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faerievampling · 4 months

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A Night to Remember

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Minors, DNI.

Summary: You, Halsin, and Astarion have a threesome.

pairing: Halsin x Astarion x Female Tav

Warnings: 18+, Light Bondage. Dom Astarion (kinda). fingering. cunnilingus. PiV. Creampie. Anal.

Word Count: 3.3k

(This is my first time ever writing smut and fan-fiction. Please be nice but I hope you enjoy!)

The rest of the camp had cleared out for the night, leaving you and your lovers, Astarion and Halsin, alone in your suite at the Elfsong Tavern. You briefly wonder if this had been planned; but before you even have time to explore the thought, your suspicions are confirmed when you see the look in Halsin’s eyes as he approaches you.

“My heart,” Halsin takes your hand in his and pulls you to him. The feeling of his strong chest against your breasts makes you gasp. “Come here, to me.” Halsin lowers his head and you feel his warmth as he brushes his lips lightly against yours, causing you to sigh in anticipation. Halsin’s lips are on you now, and as he deepens the kiss you feel the soft heat of his tongue as it caresses your own.

You take a moment to breathe him in before you pull away, your cheeks surely flushed. Astarion is still in the room, and for a moment, you feel a bit insecure about kissing Halsin in front of him. Not like you hadn’t done it before - you and Halsin have shared a kiss here and there in front of your vampire, but this was different.

There is a hunger in Halsin’s eyes, and you can feel the growth of his large cock against your belly button, which is likely where it would reach if he was inside you right now, you think.

“Don’t mind me, darling. It’s alright.” You feel the familiar touch of Astarion’s cool fingers on your neck, brushing your hair aside. Astarion presses his lips on your pulse point, causing a shiver to run through your body.

At this point, the reality of your predicament dawns on you: you are now between your two lovers, and you can’t hide the blush that rises to your cheeks and chest. You can already feel your pulsating and swollen desire, right between your legs. You squeeze your thighs together in a pathetic attempt to relieve yourself, but it is futile.

You turn your head to meet Astarion’s gaze, looking for support. He plants a lustful kiss on your lips before looking back to Halsin, silently encouraging you to continue. Astarion’s lips and tongue are so sweet, and you already want more of him.

But when Halsin’s lips crash into you, your cunt flutters as your body reacts to the big druid. His tongue dances with your own, causing ripples of heat to surge through your entire body. Your cunt is already clenching again, and you desperately wish one of your lovers was inside you.

Astarion begins to nibble at your neck as his hands explode your body, grazing the sides of your breasts and the plush curve of your ass.

Halsin’s hand falls to your shirt, which he begins to unlace. After the first few laces, Halsin’s impatience gets the better of him, and you feel the warmth of his hand trailing across your chest as he cusps your breast, thumbing your nipple as his other hand continues to work your shirt off of you.

Once your shirt has fallen to the floor and your breasts are exposed, Halsin pulls away, his lust filled eyes sweeping over you as Astarion reaches around to unlace your breeches.

“You are a feast for my eyes, my heart. Truly, you must be the most beautiful woman I have had in all my three hundred and fifty years.” Halsin practically drools as he strips himself bare. You suddenly feel quite vulnerable again, and you turn to Astarion, your eyes wide with apprehension, excitement, and inquiry.

Astarion’s eyes are soft, only ever for you, of course, but his lips are twisted in a devious smirk. He caresses your cheek with his thumb before turning you around and pulling you into him, his lips catching yours as his other hand finds a nipple and squeezes gently, causing you to gasp.

“Is this alright with you, my sweet?” He asked gently; you tried to search his eyes for an alternate meaning, to make sure that this was all okay, but you find nothing. He wants this, and so do you. You nod.

“Do you know why I call her that, Halsin? My sweet?” Astarion’s voice was devastatingly seductive, dripping with sex at every word as he peels away the last of your clothing, leaving you fully exposed to both men.

Halsin growls at the sight of you.

“No, Astarion, do tell,” Halsin turns you around to face him now, his lips finding your own as his hands begin to explore your body; you feel Astarion’s fingers on your neck, as if he is guiding you.

“Her cunt is uniquely delicious,” Astarion’s cool touch grazes the curve of your ass, causing you to settle into the both of them. “Maybe I’ll let you have a taste, my friend.” The words come out of his mouth so casually, it makes you quiver with anticipation.

Before you know it, Astarion gathers you up and lays you on your back on the bed; he lays beside you as Halsin settles between your legs. Your heart is absolutely racing at the sight of both your lovers.

Astarion grabs one of your knees, spreading you open as Halsin grabs the other, pushing them back so that you are fully exposed.

Halsin shoots you a smile as he explores your folds with his fingers, his eyes feasting on your breasts and your sex. Astarion lets you take in the sight of Halsin for a moment before he takes a finger to your chin and commands your lips to his.

Halsin caresses your sensitive wet folds with his fingertips, causing you to moan into Astarion’s mouth. The slick sounds your cunt is making at just Halsin’s touch is obscene, and it earns a moan from your pale elf.

“She is so pretty, don’t you agree?” Astarion asks Halsin between your kisses. You knew Astarion wasn’t talking about you per say, but your cunt. Astarion had always told you how pretty you were between the legs, even on your first night together.

And he had truly meant it.

You break Astarion’s stride to look at Halsin, who has begun to probe your entrance with his finger.

“Oh yes,” Halsin breathes as he inserts a finger inside you. The stretch of your walls cause you to look back at Astarion with a grimace; your pale lover only smiles. He looks playful, you think, and you wonder what exactly he has planned for the evening.

But he didn’t leave you in suspense for long.

“I’d rather like to tie you up, my darling,” Astarion whispers into your ear, his voice dripping with eagerness. You swiftly agree, desperate for something you had denied yourself for so long: to be used, fucked, taken wholly.

Astarion works to expertly tie your wrists to your ankles, and your shins to your thighs, forcing you into a spread eagle position.

Halsin and Astarion stand above you. Your breath catches at the vulnerability of it all, and for a brief moment, you wish you could shut your legs and hide. Astarion, perceptive especially to your body, frames your head with his arms as he lowers himself on top of you, planting a gentle kiss on your lips before meeting your gaze.

The look in his ruby eyes was an invitation to his very depths, where you are assured that you were safe, kept, and loved. You smile at him, which seems to satisfy your vampire lover, who can now no longer hide his want for you.

“You look…precious.” Astarion says as he raises himself to standing and begins to finally undress himself. Halsin’s eyes dart from you to your beloved. Astarion looks particularly devastating as he unbuttons his shirt, and you eye his handsome face and his strong, deft fingers as he works to join the fray.

You watch with heightened interest as Astarion suddenly commands Halsin to his knees, and the druid eagerly relents. Your legs twitch as you watch Astarion dominate him; Halsin takes Astarion in his mouth, obviously quite learned.

As Astarion strokes Halsin’s mouth, his eyes are glued to you, particularly fixated on your salivating cunt.

“Gods…I can see your desperation from here, you’re a mess…” Astarion says with a wild look.

Astarion frees himself from Halsin’s mouth before he brings his attention to you, planting himself between your legs. Astarion places a kiss to your knee before he inserts a finger inside you. When he is met with little resistance, he chuckles before inserting another, causing you to moan at the stretch of your walls.

But it isn’t painful. Quite the opposite.

“My, my. You are an eager little thing, aren’t you?” As Astarion fucks you with his fingers, he brings his thumb to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, causing you to flower beneath his touch. You are already so close at unraveling beneath him; but right as you are about to arrive at your climax, Astarion shifts, leaving you empty and desperately wanting. You can’t help but whimper.

Astarion clicks his tongue at you as he lines his cock up with your entrance, causing you to squirm against him in desperation.

“I’ll let you taste her, druid,” Astarion says as he pushes into you slowly, despite there being no need; you were so thoroughly wet and ready for him.

“Only after I’ve had her,” Astarion’s voice, deep, silky, and smooth, causes you to flutter your walls with anticipation. Astarion pushes his full length into you, and Halsin is now at your side, taking your whimpers in his mouth as he kisses you desperately.

Astarion thrusts into you deeply: once, twice, three times now, and he is so deep within you that you can feel his balls on the curve of your ass before he slides himself out.

“Taste her now,” Astarion commands, “I’m wanting a particularly special treat for myself, anyways,”

Oh. What could he possibly - oh.

Halsins tongue was on you in an instant, lapping at your soaked folds and swollen clitoris. He hums against your flesh with pleasure as he tastes you. Astarion’s eyes never leave you as he pumps his own cock as he watches Halsin devour you.

Halsins tongue probes your entrance before circling your clit in a slow but steady motion, and you no longer care about how loud you’re being. You’re a moaning mess already, and as you get closer to your climax, Halsin’s motions become less organized as he loses himself in you: your scent, your juices, your taste.

Halsin agrees with Astarion: your cunt tastes exquisite.

Your thighs twitch as you feel the wave of your orgasm overtake you. Astarion’s lips find yours as you let go, and he is drinking in your satisfied little moans.

When you recover, you writhe under Halsin, as you think that surely your overstimulated clit can’t take anymore. Halsin relinquishes your body, at least for the moment.

Halsin uses the rope to sit you up before he lifts you by your restrained thighs and settles you on his large cock, causing a rather loud cry to escape your lips; Halsin was so thick. As Halsin presses his length into you, you feel Astarion probing at your other entrance, sliding a lubed finger in before you have time to protest.

Not that you wanted to protest - quite the opposite, actually.

The resistance between the two sensations nearly causes you to unravel already; you were already drunk on your two lovers, despite wanting even more. Halsin was leading your kisses, as your mind and body are already too far gone to properly respond.

You are utterly helpless between the men when Astarion inserts another finger inside you, causing an intense wave of pleasure to crash over you as Halsin pushes even more length into you; you are so close, and you are already clenching around him, begging for release.

“Oh, Gods!” is all you manage to say. You feel Halsin smile against your skin at your pleasure.

Astarion’s breath becomes uneven as he lines the tip of his cock at your other entrance.

“My love-“ You breathe, your words feeling like mush in your fuck drunk mouth. “Be gentle…” you plead.

“You’re mine, to do with as I please,” Astarion hisses into your ear, sending a shiver through your center. Astarion reaches his hand and grasps Halsins jaw before he reaches over your shoulder to kiss him; you watch as Astarion’s pink tongue slides into Halsin’s mouth hungrily, a fang catching on the lips, causing a droplet of blood to fall from Halsin’s lip down to your breast.

The act was a lewd, shameless display of domination, one that Halsin happily obliged.

Astarion breaks the kiss to return to your desperation. As he inserts himself inside you, you moan and squirm, but Astarion is gentle, just as you’d asked. Once he is finally settled inside, he gives a triumphant moan before he starts to properly fuck you.

Halsin and him move in harmony, one thrusting into you when the other thrusts out. You desperately want to kiss your beloved vampire, want him to feast on your blood and your body; but Halsin is lovely too, so lovely.

You smile at him as another wave of pleasure crashes over you, and Halsin slides himself out as you contract around Astarion’s cock, causing him to moan loudly. You are a drooling, hedonistic mess.

“At the same time, now,” Astarion commands as his lips trail your neck, his fangs gently grazing your skin. Your eyes go wide as Halsin slides back inside you.

Your lovers now thrust into you together, and you are utterly filled; you desperately try to free yourself, but you are so helpless, you can't do anything but grasp the bottom of your feet.

