა
Astarion x Tav/reader x Halsin poly dream, hurt-comfort, the love that he deserves, no smut but still MDNI.
𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭
Astarion wakes up from a nightmare that he doesn’t remember all that much of, other than the too familiar smell of iron and the burning of control wrapping around his neck from the years of leash training. His anxiety is cold and eager to welcome him in, but just as quickly as it comes the warm embrace of his lovers grounds him once again.
He isn’t under lock and key, he isn’t under Cazador’s thumb waiting to be squashed like a bug. He’s here, nestled in the middle of a lovers embrace that is so much more familiar than he ever thought he deserved.
“Are you okay, my heart?” He feels Halsin’s words as they rumble from the druids chest, the rasp in his tone from sleep settles against Astarion’s back.
Halsin presses his lips against the sweat-curled hair at Astarion’s temple, broad arms engulfing both bodies in front of him to tug ever-closer into the warmth he’s never short of.
“J-just a bad dream, sorry.”
You stir, fingers moving up Astarion’s chest to find purchase around his neck. Your hands are soft and gentle, soothing over his icy skin, unclasping the collar he swears is still there.
“You’re safe, my love. You’re here with us. No one is going to hurt you.”
Your words melt against Astarion where they are spoken into his sternum. You kiss those promises into him with a small peck to keep them in place.
Astarion relaxes the rigid muscles in his shoulders, breath calming from the rattling he woke himself up with. The two hearts beating on either side of his body are enough to feel like his own is stirring, pumping hot blood through dormant veins.
The feeling of love and the feeling of a heartbeat are so alien to him after two centuries, but so abundant these days. Astarion goes lax in between the warm embrace of his lovers once again. He believes you, the both of you.
He’s safe now. He’s here with you.
#halstarion#halstarion x Tav#Halstarion x reader#astarion x reader#astarion x tav#halsin x tav#halsin x reader#Halstarion fluff#bg3 fluff
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Astarion/Lumen + Lumen/Halsin interactions and ship songs 💟
i should draw more of the 3 of them together bc to me their relationships really take meaning in the throuple but drawing 3 characters together is hard *sobs in lazy*
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Backend of Forever
Ellesime (Durge) resists her longing for both Astarion and Halsin when she unearths the truth of her murderous parentage, intent on saving the two elves she cares for the most from her inner darkness. After defeating the Netherbrain, and a drunken confession one night, Astarion and Halsin make a coordinated move. The three finally come together, all quite aware that this isn't just casual sex, but the beginning of something greater. See this on Archive for notes. ~6k words. Tags: Explicit; Threesome - F/M/M; Angst and Hurt/Comfort; Angst with a Happy Ending; Porn with Feelings; Porn With Plot; Sharing; Blood Drinking; Bisexual Male Character; Trauma; Blow Jobs; Penetration; Double Penetration; Double Vaginal Penetration
Snippet from the middle when it starts getting sexy:
“Darling, we’ve been talking,” he leaned in conspiratorially, gesturing to himself and Halsin. Halsin placed the small plate he had retrieved from the kitchen on the table across from them, then sat down gently next to her, filling up all the remaining room on the couch. He poured her a small draught of wine as Astarion stretched his arm out onto the back of the couch, not quite touching her yet subtly drawing them tighter together.
The whole thing felt strangely performative. Astarion was clearly putting on his ridiculous slut façade, and she could sense – almost feel – that Halsin was wound as tight as a spring about to be sprung.
“You wouldn’t believe what we’ve been discussing,” Astarion continued. He flashed her a smile, but his persona faltered when their eyes met. “Well, we’ve been talking about, well….about you, as a matter of fact.” He glanced at Halsin, calling him in for backup.
“We both think of you often.” Halsin started. When she turned to look, she was surprised at the intensity in his eyes, and how his chest rose and fell with every deep, nervous breath. “We talked about how both of us thought that you….well, that you….” Halsin started to stumble over his words, seeming like a much younger and more inexperienced elf than she knew him to be.
They ended up speaking over each other clumsily. Astarion said something about how magnificent she was, while Halsin made a comparison of her beauty to some obscure (but apparently lovely?) creature. They laughed together awkwardly for a second, and as quiet started to descend Halsin made a declaration.
“We want you. More than anything.”
Ellesime thought that defeating the Netherbrain would be the end for her. In fact, she hadn’t thought much beyond that – she almost welcomed death, which felt fitting after the truth about her dark heritage had finally been revealed to her. But death didn’t come for her – at least, not a second time in as many months.
The first few weeks after were a blur. Everywhere she went people bought her drinks, or gave her a hearty slap on the back, or offered her whatever small token or treasure they happened to have handy. One young mother handed Elle her baby. She obviously didn’t know that the woman now holding her precious child had once roamed Baldur’s Gate, gutting the innocent for no reason other than to sate her lust for murder and blood.
She tried to push those thoughts away. All of her friends were thinking about the future – she needed to stop thinking about her past, especially since most of it was lost to her anyways.
For the first week her remaining friends stayed close. Wyll and Karlach were in Avernus, and Lae’zel had ridden off on the back of a red dragon to bring down Vlaakith, but the remaining troupe were there with her, seemingly as loathe to leave each other’s company as she was.
Jaheira and Minsc, old veterans and their newest traveling companions, said their goodbyes first. That was the impetus for Gale to get moving; he set out for Waterdeep the next day, anxious to put some distance between himself and the lure of the Netherstones, which were still out there in the harbor. Shadowheart lingered a few days more, but eventually she, too, said her goodbyes, and left Baldur’s Gate with her parents to start making up for lost time.
That left Halsin and Astarion. She knew they each had business elsewhere that they were eager to get to, but they stayed. Elle didn’t push them for an explanation. Being completely alone with her thoughts was not something she was looking forward to.
***
Over the past months she had developed a bond with the two elves, especially in the early days of their adventures together when she had almost no memory of her past at all. Being elven herself, and nearly 240 years of age, she had found their company the most comfortable – her heritage was essentially the only thing she knew about herself with certainty.
Astarion was incorrigible and a terrible flirt. Although clearly a rake and a tease, she knew there was more to him, and she found his charisma endearing. She allowed him to feed on her, which felt much more intimate than she anticipated, but before it could become something more, Astarion started to draw back. He confessed that he had been trying to manipulate her and was ashamed of it. Forgiving him came naturally to her, and from then on, they were almost never apart. Any potential romance they might have had mellowed. The attraction was still there, but they both took a step back from it, letting it simmer just under the surface.
Then Halsin joined their unlikely band. He was guarded, at first, quiet and thoughtful, but as he traveled with them, he slowly started to let down his stoic façade. Elle found him easy to talk to, full of interesting stories that distracted her from everything else. Many nights, she stayed up around the campfire, her, Halsin, and Astarion, sharing a bottle of whatever wine they could get their hands on, talking into the wee hours of the morning.
Of course, his personality wasn’t the only thing about Halsin she liked. She had to catch herself, far too many times, from letting her eyes linger on his muscled arms, or his broad chest, or the bulging muscles in his thighs when he stood up. She caught Astarion ogling him once, although he was trying hard to seem nonplussed. She teased him later and they laughed and laughed, then Astarion tried to make her blush by describing, in lewd detail, what they could both do to him if they were so inclined.
