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vixstarria · 4 months

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A night at the inn (part 2)

Smut galore!

Part 1 here - it's the build-up to this, but not required reading if you're just after some smut

Astarion x Reader x Halsin, Astarion x Tav x Halsin, Astarion x F!Reader x Halsin

18+, smut, threesome, porn no plot, dirty talk, oral sex, PIV, various kinks in passing, soft dom Astarion, Astarion being a little shit

Approx. 2,700 words (what the hell, how did that happen)

“Is it company or privacy you desire?”

You and Astarion, who had been lying on top of you, one of your legs wrapped around his hips, turned your heads towards the druid, who paused in the doorway.

Astarion turned back to you to give you a wicked look, as though to say it was your call, before untangling himself from you, with a final slow teasing roll of his hips.

“It seems... Astarion desires a show…" You followed him with your gaze as he got up to pour himself more wine, searching for any signs of apprehension or anything that resembled a slipping mask. You saw no such thing. “...And I desire to indulge him,” you added, turning to look at the druid.

“Only a show?” Halsin frowned, but stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. “I am more than happy to accommodate that, only I thought you of all people would like to take part,” he added, looking at Astarion.

“It’s... complicated,” said Astarion, sliding back onto the bed and letting you lean back against him. “Darling, would you care to explain our current arrangement to our friend?” he asked, trailing a finger down your neck, sending a tinging shiver down your spine.

“Astarion has been taking a break from anything below the waist, for himself...”

“Say no more, I understand,” said Halsin.

Astarion raised his glass and nodded towards Halsin, glad to not need to explain himself any further, before taking a sip.

"And you?” Halsin asked, his voice a low and sensual rumble, his eyes piercing through you. Now that the smaller details were out of the way, you suddenly realised just what you had gotten yourself into, and you found yourself at a rare loss for words.

You’ve done this before, but never in such fine company. And never with the added complication of having to take anyone’s feelings into consideration.

Astarion’s fingers slid further down, below your collarbone, and slipped beneath the fabric of your blouse, circling down to one of your breasts.

“You are not taking any ‘breaks'?” Halsin continued, approaching the bed, breaking eye contact briefly to follow the motions of Astarion's hand, as he started to roll and pinch one of your nipples, before looking back into your eyes, quizzically.

You'd hardly started, and already you felt utterly exposed, a heat growing beneath your stomach. You were completely overwhelmed. Articulating anything was impossible.

“Darling..?” Astarion said, softly, when you did not reply. “Are you with us?”

“No breaks, only insatiable cravings,” you managed, wetting your lips. You tilted your head back to look into Astarion’s wine-coloured eyes. “I think I need you to take control,” you murmured.

“Oh? Getting timid all of a sudden?” he set his wine down to brush your lower lip with his thumb. “You want me to tell him how to scratch your itch? Make sure he does it right?”

“I trust you,” you nodded, swallowing.

Astarion breathed a quick soundless laugh and gave you a brief but tender kiss.

“Very well...” he lifted his gaze to regard Halsin. “Her sweet lips are mine, but you can have free reign over the rest of her, unless she says otherwise,” said Astarion. “My love you will speak up if there is anything you don’t enjoy?” he asked, lifting your chin to make you look at him. “I can’t make every decision for you, pet.”

You nodded. Halsin took it as a cue to finally break the distance between you. He started by lifting your leg to unlace your boots.

“What do you want to see?” he asked Astarion.

“Hmm,” he deliberated. “I think... No, I know she wants to be fucked senseless. Don’t you, pet? Tell us.” he urged with a devilish grin, his eyes still locked on yours, as you managed a weak ‘mmhmm’. “Let’s see that.”

Halsin pulled off your boots and before you knew what was happening, one of your feet was in his mouth. You gasped as you felt his tongue swirling between your toes.

“I knew he was absolutely feral!” laughed Astarion. “No no, let him do it,” he added as you squirmed. “But you are completely overdressed for all this, love.”

Astarion pulled your blouse off over your head, exposing your breasts, and began to undo the lacing on your pants. Halsin attempted to pull them off but they got stuck around your knees. For the first time since you've met him, you saw exasperation on the druid's face, as he struggled.

“I would outlaw clothing if I could,” he growled.

This seemed to amuse Astarion to no end, as he fell back onto the bed, pulling you with him. You somehow ended up being flipped onto your stomach and into Astarion's arms by Halsin, in his fight with your trousers. You giggled as he finally managed to pull them off.

”Are all your dirty dreams coming true, darling?” Astarion whispered to you, kissing your neck below your ear.

You felt Halsin's bulk lower himself onto you, holding himself up over you and Astarion with his arms to either of your sides. He left hot, open-mouthed kisses down your back, starting from the opposite side of your neck. You were caught between the coolness of Astarion's skin and the heat that was radiating from Halsin's body.

“This is impossible,” Halsin groaned as he realised that you were still in your smallclothes. Having run out of patience he resorted to simply tearing them off you in a swift and deliberate motion.

You let out an involuntary squeal as Astarion wedged a knee between your legs and used it to spread them apart for the druid.

“Be a good girl now and don't cause any more trouble,” he purred. You hummed your assent and lifted your hips up, your face buried in Astarion's neck.

Halsin's tongue plunged into you, lapping up your wetness, making you let out a moan.

Astarion tangled his fingers into your hair at the back of your head, near the roots, and pulled on it to lift your head up.

“I want to see your face while his tongue is in you,” he whispered. “He’s being good to you, isn’t he?” You held Astarion's gaze as Halsin continued to lick between your legs. You tried and failed to stifle another moan and arched your back further, as he dipped lower to tease your clit with his tongue. Astarion moved his hand to caress your face, before parting your lips with his thumb. You caught it in your mouth. “Yes, I can tell he is... But you want more, don’t you?” You sucked on his thumb and nodded with a whimper, looking into his eyes. “Don’t be shy... Tell us what you want...” You grazed Astarion's thumb with your teeth and giggled, shaking your head. You knew he wouldn’t let it slide though.

“You brat,” he smiled, his eyes narrowing, before looking past your shoulder and raising his voice. “Don’t give her anything unless she asks for it, nicely. In fact, you should stop what you’re doing now.”

To your dismay, the druid lifted his head from you.

“It would be my pleasure to help teach her manners,” he said. He stroked your wet slit with his fingers in place of his tongue, but it was only a tease that made you crave more.

“Beg him,” Astarion said, grinning, pulling your hair to turn your head sideways, so you could take in a view of the druid over your shoulder.

You shot daggers at Astarion with your eyes. You were glad he was enjoying himself so much, but this man, who had been flicking his tongue over your asshole just seconds prior, was supposed to adhere to your authority at tomorrow morning’s itinerary discussion meeting.

“Please...” you managed.

“Please what?” smirked Astarion.

“I may have a hunch about what she wants,” said Halsin, slipping a single finger in, shallowly, just one phalange deep, and sliding it in and out of you, teasingly. “Is this it?”

“No, no, she needs to say it herself,” interjected Astarion.

“I want more...” you moaned.

“More?” Halsin slipped a second finger in, keeping it agonisingly shallow.

“Your cock! I want your cock deep in me... Please...” you were too frustrated to care anymore.

“Good girl...” purred Astarion. “I’m going to remember this, you know,” he added with a smirk. “Next time you get too sassy with me, I’ll just recall our fearless leader begging for dick.”

“Listen here, you-” you started, exasperated, but were cut off by him pulling you into a deep kiss. He trailed his hand down your stomach until his fingers reached your slit, dipping in. You moaned into his mouth as he began to gently roll your swollen clit between his fingers the way he knew you liked.

You heard Halsin discarding his own clothes behind you, and were about to turn to look back, but Astarion held your chin.

“Ah-ah, no peeking! Let’s keep it a surprise.” He looked over your shoulder. “A very... big... surprise.”

You felt Halsin start to work his way in with his cock, in slow, rolling thrusts, gradually filling you, inch by inch. You were completely soaked, and stretched to accommodate him, but gods he felt huge. Exactly as big as you would expect by looking at the sheer size of the druid himself.

You whimpered as he filled you completely and began his deliberate, rhythmic thrusts.

“More than what you’d bargained for, darling?” Astarion whispered in your ear, continuing to rub your clit. “But you’re taking it so well, my good girl...” All you could do was whimper and moan, as he continued to stroke you and whisper obscenities to you. “That huge cock, all for you...”

“She’s starting to quiver around me already,” groaned Halsin.

“Is she now?” Astarion removing his fingers from your clit. “Do we need to talk about manners again? You don’t want to be rude to our friend by coming so soon and all by yourself, do you?”

“I’ll be good, just don’t stop, please” you whimpered. You could not handle another interruption.

“You have some catching up to do,” Astarion directed at Halsin.

Halsin’s thrusts sped up to an infernal pace, as Astarion pulled on your hair again to lick and nip at your exposed neck, running his tongue over your fresh puncture wounds, where it still felt so sweet for you.

“I’ll be generous, I know how much you want it,” Astarion rasped in your ear. “I want it too.”

He resumed rubbing circles around your clit and you found yourself falling to pieces, a mewling mess.

“Don’t get shy now... That’s it... Let us hear how much you like it,” Astarion continued, hoarsely.

You felt the first ripples of your climax coming on, your moans mounting louder and deeper with each wave.

“Fuck her through her orgasm. She likes that,” Astarion threw over your shoulder.

Halsin’s thrusts somehow got even harder then, and you screamed into Astarion’s neck as your pleasure completely overtook you. The sound of skin slapping on skin had already been loud enough to hear halfway across the inn, if anyone in the adjacent rooms had been sleeping through that, they were awake now.

Halsin’s penis slipped out of you and you collapsed, melting into Astarion’s embrace, no longer able to keep yourself up.

“Still enjoying yourself, my sweet?” he whispered only loud enough for you to hear. “Do you want more?”

“Gods, yes,” you answered.

“We’re not done yet,” he said louder, with a grin, as Halsin pulled you off the vampire by your waist, flipping you onto your back on the bed.

You spread your legs as Halsin settled between them, sitting up. He couldn’t have been far himself, as he entered you again, with quick, needful thrusts, lifting one of your legs onto his shoulder. Your breasts bounced with every thrust, and you raised your hands to hold them, pinching your own nipples.

“What a sight you are...” purred Astarion, off to your side. “Let us enjoy the view better.”

You let go of your breasts and raised yourself on your elbows, eager to enjoy a view yourself as you watched Halsin’s cock ram you, slick with your wetness.

Suddenly you were distracted by Astarion unlacing his pants to release his pulsing cock. Unable to contain his need any longer, he began to stroke himself. You couldn’t look away.

“Can I have it in my mouth..? Please..?” you implored.

