#poly bg3

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

a/n: thank you anon for requesting this one, I miss the hype!

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・This relationship is a balance of pure chaos and serenity.

・Astarion brings the mischief, the flirtation, and the decadent indulgences. He thrives on teasing both you and Halsin...

・Halsin is the grounding presence.

・Calm, wise, and deeply affectionate. He counters Astarion’s sharp edges with quiet strength and welcoming warmth.

・And you, well you’re the anchor between them

・Sometimes siding with Astarion in his playful antics and other times melting into Halsin’s steady, nurturing embrace.

・Halsin, as the druid, is deeply in tune with nature, and his personality reflects that harmony.

・He is understanding, compassionate, and protective, with a natural inclination to support and nurture his partners.

・Both you and As know that you can go to him with anything. Halsin is amazing at giving advice. He's wise and forgiving, and the ultimate comforting force.

・Halsin would take you and Astarion on peaceful walks through the woods, showing you the wonders of the natural world. But, you know As just has to complain...about bugs or animals...and yet really, he does enjoy these walks.

・An activity all three of you love doing is reading together. You’d take turns reading passages aloud, each of you offering a different voice, tone, or interpretation.

・These intimate moments would be filled with warmth and understanding, with occasional giggles

・Halsin wakes up at dawn—he’s an early riser

・Astarion stays curled up in bed for as long as possible, pulling you back down when you try to get up.

・Astarion craves devotion; though he won't admit it. He needs reassurance that he’s wanted for more than just his beauty or usefulness.

・Halsin, ever perceptive, makes sure Astarion is cherished with slow, patient affection, something the vampire struggles to accept at first.

・Halsin’s love is vast; just like the wilds he worships. He enjoys physical touch, holding you and Astarion both as though you are his greatest treasures. His touch is healing, protective, and reverent.

・You become their shared sanctuary; a place where Astarion can be vulnerable without fear and where Halsin can express his devotion freely.

・With Halsin’s calming presence and Astarion’s intense passion, your emotional needs would be fully met from different angles

・Despite the differences in their personalities, Halsin and Astarion would share vulnerabilities that would deepen their bond with each other and with you.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Soulmates Sometimes Come In Threes

"Shut Up” (You) x “Make Me” (Astarion) x “Just Kiss Already.” (Halsin)

Makes A Mess (You) x Cleans The Mess (Halsin) x Is A Mess (Astarion)

Moon (Astarion) x Eclipse (You) x Sun (Halsin)

Thinks He’s In Charge (Astarion) x Is Actually In Charge (You) x Knows He’s Not In Charge (Halsin)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆 in this order...

Enemies to Lovers

Slow Burn Romance

Forbidden Love

Found Family

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Sex On Fire by the Midnite String Quartet

Goodnight Sweet Possums by John Powell

The River by Brian Tyler

Cherry by Lana Del Rey

To Bring You My Love by PJ Harvey

Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・Astarion...well he loves building it up. He goes slow, teasing and pushing both you and Halsin to your limits.

・He thrives on making you beg...with his feather-light touch one moment and then overwhelming grasping and grabbing the next

・On the other hand, Halsin is raw - he's primal. He wants a connection; he needs to feel everything.

・Halsin needs to lose himself in the moment. With skin to skin complete contact, your sweat-slick bodies tangled together.

・Astarion owns the night with his sinful ways. Whispering dirty, teasing words until you're both desperate and at his mercy.

・And, Halsin owns the morning. With lazy, deep thrusts while you're warmed by the sun. His lips whisper sweet words of devotion.

・Astarion has a love for control. He pins you down, biting, leaving marks that only fade because of Halsin's magic. (This annoys As to no end).

・Halsin on the other hand is a force of nature. He lets As have his fun. Lets him play his games...but when he's ready to take over? No more games.

・And when Halsin finally takes control? Gods help Astarion. Pinned down, breath stolen, utterly undone.

・Halsin talks you through it, telling you how good you're doing. How pretty you look underneath him.

・Astarion is a little more mean; making you beg and plead for him.

