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pedros-immaculate-vibes · 2 months

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Smutty City Thots

This is based off of this comment

Thank you for getting my brain to work @clairetheflower

Be warned, fluffy spicy chatter ahead.

Halsin lay in bed at the end of the day, hair let down, next to you. He was still adjusting to the feeling of being in an actual bed with the wind wafting gently through gossamer curtains by the window. You had meandered about the room, preparing to sleep, when a thought had seized you; you sat with your legs folded beneath , brushing your hair.

“Something just occurred to me,” you began, distracted. “Most of our time together has been spent with me saving you.”

Halsin looked away from the setting sun to you, “Mm, is that how you see it.”

“Well, yeah. First, there were the goblins in the worg pen, then we met and you asked me to wipe out the three goblin leaders, which lead to the whole camp coming to an untimely end. I also saved your grove from shadow druids, then I helped save your cursed ‘kingdom’. If I didn’t know any better, this would sound a lot like an old nursery tale.” You paused, and looked mildly incredulous, “I might have seen you as the damsel in distress.”

A quiet chuckle, “If you didn’t know better, that is.” He sat up a bit straighter with a smirk. The thin sheet tumbled further off of his chest, landing around his almost bare hips. “And what would that make you?”

“Your hero, obviously.” You caressed a strand away from his face.

He pulled you closer by your lapel, making you sit up on your knees, “I can think of one thing that’s distressing me, at the moment,” his finger slid beneath your nightgown and grazed your inner thighs.

Your hand shot to a place under his chin and seized the opportunity for a distraction; a well aimed tickle and suddenly, he was on the defensive. He recoiled back with a choked laugh. You jumped back up off the bed, avoiding his grasp, and walked to the only table in the room, laying your brush down.

“You know, according to the fairytales, the hero usually gets some kind of…” you waved your hand in the air, feigning to forget the necessary word. “Some kind of boon,” you began pacing to the window and drawing the shutters. You turned around to him, pretending to still be lost in thought, “Something to make the hero feel appreciated,” lowering the straps to your garment below your shoulders, “some kind of compensation,” you stood at the foot of the bed as the garment slid down off of you, “if you will.”

His chin lowered slightly as his eyes darkened, taking in the sight. He reached his hands up behind his head, stretching his arms so wide they almost matched the length of the headboard. “Ah, my savior expects payment of some kind. Unfortunately, I don’t believe l have much to give. I’m but a poor damsel, after all.” His thigh swept open beneath the thin sheet.

“Oh, don’t be so hard on yourself,” you began to crawl across the bed toward him, “I believe you’ve got plenty.”

#Fluff #halsin #tav #Durge #halsinxtav #halsin x tav #bg3 #baldurs gate #Elfsong tavern #elf song tavern #Hero #damsel in distress #Halsin smut #Halsimp #A peaceful elf

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pedros-immaculate-vibes · 3 months

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Smutty Thoughts with Halsin

He’s going to want to help you get there in more ways that one, and if his mouth is free from that purpose, he’s going to want to feel every moan of yours flow between his lips; he’d savor the taste of every whimper, and you’d feel a smile as he kissed your gasps away

😮‍💨

#Halsin #halsimp #a peaceful elf #halsin silverbough

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pedros-immaculate-vibes · 2 months

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A Peaceful Elf

Part 33

Damned If I Can’t Slow Dance With You

Light streamed in from the window and merriment continued on the main floor. He turned to you. You covered your mouth with your hands, anticipation making you giddy.

For a moment, everything was still.

“Finally,” Halsin sighed, his voice dripping with sin as he dropped his chin low. He strode toward you on an unalterable course. Crossing the space almost instantly, the druid wove his right hand into your hair, kissing his way down from your lips as his left hand hooked your leg onto his hip. Pinning you against the wall with his frame, he spread your still standing leg off to the side to lean closer. Your eyes almost rolled back at the pressure. His kisses pulsed against your lips. All you could do was moan and try to breath steady as you felt yourself sink into this moment, every ounce of tension melting out of your body. Your fingers crept up his neck and into his hair, loosening the ties and letting it drape further down around his face.

Finally.