But then the urge reared its murderous, vile head. She was able to ignore it, at first, but it tugged at her constantly, whispering in her ear, to murder, murder, murder. It was an itch on the bottom of her foot she didn’t want to scratch. And when she finally did, when she killed that poor tiefling bard in cold blood, deep disgust take root inside her.
She closed herself off, locked herself up tight, and crammed all of it down deep. There was no room for romance, or even for lust or simple sex – she wouldn’t tarnish these people she cared so much about with her depravity.
Halsin and Astarion gave her space. She kept it from them at first, and she could tell they were puzzled by her sudden change. They orbited her, like distant planets around a star, watching. She stopped staying up with them at night and retired to her tent when everyone else went to sleep.
As she forced herself away, she saw them grow closer. They still gathered around the fire, and once she saw Astarion’s hand come to rest gently on Halsin’s thigh. Another time, Halsin brushed a stray lock of white hair behind Astarion’s ear.
Good, she thought. Focus on each other. Forget me.
She did a decent job of convincing herself that she was fine with the way things were, and that she would never—could never—have anything with either of them, when the time came to face Orin. She defeated her treacherous sister and defied her Father, her God, Bhaal. And she paid the ultimate price.
Shadowheart sat with her and held her close when they had returned to camp that night, her touch grounding Elle.
“We all thought we’d lost you.”
“I know.”
Shadowheart paused and wet her lips, pondering something.
“I’ve never seen Astarion or Halsin like that.”
Elle’s head shot up from its place on Shadowheart’s shoulder. “Like what?”
She paused again, thoughtfully. “Astarion screamed. Halsin was weeping. When the barriers came down, they both ran to you. I thought they were going to fight over who was going to pick you up, but then they both just crumpled over you. They were in a sorry state when Withers arrived.”
Elle hadn’t been sure how to process that information. She ended that night looking for the two of them, almost feverish, suddenly hopeful. Maybe now she could tell them how she felt, now that the evil part of her had been purged. It would all be right. She would tell them adored them both and didn’t want to picture a day without them, that she wanted to kiss them and love them and break them apart into tiny pieces as she fucked them into oblivion.
Then she found them. Naked, tangled together, Halsin’s arm wrapped around to hold Astarion up against him as he took him from behind. She turned back to her tent, alone, and didn’t speak of it to them. Then, or ever.
***
After their victory, the two elves stayed close. Halsin accompanied her during the day as she wandered somewhat listlessly through the streets, unsure what to do with herself, and Astarion joined them as soon as the sun set.
They usually returned to the Elfsong Tavern and split a few bottles of wine between them. Since they stayed up later than the tavern would accommodate, they became accustomed to retreating to Elle’s suite to continue their revelry. Most nights she was content to just listen to the two of them, even when she was too lost in her own thoughts to contribute to their conversation.
She hadn’t expected jealousy. She thought she was too good for all that; after all, she had complete control over the whole situation and had made her choice – at least, that was what she told herself. But as she sat on her couch and watched the two elves across from her, smiling and laughing and touching each other in an all-too familiar way, she felt a darkness twist inside her, squeezing her heart. She gulped down more wine than she should have, trying desperately to quiet the hammering feeling in her head.
Then Halsin casually put a hand on Astarion’s thigh and something in her cracked in half.
With the swagger only someone on the verge of a drunken blackout could muster, she stood up and pointed viciously at them. “You two are insufferable!” She stumbled over her feet, although she hadn’t meant to move at all, and pressed her finger to Halsin’s chest. “Don’t just RUB it in my face. I know you two are together and YOU know … you fucking know,” she slurred. She turned and leveled her gaze (and her accusatory finger) at Astarion. “You know how I feel and how I couldn’t and . . .”
Her rant fell apart as she took in the sight of them, warmed with drink, shirt collars loose and exposing their chests invitingly, beautiful eyes wide and suddenly very much locked on her. They were both just so damned gorgeous. “Gods, I would love to fuck you both stupid….”
Her memory ended there. She awoke the next morning after her meditation tucked under her covers tightly, still in all her clothes, with a walloping headache. Alone.
Maybe,she thought, I can find a nice, big rock to crawl under while I wait to die of embarrassment.
The next night, Elle perched on her couch, swirling her remaining wine around the bottom of her glass. She was lost in thought as she considered how to apologize for her ridiculous behavior and assure them it had only been the drink talking. She kept coming up short; she wasn’t comfortable lying to them.
She looked around her room and realized with a start that she was alone. She knew Halsin had gone downstairs to get the two of them some cheese and bread, but she wasn’t sure where Astarion had got off to. As if summoned, the door swung open and they filed in, Astarion in the lead. He sauntered towards her and plopped down on the couch next to her with a wry smile.
“Darling, we’ve been talking,” he leaned in conspiratorially, gesturing to himself and Halsin. Halsin placed the small plate he had retrieved from the kitchen on the table across from them, then sat down gently next to her, filling up all the remaining room on the couch. He poured her a small draught of wine as Astarion stretched his arm out onto the back of the couch, not quite touching her yet subtly drawing them tighter together.
The whole thing felt strangely performative. Astarion was clearly putting on his ridiculous slut façade, and she could sense – almost feel – that Halsin was wound as tight as a spring about to be sprung.
“You wouldn’t believe what we’ve been discussing,” Astarion continued. He flashed her a smile, but his persona faltered when their eyes met. “Well, we’ve been talking about, well….about you, as a matter of fact.” He glanced at Halsin, calling him in for backup.
“We both think of you often.” Halsin started. When she turned to look, she was surprised at the intensity in his eyes, and how his chest rose and fell with every deep, nervous breath. “We talked about how both of us thought that you….well, that you….” Halsin started to stumble over his words, seeming like a much younger and more inexperienced elf than she knew him to be.
They ended up speaking over each other clumsily. Astarion said something about how magnificent she was, while Halsin made a comparison of her beauty to some obscure (but apparently lovely?) creature. They laughed together awkwardly for a second, and as quiet started to descend Halsin made a declaration.
“We want you. More than anything.”
Elle looked back and forth between them, unable to wrap her brain around what they were saying.
“But, I thought….” She folded her hands together to try to look composed. Neither of the men spoke as they watched and waited for her to finish her thought. She felt a blush creeping up her chest to her neck as she suddenly became acutely aware of each place their bodies touched.
“I thought you two were together. I might have accidentally come upon you, that night after I…after I died.”
There was a long pause. Astarion looked like he was going to choke on his tongue.
Thankfully, Halsin jumped in. “Astarion and I were both distraught. We knew you weren’t ready for anything…intimate. So we found comfort in each other.”
“We wanted you, the whole time. We’ve never stopped thinking about you, darling. Never.”
Elle couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“It can be, well, whatever you like,” Halsin explained earnestly. “We could just…try it, for once, and see how it goes. How you like it.”
The corners of Astarion’s lips turned upwards and he leaned in closer to her, once again playing the audacious flirt. “We know you were drunk but, how did you put it? We’d like to fuck you stupid.”
Elle’s eyes must have been wide as saucers. For a moment, the room went deathly still.
It was now, or never.
With deliberate slowness, she reached up her hand and placed it to Astarion’s cheek, cupping his face tenderly. She squeezed the top of Halsin’s thigh with her other hand, then turned and looked at him with what she hoped expressed the depth of her longing.
Astarion leaned forward and grazed his teeth over the crook of her neck just as Halsin gathered her face to his in an open-mouthed kiss. She broke away after a long moment and turned back to the vampire, gently seeking out his mouth. Their hands were on her then, caressing her as she relished the feel of Astarion’s tongue sliding against hers.