[moonselune]

BEYOND excited about reqs being open!!!! i was wondering if you could do some halstarion x tav fluff/hurt comfort? i’m thinking of half elf tav in an established relationship with the two, but it’s still new so they’re keeping it lowkey in front of others, and someone in the group (like another companion) makes a lighthearted joke about them dating and being cute, and astarion gets a lil freaked out and makes a joke about how he would nEVeR cOmMiT tO sOmEonE like tAv (very over dramatic form of deflection bc you know how he is) and halsin is caught off guard so he doesn’t say anything but tav OVERHEARS!!!!! and notices halsin didn’t say anything so tav starts to distance themselves and then the other two notice and THEN fluff and comfort ensue… PLEASE AND THANK YOU love you bye

yesyesyesyesyes poly halstarion yes please

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Halstarion x reader

Halsin x reader x Astarion | Overheard

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It had been a long day of adventuring, and the group had finally settled down for the night, gathering around the campfire to share stories, food, and laughter. The warmth from the flames flickered against everyone’s faces, casting a golden glow that made the scene feel oddly peaceful, despite the chaos that often surrounded your lives. You, Astarion, and Halsin sat near each other, a little closer than the others but not in a way anyone would really notice. The relationship you shared with them was still new, delicate, and something you all had chosen to keep under wraps for now. There was a thrill in the secrecy, but also a sense of vulnerability.

You didn’t mind. In fact, you loved it—loved them, even if you hadn’t quite said those words yet. It felt like your heart was always full when you were with them, whether it was Astarion’s quick wit and sharp tongue or Halsin’s strength and steady presence. You found comfort in them both in different ways, a balance you never thought possible. But right now, sitting so close by their sides, the quiet touches you usually exchanged were missing, making the distance between you all feel just a little too noticeable.

It wasn’t long before the playful banter around the fire shifted. Karlach, ever the lighthearted one, was in the middle of a particularly animated story when she looked over at you, Astarion, and Halsin with a mischievous grin.

“You three are always together,” she teased, her tone good-natured but laden with implication. “You make a pretty cute trio, don’t you think?”

Gale chuckled, adding fuel to the fire. “Oh yes, the noble half-elf, the charming vampire, and the druid of the wilds. It’s like something out of a ballad.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, your heart skipping a beat. It was a harmless joke, but you could sense the shift in Astarion almost immediately. His body tensed beside you, his usual casual demeanor hardening as he prepared to deflect. You braced yourself, knowing how he could be when it came to matters of vulnerability, especially in front of others.

“Oh, please!” Astarion exclaimed with an exaggerated wave of his hand, his voice dripping with mock horror. “Me? Commit to someone like Y/N?” He made an overdramatic face, eyes wide with faux disgust. “Perish the thought! I would never tie myself down like that with someone like that.”

The words stung, even though you knew they were a defense mechanism. Astarion often masked his insecurities with humor and sarcasm, but that didn’t stop the sinking feeling that lodged itself in your chest. What hurt more was that Halsin didn’t say anything. He didn’t laugh, didn’t argue, just sat there in silence, looking momentarily caught off guard.

The moment passed quickly, with the others laughing at Astarion’s exaggerated performance, but it felt like a dagger to your heart. You couldn’t help the way your thoughts spiraled. Was this what they really thought? That being with you wasn’t something they wanted to commit to? You knew Astarion’s past made intimacy and trust difficult for him, and Halsin had always been patient, but the silence? That hurt more than any joke ever could.

Feeling the weight of the moment settle over you, you quietly excused yourself from the group, offering a weak smile as you slipped away from the fire and toward your tent. The laughter continued without you, but now it felt hollow, echoing in your ears as you distanced yourself from them.

The days that followed were… strange. You couldn’t help but pull away, your usual intimacy with Astarion and Halsin dampened by the uncertainty now gnawing at you. You spoke less, kept your distance, and avoided any lingering touches or soft glances.

Astarion, of course, seemed to brush it off at first, likely assuming you were in one of your moods. Halsin, however, noticed right away. His watchful gaze followed you, full of concern, but still, he said nothing. You weren’t sure which was worse—the silence or the worry.

