Fen'nas never could've imagined what her life would be like when she left Moonwood. She found a family to call her own, saved Faerûn, and found a love deeper and purpose more profound than she thought possible. And to think, it all started with a tadpole in her brain.
The fact that I'm currently suffering my unwanted subscription to Lucifer's waterfall. I just know Halsin would rub my back, give me sweets, and wrap himself around me in lieu of a heating pad ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ
~ Both you and Halsin had agreed on a small and intimate wedding
~ The Grove was almost unrecognizable by the time you had finished decorating, flowers and simple draped lace transforming it into any Druid’s dream
~ Halsin, however,was practically crawling out of his skin at the idea of not seeing you the whole morning before the ceremony
~ After much pleading and a masterful application of puppy dog eyes, you finally agreed to meet before the ceremony to exchange a gift
~ You had chosen a new whittling knife, specially commissioning it out of the rarest metal you could afford
~ When the two of you finally met that morning, your hair was half done and clothes were disheveled from the preparation
~ Even so, you couldn’t have been more enchanting to Halsin, the Druid giving you a warm smile
~ He handed you your gift, something weighty wrapped carefully in a lacy cloth
~ The sound of Halsin’s reaction to your own gift slowly faded from the world as you slipped open his present
~ Inside was a small wooden carving, it seemed to be a butchered attempt at a stylized heart
~ Halsin blushed and toyed with his new knife shyly, explaining that your gift was the very first carving he had ever whittled
~ “I know it may be… misshapen… but I knew when I made it, that someday I’d give both it and my real heart to the person I would love forever”
Astarion -
~ Something New ~
~ Your wedding to Astarion was one of the most extravagant parties you had ever prepared
~ Luckily, Astarion lent quite the hand through the entire process
~ In fact, all you really had to prepare was the invitation list. Astarion handled practically everything else
~ You were worried the preparations would stress him, but he seemed to love the details in it
~ He wanted every speck to be perfect, every hair in place for when he showed off his love in front of the world
~ The day of the wedding, you watched as he rushed around the venue, making sure everything was in place to run smoothly
~ When you went off to your dressing room to prepare, you were surprised to see him open the door soon after
~ The pale elf cleared his throat and smiled awkwardly, holding out a thin paper box
~ Astarion clarified it wasn’t anything too special, just something he had worked on to complete your wedding attire
~ When you opened the box, warmth and emotion spread through your chest
~ Inside, was a carefully folded veil, hand stitched with crawling flowers and lace
~ “I hope you will wear it, darling, I couldn’t stand the thought of you wearing anything that wasn’t as beautiful as you”
Gale -
~ Something Borrowed ~
~ Your wedding to Gale was comfortingly cozy
~ His mother had a big hand in putting everything together, doting over you the entire time
~ Tara even pitched in, acting as a working director, delegating out what she thought was the most important tasks
~ Gale spent most of his time trying to keep you calm, a warm whisper reminding you that everything would be perfect on your special day
~ The night before, you were a nervous wreck, realizing the necklace you had planned to wear for the event had a broken clasp
~ Both you and Gale tried to mend it, but it was simply beyond repair
~ After holding you through a few exhausted tears, Gale got up to rummage through a chest in the corner
~ He sat back next to you, holding out a small wrapped box
~ He explained it was something from his mother he was going to give you the next morning, a ‘something borrowed’ to an old poem he knew
~ But with your necklace dilemma, he figured now was a good a time as any
~ You carefully unwrapped the package, gasping when you saw the dainty glittering neckpiece, silver and gemstones winding their way into a delicate star
~ “Mother saved it saying she wished on a falling star that I’d find love like she had. She must have wished on the most brilliant star in the sky for the heavens to send me you”
Wyll -
~ Something Blue ~
~ It seemed like the entire city of Baldur’s Gate was involved in the planning for your wedding to Wyll
~ The guest list started small, mostly just family and close friends
~ But once more people found out that the Grand Duke was getting hitched, the party quickly expanded
~ You were excited for the evening, knowing the whole of the city would be dancing and drinking, celebrating your love and union
~ Wyll, however, was not so excited at the thought of going an entire day without seeing you
~ You weren’t superstitious, but you liked holding on to the few traditions of a wedding day, including not seeing each other until the vows
~ From what you had heard all morning, apparently Wyll’s groomsman had to keep a close eye on The Blade
~ He had been trying to sneak off at every opportunity, wanting to get at least a glimpse of you
~ Right now, in your little dressing room, all was quiet and calm
~ You were adding the finishing touches to your appearance when the door suddenly swung open, Wyll standing in the doorway breathless
~ He gave you a giant smile, holding out a bouquet of bright blue flowers
~ You couldn’t help but burst out into a fit of giggles at his disheveled appearing, it seemed he’d fought an army just to get to you
~ “Surely I’m allowed to see you if I’m bringing you a gift. We may have forever, but I couldn’t go another second without seeing you”
Greetings and salutations, you beautiful people! I have an important question. I've made a drow durge (redemption) and I know that's a really good romance with Astarion. What I would like to know is whether or not it is for Halsin as well? No spoilers pls! I'm just wondering if it's special or relatively the same. Thanks!
