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[iamthunderhearmehowl]

BG3 Headcannons: Halsin's Daughter PT2

If I ever go through and write this fan fic - I just wanna let ya'll know that I wake up in the morning and think about how I can emotionally damage my readers (okay mostly myself)

So here are some more headcannons for Halsin's Daughter:

I had this idea in my head that - what if they did meet way earlier in life but didn't know it?

Halsin was kept in the underdark for 3 years as a slave; a child can be sired and grow to be a toddler in that time.

As said earlier - just like her father, she has a kind heart. So this little baby toddler sees a hungry bear in a cage, and what does she do? She sneaks him her dinner

I would think that she was attention starved - she is a bastard child to a noble. Her dinner was probably meager in comparison to her full noble born siblings.

I don't think he would know that the poor little thing was his, just that the little baby was cold

Would probably cuddle her as a bear to keep her warm

100% would wittle her a small duck <3

She carries the duck with her on a keychain into her adulthood. It's attached to her bag

Imagine the look on his face when she's sitting at the bar of Last Light Inn and he sees it on her bag

He would walk up and ask her and she got it. She would look up at him with her doe eyes - more than likely wouldn't recognize him at first and then she would start to tear up. He's aged significantly since then, but the words "My teddy bear" would fall from her lips as they hugged.

NOTE: I'm kind of working out the kinks of what she does and doesn't know about her father - previously I stated that maybe the only thing she would know was that her father was a larger than normal elf that can turn into a bear - but i'm probably going to scratch that out just for this headcannon.

ALSO not quite sure yet on how they would find out that they're father and daughter. The only thing they have in common physically is their eye color.

I kind of thought it would be funny if she was like "Yeah I'm here looking for my dad" and he's like "Oh let me help" and they spend all this time looking for him and. . . .it's him. like. Surprise.

She spent all this time searching with him and looking, being riddled with anxiety and fear that he would hate her, reject her just like her mother, and then she finds out and shes like BRUH THIS WHOLE ASS JOURNEY COULDVE BEEN 3,000 STEPS SHORTER:

BUT I WOULDN'T DO THAT TO YA'LL. I am, however, cackling to myself because this is some bullshit that would happen to me irl.

Anyways

Thats all I have for tonight <3

Orignal post can be found here

ONE LAST THING: I am looking for anyone who would like to casually RP this for funsies - it would also help me have a backbone for the fic <3 if you're interested please message me or comment and I will send you the discord server.

[midnigtartist]

POV: You’re being cringe at camp

[slaughter-kin]

it’s me i’m girls

[kyuutpie]

I will die on this hill!

[madbahlzstuff]

Karlach the SECOND you stand still lol

Volume up!

[flaggermuser]

[viablemess]

Idk why my brain was like "must find matching colors" but it was, so here you go, bg3 character color palettes. Gale's is my favorite

[featherwurm]

Like the Tadfools Drink Orders - I've been thinking about their tastes in coffee too. The local coffee shop knows when the whole group comes tumbling in it's going to be raucous, but several of the group (Tav, Karlach, Wyll, and Halsin) always ensure they, as a group, tip well.

Tav: Small black coffee – simple and straightforward, she’s drinking it to wake up a bit and out of habit.

Karlach: Seasonal mixed coffee beverage – big, sweet, and rich, she likes it fun and STRONG.

Gale: Double-shot espresso – he wants to wake up but is fancy about it, and it sounds classier when you order it.

Wyll: Mocha – the man is not above getting himself a treat (yes, they always misspell his name. Yes, even though he's a Duke's son.)

Lae’zel: Cappuccino – she has become intrigued by this beverage – the right blend of strong and soft (She will not let them misspell her name.)

Shadowheart: Caffeinated iced tea drink – cold and sweet, and also very strong, she’s not a morning person.

Astarion: Large coffee with cream and sugar – he’s not going to drink it it’s for the aesthetic (he might sip a little though.)

Halsin: Full thermos of coldbrew – He’s good for a couple days at least now.

Minthara: Flat white – the soft cream that offsets the bitterness... it appeals to her for some reason.