“Is this too much?” Halsin asks you when he sees the tears running down your cheeks. You are almost certain your eyes are crossed at this point, and yet part of you still wants more. You shake your head, closing your eyes as they continue.

This time, you cry out to the heavens as you come for both of them, and you are certain the whole inn can hear you. Astarion then slides himself out of you.

“I want her cunt, now,” Astarion demands, urging Halsin to switch positions with him. As they maneuver you, you looked at the men desperately, pleadingly, as you are unsure if you could even fit Halsin where Astarion had been. The prospect is daunting, to say the least.

Astarion must not have wanted to ruin you too much, and before you know it, your head is hanging off the bed as Halsin pushes himself into your mouth. Feeling Astarion in your cunt again sends waves of pleasure and content through you; he is so perfect, you are convinced his cock was made for you.

When you break from servicing Halsin to look at your pale lover, you study him, checking in on him as you always did during intimacy. His curls are disheveled, and sweat drips from the tip of his nose as his thrust slows when he catches your eye.

His eyes are dark, his features harsh in the throes of passion. He glances at Halsin before returning his gaze to you; there was something unreadable in his eyes, but he discontinues your search as he snaps at you. “Pay attention to him, darling,”

You make a face at your vampire before you take Halsin in your mouth once more. Halsins cock sinks into your throat, and you have to hold back your gag reflex as he fucks you.

Soon, you feel Halsin’s full body shakes as he reaches his climax, spilling his seed inside your mouth. Astarion, still dragging his cock between your slick walls, which threatens you with another climax, looks at you expectantly.

Your two lovers watch as you swallow Halsin’s spent. Astarion moans as he thrusts into you, this time so deeply it makes you yelp.

Suddenly, Astarion slows his pace, leans over and plants his lips on yours, allowing his tongue to bring you back to him, back down from your orgasm. But his kisses are less controlled than normal. You know he is close.

Just as he hits that sweet spongy spot at your depths with the tip of his cock, Astarion breathes your name against your lips, releasing himself inside of you as he does.

The suite is quiet except for the ragged breaths of you and your lovers. Halsin lays on the floor, stretching his long arms and legs out. Astarion repositions you next to him on the bed, pulling you into his chest as he nuzzles your neck, clearly wanting to feed now. But he makes no motion to untie you, allowing you to sit in yours and his fluids.

“You know what to do, my sweet,” Astarion whispers into your ear, his hands lazily caressing your used, swollen folds before inserting two fingers inside you, feeling his sticky seed on your walls.

“That was wonderful,” Halsin finally sits up, eyeing you and Astarion. “Gods,” he says as he studies you over.

Astarion’s fingers still remain inside you, his thumb lazily caressing the delicate bundle of nerves at the top of your mound, causing you to shudder.

You are so fucked out, you can’t possibly come again. But you couldn’t deny how good it felt to be used by Astarion. You look over to him, studying his earth shattering beauty, focusing on his perfect nose and pretty lips before you hungrily taste them.

Astarion kisses you back reverently, humming against your lips with approval as he continues to play with your cunt.

“We’ve made a mess of you, Tav,” Halsin has a hint of a smile on his lips, but he looks a bit concerned. “Did you not get the fill, my heart?”

You are too exhausted to reply; instead of even bothering to try, you duly surrender yourself to Astarions touch.

Astarion circles your clit with his thumb as he speaks, causing your hips to buck under the pressure. “I think my little treat has one more, but it’s just for me,” Astarion was dismissing Halsin; a look of hurt, maybe confusion, flickers across Halsins face, but is quickly replaced by a smile.

“Come kiss us goodbye,” Astarion beckons him over, taking Halsin in a deep kiss as he continues to play with you. Halsin leaves a sweet, almost chaste kiss on your lips before he kisses your forehead. “I will come find you both later,” He says as gathered his things and heads to the washroom.

You and Astarion are alone now, and you nuzzle into him lovingly as he continues to play you like an instrument. Astarion kisses your throat, trailing up your jaw, and plants a kiss on the tip of your ear, before lowering his head to the curve of your neck.

He slides his fangs in you, causing you to cry out in pain; it hurts more than usual, but Astarion seems to focus on his ministrations, curling his fingers inside of you, causing you to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

You can feel yours and his come is dripping down your ass as you contract around Astarions’s fingers.

Astarion drinks from you for only a few moments before he releases you from his fangs. His fingers are still inside of you, lazily feeling you as he snuggles into the crook of your neck, lapping at your wounds.

As you’re finally back in reality, you look forward to the aftercare that Astarion and maybe even Halsin will treat you to. You can expect a warm bath, massages, many kisses, and earnest words of love that bards could only ever dream of singing about.

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quartz-crow · 2 months

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Together - (Halsin x Reader x Astarion) (18+)

🌿 Please note that this is smut and intended for 18+!

Started writing this as Halsin smut, but somehow Astarion made his way here too.

Halsin held both your hands in his as he guided you down the track. It was dusk, the sun had long begun to set and you were struggling to see the path from the trees. “Hal, where are we going?” You whispered as you ducked beneath another branch. “Just wait love” he murmured softly with a chuckle, “I promise it won’t be far now”. Soon enough, the tall elf led you out into a break in the forest. The clearing here was mossy and fresh, lavender grew in areas where the tall dry grass did not. A small stream parted through the clearing, its soft noise filled your ears.

“Wow” you whispered. “Hm” Halsin smiled with a gentle nod, “it’s beautiful isn’t it?”. You had to admit, in the dying light of such a warm summer day as this - it was almost magical. Halsin watched you fondly as you tucked a loose strand of her behind your ear. His green eyes skimmed over your parted lips and he smiled. “I have something else for you”. “Hm?”. The Druid smiled softly and gently guided you to sit on the mossy forest floor. His large warm hands ran over your shoulders for a brief moment, before running a finger up your neck to cup your jaw. Halsin gazed longingly into your eyes - god you were incredible. As you sat there in the orange light, he noticed every delicacy of your body - from your collarbones to the freckles on your shoulders… he wanted all of you.

After a moment of silence, Halsin asked “Do you trust me?”. You furrowed your brows, perhaps not quite understanding the question, “Of course’. Halsin nodded and slowly raised to his feet. He pressed his lips to your forehead with a gentle hum before he began walking backwards into the trees. “Close your eyes”. You laughed as scrunched your nose up, “What?”. You had obviously seen Halsin’s ursine form many times before, so you weren’t quite sure what he was getting at. The Druid’s green eyes seemed to shine amongst the dark trees. “My love, I promise it’ll be worth it. Keep them shut until I tell you to do otherwise”.

You laughed and squeezed your eyes shut. Upon closing your eyes, you noticed your ears twitch as they readjusted to the world around you. You heard the soft sound of the gentle breeze rushing through the leaves… you could hear the gushing of the stream… in fact, if you tuned in enough, you could almost hear the distant crackle of the campfire a few hundred meters away. Then footsteps. You heard footsteps walking across the moss and dry grass as they made their way towards you. “I’m keeping them shut” you giggled as you felt the warmth of Halsin’s body as he sat down behind you. You felt the heat radiate off his bare skin and you shuddered. His hands slowly made their way across your body. His fingertips gently skimmed over your jaw and next as Halsin made his way down to your chest.

A soft kiss was planted into the nape of your neck and you shuddered. Halsin ran a thumb over your nipple, which was dangerously hard beneath your thin nightdress. “May I?” He growled softly. You nodded and lifted your arms above your head as Halsin made quick work of effortlessly removing your dress. You suddenly felt very exposed, what with being fully naked out in the elements - but Halsin was warm. He groaned softly and gently brought a fist full of your hair to his nose. He inhaled your scent and buckled his hips against you. You bit your lip and leant against him. You followed the rhythm of his rolling hips and went to turn to face him - but Halsin took hold of your hips and kept you firmly in place. He stifled a soft moan and whispered into your hair, “You may open your eyes now, little one”.

Your eyes took a few seconds to readjust to the darkness - but what you saw made your heart leap. There, emerging from the shadows of the forest, stood Astarion. His pale chest looked almost porcelain in the setting light. His eyes flickered a dangerous red as they honed in on your naked body. From behind you, Halsin slowly reached around and squeezed ones of your thighs as he continued bucking his hips. “Surprise” Astarion smirked as he paced slowly, but deliberately towards you. His eyes dropped down to your wet cunt. “Hm.. how delicious” he muttered.

You bit your lip and shuddered, pressing your knees together to hide your embarrassment. “You needn’t hide your beauty, my love” Halsin murmured into your hair as he wrapped both his strong, thick arms around you. Delight flashed in Astarion’s eyes. He bit his own lip softly as he gazed down at you both from where you sat on the forest floor. The vampire dropped to his knees and took hold of your ankle in a cold grasp. He pressed his lips against the inner of your calf. His tongue flickered on your skin as his eyes remained locked on you. Slowly, Astarion dropped onto all fours and lowered his body all but a few inches off the ground. His lips trailed slowly up your legs, nibbling and biting the tender parts of your flesh as he made his way to the middle of your legs.

Astarion gasped at the heat radiating from your quivering pussy. The scent made him heady with glee. “My, how beautiful” he purred, tracing a finger up and down your dripping slit. Halsin growled and grazed your shoulder with his teeth. The sight of Astarion poised between your soft thighs drove him insane. The feeling of your little body quivering and shaking beneath his grasp made his head fog with lust. He also loved the way Astarion’s lean body was poised like a mountain lion, ready to strike on both of your desires at any moment.

You whimpered as Halsin took hold of both your thighs and slowly spread them for Astarion. His hot breath on your pussy made your toes curl. “Ff.. uck” you muttered as you clung onto Halsin’s arms. Astarion chuckled as his eyelids dropped slightly, “Oh, aren’t you hungry?”. You shuddered and nodded. You buckled your hips impatiently. “P..lease” you managed to murmur. Without any words uttered, men caught each other’s gaze. Halsin gave a soft nod and to Astarion’s delight, he pressed his mouth against your clit and shuddered.

His tongue lapped against your clit hungrily and you mewled. Your back arched against Halsin as you gasped from the sudden impact. Astarion dug his fingers into your thighs and held them firmly against the ground. The taste of your cum was intoxicating, he felt as if he were growing drunk of the taste. Halsin’s shuddered as he grounded his hard cock against your back. He inhaled the sweet smell on the nape of your neck and hissed. You groaned from the pressure building in between your legs - fuck, Astarion’s touch was driving you to the edge. His pointed tongue flickered across your clit, picking up speed until Halsin had to hold your hips from bucking so much.

On the verge of release, you cried out when suddenly Astarion sat up. You panted and pressed your thighs together, desperate for the pressure down there. Astarion wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smirked at Halsin - beat that.

A challenge.

Halsin snarled softly. He was not usually a competitive man - but in this moment he felt an overwhelming animalistic drive building in the bottom of his stomach. Halsin pulled you away from the smirking vampire. He lifted you up so that you perched on one of his thighs. He felt how wet you were and his heart skipped a beat. Leaning back onto his elbows, Halsin’s softly tapped his chest. His lips curled up into a smile and his eyes were glazed with an animalistic lust. You knew what that signal meant. Quickly, you climbed over Halsin’s broad chest to sit with either knee on either side of Halsin’s face. Holding your up by the back of your thighs, Halsin slowly lowered your clit onto his mouth.