There had to be a delicate balance to your pleading.

You knew he didn’t want to feel pressured. Not even by your need and desperation.

You also knew how he wanted to be wanted. He loved to hear you beg. He revelled in it. In the knowledge that he had such a grasp on your arousal. He would often tease you relentlessly. Usually, he would allow you to find your release eventually, whether with his fingers or tongue, or just from grinding against him. A few times, you pleasured yourself for him, while he watched. But sometimes, it was just a ‘no’ despite the teasing he had initiated himself. Being in control was another thing he revelled in.

“Desperate, are we?” he breathed.

“Astarion, please... Anything... Just a taste.”

He lifted your chin, angling your face toward him.

“Just the tip, with your tongue. I’ll take all your treats away if you get too greedy.”

You hadn’t done this since before your talk about wanting something real together. Your heart just about leapt into your throat.

He continued to stroke himself as you swirled your tongue around the swollen head of his penis, licking up his precum, looking into his eyes.

“I’ve missed this too, my sweet” he murmured as he watched you through his eyelashes, his voice thick.

Halsin was being a complete menace, rubbing your clit and licking the arch of your foot, and you started to get carried away, close to climaxing again, and wrapped your mouth around the tip of Astarion’s cock.

“Ah-ah! Make sure she behaves,” Astarion said to Halsin.

Halsin pinched your clit, just enough to make you jump and distract you. You moaned and continued with just your tongue, as Halsin pounded into you.

“Shall I go easy on her?” Halsin asked.

“Absolutely not,” said Astarion. “Just a little longer, love. You can hold out longer for me, can’t you?” he asked you, stroking your cheek with his hand.

This was becoming impossible. Between Halsin’s incessant thrusts and stroking of your clit, and your added arousal from finally being able to taste Astarion, you were losing your mind. But you did not want to come before he did.

“I can’t!” you gasped between strokes with your tongue. “I can’t...’

Halsin took some mercy on you then, pausing the circles he had been drawing around your clit, as everything else continued.

Astarion was breathing harder, stroking himself faster.

“You can come for us now... Come for me...” he rasped.

Two more firm strokes of Halsin’s thumb, and you came undone again, your walls clenching around Halsin, your legs shaking, just as Astarion’s cum filled your mouth, some of it spilling and leaking down your chin and the corner of your mouth. You were completely spent, as you swallowed what you could. You barely even registered Halsin pulling out his cock to spill his own seed all over your chest and stomach.

Astarion knelt down next to you, trying to regain his breath, and pressed his forehead against yours briefly, before drawing you into a kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. You felt his lips breaking into a smile as you kissed.

A short while later you lounged on the bed, your head on Astarion’s stomach as he played with your hair, your legs thrown across Halsin’s lap. Halsin was fiddling with his herbs and pipes again.

“Care for more catnip?” he asked Astarion.

“I’m never going to live that down, am I?” Astarion rolled his eyes. “But yes. ...Only to prove that it’s not going to do anything this time!”

Sure enough, a minute later Astarion once again sat with a ditsy expression, on the verge of breaking out into inane giggling.

“Gods, I’m not sure I can handle him like this again,” you sighed, shooting Halsin a reproachful look.

“This is a beautiful, glorious thing - he is embracing the opportunity to get reacquainted with nature,” the druid shrugged.

“Tell us about the bear you fucked again,” Astarion tittered.

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Part 3

AO3

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tadpole-apocalypse · 3 months

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They’re on a date ☺️

#baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #baldur’s gate #astarion #halsin #astarion x halsin x tav #my art #bg3: morgan #this is lacking a bit of polish but i’m feeling ready to move on from it 😌

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azukiel · 5 months

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Nightfall Heir Chapter 1

🔞 MDNI 🔞 NSFW

Warnings (as a whole): Explicit sexual content, Graphic descriptions of violence, PTSD, Angst, Blood kink, Kidnapping, Pregnancy and Childbirth

⭐Here is the story on Archive of Our Own ⭐

Summary: Two years have passed since the events surrounding the destruction of the Absolute. Baldur's Gate is slowly rebuilding itself from the rubble, and you and your companions have established yourselves within the city to help in its restoration.

You and your vampiric lover, Astarion, had been nigh inseparable since coming back together. Yet a certain turn of events saw to your kidnapping and then... to your unexpected pregnancy.

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As you lay in Astarion’s arms, you relished in the bliss that coddled your heart.

Alas, your mind wandered. It had not always been like this.

Blissful.

Your memories vividly recalled the time you had first laid with him, the time where the soft glow of fireflies had danced in the air, casting shadows that whispered secrets into the grass beneath you. The subsequent times thereafter had also been a symphony of sensations - feverish rustling of bedsheets, and the intoxicating scents of his cologne mingled with the musky aromas of passion. Back then, Astarion had always assured you that your very essence would be enveloped in a euphoric blend of pleasure and ecstasy. However, beneath the surface of those passionate encounters lay a web of deception. Your trysts had been nothing more than a meticulously crafted facade, a mask to conceal the collective traumas that haunted you both. Astarion had sought protection and trust from you, while you had yearned for a semblance of true companionship and belonging from him.

Still, the scars you both carried were etched into your souls, impossible to conceal. They were etched into the very fabric of your beings, leaving invisible wounds that refused to heal.

You flinched at the painful recollections as you looked up again at his peaceful, sleeping face. Closing your eyes for a moment, you took in a deep breath. His scents of bergamot, rosemary and aged brandy eloped you with a warmth like a midsummer’s kiss. His enchanting perfume restored a sense of peace. Yet, the darkness that still lingered in the back of your mind clawed its way into your consciousness once more.

Shuddering, you pressed yourself harder against his body to shield yourself, and though, in his sleep, he tightened his arms around you, you felt your walls again crumble. As the salt of your tears stung at the corners of your eyes, your unscrupulous mind continued to ravish your heart…

You were flung back to your childhood, vividly recalling the relentless barrage of blows, the sound of bones cracking, the scathing verbal assaults, and the relentless condemnations. The overpowering stench of sweat and blood used to fill your nostrils as you were forced to confront opponents far stronger than yourself, all for the perverse amusement of the masses... enduring unspeakable torment that had assaulted your body and mind alike. Such was the brutal reality of the Drow society that had shaped your upbringing. And yet, your tortures were not so different to that of which your lover had suffered at the hands of his old tormentor, Cazador.

The torment you had both endured had left deep scars, which had resulted in your eventual separation. The memory of it lingered, triggering a silent sob from you. In the past, you and Astarion had made the mutual decision to remain ‘just companions,’ driven by guilt over having used each other as shields for your sufferings. It had seemed like the ideal solution, a way to aid in healing. But unbeknownst to either of you, it had only exacerbated the anguish, a truth you both refused to acknowledge, even to yourselves.

At least, not until the events in Cazador's gloomy prison had unfolded.

Your mind, shrouded in darkness, conjured up a vivid and haunting replay of the events...

Your heart had been torn asunder as you had watched Astarion confront his old, wicked master. The anguish inflicted upon Astarion had been unbearable, a raw wound visible in your eyes. Alas, the hunger for power had consumed him, a voracious appetite for ascension that had wrapped around him like a suffocating web. In a mere breath, the Astarion you had known and loved had vanished. The vibrant essence of the witty, sassy, and flamboyant Elven vampire you cherished had been replaced by a feral beast. The sight of his former slaver, now succumbed, bloodied and kneeling, blurred the line between captor and captive.

You recall having exerted every ounce of your strength, having plead with Astarion to resist the seductive pull of power, to spare the lives of the countless thralls and spawn. The weight of this decision had threatened to consume his true self, which would have rendered him unrecognizable. Unimaginable sorrow had consumed you as you had contemplated the magnitude of such a loss.

The anguished cries that had escaped him as he struck down Cazador had reverberated through your being, threatening to shatter your very core. Even though Astarion had eventually yielded to your pleas, a deep resentment had grown within him towards you.

Your mind then shifted to when you and your companions had returned to the Elvensong Tavern nigh your vampiric companion. Your body had trembled uncontrollably, with tears streaming down your face, your sobs wracking your entire being. The weight of your despair had felt like an unbearable burden, threatening to consume you entirely. You remember the painful pounding of your heart in your chest, the rhythm deafening in your ears, and your breath coming in ragged gasps as you struggled to regain control. Halsin’s sudden powerful embrace had provided a sense of stability, and his firm hold had offered a sense of security that you had desperately needed in that moment. He was, in fact, the only companion strong enough to hold your arms to prevent you from burning down the place in your despair. You recalled the surrounding room blurring as your vision had become clouded by tears; the world reduced to a haze of pain and anguish.

The others, your companions, had surrounded you, and eventually their presence had become a comfort amidst the chaos. Their words of reassurance and support had washed over you, their soothing voices attempting to ease the torment that had consumed your mind. Though their words had been barely audible through the fog of your despair, their presence alone provided a sense of unity and shared strength.

Sighing inwardly as you nestled yourself in the crook of Astarion’s shoulder, you remembered that back in that tavern on that night, time had seemed to lose all meaning to you. You had continued to tightly cling to Halsin as he cradled you, and your body had gradually succumbed to exhaustion.

After what had felt like an endless stretch of time, Astarion had finally returned. You recall that the room had been dimly lit by then, and the dancing candle light had cast long shadows on the worn wooden floor. You had heard the faint echoes of his fervent apologies, his voice trembling with remorse. The weight of his rage, which had been directed solely at you, had torn through your heart like a sharp knife. Truly, you hadn’t blamed him. It had been a battle within himself, a struggle to maintain control. Nevertheless, it had still shattered your already delicate heart and mind.

And then you recollected, amidst the heaviness of the situation, he having expressed his gratitude. The words had hung in the air as he had thanked you for rescuing him from the brink of losing his very self. You had saved him from becoming a reflection of the one he despised most in the world. Cazador Szarr.

Late that same night, under the glowing moonlight, he had guided you through the calm silence of the local cemetery. After having reached a secluded plot, he had unveiled a tombstone that had been crafted for him upon his ‘death’ as a mortal elf. The tombstone had stood there, adorned with weathered vines, a testament to the passaging of two long centuries. The air surrounding you both had carried a hint of mustiness and an earthy scent, mingling with the faint aroma of decaying leaves. A chilling breeze had whispered through the graveyard, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Astarion’s voice had broken the silence then, and he described how this tombstone represented not only the end of his previous life in Cazador’s clutches, but also the death of the creature he could have become had he ascended. In that moment, he had realised he was no longer a mere spawn, but finally, truly free.

And as he often reminded you, even now, it had all been because of your unwavering perseverance, infinite patience, and resolute devotion. Your enduring devotion to him. For that, he had fallen profoundly for you and had not hesitated to confess his adoration right in front of his grave. He had not hesitated to guide you down onto the mound of earth, where your bodies soon intertwined with an intense fervour, either.