—Warning, there be long, detailed, power-play smut ahead. Godspeed 🫡

#A peaceful elf #the peaceful elf #Halsin #damned if I can’t slow dance with you #Part 33 #chapter 34 #halsin #durge #tav #halsin x tav #halsin x durge #halsimp #Smut #fanfic #halsinsmut #bg3

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pedros-immaculate-vibes · 3 months

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I know this has been explored over countless fanfics

(because I’ve read a few of them)

But I miss spring and I’ve got the idea of this big, strapping elf just looking you up and down from across camp when he thinks you don’t notice

or his dark eyes disrespectfully taking you in from across the fire while you’re reviewing how the adventure of the day went. You glance at him to make sure he feels included

And he holds your gaze for a moment, long enough for you to know something’s on his mind.

The usually logical elf is finding it hard to keep his mind on planning and logistics tonight, as the evenings begin to lose their chill and the flower buds begin to form on bare branches.

He excuses himself early from the fire after the meal for several nights in a row, sometimes giving an excuse, sometimes not.

You approach him to ask about how the stock of food is keeping while he works on breakfast, and you see his shoulders tighten. He answers your question, but avoids looking at you.

Some of the sauce from the meal splashes up onto his arm from his suddenly forceful stirs, and you take the opportunity wipe it from the forearms you’ve admired since day one.

You don’t notice his jaw clench or his heart rate increase at your touch.

With your unfortunately lacking knowledge of Druidic practices, you have no idea that this sweet, thoughtful elf that you’ve flirted with since the party has been dropping hints; that this polite, bulwark of a man wants nothing more than to caress your face and get lost in your sounds of pleasure.

He spends the rest of spring finding productive ways to cope with the tension of The Season.

#TIS THE FUCKING SEASON #I’m over winter #Halsin #halsimp #Halsin silverbough #spring fever #Bg3

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pedros-immaculate-vibes · 6 months

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A Peaceful Elf

Part I

Halsin/Tav fanfic (slow burn, fluff, angst)

“You can’t truly call yourself ‘peaceful’ unless you’re capable of great violence; if you’re not capable of violence you’re not peaceful, you’re harmless.”

A peaceful elf, he thought to himself.

*Plimk* a pebble impacted his fur.

I’ve endeavored to be peaceful, bring stability and guidance to the grove.

*Plimk*

I’ve tried to protect my people since the shadows took my predecessor. I’ve tried to be fair and protect the refugees, all while many thought my actions unwise, at best.

*Plimk*

He sat there, near a pile of crumbled temple stones, staring at the bones of an unfortunate cell occupant. Through the bars beyond, he could see the two worgs pacing as they watched him from an adjacent cell. The smell of rot, stale death, and staler ale would have been more revolting if demise didn’t seem as imminent.

And I tried to discover more about a new threat, only to be caught by these zealots.

*Plimk* *Plunk* *Shatter*

A small stone missed him and broke pottery near his leg. The noise was immediately followed by a goblin child mocking his friend’s aim.

“How’d you miss its arse, idjit? The bloomin’ thing’s the size of ya mum.”

Halsin turned his ursine head toward the bars in frustration. I must get back. I can’t end here. Not yet. Not until I warn—

“Hey, you lot, make sure he’s noice an’ tender for later. I can’t remembah the lahst time I ‘ad a thick bit o’ bear.” The older goblin sneered at Halsin while speaking to the two brats, new stones in their hands.

His brewing concern paused and redirected onto a more pleasant thought as he bared his teeth back. When I am free, she’ll be the first corpse.

Between the pebbles targeted at his nose, the worgs low and hungry snarls, and the drunken carousing of the zealots, Halsin heard the dungeon entrance creak open. Bracing for the scent of another goblin, or worse, he cocked his head to one side in surprise. The new scent belonged to someone who smelled like the Green and fragrant air he had been surrounded by not more than a few days ago. Slicked with the coppery tang of fresh blood.

They came into view: one slight of build and in furs, another pale one in leather armor (he smelled lightly of bergamot), one with purple robes and a staff, and the last with black hair and blacker symbols on her armor. What in the hells—

The one in fur trotted confidently down the stone steps, immediately locking eyes with Halsin, a dark look of anger and—something else, pity perhaps?—simmering across her face.