You cried out and tilted your head up to face the sky. Halsin pressed his large tongue into your tight clit, which caused you to buck your hips rhythmically. By the gods, he adored the taste of your sweet cum - and you were ever so tantalisingly wet. Astarion’s cock twitched as he watched this display unravel before him. He purred and slowly stood up. The sight of Halsin’s behemoth hands digging into your soft ass was certainly a sight for sore eyes. Circling the pair of you, he watched as your tits bounced with each buck of your hips - and how Halsin’s muscular body rocked like a ship at sea under your lithe form. The vampire smirked as he stopped before you. Stepping closer, he leant to take your face in his hands. He gently brushed the hair out of your eyes to get a better look at you… and by gods, you were beautiful… especially whilst panting and mewling as Halsin brought you closer and closer to orgasm.

Astarion ran his thumb across your bottom lip and tilted his head. Slowly, he parted your lips and pressed the pad of his thumb against your tongue. Instinctively, you swirled your tongue over his thumb and Astarion caught his breath. “Fuck”.

You gasped as you shook violently with pleasure - the building sensation in the pit of your stomach was almost unbearable now. You screamed softly and Astarion ran his hands down your heck. He tightened his hands around your neck softly, which caused you to gasp. He could feel the rush of your blood beneath your skin and he then knew he had to step back. Astarion flung himself down to the ground and watched as your body shook in pleasure from where you sat on Halsin’s face. The vampire’s chest rose up and down as he attempted to compose himself.

The pressure was building in your stomach, whereas your body began to twitch uncontrollably. “H..Halsin’ you whimpered, soft tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you stared at your lover. Halsin stared up at you. Without warning, he carefully flipped you on your back - but he was careful to catch you, so you did not hit the ground too hard. Halsin leant over you and began kissing your neck. “Not yet little one”, he whispered as he edged his cock towards you, pressing at your entrance. “Breathe’ he murmured as he took in your blush-stained face. Slowly, he entered you - which caused you to cry out, but Hasin waited for your body to adjust to his great size. Once he could tell you were comfortable, he gently rocked his hips against you and pushed his cock further inside you. The pleasure was immense, your back arched as you gasped. Your fingers took up fistfuls of the mossy floor around you. Halsin’s breathing grew heavy as his thrusts grew harder, heavier, and more ravenous with each movement.

You locked your legs around Halsin’s waist as he pushed you further and further into the mossy bed. The heat was unavoidable now, the quivering feeling in your belly burnt. Quivering like a leaf, you legs shook violently as you cried out. Picking up the pace, Halsin’s hips slammed against yours until finally - release. Halsin arched his body over you and panted heavily - his hair dropped down around his face as he shut his eyes and focused himself. You breathed slowly and stared up at the sky, which somehow managed to turn to an inky black whilst your mind was elsewhere. Halsin lowered himself beside you and ran his fingers through his hair. He stretched an arm out to you, which you took as an invitation to bury your face in his chest. Satisfied and exhausted, you closed your eyes and listened to your heartbeats amongst the sounds of the forest.

Picking himself up, Astarion made his was over to you both. The vampire knelt by your side and swept the hair out of your face. He ran his fingers through it and neatly tucked it on your back. With a soft hum, he lay down to wrap his body against yours. A cold hand snaked around your waist and you sighed happily.

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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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cass-the-mess · 3 months

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Little Snippet of what I’m currently on 👀 yall know I love to make myself sad so I just had to sprinkle that shit in.

I only have about 1.3k words written and I’m aiming for closer to 5-7k+ words with this one so you’ll have to bear with me 😅

Anywho, enjoy some Daddy Halsin content for now 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

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aerynwrites · 7 months

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I would love to read your Halstarion oneshot! I love this pairing so much! But I'm also jealous because I want to date both of them XD Would you be interested in requests for Astarion or poly!Halstarion x reader? Only if you're interested of course!

Hmmm 👀👀 I would not be opposed to requests for Halstarion x Reader!

I love those three together! However, I don’t know if I’m up or writing complete NSFW for that pairing. But anything sfw of just like slightly nsfw I’d be down to try!

So if you have an idea send it in 🥰 bc I too love that pairing as well. It’s just…yes.

#halsin x astarion x reader #Halstarion x reader #Halstarion #ask box

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fandom-go-round · 6 months

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Realizing They're in Love: Reader x BG3

Warnings: Implied Internal Trauma, Personal Relationship Issues, Gross Stuff like Falling in Love

Astarion:

He argues with himself for a long time before love comes to mind. It’s bad enough that he’s starting to like you but love? That’s just going to make things even harder. Astarion feels like the more he tries to talk himself out of it, the worse it gets. You corner him after dinner one night and he smiles, turning up the charm. You ignore his nervousness, giving him a simple wooden box. He immediately fills with dread; you want something. Of course you do. He’s not expecting there to be a book inside, the next one in the series he’s reading. You assure him that you don’t want anything in return, giving him a gentle smile before heading to your own tent. His heart thunders in his chest, fingers trailing over the cover. He’s not in love, Astarion tells himself as he goes to start the book. He can’t be but… if he is, it’s not the worst feeling in the world. Not with you.

Gale:

He’s not against falling in love per say, Gale just isn’t looking. Honestly he’s not. This is more social interaction than he’s had in years and he’s not trying to fuck it up, thank you very much. That doesn’t mean he can’t forget himself, especially when you start asking him questions about magic. Gale loves magic most of all and he only realizes he’s been ranting after twenty minutes. He winces, scolding himself mentally and turns to you. You’re both sitting on the floor of his tent, sipping tea in the early afternoon. He fully anticipates that you’re going to half awake, bored to tears and doing something else. Instead, you’re staring at him with rapt attention, eyes bright and small smile on your face. When he’s silent for too long you ask him to keep going, asking if he’ll keep explaining. Gale is more than happy to continue, something warm in his chest. He hopes that you’ll keep looking at him that way even after he stops talking. And you do.

Halsin:

Loud barks and hoots draw Halsin’s attention, the druid looking up from his papers. You’re a bit away from camp, Scratch and the owlbear cub playing with you. The three of you are chasing each other and wrestling, the cub slamming into the back of your knees. Halsin watches you go flying before laughing and grabbing the cub as best you can. You half swing him around, Scratch barking as you send his friend flying. The owlbear cub gives a roar, rolling through the grass and you laugh, chasing after the dog now. Halsin can’t help but smile; you’re so kind of everyone around you and he enjoys that you can relax. He hasn’t been ignorant to the feelings developing in his chest, just focusing on different things. The warmth he feels only grows as he watches you and he vows to talk about it. Halsin is sure he recognizes the looks you send him; he just needs to find the right time.

Karlach:

She realizes she’s in love after a tough fight. Her blood is still pumping and she wants more enemies to show up so she can have an excuse to go wild. You’re joking around with Wyll on the other side of the battlefield, the warlock turning to say something to you. You offer a smile and begin to hike up the slope and trip. Karlach watches in slow motion as you land hard on your ass, sliding down mud straight into the river. Wyll is frozen on the edge of the bank and she quickly makes he way over, worried that you’re injured. By the time she gets over there, you’re laughing loudly, head thrown all the way back. Her heart skips a beat; you’re covered in blood and mud and all sorts of gunk but all she can see is the right smile on your face. She’s in love.

Lae’zel:

Lae’zel doesn’t call it love. It’s admiration, respect for your skills. There are very few people she would follow verses leading herself and she admits that you’re good at it. She also enjoys the sex and that’s always a bonus. The sun is just beginning to go down and you stop on the edge of a cliff to watch. Lae’zel turns to scold you (the group needs to get back to camp) but she’s struck by your figure. You look like a painting, noble and steadfast. Your face is determined but not tense, taking in the sunset. There’s something in your eyes, something softer than she expects and it takes her breath away. She swears to herself and turns away, missing the affectionate look you send her. She’s doesn’t call it love, even if deep, deep down she wishes she could.

Shadowheart:

Night has finally fallen on a long, long day. Shadowheart is thankful that you’re the one with her on first watch tonight; your silence isn’t looming as she prays and the sound of sharpening blades is soothing. There isn’t the need to fill the silence with noise and it feels calm in a way that’s unfamiliar. Usually she finds the night comfortable but cold, like an winter breeze. You’re like the night but warm, a balm on an open wound. She smiles as she watches you, not looking away when you meet her eyes. You smile and she’s filled with affection, even as her hand throbs. The pain is worth it; you make her feel truly seen.

Wyll:

You’re crouched by a small cave, voice low and arm outstretched. The group had just finished a fight, a camp overrun with bandits. Wyll scowled to himself, looking over the bodies strewed over the ground. The people had been innocent and he wished he had been faster. Movement catches the corner of his vision and he turns, watching as, slowly, a child comes out of the cave. They’re covered in dirt and blood but you smile and they take you hand. Wyll can’t the stop the soft look from coming onto his face as you begin the check for wounds. The world can be a dark place but you give him hope; it’s more than he deserves.

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sabersandsnipers · 7 months

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Drabbles: Just One Bed

Featuring: Astarion, Gale, Halsin, Lord Gortash

Inspiration courtesy of @creativepromptsforwriting

Astarion

There’s only one pillow. So you and Astarion have to share. Neither of you want the annoyance of waking up with neck pain. And after arguing for a bit, you realize neither of you is winning.

Despite trying his best to keep distance between you, it’s incredibly difficult while trying to share a pillow. His body cradles yours. His lips nearly touch the back of your neck. For a while he manages to keep his hands to himself, but as his eyes grow heavy, his arm snakes its way around your waist.

Your body feels like its on fire despite his cold skin. You’re worried the rapid beat of your heart will keep him awake.

Somehow sleep eventually finds you. In the middle of the night, you roll over to find a more comfortable position. When you wake up, you find your face buried in Astarion’s chest.

He himself hasn’t slept since you rolled into him. He’s kept his arm slung over you, though, and has listened to your steady breathing all night.

When you attempt to move away from him, his grip around you automatically tightens. You freeze, waiting for him to realize you’re awake, but he doesn’t let go. He doesn’t want to. He can’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed. Your body is warm and soft, and he never wants to leave this bed.

Gale

The bed is roomy, which you’re grateful for. There should be plenty of space for you two. There’s no blanket though, so Gale roots through the closet for one.

Gale clears his throat, and you turn your attention to him holding up a rather small blanket. One that definitely would not cover the whole bed.

“You have it,” he hands it to you. “I’ll be fine.”

You hesitate. “Are you sure?”

“Most definitely,” he replies, already making his way to the bed.

You climb in next to him, pulling the blanket up to your chin. It’s barely big enough to cover your own person. You look to Gale, who’s turned away from you. He looks so exposed, and frankly, uncomfortable.

“Gale?” you say.

“Hm?” he turns to look at you.

“Do you want to share?” you ask. You hold up the blanket so he can slide in.

He doesn’t need to be asked twice. He scooches over to you, and you let the blanket drop around you two. You let out a sigh of contentment as the warmth of Gale’s body presses against you. You usually run cold, so you’re grateful he accepted your offer.

He wraps his arms around you, because there’s no other way for you two to get comfortable. In the night, he even drapes a leg over you. You don’t mind, you even find yourself nuzzling into him, seeking every bit of warmth you can.

Halsin

A rainstorm tears your tent in the night. The cold splatter of rain on your face wakes you. Your bedroll is soaked, along with most of your belongings. You groan, getting out of bed so you can seek shelter with a companion.

Out of all the tents before you, Halsin’s calls to you. You know it’ll be the warmest. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you make your way to his tent.