You remembered the fierce emotions that had flooded your body. Every touch and every caress from Astarion had sent shivers down your spine, electrifying your skin and loins with an unbearable ecstasy. The air around you had seemed to crackle with an intoxicating energy, as if the gods themselves had acknowledged the depth of your connection.

Your breath had hitched with each movement, the anticipation coursing through your veins. The taste of passion had lingered on your lips as a mix of desire and a hint of rebellion. The gritty texture of the earth beneath you had only heightened the rawness of the moment, grounding you in the physicality of your love.

You bit your bottom lip with the memories which now overwhelmed your senses. You felt it all again. With each feverish thrust, the passion had intensified. The heat between your bodies had grown to burning new heights and had wrapped you both in a cocoon of shared desire. Astarion’s touch had ignited a fire within you as his hands had explored every inch of your body with a frenzied hunger. The world around you then had faded into a blur, leaving only the two of you entangled in a dance of unbridled passion.

In that moment, the boundaries of time and place had ceased to exist. Moans and gasps had mingled in the air, a symphony of pleasure and longing as you had moved together with an unspoken understanding.

It had been just you and him in that graveyard, your souls entwined as one. The world could have crumbled around you once again, yet you would have remained oblivious, lost in the sheer intensity of your love.

You trembled at the memory of the last echoes of ecstasy fading away, and the intense heat between your thighs after he had filled you. You had found solace in the knowledge that your devotion had been reciprocated with equal fervor.

As your mind floated back to your present time, you shivered again at the sudden delicious tingle at your junction, a soft moan escaping your lips. You froze, glancing up at your sleeping lover, hoping you had not been loud enough to stir him, but he was as still as the tombstone that adorned his grave. Which brought your salacious thoughts back to that night. That night had cemented your relationship once and for all. He was now yours and you were now his and the both of you had been inseparable since that night two years ago.

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x you #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate fanfiction #astarion daddy #Astarion as a daddy #Astarion and Tav have a child #Nightfall heir #bg3 #dadstarion #astarion x halsin x tav #astarion x dark urge #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction

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spicybardjj · 3 months

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A poly bathstarion sandwich (thank you to @darlingxdragon for coining bathstarion 😂♨️). I can't seem to help myself from rendering these as more than sketches. We'll see how the Karlach x Shadowheart piece in my WIP folder goes lol

Astarion Pose 1 ~ Astartion Pose 2 & 3

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion x halsin x tav #halstarion #polycule #baldurs gate fanart #bathstarion #greco roman inspiration #not sfw #art nude #bg3 brainrot #astarion sandwich #spicybardjj

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thedomesticanthropologist · 3 months

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Yknow

The way Halsin treats your relationship vs how Astarion speaks about the arrangement doesn't really match up

I like the Hinge and how it works but Astarion refers to it as a sex thing, won't hold your "hunger" against you

And within 2 seconds Halsin is like, I'm in love with you you are my heart you are my everything I'll never take you away from anyone and I'll always respect your decisions but the day I tire of you is the day I tire of life

We never get to see Astarion having to get used to what he assumed was you just climbing mount Halsin for a quickie, and I think it would make some interesting dialogue for the epilogue party where Astarion and Halsin both love and honor the PC and want to be with them and they both respect each other but this got really deep really fast all the same and was very much not the little fling that was expected.

That being said it can all be worked out in fanfic, in fandom spaces, but it's odd you can't go back to your first love interest (Astarion) and be like ok just checking in cause he's deadass in love with me and not just banging my brains out yknow

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #astarion x halsin x tav #halstariontav #i like them as an eventual triad #i like them as a hinge #its just got some glaring oddities #halsin #tav #halsin romance

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newtabfics · 6 months

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So I've noticed that Halsin just will hit on you no matter who you romance (yay poly rep actually!) so like...your nasty fav, tav, and halsin maybe? perhaps? Kinda hot, kinda kinky, kinda awooga AWOOGA BARK BARK JFKLDSJFLKSJFLD

You know I had to do Astarion guys.

"Fuck!" He keened as Halsin slowly slid into him.

His face was turned up as her lips found his. He whimpered, thrusting deeper into Tav's warm cunt, shaking as he was sandwiched between the love of his life and the giant of the wood elf Halsin.

"Mmfuck, Darling," He whimpered, shaking as his fangs tingled with need.

Tav kissed the corner of his eye as she rocked her hips. "You're doing so good, Star," She whispered to him. "Do you like this?"

"Yes," He whined, thrusting his hips. Each motion rocked him inside of her and back against Halsin's cock.

Halsin smirked as he watched them moaning softly beneath him. He then slammed hard into Astarion, shoving the vampire into the ranger below him.

Tav and Astarion both moaned softly as Halsin slammed into him, essentially forcing the pale elf into thrusting into Tav. Astarion was lost as he felt himself almost immediately desperate to empty himself into her.

He only regretted losing his ability to think long enough to stop babbling about how much he loved them.

#astarion x halsin x tav #halsin x astarion x tav #poly relationship #astarion x tav #halsin x tav #bg3 astarion #bg3 smut #bg3 halsin #bg3 tav

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littlejuicebox · 4 months

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Nothing wants to come out of my mind besides absolute debauchery right now. I’ve been trying to write a fluff piece for the New Year but we got this instead. Maybe now that it’s out, I can focus on that!

Straight smut below the cut, no plot line or fluff. I apologize; my brain might be broken.

Tags/Warnings: threesome, masturbation, dom Astarion, sub (kinda) Halsin, sub female reader/Tav

Pairing: Halsin x Astarion x F!Reader/Tav

“I’m beginning to think our druid is enjoying this a bit too much, don’t you think, darling? Perhaps we should slow it down just a bit.” Astarion murmurs, flashing you a devilish grin from where his chin is resting on the side of Halsin’s shoulder.

The vampire is sat behind the druid on a small stack of pillows to prop him up slightly, compensating for the other elf’s larger frame. Astarion’s rock-hard dick is prodding into the druid’s back as he observes you bobbing your mouth eagerly on the wood elf’s massive cock. Long, pale fingers release the druid’s nipples from their teasing grip and trace their way down the man’s sides, where the dexterous digits move to push a few strands of hair from your face.

You are on your stomach, lying between Halsin’s legs as you flick your gaze up to the pale elf. You hum your agreement and then release the bear’s length from your lips with a sensual pop. Strings of sticky saliva and precum cling to your tongue as you reluctantly move away from Halsin’s shaft and down towards his balls. You suck on the tender flesh with another little hum, your eyes glancing up again to watch the two elves expectantly.

Halsin is panting with exertion, droplets of sweat now beading his face. His eyes are clasped shut as he tries to regain his composure; this is the second time you two have denied him a release tonight. A soft chuckle escapes the druid’s lips as he feels Astarion wrap an arm around his large torso and slowly start stroking his cock while you continue to focus your attention on his balls.

“Silvanus help me, you two are not playing fair tonight.” Halsin groans as he unintentionally bucks forward to meet Astarion’s leisurely strokes.

The vampire tuts at this loss of control from the druid, punishing him with a tightened fist around the man’s thick shaft. This rips an uncharacteristically needy whine from Halsin’s throat that makes your sex throb in delight. Astarion’s tone is low as he holds the other man’s length in an unyielding hand. “What did I say about holding still, druid?”

You giggle, unable to hold back your shock at the scene before you. It was typically Halsin calling the shots in these situations; having Astarion take the more dominant role and seeing such desperation from Halsin had you positively aching with arousal. The vampire hears your giggle, and his scarlet eyes quickly snap to you, shooting you a warning look that nearly takes your breath away.

“Something funny, little love? Should I take that as a sign you intend to be a brat tonight?”

Your eyes widen as you release Halsin’s sack from your mouth in order to respond to your lover. His admonishment made you positively blush with embarrassment, “No, Astarion.”

“Good girl,” Astarion coos in approval, smirking as he relaxes his grip on Halsin’s prick and resumes his ministrations, “Now come over here, darling, and have a seat on our delicious druid.”

TBC, maybe?

#astarion x tav #baulders gate 3 #baulders gate astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion fic #Astarion Halsin Tav #astarion x halsin x tav #astarion x halsin x reader #halstarion #halsin x astarion x tav #halsin x astarion x reader

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violacee · 5 months

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Tav: Sorry I'm late. I was doing... stuff. And things.

Astarion: I'm stuff.

Halsin: I'm things!

#incorrect quotes #bg3 #baldur's gate #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #tav #astarion #halsin #daddy halsin #astarion x halsin x tav #tav x astarion x halsin

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ashleyinwondrland · 5 months

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I love the idea of Tav x Astarion x Halsin relationship

But it needs to be that Astarion falls for Halsin on his own not because of Tav

And I feel like if Astarion gave Halsin the opening, he would go full Shoresy

Halsin: I’d be so good to ya like crazy

Astarion: How good?

Halsin: like you’d wake up and I’m right there, be’in good to ya

Astarion (chuckling): that’s actually unsettling

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #Halsin #astarion x halsin #astarion x tav x halsin #tav x astarion x halsin #tav x halsin x astarion #halsin x tav x astarion #Halsin x Astarion x Tav #Astarion x Halsin x Tav #there needs to be an easier tag

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its-jaytothemee · 2 months

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A Burden Shared - Part II: Confessions

Pairings: Astarion x Tav, Halsin x Tav, Astarion x Tav x Halsin

Word count: 3,971; Tav and Halsin POVs

Rating: Explicit, 18+

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Summary: A group sparring session turns sour, and Astarion becomes very protective of Tav. Halsin goes to comfort Tav afterwards and ends up confessing some feelings he's had for a while now.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Feelings Confessions, Spoilers for Act 3, Sparring, Protective Astarion, Soft Halsin, Tav needs a fucking hug.

Author's Note: Part 2 of 3! Part 3 will probably take a little more time, but enjoy some sweet Halsin moments in the meantime.

It took all of Tav’s willpower to keep the tears in her eyes until she was out of sight of the camp. As soon as she was confident that no one else could see her, she started to run. She let the tears flow down her cheeks, drying quickly as the air rushed past her face. She ran until she hit the river, stopping to catch her breath. She placed her hands on her knees, her lungs burning as they tried to bring in more air, the blood from the cut on her hand seeping into the leg of her pants. Her nose felt like it had been lit on fire as she tried to inhale. Lae’zel’s words echoed in her ears.

Your weakness will be the ruin of us all. I will have no part of it.