*Plimk*

Another stone hit him, this time square in the eye. Rage bellowed from his chest and he charged the bars, unsure what these newcomers meant to do, but quite sure that he was finished with the brats’ antics.

“See? It squealed!” The first brat grinned. “Hit it again!” Cheered the other.

Sylvanus, help me in my moment of need. I beg of you, prayed the druid.

“Keep yer ‘and steady, Three,” croaked the older goblin.

“What the hells are you doing?” The one in furs demanded, approaching the spectacle.

“We’re juicin’ it up,” crowed the older goblin. “The beast came in ‘ere wit those robbers. Killed Dink—and Mince, too. Boss’ thinkin’ of servin’ it to the worgs.”

The one in furs’ eyes darkened at this. Her focus slid to Halsin, catching him a bit off guard as she growled directly to him, “don’t worry, we’re here to help.” Her face snapped back to the goblin, eyes glowing and a menacing grin seeping across her face from ear to ear.“How about a taste of your own medicine?”

This might be my only chance, the bear thought. Hells, what have I got to lose?

The druid mustered every gram of strength he had and hurled his weight onto the prison bars, shattering the masonry around them and causing the the rusty iron to fall loose in one fell motion. A wave of satisfaction ignited in him when the bars flattened the older goblin beneath his paws.

A bit of freedom. Now, time to fight for a bit more.

The pale one shot a goblin while the one in furs shifted into—oh, that’s a pleasant surprise—a giant spider, shooting webs onto the suddenly free worgs. Halsin joined her in gutting the lupine beasts, catching a goblin in his teeth along the way. The robed one seemed to cast a grease spell while the stiff-lipped one with ebony hair set it alight by shooting down one of the lit ceiling fixtures. The smell of grease and flaming goblin filled Halsin’s nose, and as soon as the fight had started, it seemed to end.

Relief flushed over him as he shifted back into an elf and turned to his new companions.

“Pardon the viscera, one should cherish all of nature’s bounty, but goblin guts are quite far down the list”

—

Tav formed back into her usual half-elf appearance, barely able to stop herself from gawking.

Are you fucking kidding me. THIS is the arch druid everyone kept telling me about? Calm, keep calm, watch what kind of face you’re making, listen to what he’s saying, don’t get distracted—

By the glistening biceps or those eyes—

Oh my gods his eyes, are they green? What even are—

SHIT, what did he just say?

Astarion, clearly seeing you at a loss for words, chimed in with “She’s most likely a friend of nature, and surely a lunatic, so how about a bit of both, if we’re being honest?”

A rumbling chuckle seemed to echo through him—my gods how much of him is there—as he brushed off the response with a “Fair enough.”

A bit more conversation swept by, obviously important information that you had a hard time absorbing due to, ahem, circumstances, but the gist was not lost on you. Kill the three leaders. Get the bear home. You could handle that.

“I can help you, if you’d like. But, please know, I won’t be able to keep my bear-form at bay. If you plan on subtlety, my company may not work in your favor.”

Covert and planned action had always been your strength, so that mixed with the concern for the bear—er, druid’s wellbeing would probably put you at a disadvantage.

“Please stay here, for now,” you found yourself tentatively saying.

The arch druid bowed with a smile, holding your eyes as he leaned down. “Then I will wait here.” A look of concern filtered across his eyes. “But please, hurry. Each minute could mean the safety of another innocent.”

“Of course, Arch Druid. I’ll see you soon.” I’ll see you soon?? THAT seemed a little familiar for a first mee—

“Please, I cannot have my savior address me by my title. Call me Halsin,” with a cheeky grin.

Your breath hitched and heat crept up your back. “Of course. See you soon…Halsin.” With that, you mustered whatever was left of your self-respect and turned on your heels away from the polite behemoth. Have to focus. HAVE to focus. Honestly, nothing outside this pen could be as—as—

What was the word you were looking for? Surprising? Shocking? Exciting? No, not exciting…

“My, my, Gale, did you cast silence on our dear Tav right before she spoke to that hulking druid? She seemed awfully quiet for a bit there. Hmm, there MUST have been some magical occurrence to keep her from—”

“Astarion, I promise you, fashioning a spike in this hovel would not be a challenge,” you growled under you breath, trying to keep your voice low enough for your companions and ONLY your companions to hear.