Jahira: Large coffee with cream – she knows who she is, she’s not going to make this complicated but she does like something a little easier to drink than black (the barista also knows her and carefully puts her name on it.)

Minsc: Large hot chocolate – Jahira says you don’t want to see him caffeinated – or maybe you do but he’s a YOU problem then. (Boo gets a tiny whipped cream treat.)

Scratch: Pup Cup – He gets whipped cream because he is a very good boy.

[alamogirl80]

Halsin tiddy shots never get old.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

.⋆｡Let Me Be Your Bear｡⋆.

Halsin x plus size reader (Tav)

An accident involving a fiery touch and your beloved stuffed teddy leads you to something wonderful

Warnings: Tav!reader, fluff, mutual pining, daddy Halsin, cuddling, reader has no specified gender or pronouns

WC: 782

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

It had been an accident really. You knew Karlach was just curious about the small stuffed animal that was sitting on top of your open pack, she didn’t mean to turn it to ash as soon as she touched it and you didn’t resent her for it, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t break your heart just a little bit. 

Especially now as you lay by the dying fire, clutching a small bag Wyll had given you for the ashes tightly to your chest in some vain attempt to receive the same warmth the toy had given you before. You knew it was silly, it was just a small bear you found at the beginning of your journey but it was comforting on the darkest of nights when you were stuck with your thoughts or nursing some wound. 

Sighing, you rolled over onto your back and came face-to-face with the massive druid who was standing over you, looking at you curiously. You inhaled sharply in shock, clutching the bag even tighter. Halsin just tilted his head. “Why are you holding a pouch?” 

Heat crawled up your neck in embarrassment. “It’s dumb.” You mumbled, but his sensitive ears caught each word. Firelight flickered over his face yet the light in his eyes was even brighter.

“You can tell me you know. I have been told I am a good listener.” You sighed, patting the ground beside your bed roll. With no hesitation, Halsin took a seat beside you, his muscular thigh only a few inches from your soft one. 

Your fingers toyed with the small braided rope that tied the top of the pouch together, the ends already frayed from your nervous fiddling. “It was my bear, it was accidentally burned up which I understand, it wasn’t deliberate. But I can’t sleep without it.” 

Halsin hummed under his breath and you braced yourself from some teasing remark (perhaps you were spending too much time with Astarion) but it never came. Instead, the druid smiled softly at you. “Perhaps, you would allow me to help, with your permission of course.” He must’ve noticed your confused expression because he quickly spoke again. “I think you forget, I myself am a bear.”

Realisation dawned on you then, which was quickly followed by bashfulness. He was offering to let you cuddle him just so you could sleep. That of itself was an enticing offer, he was an incredibly handsome man, only a fool would deny that. But more than his outward appearance, he had a gentle and kind soul, one you had quickly fallen for.

“You don’t have to.” You replied but Halsin laid one massive palm on top of your knuckles, easily enveloping your much smaller hands.

“I want to.” No other words were needed. He pulled away from you just far enough for him to shift without hurting you as his eyes began to glow a beautiful gold. You blinked and suddenly there was a brown bear standing before you. He huffed and nudged your shoulder, pushing you to lay back down.

You didn’t even notice as the pouch slipped off your lap, too focused on the way that Halsin’s huge front legs now straddled your wide hips as he himself lay down between your legs. A soft groan was forced from your lips when he placed his head onto your soft stomach but it wasn’t uncomfortable, far from it actually. His weight on top of you eased the tension throughout your body and you quickly found yourself overwhelmed with exhaustion.

He gazed at you with emotions you couldn’t quite comprehend, watching with some satisfaction as you relaxed beneath him.

Your arms curled around his head as best you could, rubbing one of his ears between your fingers. He gave a satisfied groan, his black eyes shutting. “Thank you.” You whispered and he nuzzled further into you, almost purring as your closed your eyes.

“What in the bloody hells are you doing!” Astarion’s shrill voice cut through the tranquillity of the morning, startling you from your surprisingly deep slumber. Hot breath fanned across your face as the massive bear on top of you growled before settling back to sleep, his huge maw resting on your sternum.

“Sleeping.” You grumbled and your fingers tangled in his dark fur.