A/N - I’m going to be uploading a little less from now on, making some room in the schedule for series and art commissions. I’ll still upload on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, there just may not be multiple fics uploaded for each. I’m hoping the variety of content will make up for it :D <3
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Wyll -
~ simplicity ~
~ Wyll loved the idea of having picnics with you
~ He knew the best spots too, empty rooftops where the two of you could look over all of the glowing lights of Baldur’s Gate
~ You’d talk about your day together, snacking on the masterfully packed picnic basket Wyll brought along
~ He chose food from all over the city, packing up your favorites neatly
~ It never failed that the chatting would extend through the night until the sun had long since dipped below the horizon
~ Whenever you were overtaken with yawns and sleepy sighs, Wyll would pack everything up and help you down
~ Every outing ended with a gentle kiss to your forehead and a loving gaze from the Blade
~ “Of all the beauty Baldur’s Gate has to offer, you’re my favorite part”
Astarion -
~ extravagance ~
~ In truth, you had to beg Astarion to go on a picnic with you
~ He much preferred formal dates, fancy dress and parties
~ But seeing how much it meant to you, he finally relented on one condition - He got to be in charge of the planning
~ He even had the gall to blindfold you, leading you to where he had set up the picnic
~ When Astarion finally uncovered your eyes, you realized you were in a cemetery
~ You couldn’t be too mad at the location when you saw how beautifully the picnic was set up
~ Dozens of candles were lit, vases of bright red roses surrounding the soft blanket, and a plethora of cheeses and fruit arranged in a near perfect display
~ Astarion just smiled when he saw how your face lit up, obviously proud of his spread
~ “Did you think I’d allow anything less than perfect for you, my darling?”
Halsin -
~ ethereal ~
~ Halsin was a bit confused when you told him you wanted a picnic
~ After all, most of your dates were eating on blankets outside
~ When he saw how hard you were pleading, though, he knew he had to make it special
~ He spent weeks finding the perfect spot to have the picnic, knowing he absolutely had to have the perfect place
~ Finally, he stumbled across a wide meadow filled with your favorite flower
~ He took an empty basket with the two of you on your way back there, filling it with various wild nuts and fruits
~ The view of nature was perfect, it felt as if the meadow was made for you specifically
~ By the time you were in the field, the basket was overflowing
~ Halsin gazed at you the entire time, entranced by your happiness
~ “Of every flower in this field, you bloom the most beautifully.”
