#halstarion fluff

[kawareo]

There are ways to get around Astarion's pitiful 8STR

[chiwhorei]

˗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.