At night, when you would normally curl up beside them, you found reasons to sleep alone. You claimed exhaustion, a need for space, anything to avoid being near them. You didn’t want to bring it up, didn’t want to confront the hurt. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding, you told yourself, but even so, the wound lingered.

It wasn’t until the fourth night of this strange, tense distance that they both confronted you.

You were by the river, staring out at the water as the moonlight rippled across the surface. It was a peaceful spot, one where you often went to clear your mind. But tonight, the peace felt forced.

“My heart,” came Halsin’s deep, steady voice from behind you. You didn’t turn, already knowing both of them were there by the way the air shifted. “We need to talk.”

Astarion was beside him, his arms crossed, but the usual smugness in his expression was gone. He looked… vulnerable. Almost as much as you felt.

“What’s going on?” Astarion asked, though there was an edge of guilt in his tone. “You’ve been avoiding us for days.”

You exhaled, trying to steel yourself against the rush of emotions that threatened to spill over.

“I heard you, you know,” you said quietly, still not turning to face them. “That night by the fire. I heard what you said.”

There was a pause, and then Astarion groaned softly, running a hand through his hair.

“That?” he asked, a mix of exasperation and regret in his voice. “Darling, that was just a joke. You know I didn’t mean it.”

“Okay and yet you didn’t say anything, Halsin,” you murmured, finally turning to look at them. “You didn’t say anything at all.”

Halsin’s brow furrowed, a deep frown forming on his face.

“I didn’t know what to say,” he admitted, stepping closer. His eyes were full of concern, but also confusion. “It caught me off guard. I didn’t think it would hurt you.”

You swallowed hard, the knot in your chest tightening. “It did.”

Astarion sighed, moving closer as well, his usual swagger nowhere to be found. Instead, there was a softness in his eyes, one he rarely showed in front of anyone else.

“I was deflecting,” he confessed, voice quieter now. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, love. I just… panicked.”

“Panicked?” you asked, glancing between the two of them. “Why would you—”

“Because I’ve never had this before,” Astarion interrupted, his gaze locking with yours. “I’ve never had someone I cared about this much. And sometimes, when people bring it up, I… I don’t know how to handle it.”

Halsin nodded, his large hand resting gently on your arm, his touch warm and grounding.

“And I’ve never shared something like this with anyone,” he admitted. “I’m still learning how to balance it, how to be what you need.”

You felt the tightness in your chest begin to ease, their words softening the hurt that had built up inside you. It wasn’t perfect, but it was real—an honest confession of their own struggles, just as much as yours.

“I don’t need you to be perfect,” you whispered, looking between them both. “I just need to know I’m important to you.”

Astarion let out a soft chuckle, a sad, almost relieved smile on his lips. “Oh, darling, you’re more important to me than I could ever put into words.”

“And to me,” Halsin added, his voice warm and full of conviction. “You are everything, my heart. We should have told you that sooner.”

You took a deep breath, letting their words wash over you, feeling the tension melt away as Halsin pulled you into his arms, and Astarion soon followed, wrapping his arms around the both of you. The weight of their embrace felt like home, and for the first time in days, you let yourself relax into it.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered against Halsin’s chest, your fingers brushing against Astarion’s hand as he held you tight.

“We’re sorry,” Halsin corrected softly, his voice rumbling through you.

Astarion pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “We’ll do better, I promise.”

And as you stood there, tangled in their arms, you knew that they meant it. You’d figure it out together—one day at a time.

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I fucking love halstarion. Hope you guys enjoyed it! - Seluney xox

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Upcoming from Lynn's vault:

-Poisonous bites. Astarion x Reader. Angst, Hurt, Fluff.

-fixing flowers. Astarion x tiefling!Reader. (Requested) Fluff

-hold my hand. Wyll x Reader x Gale (Requested) Fluff

-the sun that melts my edges. Karlach x tiefling!durge!reader. (Requestes) Angst, Fluff.