The pale elf threw up his palms, “I’m just impressed our dear wizard here can cast silence so thoroughly after a battle but remain stuck within a waypoint.” He slyly grinned at you. “Whatever else could I mean, my dear?”

“While I do appreciate your faith in my many varied abilities, I have temporarily, um, forgotten the silence spell,” admitted a somewhat crest-fallen Gale. “Rest assured, that will be remedied as soon as I find a scroll or tome with it,” he assured you. “After all, what’s a wizard without his spells!”

“Indeed,” crooned Shadowheart, eyeing the wizard with a barely perceptible smirk.

You put your hand on your forehead, eyes closed, and comforted yourself with the thought of the imminent massacre ahead. You knew violence and cunning, unnervingly so. Remaining unflustered with your new companions, however, seemed to escape you.

—

Halsin huffed a chuckle as the ragtag group of saviors left the dungeon. How they got this far, he was not sure. He hoped they would return as much in one piece as possible, and in a state of mind for conversing; there was much to discuss and the one in the furs seemed particularly dazed after freeing him. What did that pale, fragrant one call her?

Tav.

…Tav.

Unassuming, and yet quite efficient. Albeit not verbose.

He suddenly remembered why he had wanted to get to the temple: the Selunite outpost. Searching for signs or mentions of it in the worg pens took his mind off of you for a time, but his mind flitted back to your pale green eyes. The way your face looked, flushed from battle while talking to him. Perhaps, he could strike up a conversation regarding druidic theology or spell work once everything was sorted.

If it would get sorted. He was reminded of the gravity he placed in your hands while he paced the dungeon. But then again, you’d already managed to answer his prayers once that day.

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pedros-immaculate-vibes · 3 months

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For yall reading A Peaceful Elf

Are yall good with the pace?

Does it seem like it’s too long?

I don’t want to cut shit out of it bc I like describing all of the physical/emotional details, but I’m also almost at chap 30 and I never thought I’d make it to chap 10 😅

#A peaceful elf #the peaceful elf #Halsin #halsimps #Halsimp #Halsin silverbough

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pedros-immaculate-vibes · 6 months

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A Peaceful Elf

Part III

Halsin/Tav fanfic (slow burn, fluff, angst)

Zzar, Daggerford Clarry, ale. Well, that’s certainly something. You looked in your bag at the bottles you and your band of merry adventurers had stolen from the goblins who would no longer be needing them. “Hey, soldier, think we have enough libations in your bag, or can we fit more?”

The swarthy tiefling gave you a shameless grin. “I’ll have you know I’m carrying my weight in dandy drinks and a lady never says her weight, but trust me, it’s a FUCK of a lot!” She threw her head back and her hair whipped around as wildly as the flames in her chest. “We won’t remember tonight if it bit us in the arse! No offense, fangs!” She elbowed Astarion.

“Mmm, none taken,” he mumbled, although he clearly didn’t appreciate being touched. “Any chance there’s a bottle in there that isn’t absolute swill? I do have standards, you know.”

“Ale’s ale, mate. You can have a go at it when we get back to camp, but I’m sure you’ll find something worthwhile,” Karlach winked down at him, flirting the way only a gregarious soul could with Astarion. You weren’t sure, but you could have sworn you saw the vampire blush the slightest bit as he changed the subject and looked away into the woods. Did Vampires blush?

“Any idea who’s going to this, ugh, debaucherous debacle tonight? I like to know who’s on the list for things like this.”

“Only the who’s-who of the grove, which is to say, probably everyone you’ve talked to,” chimed Gale, who seemed in very high spirits himself. He had found a few scrolls and a tome in a hidden chest beneath some rubble. It was like watching a cat who caught a canary saunter through the woods.

“I’m sure tonight will meet your expectations, Astarion, in the best possible way,” Wyll smiled back at him, a satchel brimming with food on his back. “Will this be the first time you’ll be getting a hero’s welcome? I can promise you, that feeling stays in your heart forever; like a candle on a cold evening,” he beamed. The smile turned a shade wry as the moment passed.

“I’m sure you’ve had many such welcomes, Wyll, and countless more to come,” you put a hand on his shoulder, determined to make him forget his recent misfortune. His sacrifice had gained them Karlach, after all. He deserved every spot of happiness you could afford. Wyll nodded gratefully to you and looked back at the trail, smiling a bit easier.