“Well yes I can obviously see that but why do you have a bear on top of you?” You cracked open one eyelid to glare at the elf who looked greatly put off by this whole thing.

“He’s my bear.” You answered simply as Halsin groaned in agreement, both of you wishing to go back to sleep and maybe get another blissful hour of just holding each other.

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[iamthunderhearmehowl]

✨️Wholesome✨️ Halsin + Daughter Headcannons ❤️

Hello friends. On today's post we will go over some wholesome headcannons of how he would react to his daughter because boy have I had a shitty couple of days.

✨️This is a whole series of posts and the original + others can be found here ✨️

ALSO, her possible names: Armelle/Faeryl/Haelra/Khalees -> the poll is still on going, so click the link above if you would like to participate

Wholsome things:

So I know that as previously stated that she is techically an adult, but she is very young according to elves

I can't even begin to guess a correct age because I have no idea how old Halsin was when he was in the underdark

I guess her mentality would be that of a 17 - 20 year old human

Not quite a child, but definitely not really a real adult (same bro)

ANYWAYS: I want to say that she would be the apple of his eye

I think he's always wanted children but his priorities were always elsehere - being selfless and taking care of those in need. Him having a child would be sort of selfish as it would take his attention away from the refugees, responsibilities, etc.

So he could never willingly have children - so when he finds out he is happy that he found her

It doesn't take long for them to get close; she is starving for love and attention; and she is beyond happy that her father turned out to be the man in her cellar that would hold her and wittled her a little duck <3

He has little nicknames for her: "Little flower" "Little one" "Duckling"

It's adorable, because although Halsin is a large elf, his daughter turned out to be small and petite (Probably, due to her abuse, starvation, and malnutrion. )

If he ever had to describe her to a Tav or a companion: "Ah yes. My daughter. She is very kind and sweet but. . . don't cross her. She can be . . . ah how should I put this. . . an angry little one. Let's just say a young teifling boy seemed charmed by her and though she declined his advances, he continued to pursue her and well . . . he had to be treated and stitched for 37 coyote bites. He said she wouldn't let go. . . "

She has druidic powers - but while she is talented, she's unable to truly control them, since she has lived her life with no guidance.

She has a problem with "giving into the beast" and she will turn into a large cave bear (larger than Halsin) and just fucking RHINO SYNDROME EVERYTHING.

Halsin has to turn into a cave bear himself and pin her down to calm her down - he pretty much just sits on her

She normally passes out after this and Halsin just carries her to bed and tucks her in

Sometimes she has nightmares in the middle of the night and will just wake up screaming and crying. So what does Halsin do? He brings her warm milk and honey and sits with her until she feels safe again

He has made it his personal mission to help her become a better druid - her powers are honestly up to par with his, I mean again, it's his kid.

He likes to take her out in the wilds and teach her about the plants and berries + to learn how to meditate

I like to think that they find little creatures together and he teaches her how to handle and hold them

Her favorite thing to do with him is observe the behavior of animals - she has a small book where she sketches and writes notes

They watch and feed ducks together <3

She calls him "Papa" as in Papa Bear 🐻

Whenever he is giving her words of affirmation (when they first meet her confidence in herself isnt that great) he'll get down on one knee and put his hands on her shoulders.

He gives her plenty of bear hugs and forhead kisses

Again, he ADORES her.

He helps her put little braids in her hair

His companions like to point out that they naturally have the same habits, the way they sit, the way they walk, etc.

Overprotective Halsin:

His daughter is obviously going to be 1/2 drow. So she get's a lot of prejudice. Other druids would definitely talk shit about how she's a danger to the grove

He will walk over there and SET THEM STRAIGHT

If he knows that they're going to talk about her, he'll put a hand on her shoulder and walk her out of the area "Why don't you see what Thaniel is doing? I'm sure he could use a friend right now"

Then he'll walk back over there and chew them out

If they were ever in a fight with enemies- you better believe Halsin would run up as a bear and FUCK THEM UP if she were down

She's a pretty decent fighter, and he would rarely do this

In previous posts I put that he would be over protective of her if anyone were to get too flirtatious/show that they had ill intentions towards her (if you know what I mean) - i still stand by that - a death glare from this man is enough to get them thinking twice.