You poke your head in. “Halsin?”

He wakes, an alarmed look on his face. “What is it?”

“My tent ripped. Can I stay with you?” A shiver slinks through your body.

He nods. “Of course.”

He opens his bed roll a bit, and you see he’s naked. Your jaw drops. You hesitate, part of you feeling like you’re crossing a line.

But then another shiver hits you, and you practically run into his arms. You sigh as you slide into the warmth of his bedroll.

Halsin groans. “You’re freezing.”

“I know.” You don’t hesitate to press up against him, soaking in all his warmth.

“You’ll warm up soon,” he says, rubbing your back. Then his voice hits your ear. “You’d warm sooner if you removed your clothes as well.”

Your stomach drops. You know if you do this, your companionship is going to get a bit complicated. But the thought of his hot skin against yours is too tempting.

He helps you out of your clothes, your heart fluttering the whole time. When you’re fully naked, he pulls you into his chest. Your heart pounds, but you relax against the heat of him.

He fully cocoons you, wrapping a thick leg around you to pull you even closer. You feel your body start to warm, and the shivers start to cease. You try to ignore how perfectly lined up you are to him. You know sleep will be impossible like this, but it’s worth it to spend the night in his warm embrace.

Gortash

You may have had one drink too many. The wine Enver provided for you was far too good to go to waste. And waste you did not. The last thing you remember is the soft cushioning of a bed before darkness took you.

The harsh morning light wakes you. The first sensation that hits you is that of a pounding headache. The next is that of a pair of strong arms encircling you.

Confusion hits you. You don’t remember going to bed with anyone. You feel your underwear is on, so nothing happened with whoever is in the bed with you.

You slowly turn your body to see who this mystery person is. You’re met with the strong face of Lord Gortash. Butterflies fill your belly. He simply invited you over for dinner, and here he is letting you sleep in his bed.

He’s sound asleep, his soft breathing evidence of the relaxed state he’s in. He’s sleeping shirtless, and you tentatively place your palms against his strong chest. You feel the strong muscles rippling under his skin.

He stirs slightly and you quickly hide your face against his chest. He shifts, his chest hairs tickling your skin. His powerful arms hold you so gently.

With your headache forgotten, and Enver’s body sending waves of warmth through you, sleep finds you again.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #astarion imagine #astarion x reader #halsin #enver gortash #halsin imagine #halsin x reader #Gale of waterdeep #gale x reader #gale imagine #Gortash x reader #enver gortash x reader #enver gortash imagine

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dancingbirdie · 6 months

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Back with another bout of plotless smut. Read at your own discretion and take note of the tags. <333

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We Have All Night

Rating: MATURE

Pairing: Astarion x fem!Reader x Halsin

Word Count: 800

Warnings/Tags: Oral sex (fem!Reader receiving), praise kink, hand kink, threesome technically?, mentions of alcohol, pure plotless smut

Summary: You'd been wondering for some time what it would be like to have Halsin and Astarion share you.

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You could have easily blamed the events that ensued on the bottles of Blingdenstone Blush you all had passed around camp that evening. But if you were honest with yourself, the position you found yourself in was one you had been fantasizing about for some time.

“That’s it, darling,” Astarion coaxed as his fingers slipped gently through your hair, teasing and massaging your scalp. Your head was pillowed in his lap, pupils blown wide with lust as you peered up at him. He smiled down at you, a wicked, hedonistic sort of grin.

“You so desperately want to hold still for him, don’t you?”

You whined your assent, trying your best to keep your hips from bucking �� an impossible task considering the relentless way Halsin’s tongue was licking and circling that sensitive spot at the apex of your thighs.

“Such a good girl. You’re doing so well” Astarion cooed, while Halsin groaned in agreement. The vibrations it created against your skin felt like electricity surging through your limbs.

Your mind was a disjointed haze of lust and alcohol. Totally uninhibited, you keened loudly as the druid suddenly gripped the softness of your thighs and plunged his tongue inside you.

“Shh, shh, shh” Astarion hushed, moving a hand to cover your mouth. “We don’t want the rest of the camp to hear our fun, do we?”

You groaned and shook your head slightly.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join in?” you rasped, your lips moving against his slender fingers.

He gave a mischievous little chuckle. “I’m certain. I’m having a wonderful time just watching,” Astarion returned.

“The night is still young,” Halsin persuaded, pausing his feasting on you to meet Astarion’s eyes. The absence of his mouth left you wanting, aching for contact once more. “If you change your mind, there’s plenty of fun to be had.”

“A tempting offer, indeed,” Astarion smirked. “Let’s see where the evening takes us, shall we?”

You moaned against his hand as Halsin dipped his head to begin circling your clit with his tongue once more. You fisted his gorgeous auburn locks in your hands, eliciting a groan from his mouth that felt absolutely delicious against your hypersensitive skin.

“Our sweet pup has an oh-so-difficult time keeping quiet, doesn’t she?” Astarion crooned, tracing his fingers against the seam of your lips. “You’re trying so hard, darling, I know you are.”

His silken, sinful voice felt almost as euphoric as the deplorable things Halsin was doing between your legs. In a bout of unbridled lust, you opened your mouth to capture Astarion’s index and middle fingers in your mouth.

You sucked down on them, circled them with your tongue, as you imagined having his hard length sheathed down your throat. Your bawdy move drew a sharp breath from the vampire, followed by a quiet groan.

You paused your ministrations, lifting a hand to pull his fingers from your mouth before asking, “Is this okay? Is it too much?”

Astarion chuckled darkly, and you watched as his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.

“You wicked thing,” he purred. “Yes, it’s okay. And it has the added benefit of keeping you quiet.”

You were beyond laughs and jokes. Hearing his consent, you drew his fingers back down to your mouth and resumed your sucking. You moaned your approval as Astarion pistoned his fingers deeper into your mouth at the same time Halsin inserted two fingers inside you.

You knew you wouldn’t last long. Not with the way the druid was fucking you with his fingers at the same time his tongue was circling your clit. Not with the way Astarion was trailing one hand delicately across your exposed skin while you worshiped the fingers of his other hand with your tongue and lips.

Every nerve within you was alight and thrumming with barely-restrained energy. You could feel yourself climbing higher and higher, your body preparing for the sweetest freefall that would soon ensue. Your heels dug into Halsin’s muscled back as you tensed, one hand still clenching his hair while the other held desperately onto Astarion’s thigh.

“Yes, darling, yes,” Astarion kept coaxing as your body drew more and more taut. A bowstring desperate to be released.

“Let yourself come, you know you want to,” he added in a soft whisper.

It was too much.

Those words, and a final flick of Halsin’s tongue, had you shattering into a thousand pieces. Your cries were barely restrained by the fingers still occupying your mouth. You were lost in pleasure, awash in the tingling aftermath of your release.

Chest heaving, mind reeling, you could barely find words.

“That… that was…” you wheezed, before letting loose a giggle. “Everything I’d imagined it would be.”

“You’d thought about this before?” Halsin grinned, wiping his mouth clean against his forearm before leaning down to plant a reverent kiss against your lips. You could taste yourself on him. It gave you more satisfaction than perhaps it should have.

“My, my. What other sort of depraved carnal pleasures are bouncing around in that head of yours, I wonder?” Astarion added, helping you sit up so that you were lounging between the two of them.

You shared a conspiratorial grin with both elves. “We have all night, if you’d like me to show you.”

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mooshywrites · 3 months

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Could I request headcanons of poly! Astarion, and Halsin with gn human crush genuinely asking them if they're willing to be with them despite their shorter lifespan?

I’ll Love You Forever

Poly!Reader x Astarion x Halsin

Masterlist

Art commissions

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A/N - I knowwwww this was a headcannon request, but It was just so incredibly sweet that I couldn’t help writing a longer fic for it. It’s still bite sized though! Hope you still like it, your requests are always top tier ;) <3

Word count - 1.2k

Warnings - sfw, angst, mentions of dying/growing old, fluff

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“Not even the Gods themselves could make me stop loving you.”

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~Astarion~

Astarion’s eyebrows furrowed as he slipped the needle in and out of the silk fabric. He cursed, sighing as he pulled the thread from the needle, tearing out the last few stitches in his work. The small green leaves he had been embroidering were now a mess of jumbled lines and he had only you to blame.

You had been acting quite… odd today.

Usually you were a bundle of smiles, greeting Astarion and Halsin with kisses and teases in the morning, sleepy eyes and clinginess galore. But this morning, after you had brushed your hair out in the mirror, something had changed. You had found a single grey hair, plucked it out and glared at it like it had personally attacked you. Since then, you’d been quiet, distant.

And Astarion hated it.

Though he acted aloof and annoyed when both you and Halsin would shower him with love and affection, deep down he adored it. Craved it even. All day, the most you had given was a quick peck to Astarion’s cheek before leaving to gather herbs.

Astarion found it hard to admit that your change in behavior had rattled him so. He was still so new to this ‘caring about other people’ thing. But his stomach twisted uncomfortably at the thought of you out there picking plants without a smile on your face.

”Get it together, Astarion.” He murmured, threading the twine back through the eye of the needle.

The door of your little cabin swung open, Halsin bumbling in. He was carrying a large basket stuffed full of various cooking ingredients, his own face looking rather forlorn. He set everything on the table as Astarion continued his stitching, finally coming over to see what the Vampire was up to.

“Done with my shirt?” Halsin gruffed, leaning down to leave a gentle kiss on Astarion’s forehead.

”Obviously not.” Astarion scoffed, setting the work down and rubbing his eyes. “I’ve had to restart twice.”

Halsin’s forehead creased with worry, “What frets you, my heart?” He reached down to run the pale elf’s shoulders gently.

”You know what frets me.” Astarion quipped. “They went out this morning all doom and gloom and still haven’t come back. How long does it take to find a bloody herb or two?”

“I noticed it too.” Halsin said grimly. “That’s why I went to get ingredients for their favorite meal.”

Astarion thought for a moment, glancing back at the basket filled with food. “You know, you may be on to something.”

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~Reader~

You brushed off your pants, annoyed. Your basket was practically stuffed with medicinal herbs, so much so that not even another leaf would fit in amongst the others.

In truth, you were avoiding returning home.

It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal when you found the grey hair that morning. Everyone gets them eventually, but to you, that little strand held too much meaning for your heart to handle.

You were getting older.

You didn’t notice it at first, the way your laugh lines deepened, the way your eyes crinkled a little more when you smiled. You had never been afraid of growing old before Astarion and Halsin, in fact, the thought of immortality seemed suffocating to your human mind. But the thought of passing on and leaving them here? That truly stung.

Not to mention, you were afraid.

Afraid the two men wouldn’t love you any more. Not when your limbs grew feeble and your mind grew weak. Would Halsin still sweep you into his arms and kiss you when he came home? Would Astarion still tease you and make it all up with lis lips when you pouted?

Would they still love you as you grew old?

The thought stung your eyes, your vision growing blurry through tears. You wiped them away quickly, deciding it was time to return home. Your boys were probably worried about you, and you didn’t want them to see your puffy face like this.

Instead you thought of other things on the walk home. Chores, future plans for the house, adventures you might take. Anything to distract from your world imploding around you.

As soon as you walked through the front door, a wave of delicious smell hit you. Your mouth watered as you recognized the savory scent. You set down your basket of herbs, seeing Astarion and Halsin talking in hushed voices before the stove. Apparently, they hadn’t noticed your homecoming.

You padded up behind them, clearing your throat, “What are you making?”