“Oh! So I’m assuming that druid elf will be there, what was his name? Has-been? I wonder what kind of standards he has… in regards to libations, of course,” schemed Astarion as he glanced sideways at you.

You sighed.

A few miles ahead, when you and he were at the back of the group, Astarion tripped over a few conveniently placed vines.

***

The druids had already stopped the ritual a few days before you were able to save Halsin; after you revealed the correspondence between Kagha and the Shadow Druids found in a disconcertingly serene wetland, the interim Arch Druid came to her senses and helped you purge the grove of their influence. With that, tension eased and the tieflings breathed easier. Now that Halsin had returned, everything was about as idyllic as possible, given the circumstances.

Your pride warmed you as a breeze flitted over the lake near the camp. Staring out over it for a brief moment more, you turned to Wyll, handed him the best of the food and drink you could find, and nodded to him, understanding his wish for quieter surroundings. “Always looking out for us. Thank you, my friend,” he smiled back wanly, and returned to his reverie.

The idea of sprinkling drow poison on his food had flitted through your mind and nauseated you as quickly as you forced it to flit right back out. What kind of thought was that, toward Wyll of all people? Something to figure out later, I suppose. Not tonight. You turned a corner and the whole camp came into view; the far end of the camp, near the river, became keenly clear as a pair of hazel eyes swept across the soirée, to yours.

Not tonight. Please.

—

He inhaled deeply and supped on the vibrance of the smiles, laughter and music around him. Halsin wasn’t the only one who was free, now; the tieflings would be on their way, the umbra of the Shadow Druids had dissipated over the grove, and the danger of the Absolute camp had been vanquished.

His chest swelled with a wholesome delight.

All thanks to this band of, well, vagabonds. Idiots seemed too harsh, although after speaking at length to a few of them, he realized that there was more will than wisdom in more than one. Nonetheless, he couldn’t have been more grateful.

Friendly back slaps and arm shakes came from the group, especially Zevlor who had imbibed at least two glasses of something strong. The night was going well and he was glad to see a few druids in the fray, dancing in a circle with a tiefling or two. The bard tiefling strummed something lively while more joined the circle around the camp fire. Halsin gladly stepped back from the dancing, not nearly drunk enough to partake in anything rhythmic around so many he would have to face again at some point. Actually, not drunk at all. He saved that for more intimate company.

He stood back, at the edge of the camp, and took inventory of his saviors: the feisty tiefling in leather danced in the circle; the pale one (who’s name he had learned was Astarion) endeavored to make Lakrissa swoon over a bottle of wine near his tent; Gale spoke animatedly with Rolan at his tent table, books and complicated hand gestures between them; the githyanki gnawed on a roasted leg of something while peering over the crowd, apparently looking for someone; Wyll was nowhere to be seen; and the brooding one named Shadowheart stood near a tent by the fire, admiring the brawny tiefling woman.

That’s everyone, he thought, except—

His eyes fell on Tav, from across the camp. His chin dropped every so minutely to his chest as he held her eyes and smiled, lightening his gaze by cocking his head to the side and nodding gingerly at her. She did the same. Then, quickly looked away. The light on the lake danced behind her, making her already invigorating presence even more dynamic. Something in his gut tightened and his ears twitched as he realized the tips of them were burning. Blinking at the unexpected sensation, he raised an eyebrow looking down at his boots and pursed his lips. I’ll need to keep that in check, it seems. And she appears to be occupied. I’ve garnered enough of their attention. I can speak to them, to her, tomorrow. He cleared his throat and came back to reality when another tiefling and druid came to congratulate him and hear his harrowing tale of capture and liberation at the hands of the travelers.

He looked once more at Tav’s face, her eyes alight at the sight of all the merriment, and felt a smile spread wide across his face.

“They are, quite remarkable, to be sure.”

He looked back at his audience and began to retell the tale, only to miss Tav look at him and think the same.

—

After hearing all of the stories of this arch druid of the grove and see him cater to yet another growing group of adoring faces, some with more than mere appreciation in their stances and glances, after all he’d been through, she could think of only one thing:

Quite remarkable.

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