Tav couldn’t hold it in anymore. She picked up a nearby rock and with a scream that took the rest of the air out of her lungs, threw it as far as she could into the river. Picking up rock after rock, she launched each of them into the water in front of her. She yelled into the sky, screaming until her throat was sore. The pain in her nose ripped through her head from the effort. Tears were falling freely from her eyes as she stood on the edge of the chasm that was her crippling self-doubt. There was a truth to Lae’zel’s words. They did stop often to help others, and it did possibly delay them arriving at Baldur’s Gate. She had asked them to use their precious time to help others in need, even though not everyone had agreed. Tav was constantly torn between her desperate desire to help others that were hurting and her obligation to the group of tadpoled adventurers following her. The pain in her head returned, she could feel a small knot forming on the back of her head where Lae’zel had hit her. Finally for a moment, she let her despair consume her. She let herself doubt every decision she had made since the nautiloid. Falling to her knees, cradling her injured arm against her torso, she told herself that she wasn’t the leader her companions needed. She bowed her head down to her chest and just simply let the tears run freely down her face.

***

Halsin stepped carefully through the trees, trying to keep track of where Tav went. By the looks of the ground and bushes around him, she broke into a run shortly after leaving the camp. He had noticed a change in her demeanor over the past few days. She talked less with the others around the fire, she seemed overall less sure of herself. Halsin knew those signs of fatigue well, for he had been battling them for nearly one hundred years until he joined this group. He did what he could to help her without undermining her authority. Providing potions and elixirs to help with stress related maladies, trying to keep her spirits up when they talked. During one of their conversations, he found out that she had a mortal fear of krakens. Although as he assured her, this fear wouldn’t be a problem so long as she didn’t partake in high seas voyages.

He wanted to give her something to lift her spirits though. In his pocket was a small wooden pendant that he carved for her that represented Deep Sashelas, a Seldarine god of the seas. Tav wasn’t particularly religious, but Sashelas was a god who concerned himself with creatures of the deep sea and he thought the gesture would at least make her laugh. The other reason Sashelas came to mind is because he was known to occasionally help those lost at sea. And right now, he felt that Tav could use some help finding her way back to them. As he thought about the small charm he carried, he started to feel slightly anxious. He hoped the gift wouldn’t come off as too forward.

From the moment they freed Thaniel from the grips of the shadow curse, it was as if he saw the entire world in a different light, a light that radiated from Tav. However, she was with Astarion now, and he couldn’t deny that they were good together. He had seen a difference in Astarion lately, no doubt he was also basking in her glow. But Halsin worried that her light was fading after being absorbed into so many others grateful for her help.

Tav had shown an interest in him the first night he stayed at their camp. His entire being at the time was still consumed with grief and guilt. As captivated as he was by her confidence and inviting smile, he denied himself the joy of being with her. At the time, he thought if he wasn’t completely concentrated on only lifting the shadow curse that the solution would be lost to him forever. Now, with Silvanus’ blessing and no small amount of help from his new friends, he was free at last to follow his desires.

The sound of angry screams startled him out of his thoughts. He heard cry after cry mixed with the sounds of something splashing into the water. Once he was closer to the riverbank, he was able to see Tav kneeling on the damp ground, her arm still bloodied from the fight. His chest ached at the sight of her. He wanted so badly to run to her and hold her in his arms, but he had no intention of crossing her boundaries. For now, he would have to contain himself and hope that her feelings for him had not fully faded away. He took a deep breath and called out to her from the bushes.

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“Tav?” A soft, low voice called out behind her. She jumped straight up in the air and turned around.

“Oh. Halsin. You startled me.” Reaching up to quickly wipe the tears from her face, she grimaced when she brushed her likely broken nose. She desperately tried to regain some composure before asking, “Is everything alright?”

“No, Tav. Everything is not alright.” He responded softly.

Her stomach dropped, unable to hide the panic from her face. What else happened? Was someone else hurt? Was it Astarion? Did the fighting continue after she left? Oh Gods, she thought, a thousand scenarios racing through her head.

“You’re hurting. Is it so hard to believe that someone might be concerned for you?” Halsin’s voice remained soft and level.

His response caught her off guard. She pressed her lips into a hard line. Halsin meant well, but she was in the middle of a complete and total meltdown, she didn’t want anyone to see her like this.

“I’m perfectly fine, Halsin.” Her tone coming off much harsher than she meant it to.

“Forgive me, I meant no offense. Would you rather be alone?” He asked, seemingly unaffected by her cold response.

She stood for a moment looking into his concerned face. He’s only trying to help, she told herself. Looking at the dirt at her feet, she could see the small pools of her blood that had formed during her outburst. A couple more tears escaped from her eyes, quickly absorbed into the ground.

“No.” She croaked, her throat still aching from her screams. He smiled at her and walked over to a nearby log, taking a seat. Tav shuffled awkwardly in place before turning back to look over the water.

“So, what are you doing out here?” His voice was light and friendly.

“Skipping rocks.” She grumbled as she hurled another stone into the river. The ripples that spread out from its impact helped soothe her temper.

“Interesting technique.” He chuckled in response. Standing up from his perch, he grabbed a smooth, flat rock and tossed it across the water with a side armed throw. The rock skipped gracefully along the water at least 6 times before splashing below the surface.

“Show off.” Tav mumbled but she was fighting a smile.

“I used to do this quite often, back at the Grove. I find that watching the ripples along the water can calm one’s emotions better than any spell. There was little reprieve from my duties as Archdruid, but standing out in the water, skipping rocks, gave me at least a few precious moments of solace. To have so many looking to you for answers, even when you have none can be a great burden. Even more so for us elves. Others often see our longer lives as a reason to hold more knowledge but that is not always the case.” He paused for a moment, bending down to pick up another stone. “Something tells me that you are starting to feel that burden yourself.”

Tav said nothing in response. He was right of course, the last few days weighed heavily on her shoulders. From learning of the Elder Brain, to defeating Ketheric, to discovering the Dead Three’s involvement, to lifting the shadow curse, to arriving at Baldur’s Gate only to find that they owed their continued survival to a Mind Flayer. She barely had time to process one revelation before another one slapped her across the face. Yet everyone still expected her to recalculate their plans with a moment’s notice. It was exhausting. The sound of another stone bouncing across the river brought her attention back to Halsin.

They stood there at the water’s edge, watching the small waves slowly smooth back out into calm water. Tav looked down at the blood caked along her hand and arm. Now that she had calmed down the cut stung, badly. She tried to close her hand into a fist but drew in a sharp breath at the pain.

“Let me see your hand.” He offered his out to her. She eyed him, suspiciously.

“Humor me, Tav. I don’t like seeing you injured like this. Please.”

She held her injured hand out and placed it in his outstretched palm. He covered it with his other hand, healing the deep wound with a simple spell. Tav took her hand back and wiggled her fingers around, her range of motion restored. She noticed that the cut on her arm had also healed.

“Thank you.” She said quietly.

“It’s no trouble at all, my friend.” He held his hand close to her face. “May I?” She nodded.

Halsin gently placed one hand on her cheek and another on the back of her head. The warmth from his hands slowly faded into the warmth of his healing spell. Tav closed her eyes for a moment, suddenly feeling very tired. The pain slowly dissipated from her nose, and the fog in her mind started to clear with the pain. He slowly pulled away and Tav didn’t realize she had involuntarily leaned into him so heavily. She fell forward, but he caught her with one arm. Standing back up, she blushed slightly.

“Come and sit, let us talk for a while.” He held his other arm out towards the log where he was sitting earlier. She sat down on one edge, stretching her legs out in front of her, suddenly feeling stiff. Halsin took a seat beside her.

“I meant what I said, Tav. Back when I agreed to join your fight. I’m here to help shoulder your burdens and offer my counsel.” His voice was soft and gentle. “You don’t have to do all of this alone.”

Tav placed her hands in her lap and picked lazily at the flakes of dried blood on her healed hand. She felt tears coming back into her eyes.

“They all look to me, Halsin. Everyone here, yourself included.” Her breaths were shaking between words.

“Lae’zel was right. I have no right to call myself a leader, and I didn’t. Everyone just decided that it was me. I don’t want this responsibility.”

“Those who are suited for such roles rarely do. Please believe me when I say that I do not wish to add to your suffering. I trust you, and I trust your judgement. I had no intentions of joining you only to question your leadership.” He smiled at her.

“You and Jaheira have so much more experience than me. I thought maybe with the two of you joining us, the others would seek out other advice rather than just my own. But for some reason they still come to me. Saying it out loud sounds somewhat selfish I guess.” Tav wrung her hands in her lap.

“Your companions come to you because they trust you. As much as Jaheira and I are here to help, we can never fully understand what you are all going through. You do understand. You’re living it alongside them. They’ve watched you selflessly help them all from the moment you met them. I may not be able relieve it entirely, but you know what they say about a burden shared…”

Tav sniffled, more tears running down her cheeks.

“I have no idea what to do next.” She admitted. “I keep hearing Lae’zel’s words over and over in my head. She said my weakness would be the ruin of us all, and what if she’s right? Perhaps I did waste time and resources that could have been spent getting us close to the Absolute on so many others that we’ve met along the way.”

“Lae’zel’s words were harsh, yes. Like every one of our companions, her life has been upended by this Absolute plot. But she was forsaken by her queen, she’s found out that she has been lied to her entire life. All of her teachings, all of her dedication was a deception. Learning of all of this in such a short time has no doubt strained her mind. But I know that she realizes that without you, she would still be living that lie. In truth, I think she respects you a great deal but perhaps doesn’t know how to show it.” Halsin paused, studying her face for a moment before continuing.

“I won’t make excuses for her actions, but when you have known little kindness in your life, it is easier to assume that it is a weakness rather than a strength. Rather than a gift. Regardless of her behavior, you have continued to show her kindness, it will just take time for her to realize exactly what that means.”

Tav suddenly felt embarrassed about her behavior earlier. She shouldn’t have provoked Lae’zel further, her frustration had just gotten the better of her.

“As for your detours, allow me to speak on behalf of everyone who you ‘wasted’ time on. We are eternally grateful for it and would never consider it a waste.” He said softly.

Shame hit her like a punch to the gut.

“Halsin…I didn’t mean…” She stammered. “Of course, I don’t regret helping you I just…” Tears were starting to escape from her eyes again.

“I’m not cut out for this Halsin. I…I was no one before I met all of you. I’m not special I’m just…Tav. I don’t even have a family name anymore. I don’t belong anywhere.” She buried her face in her hands in one last attempt to hide her tears.

Halsin placed his arm around her shoulders. She let herself lean into him.