He pulled back slowly and held her gaze with an almost overwhelming intensity. “You smell delicious. I can barely contain myself.”
To her great surprise, Halsin offered up his muscled forearm, his eyes both gentle and assured.
“Do you mind, darling? It takes the edge off.” She nodded in assent.
He sunk his teeth into Halsin’s big arm, sucking eagerly. Halsin closed his eyes and titled his head back, ever so slightly, a quiet moan escaping his lips. The feel of them so close lit her on fire, and she admired them from her close-up vantage point. One was large and muscular and darkened by days in the sun, the other lithe and pale, with the corded physique of someone used to attacking from the shadows.
Halsin’s eyes flicked open and caught her staring. She felt as if the whole world had slowed down as he leaned in again for a kiss. At first his lips were feather-light on hers, but she bent her head back and opened her mouth to him, and soon felt his tongue pressing insistently against hers.
Astarion pulled away from Halsin’s arm, satiated. “You two are gorgeous together,” he said, and Elle could feel the true admiration in the tone of his voice.
Halsin broke off their kiss and smiled at her as he slid off the couch, running his hands along Elle’s thighs and up to her hips. He hooked his fingers into her waistband and looked up expectantly, almost mischievously at her.
“May I?”
She could barely form the words but nodded vigorously. She could feel Astarion’s low chuckle resonate through his chest.
“He really is so surprising, once you get him in bed. You wouldn’t believe the size of his –”
“Astarion!” Halsin exclaimed, feigning embarrassment. It only made Elle breathe harder as Halsin peeled her leggings off and cast them aside.
She felt vulnerable, exposed, as she realized her small clothes were the only remaining barrier between them. Halsin leaned in and planted a lingering kiss on her inner thigh, then dragged his lips ever so slightly farther up her leg. At last, he moved his mouth to hover over the thin layer of fabric that blocked his access to her. He looked up at her through his eyelashes and paused.
“You are sure? You want this?”
Again, Elle found she could barely form a coherent statement. She leaned back into Astarion’s embrace and could feel his hard cock grinding against her lower back – the contrast between Astarion’s neediness and Halsin’s restraint was maddening. Halsin hovered below, his mouth mere inches from her. She mustered all her composure, but her words still came out sounding like a ragged mess.
“Oh gods, yes, please!”
She could feel, more than see, his smile as he pressed his mouth up against her through her undergarments. Just as his mouth closed over her, Astarion ran his palm up over her cheek and twisted her face towards his, lips parted and searching for hers. Their tongues touched, and then Astarion let out a groan as he leaned in to give her a deeper kiss. It was more frantic than before, messier and with more teeth, and she loved every moment of it. He tugged off her shirt, only breaking their kiss for a second as he lifted it over her head and quickly found her mouth again.
Halsin hooked his fingers inside her underwear and tugged ever so slightly, pulling them away from her playfully. The feel of the cloth on her clit, now wet from Halsin’s kiss, made her buck her hips up involuntarily. Finally, after teasing her through fabric for what felt like forever, he pulled them aside and dove in, his tongue lapping deeply into her.
To her great embarrassment, she let out a surprised squeak. Astarion laughed into their kiss, then whispered in her ear. “You like that, don’t you? You don’t even know the half of what we’ve been planning for you.”
Halsin didn’t let up, his tongue moving up and down, left and right, constantly twirling and twisting and keeping her guessing as to what was coming next. She leaned back and rolled her body, desperate for more of his broad tongue. Astarion was rock hard against her, grinding insistently.
“How does she taste?” Astarion asked.
Halsin paused and looked up, glassy eyed, gaze flicking between the two of them, and then suddenly he was stretching up, capturing Astarion’s mouth with his own in a passionate kiss.
“What do you think?”
Astarion licked his bottom lip deliberately and smiled. “Delicious.”
Elle’s stomach fluttered as she melted backwards into Astarion’s embrace.
Halsin was quick to move back to his previous position. He slipped off her underwear in one deft, fluid motion, then put his hands on her inner thighs and spread her legs wide. She felt embarrassed as he exposed her utterly, but the feeling faded when she looked down and saw Halsin’s hungry stare. She hooked her leg over his shoulder as he dove in, his mouth ravishing her with licks and nips and kisses until she was arching backwards again in Astarion’s lap.
Astarion slipped a hand down and coated two fingers in her wetness in between Halsin’s long, slow licks. He gently began to rub at her clit, circling it slowly. She was overwhelmed with feeling – the feel of Astarion behind her, his hands on her; Halsin’s strong hands pressing open her thighs, his tongue darting to and fro and then inside of her teasingly.
Finally, Halsin sucked her lips into his mouth and nibbled her clit gently, sending her over the edge. Astarion squeezed her breasts as she came. She tried so hard to muffle her long, loud orgasm, tried to bury her face in Astarion’s neck, but her whole body was vibrating, and she could barely keep it in. At some point, she realized, she had wrapped her legs around Halsin’s shoulders and pinned him in place.
“Sorry –” she started, as she unhooked her ankles from behind Halsin’s head.
“Do not apologize,” Halsin said as he stood. Elle scooted forward on the couch, giving Astarion some room to sit up. She couldn’t hide the stupid grin that spread over her face.
“Are you still up for some more, darling, or did we wear you out already?” Astarion asked. He was playing coy, but she could tell his request for confirmation was serious.
She leaned back and gave him a deep kiss, then nipped at his earlobe as she pulled away and hopped up, quickly twining her arms around Halsin’s neck.
Astarion rose from the couch and sandwiched her between them, his hands roving down her back to her unclothed thighs, then back up to squeeze her round bottom. Halsin leaned down to kiss her, practically folding over her to bring his lips to hers. Somewhere along the way, she noticed, Halsin had taken off his shirt.
Astarion leaned in, kissing along her shoulder, and the two elves looked over her shoulder and found each other’s mouths again. This time Astarion seemed to dominate as he angled his face upwards to meet Halsin’s. Although the druid towered over them both, somehow Elle could feel his surrender as he relaxed in her arms and into Astarion’s relentless kiss.
When they finally parted lips, Halsin wrapped his arms around her and hoisted her into his arms. A moment later and she was on the large bed, her auburn hair flying everywhere around her. She laughed – no, giggled – feeling lighter than she had in ages.
“It’s time for me to return the favor. If that’s alright with you two,” she said. She was sure her ridiculous grin was not giving off the self-assured confidence she was trying to project.
It didn’t seem to matter. The two looked almost feral as she reached out to rub them through their trousers.
“I like watching you two together,” she continued mischievously as she began working at the laces. They took her suggestion immediately; Astarion reached out and gripped at Halsin’s chest hair, as Halsin reached around him and grabbed a handful of Astarion’s ass. As they played with each other, she freed Astarion from his trousers and without so much as a warning swallowed him whole.
Astarion cried out and bucked his hips involuntarily, forcing his cock to the back of her throat. Elle hummed around it as she slid up and down, wetting it thoroughly so she could take it all the way in again. She fumbled with the laces on Halsin’s trousers with her free hand.
“A little help?” she asked, in between taking Astarion’s cock in her mouth.
Halsin hurried to oblige and pulled off his pants with a few swift tugs. She reached for him with her hand, still pumping her mouth up and down Astarion, and then turned to stretch her mouth around the tip of Halsin’s cock, grasping Astarion in her hand.