Gale -
~ heavenly ~
~ Gale absolutely knew how to put together a fantastic date
~ He brought you up to the top of his tower, as giddy as you had ever seen him
~ In the starlight, you could see the dozens of scrolls on the ground, each with a different constellation painted on them
~ In the middle, however, was a soft blanket and a tray of your favorite food
~ He spent most of the evening teaching you about the different stars, laughing at all of your jokes
~ Even when the two of you sat in silence, listening to the night wind, it was comfortable
~ You told him about an old children’s story you had heard, about a star who fell to earth because it had fallen in love with a simple farmer’s daughter
~ When his eyes met yours at the end of the story, they were filled with adoration
~ “I, too, would fall from the heavens if it meant I landed in your arms”
Halsin Headcanons For When He's In Love With You/Tav (Ungendered)
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Quick CW|| Some graphic depictions of violence, particularly puncture wounds and viscera, intentions of heavy violence also referenced.
In Battle
He trusts you, perhaps more than anyone else, to handle yourself. He doesn't hover, but he always has an eye on you as you tear into the fray.
He always seems so gentle to you that you sometimes worry about your own brutality in a fight. Especially when it leaves you covered in blood.
Because of this, you tend to keep your distance after a fight, too frightened to look into his pretty hazel eyes and see any measure of hesitance or disgust with you. Not that you've gotten used to it, you cant bear the thought of him not calling you 'my heart.'
This is only a fear for you until you got pinned down with a particularly nasty bhaalan cultist. Astarion had already been taken down in the surprise attack, then you were toppled by one of the many in the ambush.
The scream you let out as they sadistically drove their daggers through the palms of your hands was shocking even to you. You felt like a moth pinned to a board--it was too painful to try to break yourself free, even as the assailant wielded his next blade like he was about to field dress an elk.
You'd never felt fear like that.
But it didn't last long. A great cave bear launched through the air and into your attacker, wasting no time before ripping into the soft flesh of his throat and tore it out.
The smell of fear on you was strong, he knew you couldn't fight like that, so he simply stood guard over you, tearing to shreds anyone who got close from what small parts of it you can remember through the utter fear.
It was the after math of that fight when you knew you could never let him go.
He cups your face in his large, warm hands.
"Look at me, dear heart. Look upon me and remember that you're alive. There is no more threat. There is no one to hurt you. I would never let someone take you away from me before nature deigns it so."
The blades, you wept, the blades would hurt to remove.
"They will, but only for a moment, my love. Just a moment of pain before I heal you myself and carry you back to camp."
It's Astarion who removes the blades from your palms and frees you; he has the steadiest hands. But Halsin wastes no time in cradling you close to him, holding both of your hands in his own as he quietly whispers the healing word. You watch as your flesh and tendons weave themselves together. Then he envelops you and comforts you as you cry. Just cry.
How lucky it is that he is so at peace with every expression of you. He takes you as you are at all moments; whether you're bloodthirsty, joyful, or terrified. He basks in it all.
At Camp
Always touching you. Always. To him this isn't a public display of affection. It's not awkward. He loves you, why should he not touch you at every moment he can?
Sometimes it's a small thing, a broad hand on the small of your back as you discuss travel plans with Wyll. A little touch to remind you that he is there, like a tether to safety.
Other times your bodies are a tangle of comfort. Like he's looked for every way he can weave his body with yours. His fingers in your hair, your arm over his shoulder, your leg betwixt his, his wide chest lifting and falling with his sleepy breaths. This is often how you wake in the mornings with him.
Perhaps your favorite, though, is the nights by the fire. He doesn't even ask most days, just places himself behind you and offers himself as your seating arrangements for the night. His arms up behind him as he reclines against a rock or a felled tree, you sitting on his lap or between his lazily bent legs. His husky laughter tickles against your ear, the little hairs on the back of your neck. His rough voice rumbled against you as he regales the camp with yet another story of his youth.
He's a bit of a night owl. You fall asleep long before him most days.
He's also a bit disheartened by how difficult it is to find clothes that fit him in your travels together. Karlach as generously offered to share her clothes with him of course, but...something about her taste doesn't really seem to quite suit him.
(A disappointment to you, considering how nice those legs looked in infernal leather.)
He's the one who does much of the hunting for the party, along with Astarion. Halsin's a shockingly gifted fisher, though most of the fish he brings back to camp have bites in the flesh.