“Just Tav…” He started with a soft laugh. “'Just Tav’ has saved the lives of everyone in this camp dozens of times over. ‘Just Tav’ saved the entire Grove, full of druids and refugees alike, from Absolute cultists. ‘Just Tav’ swayed Khaga from the Shadow Druids’ influence, something not even I, her teacher, could do. ‘Just Tav’ banished a one hundred year long evil, something thousands of seasoned warriors could not manage. ‘Just Tav’ has brought together the most unlikely group of adventurers to form a true team, dare I say a family. ‘Just Tav’ has given hope to those who have had none for decades.”

Tav looked back up at him, biting her lower lip to keep it from trembling.

“‘Just Tav’ has seen more good deeds done in the short time I’ve known her than in a hundred years before. Do not sell yourself short, my friend. You may think you do not belong anywhere, but I believe you are exactly where you are meant to be. And as for your family name, I’d happily share mine with you if that’s what it took to make you feel that sense of belonging.” It took him a moment to register what he had said, but then his face suddenly turned a very bright shade of red.

“I…I only meant you’ve come to feel like family to me. Erm…I didn’t mean to…it’s just that I don’t have any left family either…” He took his hand off her shoulder and rubbed the back of his head anxiously. Tav couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the blushing display, shocked to see such rapid-fire embarrassment in him.

“It was a sweet gesture, really, but maybe we should hold off on any wedding plans until after we’ve destroyed the Elder Brain.” Tav teased, wiping her eyes. When she looked back at him, she could have sworn that she saw a small hint of sadness in his eyes. Oh. Her smile faded slightly.

Halsin suddenly seemed nervous, pulling lightly at some of the straps on his shirt. He ran his hand over his head and looked at the ground.

“I uh, I realize this might not be the best time to talk about it, but I would like to get something off of my chest, if you don’t mind.” He said softly.

“It’s the least I can do.” She replied with a smile, but her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

“I never properly thanked you for all of your help. Sitting here with you now, I realize that I owe so much to you.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Halsin. And you’ve thanked me constantly.”

“Perhaps, but I would still like to thank you again, earnestly.” He looked back into her eyes, causing her breath to catch.

“Thank you, for helping selflessly, for giving me hope again. Thank you for lifting the veil that covered my life for so long. No matter the circumstances that led to it, no matter what the future holds, I am grateful to have met you Tav.” He continued holding her gaze, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Think nothing of it, Halsin. I was happy to help, I wanted to help.” She smiled back at him.

“You are too modest, by far. You have no idea how extraordinary you truly are.” He reached over and took her hand in both of his. “But I do.” He paused, taking a deep breath.

“I have lived a long time and taken many lovers. My heart does not stir easily, yet it does now.”

Tav stared at him, unable to move, unable to even blink.

“What are you saying?” She asked quietly.

“I’m saying…I want more than fight at your side. I want to lay with you beneath the stars, I want to feel your skin against mine.”

Tav immediately blushed at his words. Staring into his beautiful face, she found it hard to string together a coherent thought. All of her not so innocent fantasies came rushing back to the front of her mind.

“I think you might feel the same,” he started again, “why else would you have been so concerned with whether or not I had a lover before? The party with the tieflings, I wanted nothing more than to accept your offer for companionship but…I wouldn’t allow myself at the time.”

“I…” Tav forced herself to let go of the breath she was holding.

“But more than anything, I do not wish to sour our friendship. If I have misjudged you, just say the word and I will let the matter drop. I just needed to know if there was a chance of us being something more.” He held her gaze the entire time he was speaking.

Halsin hadn’t misjudged her, not in the slightest. The truth is she had flirted with him shamelessly when he first joined their camp. He was handsome, kind, and loving, and Tav had come to really enjoy his company. She started to smile, but then Astarion came into her thoughts. She couldn’t bear the thought of hurting him. As much as she had come to like Halsin, she had fallen hard for Astarion.

“I’d be lying if I said I never thought of this Halsin but…” her guilt was eating away at her insides, “You know there’s someone else now.” He nodded solemnly.

“Astarion, yes. You have both bonded body and soul.” Halsin released her hand slowly. “There cannot be anything between us unless it is with his blessing as well. And I hope one day, his participation.” He gave her a playful grin. She finally realized what Halsin was asking.

“That is of course assuming you would want that.” He continued.

“I…” Her head was spinning again. Halsin was still holding her gaze, his eyes an earnest green sea threatening to swallow her whole.

“I will speak with Astarion.” She responded softly, her smile growing.

“Good…good.” Halsin breathed out a sigh of relief. He sat back up straight, rolling his shoulders and shaking out his arms.

They sat for a moment in slightly awkward silence, neither sure what else they could say.

“So…” Tav started, “About your family name.” Halsin blushed slightly at the mention.

“What is it?” She asked.

“Excuse me?” He still seemed a bit flustered.

“What’s your full name?” She asked.

“Silverbough. It’s Halsin Silverbough.” He replied.

“Well, nice to meet your acquaintance Halsin Silverbough.” She nudged him with her elbow.

“The pleasure’s all mine.” He flashed a dazzling smile at her.

“We should probably head back.” Tav suggested after a moment. Halsin stood up in front of her and held out his hand to help her up. Her legs were still so stiff that even standing with his help was difficult. He started to walk back towards camp but stopped suddenly.

“I almost forgot – I made you something.” He said, reaching into one of his pockets. It was a small, circular wooden pendant with what looked like a dolphin in its center. He gingerly placed the trinket in her hand.

“This is the symbol of Deep Sashelas, an Elven god of the sea. It is said he has dealings with the great monsters of the deep.” He smiled as he closed her fingers around it. “I thought it could protect you from those pesky krakens that haunt your dreams.”

Tav felt a huge smile spread across her face and couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Krakens…the only thing she could think to share with him after he had told her so much about himself.

“It is also said that he can help those lost at sea find their way home.” His voice was much softer now. He gave her hand a light squeeze before turning to head back to camp. Tav turned the pendant over in her hand, it was beautifully carved. Truth be told, she had felt as if she was lost at sea, drifting aimlessly, but now it seemed like she might have a light to guide her back.

“Halsin, wait.” She called after him. He turned around and gave her a puzzled look. She caught up with him and wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a quick hug.

“Thank you…for talking with me.” She said quietly as one of his arms came around her shoulders.

“Anytime.” He replied.

Tav let him lead her back to camp, taking time to consider their conversation, as well as the conversation she promised to have with Astarion.

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astarionsbeloved · 5 months

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Whenever I ask Astarion for a kiss in front of Halsin, Halsin smiles. Sometimes he'll look a little longing; but he is always very interested in what's going on.

I don't think it's _just_ Ny'fein he wants. I've seen it argued that Halsin is interested in player, and their partner (typically Starry, Shadowheart, or Karlach) might be of interest to him later or as a play partner along with Tav. I can't speak to Halsin's reactions to any of the other companions, because I haven't romanced them: I've only ever romanced Astarion and Gale (and gale never into act 2). And the way he watches the interactions with Astarion imply interest.

Or maybe I'm reading way too fucking much into it, but I'm gonna enjoy my read on the situation and their interactions and have a lil bit of joy.

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vixstarria · 4 months

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A night at the inn (part 3)

Vampire bites as an aphrodisiac edition

Part 1 (fluff to smut) ~ Part 2 (just smut) (Is it required reading? Ehh... But you might as well, no?)

This one gets a bit deranged.

Astarion x F!Tav/F!Reader x Halsin

18+, smut, threesome, porn no plot, dirty talk, oral sex, PIV, blood drinking, soft dom Astarion, Astarion being a little shit, Halsin being rudely awakened in order to fuck nasty style again

Approx. 3,000 words this time (I uh... I don't know)

The first thought in your mind when you regained consciousness was “did that really happen?”, along with a flashback to the two elves in and around you. Halsin’s gentle, towering bulk. And Astarion finally allowing you to pleasure him, if only a little bit.

You picked up the sound of Halsin snoring on the other bed. His favoured wildshape was all too fitting - he certainly sounded like a bear now. Weren’t elves supposed to trance? Silently?

...So it happened. It really happened. ...It was going to be an interesting day.

You opened your eyes.

Astarion was already awake, lying beside you and admiring you through his lashes, a light smile on his face. It deepened when you met his gaze.

Your immediate impulse was to ask him about last night, but you held your tongue, instead looking for answers in his eyes.

No darkness, nothing that resembled shame or regret... Only warmth and affection as he softly ran the back of his fingers down your cheek until they reached your chin, to gently tilt it towards him, drawing you for a kiss.

It was soft at first. Just your lips brushing and lingering on each other’s, until with a soft sigh he drew you in deeper.

He traced the inner edge of your upper lip with his tongue. It tickled, and you parted your lips, letting him in. You tried to brush your tongue against his, but he retracted it as soon as you moved. Only once you held still did he return with his tongue, running it in circles around the tip of yours, running it up your tongue’s underside, teasing. It was so distinct, it was almost...

You gasped with a sharp intake of breath when you realised what he was doing.

These were the motions of your tongue on the head of his cock last night. This whole kiss was a vulgar, teasing reminder of what you’d done for him. His way of showing you that he hadn’t forgotten about it, that it’s been on his mind.

Gods... It felt so obscene.

You moaned as he brought your naked body closer to his partially clothed form, holding you close, a fire starting to reignite between your legs already.

His lips split into a grin in the knowledge that you’d caught on, and he broke the kiss, giving you an unabashed look full of lust.

“Will you let me do it again?” you whisper, hoarsely.

“In time...” he replied. “For now there’s more I want to do to you.”

“To me?”

He grinned, mischievously, then glanced at Halsin’s sleeping mass.

“For both of us to do to you, actually. If you want to try something new?”

“Now?”

“Why not?”

“For one, Halsin's still asleep,” you said. Astarion rolled his eyes at you.

“Psst, Halsin. ...Halsin. ...Halsin! ...HALSIN!” Astarion hurled a pillow at the groggy druid, who somehow managed to catch it in midair before it smashed into his face.

“Hmm?” a low rumble reverberated in his chest as he stirred awake.

“Do you want to try something?”

“...What?”

“It’s a yes or no question.”

“...Yes.”

Halsin, still half-asleep, opened his eyes to observe the two of you as Astarion turned back to you, rolling on top and continuing in a louder voice.

“See? Problem solved. Anyway. I was thinking... You say your body stays sensitive around the puncture wounds for a long time after I bite you,” he said, running his fingers delicately along the wounds on your neck.

“It’s still tender,” you nodded, relishing his touch.

“Tender how?” he asked softly, lowering his lips to the marks on your neck.

“It feels... sweet. Like I don’t want you to ever stop touching it,” you said, closing your eyes and revelling in the sensation. “I don’t know how else to describe it.”

“A vampire’s bite has aphrodisiac properties,” offered Halsin. “It is well-known.”