Halsin reached out and tentatively cupped the back of her head. Astarion was holding back too, clearly trying very hard not to buck into her hand.
“I’m not made of glass, boys. Don’t hold back. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
“If you’re sure?” Astarion asked, searching her expression.
She could feel Halsin shudder with anticipation. “We’d never . . . want you to do . . . something you didn’t want to,” he managed to sputter out, clearly distracted by her tight grip on his cock.
“I know – I trust you both completely. I want this – so much.” She could see them both let out a deep breath and relax, and she honestly loved them both a little more in that moment.
With that out of the way, she tugged them both a little and encouraged them to inch closer to her. As they shuffled on their knees into place, she brought the tips of both cocks up to her lips and swirled her tongue along them, looking up at them through her eyelashes coquettishly.
She kept her eyes on them as she drew them both into her mouth. Halsin had to remove his hand from kneading Astarion’s ass and steady himself on the smaller elf’s shoulder. Astarion leaned into him and ran his hand down over Elle’s soft hair before grabbing a handful at the roots.
Her lips stretched, almost a little too much, but their reaction was well worth it. Astarion’s shoulders slumped, and he let out a drawn-out moan, as Halsin threw his head back, eyes closed, in bliss.
She took turns, quickly drawing one of them into her mouth and then switching to the other, her hands never leaving them. She pressed the tips of their cocks together again and swirled her tongue over them and around, once, twice, then licked a stripe down Astarion’s cock and back up and over, down Halsin’s.
They let out a short stream of curses and she felt wildly pleased with herself. She leaned in to kiss Halsin right where his leg met his abdomen, peppering a line of quick kisses down until she buried her face in the space between his leg and his balls.
She felt Astarion move, and when she looked up she found him closer to her, eyes practically gleaming with delight as he took up a position down next to her.
“Didn’t we talk about doing this once, way back when?” he said, as he opened his mouth wide and let Halsin’s cock graze the tip of his tongue. Elle hummed in confirmation as she drew one of Halsin’s balls into her mouth. Halsin tossed his head back again, trying to hide his enormous grin.
She angled herself so she could continue teasing him, licking and sucking on his balls, as Astarion deftly sucked Halsin in to his mouth and all the way down. Halsin fisted his hand into Astarion’s hair roughly and fucked into the vampire’s mouth until he gagged. Astarion looked almost triumphant as he slid his mouth off the larger man with a pop.
Elle took over from him and drew Halsin into her mouth and to the back of her throat with a grunt. After a minute, Astarion took another turn, and she went back to licking playfully from underneath.
“Gods, you two,” Halsin moaned, his hands scrabbling to touch as much of them as he could while still staying upright. “I don’t – I can’t – I don’t want to come like this,” he confessed breathily.
Astarion pulled off, his lips curling devilishly with delight, and pulled himself upright to whisper something quietly into Halsin’s ear. Elle could hear Halsin hum with affirmation, and then they both turned their eyes to her. She had the sudden feeling of being their prey, and gods be damned if she didn’t want to be caught.
“Let us fuck you,” Halsin rumbled. Something about Halsin – normally so measured and polite – using such language made her burn inside.
She stretched herself out on the bed and curled her finger to them.
“Come and take me,” she said. It should have sounded silly, but she suddenly felt like a goddess as the two of the most gorgeous men she had ever encountered lavished her with affection.
They laid down on either side of her, hands roving over her skin, lips meeting fleetingly and then moving on to kiss every part of her they could reach. Finally, Halsin put a hand on her right hip and rolled her onto her left side, then gripped her waist tightly and shimmied her backwards towards him. The feel of his larger body spooning her, his strong arms encouraging her to arch back towards him, was blissful. Astarion laid along her, facing her, and captured her mouth in a deep kiss. She was distracted by the overwhelming feeling of the two of them surrounding her – their heat, their weight, the tangle of limbs and hands and bodies.
Halsin nudged his cock in between her legs, and she let out a short gasp as she felt the tip nudge against her entrance. She arched her back, coaxing him forward, and he pushed himself in slightly with a loud groan. Astarion broke away from plundering Elle’s mouth and chuckled.
“How does that feel, darling?” he purred.
“Incredible –” Elle moaned
“Amazing –” Halsin rumbled.
All three of them started to laugh, most of all Astarion.
“I was asking Elle! But I’m glad to know what I’ve got to look forward to,” he smiled, and nibbled her neck playfully. She could feel Halsin’s breath stutter with a choked off laugh, but then he gripped her hip hard again and pushed himself in, bottoming out. She let out a quick noise of surprise.
“I’m sorry – gods, I am so sorry . . .” he fumbled.
“Halsin, shut up and fuck me.”
He did not disappoint. At first, he fucked her slowly, deeply, pulling back and then plunging all the way in. She moaned in rhythm with his thrusts, relished every inch of him. His slow, steady pace left her panting for more. She wiggled her ass up against him and pushed herself back onto his thick cock, trying to encourage him to pick up his pace. His lips brushed lightly over her shoulder and he pumped in more forcefully, rocking the two of them in unison.
Astarion propped himself up on his arm and tangled his other hand into Halsin’s hair impishly. The older elf hummed his approval at the touch and twisted his face up to catch another kiss from him over Elle’s shoulder. Astarion broke away and grinned down at Elle.
“May I have a turn?”
Elle nodded, and before she knew it Halsin had pulled out of her completely, leaving her feeling empty and oh-so-wanting. With a gentle push, they encouraged her to roll over onto her right side, mirroring the position she was just in, but this time with her backside flush against Astarion and her face in Halsin’s broad chest.
Halsin wasted no time as he gathered her breasts in his hands and lavished them with kisses. She could feel Astarion adjust, and then the sensation of his hard cock was there, replacing that feeling of fullness she was desperate for. She was dripping wet from all the attention she had received, and he slid right into her, fully seating himself deep inside her in one quick movement.
Astarion sucked a breath in through his teeth and let out a quiet moan. He stilled, holding himself there, and she clenched and fluttered around him, teasing him with the sensation.
“I think you’ve stunned him speechless,” Halsin smiled, laughter apparent in his voice. Elle watched Halsin’s expression as he peeked over her shoulder at their now-quiet companion. Astarion took a deep, slow breath and pressed his forehead to the spot between her shoulder blades, and she saw Halsin’s smile fade.
“Astarion, love, come back to us,” Halsin murmured as he reached over to pet his arm. Elle turned ever so slightly and kissed his upper arm, the only part of him she could reach in this position.
“We can stop, we don’t have to keep going. You’re incredible Astarion, I only want what you want.” After a long pause, he pulled back his head from its resting spot, his glassy, distant look fading away. He bucked against Elle, eliciting a surprised moan from her, and smiled in an utterly genuine way she hadn’t seen before.
“You two are just…too good to me,” he said, and Elle could feel the tension in him unwind. “I want this so much – you feel so tight, I just…needed a minute. To get out of my own head.”
Halsin leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, then pressed one quickly to Elle’s cheek as he settled back down against her. Astarion fucked into her urgently, his sharp hip bones bouncing against her in a way she was sure would leave bruises the next day. After a few minutes, he slid an arm around her middle and held her closely as he continued to take her from behind. Halsin stayed close, vigilant, running a gentle hand up and down her body, then switching to stroke Astarion’s arm just as reverently.
