˗ˏˋ 𝔘𝔫𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 ˎˊ˗

I’m sad and want to cuddle with Halstarion and I want to soothe Astarion’s nightmares. Elves sleep in this one okay just leave me alone. Also this doesn’t have any smut but I am strictly an 18+ blog and also a DC writer so MDNI. ૮ ꒰ྀི . .   ꒱ྀིა

Astarion x Tav/reader x Halsin poly dream, hurt-comfort, the love that he deserves, no smut but still MDNI.

𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭

Astarion wakes up from a nightmare that he doesn’t remember all that much of, other than the too familiar smell of iron and the burning of control wrapping around his neck from the years of leash training. His anxiety is cold and eager to welcome him in, but just as quickly as it comes the warm embrace of his lovers grounds him once again.

He isn’t under lock and key, he isn’t under Cazador’s thumb waiting to be squashed like a bug. He’s here, nestled in the middle of a lovers embrace that is so much more familiar than he ever thought he deserved.

“Are you okay, my heart?” He feels Halsin’s words as they rumble from the druids chest, the rasp in his tone from sleep settles against Astarion’s back.

Halsin presses his lips against the sweat-curled hair at Astarion’s temple, broad arms engulfing both bodies in front of him to tug ever-closer into the warmth he’s never short of.

“J-just a bad dream, sorry.”

You stir, fingers moving up Astarion’s chest to find purchase around his neck. Your hands are soft and gentle, soothing over his icy skin, unclasping the collar he swears is still there.

“You’re safe, my love. You’re here with us. No one is going to hurt you.”

Your words melt against Astarion where they are spoken into his sternum. You kiss those promises into him with a small peck to keep them in place.

Astarion relaxes the rigid muscles in his shoulders, breath calming from the rattling he woke himself up with. The two hearts beating on either side of his body are enough to feel like his own is stirring, pumping hot blood through dormant veins.

The feeling of love and the feeling of a heartbeat are so alien to him after two centuries, but so abundant these days. Astarion goes lax in between the warm embrace of his lovers once again. He believes you, the both of you.

He’s safe now. He’s here with you.

I'd love to see the one time when the need arose and Karlach threw Shadowheart over her shoulder to carry her to safety.

This is one time I could think of but knowing Karlach she might just run around picking her up, doesn't matter if it had anything to do with safety at all.

This is rated T. enjoy!

The fire was lit and smoldering in the middle of camp when Shadowheart returned from her bath. She was surprised to find herself alone and took a second to look for the others. In a way it was nice, to have a moment of quiet without the small bickering and idle chat of her companions. Most importantly she didn’t have to deal with Lae’zel - who had become a constant reminder of the poor decisions she had made in Lady Shar’s name. She poured herself a glass of wine from Gale’s stash and settled in by the fire with a book. The time passed by quickly enough. She had thumbed through most of the book and finished half the bottle before she thought to worry about where everyone was again.

She rose to her feet and instantly regretted that last cup of wine, her legs wobbled a bit as she squinted into the darkness. On the edge of camp she saw a pair of yellow eyes skulking about just out of reach. Halsin must be coming back from his hunt she thought, but when he did not venture closer she thought him wounded. Her big bear might need a hand. She stretched and rose, walking casually to the edge of camp, the ends of her night dress dragging slightly against the ground as she went. The eyes seemed to be just out of reach again, every step she took towards them was met with what seemed to be equal distance of space.

“Halsin, if you’re tempting me into the forest for sex, I’d prefer my tent tonight.” She grinned a bit at her joke, knowing he would sleep wherever she suggested, hells, he would curl up outside if it meant he was close to her. The creature before her stepped on a branch - the cracking sound echoed throughout the forest. The game was up, it had shown that it had been moving this entire time.

They both froze.

Her eyes trained in on it in the darkness, easy after years of practice and saw a quite ragged looking wolf in front of her.

The eyes now looked nothing like Halsin’s, the pupil’s cold and distant the scruff along it’s collar bushy and unkempt, she backed away holding her hand’s in front of her to show that she was not a threat. Hot breath pushed against the back of her legs as she realized she was encircled, the magic she had hoped to use fizzled out of her fingertips into nothing - she was spent. The one in front lunged first, causing her to jump back as it’s jaw clamped down on her nightgown, ripping the ends to shreds. Another from behind seized the opportunity, biting down hard against her ankle, the bones crunching as they were turned to dust under it’s grip, her body cascading to the ground with a hard thump.

This is the part where you scream she thought - but her voice was empty, fear had taken it’s place, the yellowing eyes of her greatest fear circled in on her, the darkness bringing. Hot, wet, tears began to fall from her eyes, and the embarrassment at her drunken stupor made her face flush hot in the cool night.