“What if I were to bite you somewhere more... interesting.” Astarion began to kiss further down, grazing you with his fangs without drawing blood. Halsin, more awake now, propped himself up on his elbow to lie on his side.

“Where?” you breathed as Astarion continued on his way down, pausing to suck on a nipple. He only smiled and kept trailing soft kisses down your stomach, gradually pulling the covers off you as he went lower, until he reached your upper inner thighs.

“What if...” he purred, starting to run his tongue along your outer folds, making you moan and spread your legs wider for him. “I left a gentle little bite right here...” He continued to run his tongue on your skin, just between your opening and your thigh. “Do you think you would like that..?” Before you could answer, he added: “Oh, and it’s incredibly distracting when you’re so wet while I’m trying to talk to you,” before plunging his tongue inside you as you gasped.

“Did you wake me merely so I could watch?” Halsin asked, reaching down to stroke his growing erection.

Astarion gestured for him to wait.

“Do it,” you moaned. “Bite me there.”

Astarion continued to lap at your hole, running his hands along your thighs, holding them open.

“Stop teasing, damn you!” you hissed.

Astarion chuckled and moved his head to lick you just outside your opening, sucking your lip into his mouth. Suddenly his grip on your thighs tightened and before you knew it, you felt a sharp icy pang. You whined as he continued to suck, this time drawing blood. The pain quickly dissipated and turned into a titillating sensation that spread throughout your sex.

Astarion lifted his head, sitting up and inserting two fingers into you.

“Now how does that feel, darling?”

“Good... So good...” you groaned, spreading your legs wider for him, bucking your hips to ride his fingers. It felt like an insatiable, throbbing itch, his fingers your only salvation.

“I must tell you,” you heard Halsin. “I overheard some of your remarks about wood elves earlier. And you would do well to trust me that few of my brethren are as depraved as you.”

Astarion ignored the druid, absorbed in watching you writhe.

“Do you like it? Do you want more? You do, don’t you... We can give you more...” You whimpered as Astarion continued to slowly fuck you with his fingers. “But first... What if I bite you somewhere else?”

His tongue returned between your legs, licking higher and higher, until it circled your bundle of nerves.

“Just a tiny little nick, right above your sweet nub. I’ll be very careful, I promise,” he murmured right against your clit, in between licks, as you mewled. “I’ll be gentle... And then I’ll kiss it better. I’ll kiss it, lick it, suck it better...”

“I stand corrected... None of my people can rival you in perversion,” said Halsin.

Meanwhile, your fingers were tangled in Astarion’s hair as he continued to tease you with his fingers and tongue. As good as it felt, the only word in your mind was ‘more’.

“Do it,” you say, hoarsely. “I want to know how it feels.”

Astarion chuckled, turning to Halsin.

“You druids have an intrinsic urge to tend to helpless creatures in need, do you not?” Astarion said, as Halsin continued to stroke himself. “This helpless creature is about to be in great need.” He looked up at you, hungrily. “Try to hold still, my love.”

This time the pang made you yelp and lurch up in shock, your hands grabbing at the bedsheets. But the pain subsided as quickly as it came on, replaced by an unquenchable burning need.

It throbbed. It pulsed. It begged to be touched.

Astarion did as he promised licking and sucking on your clit, his cool tongue like a salve, but before you could find any kind of release, he abruptly rose, pinning your arms above your head as you groaned in protest.

“My, look at this predicament you’ve gotten yourself into again, pet...”

“Please... please... anything... I’ll do anything you say.” you begged. Your need could not be ignored like this. You tried to squeeze your legs together for some friction, but he was keeping your legs spread open with his own thighs. Maybe if you told him what you wanted he would cut this agony short..? “Touch me... Fuck me... Anything..!”

“What did I tell you?” he said, turning to Halsin. “But my sweet,” he said turning back to you. “You said you wanted to know what it felt like. Maybe we should leave you like this so you can study and savour the sensation.”

“Astarion?” you managed, swallowing hard.

“Yes, darling?”

“Fuck you, Astarion,” you hissed through your teeth. You turned to the druid, looking him in the eyes and bucking your hips in desperation. “Halsin..?”

“Give her to me,” the druid growled.

“Oh no! There will be no mutiny! Make no mistake, I’m still the one calling the shots here,” Astarion laughed. “...But seeing as you’re all so eager – sure.” He released your hands and raised you into a sitting position. “On the edge of the bed,” he gestured to Halsin, the druid complying without another word. “And you...” he held you by your jaw, his voice lowering. “I’ll let that slip by, but if you want me to allow you any relief, you will behave.”

You nodded, whimpering.

“Now do you want to ride his cock?”

“Yes,” you panted. Astarion just raised an eyebrow and didn’t make a move. “Yes, please, can I?”

“She’s yours,” he said to Halsin, with a smirk.

Suddenly you were lifted and found yourself on the druid’s lap on the opposite bed, your back against him, both of you facing Astarion.

“You can fuck that needy hole of hers all you want, but don’t touch her between her legs,” he said, reclining to admire his handiwork.

You were gliding your slit along Halsin’s shaft, covering his erection with your juices. It was something, but not nearly enough.

Halsin lifted you and began to ease you onto his cock, once again slowly, inch by inch.

“You don’t need to be so gentle,” you groaned.

“No no, slow and gentle is exactly what she deserves right now,” Astarion interjected, as you swore under your breath. “And don’t you dare touch yourself,” he said to you. You knew better than to defy him, and clutched at Halsin instead.

Halsin’s hands remained on the undersides of your thighs, your legs opened wide for Astarion’s devouring eyes, gripping you as he worked his cock inside you, raising and lowering your body along his length. It was agonisingly slow, and though it appeased the itch from Astarion’s lower bite, somewhat, it did nothing for your throbbing clit.

“You said you’d kiss it better, you fucking liar,” you threw at Astarion, your voice thick.

“What did I say about behaving?” said Astarion.

“Astarion, it hurts without you,” you groaned. “Please? My love..? I’m begging you.”

Astarion sighed dramatically, finally getting off the bed to kneel on the floor in front of you.

“Well we don’t want you in pain,” he murmured.

Finally, you felt Astarion’s mouth on your swollen sex, as he stroked your clit with his tongue. A moan tore from your throat as Halsin sped up the bucking of his hips, his thrusts in time with the strokes of Astarion’s tongue. This. This was what you had been craving so badly. The druid stretched and filled you completely, while Astarion’s tongue brought you to the edge of madness. And you could do absolutely nothing but accept and embrace what was happening to you. It wasn’t long before your whole body convulsed with the force of your orgasm, Halsin holding you tightly against him.

Once you’d regained your senses, you noticed that somewhere along the way Astarion had completely discarded his pants, and was now stroking himself with one hand, as he rubbed a thumb over your oversensitive clit.

“Hmm,” he hummed, studying it. “I don’t think it’s better yet.”

You nearly screamed as he went right back to sucking on it, alternating that with quick flicks of his tongue.

“Shh, sweet one...” Halsin breathed in your ear, placing a hand over your mouth, and lifting your hand into his hair with the other. “Yank on it hard if it’s too much. Can you do that?” You whimpered a ‘mmhmm’ as you grabbed a fistful.

Halsin leaned back on the bed so you were half-lying on top of him, your head thrown over his shoulder, as Astarion held your thighs open.

Astarion showed you no mercy as he lapped at you. Halsin sped up again, as you let out keening moans into his hand, losing your mind. There was no easing and relaxing into this - this orgasm was forced out of you, and you loved every second of it. Within a minute you came again, your thighs twitching violently.

Halsin groaned as you spasmed around him again.

“I cannot do this anymore... If she clenches around me like that again I will lose it.”

The druid slipped out of you and you were once again gliding along the length of his shaft, rubbing yourself against it.

Astarion lifted his mouth from you, wiping your wetness from his chin, as Halsin raised you back into a sitting position.

“He’s been so very patient with you, pet. Do you want to show your appreciation?”

“How?” you whispered, licking your lips.

“I think you already know how,” he murmured. “Come here. On your knees.”

You all but collapsed on the floor next to Astarion, your legs unsteady, looking up at Halsin.

“Taste him,” Astarion encouraged you. “You haven’t yet.”

“Oakfather preserve me,” Halsin groaned as you took his engorged, leaking cock into your hand. You were facing a dilemma. You didn’t think you could fit him into your mouth without dislocating your jaw. Instead you began by licking your juices off his length, savouring your own taste.

“Good girl,” Astarion purred next to you, sliding two fingers into your still throbbing pussy, as he stroked himself with his other hand.

You moaned and moved up to the head of Halsin’s cock with your mouth, licking up his precum, as the druid brushed your hair off your face and held it back for you. No, this wasn’t going to work. Instead you worked him with your hand as you moved down to lick and suck on his balls.

“I’m close,” Halsin groaned, throwing his head back, his fingernails scraping against your scalp.

“Suck on the head,” Astarion whispered beside you, continuing to dig his fingers into you, rougher now. “You can manage it.”

You moaned as you worked the tip of his penis into your mouth, slurping and sucking around it, wetly. This much you could do.

“Good...” Astarion whispered hoarsely, moving behind you. He was starting to shudder as he bit down on your shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood, continuing his efforts to tear another orgasm out of you. He couldn’t have been far himself. “Make him come.”

Halsin’s cock twitched and pulsed in warning as you continued, the druid’s grip on your hair tightening.

“Swallow,” Astarion commanded, just as the druid finally spilled in your mouth. You glimpsed a few more strokes of Astarion’s hand from the corner of your eye, and you felt Astarion’s spend land in spurts on your back.

You sat back with a frustrated groan. His fingers inside you hadn’t been enough.

“My poor little minx...” Astarion murmured, catching his breath, kissing your neck up to your ear from behind you. “I know what you need. You’ve earned it.” He moved his hand to finally rub your clit again, massaging it roughly and deliberately. “Can you come for me one more time?” he whispered in your ear. “And here, let me taste him too.”

You came completely undone once Astarion’s tongue swirled hungrily against yours, as he continued to methodically work on your swollen clit, moaning and whimpering into his mouth through your climax.

“I don’t think I can walk,” you said a short while later, relaxing in Astarion’s embrace after he'd cleaned the better part of your combined cum from your body. It was mid-morning by then. Miraculously, no one had come to bang on your door to try to get a move on, but then again anyone in the vicinity of the room would’ve immediately understood what was happening inside.

“Shall I go tell everyone you’re unwell, darling?” Astarion asked with a grin.

“Don’t you fucking dare speak to anyone about this or me, you’re staying right here,” you said as he laughed “...I don’t think they will be impressed that we’re all delayed because I’ve been fucked into incapacity,” you added.

“Oh on the contrary, I think they will be VERY impressed,“ said Astarion.