Her body was on fire. She was sure she looked an absolute mess by now, covered in sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead and her neck, but she didn’t care. She arched her head back in pleasure as Astarion continued to stuff her full, and Halsin trailed kisses up from her breasts to her neck, stealing the breath from her lungs. Although she was sandwiched between her two elven lovers all she could think was that she wanted more, more, more.
Astarion’s thrusts stuttered, then seemed to slow and pump into her more deliberately. Both Halsin and Elle could clearly sense that he was on the edge.
Elle wasn’t even sure where the words came from, but she started to babble a mix of encouragement and filth, begging for him to fill her with his release. It was meant for Astarion, but Halsin was driven just as mad; when she reached her hand down to stroke his cock, she realized he had a hand wrapped around it already and was pumping furiously.
Astarion pressed forward, as deep as he could go inside her, and let out a clipped yelp as he spilled himself inside her. The feel of it filling her made her insides clench and release, and she shivered. His heavy breathing calmed after a long moment, and he pressed kisses along her shoulders as he slipped out of her.
She noticed that Halsin had stopped stroking himself when Astarion came – Elle could feel his hardness slide up against her thigh, leaving a trail of dampness, and was amazed by his restraint. He ran a finger down her jawbone and stared deeply into her eyes. “How else can we please you? Should I take you from behind, on your knees? Or maybe…” he trailed off and ground himself against her suggestively. Astarion sucked in a breath and held it as Halsin continued. “Maybe you could take both of us at once?”
She couldn’t control how fast her heart started beating, nor could she stop the wordless moan that escaped from deep in her throat.
“Is that a yes, darling?” Astarion whispered to her, loud enough for Halsin to hear.
“Gods, yes!”
Halsin crushed his lips against hers, tongue pressing into her mouth ravenously, and he jerked his hips against her again, punctuating his need.
“I may need a minute, but I’m sure you two can stay occupied while I get ready.” Astarion’s voice was sing-songy and flirtatious again as he shuffled up on to his knees, clearing more room for them to maneuver.
Halsin broke away from kissing her and held his large hand to her cheek. “On top of me,” he breathed. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he shifted to lay down flat on his back, guiding Elle up to straddle him backwards. She stretched her legs to either side of his and braced herself with her left hand against his chest. She reached down between them with her other hand and lined up his cock with her, then slowly sank down onto him.
When she felt like she could take no more of him, she opened her eyes (not realizing she had even closed them) and saw Astarion watching, chest heaving and mouth hanging agape. His cock was already starting to rise, hard again so quickly from watching the two of them together.
Her whole body trembled as Halsin started to languidly lift her hips and fuck up into her. In a flash of movement, Astarion was on them, his tongue pressing insistently to her clit. His clever mouth circled her, then roamed down as Halsin lifted her up and slid himself almost all the way out of her. She could feel Halsin’s low rumble of pleasure as Astarion dragged his tongue down his length, then slowly back up it, in time with his upward thrust.
Elle reached for Astarion, scrambling, until her hand found purchase in his soft, curly hair. “Get up here!”
He stood, a little unsteady with the soft bed underneath them, and took a minute to find a comfortable position amidst their tangled bodies. She felt him tentatively pressing the tip of his cock against her entrance—the stretching feeling was almost immediate and nearly overwhelming, but she wanted to feel them together so much she cried out for more. Halsin slowed, letting them adjust.
He worked his cock into her slowly, just a fraction of an inch at a time. Halsin groaned, long and loud, as Astarion’s cock lined up against his and started to push in to her. The feel of them both inside of her had her hyperventilating, lost in a fog of pleasure and pain. Their heat surrounded her, filled her.
It was impossible for Astarion to get all the way inside. Her mind was willing, but her body could only go so far. Impossibly stretched, impossibly full, impossible, impossible her mind repeated.
“That’s as far as I can go, darling,” Astarion said lowly, the effort to control himself clear in his clipped tone. “Is it alright?” His body shook with the effort of holding back, as he waited for her permission. Halsin’s grip on her waist had loosened, and she felt him gently rubbing her, soothing.
“I don’t think I can go for long but please – don’t stop.”
Astarion leaned in and captured her mouth in a kiss. She felt Halsin behind her, kissing up and down her spine, as he slowly started to move inside of her again.
“We’ve got you,” Halsin whispered reverently into her skin.
With the two of them supporting her, Halsin beneath and Astarion above, she let herself go boneless, trusting them completely with her body. Halsin rocked up slowly, pumping into her, as Astarion pulled back, careful not to come all the way out of her. They reversed, Astarion pushing in as Halsin pulled back, in perfect unison. It was slow, careful – much less frantic and wild than she expected. The kisses they covered her in felt worshipful. The room was quieter now than it had been for the past hour or more as they drank each other in.
“I’m close,” Halsin whispered, not wanting to break the spell that had fallen over them.
“Come – come – come” Elle begged. Astarion’s eyes squeezed shut and she could tell he was almost there too. Her body hummed. She couldn’t stop begging them for it, over and over.
Halsin’s hips jerked, and he let out a deep, guttural groan as he spilled inside her. She felt its warmth filling her, and then suddenly Astarion threw back his head and moaned, thrusting slowly through his own release. She realized she had cried out as her own pleasure rippled through her.
It was an effort for them all to disengage gracefully. Astarion almost collapsed on top of them but caught himself and managed to pull himself out gently before he flopped down on the bed. Elle leaned up and let Halsin’s cock slip out, then shuffled to the side and landed on her back in between them. As she caught her breath, she threw one arm out to rest on Halsin’s chest and entwined a leg with Astarion.
It took her several long, slow breaths before she could form a coherent sentence again.
“You two are amazing. Not to mention, incredibly gorgeous together.”
She wasn’t prepared for the surprisingly soft looks both elves gave her. Her heart felt fit to burst inside her.
“We’ve only ever wanted….well, this,” Astarion said, gesturing vaguely to the three of them on the bed together.
“We’ve always wanted you here with us,” Halsin added, as he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.
“Well,” she said, as she pulled the two closer. “I’m here now.” They stayed together that night, naked and entwined. For the first time in ages, Elle didn’t feel alone.
#myfics#baldur's gate 3#durge x astarion x halsin#halstarion#halstarion x durge#halstarion x tav#bloodbear#halsin#astarion#durge#tav x astarion x halsin
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Astarion x Halsin x Reader where Halsin uses Entangle and barbed vines cut you just enough to tease Astarion as he lavishes each little cut
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Okay but since vampirism is apparently curable in dnd 5e, a concept: astarion who can now see his reflection whenever he wants, but he's so used to not having one that every time he unthinkingly walks past a reflective surface it startles the fuck out of him. He's forgotten his own face: it takes a moment to register that that's him. Which is fine and understandable but doesn't make it any less funny for his lover whenever he suddenly lunges sideways and does the Get Out Of My Personal Space hiss at his own reflection because Something Moved Unexpectedly in the corner of his eye
#tav x astarion#bg3#bg3 headcanons#halstarion#bloodweave#bloodblade#astarion x karlach#help i ship him with Everyone#tadpolycule#astarion ancunin
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Bealstarion? Halstaratrix? Idk what the ship name for Bea(atrix) and her two boyfriends would be but they sure do make a cute cuddle puddle.