I think he would mainly do this because he knows that she's uncomfortable with being pressured into intimate acts - she was abused just like him.

Okay that's all the energy I have for tonight. The next one I will more than likely go into her Mom vs. Halsin. I would think she would want her back as she has plenty of use for her - especially now that she's got these powers. Uh well - over Halsin's dead body. This is probably the worst custody battle in the history of custody battles.

[byrdling]

Just a little detour from my normal vampire wizard content.

[slaughter-kin]

i’ve made even more

[victoria-grimesss]

Can I request smut headcanons of how Astarion (she didn't want him to feel obligated to help her so she intended to do it alone), Gale, Wyll, and Halsin react to accidentally overhear his fem s/o masturbating while saying his name? She isn't aware that he was there since he was busy earlier!

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->Warning: light smut, teasing

->A/N: MDNI! so sorry this took so long writers block hit me hard but I hope this fills the request alright.

->Astarion:

Your relationship was built on mutual trust and care for one another. Although it may have started with ill intentions you both have nurtured and built a steady foundation for years to come. Part of that trust was respecting Astarion's bodily autonomy and helping him work through his trauma. You wanted to give him space and time to be comfortable in the bedroom, well... tent. The air was thick and you had woken up with a familiar flutter in your chest. A problem easily solved on your own but not sufficiently eased. The tossing and turning, you feared, would wake Astarion (he needs his beauty sleep). Your hand would move downwards, your other moving to your mouth to keep yourself quiet. But the scent of him surrounding you, him next to you and you wearing his shirt was too much. You could hardly stifle the sounds that came from your mouth, your mind replaying every lingering touch of his, his teeth on your neck, and the words he whispers when you're both alone. His name escapes your lips only once when you are trying to reach your peak but your hands are just not enough. Astarion’s meditative sleep is disrupted by your ceaseless movement, and he wakes with annoyance before he sees the state of you, utterly delicious. It's not a secret what you were doing, your face red from the tips of your ears down your neck and slipping down the valley of his shirt you wore. His teasing would be relentless, "I'm hurt, have I truly not satisfied you enough that you had to result to such a solitary method?" His voice is deeper from the sleep he was in, hair hanging in his face. He would feign hurt but that devious smirk on his face would say otherwise. "I just didn't want to bother you, make you feel obligated to engage." The air in the tent would be hot, he would get closer and closer to you until his lips brushed your neck, he could hear how your heart was racing from the proximity. "Darling, I admire your chivalry, truly, but I’d rather be the one touching you if it’s all the same.” His hands would dance their way from cupping your cheek to leaning you back into the bedroll fully. You had awoken the next day blissfully satisfied, a bit more bloodless, and sleep deprived but it was well worth it. 

->Gale:

You would both be settled in his tower long after the events of the tadpole. The sun would be setting and he had arrived back from his favorite tomes shop, his arms full with scrolls and books galore. His mind was so focused on getting everything to his study until he passes by the bedroom door, the only sounds being the waves of the nearby sea and you.. saying his name in a rather breathily manner. He grows warm at the sound, some of the scrolls and books toppeling to the floor. This would usually be followed by him hurrying to pick them up but he sets the rest on a nearby foot-stool. He clears his throat before knocking on the bedroom door, even though it’s his own bedroom door as well. He hears a gasp from within the room and the movement of the blanket before you usher him in. “Gale. I-um. I didn't expect you back so soon. You’re usually gone the whole day when you head to the shops.” He nearly groans at the sight of you, you’re flushed and sweaty. Hair a mess and clearly you were enjoying yourself. He wishes he could cast invisibility and watch as you pleasured yourself. For another time. He shifts, a bead of sweat running down the back of his neck. “I-” “You” You both speak at the same time and then stop. He motions you to speak first. You giggle and speak, “You know, you don’t have to knock in your own home.” He runs a hand through his hair, eyes a shade darker as he looks to you. “I didn’t want to intrude on your personal time my love. It sounded like you were enjoying yourself. Although I have to admit I felt a bit left out.” His breathing is heavier and he slowly approaches you, the sunset that bounces off the sea and into the room casts an otherworldly glow and he wishes he were an artist so he could paint the vision in front of him. You offer him your hand, “Then by all means Mr. Dekarios, please join me.” 