But this was not her dream, not her nightmare, she was not alone. A mighty roar came from within the trees and a bear broke through their defenses - slamming them back and slashing at the nearest wolf’s body, it jumped landing too close to Shadowheart and dug a claw into her leg cutting open her flesh.

“Bit battered tonight, Fringe?” She felt Karlach before she saw her - the heat of her body and glow pushed the shadows away with ease. The barbarian leaned over her and gave a serious look. Small flames whipped across her surface as she spoke, smoke pooling by her lips.

“Yeah. Think my ankle is broken too.” Karlach looked down at it and whistled appreciatively.

“That it is. Won’t be walking anywhere on that.” There were several low growls behind her and a wolf slammed into a tree near them almost tearing it’s claws into Karlach’s back.

“Better let the bear-man handle this alone or we’ll both end up injured, come on.” She put her arms around Shadowheart and lifted her easily, tossing her over her shoulder like a sack of flour as she jogged back to camp. Karlach made a warm breeze in her wake and Shadowheart watched the tiefling’s ass bouncing below her to keep her mind off the pain of her ankle. Before she could comment on the view they were at her tent.

“M’Lady.” She announced as she put Shadowheart down on her bedroll and propped her injured leg up with pillows and books then turned to leave. Shadowheart could feel her body move but didn’t know what it was reaching for until her fingertips grabbed a ruby red jewel on the edge of Karlach’s clothing.

Her voice was hoarse and her eyes wet from fear.

“You’re welcome to stay.” She said, trying to be nonchalant. Karlach grinned, her hair billowing from her heat and settled next to her. Her arms wrapped around Shadowheart holding her against her chest and sprinkling her head with warm kisses.

“I won’t let anything hurt you again.” Karlach whispered to her softly, stroking her hair out of her face.

Halsin plodded to the front of the tent, his body covered in guts and viscera and curled up just outside. His eyes scanning the forest for any more unwelcome visitors.

wip wednesday

Hi hi hi hi hi, it's Wednesday and I feel like yapping, what else is new.

I've been working a lot on the Evie/Halsin pwp since talking about it the other day and I have more to say about it apparently. Explanation and draft snippet both under the cut due to high spice levels.

So - even though Evie is sexually experienced, I don't think she has a lot of experience talking openly about her desires with a partner. She's had a lot of one off hookups and brief relationships and I don't think she has really been comfortable around or truly trusted any of them. Which has probably led to things like unsatisfying sex or uncomfortable boundary pushing and that sucks, I hate that for her.

The doc is called "negotiation" right now because it's kind of what she's working through with Halsin here. Asking for things she wants, saying no, experimenting with new things with a person she trusts enough to be vulnerable around. And that would be an element of any of the relationships I've put her in so far but I thought the concept was specifically fun to write about with Halsin because 1) he's going to be unphased by anything she does or doesn't want and 2) he's experienced enough to have some big ideas while also being very thoughtful about how Evie is feeling the entire time. Basically he's a good dude and I just wanted them to really enjoy each other!

Anyway this scene was basically the seed idea everything else has sprung up from. I haven't gotten the exact phrasing yet (hence this beginning basically mid-thought) but roughly what they're talking about here is Evie being kind of a smart ass/brat and then Halsin asking if she's trying to incorporate that into their encounter. Okay, have fun!

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“Is that what you want? Attention?” The hand in her hair tightened its grip and Evie gasped as her head was gently tipped back. “Or perhaps to be punished?” Her blood pounded in her head and she felt dizzy with it, a worrying sort of vertigo that made it hard to breathe. She struggled for the right words. Evie wanted to be game, to be adventurous, but the thrill had ratcheted up faster than she could follow. “I don't…I don't think I want that,” she said falteringly. Halsin instantly released the hold on her hair and then both arms were at her back, gathering her even closer for another kiss. “Sorry,” Evie mumbled. “Hush, no apologies.” Halsin kissed the corner of her mouth. “You came here to enjoy yourself. And a game is only harmless when all parties are interested in playing.” He kissed her neck. “Tell me what you do enjoy.” Evie tilted her head with a small whine. “Boring things. You’ll laugh.” “Tell me.” Nerves swirled in her stomach again as Halsin nibbled and kissed over her neck, scattering her thoughts with each touch. “I like you.” Her cheeks were hot. “I like big men with muscles and chest hair. But I like girls who are soft and pretty. I - ah. I like when people are nice to me.”   He opened her collar further to mouth over the swell of her breast, near her heart. “I like that too. Giving beautiful creatures like you exactly what they want.”