#astarion#bg3#baldur's gate 3#halstarion#astarion x halsin#halsin x astarion#halsin/astarion#bg3 astarion#astarion bg3#astarion ancunin#tavstarion#halsin baldur's gate 3#halsin fanart#halsin romance#halsin bg3#halsin#bg3 tav#bg3 tav fanart
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There is an issue in this community with misstagged fics on AO3, specifically in the FxF tags. I don't know if it's going to reach the actual people or not but I'm still going to put this here:
A lot of MxM and FxM are tagging FxF ships in the main relationship category despite the ship itself only being written in the background.
Which is a problem because when you go into your ship tag to find fics of your ship, a ridiculous amount of them are off topic. And while yes you can lower that amount significantly by filtering and tag exclusion, AO3 has a built in feature that is made to avoid this.
I am going to use the Shadowzel tag for that because it's the most popular FxF ship on there and it's also one of the most misstagged rn. As of right now, there is 607 fics in the Shadowzel tag without filter. If you restrict the search to only include FxF, you are down to 397 fics. That is more than a third gone!
And it gets rid of some shadowzel content as well, so it's either you filter that out or you have to scroll through a tag where 1 out of 3 fics are about Astarion, Gale, Halsin, etc instead of the ship you looked up.
If your fic, let's take for example a Tav x Astarion, has either consistent mention of Shadowheart x Lae'zel, the most popular wlw ship, or has them in the background as support characters, or even just mentions them as a funny little wink and you want to make sure your readers know they are in here, you do not use the relationship tag! You go down to the additional tags and add "Minor Lae'zel/Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate)".
Unless the pairing you are tagging is the main focus or have a significant role and spotlight on them, you should not use the relationship tag! It clogs the feed for no reason, AO3 is not a website where you have to advertise your posts to the most tags possible.
Adding a visual for clarity:
#astarion#astarion ancunin#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#bg3#bg3 tav#gale x tav#bg3 gale#bg3 astarion#halsin#bg3 halsin#astarion x tav#astarion x reader#bloodweave#halstarion#bg3 durge#durgetash#enver gortash#bg3 gortash#laezel#shadowheart#shadowzel#karlach#minthara#tagging the girls to for reach#yall getting the main infos in bright colors#easy to read#ao3 fanfic#that is probably an issue in other fandoms and for other tags too this is just the one I'm talking about#image has alt text
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by Purple Danger Noodle ( Twitter/X )
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldurs gate 3#astarion#astarion ancunin#halsin#archdruid halsin#halsin x astarion#halstarion#ursa minor#bg3 tav#halsin x tav x astarion#astarion x tav#halsin x tav
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snork mimimimi
#astarion#halsin#m!tav#astarion x m!tav x halsin#if you draw your favs sleeping maybe sleep will come....#oc#bg3#baldur's gate 3#so very eepy#trans!tav#halstarion#tavstarion
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and yes they smoke weed
#i couldnt not include abraxas hes my special guy#astarion#bg3 astarion#astarion ancunin#wyll#bg3 wyll#wyll ravengard#astarion x tav#wyllstarion#bloodweave#halstarion#is that the name#is that what we're using#hang on#halsin x astarion#bg3 gale#gale dekarios#halsin#bg3 halsin#baldurs gate 3#bg3#bg3 fanart#bg3 tav#my art
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Just some smut that I liked the idea for but won't be canon to their story so I decided to make a lil one shot (that got far longer than I thought it would be), only minorly edited because I just wanted to dump it from my brain
Tavstarion x non-romanced Halsin, years post-game
Named Tav - Syvin - male drow sorcerer
Explicit - MDNI
Approx 3.7k words
Syvin is forced to take a vacation for once in his life, and so the drow and his vampire partner decide to finally visit their old friends. Astarion gets an idea when they visit Halsin…
Astarion smiled, mischief in his eyes as he watched Syvin strip. They were given a decent little room to stay in while they visited their old traveling companion’s community. Astarion feigned annoyance at the idea of coming here, but Syvin could tell he’d enjoy seeing an old friend, even if he couldn’t see much of this place in the daylight. Halsin was overjoyed they made the journey safely. He showed them the fruits of his labor - though he’d never admit just how much effort he put into this place - introducing them to everyone and anyone that they saw.
“What are you scheming over there?” The drow finished discarding his clothing and sat on the side of the bed. Astarion’s fingers gently traced along his partner’s jaw, down his neck and chest, and along the inside of his thigh.
“Just thinking, darling.”
“About?”
“Well,” the vampire chuckled, “you fall apart so well under me that I was wondering if you’d even be able to handle someone like Halsin.” Syvin raised an eyebrow at the elf. That’s what he’s thinking about?
“You want to see Halsin have his way with me? After all your jealous fits back home?”
“It was only an idea, love. Although…” Astarion gently rubbed his palm between Syvin’s legs. “If I were to let someone else taste you, I’m sure Halsin would be just fine. Those other wretches didn’t know their place, wanted to take you from me.”
“Mm, is that all? Are you sure you don’t want to taste Halsin, too?”
“I was only thinking about seeing how utterly destroyed you could get, but, well, the bear surely has stamina enough for two if you’d like a view as well, darling.” Syvin was only teasing, but, while the response didn’t share any desire to actually be with Halsin, Astarion wasn’t dismissing it. It made the drow think for a moment. He lay down and the vampire crawled over him.
“Do you actually want to? See me under Halsin, that is.” He didn’t want Astarion to feel like he had to be involved - he knew the elf still struggled with falling into old habits, and certainly having sex with Halsin to please Syvin would put him in such a performative headspace. He could join if he wished, but Syvin wouldn’t make him nor suggest it further than the original teasing. In all honesty, thinking about watching Astarion get off to him being destroyed by another was already arousing. Staring at his love, watching him pleasuring himself, Syvin getting more than he bargained for, probably struggling to keep his head up and eyes open, but Halsin pulling on his hair to lift his head while Astarion demands his gaze.
“Well, darling, it certainly seems you want me to,” the vampire chuckled at the drow’s excitement growing between them. “It would certainly make this visit more interesting.” Astarion started grinding slowly against his love, earning a low moan. “If you’d want to, love, we can see if Halsin can push your limits.”
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The next night, after much teasing from the vampire all day, Astarion found Halsin when he was finally alone. Syvin of course came along so the big bear would know they were both asking, both interested in such plans.
“It almost seems as though you’re giving me a challenge, Astarion,” Halsin chuckled in response to the request.
“Well, if you think you’re not up to the task…”
“I did not say that. I will gladly join the two of you tonight.” The way Halsin looked at Syvin when he spoke went straight between the drow’s legs. He had never thought about bedding Halsin the entirety of their journey together nor afterwards, but, with Astarion’s idea, he was unable to stop thinking about being overpowered by the large elf all day. The confirmation it was going to happen made things worse - thankfully he wouldn’t be waiting long.
Halsin invited the couple back to his own home. It was a simple place, but had a bed big and sturdy enough for the three of them and they’d be less likely to disturb others’ rest. Astarion sat on the edge of the bed, ready to watch the two of them strip down.
“Anything I should know before we begin?” Halsin used one hand to start lifting Syvin’s shirt, the other reached between his legs while he kissed the drow’s neck right where Astarion usually fed. There were no marks anymore, but the two knew the druid had remembered when he began to nibble and lick the spot. Syvin shuddered. There was no way he was surviving this.
“Well for starters, you’re about to see a very different Syvin. The big, strong general turns into a moaning mess once he’s under a man.” Astarion knew his partner had been thinking about this scenario all day. No one else here would have noticed - he kept it under wraps pretty well - but there was just enough restlessness, just enough submissiveness for the vampire to notice exactly where his drow’s mind was. Poor thing was getting himself all worked up and now Halsin’s teasing near immediately had Syvin’s mind in a haze.