“I’ll go tell them you’re currently indisposed. ...A tad more tactfully. And I’ll see to it that a bath is prepared for you,” said Halsin, getting up and getting dressed.

“Thank you, Halsin... You are a blessing,” you said, shutting your eyes and falling back against Astarion as he left kisses along the side of your face.

Halsin hesitated at the door.

“Before I leave this room, I must know... Once this door shuts behind me, is... this-” he gestured at the three of you, “staying behind as well? Or can the future hold something for us?” The druid would accept whichever answer you gave him, but you could tell he was a hair’s breadth from a pained expression.

You and Astarion exchanged a look. You had gotten good at silent communication. It was Astarion who finally spoke.

“It doesn’t have to stay behind. You’ve been better for us than you might realize,” he shook his head with a small smile. “But let’s talk about that later.”

“I am glad,” Halsin said, smiling, before leaving.

“You think catnip is difficult to live down?” You groaned again, once Halsin was gone, twisting and hiding your face in Astarion’s neck.

“You should be proud,” he chuckled, hugging you tighter. “How do you feel..?”

“Fine, right now... It still throbs a bit, but I can ignore it. But it's been coming on in waves, I don’t know if there’s another coming or how big it might be.”

“Let me know if one does, I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, kissing you.

“Astarion?” you murmured, breaking the kiss.

“Hmm?”

“Can we do this again? Just the two of us? Later.”

You both knew what you meant by ‘later’.

“Greedy...” he smiled. “But yes. Once all this is behind us and we can just lounge in bed all day and night.”

“I can’t wait,” you whispered.

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peculiar-monstar · 8 months

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Anyone have any Astarion x Tav fics that's prey play?

My tav is a druid and I can totally see them flirting in the woods, him chasing after them and enjoying the evening that way or Halsin x druid Tav with the same plot?

Or Astarion x Halsin x tav... plz y'all I have a need 🙏

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azukiel · 5 months

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Nightfall Heir Chapter 9

🔞 MDNI 🔞 NSFW

Warnings (as a whole): Explicit sexual content, Graphic descriptions of violence, PTSD, Angst, Blood kink, Kidnapping, Pregnancy and Childbirth

⭐Here is the story on Archive of Our Own ⭐

You and your vampiric lover, Astarion, had been nigh inseparable since coming back together. Yet a certain turn of events saw to your kidnapping and then... to your unexpected pregnancy.

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It was almost dawn by the time Astarion and the others returned to the house. Of which day, though, you were not to know. You had been still slipping in and out of consciousness. Halsin put you into a deeper, more restful slumber so that your dreams would not torment you and you could heal better.

Astarion and the others were visibly exhausted as they stumbled in through the front door, their armour dripping with sweat and copious amounts of sanguine fluids. The others in the group, however, looked paler than the vampiric-elf himself.

“What happened? Are you all ok?” Shadowheart’s voice was full of worry.

Gale nodded, his hands were still trembling. “Our bodies are unscathed, mostly. But... it is going to take a while longer to erase what happened from our minds.”

Shadowheart and Halsin looked at them, confused. Astarion’s gaze was austere and brooding.

“Carnage. Pure, bloody fucking carnage!” Karlach piped up then, her voice rather one of excitement, as she was still giddy from the event.

“Honestly, Astarion,” Lae’zel continued, a somewhat proud look on her face, “I knew all had reason to fear you, but this night truly emphasized that fact.”

“They had it coming.” Was all Astarion replied as he looked over at you, his eyes drooping with a deep anguish.

“How is she?” His voice came out small, almost meek.

Halsin looked sympathetically back at him. He put his hand on his younger counterpart’s shoulder and squeezed gently, trying to calm his nerves. “As well as could be expected. She should recover.”

Astarion’s breath escaped him, and tears began to cascade down his pale features, streaking rivulets through the caked blood and grime on his face. The others looked at each other knowingly before looking back at Astarion, their eyes full of sympathy and understanding.

“We will go to barracks and clean up there.” Wyll spoke once more. “We will return later, after we’ve all had some rest and recuperation.”

Halsin nodded in agreement to Wyll’s suggestion, and as they all filed back out the door, they either patted Astarion on the back or shoulder in reassurance, showing their understanding.

“We already bathed here. I hope you do not mind.” Shadowheart spoke up after a few moments when Wyll, Karlach, Gale, and Lae’zel had left.

“No..no, of course not.” Astarion smiled faintly, attempting some form of decorum. Yet, he could not help but sob within his attempts to remain composed.

“It is alright to weep, my friend.” Halsin patted him on the shoulder again. “It’s healthier to let it out than to keep it all pent up inside.”

“I know...” Astarion seemed more frustrated by himself than anything. “We could not find her...” His teeth gritted as flashes of what had occurred that night flooded his mind.

“Who, Astarion?”

“Faceless.” His tone was bitter, angered and frustrated as he balled his hands at his sides. “She escaped... that fucking murderous bitch escaped... left the remnants of her coven to meet my blades. And meet my blades, they did. I gorged on their blood and left their innards sprawled along the walls and their limbs strewn along the floors. Faceless will have nothing but the entrails of her comrades to return to. And when she returns, I will hunt her. I will hunt her to the ends of Faerûn and rip her fucking throat out.”

With each spoken word, his anger only intensified. Shadowheart put her hand upon his arm to calm his ever-growing ire. The tears only cascaded faster down his cheeks then, creating muddy paths from their mingling with the crimson life force of the fallen.

“She will pay, my friend,” she tried to soothe him, yet even her voice shook with rage. “But now you must clean yourself up and get some rest. I am sure Tav will recover quicker with you close to her.”

Astarion wiped his wet face roughly, not bothering to address his utter shame at his outbursts. In a way, he found it almost relieving that his companions saw his weaknesses and felt them as he did. After all, they had been through countless trials together. He knew their allegiance would never wane. That thought alone caused his sobs to abate and gave way to some semblance of peace.

“Indeed,” Halsin concurred. “Rest yourself for now. Shadowheart and I shall rest soon after.”

Astarion nodded. “The guest rooms are at your disposal. And thank you. Thank you both for everything you have done for her. I don’t know how to repay you.”

“Repayment is not needed. It’s what friends are for.” Halsin responded with a kind smile.

“Exactly.” Shadowheart reiterated. “You both would not hesitate to do the same for any of us.”

Astarion flushed through the blood and grime that streaked his porcelain features. “Indeed, we would. Now please, go rest. I will wash up and take vigil over her.”

Halsin nodded in agreement as he stifled a yawn. Looking out the doors of your balcony, he could see the hint of sun coming over the horizon.

“Lathander is bringing upon a new day, Astarion. Did you happen to find her ring?”

Astarion’s tired eyes shot open in remembrance. Shoving his hand in under his leather Drow armour, he bought out the ring... still attached to a rather pointed finger. Halsin and Shadowheart’s mouths dropped agape.

Astarion pulled the ring off the finger and stared at the finger with disgust.

“I was able to cut it off the bitch’s hand before she escaped,” he explained. Taking a deep waft of the finger’s scent, he promptly threw it out the open door with such force it flew far enough to fall into the river, which flowed at the far end of the garden.

“Now I will remember the cunt’s scent. I will hunt her down and destroy her if it is the last thing I do.” His face once more filled with rage and resolve, causing Halsin to look at Shadowheart with a concerned expression. They knew Astarion would keep to his word. He was resolute and stubborn like that. Alas, Astarion now, of all times, needed to be re-centered, especially now that you, his beloved, were with child.

“Astarion,” Halsin began calmly, “go and clean yourself up. When you’re done, you and I need to have a talk.”

Astarion’s expression turned to one of confusion then, but he did not question the Archdruid’s command, and went to do what he was told.

When he returned after a while, Shadowheart was now downstairs in one of the guestrooms asleep, and Halsin was sitting on the chair he had brought into the main bedroom, watching you as you slept. Upon entering the room, Halsin looked up at him with a tired but warm smile.

“Take a seat,” he motioned to the side of the bed. Astarion did so, looking down at you for a moment before he refocussed his attention on the much bigger elf.

Halsin leaned forward and gently placed the palm of his hand on your stomach, and this time, Astarion noted his action.

He squinted slightly as he spoke, “What... what are you doing?” Astarion asked, confused.

Halsin smiled broadly this time, making Astarion suddenly grow uneasy at his obvious joy.

“My hand is not merely upon her stomach...” the druid began, smiling calmly.

Astarion blinked hard, still very befuddled. “Speak plainly, Halsin,” he demanded, a slight frown knotting his brow.

Halsin tilted his head for a moment before answering. “There is something you need to know about Tav, something she was not aware of, or too shocked and afraid to tell you.”

Astarion’s mind had churned rapidly, all of Halsin’s words spinning into a chaotic clutter in his head.

“Is she dying, Halsin?! Is that what you are telling me?”

Halsin could not help but chuckle softly at Astarion’s conclusion.

“No, my dear friend,” he reassured. “She is quite the contrary.”

Astarion blinked hard again. “What, Halsin?! What in the Nine Hells is it?”

“She is with child.”

Astarion just stared at Halsin in pure and utter disbelief, and Halsin kept a level and sympathetic gaze with him as the news settled upon Astarion’s fraying senses.

“How is that... that possible? I’m technically... dead!”

“Undead.” Halsin corrected with a grin. “But undead can procreate when coupled with life.”

“Wh... what?” Astarion stuttered, his eyes wide and still clouded with confusion.

“Dhampir.” Halsin stated.

Astarion’s lip drooped as he continued to look blankly, the words not yet settling in his tired mind.

Halsin cupped Astarion’s shaking hand with his large palm and guided his hand to the very tiny bump of your abdomen, leaving Astarion’s cold fingers resting gently there.

“Close your eyes, my friend. Let me guide you.”

Astarion complied with Halsin’s request. As instructed, his eyelids fluttered closed.

“Focus all of your senses on her. Feel every sensation within reach. Close yours around your little babe here inside; let nothing else distract from their presence.”

It was barely perceptible, but to a vampire’s keen wits and the help of Halsin’s magic, the ever-so-faint essence of a new soul graced Astarion’s senses. His eyes shot open, his mouth fell slightly agape. How had he not sensed this before? Had he been so wrapped up with his carnal pleasures with you for him to have noticed? Then why had he not noticed during normal times? Surely he had not been that distracted?

“Now the real work begins, my friend.” Halsin grinned.

Astarion snapped back to reality, the daze within him beginning to lift. His face still looked stunned, like an anvil had slammed into his forehead. Were those tears he could feel stinging the corner of his eyes?