->Wyll:

The camp was empty besides you, you had been put on strict bed rest after a nasty fight with some undead the last time you and the team were out so you were alone and bored and upset because you were obviously better despite Wyll’s protest. You swear a feather could grace the side of your face and he would carry you back to camp. Although you love him all the same, his caring nature and adventurous spirit bringing you together but right now you just felt pent up after being still for so long. The sound of the nearby river calmed you some but restless you remained. You thought more of Wyll, and more… His chivalry, endless loving words of encouragement, that one time you snuck away to the river..discarding your clothes on the rocks as you both delved behind the waterfall and soaked in the whole night together until the stars turned to sunrise. Suddenly your hand had snuck down the front of your stomach and lower until you reached underneath your undergarments, gasping at the feeling of relief. It was far and few between when you could help yourself since you were always out. You began divulging yourself further into your fantasies. Picturing you with Wyll together in a large castle, bedroom big enough to be laughable and a bed laid with satin sheets and intricate tapestry. Being able to enjoy eachothers company without the threat of death or tadpole explosion at every corner. He would ravish you on every piece of finely crafted furniture in the castle until you were forced to stop by pure muscle exertion. You were so deep in your mind you didn't hear your own name being called from the camp, nearing you rather fast. You quickly remove your hand, now frustrated on another level from your missed climax just as the flaps of the tent move and Wyll’s stare is on you, a worried look on his face. “You called?! Are you alright? Gods you’re flushed and can hardly catch your breath should I call Shadowheart?” He’s frantic and has convinced himself that you’re in the active stages of death. “Wyll!” He stills at your voice, “I was simply, taking care of myself..” You trail away and his face shifts from concern to confusion. “Healing your own wounds is hardly advisable. We have many fine healers in camp. Let me fetch one of them for you.” “Gods you are dense sometimes for being the savior of Baulder’s Gate.” You grab him by the shirt before he can leave and his lips meet yours before he’s crawling on top of you. “Ohh, you sneaky devil.” His smirk is downright devious as he swears to untangle all your knots and worries.

->Halsin:

You need air, the camp was downright suffocating now with the amount of people it contained now. You were forever grateful and indebted for all of your allies but you needed some time alone, desperately. The clearing to this meadow was the place you always came to clear your mind, far enough away to be secluded but still close enough to be safe from any wanderers. Halsin had been occupied when you left so you couldn't ask him to come with you to your disappointment. But alas you can handle your little problem. It was a warm day and seeing Halsin’s strong arms glisten with sweat and water did little to cool your burning desire that seemed to get worse as the day went on. He was so kind and sweet to you, showing you the bounty that nature can provide. He had fought by your side for some time now and your relationship had only blossomed since then. You felt your tension slowly melting as you caressed yourself thinking of the two of you in the meadow together, against a tree, the forest floor in the rain. Any way he could take you, you would have him. You didn't even notice the volume of your voice had carried all the way to his ears at the camp, he was especially attuned to you, your sweet pheromone carried him to the clearing where he saw you laid back against a bed of clovers, surrounded by an array of multicolored flowers. A goddess in his eyes you were. He stalked to you, drinking you in with each step. The sound of his name on your lips drawing him in, his urges barely contained. He cleared his throat, finding himself standing at your feet. Your eyes shot open, trying to cover yourself and maintain your modesty. “Do not fear my heart, you have called and here I am.” You don’t say anything for a moment, utterly embarrassed at being caught in such a way. “Halsin, I didn't want to bother you, you were quite busy after all.” He laughs lightly, still scanning your body. “You are my priority, when you yearn for me, I yearn for you all the same. All you must do is cast me a glace and I will take care of you.” He starts to remove his shirt, “May I take care of you?” His voice is deep, his broad frame casting a cooling shadow upon you. You shiver, he stiffens. “You may. Only if I may show my gratitude back?” He smiles and drops to his knees before you, hands parting your legs as his kisses more from your bent knee and moves lower and lower. “By all means my heart, the day is young afterall.”