“I had assumed that was the goal if not the normal occurrence.”
“Very much so. And you can ignore any protests unless he mentions ‘Gale’s cooking,’ that truly means he needs to stop.”
“Was it truly so bad?” Halsin chuckled as he removed Syvin’s shirt.
“No, but thinking about Gale certainly pulls us out of the mood.” Syvin started to reach down to remove his pants, but Halsin took over instead - happily being the one to reveal the rest of his body.
“I see.” The druid’s eyes soaked in the view for a moment before he finally stripped himself - far quicker than what he did for Syvin. The sorcerer stared back now - he was on the taller end for an elf let alone a drow, Halsin was well beyond such expectations, and now Syvin was about to feel that difference.
Astarion moved back to sit against the headboard, patting the bed in front of him.
“Come here, darling. I want to see your face while our dear friend has his way with you.” Syvin obeyed, crawling over to Astarion - his face for his partner, his ass for Halsin. The vampire cradled his face gently as the drow kissed hungrily, the two feeling the bed shift as Halsin joined them.
Large, callused hands groped at Syvin’s ass, spreading him open before a tongue pressed against his entrance. The drow gasped lightly into Astarion’s mouth as Halsin pushed inside even slightly.
“Darling, you truly do fall apart so easily. Are you sure you can handle the dear bear?”
“Mm… I can,” Syvin groaned, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Ah ah, look at me. Let me see how well he takes you apart.” Astarion held his love by the chin. Syvin forced his eyes back open, just as Halsin pulled away. “Good.” But soon Halsin’s tongue was replaced with an oiled finger. Halsin was slow yet firm in his intrusion - the size difference between Astarion and Halsin already apparent and forcing a shaky breath out of the drow.
“Too fast?”
“N-no… Bigger start- nm, than I’m used to, is all.”
“Take your time. Let me know when you’re ready for another.” Halsin gently fingered the sorcerer, certain to push directly on his prostate every pass.
“You’re far too sweet to him, little honey bear. He may be a slight mess already, but he can handle far more. Where’s that vicious cave bear we traveled with?” Astarion teased with a hunger in his eyes. He wouldn’t mind seeing Syvin slowly unravel - but he could do that himself at home. He wanted to make sure Halsin understood the point of this - they wanted that bear to tear Syvin apart in all the best ways. He could do that after a gentle stretching, but Astarion was more in the mood to push his partner.
“Well, if you insist…” The second finger stretching him further already made Syvin arch his back in response. “Eager, aren’t you,” Halsin teased as Syvin began to push back on his fingers, matching his pace.
Before the drow could finish himself off, the fingers were removed. Syvin groaned in disapproval, looking back over his shoulder when they weren’t replaced soon enough. Halsin sat back on his heels, stroking himself but making no move to continue yet.
“Waiting for something?” There was a small sting of annoyance in Syvin’s words.
“Letting you calm for a moment. I am not blind to how close you made yourself on my fingers alone, and I do not think Astarion wants his view to end so soon.” Halsin’s response earned a chuckle from the vampire.
“Love, I do think you’re in for it tonight.”
Syvin had taken many kinds of men throughout the centuries. It had been decades since he felt a man other than Astarion, let alone one as big as Halsin. It remained to be seen how rough the bear would be, but he had handled the others just fine before. Yet, even the biggest and the roughest couldn’t compare to what he already felt and knew would be coming. His partner before him, his greatest love, had made sex far more than just getting off, just a distracting form of stress relief. With Astarion, it had actually become something fun, something enjoyable beyond the orgasm. With Astarion, he truly understood why people considered it “making love.” And with Astarion, even being shared with an old friend was fun and exciting - he didn’t feel at all like he used to when using others to reach his climax.
Syvin brought a hand up to caress Astarion’s cheek, leaning into him for a deep, slow kiss. He soon heard Halsin shifting behind him. Please… Large hands firmly held his hips. Finally… Instead of pushing into him, though, Halsin pulled the drow’s hips back, slowly removing the partners’ lips from each other. Astarion didn’t protest - it gave him a perfect view of how Syvin’s face contorted in pleasure as the bear bottomed out, making the sorcerer lower his hand to grip onto the vampire’s shoulder. Astarion gently pried him loose and put his hand back down onto the bed.
“Careful with that grip of yours, darling. We’re breaking you tonight, not me.” The vampire softly played with Syvin’s hair before he lowered his head into Astarion’s lap with a groan.
“Are you alright, Syvin?” Halsin spoke in an almost teasing manner. He always did want to be certain his partners were enjoying themselves and would certainly change things up or outright stop if they weren’t. But he knew Syvin was okay between the lack of a safe word and Astarion’s joyfully watching eyes, and it seemed both elves enjoyed pointing out just how much he reacted to every small change.
“Halsin…” The name came out breathy, strained between his fullness and excitement of what was to come.
“Yes?”
“Fuckin’ move already.” Syvin pulled himself together to speak the demand fairly normally, but the elves could tell it was more of a plea and both chuckled.
“As you wish.”
Halsin pulled almost completely out and left Syvin feeling empty, but it only lasted a moment. The bear’s bruising grip on the drow’s hip gave him hardly any warning before he was mercilessly pounded into. Hands grabbed at the sheets as he moaned desperate cries into Astarion’s lap.
The vampire slowly managed to lift Syvin’s head to see his face and fully hear his sounds. It had been a beautiful sight from the start, seeing his love stripped, bent over, and pleasured all while being able to not only hear but also see how he enjoyed it. But now, now that Halsin was showing off one pleasurable use for all those muscles, now that the bed shook and Syvin’s body shuddered with every impact, Astarion was starting to feel the need to fully join them.
“I can’t- I can’t-”
“You can. You’re taking him well, darling. Look at me.” The pale elf gently rubbed a thumb across Syvin’s cheek as he opened his eyes. Astarion’s bright, red eyes, soft yet hungry. His smile just barely revealing his fangs. His soft curls swaying with the movement of the bed. “You can take more, can’t you? For me, love?” The request sent a shiver down the drow’s body.
“Astari- ngh-!” The impact of Syvin’s orgasm forced his head back down into his partner’s lap, hands wrapping around Astarion’s waist, toes curling, all while Halsin kept his relentless pace. “I can’t! I can’t, I can’t - I can’t-”
“Don’t you dare stop now, druid,” Astarion commanded as he saw the slightest hesitation in Halsin’s movements. “He knows how to stop us if he truly needs it. Don’t you, darling?” Syvin only responded with a louder moan and tighter grip on the vampire. Did Halsin just get faster? Good gods, Syvin was not going to be walking come morning…
“Xsa- ah! Vith uns’aa… Usstan- ngh!”
“Well now, that’s certainly new. Halsin feeling that good, love?” The vampire trailed a hand along Syvin’s arched back. The words coming out of his mouth surprised the drow just as much as it did the others, and yet they surprisingly weren’t unwelcome. He’d normally only speak Drow out of sheer necessity anymore, which was a rare occurrence, but being so overwhelmed by Halsin that he fucked him back into speaking his first language made for a fun discovery.