Astarion practically jumped out of his skin, turning to look at you. He sighed with relief and then gave you a glare “You scared me, pet. Don’t you know it’s bad form to sneak up on a loved one?”

Halsin just chuckled, pulling you into a warm hug. You melted into the touch, inhaling his pine and honey scent. You didn’t linger too long, afraid the embrace would make you tear up again.

“Sorry,” You offered, pulling away from Halsin, “I guess old habits die hard.”

The room fell silent again as you watched the men cook, working together perfectly to mold together your favorite dish.

“My heart, is something bothering you?” Halsin gently asked, looking up at you as he finished his prep work.

You shook your head, looking down to avoid his concerned gaze. “No. Just tired, I suppose.”

“Might as well come out with it.” Astarion huffed. “We know something is wrong.”

You clamped your mouth shut, afraid you’d lash out at the men if you opened it. It wasn’t their fault they wanted to know. They just simply cared. You would be acting the same if one of them had disappeared, looking upset.

You were about to change the subject when you felt a strange tickling sensation in your mind.

As if someone were trying to peer into your thoughts.

Your head jerked up, glaring at Halsin angrily, “Get out of my head.” You seethed, crossing your arms.

Astarion glanced at Halsin, apparently surprised at his boldness. “Well, what did you see?” He asked, turning to the both of you.

Halsin kept his eyes on yours, his expression tinged with embarrassment, apologies, and… sadness?

“They were thinking of growing old.”

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~Halsin~

Halsin’s heart clenched tightly, the images in your mind replaying in his own head over and over. He saw your fear, saw your heartache at the thought of withering away from the life the three of you had built.

He couldn’t even begin to make himself feel sorry for the intrusion of detecting your thoughts, the overwhelming feeling of your sadness choking the Druid’s mind.

Astarion’s expression became unreadable, the room taking on a quiet air.

“I don’t want you to stop loving me.” You whispered sadly.

Halsin’s eyebrows furrowed, his gaze switching to Astarion with confusion. He couldn’t fathom the sentence you had said. Couldn’t imagine a world where that would be true. With Halsin’s long life, he’d never had to think about his mortality before. Sure, there were a few run ins and battles where he’d been faced with the thought of death. But the idea of aging had never hit him the way it was apparently hitting you now.

How terrifying it must be to be a human. To fit such experiences and growth in so few years.

Halsin shook his head decisively, turning back to you. “Not even the Gods above could make me stop loving you.”

“Unfortunately, I agree with the big lout.” Astarion smiled, pulling you close against him. Halsin joined, his frame wrapping both you and Astarion up perfectly.

Halsin heard you sniffle, tears staining your voice when you spoke. “But what about when I’m elderly?” You wailed. “What about when my joints are stiff and my face all… wrinkled?”

“You will always be the most beautiful thing nature has to offer.” Halsin murmured, petting your hair gently.

“Wrinkles? Oh, darling, not to worry.” Astarion grinned, “There’s always the option of the three of us going out in a dramatic blaze of glory. Perhaps cliff jumping?”

Halsin smacked his shoulder, earning a small laugh from you.

“Fine.” Astarion sighed, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “I suppose I can be swayed to love an old bat if its you.”

“Promise?” Your voice asked, feather light and muffled in the hug.

“Promise, darling.” Astarion assured, rubbing the curve of your back in small soothing circles.

“I promise as well, my heart.” Halsin swore, planting a kiss on the top of you and Astarion’s heads.

As he held you both tightly, the smell of your favorite meal wafting through the air, Halsin only had one final thought on the matter. It wasn’t the fear of you growing old that addled him, you would be just as perfect to him if hobbled over and grey, it was the thought of life after you had passed. The loneliness that would leave both himself and Astarion in. Not to mention… how would Astarion feel when the both of you were gone? No… there had to be something to ease this heartache. He had made up his mind

I’m going to need to talk to Jaheira about that immortality ritual.

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dreamingcricket · 7 months

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politely requesting either halsin or astarion with a tav/reader who like..shrugs off their advances bc they don’t think someone like either of them would take interest in them. like very oblivious to the fact that people actually like them. (totally not self indulgent lmao) ((i love mutual pining to lovers i-))

CW: Mild sexual content, reader is injured

Astarion has started to question whether this is your way of gently rebuffing him, or you're actually this dense.

He's not a subtle flirt. He uses all his most seasoned tricks, exhausts every overture he can think of. He can't remember wanting anyone this much. And yet, every one of his suggestive quips is laughed off.

He's there in the morning, sliding in beside you as you drink your tea. "Good morning, beautiful. You're looking absolutely radiant today." He runs a finger down your arm. When you blush and smile back, something warms in the pit of his stomach.

He's there as you put on your armour. "Allow me, dove." And as he tightens the straps on your mantle, he lets his fingers brush the underside of your jaw. "There. Just right." He purrs into your ear.

And of course, when he feeds. He takes his time, pulling you close, cradling your head, running his fingers through your hair. He nuzzles into your neck before he bites, pressing his lips against your rabbiting pulse for just a moment longer than he should.

Even in battle, when he's swiftly at your back, flashing you brilliant smiles as he races to your defense, you jovially thank him, like you do all your companions. Like he's your friend. Just your friend.

All efforts so far, completely ignored.

So now he watches you from across camp, the firelight dancing across your features as you laugh (he tries to ignore the tender stirring in his chest at the sound).

He throws back his glass of wine, and grimaces at the pitying glances of his compatriots. Of course it was obvious to anyone except you.

You stood, bid Wyll and Karlach goodnight, but instead of disappearing into your tent, you vanished into the brush.

Astarion sat for a long moment. He should let you go. You clearly weren't interested, and he should just... move on. Like he always had.

Who are you kidding, you fool?

He didn't care that he startled Gale with his speed and he pursued you into the woods.

You were seated on a rock, your face turned up toward a shaft of moonlight, eyes closed. He stopped to admire you.

"Sorry I took off. I just wanted to enjoy the quiet."

"I'll go, if you want me to."

You start, and turn towards his voice. "Astarion, didn't expect you."

"Were you expecting someone?"

"No... just-

He's suddenly surging forward without thought, and the two of you are rolling across the grass.

"Astarion, what the fu-"

He silences you with a burning kiss, brimming with anger and desperation. You roll him onto his back, furiously returning his advance. "What-" you pant between kisses. "-took you so long, idiot."

He's furiously tugging at your linen shirt, baring your back and shoulders. You'd be angry if you weren't still reeling.

"You never flirted back!" He pins you down, only to find his hips locked between your legs.

"I flirt constantly, Astarion! You drink my blood every night! I've been waiting for you to take the next step for weeks!" Now it's you tearing at his shirt, your hands groping for purchase on his shoulders. "I thought you didn't think of me like that." Now it's your lips against his neck, and he chokes on a moan.

"That's not flirting!" He's never been this heated during sex. He's a collected lover, and for all the inherent violence of his existence, he realizes - he wants to be gentle. At least this time.

He takes your hands in his and stills your thrashing. You lock eyes, both of you out of breath, chests heaving. He places a single, gentle kiss to the palm of your hand. "Shall we begin again, love?"

"I'd like that."

"My name's Astarion. You are a truly stunning creature," he leans down, and whispers to you, "... and I'd very much like to make love to you tonight."

Halsin thinks you are quite possibly the most extraordinary person he's ever met.

He can't erase the image of you the first time he saw you from his mind, eyes ablaze, arcane power crackling at your fingertips.

He's had so many partners, but all of his love affairs were brief, transient. Deep, but nothing had ever moved him like this. Typically, Halsin is straightforward with his feelings. His passing dalliances with fellow druids and traveling rangers had never daunted him. But with you, making his feelings known was... complicated.

You'd been through a significant trauma, and while you put on a quite the brave face, ever the intrepid leader, he's been around long enough to see your fragility. You'd seen so many horrors in such a short amount of time. Emotions were running high, he wouldn't risk coming on too strong.

So instead... he brought you gifts. It was a very natural way to court someone, at least. Baskets of berries, a fresh catch from the river, perhaps they're gifts to his own taste, but he hopes you'll enjoy them.

He offered to braid your hair, to help ease the tension in your shoulders with a massage in the evenings (his hands are absolutely enormous, which certainly helps).

And, unbeknownst to the rest of the camp, and to his mild shame, he couldn't help but rub his scent near your tent. He wouldn't invade your boundaries and touch your things, but he couldn't help his instincts. Lae'zel noticed at last, but only scoffed and offhandedly remarked, "The way you dance around your affections is pathetic. Tell them, or stop simpering."

Things eventually came to a head when you were injured, badly. The arrow tore through your side, and you hit the ground before you could register you'd been shot, the world became pain and a blur of color and noise.

Halsin was by your side in a heartbeat, shielding you with his frame as spells and arrows flew overhead.

"Don't move little one, you're losing blood." He sounded calm, but there was a tremor in his voice. You'd never seen him afraid before.

"Halsin..."

"Shh, shh. Hold still." His magic flows through you, and the muscles in your side knit back together as he pulls the arrow free.

"Halsin." Your hand lifted to weakly brush his cheek. Your vision was swimming.

The thunderous roar of battle magic echoed nearby. Gale rushed towards you. "Are they alright?"

"They will be." Halsin spoke it like an oath. "But they're weak."

"We'll finish this, get them to safety!"

Halsin cradled your body to his chest and barreled off the battlefield. You drifted in and out of consciousness, but were always aware of his arms around you. They felt like safety. Like home.

The druid ducks behind a half destroyed wall, and begins to reassess your wound. "Gods, you frightened me." He lays you down carefully, head in his lap, and begins to clean the wound.

You smile up at him. "Thank you."

"No need to thank me."

"I like this."

He's puzzled. "Being horribly injured?"

"Being held by you."

At that moment, your body finally gave out, and your vision went black.

When you woke, bandaged and sore, in your tent, Halsin was sitting by your bedroll with his back to you. Recalling in horror the confession you'd made, you try to pretend you were still asleep.

"I know you're awake, little one."

You sigh. "I'm... about what I said, I'm sorry. I know you don't feel that way, and-"

"Stop." He turned and placed a finger against your lips. "No more words."

You braced for his rejection. At least the druid was kind, empathetic. Or perhaps his pity would make it worse.

His lips coming down on yours were not what you expected. He was gentle, and smelled of moss and pretrichor, dark soil and sweat. You kissed him back, laughing into his mouth.

He pulls away, then presses his forehead to yours. "I'm here. As long as you'll have me."

"Oh, I intend to." Your attempt to sit up is hampered by a shock of pain from your wound. "Ow. Shit."

Halsin guides you back down to your pillows. "All in good time, little one."

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #halsin x tav #halsin x reader #astarion #halsin #mutual pining

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yangcherie · 5 months

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bathing.

𐀔 pairings: cast (astarion, gale, wyll, lae’zel, shadowheart, karlach, halsin) x female!tiefling!tav (reader).

𐀔 content warnings: suggestive, everybody is a little freak, non-consensual voyeurism, implied scent kink (gale), mentions of scars, afab anatomy. tiefling anatomy.

𐀔 sypnosis: what is a warrior to do when all their companions are peeping toms?

𐀔 author’s note: they are freaks and its been very long since i’ve written. please forgive a lady if what she’s written is unappealing.

“Can you keep it – fucking quiet?!”

Astarion whisper-yells at the entire party of people hiding within bushes and treelines, all fighting tooth and nail like rabid animals for a peek (and taste) of their ragtag, frustratingly attractive leader’s curves.