-the edge of the world. Wyll x reader. Angst

[moonselune]

Hii! Can you please do a halsinx tav x shadowheart one in which they’re living a peaceful domestic life after fighting the absolute and the hijinks that pursue when they try to introduce the owlbear cub to the orphans? Thank you!

yes yes yes omg writing this made me feral

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Halsin x reader x Shadowheart | Newest Addition

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The new grove buzzed with life. The children ran and played, the air filled with laughter and the occasional scuffle over who got to carry what for the workers constructing Halsin’s vision of a sanctuary. Shadowheart stood by Halsin, a calming presence among the organized chaos, as she gently coaxed a particularly skittish goat into eating from her hand.

"Careful with the goats," she said with a smirk. "I think this one’s smarter than the kids."

Halsin chuckled, glancing at her with a warmth that spoke of the deep bond you all shared. "I think they’re learning from each other."

Their conversation was cut short by a high-pitched squeal of excitement coming from one of the meadows. Both turned, brows furrowed, before exchanging a knowing look. The source of the commotion was obvious.

"Do you think—" Shadowheart started.

"Yes," Halsin said with a sigh. "Let’s see what they’ve done this time."

They made their way to the meadow, where a surprising and chaotic sight awaited them. You were in the middle of a small field with the now fully grown owlbear cub. The massive creature was playing gently, letting the children climb on its back, nuzzle into its feathers, and laugh as it rolled over with a deep, purring growl. You, glowing with delight, stood proudly in the middle of it all, showing off the owlbear to the children like an eccentric parent introducing their newest family member.

“Come on, take turns!” you were instructing the kids, guiding them to pet the owlbear’s thick feathers. The owlbear, now a fully grown adolescent with a playful energy, squawked happily as the children giggled and squealed.

Halsin and Shadowheart stopped in their tracks, exchanging a look.

“I don’t remember agreeing to this,” Halsin said with a quirk of his brow.

“I don’t remember being consulted,” Shadowheart muttered, though her lips twitched upward.

The children, ever sharp, noticed them first. One of the older boys leaned over and stage-whispered to the others. “Uh oh. Someone’s in trouble.”

The group of children burst into a chorus of delighted “ooooooo” noises, drawing your attention. You turned to see Halsin and Shadowheart standing at the edge of the meadow, arms crossed, expressions amused but clearly expectant.

“Oh no,” you said dramatically, throwing your hands to your forehead like a performer in a tragedy. “The council has convened.”

The children giggled even harder as you trudged over toward your lovers, dragging your feet and muttering mock laments. “If the owlbear must go, then so must I. It’s been good knowing you all.”

Shadowheart couldn’t keep a straight face and snickered. “At least there’ll be more room in the bed.”

You gasped, clutching your chest in feigned betrayal.

“How could you, my love?” With an exaggerated wail, you turned on your heel and collapsed against the owlbear, burying your face in its feathers. “Goodbye, sweet world.”

Halsin pinched the bridge of his nose, though his laughter rumbled like distant thunder. “Stop being ridiculous and let us say our piece.”

Still leaning dramatically against the owlbear, you peeked out. “You may speak, Wise Druid.”

Halsin shook his head, smiling. “Of course the owlbear can stay. This grove is meant for all creatures seeking refuge.”

Your eyes lit up, but you quickly looked to Shadowheart for her verdict. Before you could even ask, she was already cooing at the owlbear, pointing out a shady patch near her section of the camp.

“You’ll like it here,” she told the creature. “There’s space, and I’ll make sure the children don’t feed you anything they shouldn’t.”

Beaming, you threw your arms around Halsin first, kissing him firmly, and appreciatively before spinning and grabbing Shadowheart kissing her deeply. Behind you, the kids groaned in unison.

“Gross!” one of them shouted, as others kept gagging and complaining that their eyes were burning.

“Oh, come on!” you called back, breaking away to grin at them. “That’s nothing compared to what I’ll do later.”

The collective shriek of dismay from the children sent you, Shadowheart, and Halsin into fits of laughter. The owlbear, as if sensing the celebration, let out a joyful squawk, its feathers fluffing up as it nuzzled into your side. The meadow buzzed with life, love, and joy, as the three of you stood together, reveling in the world you’d built and the chaos that made it perfect.

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This was actually so fucking fun to write omg, definitely one of my new favourite pairings. Hope you guys enjoyed it! - Seluney xox

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[biitchyberry]

running thru this camp like the tomb raider WHO GON CHECK ME