It was unnerving to gale at first, but he learned to live with it when he once brought back a salmon the size of a deep gnome.
When You're Alone
Rarely fully clothed. Not shocking, of course and certainly not something you would ever complain about. He usually just takes his tunic off, he says it feels restrained by it. He feels like he can breathe a bit better when his chest is bare.
No pun intended, of course.
Funny thing though, you always feel its much harder to breathe when he's shirtless.
There are no chaste kisses with this large elf. He seems to not have the restraint.
"I love the taste of you, my heart. It's the finest ambrosia. How blessed I am to have free reign to sate my appetites with you."
He likes to braid your hair and you're not sure why you're surprised at how good he is at it. Braids are a common hairstyle for elves, after all, and the man is a few centuries old. It soon becomes your favorite part of any day.
"I love how long your hair is getting, love. These times with you, my focus lost in your tresses...they have become some of my most treasured memories."
He compliments you often and freely.
One day you tell him about how you worry that you're too brutal to be with him, that you're concerned you'll scare him off one day for good.
"My heart, I spend more than half of my life in the form of a cavebear. I know I have told you how I received this scar. I may treasure the thriving, living of nature but that is only one side of the coin. Nature can be as brutal as it can be miraculous. In you, I see the beauty of brutality. I do not fear it, I admire it."
In Intimate Moments
Potential NSFW below, proceed with caution.
TW|| Mentions of consensual rough housing before...well, you know.
He is...proportionately sized...if you like.
(You do. You like very much.)
You sometimes have to remind him to get his pleasure with you. He is so pleased to be with you in this way that he forgets to indulge himself, even when it would be a moment of shared pleasure.
He loves every iteration of making love with you. He loves to take you fresh after a battle, covered in blood, to remember what it is to live and be alive.
He loves to take advantage of the vulnerability of a bath in the rivers and lakes of Faerun. Seems to particularly enjoy the sounds that come out of you as he thrusts up and into you, the sounds of your bodies muted by the water so he can hear every whimper and hitch of your breath.
He loves to hunt you. More than once you've stolen away into the forests and he gives you a head start. It's some of the most thrilling experiences you've had being intimate with someone.
This is no simple game of hide and seek, it is a true pursuit.
He always finds you quickly and he is fast, but you are faster. It's always a struggle for him to catch you. When he finally does succeed in his quest, you are so lost in the thrill and challenge of the pursuit that it becomes a struggle.
This part he always wins though. Sometimes because your desire for his body takes over your desire for besting him.
Sometimes you are still fighting when he gathers both of your wrists in a single one of his hands and carefully locks your legs beneath his.
He is careful though. He would never do anything without your express consent, without your enjoyment. He may be lost in the moment but he is old enough and wise enough to keep his head.
"Do you still want this, my love? Does your body still burn with need? Or has the pursuit run away with you?"
When you tell him you want this; you want him. That brief tarry into gentleness vanishes. He smiles sharply and turns you over, taking you as an animal in the wild might. Rough and unrelenting.
His hands dig into your thighs, your hips. His fingers tangle and pull your hair.
But when all is said and done, the kisses are soft and sweet. Peppered over your shoulders, down the path of your spine.
He collects you in his arms and soothes you.
"Have you pain anywhere? Is there anything I can get for you my love? You have been so generous with your body this night, it is only right that I take care of you for the remainder of it."
He likes to discuss your intimacy at length. He wants to know what you liked, what you didn't like, what he should change. At first you didn't like to critique, but he pressed you about it once he started to notice changes in your demeanor or reactions in the act. It's gotten much easier for you to discuss these things with him over time.
He simply loves discussing the potential of a family with you. Sometimes enough to be ready for a second round. But that second round is much gentler and more loving than the first. Like he's dreaming of a future with you.
Bye, I'm crying at work 😭 (my fault, I couldn't wait lmao). I love absolutely everything about this. Idk why the cuddling & campfire sections tugged on my heartstrings the way they did. Simply amazing, tysm 😭🐻💚
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