They didn’t even mean to stumble into eachother, each to their own blindly traversing through the thickets of the woods towards the nearest river. Tav simply mentioned having to retire early to take a bath (much to Gale’s dismay), and they all hungrily jumped towards the opportunity like dogs to a meatless bone, the one of the hopefully many chances they’ll see you naked, vulnerable, and shivering – even if it’s only due to the lack of warmth in the river’s streams.

It’s wrong, debauched, even. Hells, even literal devils, Karlach and Wyll, wear faces ridden with shame. Of course, they (namely Astarion and Lae’zel) poked at the others stalking as if they weren’t shamelessly doing the same.

The tension in the air was thick, each a barrel on the verge of explosion ready to wipe out the recently discovered possibility of rivalries and competition – but they couldn’t blame eachother; there was just something about you that made you so very enticing. They all thought it was incredibly silly to think only one person would want you.

“Well,” Astarion clicked his tongue in displeasure, having his private time foiled. Still, he smiled sardonically. “we’re all degenerates, it seems. We’re all looking forward to having a... fun time.”

A deep rumble came, and it surprisingly did not come from the forest ground. It was simply Halsin, all too polite and calm smiles. Astarion groaned; he was sick of this big fucking oaf with hearts for eyes and a log of wood for brains. “We are not depraved for simply yearning to admire our friend in a state of tranquil—”

“Oh, please! Don’t act like a saint in front of me!” The vampire spawn huffed, hands on his hips. “We’re all here for the same reason, we all want to see Tav fucking naked, no point in lying now!”

Tints of red and pink all rushed to everyone’s faces, and even Shadowheart was reduced to fiddling with her fingers together. Though awkward coughs ensued in the air, not a single word of denial was uttered.

Karlach is first to speak up, ever brazen. “It’s true!” She says with her signature sharp smile. “I wanted to see her tits!”

(Lae’zel and Astarion nodded approvingly to Karlach’s honesty. Halsin and Gale quietly shared their sentiments on their preference to your ass. Shadowheart and Wyll could not disagree to both.)

Amidst their busy conversation and debate regarding your body’s fine qualities, the alarmingly close and approaching noises of branches snapping and leaves crunching had rendered them silent, panicked shivers and goosebumps on their skin. With shared glances and only a few split seconds to react, the party floundered and flailed for whatever they could use to stay hidden.

“Settle down, you circus; Tav’s coming!” Wyll is the first amongst the party to silently and comically dive into a bush with Karlach, clutching their tails to avoid it rustling about in excitement. Halsin had thrown Gale and Astarion atop a tree’s thick branches before joining them. Lae’zel, disappointingly, camoflauges just well with the greenery, watching Shadowheart flounder about and settle for lying on the ground with grass over her face.

“All you filthy ska'keth.” Lae’zel hisses, letting everyone know of your now visible presence, the halting of your footsteps along the other edge of the river. “Enjoy the show.”

Across the distance, their focus had been shifted to you and now solely you.

You quietly groan, trudging towards the river you’ve been searching to no end, you set down your basket of fine oils, herbs and waxes as your armored limbs ache and practically cry for a dip in the clear stream. With no haste, you take in the cool night air, this little moment of peace, away from prying eyes you’ve fought long and hard to obtain. Sweat trickles down your throat, your tail swaying in contentment in the calm atmosphere.

Quickly deciding you’ve had enough of the crisp air, you reach towards your body to unclasp and unfasten the many buckles on your durable armor – starting with the iron top, quickly taking it off to reveal your bare, battle-worn chest and hastily discarding the metal on your legs, throwing them aside in favor of letting the cold air bite at your naked, scarred body before you go into the water; allowing your body a little moment of respite from the suffocation and heat of tight, bloody armor – even letting your tail sway around freely instead of being constricted to being stiff. A content smile creeps its way onto your face.

You lightly step your way from the sand to the edge of the water, continuing to walk until you’re trembling from the cold, until you’re hips-down in the water. A grateful sigh is pulled from your lips as you start to wade about, your hands subtly working to wash the dried blood, gore and grime off of your body and hair – using the oils and wax soaps of sweet woodruff and wine from your basket, even scrubbing your horns. A little part of you finds this normalcy almost unfamiliar, uncomfortable; it’s been quite a while you’ve taken care of yourself. Your thoughts start to drift; prior to your abduction by the Nautiloid ship, were you ever taken care of, like this? By other hands, even?

(You hope so.)

Another sigh is dragged out of you, though wearier as guilt treads within you. Just a little moment of peace, of indulgence before you go back to the dreadful task of keeping your companions and yourself alive and fighting. Just a little more time. You think you deserve it.

A silence was washed over the forest, and the party as they all beheld you and your battle-worn body. It felt almost sacred, like doing this would have them damned to the Hells and below but it was simply too captivating. Your bodice was a web and a product of war, and they were caught mesmerized – with only the dense forest and one another to witness their quickly unravelling need for you. But even then, they felt some semblance to pity. What they wouldn’t give to the gods right now to be by your side and give you some tending to.

The ridges down your back, the swaying base of your tail, the alluring image of your hips and ass teasingly disappearing into the water below, the silhouette of your horns – that untroubled smile on your lips – they all drink it in with their eyes in a fashion similar to Astarion’s throat would with your blood.

They savor it for as long as they can, before stepping out of the trance as Gale himself not-so-quietly attempted to clamber down from the rough-bark tree he was settled in, dropping down to the dirt and crushing the leaves loudly and ungracefully. Shadowheart gaped with mortification at him from the ground, everyone wishing to every god above you would have mistaken the sound as a particularly large animal, perhaps an owlbear and not a wizard along with an entire party intruding on your privacy.

“Gale! What in the Nine Hells are you doing?!”

Astarion had settled for whisper-yelling once again, pointing at him accusingly from his position atop the tree’s branches besides Halsin. Gale waved his hand, silently telling him to shut the fuck up, before urgently pointing at your discarded armor and clothing, then proceeding to give him a big smile and two thumbs up.

Surely enough to the mortification of the party, he quickly cast Misty Step over himself to travel to your area and hastily swiped (stole) anything soft – including your unattended bandages and undergarments, taking a small moment to put it to his nose and re-casting the spell to return below the tree within a few seconds. He wallowed in his pride before with a swift motion, tucked the newly acquired materia into the pockets of his robe much to the discomfort (and mild envy) of all of them.

“A man has to do and take what he can.” Gale reasoned to nobody in particular, nodding solemnly as if he just shared a piece of wisdom. He suppressed a yelp as Lae’zel then threw a rock at him, followed by another as Astarion thwacked a small branch straight to his forehead from above.

“Just leave it.” Wyll snidely commented, fighting with his life to tear away his eyes from your moonlit form, breaking out of a trance. “We should leave, go back to camp. It’d be suspicious if everyone just disappeared.”

“Ugh, you are such a killjoy, Wyll.” Astarion rolled his eyes but complied, scaling down the tree quietly, much unlike Gale earlier, who was still fiddling around his pockets with your intimates. “A party pooper, even.”

As repulsive the idea to leave you was, it was reasonable. Begrudingly, everyone quietly sat up or climbed down and quietly attempted to find their way through the dense, dark forest, sharing little observations and hushed chitchat along the way. And soon enough, the party found themselves in familiar territory, now gathering around and settling down near the campfire like they previously had before you announced your leave, as if they didn’t just claw their way through eachother earlier to see a scrap of your vulnerability.

The fire cast a warm glow over the party as they immersed in chitchat, a few (namely Shadowheart and Astarion) pestering and even offering a bargain to Gale for the underclothes he had nicked earlier. The wizard was not deterred; fair and square, he wagged his finger as if to say nuh-uh to the seething two. It was only shortly after, that you came stumbling back into camp like a lost fawn, hair and body language calm and loose but the armor remaining stiff on your body.

Karlach coughed to let the others know you had arrived from your personal time. “Soldier! You’re back!” You greeted her with a nod, before raising a brow and sweeping your eyes amongst them. Gale swallowed, placing a protective hand over the pocket that held your garments.

“You would not believe what happened.” You sighed in utter distress before plopping yourself down besides Halsin and Astarion on the log to let the fire embrace you with warmth, piquing everyone’s interest and attention with intense ease. “A wandering owlbear ate my clothes.”

They all collectively either guffawed or choked on their spit, Lae’zel scoffing and Astarion groaning amongst them. Right. Of course, you would have thought it was a fucking owlbear. Thieving owlbears that take normal, musky clothes instead of shiny armor.

“Ah, owlbears.” Gale tutted and sighed with faux sympathy, nervously chuckling and shifting to hide the lump in his pockets. “They’d eat almost anything, really.”

Astarion shot him a bewildered look, as if to ask, don’t you? You swallowed two of my books last night!

“You can borrow my clothes, for the night.” Shadowheart butted in, suddenly slotting herself behind you and setting a reassuring palm on your shoulder. You smiled at her, gazing up at her gratefully. “Thank you, Sha—”

“Well, you can have my clothes!” Karlach and Lae’zel shot up in unison.

“Sharing your old filth, I can sew them new clothes!” Astarion argued, until everyone started refuting eachother and proposing that you take theirs and whatnot.

You sighed with exasperated fondness, immensely troubled but somewhat used to it as you watch your companions pointlessly banter, having little doubt that by the end of the night, you’d have a fair share of everyone’s wardrobe into yours.

Still, you hope to the very bottom of your heart that the “owlbear” that stole your clothes had a full tummy, at least.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader #baldur's gate 3 x reader #astarion x reader #wyll x reader #shadowheart x reader #karlach x reader #lae'zel x reader #gale x reader #halsin x reader #tavrem #as they say #this was fun to write #this was very lame actually #sorry but its been so so so long since ive written a fic much less published it

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multiverse-menagerie · 7 months

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Perhaps could I request the bg3 companions going through Tav's sketchbook and finding that it's riddled with drawings of each companion, but especially them. Maybe it's the early stages of a romance or smthn?

I’ve been slowly spinning this around in my head, yessss

Gale

At first, Gale thinks journal is a book you’ve left for him. He’s not really one to go through your personal belongings after all. But upon opening the journal and finding swaths of drawings of your party and him, he’s thrown a little off kilter

He returns it to you immediately (read as: he fights with himself for a good ten minutes to stop looking at the sketches of himself and return the book to you) but asks you about your hobby

Listens very intently to however much you’re willing to tell him. Gale would ask, “are those me? or do you know some other roguishly handsome wizard with a penchant for fancy robes?”