“What exactly are you insinuating?” Astarion queried hesitantly, afraid of what Halsin may reply, feeling nervous about whatever news the Archdruid was about to relay to him. Astarion knew almost nothing of children, childbirth, or even child-rearing. Whatever little he had learnt was from all your previous interactions with them back in camp and at the new orphanage Halsin had established in what were the old Shadowlands - now Lightlands - as Halsin had nicknamed it. But babies? No. Absolutely nothing. Though contemplating, or perhaps lamenting at the inability to have children with you had crossed his mind on more than one occasion.

“Besides hunting down and destroying that woman that haunts us all... you will have to be the spearhead that guides and supports Tavrin through the emotional and bodily changes she will experience with her pregnancy and then the pains of childbirth, for her sake, and the safety of the babe’s.”

Halsin’s words came down like a sledgehammer. Astarion’s jaw clenched immediately. He suddenly found himself dumbfounded, his speech almost robbed by the notion of becoming a parent. Him, a parent?

He looked between your sleeping form and Halsin, who was now eyeing him inquisitively.

“Is...is this real? There’s absolutely no mistake?”

Halsin sighed and his jaw tensed. “Of course, this is no mistake, Astarion. You are going to be a father.”

“Me?” Astarion’s voice quivered coarsely.

Halsin chuckled. “Of course, you. Who else?”

Astarion then eyed the Archdruid, causing the bear of an elf to blush and clear his throat.

“My friend, the three of us have not continued our secret tryst in quite some time. Of course you are the father. Tav would have it no other way.”

“I...am going to be a father...” The words rolled out of Astarion’s lips as easily as the salt of his tears that now rolled down his cheeks. He broke into a bright and joyful smile as the tears kept flowing. Leaning over, Astarion embraced Halsin tightly, making the larger man blush furiously. But he did not repel from the embrace, but rather relished in it. He cared deeply for the both of you, and perhaps missed the naughty nights the three of you spent with each other on the odd occasion. Halsin hoped, truly, that you would find yourselves living in peace with this child and that Faceless would no longer hound you and continue to threaten the happiness you two had built together. But the threat she still posed lingered darkly in all your minds.

Both pulling away gently, Astarion wiped his dampened eyes with his sleeve. “I’m still having a hard time believing it. I mean, I do now but... everything I had learnt about vampirism and my kind, which was very little, came from Cazador. He ensured the shroud was kept pulled well over our eyes. Being undead and all, I thought it would be impossible for us to conceive children. I now stand corrected.”

Halsin nodded, relieved that he was gradually opening up about it.

“There is one thing I know, though.” Halsin began. “Only true vampires are able to conceive with other humanoid creatures, and now that Cazador is out of the picture, well, technically, you are now a true vampire.”

Astarion pondered on Halsin’s words for a moment. “You are right...”

“Have you and Tavrin discussed offspring at all before, by any chance?” Halsin smiled softly. “Even briefly?”

“No...” Astarion paused for a moment, gazing tenderly at the smooth features of your bruised and battered face, “But honestly... it has crossed my mind on more than one occasion.”

“This can only mean one thing,” Halsin deduced as he shifted to take hold of Astarion’s chin, forcing him to avert his loving gaze away from your body to meet his. “The gods have spoken.” Halsin let go of him, a mischievous grin slipping across his broad chin.

Astarion could not help but chuckle. “I did not take you for being the teasing type, Halsin.”

“I guess the children’s humour has rubbed off on me,” he laughed as he referred to the many children that were keeping Thaniel and Oliver company back at the orphanage. “And soon there will be the pitter-patter of a little Astarion and Tavrin running around! Gods be willing, perhaps many pitter-patters of tiny feet to fill your new home!”

Astarion sat back and blinked. “Multiple offspring?”

“If you both remain busy.” Halsin teased further.

Astarion gulped. “Ah.. well, then I hope I shall live to see these ‘pitter-pattering of feet’, as you put it.”

Halsin laughed and clapped Astarion across the back jovially. “Don’t be so forlorn, my friend. All will be well with us watching over each other.”

“I know. It’s just that... I’m still reeling from all that has happened and now with this bombshell... I don’t know what to think. But I have to thank you again, Halsin, for everything. I have to thank all of you, to be honest, but you especially. I never would have thought I would have bonded with a bear of a druid so well.” He laughed at the motion, causing Halsin himself to chuckle.

“And me being a disciple of the Oak-father, never would have thought I would have coupled with an undead and a drow from the Underdark, for that matter, but here we are!”

Astarion went silent and looked thoughtfully towards his love. “Speaking of couplings...” Astarion trailed off. “Would you endure one more favour for me?”

Halsin blinked. “Oh?” He looked at Astarion curiously, his own heart beginning to pound in his chest. “A-another threesome?”

Astarion chuckled cheekily, shaking his head in amusement. “Well, I would not say no to that, but we must wait to see what our beloved Tav has to say.” His eyes narrowed on Halsin, and his grin turned salacious. “Though I am sure she would not abhor the thought. The nights the three of us have spent fucking till the morning birds sang sure were deliciously fun.”

Halsin felt his cheeks heat at the memories. They had been, indeed.

“But that is a favour for perhaps another time,” Astarion continued, his tone becoming more serious once again.

“All this cultist blood I gorged on has made me feel somewhat sick to the stomach. My palette needs cleansing and well,” he looked back down at you. “With Tav in such a state, obviously I cannot feed from her...”

“You want to feed from me?” Halsin raised a thick eyebrow.

“Only for a few moments. Just enough to get this foul blood flushed through my system and to curb the worst of my hunger. And well, with our history of the three of us... I thought perhaps you might be willing to share just a little of your healing with me?”

Halsin’s smile then took Astarion aback. He was not expecting the Archdruid to actually agree.

“As a druid, it is my duty to regenerate life. If I can give you life anew, then I will do so by whatever means necessary, my friend.”

“I never would have imagined the Oak-father to endorse such decadence between us...” Astarion started, unable to hide his amusement, yet his voice turned grave. “That is, if he actually does, of course. Not like I care, but you…”

Halsin drew Astarion in close then, much to the vampiric-elf’s shock. He pulled away just far enough to stare Astarion in his faint crimson eyes.

“Life is life, Astarion,” he murmured, a low growl entering his voice. “To celebrate giving life in whatever form one might encounter should be reason enough to bring a smile to anyone’s lips.”

The fire in Halsin’s voice stirred both fear and lust in Astarion. Yes, the three of you had some... heated interactions in the past, but this time... something felt different. Was it perhaps the emotions stirred from discovering about the unborn child, or was it merely because Halsin and his power were both desirable and dangerous and incredibly alluring, or a bit of everything, really? Either way, his cock was starting to feel tight.

Halsin placed his finger firmly beneath Astarion’s chin. “Tavrin is fast asleep and well,” his finger left his chin then and traced a trail along your elegant jaw.

His voice dropped to a seductive whisper. “As the Oak-father made me a protector and a healer of the woodlands, it would be an absolute sin not to bless your carnal thirst with my own essence of life.”

Astarion squirmed in his spot and gripped his thighs tightly. That sentence alone was enough to make him grow fully hard beneath his leather trousers. Halsin, knowingly, grinned.

“That will have to wait until Tav gives us all permission, if she has the will or needs to do so,” he added as he looked at Astarion’s growing arousal.

Halsin looked away then, pushing down his own growing lust that he felt towards you both. He could not help but reminisce on the beauty of you taking hold of him, and the desire to embrace you again as he had the past times the three of you were in bed together. He could not help but shiver at the desire to have Astarion covet him with affections once more. The three of you in a sweaty, tangled mess, riding each other into oblivion, moaning and crying your praises of each other. How his mind wanted him to believe it could happen then, but with your safety a constant priority, and you currently teetering between the Abyss and the divine, Halsin would not break his promise to the Woodland Whisperer to look after you and the child within your womb first.

Astarion nodded, and a sudden guilt gripped him. “I won’t feed from you without her permission, despite my own predicament right now.” He looked down at his hardened member as it pressed against its trappings, and his brow furrowed. “I do not want to betray her. I would never...”

“I understand your sentiments,” Halsin reassured gently.

“Though I must remind you rather amusingly that it was her who initiated our little... understanding.”

Astarion could not help but chuckle then. He could remember it well. “Oh trust me, I know. And I’ll have you know, that of all of you that had tried to woo her and get into her panties at one point or another, which is all of you to be honest, you are the only one I was willing to accept aside from myself, of course.”

Halsin laughed jovially. “And I am honoured, my friend.” He glanced down again at Astarion’s tented crotch pressing up painfully under those tight leather pants. He fought his continued urges to ease the Elven vampire out of his troubles.

“Now, I think we all need to sleep,” he began, once more pushing such lurid thoughts from his mind. “Put the Eclipsed Radiance back on her finger lest you lose it and then get some rest. We can all talk again after we’ve rested enough.”

“Yes, of course.” Astarion cleared his throat as he took the ring from his clean shirt pocket and slipped it back onto your ring finger. As he did so, Halsin had stood to close the doors and curtains.

“Sleep well, Astarion.” The bear of a druid squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. “And remember, all will be well.”

Astarion nodded. “Thank you again, Halsin, for everything. I owe you all a great debt.”

Halsin smiled gently. “You owe us nothing, my friend.” And with those words, he left your bedroom, closing the door behind him gently.

Sighing, Astarion slipped under the blankets and curled up beside you, watching your plump chest rise and fall from your breathing. Though your breath was still somewhat laboured, Halsin and Shadowheart’s healing was repairing you slowly. And for that, Astarion was eternally grateful.

Gently, he reached his arm over you to place his hand once more upon your stomach, focussing his senses and energy as Halsin had shown him.

After a few minutes of silence, you inhaled deeply and groaned, but remained in slumber.

Astarion stiffened as your breath rattled against his ears, and his senses focused back on your breathing.

“Just sleep, my dear. Sleep.” His words came out like a gentle plea.

With your steady and comforting breathing resuming, he felt assured that everything was finally calm. As he pressed his chest up against your sleeping form, his face rested gently against yours. Again, he focussed his senses to where his hand rested upon your belly, and a great warmth filled his entire being. He could feel them; the life that grew in you. He could now smell them, too, and tears welled up in his eyes again at the notion that all this was possible. Even though he had considered offspring before, he had never thought to bring it up to you, as he had always thought it impossible. You yourself had never mentioned children, either. Perhaps the both of you were too afraid or embarrassed to discuss it.

But it was real now, and his happiness swelled in his chest and he smiled at you sleeping beside him. If you would let him, he would love nothing more than to father more children with you one day. How he would manage running around with a gaggle of mini versions of you and himself he could not quite comprehend yet, but if it was with you, then he would manage. And with that thought lingering on his drowsy mind, he would strive to be the best father and partner that he could be.

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