Just as Syvin was beginning to think he may genuinely need a break, Halsin’s pace faltered. The large elf nearly growled in pleasure as his hot seed filled the sorcerer. Halsin paused a moment to catch his breath, panting over the two before he leaned down and kissed Syvin between his shoulder blades.
“You held on well, Syvin.” Halsin slowly pulled himself out of the drow. It was only when he finally let go of Syvin’s hips did the sorcerer realize he was mostly being held up by the bear, not his own legs. His thighs shook and Halsin quickly held him again, gently guiding him to lie down fully. “You may wish to take it easy tomorrow. Rest your body and your voice.”
Syvin only groaned in response.
“Love, we are here for you to relax for once. I’ll tie you to the bed if I have to.”
“Promise?” Syvin chuckled. The spawn was stronger without the tadpole, but so was the drow. The occasional powerplay had been met with broken furniture on more than one occasion. Syvin rolled over slightly, looking up into those bright red eyes as Halsin moved to sit beside them. “I’ll be fine.”
“Hm…” Astarion played with one of Syvin’s braids.
“What is it?”
“My dear bear, do you think you have another round in you tonight?”
“Ah,” Halsin chuckled lightly at the question, “give me some time and we can certainly go again. If Syvin is alright with it.”
“Gods, the two of you really are out to ruin me tonight.” The drow wasn’t about to protest going at it again, but he was fairly certain he wouldn’t survive this time around.
“Yes, that was the idea for tonight, darling.” Syvin adjusted himself so he could sit up enough to kiss the vampire. A hand at first fell softly on Astarion’s clothed erection before rubbing him through his pants. The elf moaned slightly at the sudden attention before attempting to compose himself. “Need something?” Syvin simply hummed a confirmation as he continued.
“Would you wish to join us this time, Astarion?” There was a new hunger in the druid’s eyes at the thought of taking them both.
“Syvin, darling, do you really think you could handle the both of us?”
“You did say ruining him was the purpose of our adventures here tonight.”
Syvin smiled against the vampire’s lips, lowering slightly to kiss along his jaw and whisper a “please” directly into his ear.
“Well,” Astarion reached down and pressed a finger to Syvin’s entrance, “it would be fun to see how sensitive you are now, love.” The drow squirmed slightly, pressing up against his partner. “But, I do believe we have an issue.” Syvin sat up a bit at the statement when Astarion removed his hand. “I am still fully dressed, my dears,” the vampire said with a smirk. “That simply won’t do if I am to get between you boys.”
Halsin was hesitant at first, but, once his touches were welcomed, both he and the drow were planting soft kisses across Astarion’s pale skin. They took all the time in the world to make sure every piece of removed clothing was accepted, that Astarion was truly comfortable with being involved instead of simply watching. Syvin gladly stretched out his partner for Halsin, who slowly stroked the vampire resting back against him.
“Mm, it almost feels like the two of you are preparing to ruin me now.”
“I can be gentle with you.” The druid’s thumb toyed with Astarion’s tip, smearing the drops of precum.
“If he can handle you, I can handle you, big bear.”
“Are you sure about that? You’re not usually the one underneath,” Syvin teased.
“Challenging me, darling?”
“Excited to see how long you last between us, is all.”
Once the trio was content everyone was ready, Syvin got back on all fours, excitedly displaying himself to his partner. He let out a pleasured sigh as Astarion pushed inside. The vampire leaned forward, wrapping an arm around Syvin’s chest and kissing his shoulder as he gave a few slow thrusts. The drow’s thighs and even arms already felt weak from being back in this position, and his insides were similarly sensitive. On one hand, he hoped the other two didn’t last too long, yet, on the other hand, he would have been perfectly happy to see how much further he can be pushed, this time with his love inside of him. While Astarion lifted himself back upright, Halsin positioned himself at the pale elf’s entrance.
“Ready, Astarion?”
“I am not so fragile as to- ahhh!” Being suddenly full cut off the vampire’s thoughts. Syvin’s chuckle was followed by a moan as Astarion slammed forward into him. “You be quiet down there.”
“I’m not certain Syvin is capable of being quiet with someone inside of him,” Halsin teased as he groped the dark grey flesh.
“I will not be taking that challenge.”
“It was merely an observation,” Halsin chuckled down at him.
“You’d certainly fail the challenge instantly, love.” Astarion started with slow thrusts to get a feel for how best to move between the two of them, earning soft moans from his drow and making a few of his own. Halsin leaned forward some, Astarion feeling a kiss to his shoulder and hearing the druid’s low, breathy grunts in his ear. Soon enough, not only had Astarion picked up the pace, but Halsin was matching his thrusts. His lover before him, an old and trusted friend behind him - the pleasured stimulation from them both was far more than he had expected. “Gods-!” The high elf buried himself deep inside Syvin as he came, Halsin not relenting in the slightest.
Astarion collapsed onto Syvin, holding him close and moaning into his ear. The drow greatly enjoyed the fact that the vampire finished first - that even as sensitive as he was from his first round with Halsin, he still held out longer. But that little mental victory didn’t last long. Feeling Astarion’s cum and the impact of Halsin’s continued thrusts along with the moans in his ear, it pushed the drow over the edge himself. His thighs shook fiercely, but he somehow managed to keep his ass up for the other two.
“Love, I need- I-” Astarion propped himself up some, the shift in tone making Syvin pay closer attention and notice he was attempting to pull out.
“Halsin-” The drow reached back and put a hand over Halsin’s on the vampire’s hip. “A moment…” The druid slowed, lifting Astarion and pulling him back against his chest. The pale elf’s head rolled back on Halsin’s shoulder in pleasured exhaustion. Syvin crawled forward a bit to sit up against the headboard, carefully looking over Astarion. “Love, look at me.”
The vampire leaned his head to the side, resting it in the crook of Halsin’s neck as his eyes fluttered open. There were no performed words, was no distance in his eyes. Syvin held out his arms for his love, Astarion taking them and leaning forward into the drow’s lap as Halsin released him. Knowing the vampire was enjoying himself and seeing their roles reversed from earlier, Syvin gently played with Astarion’s curls. This was going to be a lovely sight.
“Go ahead, Halsin. He said he could handle you.” With the confirmation everything was okay, Halsin grabbed Astarion’s hips and gave him the same treatment as he had given Syvin earlier. It was the high elf’s turn to moan into his drow’s lap, gripping the sheets.
“I- ngh! Gods- Halsin- I- ah!” Astarion’s failure to form a sentence was met with chuckles.
“You’re doing well, Astarion,” Halsin grunted from behind.
“I can’t-”
“You can, love.” Syvin was all too happy to give him the same dismissal he received earlier. “You can take all of him.”
Syvin and Halsin both continued their encouragement and praise, the drow keeping close tabs on Astarion’s state. He became shaky, went back and forth between grabbing Syvin and the bedsheets, continued his broken protests, but he was with them and never attempted anything close to their phrase to stop everything.
Halsin’s relentless pounding finally faltered once more as he unloaded into Astarion. This time when he pulled out, however, he made sure to help Astarion lower onto the bed and not just let go.
“Did you survive down there, Astarion?”
“Hah… you could have done worse.”
“I can certainly see why you enjoyed the view so much,” Syvin mused.
“Darling, we are moving your mirror when we get home.”
The three laughed tiredly as they rested on the bed. After some time, they cleaned up and Halsin retrieved some clean sheets. Syvin and Astarion were certainly not walking anywhere anytime soon.
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My ass is down down down by the fucking river again on a Tuesday at 1 AM
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