He’s trying Very Hard to downplay his feelings about the whole matter. He’s not used to being the admired one…but he’s certainly not complaining

Shadowheart

As she hopes everyone will respect her need for privacy, Shadowheart strives to do the same for others. Despite many opportunities to peak at your journal, she resists and eventually asks you about it directly, but with no pressure

shy!Tav, nervously showing off the sketches and trying to gloss over how many of these drawings are of Shadowheart - after a deep breath, Shadowheart ignores the blush rising on her skin and asks about some of the other drawings

Confident!Tav, flipping through the sketches and happily showing off the images of Shadowheart especially - Shadowheart flusters, sputters out a near incomprehensible jumble of words and rushes off

Either way, the moment lives Rent Free(tm) in her head and she hopes you’ll show her the journal again

Astarion

STUNNED. like, almost drops your sketch in surprise bc wait. Holy shit. Is that him??

recovers smoothly, plays down the way his adrenaline has spiked

It does not matter how good the portraits of him are, sketches or fully finished drawings, he is Memorizing those pages

If you draw him with any soft expression, he’ll point out that image to you and be like “I think you’ve messed up on that particular reaction, dear” (that’s how he looks at you, shh don’t tell him)

Wyll

He spots you watching him one day as he’s training, your eyes flipping between him and the journal in front of you. Eventually he gives in and wanders over, inquiring about what you’re up to

when you show him the spread, sketches of him doing swordplay (and a few close headshots) - Wyll is both very impressed and very flustered

He compliments your skills, though jokingly questions the subject of your drawings. Certainly someone else would make a more attractive drawing, he says, gesturing vaguely to his mismatched eyes and newly acquired horns

Is surprised by the fierce frown you give him, the disapproval in your voice at his suggestion. You’re drawing him for a reason. Thoroughly chastised and a little embarrassed, Wyll thanks you (he doesn’t elaborate beyond that but you get the idea)

Karlach

Karlach is too afraid to touch anything that seems even vaguely flammable, but she’s seen you scribbling into your journal on many an occasion. Eventually her curiosity gets the better of her and she asks you about it

If you’re hesitant to show her, she’ll back off…but kind of pout like a little kid. Not in an attempt to make you feel bad but just bc that’s who she is. If and when you decide to show her the sketches, she’s super hyped

Jaw on the floor. She’s not got the patience or skills for drawing, not really, but your talent blows her away. And then she sees the drawings of her and she’s like - mouth open, heart eyes

jokes about how you’ve drawn her, with a huge grin on her face the whole time “how long have you been staring at my thighs to get the drawing this accurate? should I get a new outfit for your next page?”

Lae’zel

She’s never really cared much for her appearance - don’t get me wrong, she thinks she looks great but she’s never really been the one to stare at her reflection or anything

But Lae’zel sees herself in your sketches, drawings of her in softer states, in relaxation, and shes…surprised

Part of her bristles - she’s a strong warrior on a mission, she doesn’t need you seeing her as soft. But a different part of her…eases. Relaxes. You see her as an individual worth affection.

Lae’zel wouldn’t comment much about the drawings, but she would ask to sit and watch you draw, if it wouldn’t bother you. Your skilled hands, the way your brow furrows as you draw. Yes. She likes that.

Halsin

At first, Halsin is simply impressed by your talents. Artistry has always been something he’s enjoyed, no matter the form, so he’s happy to get to see your work

When he comes across the pages devoted to him, he’s thrown off a little. He’s used to being admired, if we’re being honest. As long as he’s lived and as many people he’s been with, it happens. But he’s not used to…this. Being part of the art but without any expectation of him.

Traces a finger over the lines of his face - somehow you’ve captured a look that makes him seem so…heroic. Is that how you see him? Warmth feels his chest and he goes to seek you out

You don’t get much of an answer, when you ask why he’s scooped you and paying you extra attention, nuzzling his face into your hair

#baldurs gate x reader #gale x reader #astarion x reader #karlach x reader #wyll x reader #Lae’zel x reader #halsin x reader #shadowheart x reader #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 x reader

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twi-liight · 8 months

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Hi! I suffer from Baldur's Gate brainrot. I just stumbled upon your blog and love your writing! Could you do some Astarion, Gale and Karlach headcanons for taking care of Tav after they're badly injured in battle?

Reckless Attack ❣

Grieve, weep, and agonize over a corpse - but know that death is never final in Faerun. The burden of injuries will instead always be present: pain is eternal, no matter how numb. ❥ Astarion/Tav, Gale/Tav, Karlach/Tav. ❥ TW: Descriptive mentions of injuries and gore. ❥ Act 2 spoilers. ❥ They/them pronouns for Tav. ❥ Tav is the nickname for the reader/oc insert. Their real name is up to you!

An Absolutist cult has gathered deep in the bowels of the forests of Rivington. Nothing out of the ordinary... Other than the sheer numbers they possess, creating a dense population of Absolute extremists gathered in stone ruins.

Adventuring parties that dare to end their machinations perished slowly and painfully. Their corpses - what is left of them - are displayed pierced from the gnarled branches of the trees, where they bleed out on the forest ground.

Tav, Astarion, Gale, and Karlach had a plan: throw a barrel full of smoke bombs into the middle of the ruins, firebolt, and profit. Except things didn’t go according to plan (they never do). That barrel was supposed to be at their rendezvous point, but the cultists found it before they did and thought it a gift from their Goddess.

Trapped in hiding, Tav decided to do what they do best: attack.

A potent necromancy curse was successfully cast on Tav, negating any healing spells thrown their way.

Well.

Fuck.

ASTARION

"As always, you refuse to listen to me. And now look at you: a mess. What did I say about running afool to the vanguard?" Astarion does not wait for their response. “Don't do it. It is smarter to be in the shadows in this instance. And what did you do? Ran alone into a quarry of cultists with no sense of self-preservation!”

Anger, pure anger, is present in his voice, sharpening his typical melodic lilt into daggers. If he cared about the present company - Shadowheart, Halsin, and Gale crowded into a tent, surrounding Tav upon their cot - it is nonexistent in his wine-red eyes. They could get lost in those bloody depths for hours. But not now. Not when seething rage roils off of his body like a cloud of darkness.

They look away.

"Nothing to say for yourself, darling?” he mocks. Astarion’s visage twists into a sneer, sharply turning his face away from them. He finds an unused rag, wets it, wrings it of excess water, and then moves past Shadowheart. “Allow me,” he murmurs to her, gentler.

Shadowheart’s inquisitive green eyes understand the depth of the situation immediately. She sighs, clearly annoyed he has taken over her job, but is dissuaded by Astarion’s next string of words: “I’ll clean them up. Magic and healing and all that wonderful nonsense are not necessarily my area of expertise. A firebolt here and there, surely, but I wouldn’t know where to begin with a curse that... Negates healing magic.”

“Sure,” Shadowheart replies, eyes flicking to Tav. Worry is evident over her features. Worry hangs heavy around everyone. Emerging out of battles victorious and grievously injured is commonplace; nothing a mass healing word couldn't fix along with a good night’s rest. Open wounds would be closed scars, ailments would be cured, and broken bones would be unbroken. Rinse and repeat.

This time, it is different.

They, and they alone, were cursed with a necromancy spell that makes all healing magic useless to their wounds.

Their wounds are appalling: Broken ribs evident with the pain swelling in their chest and labored breathing, purple and black blotchy bruises from the hammer blows they took to the shoulder, an open laceration across their chest, their ankle snapped in two, burns on their left leg crawling up their thigh. Blood all over their face from their own and from the enemies they felled.

“Hey, it’s fine,” they wheeze out. "Nothing I can't handle. The cultists are down and dead and buried - everything else can come after."

Hesitantly, Gale opens his mouth to reply, but is abruptly cut off by Astarion snapping out: "No."

"No," they echo. Their brows furrow.

"What a saint you are," Astarion snarls. His lips are down-turned, fangs bared as he speaks, but his ministrations upon their face are soothing. Gently, he rubs off the blood with a cool washcloth, eyes focusing on the task at hand as he cannot bear to look at them.

"Throwing yourself into the heat of battle like that, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Tell me, my dear, do you enjoy watching rational fly past you when you make your impulsive decisions?"

They flush with humiliation and hurt. Broken and battered, they dig their elbow into the cot to prop themselves up and face Astarion head-on, but Halsin presses a hand into their shoulder and pushes them down.

Fuck. Their head spins in circles.

"You're one to talk. Impulsivity is your middle name; you said yourself that planning is not your forte." Even raising their voice hurts but they do it anyway. Their eyes, threatening to slip into oblivion, flood with frustrated tears. "What the fuck is your problem, Astarion?"

"Must I really spell it out for you, sweetheart? You go around, telling everyone exactly what they need to hear. You tell them they aren't alone. That you will help them, that you will ensure they see the future that they want." The words are venom: petty and spiteful and yearning to be understood. "You," Astarion hisses out, "are so blind."

Tempers rising to fever pitch, Halsin tenses from his spot at the foot of the cot. From the corner of Tav's eye, they see Gale murmur something to him, something like, Let this play out. Astarion would never hurt them.

"I am the only one who will take the first step!" Tav cries. The words explode out of their broken chest faster than they realize, flying like an arrow straight toward Astarion's unbeating heart. "I risk my life - every day - for all of YOU! For all the people that need me! For all that I am because-"

"Because what?" He taunts. "Because it is the right thing to do? Look at yourself, Tav! You are on death's door if not for everyone in this room!"

"Because no one else will do it! Not anyone in this damn camp cares enough to- to help the people we could-" They cough violently, but they slam their elbows into the cot to prop themselves up. No one stops them this time as they meet Astarion's burning eyes. "No one cares but ME-"

"WE care about you!" Louder. Vicious. Astarion's voice splits in the air in two in one fell swoop, striking them down like lightning into silence.

He's breathing heavily, panting, as if exhausted. The adrenaline pumping in his veins is begging him to swoop Tav up and run away with them. Away from all of this bullshit and into hiding within the shadows. Maybe the Underdark. Maybe the Shadowcursed Lands. They can descend into madness together.

At least there, they will be safe.

"I care about you," Astarion chokes out before he can stop himself. "More than anything. Do you know that? I hope you know that."

Their mouth forms the words to reply, Of course I do, but it doesn't leave their throat. Instead, it stays stuck there like a fluttering butterfly, forced into silence. It hurts to speak. It hurts to talk. It hurts to see him like this.

He calls out their name so quietly it could have been a trick of the wind.

"Astarion," they plead.

He shakes his head, stubborn and unconvinced. "You don't owe these people anything. You certainly do not owe them your life for their burdens. I," he breathes out, voice as shaky as a leaf in the wind. He screws his eyes shut and clenches his fist around the rag, where their blood stains his palm.

"I almost lost the sun of my life today."

When Astarion opens his eyes, they are steeled with resilience and fury as they gaze into theirs. It is hypnotic. It is lonely. They yearn to comfort him.

"It will not happen again."

GALE

"Easy," Gale murmurs, a strong arm laying them down in his tent. Soft blankets and pillows meet their back, and the cushy grass beneath makes for a cool and comforting sleep. Their breath stutters, but Gale gazes at them so fondly as he pushes their hair from their face that the pain eases.

He does not miss their labored breathing. "Shhh shh shh. I've got you. Just focus on me."

His thumb lingers on the swell of their cheek. His eyes flutter close. A gentle glow of purple surrounds him, and eventually, that gentleness extends to Tav. The agonizing, piercing sensation in their chest numbs into a cool, muted nothingness. They gasp - then exhale in relief, slower than their panicky, short breaths from before.

"That's it," he encourages. "Well done, my love. How are you feeling?"

"So-so," they reply. Their voice aches and croaks, but for some reason, it makes Gale smile.

Oh no. He knows that look.

They study his handsome, tired face, looking for any signs of alarm. Is he hungry? Does he need to feed on another artefact? Was there an envoy telling them they missed another Absolutist hideout? Did they miss something? Did they do something wrong?

No. Nope. "Enough of that." He takes their hand, kisses their knuckles, then sighs. "You're the last person who should be worrying about someone. Such a pest, hm? Always buzzing around me like I'm seconds away from disappearing in front of your eyes..."

"You are," they say. Their brows furrow, and they pant out, "The-- your burden to carry, the--"

"The orb, I know. I know." His heart twists. It aches. He failed Mystra before and that was painful. But this is another subject entirely; it couldn't come close. Watching sheer heartbreak in their expression because of him? Oh, Goddess forgive him, he has failed them.

Gale can scarcely celebrate his victory, too. He undid the damned curse that affected Tav's ability to receive magic. The necromancy spell was so potent that Tav rejected any healing spells thrown at them. Late into the hours of experimentation, he, Halsin, and Shadowheart considered allowing the effects to wither and die rather than exterminating it outright. It was Jaheira who told them it would be inefficient, because how long would they have to wait in camp while Tav rode out the effects of the curse? Ideally? Hours. But days? Weeks? Months?

He spent the long night following and feeling out the curse with the Weave. It was a complicated hex - a tangled knot of magic that had to be unwoven carefully, thread by thread. Every connotation, every intent was traced back to the heart of the curse, and he followed it with abandon.

"I'm sorry for all the trouble, then," they whisper.

"You should be," he jests. "Nearly made my heart collapse, seeing you like that."

The image is still burned into his mind. He can't stop thinking about it. His mortality has always been a dreadful afterthought pushed into the further recesses of his tadpole-addled brain, but was he so taken with Tav that he never realized how mortal they were, too?

No. No. Gale tightens his grip on their hand, giving them a comforting squeeze as they breathe in and out, in and out. It's not that he never realized how susceptible they are to death and danger. He just never wanted to confront it.

"You are changing the very premise of my life," he says softly. An exasperated chuckle leaves him as he shakes his head, adding, "as always. I don't know what I would have done if I actually lost you, back there." What wouldn't I do? "No scrolls of revivifies, no Withers to bring you back. I wouldn't be able to accept it."

He understands Ketheric Thorm all too well, now.

"Come here," they whisper. Gale lets their hands press into the back of his head. He thinks, absently, that he would let them do much of anything. In their care, he is no grand wizard with a plethora of achievements under his belt. No. He is as humble as the Weave itself, and their hands compose music and art for him to simply bear witness to.

They rest his head upon their chest, where his ear can listen to the comforting sound of their beating heart.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud thud.

"Good night, my love," Gale says, when their breathing evens and they have finally fallen into peaceful slumber. He does not sleep at all.

KARLACH

"Oh gods. Oh gods!" Karlach clasps Tav's left hand between hers, holding tightly and vowing to never let go. Their blood stains her hand and chest and clothes. It's everywhere. Sickly sweet and sticky, drawing all of her attention from the room to the sensation of it dripping down her skin.

They've lost so much blood. It's nauseating, like an unsettling reality has just settled in her stomach.

"Tav!" She exclaims, helpless and pathetic. "Why did you do that, you big idiot? You seriously could have gotten killed out there, why-- why aren't you..."

Responding? Where are their quips, their sass, their brightness she fell so fast and hard for? Tav lays there upon the cot, broken and battered. Karlach has seen the remains of her enemies after she has slaughtered them and has barely flinched. She can barely stomach the sight of them bloodied, bones twisted in the wrong way, bruises so purple they're as black as a chasm.

All they can do is breathe. Their eyes focus distantly above them to the roof of the tent, but nothing else.

Panic seizes her faster than she can control it. "Are they breathing?! Are they going to survive this?! Fuck," she growls, running a frustrated hand through her dark hair, matted with blood. "I should have made those sons of bitches suffer."

"Karlach," Shadowheart says, firm but gentle, her hands bloody too as she applied pressure down on Tav's wounds, "it was important that you returned them to camp as fast as you did. Sometimes, we do not have the luxuries to let our enemies die in pain."

Right. Right. Karlach watched an Absolutist barbarian slam his warhammer into Tav's back. Once to knock them down. Twice to keep them plastered on the ground. Once more to keep them unconscious. She saw red, then: the rage she slipped into boiled her veins so hot, the howl she let out sent her surroundings enemies into a frightened frenzy. She hacked her great axe into the barbarian over and over and over until he was nothing but a bloodied pulp of a man, more gore than flesh.

She scooped Tav up from the ground. Karlach never let anyone else touch them. She snarled and snapped at the others who tried to come too close and dead sprinted as fast as she could back to camp.

She heard their choked sobs of pain in her arms. They choked out her name, and Karlach couldn't offer them much of anything other than an, "We're going home, bubs, just hang on. 'Kay? You just focus on me."

"Can I stay here?" She begs Shadowheart. "I won't get in the way. Just let me hold their hand, please."

Shadowheart exchanges a conflicted glance at Halsin. He nods, and she sighs. "Fine," she says. "But - I need you to stand to the side for now. You can hold their hand after we're done figuring out how to undo this curse."

"A fine specimen of a curse, really," Gale adds, his hand curled under his chin. "I'm almost impressed."

"I would be too," huffs Shadowheart, "if our reckless leader wasn't caught up in this mess. Really, what were you thinking?"

"Right?" Karlach shoves off into the corner of the tent, doing her best to keep herself as small and as out-of-the-way as possible. Tears flood her eyes, and she chokes out, "Of all the things to do, why did it have to be that? I thought you said you trusted me! To have your back! I have your back, don't I? Don't I?"

"Of course you do," Halsin croons. He hooks his finger into a bottle of salve, and spreads it on Tav's burns. Tav visibly winces and tenses, whimpering in pain.

"Stop whatever you're doing right now!" Karlach wails. "You're hurting them! I'll kill you, Halsin, I swear it!"

Gale exchanges a look with Shadowheart. He ponders deeply for a moment as Karlach sobs devastatingly behind them. He opens his mouth, then shuts it promptly.

"Just say it," Shadowheart urges impatiently.

"We should play a game," he suggests. "The quiet game."

"No way," Karlach hiccups. "I'm dogshit at that game. Anyway, focus on Tav or I'll gut you, seriously."

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Male Companions Responding To Your Pregnancy Announcement

Here are some headcannons I have for the Male Companions + Zevlor responding to your's/Tav's pregnancy announcement. I have a few more ideas I want to write out for the week so we will see how that goes.

Wyll

Legit might start crying when you tell him you’re expecting.

He smiles so big and bright before scooping you up in his arms and spinning you in a circle.

He is (carefully) rubbing his face against your stomach and whispering to the little baby bump.

He will not let you do anything on your own once you have the smallest of bumps.

He understands you don’t need his help, but he will offer it no matter what.

Once you get later on in your pregnancy, he is constantly rubbing your belly and telling them stories of his adventures as the Blade of Frontiers.

Once you get close to your due date, he will not leave your side cause he doesn’t want to miss anything.

He is there to hold your hand and help you anyway he can when you go into labor. Whispering how well you’re doing and that you are almost there.

Once the baby is there and in his arms, he melts. He doesn’t want to let them go.

Seeing you holding the little baby is his favorite thing.

“Oh darling. You have done so wonderfully.” Looking down at the little child, his child, wrapped in blankets and sleeping peacefully in his arms. “You have given me everything I could ever hope for.”

Astarion

He has heightened senses due to being a vampire so he can smell something different about you long before you tell him, but he doesn’t know what it up.

He thinks you’re playing some sick joke when you first tell him you’re expecting.

He just can’t wrap his head around it at first, but you wake up to his hands on your belly and whispering softly.

He comes around to the idea of you both having a child slowly but once he does, he is making sure you have the best healers available.

He even asks Shadowheart and Halsin to check on you and make sure everything is going well.

He becomes obsessed with your belly as it gets bigger, wanting to constantly be touching you in some way.

When he feels the first kick, he is startled but you see the largest grin on his face.

“Oh, a little fighter on our hands it seems.”

When you go into labor, he is afraid but he sits behind you and lets you push against him.

He is whispering into your ear how wonderful you are doing and letting you squeeze his hand.

Once he hears the baby cry for the first time, he has an out of body experience.

He is looking over your shoulder at the little one as they are placed in your arms, with you cooing down at them.

“Lover… They look perfect.” Reaching around you and letting them grab hold of his finger with his tiny hand. “I swear, I will always be there for them.”

Gale

He stares at you for a moment with wide eyes when you tell him before breaking out in a smile and scooping you into his arms.

He will want to announce to all your companions as soon as possible. He wants to share your good news with everyone.

He starts planning everything; the nursery, what colors everything should be, what foods he is going to be cooking for you through the pregnancy, everything you can think of.

Not to mention Tara is your little shadow and you’re pretty sure that she is reporting everything back to Gale.

He checks up on you multiple times a day, asking if you need anything or if you are craving everything for him to cook.

When you are laying in bed with him, he will be reading next to you and absently rubbing your belly.

When your belly gets bigger, he will want to have his arms wrapped around you while sleep with Tara curled up next to you.

He wants to be there when you give birth, he will not hear anything against it.

When you do go into labor, he is right by your side and wiping your forehead with a wet towel.

He honestly gets in the way of the midwife with his constant questions, but they force him to sit next to you.

When the baby is finally born, he wants to be the first to hold them and cradle them in his arms.

“Oh dearest, look at them. Look at how perfect you have done.” His soft smile and a twinkle in his eyes as he looked down at the child, wanting nothing more in the world.

Halsin

Halsin knows before you do that you’re pregnant. He picks up on the nausea, the tiredness, and he can smell it on you.

He waits for you to tell him though, giving you the privacy even though he is bursting at the seams with excitement.

He is making sure you’re eating enough and getting enough rest.

You wouldn’t even need to list a single finger if you didn’t want to.

He makes sure not to be too far from you if you would ever need him.

He starts whittling little toys for the child, including a little bear for them.

When your belly gets larger and you start complaining of back pain, he will come up behind you and put his hands under your belly to help relieve the pressure with his chin resting on your shoulder.

From the moment you two lay down for the night he is constantly talking to your belly and rubbing it.

The first time he feels a kick he will grin and give the spot a soft kiss.

He makes sure to keep an eye on everything for anything that could go wrong but he is not against you having additional healers to check up on you.

When you go into labor, he wants to help the midwife with anything they need; water, towels, just about anything.

He also wants to be the one who cuts the cord and clean the baby right after they are born.

He holds them in his arms and marvels at how small they are compared to him before he hands them to you.

“My Heart, just look at them.” Halsin looking down at the child, slowly running his finger down their cheek as they sleep. “Just look at what we have made together.”

Bonus: Zevlor (because I love him and no one can stop me)

When you tell him the poor man’s heart stops for a second.

He is a stuttering mess, hands reaching for you trembling, but he pulls you into his arms and holds you close kissing you.

A million and one doubts that he will be a good father go through his head, but he doesn’t doubt for a second that you will be a good parent.

You have to reassure him and give him a lot of love.

He goes out of his way to make sure you’re taken care of during your pregnancy.

You mention you want a snack or sweet? He will come home with like 10 of them.

You will wake up to him rubbing your belly as it gets bigger.

He eyes will be full of love and wonder when he feels them kick.

When you go into labor, he just can’t stand seeing you in pain and gets kicked out by the midwife.

But the moment he hears the first cry he will burst back into the room.

When the midwife hands the baby to him for the first time, he treats them as if they are made of glass.

“Oh sweetling.” Zevlor could feel tears pricking the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision as he held the newborn close to his chest watching them yawn. “You have given me everything.”

#bg3 #bg3 x reader #bg3 x tav #bg3 x you #wyll x reader #wyll x tav #gale x reader #gale x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #halsin x reader #halsin x tav #tav x zevlor #zevlor x reader #pregancy

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